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goldenbuckyyy · 1 year

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BAD THINGS

Summary: You’re the head cheerleader and you fuck Eddie Munson in a bathroom at a Halloween party.

Pairings: Eddie Munson x fem!Reader

Word Count: 3.1kish

Warnings: SMUT(!!), oral (f!receiving), fingering, raw sex, cream pie, shameless smut between two 18 year olds (seniors in HS), set in the s4 universe. Anything else? Let me know!!

A/N: Just because I wanted to write a Halloween fic for the spooky season! 🫶🏻🎃Song inspo: “Bad Things” by Jace Everett.

All my mistakes are my own. Please do not repost or translate my fics on any other site nor this one.

I appreciate any likes, reblogs, messages, and interactions.

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Your head hits the glass mirror behind you hard as you grip onto the head in between your thighs, a loud moan crawling out of your throat, and you feel him move away from your core.

You look down, panting, mouth parted, and feeling high. “Why’d you stop?” You question with a pout. Your body feels hot and euphoric. You don’t want this to end, but you know it’s barely beginning.

“Don’t hurt yourself, Princess.” He says with a smirk as he proceeds to bite and suck on your right thigh. Leaving bright red marks as he makes his way into your inner thigh, fingers dancing along the fullest part of your hip.

“This doesn’t change anything,” you stumble out as you let out a gasp when his tongue licks your folds as his baby chocolate brown eyes, rimmed with smugged eyeliner, lock with yours. He’s teasing you, slowly, and he smirks again up at you.

“Don’t worry, Princess. I know what this is,” he states as he slips another finger into you which causes you to buckle your hips up at him, your hands gripping onto the pale yellow countertops now.

“Good,” you declare as you close your eyes to allow yourself to succumb to the pleasure he’s making you feel right now.

His head slips back to your core and his mouth latches onto your wet area. His fingers slipping in and out of you so easily from how drenched you are. His lips wrapping over your clit so sensitively and passionately. He sucks your clit in between his lips, which causes your legs to convulse around him from the electricity that rushes through you, and his free hand clenches your thigh to hold you down.

“Oh my god,” you cry out over the loud music outside the bathroom door. You truthfully can’t believe you’re doing this right now.

With Eddie fucking Munson.

But fuck, you’d be lying if you said you never thought about what he’d look like in between your thighs or about how you imagined what his curls would feel like in between your fingers.

And now you know exactly how it feels.

“Holy shit,” you sputter out as you feel your lower belly starting to build up with your impending pleasure. You look down to watch his head bobble in between your thighs, your red dress bundled up on your hips, breasts exposed with your nipples hard against the cold air, and you watch him as you feel your orgasm nearing.

Moans fall out from your lips, your hands moving to intertwine into his curls, tugging gently, reveling in pride when he moans against your core, and your hips start moving against his mouth.

His fingers speed up in you, which makes your thighs clench harder around him, trying to catch your orgasm, and once it does… you let out the loudest moan of the night. Head tilting back, ears ringing, hitting the mirror loudly, fingers pulling his hair, and your entire body is shaking with pleasure.

Your orgasm overtakes your body and he can only admire you as he sucks on your clit, still moving his fingers in and out of your tight pussy.

Once you come down from your orgasm and your vision isn't blurry anymore, you fall limp against the mirror. Your loud panting fills the room as Eddie pulls away from your core, fingers slipping out of you, and he keeps eye contact with you as he sucks them dry.

He licks them casually as if this isn’t the first time he’s done this with you and it drives you mad.

You bite your lip at the sight, smiling slightly, and rest your hands against your chest. You reach over to him to thumb over the witness you left on his chin and suck your thumb into your mouth with a moan.

“Fuck, you’re hot.”

He’s smirking at you, full of pride at how hard he made you cum, and his eyes take in your naked body in front of him.

“Like what you see?” You tease as you spread your legs wide open, feeling the cold chill run over you, and you tap your fingernails on the counter top when he gets distracted by your actions.

He looks away from your core, palming himself over his jeans, and meets your eyes once more.

“Fuck yeah. The head cheerleader spread wide open in front of me? Only for me? Fuck yeah, I do.”

Honestly, Eddie doesn’t know what to think. He doesn’t think he’s ever seen someone so beautiful. He’s been with other girls, of course he has, he isn’t some innocent virgin. But fuck him if he says he doesn’t feel like one right now.

He watches your pretty legs spread wide open, your fishnet thighs ripped open around your core from when he ripped them apart earlier, small tiny red bites spread over your soft thighs from his mouth, your exposed breasts in all your glory, your perky nipples hard, and the silk dress he had hastily pilled down and up is now resting against your hips.

Your long red nails are tapping against the countertop as you watch him watching you, but he only looks mesmerized. His eyes take in the features of your face as if it’s the first time he’s really looking at you. Your pouty red tinted covered lips are smeared because of the make out session earlier, your cheeks are flushed, and your long hair is falling down your back. Your horns are still intact on top of your head and Eddie swears you’re the prettiest devil he’s ever seen.

His eyes go back down to your pussy and he almost moans out loud when he sees her. Your pretty pussy spread out from him, waiting for him to do something, and he feels his hard cock pulsating from underneath his jeans. He wonders if he’ll remember this moment forever. He tries to imprint this picture in his memory.

Suddenly, he feels your leg against his naked chest right next to his spider tattoo. His shirt has been discarded on the floor since you both entered the bathroom, he feels your bright red heel sink into his skin, and he hisses from the feeling.

He smirks at you when your eyes meet his, he gently cups your ankle in his hand, pulls your leg up to kiss your calf, and you smirk back at him.

“Come on, Munson. I don’t have all night,” you joke as you reach for his belt to unclasp it.

He lets you, pushes his hips towards you for easy access as you jerk off his belt, tossing it to the floor, and unbuttoning his black jeans. You bite your bottom lip as you unzip them, leaning over the counter to pull them down in a swift motion. Taking his boxers down as well.

His thick cock bounces up and down from the fast movement. Your eyes go wide when you finally see him, you look up at him, and he’s already smiling cockily.

“Good enough?”

“Depends if you know how to use it,” you reply with a teasing tone in your voice and he raises his eyebrow in a challenge.

Both of his hands grip your thighs, his pretty eyes lock with yours, and you lick your lips as you give him a drunk wink.

He shakes his head with a chuckle and slowly starts tugging off his jeans with his feet, tossing them to the side. You lean back down towards the mirror, your pussy pulsating with anticipation, and pure desperation. You stare at his cock, your mouth watering at the sight of him, and his tip is already leaking with precum.

Eddie moves himself to your center, his big hands still on your thighs, and he aligns his hard cock with your entrance. He doesn’t even have to hold himself steady from how hard he is.

Your thighs spread easily for him as the tip of his cock moves up and down your folds, soaking up your wetness, soft moans escaping your sweet lips, and his fingers run up and down your thighs.

“You want me?” He asks you in a whisper. Almost sounding insecure. Your hands immediately going to his neck, pulling him down to your eye level, and his eyes meet yours instantly.

You nod at him, kissing his pouty lips, slipping your tongue into his mouth as you reach down to wrap your fingers around his length, and Eddie almost convulses when he feels your hand wrapped around him.

He moans loudly into your mouth which only allows you to deepen the kiss as you rub his cock in between your folds again. Eddie almost feels as if he’s going to explode as his cock is rubbing against your hot, deliciously warm pussy. Waiting for him. Aching for him.

You center him into your opening, adjusting your hips to his, and once Eddie feels your opening against his cock, he pushes into you.

As he pushes into your tight hole, you feel yourself stretching around him. Your pussy to accommodate his size. Your hands are trying to grasp onto every part of his skin, trying to feel closer to him, and he’s doing the same.

You both moan into each other’s mouths, eyes closed, tongues dancing together, and he bottoms out inside your drenched pussy.

You’re both panting loudly now, your tight walls clenching around his thick cock, and Eddie grips onto your waist to hold you steady as your hips try to move against him.

“Easy, Princess.” He whispers into you as he pulls away from your lips, leaving you wanting more of his mouth.

Eddie feels as if he could cum right then and there from how heavenly you pussy feels around him. He can feel you throbbing and he groans out loud.

“You okay?” He croaks out as you nod rapidly, wanting him to move inside of you already.

He slowly moves, feeling you out, and bites his bottom lip as you clench around him.

“Fuck,” he mutters out, sweat coating the back of his neck as he tries not to cum, and his hands tighten on your hips. The feeling of being inside you is almost indescribable to him. The best pussy he’s ever had.

His hips slowly start to move in and out of you, your fingertips digging into his forearms, and your head is tilted back in pleasure.

“You’re so fucking tight. You feel so fucking warm around my dick,” he whispers to you as he continues to thrust, “H-hooolyyy s-shit,” his speed increasing, head tilting back as he bites his lips, and your pussy is taking him so good. So fucking good. It makes him feel as if he’s in heaven. This can’t be real.

Your whines increase at the same speed as his thrusts. Your head repeatedly hits the mirror, but you can’t even allow yourself to care right now.

Because you’re finally getting fucked by Eddie Munson.

Your hands reach to hold onto his shoulders as he fucks your pussy in a rapid pace, his hips moving against yours roughly, and your hips moving with him to allow him to go in deeper.

His curls are falling down over his face, his lips are formed into a smirk as he watches you fall apart underneath him, and he fumbles out praises.

“You’re so fucking sexy.”

“Head cheerleader with the best pussy I’ve ever had.”

“You’re taking me so fucking good.”

He reaches down to lick and suck each of your nipples which makes your skin erupt into goosebumps. Your abdomen tightening once again as you start feeling the familiar feeling of your orgasm.

He kisses you quickly before he pulls away again, leaving your lips reaching out to him, and he moves one of his hands towards your core.

His thumb finds your swollen clit and puts gentle pressure against it. You cry out at the feeling, your breasts bouncing against your chest as his thrusts increase, and his thumb only follows the pace.

You adjust your hips once more, wrapping your legs around his waist, hooking your ankles together behind his back, and pulling him into you.

His movements don’t falter at the change of position, he only continues to pleasure you, and you push yourself up to wrap your arms around his shoulders. You bring his face towards you and roughly kiss his open mouth.

He moans into you as his free hand grips onto the curve of your back. One of your hands is behind his neck and the other wrapped around his shoulders. Open mouth kissing, tongues playing together, and both panting loudly. Your lips feel swollen against his, but you can’t even manage to stop.

Your body starts shaking slightly from your impending orgasm and it’s as if Eddie already knows your body so well. He doesn’t stop his rhythm, his thrusts still hitting you deep and filling you up so good.

He pulls away from your lips, his hand moves from your lower back, and he grips your chin in his palm. You’re feeling drunk on his dick and you know you must look it because he groans when your eyes meet his own.

He looks absolutely fucked.

But then suddenly, he slips two of his fingers into your mouth. You instantly react by moaning loudly and sucking his digits.

Then his thumb increases speed slightly against your clit which triggers your orgasm.

Your legs tighten around his waist, pussy clenching against his cock, and your mouth falling wide open with a withering pleasure filled scream. Your legs are shaking around him as he follows your release.

Loud slick noises fill the room with your yell, his loud groan of release falling into the sound, and his cock twitches inside of you. You can feel him coating the inside of your walls with his warm cum. Filling you up to the brim.

Your body melts into his as you relax from your incredible orgasm and his thrusts start slowing down, his cock slowly softening inside of you, and his fingers slip out of your mouth.

His hand eases itself behind your neck and his lips are against yours. He kisses you softly which makes your insides melt. You feel heat in the pit of your stomach.

The way he’s kissing you feels the way a man would kiss his lover. Not a random secret hookup at a Halloween party. But you can’t help it. You match his pace and reciprocate the kiss with softness. His wet lips move against yours. One of his hands is gripping your neck, but he isn’t rough or hard. Only soft.

His other hand cups your face to hold you close and you almost feel like you might burst right then and there from how intimate this feels.

Your hands reach out for the closest piece of his skin and you land on his waist. Touching his skin with your fingertips, you feel him break out into goosebumps, and he chuckles into your kiss.

You pull away with a giggle, you slap his chest lightly, “Why are you laughing?”

You swear you can see a twinkle in his eyes as he watches you, biting his lower lip, his eyes taking you in, cheeks flushes, hair a mess, and he starts reaching for some toilet paper.

“Nothing, sweetheart. Nothing at all,” his husky voice filling the loud room with ease.

It’s quiet as you both clean up after he hands you some toilet paper. You scavenge the drawers for wipes and smile triumphantly when you find them, giving Eddie a big grin, and he only follows your giggles.

You suddenly feel shy as you both clean up next to each other. You feel your cheeks flushing. You adjust your dress back into its rightful position, fixing your breasts, and getting confused as to where your red thong had landed.

You peer down to the floor, into the corner of the toilet, and huff when you can’t find them.

You watch Eddie from the corner of your eyes, he’s zipping up his jeans, and smirking down at you.

You turn to look at him, raising your eyebrows, and smacking teeth together. “Do you have them?“

He licks his lips, “Have what, sweetheart?” He teases.

You roll your eyes, turning back into the mirror to fix your hair, but keeping your eyes on him. Watching him as he shoves his hand into his back pocket and pulls out your tiny thong that honestly barely even covers anything but you still wanted to be a little modest.

He holds your thong by the string on his index finger, “S’this what you’re looking for?”

You try to be fast and snach it away from him, but he’s too quick for you.

He immediately puts the thong in his fist behind his back as you shove your entire weight into him.

You push him against the wooden walls loudly and he laughs loudly, his head hitting the back wall, and he shakes his head as you demand he hands them to you.

“Finders keepers, Princess.” He says as his thumb is on your chin with a loose grip, he winks at you, and kisses your lips in a peck.

You stand there with your mouth agape because you can’t believe he’s actually stealing your panties.

He shoves on his ripped up t-shirt and jean jacket, ruffling his hair in the mirror, and wiping away the excess of your lipstick on his face.

“Can’t let anybody be suspicious, right?”

“Right,” you breathe out. You feel memorized right now. Not knowing what to say or do at this moment. It feels almost surreal.

He kisses you again and you almost buckle, knees feeling weak when his hands grip your waist, and then he pulls away before you can deepen the kiss.

You whine slightly at the loss of contact and you hear him open the door behind him, you watch him carefully as you fix the hem of your dress, and before he walks away.. he looks at you again.

“We should do this again,” he says over the loud music blasting fully now behind him as he locks eyes with you. You can see a few people in the hallways trying not to look at you guys.

“In your dreams,” you automatically reply to him. Your mouth working before your brain.

He smirks at your comment as he lets his eyes travel down your body one more time.

You want to kiss him again.

“I’ll see you in them, sweetheart.”

And with that he turns on his boots and closes the door behind him.

You take a minute to calm down and wrap your mind around what just happened.

A small giggle bursts out of your lips, your hand immediately flying to cover it, and you break out into a cheesy grin.

You back up into the wall, butterflies erupting in your belly, and you look up at the ceiling with a smile.

“Holy fucking shit.”

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steddieas-shegoes · 1 month

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hiii not sure if you’re still taking requests but

no upside down au where teen single dad steve approaches eddie after hellfire bc every parenting stuff keeps mentioning how reading to babies is super important for their development but his dyslexia makes reading so hard let alone be expressive w it too and the kids keep mentioning how eddie is amazing on dnd. eddie is skeptical cause how come no ones has heard of king steve’s one year old ? but he accepts when steve offers paying but after seeing steve w his baby and understanding how he changed he refuses the money and cue them slowly falling in love and becoming a family <333

Sorry this took *checks watch* like 9 months to finish! I kinda took some creative turns, but it's done!

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rated t | 5,182 words | no cw | tags: mostly fluff, single parent steve, not canon compliant, mutual pining, getting together, love confessions

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Early August 1985

“Steve, it’s not like he’s gonna fuckin’ bite, dude,” Dustin said from the passenger seat.

“Language.”

“She’s not even awake,” Dustin whisper yelled. “I promise he’s cool. The worst he’ll say is no. It’s not like he’s gonna bully you.”

“No one else knows I’m asking him this, right?” Steve was suddenly worried that all the kids knew about Steve’s learning disability and they’d think he was actually stupid and-

“No, it’s just me. But if you don’t hurry up and go in before everyone else gets here, they’ll find out.”

Steve glanced in the backseat, smiling to himself at his sleeping daughter. She’d been out for nearly the entire drive from his house to Dustin’s to the high school, so she’d probably be waking up within the next 20 minutes and she’d be ready to stretch her legs.

She was a squirmy thing from the moment she figured out how to scoot around the floor, and it only got worse when she learned to walk at 11 months. The only time she was still and staying out of trouble was when she was asleep.

“If she starts crying, just sit back there with her. She just likes having company,” Steve reminded him as he unbuckled his seatbelt.

“Yep. I’ve literally babysat for you before. I can handle her for 5 minutes.”

“Attitude.” Steve shook his head and opened the door, getting out and only closing the door most of the way so it wouldn’t wake her up.

Eddie always showed up 30 minutes early for Hellfire Club to set up according to Dustin. He took this club very seriously, even as a third year senior. He kept it running all summer so that incoming freshmen would have time to get acquainted with his style of DMing or whatever.

Steve respected the dedication, though he couldn’t help but wonder if maybe that dedication were put into his homework, he would’ve graduated in May with Steve.

But Steve couldn’t actually judge. Not with the fact that he was pretty close to not graduating himself. He had a pretty good reason, but still.

The auditorium door closed loudly behind him, making him jump and clench his jaw painfully.

“Door’s broken. You gotta hold it while it closes so it doesn’t slam,” a voice said from the door to the backstage area.

Steve squinted through the semi-darkness and felt his stomach turn. Eddie.

“I guess it’s been a while since I’ve had to open it. Figured they would have fixed it by now,” Steve replied, walking closer to the guy he needed to talk to.

“No shit! Is that King Steve? In the flesh?” Eddie’s dramatics were endearing, even if it was slightly annoying that he pulled out the stupid high school nickname he’d lost well before he graduated.

“Yeah,” Steve sighed. This wasn’t gonna go well.

“Hate to be the bearer of bad news, but none of your precious kiddos have made it yet. It’s still early.”

Steve nodded. “One of them’s sitting in my car in the parking lot. Um, Henderson? He’s an incoming freshman.”

“Ah. Dustin’s got a place in Hellfire if you’re worried. I don’t turn anyone away who wants to be here.”

“No, no, that’s not it.” Steve needed to just spit it out. “He said you’re like, great at storytelling or whatever. Like you’re the best DM he’s ever seen and he knows I could use those skills for something.”

“Oh? What could Steve Harrington need DM skills for?”

“My daughter.”

The silence following his confession was louder than the door slamming only a minute ago.

He probably could’ve revealed his motives a little better, work up to the fact that he even had a daughter maybe. Very few people actually knew, and he had to keep it that way until he could leave his parent’s house.

“Your…daughter.”

“Yes. She’s just turned one and the doctors said reading to her is like, super important for learning words and helping her learn how to have an imagination and stuff. And I do read to her!” Steve suddenly felt worried that Eddie would think he was a bad parent. “I try to. But I’m, well, Nancy says it’s dyslexia? So words are kinda hard and it gives me a headache if I try to read for more than a few minutes and I’m so busy focusing on the words I don’t think I’m making it very fun for her-“

“Woah. Steve. Slow down.” Eddie braced his hand on Steve’s shoulder and squeezed. “I didn’t even know you had a daughter. Does anyone know you have a daughter?”

“The kids do, yeah. My parents do because they kinda helped cover it all up and made sure I still graduated so I didn’t embarrass them or whatever.” Steve looked down at the floor, shoving his hands in his pockets. He didn’t really want to go through the whole thing with this guy. “Robin Buckley knows? She’s my best friend. The Byers and Wheelers, Hopper. Some teachers know but were sworn to secrecy.”

“Huh.”

Steve looked up to see Eddie stepping closer to him, soft smile on his face.

“So what do you need me for exactly?”

“Dustin said you’re really good at telling stories and I figured maybe you would be willing to read to her? Not every day, like I can work with your schedule or whatever. Evening would be best for me, but it’s not really a big deal if it has to be other times. She comes to work with me so if it had to be during the day, you could sit in the office or something, I dunno.” Steve shrugged. He hated asking for help. But Dustin insisted Eddie was actually a good guy and would keep his secret. No one who saw her at work assumed Steve Harrington was a single parent at 18. That would just be absurd. “I just don’t want her to miss out.”

Eddie’s hand drifted down his arm, holding his hand for a moment before he stepped back.

“My schedule is kinda random. But I’m sure we can work something out.”

Steve’s shoulders fell as his body relaxed. “Yeah? I can pay you. Not much. My parents mostly cut me off.” Steve was scrambling. “I can give you gas money and stuff for having to come to us. And like, food? I can cook.”

Eddie’s eyes were intense, watching his every move, making him nervous.

“How ‘bout a free trial? I’ll do it for a couple weeks and then we can see about payment.”

Steve nodded eagerly. “Yeah, yeah. Cool.” Jesus, he was embarrassing. What happened to his charm? “Would you be able to start soon?”

“Normally, I’d say I can come by after Hellfire, but I have an…appointment right after tonight. I can come by tomorrow?”

Steve smiled. “Tomorrow’s good. I work until five.”

“I can be at your house by seven.”

“Great! I have plenty of books. Right now, she’s really into Old Macdonald, but I think it’s just because it sorta sounds like her name and we get to make silly noises,” Steve smiled to himself, not seeing the way Eddie was smiling too. “I think she’ll probably like whatever you read to her, though.”

“What’s her name?”

“Mackenzie. Robin read it in a book and said it meant fire-born or something? It sounded cool. We call her Mac or Kenzie for short so she hears Macdonald and thinks we’re giving her another nickname,” Steve laughed. “Anyway, I better get back to the car. If she’s awake and Dustin has to deal with her crying for too long, he gets an attitude.”

“Mackenzie. I like it.” Eddie nodded once. “See you tomorrow, Stevie.”

Steve agreed and waved, turning around to leave. By the time he realized Eddie’s nickname for him, Eddie was already backstage.

****

Steve was nervous.

He nearly burnt the chicken he was cooking for dinner just from getting distracted by thoughts of Eddie being in his home.

He didn’t even know why. Maybe it was the fact that he’d always thought Eddie was kinda rough around the edges and was surprised he’d agreed so easily. Maybe it was bringing someone new into the small group he’d had around for a couple years. Maybe it was the way Eddie’s hand on his shoulder seemed to leave a permanent mark despite being one of the softest touches he’d felt from another adult in a while.

Mackenzie was in her high chair already, eating some of the noodles he’d made as a side. She’d been practicing using a fork, so quite a few had fallen on the floor, but Steve still smiled and told her she did a great job any time she managed to get one to her mouth.

The doorbell rang and Steve felt his heart stop.

“Daddy!” Mackenzie squealed when the bell rang. She knew that usually meant Hopper was here. Everyone else just came inside on their own. “Hop!”

“No, baby, not Hop. Not tonight. It’s my friend, Eddie. He’s gonna tell you a fun story, okay?” Steve ran his hands through her hair as he walked by to get the door.

When he opened the door, Eddie was standing there with a handful of books, a box of crayons, and what looked like a hairbow.

“I’m here to entertain the princess!” Eddie exclaimed. “Lead me to her highness!”

Steve couldn’t hide the grin on his face if he wanted to. “She’s currently trying to stab noodles to death. I’m sure you’ll be entertained.”

“Ah, they must have wronged her. I’ll assist,” Eddie made his way past Steve, walking towards the kitchen.

Steve knew he’d been to a couple of the parties he threw to sell, but had no idea he remembered the layout of his house. Maybe he had one of those picture minds.

As Steve entered the kitchen, he noticed that Eddie had set down the pile of books on the counter before he sat down in front of Mackenzie.

There were a few books he recognized: an ABC book that he was pretty sure he’d had when he was a kid but had since lost, a book of fairy tales with Rapunzel on the cover, something by Beatrix Potter, and a couple of coloring books that featured princesses and dragons and horses.

“She isn’t really old enough to color, is she?” Steve asked, interrupting what must have been a very amusing conversation of mostly babbling. “I don’t have any coloring stuff.”

“Coloring with skill? No. She definitely doesn’t have the motor skills to color in the lines or even use the right colors for the right things. But it does help her learn how to hold a crayon. My uncle couldn’t really afford much when I was a baby, so for every Christmas until I was in school he would get me new crayons and coloring books. I don’t really remember how I did, but I do remember having fun.” Eddie turned back to Mackenzie. “And sometimes it’s fun to just make a mess, right?”

Mackenzie clapped her hands together, sending the toddler fork she’d been using to the floor with a noodle attached to it. Steve wordlessly grabbed one of her spoons from the drawer and gave it to her, kissing the top of her head before he knelt down to pick up the fork.

Eddie watched silently, something soft about the way he didn’t interrupt anything even though he could’ve kept talking.

“I made chicken and pasta. It’s probably not my best work, but I made enough for you if you haven’t eaten yet,” Steve offered as he walked to the stove to start plating the food for himself.

“I wouldn’t turn it down. Wayne’s not exactly known for serving five star meals,” Eddie joked. “He believes in the power of fried bologna and cheese sandwiches with a bag of chips.”

Steve grimaced. “Okay, well I made enough for you to bring home some leftovers too.”

“You don’t have to-”

“You’re taking home leftovers.”

Steve turned to see Eddie’s widened eyes and open mouth that slowly formed into a smile.

“I guess I’m taking home some leftovers.” He turned to Mackenzie and tickled her neck. “Your daddy is pushy isn’t he?”

Steve blushed, but continued making up a plate for Eddie.

As they sat and ate, Eddie talked about all of his favorite books for little kids, and how he remembered sneaking into the library after school for years because he knew he didn’t wanna go home. He talked about the first time a teacher wrote a positive letter home, an English teacher who said his fictional essay was the best in the class and he should consider writing as a career. He even talked about his plans for the school year campaigns, but made Steve swear not to mention anything to the kids.

“I’ll know if you tell them,” Eddie winked.

Steve believed him.

When they were done, Steve grabbed Mackenzie from her chair.

“I’m gonna give her a quick bath if you wanna bring all that stuff to her room. Second floor, third door on the right. It’s a little messy right now. Someone decided to pull all her toys from her box yesterday and I haven’t had time to clean it up,” Steve tickled Mackenzie’s side, making her giggle and turn her head into his shoulder.

“You need me to clean this up?” Eddie asked, gesturing to the table.

“Nah, I’ll do it while you read to her.”

Despite his efforts, bath time was never truly quick. Mackenzie loved to splash around and play with her toys, and if he tried to wash her hair too quickly, she would be grumpy for the rest of the night. He definitely didn’t want that for Eddie.

He set a timer for 10 minutes and tried to explain to a very excited Mackenzie that when the timer went off, it would be time to wash her hair and get out.

“You wanna have time to play with Eddie, so we can’t play for too long in the water.”

She didn’t seem to pay any attention to him, already too busy making her rubber duck fight with her mermaid Barbie.

He observed while she played, bringing in the rubber car she liked to pretend to drive on the side of the tub.

When the timer went off, she let him wash her hair without a fuss, and he quickly wrapped her up in a towel to get her into pajamas.

Eddie was waiting in her room when he got there, coloring books spread out on the floor. He smiled up at them from where he sat, legs crossed, hands in his lap.

“Squeaky clean?” He asked, waving at Mackenzie.

“Definitely lacking noodles in places noodles shouldn’t be at least,” Steve said, making his way to her changing table to get her dressed. “She must be pretty excited about you being here. Usually bath time takes at least 30 minutes and I have to bribe her with chocolate milk to get out.”

“She knows we’re gonna have a lot of fun. I think I’m gonna read Goodnight Moon first. That’s one of my favorites.”

“She’ll love that,” he said as he buttoned the snaps of her onesie.

As soon as he set her on the floor next to Eddie, she reached for a coloring book with a mermaid on it.

“Daddy! Muh!”

“Yeah, baby, it’s a mermaid! Just like your doll in the bath.” Steve pointed to the fish next to the mermaid. “And that’s a fish. Fish swim in the ocean.”

He felt Eddie’s eyes on him while he pointed to some other sea creatures and told Mackenzie what they were.

Eventually, he looked over at Eddie, blushing at the soft smile on his face. “What?”

“You’re a really good dad, Steve.”

“Oh. Uh. Thanks,” Steve felt heat flood his body.

It’s not that no one had ever said that to him. Robin had told him plenty of times, Joyce had whispered it to him when no one else was paying attention, even Hopper had given him a handshake and said he was doing a good job once. But hearing it from Eddie, in this situation, when he’d been feeling like such a failure lately, was enough to make him want to cry.

He had to get out of this room.

“I should go clean up and leave you to it.”

“Sure, yeah. We’ll be right here.”

Steve booked it out of the room, rushing down the stairs to try to get busy with cleaning before his brain settled on crying over a compliment.

But the table was cleared. The high chair was wiped down. When he turned to the sink, the dishes were stacked up to dry in the rack. The counters were wiped, the dish towel had been put back on the handle of the oven to dry, and leftovers had been put in a container to finish cooling down.

Steve let the tears fall.

Fuck it, if Eddie was going to be this nice, he could have a little cry.

He walked quietly to the bathroom to put all the bath toys in the basket, but stopped outside Mackenzie’s bedroom when he heard giggling.

He’d closed the door halfway, just so she wouldn’t get too distracted if he walked by the room, but he couldn’t help looking in.

He felt like crying again when he saw Mackenzie sitting on Eddie’s lap, pointing at something in the book.

“Where’s the moon?” Eddie asked.

“Moo!” Mackenzie said, smacking at a place in the book.

“There’s the moon! Good job, little one.” Mackenzie leaned back against Eddie’s chest. “And where’s the…toys?”

She pointed again, but slightly less enthusiastically. Steve could see her energy dropping quickly.

He watched as Eddie told her she did a good job again and then continued reading.

Her eyes drooped more with every page. Eddie’s voice got closer to a whisper with every sentence.

Steve fell just a little bit more with every second that passed.

*****

October 1985

Eddie came every day. Despite the fact that Steve insisted he didn’t need to, that he didn’t want to ruin his schedule, Eddie showed up like clockwork at seven every single evening.

Steve learned to expect him, always made enough dinner for all of them to enjoy before Mackenzie had her bath and then got to read with Steve.

Every night, Eddie would clean up while she took a bath, and every night, he’d let her pick a page to color while he read something to her, switching to a bedtime story when she started crawling into his lap.

Steve would watch them often, laying down on the carpet and smiling as he listened to Eddie use different voices for characters, asking her questions so she was involved, and whispering when she started to drift off.

Other times, he’d try to get something done he’d been putting off, like cleaning the bathroom or folding laundry.

Eddie never accepted payment.

Steve tried bringing it up once school started, certain that this time spent here could’ve been better spent on homework or a part-time job that paid better than what Steve could offer. Eddie just shook his head and insisted that other than Hellfire every Thursday, he would be there for free.

They got to know each other over dinner, and Steve found that he was right to have butterflies every time Eddie smiled at him, every time he would touch his hand as he walked by to say hi to Mackenzie.

“Halloween costume ideas?” Eddie asked with his mouth full. Steve had given up long ago on trying to get him to wait until he was done chewing. It wasn’t that big of a deal. “What did this little miss go as last year?”

“Oh. She was a bumblebee.” Steve smiled at the memory. “Cutest costume I saw all night.”

“I bet.” Eddie took a sip of his water. “And you?”

“Oh, I didn’t dress up.”

“What? Why not?” Eddie sounded genuinely upset.

“Just got away from me, I guess? By the time I thought about it, nothing good was left at the store,” Steve shrugged, unbothered. He’d never been that into Halloween. His focus was making sure Mackenzie had fun.

“And no one offered to help you make something?” Eddie was no longer eating and Mackenzie had turned her attention to him when his tone became serious.

“I didn’t ask.”

“But no one offered.” Eddie stood up and walked over to his backpack. “Okay, we’ve gotta plan. Did you already pick something for her?”

He came back holding a notebook and a pencil, brows set in a straight line. Steve had never seen him look so serious.

“I had a few ideas, but I wanted to let her pick something at the store,” Steve said.

“Lay them on me.”

They discussed costumes for the next 30 minutes, but after only 10, Mackenzie whined to get out of her chair. Eddie wordlessly stood up and picked her up, setting her in his lap and letting her poke and prod at him and his notebook.

Steve watched them both, accepting for the first time that this wasn’t just a crush that was gonna go away.

He’d fallen completely head over heels for Eddie, and he had no clue what to do about it.

*****

November 1985

Steve was the only one who had space to host Thanksgiving.

He became manic a week before, realizing that his work schedule would not allow him to have much time to clean unless he did it at night. The problem was that he would get a migraine if he didn’t sleep.

“So let’s work on it together. I can come right after school. Cancel Hellfire this week,” Eddie offered.

“But you already won’t have it next week because of Thanksgiving. I can’t ask you to-”

“You’re not asking. I’m offering. If I’m gonna be eating here, I should probably help clean up at least.”

So they worked on a little at a time.

Eddie wasn’t always helpful, getting distracted by some of the smallest things. But his company was appreciated all the same.

“You could invite Wayne, ya know,” Steve offered while he dusted the shelves in the living room. “Plenty of room and food.”

“Thanks, but he always works Thanksgiving day for the double pay. We usually do something the day after,” Eddie answered while he cleaned up all of Mackenzie’s toys.

“If he decides not to work, just let him know.”

“Will do, Stevie.”

He didn’t just help clean, he helped him do the shopping, too.

“I know it’s way harder with a baby, so if you give me a list, I can handle the shopping,” Eddie said while Steve plated their dinners.

“You don’t-”

“Have to, I know. But I can and will.” Eddie’s hand brushed against Steve’s lower back. “Let me help.”

Steve could barely resist the shiver that took over his entire body.

“Okay. Sure.”

Some of the brands were wrong, and he forgot the apples for the apple pie, but Steve still felt immense relief knowing that he had someone to help.

And without it, Thanksgiving would’ve been a disaster.

It was still a bit of a mess, but that was mostly because the kid’s table turned into a food fight that Max started and Mackenzie, of course, continued, until everyone was involved.

But the picture Jonathan took would get framed and hang up near the fireplace in the living room anyway.

******

December 1985

“I cannot believe you waited until Christmas Eve to wrap gifts. That’s not what parents actually do, is it?” Eddie asked as he fought with the tape dispenser for the fifth time in less than an hour.

“I don’t know if I’m the best judge of what parents do. Mine weren’t around much and probably didn’t even wrap my gifts themselves.” Steve took the tape from him, pulled some loose from the roll, and handed it back. “But I kinda always pictured it like this.”

Robin made him swear he’d talk to Eddie about his feelings before the end of the year. The end of the year was soon, real soon.

What better shot did he have than while Mackenzie was asleep and they were wrapping presents together?

“You pictured last minute wrapping with bribed help in your living room?” Eddie asked, amusement in his tone.

“Not exactly,” Steve huffed out a laugh. “More like spoiling my kid with someone I care about.”

Steve watched Eddie’s hands freeze against the clothes box full of new finger puppets they’d both gotten her. He looked over and felt his stomach swoop as Eddie’s eyes found his.

“Stevie-” Eddie set the box down and turned to face Steve.

“Wait, I just. Before you break my heart, hear me out.” Steve already felt his world shrinking, his heart rabbiting in his chest at the thought of losing Eddie entirely. “I’ve spent a lot of time with you for months. Like, more than almost anyone else. I’ve watched you with Kenzie, and how much she loves you and always asks for ‘Ed’ even when it’s way before when you’re gonna be here. You make me smile and laugh and that’s not always easy to do these days. You helped me when you didn’t have to, when you had absolutely no reason to trust that King Steve was a better person. You’re there for all the other kids even though you’re trying to get through school for real this time. I didn’t really plan a big speech, sorry. This is just rambling, I’m doing what Robin does.”

“It’s okay,” Eddie placed his hand on the side of Steve’s neck. “I get what you’re saying.”

“You do?”

“I think so.” Eddie stepped in closer. “But I think you might just be lonely.”

It stung. It wasn’t inaccurate, but it still hurt to think Eddie thought so little of him.

“I think I know how I feel.”

Eddie’s hand dropped from his neck and he took a step back. “I don’t wanna argue, Stevie. I just think you might need to separate yourself from the situation. I’m just always around, ya know?”

“You’re always around because I want you around!” Steve was just a bit too loud, but he knew Mackenzie was a heavy sleeper. “When you aren’t here, I check the clock to know when you will be. I get excited to leave work now because I’m not coming home to do the same thing I always did before. I get to see you and hear about your day and talk to you about mine and see you with my daughter, who probably loves you as much as I do.”

“You…love me?”

“Yes. I do. And I promise it’s okay if you don’t feel the same. I still want you here, reading to Kenzie. But I know how I feel. I know why I feel the way I do. You can’t tell me how to feel.”

“I’m sorry, I wasn’t trying to.” Eddie sighed. “I’m just kinda surprised. Didn’t expect you to be into guys, let alone me. I’m not exactly good boyfriend material. Or stepparent material, either.”

“Oh, fuck that. You’re more her other parent than her mom ever was. She gave her to me the moment she had her and wished me luck before her entire family moved across the country.” Steve felt tears in his eyes. “I trust you. I want you around. I love you.”

Eddie swallowed, eyes pointed towards the carpet.

A minute passed, two. It was rapidly approaching awkward when finally Eddie spoke.

“But I’m so bad at wrapping presents.”

Steve snorted, but felt relief wash over him. “I can do the wrapping. This Christmas, next Christmas, as many Christmases as you’ll stay.”

“All of them?”

“Sounds good to me.” Steve leaned in slowly, let his hands grasp at the front of Eddie’s shirt to pull him closer. “How many Christmases do kids usually believe in Santa?”

“I dunno. I stopped believing when I caught my dad stealing the two presents under our tree when I was four.” Eddie let his hands fall to Steve’s hips. “But something tells me the little princess will be a believer for a while. Better get used to me ripping holes in the paper and using too much tape.”

“Think I can handle it.”

Every time Steve had pictured kissing Eddie before this, he’d thought it would be like any other first kiss, maybe a little awkward since it was his first with a guy.

Instead, it was soft, sweet, slow, perfect. He’d kissed a lot of girls in high school, had kissed them well. Not all of them were great, but even a less than good kiss was still decent.

This was more than any other kiss he’d ever had.

Eddie held him like he would never let go, like this kiss would last forever.

It couldn’t, but that’s how it felt.

When they finally pulled apart, Steve rested his head on Eddie’s shoulder.

“You wanna stay tonight? We can both do the Santa gifts with Kenzie before all the kids bother us,” Steve asked.

“I should call Wayne. I told him I’d be home by midnight.”

“He can come over in the morning, too,” Steve said. “If you want.”

“Are you sure you’re ready for Wayne? He can be a little…gruff.”

“I’m not worried,” Steve kissed Eddie’s cheek. “Hopper’s basically my dad. Plus, Mac’s got a way of breaking the tough old men down.”

“Bets?”

Steve pulled away and started wrapping another present before he got too distracted. “I give it ten minutes.”

“Oh, how generous. I’m giving it five.”

They both laughed as Eddie decided he’d be more help putting already wrapped presents in her stocking and under the tree and making sure everything was put away when Steve was done.

And for the first time, Eddie stayed the night, holding Steve against his chest while they slept.

They both cried when Mackenzie opened her presents excitedly. She was too little to do it herself last year, so seeing her tear through the paper and find joy in throwing it around the room was like a dream come true for Steve.

Eddie admitted he felt like he was intruding for some of it, but Steve quickly reminded him that he was the first person she toddled over to with her new set of princess books and said “Ed, read.”

She sat in his lap right then, even though she still had quite a few presents to open, and he read every single book to her, making her giggle with his high-pitched voices for the princesses and silly accent for the prince.

By the time the kids were coming through the front door, Steve was rushing to shush them, pointing at the couch where Eddie was passed out with Mackenzie curled up against his side.

Steve was never happier than in this moment.

Until the next one, and the one after that.

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Silent Cosmos (Edward Cullen)(Ch. 1)

Pairing: Edward Cullen x GN! Mute!Reader

Words: 3.0k+

Warning(s): Mentions of past car accident, mentions of minor character death/parents dying, swearing, implications of past bullying, mentions of high school lacking services, blood mention.

A/N: YAY i finally have this done. I’ve had this idea since before i started grad school and finally got it done! I hope yall enjoy :) This series takes place before Victoria’s army comes to Forks and Edward may be OOC but like, oh well.

Also in this series, Bella and Edward had a mutual break up w/ no hard feelings <3

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"On foot

I had to cross the solar system

before I found the first thread of my red dress.

I sense myself already.

Somewhere in space hangs my heart,

shaking in the void, from it stream sparks

into other intemperate hearts."

--Edith Södergran, 'On Foot I Had to Cross the Solar System'

On one unfortunate night when you were seven, a drunk driver hit your parents car. Your mother on the passenger side died instantly, your father later succumbed to his injuries in the hospital. You were injured severely, but the doctors managed to keep you alive... At the cost of your voice. Chunks of glass tore through and stabbed your neck; the damage to your larynx was the worst, the second was nerve damage. You could speak in a very harsh, almost whisper-like, voice but it caused an intense amount of pain. You were upset. You hated that driver for what they took from you.

Your aunt and uncle took you in, and were able to help you adjust as you grew. They learned and taught you sign language, they helped you cope with the loss of your parents as best they could, and were always supportive. Despite their work lives keeping them away, they always tried their best to give you attention when they had the free time.

You found ways to enjoy life again, particularly in the stars. They were almost comforting to you when you were alone, looking out your bedroom window. You weren't sure why you have such an affinity for space and what it holds. Maybe because your father brought you out at night to point out all the constellations and their stories. Those moments with him started your interest. And now, you believed your parents were amongst the many stars in the vast universe.

You grew content with not having a voice. You adapted and overcame the curveball life sent your way. You just wished the pain wasn't constantly lingering.

---

It was the day you started going to your new highschool in Forks. It wasn't ideal transferring to a different school, but your uncle's job called for it. He was a firefighter and he was offered a sizable pay increase and rank promotion to fire captain if he took up the position for the Forks station. Your aunt, a nurse, was able to transfer to Forks hospital. They discussed the idea of moving with you of course, and you not wanting to hinder your uncle's promotion or damper his excitement, you supported the move from California to Washington.

You could already tell this rinky dink school wouldn't have anyone that understands ASL and the school said they are still looking to hire someone to be an interpreter of sorts, so you were mentally preparing yourself for the mess you may be entering. At least you transferred only three weeks into the new school year, that would make any school work you needed to catch up on relatively easy. It also helped it was your senior year as well.

As soon as you got out of your car, all of the heads of the student body snapped in your direction. You guess they've never seen a new kid before. You make your journey towards the building, hoping that no one would bother to talk to you. You already saw a teen walk up to you, he had straight black hair and a toothy grin.

"Hi, I'm Eric. You're the new kid." He seemed friendly.

You offer a little wave and sign, hoping he would get the inclination you could not speak.

"Shit... I don't know sign except..." He gave you the sign sorry before pointing to his ears and back to you. You shook your head and tapped your throat. "Oh! You can't speak." You nodded. "Sorry about all the confusion. Welcome to Forks High, home of the Spartans. I'm pretty much the eyes and ears."

You simply nod along when necessary and smiled as he gave you the very quick run down of most of the immediate gossip of school, which was centered around you, the new kid. He seemed like a nice guy but glancing at the clock you passed by in the hall you knew it was close to your first class.

"And don't get me started on the Cul-What?" You interrupted him as you held out your schedule to him, pointing to your first class. "Oh yeah, guess class is starting soon. Lets see... you're in 103 for English with Mr. Baker which is..." He glanced up. "Right down the hall. I have History right next door."

You smile at his help and follow him through the sea of students.

You wave Eric goodbye and enter classroom 103. You felt eyes of everyone land on you, but none more eye-catching or captivating as the gold pair near the back of the classroom. His gaze was intense, eyes wide, as he stared at you. You held his gaze. You weren't sure what to think at the moment but before anything could come to mind, an older gentleman walked in and stole your attention. You assumed correctly this was Mr. Baker.

---

Edward was the first to arrive for his first period class. He was always punctual, but there was a difference now. He no longer had Bella in tow.

It was a mutual end to their quick relationship. While her blood did appeal to him greatly, the fastness of their relationship hurt them both emotionally at the end. It was purely fascination of each others beings that they mistake as something else. While it did hurt, Edward could admit to himself he wasn't distraught over it. They remained friends and he was content with that.

Slowly, other students began filling the classroom as the clock ticked on. Everyone filling seats they usually sat in despite there being no assigned seating. No one ever sat next to him, often feeling intimidated by his status as a Cullen. The vampire paid them no mind, occupying his attention to watching the typical Forks rain traverse down the window he always sat by. He tuned out everyone's thoughts the best he could, letting his usual melancholy about his nature linger in his mind.

Edward perked up when he heard an fast-beating heart breakthrough his attempts of zoning out. Shifting his focus to the doorway his eyes latched on to the new student.

You.

It didn't take reading thoughts to feel the buzz of a new student arriving in the small school.

He felt... strange. Much like with Bella, your scent invaded his senses and made him thirsty, yet, that wasn't what caught his immediate attention.

It was the eyes. Something about them captivated Edward. He wasn't sure what about them had him staring at you, who now stared back at him. The vampire attempted to discern your thoughts and he caught an inkling of curiosity starting to bleed out before the teacher took your attention away. His stayed on you, and didn't pay him any mind or had any idea he wad, and focused his enhanced hearing on the conversation.

"Hello, new student?" The teacher greeted and softly spoke your name. The auburn haired male watched as the you nodded.

Edward's curiosity peaked when he finally heard their thoughts, clear as the days outside of Forks.

"Yes, that's me. Do you know sign?" He heard their thoughts as he watched their hands easily relay in sign language. I'm expecting a no they internally sighed.

"Oh shoot I wasn't told..." A worried look passed on the teachers face as his sentence trailed off. Edward can hear his thoughts complain that the school failed to inform him about the new student outside their name and grade. A look of exasperation briefly flashed on your face.

Who would of fucking thought Forks High, a small-ass school, would not inform their teachers. Fantastic. Wonderful. I love it. It was a pointed statement that had Edward both mildly shocked at the language and pretty amused. I wonder how much others outside of Eric will put up with me here.

Edward sighed. He knew he shouldn't involve himself with another human but he couldn't help it. Whatever captivated him and the resignation you mentally expressed already had moved him. He got up from his spot and quickly moved to the front of the classroom.

"Apologies, I don't mean to cut in but I know sign."

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You blink at the golden-eyed student he approached you and the teacher. You felt a grateful smile tug on your lips as you faced him. Immediately, you felt some appreciation and felt good about being wrong on your previous assumption.

"Thank you, Edward." Mr. Baker smiled in relief. Edward gave the teacher a small, tight lipped smile at him and faced you. The teacher introduced you to him. "And this is Edward Cullen."

"I'm sorry for any inconvenience." Edward spoke as you signed, his voice soft and velvety. Observing his face, you watched as his brows furrow at your statement, which became almost a second nature for you due to the way your previous school treated you. You often faced irritated glances or your existence ignored entirely outside the feo close friends you accumulated.

"Please relay to them-" Mr. Baker spoke but you immediately shook your head and held up a hand.

"I am neither deaf or hard of hearing, sir. I just can't speak." Edward translated for you again. "I look forward to class with you both." A smile appeared on his face again.

"You too. And you aren't being an inconvenience at all. It's the fault of the school, really." Mr. Baker offered a kind smile. Edward left the two of you, as if knew he wouldn't be needed again. "Take a seat wherever you want, I don't do assigned seating unless it becomes an issue." Mr. Baker gave you a kind smile and gestured for you to pick out a seat, while he moved to the classroom computer. You take a glance around, only seeing three spots open.

Your eyes landed on the one next to Edward, causing you to perk up. Though, you hesitated, his small smile and the single, subtle nod assured you it was fine to sit by him. Holding your backpack strap a little tighter, you move between desks to join him.

---

Edward watched as you sat next to him. You offered him a quick smile before you started pulling out your notebook and your small pencil case. You didn't look over at him as you stared up at the board, waiting for class to start.

The vampire was curious and while he knew it was an invasion of privacy, he couldn't help but try and focus in on more of your thoughts. Except he was met with...

What? His brows furrowed. Edward felt overwhelmed for a moment, his sense felt almost deprived as he tried peering in your mind again.

Edward suddenly saw what he perceived as a galaxy. Stars, planets, moons, a sun... it was vast and it was breathtaking. It wasn't something he never saw before, this detailed, in a humans mind. He was able to view this scene for just a few fleeting moments until he suddenly felt warm energy push against his mind.

The vampire blinked. His presence was back in classroom 103. He glanced toward you. Paying close attention, he didn't see anything that indicated you were in any way aware of what just occured. He heard the teacher swear under his breath as he attempted to get the projector working, and used this moment to speak with you.

Softly, he called your name, bringing your attention to him.

"How are you liking Forks?" Edward recognized he was a bit awkward, but you gave no inclination that you minded or judged him.

"It's wet. But I don't mind it. The scenery is nice." You signed and it was as if the cosmos that warded him from your thoughts was lifted. Hearing your thoughts again after being blocked out by the cosmos left him perplexed and curious.

"Forks does have its charm in scenery." He chuckled. "But I assume that isn't why you moved?"

"No, but it definitely is a bonus." You smiled. "My uncle got a promotion so we moved up from California."

"What does he do?"

"He is now the fire captain here."

Edward had a kind smile and offered a small congratulations to him. He then spoke again, "What does your class schedule look like?"

You reached into your zip up hoodie pocket and pull out a folded piece of paper. Unfolding it, you slid it to his desk. His golden eyes scanned the paper and he felt some sort of happiness that your schedules almost align completely. The only class difference was your last two classes, which would have you taking gym and history without him.

"Looks like we will be seeing each other a lot. We have almost all the same classes."

That's a relief. Edward suppressed a smile at your thoughts. I hope we can be at least friendly with one another.

"Since we have most of our classes together, would you like to be friends?" He asked. He could already hear Rosalie scolding him for getting involved with another human, but he didn't particularly care what she would think.

You were another anomaly to his, otherwise, stationary life. He has no plans to try and initiate a quick romantic relationship again. He simply was curious to the stars that lingered behind your eyes.

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It was nearing lunchtime. You glanced out the window of your math class while the teacher closed out her lesson and began explaining what the homework was going to be. You were very grateful for Edward sticking by you in each course. He was able to help you talk to your teachers, answer and ask questions, and made Forks high a little more welcoming.

You had met two of his siblings in that time frame, Emmett and Alice, who were both a delight. Alice already expressed how much she was excited to finally get to know you, which you assumed she was wanting to meet the new kid, and Emmett offered to watch your back in gym with the biggest grin you've seen on a persons face. It also warmed your heart to find they also knew sign too.

The initial worry of being a forever outsider like before began melting away. So far things have been pleasant unlike your last experience.

As you mind wandered off to old school memories of bullies and loneliness, you were still unaware of Edward trying to discern your thoughts again. You missed the look of confusion and frustration on his face. Although, you did manage to hear him make a noise that sounded like frustration, which snapped your attention on him.

"Everything okay?" You ask him. He glanced up at the teacher who was now facing the board writing the homework down.

"Just... wanting class to be over." Edward gave you a tight lipped smile. "Mrs. Johnsons' classes are usually a bore."

You nodded with a smile and silent chuckle.

The class bell rang, signaling an end, and practically everyone ran out for lunch. You eyed the crowd trying to leave and shrug your shoulders. You scribbled down the equations Mrs. Johnson assigned before putting your class materials away and preemptively pulled out your brown bag lunch.

You glanced to Edward while you both stood up. You weren't sure if you should continue sticking by his side until it was time for your last two periods or find your own corner to decompress. Perhaps giving him a break from-

"Are you ready?" His soft voice cut through your thoughts. You blink, pausing for a moment, before nodding.

"Lead the way." You smiled, though you were sure it came off as nervous. There will be so many people...

"Would you like to sit with my family and I, or would you like to go somewhere quiet?" You looked at him a bit shocked, were you that easy to read? You could see the twitch of his lip like he was going to respond but he kept quiet.

"Somewhere quiet, just for today."

"Follow me then."

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Rosalie sighed as she leaned against the table, waiting for her siblings to join her and Emmett for lunch. She then looked to her partner and leaned against him, who laughed and wrapped his arm around her shoulders. Her golden eyes followed Bella's form with a glare as she sat down with her friends.

"Come on, babe. Her and Edward have no hard feelings." Emmett spoke in a quiet tone.

"It's still a danger to us." She grumbled.

"Nope! She still becomes a vampire like us." Alice suddenly sat down with a bright smile. Jasper was quick to sit down next to her.

"Even after what happened with the Volturi and James?" Emmett asked.

"Yep. While the course of her and Edward's relationship definitely changed, she still becomes a part of our clan."

"Great." Rosalie rolled her eyes and then glanced around at the table. "Speaking of Edward, where is he?"

"Probably off with the new kid." Emmett smirked. "They seem pretty nice. Edward's been helping them since they can't speak."

"Another human?" She looked to her partner then to Alice. "Did you..."

"Have a vision of them? Yes. The day before Edward and Bella parted their romantic relationship, I had a vision of them coming to Forks. And then after meeting them, I saw them and Edward, looking pretty close." She smiled and giggled.

"Great, another human who is going to choose to be a vampire." Rose scoffed.

"Rosalie-" Alice's usually bright expression drops. Everyone at the Cullen table looked at her with worry as it appeared her eyes glaze over. Jasper immediately gripped her hand under the table as he could feel a wave of sadness wash over from her.

"Darling?" Jasper whispered.

Alice blinked rapidly. She looked to the others with a worried expression. "I... I didn't see the specifics but... It wasn't their choice."

It was silent between them. Rosalie's eyes were wide, Emmett clenched his fist under the table, Jasper tried his best to calm everyone, and Alice simply blinked and tried looking to the future again.

She could see you, crying and writhing as the venom from a bite on your arm took hold, blood all over you. Edward and Carlisle were right by your side, speaking. But she couldn't hear what they were saying.

All she heard was a high pitched ring.

And then the vision flashes a blinding white and she swears she could feel intense heat against her face.

She was back at the table again with her family. It was the same vision as before. Never had she seen such a bright light, heard such a noise, or felt anything like that from a vision.

"We have to talk to Carlisle."

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ladykailitha · 6 months

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Soft 2 of 2

And finally part 2! I haven't written more on Grief because guess who got an ear infection over the weekend? If you guessed me, you'd be correct! Who knew that symptoms included neck pain, headaches and sore throat...yeah...

Also I should probably warn for smut. Under 18 you've been officially warned.

Part 1

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Eddie was vibrating out of his skin when his present was finally ready. It had taken a week and his excitement bubbled out all of the place.

He had already preformed his bet pay out. Jeff was positively gleeful about the whole thing.

Jeff and the rest of his band were even more gleeful about Eddie’s surprise for Steve. More than once one or more of them expressed their desire to see the look on Steve’s face when he realized what Eddie had done for them.

They only stopped when Eddie told them that if everything went to plan then they’d probably would be having sex right after.

And since none of them wanted to see that part, they stopped teasing him about seeing the first part.

He walked into the apartment that afternoon like he always did, jaunty and carefree. Jeff had whined several times that Eddie spent more time at Steve and Robin’s place then he did their own.

Robin was bopping to her music in the kitchen and Steve was on the sofa watching a game show of some sort.

“Eddie!” Steve greeted.

Eddie grinned. “Looking good, Stevie. I’m glad you head is feeling better now.”

Steve blushed. “Thanks for stopping by so that Robin wouldn’t worry about me.”

“It was no trouble,” he said. “You needed looking after and I was more than happy to be of service.”

He pulled something out of inner pocket of his leather jacket and handed it to Steve.

“I wanted to get you a little something as thank you for the chain and picks you got me.”

Steve frowned. “You didn’t have to do that, Eds. I like buying things for you.”

He said it so easily, as if that didn’t make Eddie’s heart speed up faster then anything caused by his nervousness.

He opened the box and pulled out a pair of light blue sunglasses, so clear that you could see in and out with a relative ease.

“Oh, Eddie...” Steve murmured. “They’re gorgeous.”

“They’re your prescription,” Eddie explained. “Which means you can’t wear you contacts when you have them on.” He tapped the space between Steve’s eyes.

“Wait, really?” Steve murmured. “What? How?”

Eddie tapped the side of his nose. “That’s my secret. But I remembered that your senior year of high school you were wearing sunglasses all the time. Everyone thought you were being too cool. But none of the teachers said anything. So it got me thinking...you wore them because you needed to, didn’t you? Too many concussions made you sensitive to light.”

Steve’s jaw dropped. “Holy shit! I didn’t realize anyone noticed.”

“And I bet I know why you stopped wearing them,” Eddie continued. “It’s because Scoops wouldn’t let you and then you would just forget to put them on the rest of the time.”

Robin tapped Steve’s shoulder and pressed something into his hand. He opened it to find his contact case.

“But I–” he protested and she handed him the bottle of solution. He smiled at her. “Thanks.”

He took out his contacts and carefully put them away. He handed them back to Robin.

He pulled the glasses out their case and put them on. They fit perfectly.

“The frames are the same style as your regular glasses,” Eddie said. “You can wear them all the time or just when you know you’re going to be in a situation where there are a lot of lights. Say...a certain band’s metal concert.” He winked at Steve.

Steve let out a giggle. “They’re amazing, Eds. I love them.”

“Looking good, dingus,” Robin said affectionately. She kissed his cheek. “I’m heading out. Please no sex on the sofa. I have to sit there too.”

She waved by to Eddie and then slammed the door behind her.

Steve blushed furiously. “We aren’t even dating…” he pouted.

“Yet.”

Steve’s head shot up. “Wha’?”

“We aren’t dating yet, sweetheart,” Eddie murmured. “Robin and my band both think this little trinket,” he plucked at the necklace around his neck, “is a declaration of true love. Are they right?”

Steve ducked his head again, pursing his lips. “Yeah, Eds. Of course it is.”

Eddie tapped the glasses. “Back atcha, big boy.”

Steve raised his head again, this time much slower. “You really mean that?”

Eddie gently pulled Steve closer and placed a soft kiss on his lips. Steve’s eyes fluttered shut, melting into the kiss. Eddie leaned backward onto the sofa, Steve following to keep pressing their lips together in kiss after kiss.

Eddie tenderly removed the glasses and set them on the table before he resumed kissing Steve. The pace slow and languid. Just the two of them exploring each other’s mouths and bodies. Not really heading toward sex, just feeling the euphoria of finally getting together.

Soon they drifted off to sleep in each others arms.

They woke a couple hours later, to an alarm on Eddie’s watch going off.

Steve looked up at Eddie blearily and still soft from sleep. “Wha’?”

“Hey beautiful,” he cooed. “We have a dinner reservation at seven, it’s now five. Go get yourself a shower and change so we can go, okay?”

Steve smiled. “Okay, baby.” He kissed Eddie and then deftly rolled off the couch onto the floor.

Eddie smacked his ass as he passed. “Show off.”

“For you?” Steve said. “Always.”

Eddie blushed.

“Hey, Eddie!” Steve called from his room. “Can you come here a moment?”

Eddie hopped to his feet and was at Steve’s door to his bedroom in a flash. “What’s up, dar–” he stopped when he saw Steve standing in the middle of his room, dripping wet with only a towel wrapped around his waist.

Eddie gulped.

Steve must have realized his state of undress, because he blushed furiously. “I, um... couldn’t remember what you were wearing and didn’t want to be too overdressed for dinner.”

Eddie grinned. “You sure, sweetheart? Because this looks like a ploy to get me into that bed of yours.”

Steve looked up through his eyelashes, coy. “Well...if you’re interested, I could make it about that if you prefer.”

He removed the towel and dried himself off. The towel just barely covered his modesty as he dragged it over his body.

Eddie’s mouth dried with it.

And then towel dropped and Eddie was faced with the reality of a naked Steve Harrington.

He drank in his fill, eyes darting across every line, every plain, every freckle.

“You like what you see, babe?” Steve purred. He took a couple steps back and threw himself on the bed. He propped himself up on his elbows and looked over at Eddie through half-lidded eyes.

Eddie licked his lips. “I’ll be right back, sweetheart. I just have to do two things and then I will happily join you in the bed.”

Steve grinned. “Hurry back.”

Eddie nodded and ran out to the front room. He locked the front door, and then quickly called the restaurant to cancel their reservation. Screw dinner, Eddie was going straight for dessert.

He walked back into Steve’s room to find him with hands tucked behind his head, pulling his already taut body longer.

He kicked off his sneakers first and then pulled off his shirt. Steve watched him strip with eyes blown wide and lips slick from licking them.

Eddie grinned. He dragged out pulling down his zipper, nice and slow. He saw Steve’s Adam’s apple bob. He took off his pants and was standing in front of the bed with just his underwear on.

“Babe,” Steve moaned. “Let me see. Please.”

And who was Eddie to deny Steve anything. He pulled off his boxers, dropping them to floor.

Steve reached out and Eddie went willingly into his boyfriend’s arms.

Like with their languid kissing on the couch, this too was slow and tender. Mapping each other’s bodies with their hands, their lips, their tongues.

Soon they were coming and they laid next to each other, covered in cum and giggling like children.

“I can now confirm that the rumors about your prowess in bed is absolutely not a myth but a god damn fucking legend,” Eddie breathed, his hands draped over his belly as his willed his heart rate back to normal.

Steve laughed. “Well, you’re certainly no slouch in the bedroom either, sunshine.”

Eddie sat up and started scanning the room for the towel.

“Where are you going?” Steve whined. “I want to cuddle with my boyfriend.”

Eddie chuckled. “Just grabbing the towel to clean us up, princess.”

Steve hummed and he took that as permission to get the towel. He grabbed it and cleaned himself off first before using it on Steve. He tossed it into the laundry basket.

Steve curled up into his side. “Hey, I thought throwing things into laundry baskets was my job.”

Eddie chuckled. “Oh it is.”

“Let’s make a deal,” Steve said sleepily. “You stick to the guitar playing rocker, and I stick to the throwing things in laundry baskets.”

Eddie laugh out loud. “Yeah, baby. We can do that.”

Steve snuggled closer. “Good.”

Later they would get up and dressed. They would order pizza and watch trash movies on late night TV.

And when Robin came home that night, she found the two of them curled up on the couch, asleep again in each other’s arms.

She grabbed a blanket off the back of the armchair and draped over them.

“I’m happy for you dinguses,” she said softly into the still room and then went to bed, content her soulmate had found his person at last.

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nataliesfirefly · 27 days

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You and I Walk a Fragile Line - Farleigh Start x F! Reader - Part 8

a/n: heyy loves! if you’ve stuck around for all 8 parts, thank you SOOO much. writing this series and receiving so many kind comments and love has really made the past month and a half so enjoyable. i cant believe i’m concluding my first fic already!! it’s been so fun and i definitely want to write more. shoutout to my friend @avessss who encouraged me to start posting even though i was really nervous. i couldn’t have done it without her 💕 but anyways enjoy the last chapter! not sure when i will post next but until then… message me, give suggestions, etc!! love you all SOO much 💌

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“A pint, please. Thanks.” You smile at the bartender as you slide forward five pounds. You stand and wait patiently, leaning against the bar as he shuffles away to go fill up a tall glass of beer.

You hear your name being said from next to you. You turn to see a familiar girl with olive skin and long, silky black hair. Your brain takes a few seconds to compute who it is.

“Sasha! Hey,” You grin and she smiles brightly. “Hi. I didn’t know if it was you or not,” She chuckles and you stand there awkwardly, not sure of what to say.

“How’s life?” She asks. “Uhh, good. Can’t complain.” You shrug as the bartender slides you the beer across the counter. You take a sip as she nods.

“Same here. Just a little terrified of the fact that we are going to be seniors in a year,” She runs a hand through her hair with a sigh. “Me too, girl.” You nod in agreement.

“How was your summer?” Sasha asks. You let out a sigh unintentionally before fixing your facial expression.

“It was… good,” You nod slowly, almost trying to convince yourself. “I don’t know if you know but…There’s a rumor going around that you and Farleigh had somewhat of a summer fling,” She winces after she says this.

“Oh God,” You press a hand to your forehead and shake your head. “Who told you that?” You groan.

“I’m assuming it came from Felix. I’m not sure, but I just wanted to tell you…” She places a hand on your shoulder comfortingly. “If you ever need to talk or anything like that, let me know.” She says, her English accent soft and elegant.

She seems almost too nice. You’ve never seen Sasha like this, so it’s hard to believe.

“Thank you.” You dip your head and take another sip of beer. “I know I was never the nicest to you and we were never close, but I’m here for you.” Her hand falls from your shoulder gently.

“I think I was honestly just threatened by you,” She continues. You jerk your head towards her quickly and furrow your eyebrows.

“What? Why?” You scoff as if it’s absurd. “I always had this… gut feeling that he was in love with you or something. He would talk about you nonstop, about how much you annoyed him and how much he ‘hated you.’ I knew better,” She shakes her head.

“Oh. Shit. I’m sorry,” You feel bad, suddenly. Like you were the cause of their relationship problems.

“But that whole thing is over now,” You wave your hand dismissively. “He’s an asshole, isn’t he?” You both giggle at her words.

“He is. I can see why you broke up with him,” You nod, feeling no remorse for talking about Farleigh this way. It’s all true. But you also know Sasha had a lot to do with the shitty parts of their relationship.

“I’ll see you around, yeah?” She grins and holds up her hand, giving a tiny wave. “Yeah. See you,” You watch her walk away before turning back to your drink, grabbing it and heading to find an empty table.

You sigh, leaning down and fishing your textbook out of your bag. You still have four chapters to read before tomorrow. The first term of your junior year is kicking your ass, even though it’s only October.

Sooner or later, you see Felix walking through the entrance of the pub. You immediately crane your neck to search for any signs of Farleigh, since he usually follows Felix around. But thankfully, he’s not anywhere to be found.

You turn your attention back to your textbook, and when you glance back up, Felix is sitting across from you.

“Hey.” He smiles and you notice the cigarette between his fingers. “Hi. How are you?” You reply, not exactly in the mood to talk to him right now.

“Oh, you know. Just drowning in work,” He sighs and leans back in his chair, throwing his head back slightly.

“You and me both,” You chuckle lightly and close your textbook, knowing you won’t get anything read so long as Felix is here. He leans forward again and takes a drag from his cigarette.

“So…” He starts, trailing off. You raise your eyebrows. “So?”

“Are you and Farleigh ever going to make up?” He asks suddenly. You cough, surprised by the abrupt question.

“No.” You shake your head. “Don’t even try it, Felix.” You roll your eyes and he groans. “Please, we don’t even get to hang out much anymore because you’re avoiding him,” He whines.

“Then just… arrange a time to hang out with me when Farleigh isn’t there.” You grimace at the feeling of his name in your mouth. Felix facepalms. “C’mon. Look, I don’t know what happened between you two, but…”

“It sounds like you think you know what happened.” You narrow your eyes and he seems confused. “What?” He tilts his head.

“Lola told me you’re spreading rumors. Like, that Farleigh and I had some fling over the summer,” You explain, and he glances down like he’s been caught, before looking back up with amusement twinkling in his eyes.

“What, you thought no one would hear you two fucking at one in the morning? You guys were so loud, it’s like you wanted to be caught,” He chuckles and shakes his head. Your face burns beet red with embarrassment.

“I don’t judge you for it. I just didn’t expect it,” He says. “Okay, but that doesn’t mean you go telling everyone about it,” You reply.

“I didn’t mean to. I told one person in confidence.” Felix says. “You know you can’t trust these people to keep things to themselves,” You shake your head in disappointment.

“Okay, I’m sorry. But I think Farleigh really wants to talk to you.” He says, his tone persuasive and you immediately cringe.

“I’m not talking to him. Nothing will come of it,” You finish off your beer and set the glass on the table decisively.

“I just don’t want our friendship to be messed up because of this.” He says, sounding a bit sad. You look back up to him and see him glancing down at his lap.

“We’re good. It doesn’t have anything to do with you.” It comes off harsher than you meant it to, but Felix doesn’t seem to mind. “I can’t just forgive and forget, you know?”

He nods. “Yeah. Alright, then. Just consider talking to him. I’ll see you later, mate.” He drums his fingers on the table before standing up and walking to the bar. You sigh and decide to pack up your things after checking your watch and seeing the time. It’s getting late.

You stand up and grab your bag, slinging it over your shoulder. You walk out of the pub and down the cobbled streets while looking around and just observing the several groups of students, chatting loudly or laughing. The chilly autumn breeze tosses around crimson and golden leaves.

You go over your plans for the remainder of tonight in your head. You’re going to get back to your dorm, take a shower, then get the rest of your work done. That is, if you don’t procrastinate like you usually do.

You enter your dorm building and then stop in your tracks when you see him standing there, at the bottom of the stairs. It’s like you have a full body reaction to him standing in front of you, sending a chill down your spine and making your stomach churn. He doesn’t speak, he just stares at you. You step forward, walking up the stairs and completely ignoring him. “Can we please talk?” Farleigh calls your name.

“No, we can’t.” You respond, your tone harsh and bitter. You hear footsteps coming up the stairs behind you and you increase your pace, trying to get to your door and unlock it before he can catch up to you. But it’s no use, he’s already standing there behind you.

“Please. Just let me talk to you,” He begs. You shake your head. “Farleigh, I already know how this is going to go. You don’t talk.” You can’t even stand to look at him, even addressing him is difficult after all these months of not speaking.

“I’m going to talk. I swear. Please,” He pleads. “Fine,” You groan with exasperation as you unlock your door, although you’re sort of curious as to what he’s going to say.

He closes the door behind him and you go to sit on the edge of your bed after setting your things down and kicking off your shoes, looking at him expectantly. “Okay, talk.”

“I’m sorry. For everything.” Farleigh says, and it surprisingly sounds sincere. “I’m sorry for being a dick to you all these years. And those things I said at Saltburn, I didn’t mean any of it.” His voice is quiet and he looks down at the ground as he speaks. You blink a few times and take a moment to respond.

“Why would you say those things if you never meant them?” You ask, your own voice timid as you remember all the harsh and cruel words he said to you that one night.

“Did you mean it when you said you hated me and you wished we never met?” He fires back. You bite the inside of your cheek and avoid his gaze as regret washes over you. “...I never said–”

“Yes you did.” It’s silent and the tension in the air is palpable. It seems like you’re both waiting for who is going to speak next, but you aren’t exactly sure what to say.

“I just don’t understand why you’re so eager to apologize when you’ve literally hated me since the day we first met,” You chuckle sarcastically and shake your head. He falls silent, and when you glance back up to him, he looks nervous, like something’s on the tip of his tongue.

“That’s not… exactly true.” He mutters. “I never hated you. I’ve loved you since the moment I first saw you. That night at Saltburn, when Felix introduced us to each other. I saw you and I just felt… Something just came over me. I’d never felt it before. I mean, I was so captivated by you. I couldn’t sleep that night because I was thinking about you every second. And I was scared. I was so scared. So I was mean to you.”

He lets out a breath after his confession and you stare at him in disbelief. You’re barely processing anything he’s saying. Is this real? You feel like you should pinch yourself to make sure you’re not dreaming.

“And Felix never kept his friends around for long, so I knew I couldn’t get attached to you. I thought you were just passing by and that I would never see you again. But when you came back the next summer, then the next, and then you got into Oxford, I knew I was fucked.

“I just kept pushing my feelings down and instead of dealing with them, I was just… a bitch. I was trying to push you away and I was hoping that would get rid of my feelings. But it didn’t. And I regret it so, so much. I wasted all this time and I was being so stupid. I was just scared of love. I was scared of loving you.”

You feel tears welling up in your eyes and you can hear your heart pounding in your chest. You swear you can see tears in his own eyes.

“What about Sasha?” You ask when you finally gather yourself. “Really? You don’t know why I dated Sasha?” He chuckles a bit like it should be obvious. You shake your head no.

“I just needed someone to distract me. I got with all those people to fill the void. I mean, Sasha and I’s relationship was purely based off of sex. And every single time, I pictured that it was you instead of Sasha. I would close my eyes and imagine it was you. I think that was the only way I was able to get off,” He laughs. Your eyes widen at his words and your stomach flips. So that was why he was always moaning like a bitch?

“So when we finally… I freaked out. It was getting too real, and so I pushed you away again. And I said some shitty things.” You blink and a few tears fall. You don’t even know how to describe how you’re feeling right now. So many emotions are building inside of you, and they’re so dense and heavy, you’re not sure how to comprehend them.

“I’m so, so fucking sorry.” Farleigh seems to notice that you’re crying. “You didn’t deserve any of that. I’m a fucking idiot,”

Before you know it you’re off of your bed, crashing into him and sobbing against his chest. He wraps his arms around you, locking you in a tight embrace and enveloping you in his warmth. Your shoulders shake as you feel all the emotions pouring out of you. He holds you like he’s never going to let go. You don’t want him to let go. Ever.

“I’m so sorry,” He whispers your name into your hair. “I’ll never do that to you again.” He continues muttering these things to you as you let him hold you, melting into the hug.

You look up at him and his brown eyes are illuminated with affection. Something about him is different. He’s softer, unlike his usual cold and teasing personality.

He gently moves some hair out of your face and kisses your forehead, causing you to blush and smile softly.

“Why did we waste so much time when we could have been together?” You ask timidly, more of a rhetorical question. He sighs and tucks a strand of hair behind your ear.

“Cause we’re stupid,” He chuckles and you let out a quiet laugh. “It doesn’t matter now. We have the rest of our lives to make up for it,” He grins down at you and you smile against his hand that cups your face. He leans down and you tilt your head up to meet his lips. The kiss you share is slow and sensual, like you’re both trying to savor each other for as long as possible, like you’re making up for all those years of fabricated hatred. You can’t deny that you missed his lips and the way that he kisses, the way his tongue licks into your mouth. He pulls away after a minute.

“But I still feel like I need to make it up to you,” Farleigh’s expression changes and his voice lowers to that familiar deep and gravelly sound. You can see the lust in his eyes and you feel butterflies swarming in your stomach.

“What should I do for you, baby?” His hands snake down to your hips as he lowers himself slowly to the ground until he’s on his knees. Your heart races and you feel chills racing across your skin.

He looks up at you and you swear your knees almost give out from underneath you just at the sight. “Far..” You giggle shyly and feel your face burn red.

His fingers fiddle with the waistband of your skirt, almost teasing you and waiting until you ask him to take it off. But after a moment he’s pulling it down gently, and you step out of it gingerly and nudge it to the side with your foot.

He groans and his hands roam up and down your thighs. “You’re so perfect,” He mumbles as he hooks your lace panties under his fingers and pulls them down as well, almost hurriedly this time like he’s just that eager to eat you out until you’re sobbing for him.

Without any warning or time to prepare, his mouth is already on you, tasting you passionately with his tongue and moaning, the vibrations going straight to your core.

You moan breathlessly, your hand reaching down to tangle in his curly hair for something to ground you, and he seems to like this. He keeps letting out these small, needy whines like he’s the one getting devoured.

Every swirl and flick of his tongue has you whimpering like you’re in pain, your legs feeling unstable and weak. He sucks on your clit and you feel two of his fingers already inching their way inside, curling inside of you deliciously. It’s all too much and your breath has turned into short, high-pitched, desperate huffs.

“Please- Shit, Farleigh,” The third finger he inserts draws a long moan out of you. You don’t care if your neighbors hear you. You’re too lost in the pleasure that he’s giving you, with no drawbacks or regret looming in the future. When you think about how he just confessed his love for you, it only brings you closer to the edge of your beautiful release.

He laps up your slick, his tongue getting dangerously close to your entrance. You gasp for air as his fingers leave, only to be replaced by his tongue. You whine at the new feeling of his tongue deep inside of you, his thumb circling your clit. You feel your climax approaching, threatening to make you crumble and beg for mercy.

A deep and guttural groan leaves him as he continues fucking you with his tongue. “Far, I’m close-“ Your hand twists in his hair and you roll your hips against his face absentmindedly, almost like you’re stuck in a trance.

His tongue slips out of you, his nose nudging against your clit. Then, you’re gone. You feel like you’re floating, like you’re the only two people in the world right now, all your thoughts disappearing as that divine ecstasy shoots through your veins and melts your muscles and your bones.

He stands back up and takes you into his strong arms, cradling you as he brings you over to your bed, with occasional kisses along the way. You both pull away to tear off your clothes. You hurriedly pull off your sweater and your bra and toss them aside, hearing them land somewhere on the floor. Farleigh takes his own shirt off and his jeans, revealing that beautiful body you’ve subconsciously been dreaming of.

“Lay down,” You tell him with some sort of newfound confidence. You’ve never been on top before, but right now you want to pay him back and give him all that you have to offer.

“Mmm,” He hums in response, laying down on your small, twin-sized bed. You climb onto the bed and straddle him, feeling slightly nervous as his hands rest on your hips. You keep your hands on his chest as you grind your hips down onto him, feeling the form of him through his boxers.

He’s rock hard, and it only encourages you to continue to grind against him, rolling your hips smoothly and slowly. He whimpers and grips your hips harder, biting his lip. “Fuck, baby,” He moans, his hips bucking up slightly to meet yours.

You can’t wait anymore. You reach down and maintain eye contact as you slowly pull down his boxers, shuffling them down his legs.

It’s definitely intimidating, but you’re determined to ride him. He looks up at you. “Is this okay?” He asks, his hands returning to your hips. You nod. “Yeah,” You reply before rising up on your knees and adjusting yourself before sinking down onto him.

You wince at the delicious pain as your teeth sink into the plush of your bottom lip, his hands guiding you further down his length. A string of curses leave his lips once his whole cock is inside of you. He definitely missed this.

You place your hands on his chest again as you begin to drag your hips back and forth. He whimpers and whispers your name like a prayer. “That’s it, fuck-“ His grasp on your hips tighten and you can already guess that you’ll have bruises.

You rock your hips back and forth, creating a better pace for the two of you as he thrusts up into you. That pained look crosses his face again as you make eye contact. You’re completely enthralled by the sight of each other, a sheen of sweat forming on both of your foreheads. Your head falls back once you finally find the perfect angle that brings you such satisfaction, your jaw going slack. “Baby,” He begs, breathing heavily.

You feel yourself growing tired from the fast rhythm, and you slow down, still circling your hips on top of him. He seems to sense that you’re growing fatigued, so he flips the two of you over, switching your places. You’re dizzy and caught off guard, but you focus on his eyes as he takes over, slowly thrusting into you with long strokes.

Farleigh reaches down to grab your hand, intertwining your fingers together and holding on tightly. He lowers his head to pepper kisses across your forehead, your nose, your cheeks. He brushes some hair out of your face.

“I love you,” He mutters, his nose rubbing against yours. Your eyes widen at his words and your heart skips a beat. You squeeze his hand weakly and grin.

“I love you too,” You whisper back, feeling tears brimming in your eyes. “I love you so much,” You tell him, and he lets his head fall into the crook of your neck as he moans desperately, his thrusts faltering. Your other hand rests on the top of his head, stroking his curls. You both finish at the same time, whispering each other’s names and more confessions of love. It’s meaningful, beautiful, and sweet. Something you’ve craved but never experienced. That is, until now.

He collapses next to you and eventually pulls out of you, causing you to grunt just a bit. You lay there, your legs entangled with his and his arms around you protectively. He pulls the sheets over the two of you and continues to kiss you slowly with so much passion and affection.

Farleigh pulls away and swipes the tears off your cheeks, his gaze never leaving yours. You take his hand in yours once again and press your forehead against his.

“I could get used to this,” You whisper with a cheeky grin. He laughs softly. “Really?” He responds sarcastically, raising his eyebrows.

“Really.” You giggle quietly and he presses another kiss to your cheek. “I would consider spending the rest of my life with you,” He shrugs nonchalantly and you can’t seem to stop smiling. You don’t think you’ve ever been this happy in your life.

“You’d consider it? Woah, thanks,” You say with fake awe, gasping. “I’ve been considering it for a while, actually,” He mutters, running his fingers through your hair. “Have you?” You whisper, suddenly feeling sleepy. Everytime he holds you like this, it puts you right to sleep. You feel so safe and loved in his arms.

“Mhm.” His other hand rests on the small of your back and you feel your eyelids growing heavy. “I love you, Farleigh,” You whisper. “I love you too.” He replies, and with that, you drift off to sleep, with no cares or worries in the world, now that you’ve finally solved your problems with Farleigh. You’re so glad you gave him a second chance.

The next morning you wake up to Farleigh pulling you closer to him, nuzzling his head in your chest and groaning. You yawn and glance over to your bedside table, checking the time on your alarm clock. 9:42 AM.

Shit. You forgot about your class. It started at 9:30. Oh well. You groan and let your head fall back onto the pillow, rubbing your forehead.You pat Farleigh’s head, his curls sticking out at awkward angles but still managing to look cute.

You shiver and reach down to pull the duvet over yourself. He stirs at your movement and eventually, his dark brown eyes open.

A grin immediately appears on his face as he looks at you, taking in your appearance. Thank God you hadn’t worn makeup the day before. You were in your natural state, besides the messy hair. He traces his finger along your jawline and you smile, tilting your head.

“Good morning,” He wraps you up in his arms again, desperate to be close to you. His voice is deep and raspy. You’ll never get tired of his morning voice.

“Morning,” You reply, snuggling up to him and breathing in his scent. He kisses the top of your head and rubs your back soothingly.

“Do you know how many times I’ve dreamt about waking up next to you?” Farleigh asks. You giggle quietly. “Well, your wish came true,” You reply with a quick raise of your brows.

Suddenly, you remember what Lola said that one night at Saltburn as you think about you and Farleigh’s relationship over the years.

“Lola told me something a few months ago,” You start. “Mmm, and what was that?” He responds.

You inhale slowly. “She said that you were looking for me one morning and you came by our dorm, and you seemed very worried about me,” You smile at the thought, knowing what you know now.

“Oh. Yeah, I remember that. I was always worried sick about you. Whether you got home after a night out, if you drank too much, if some guy took advantage of you…” He trails off and sighs.

“Really?!” You ask, gazing up at him in shock. “You’re so confusing,” You let out a breathy laugh and shake your head.

“Do you remember our first night at Oxford? The very first party we went to?” He asks. You nod. He fiddles with a strand of your hair.

“After our little… argument, I stayed away from you the rest of the night. But then it was getting late, and I couldn’t find you, and I didn’t know if you knew the way back to your dorm. When I went into the bathroom I found you passed out on the floor. Black out drunk.” He explains, his voice soft.

“Anyone could have found you, or taken advantage of you. So I picked you up and carried you back to your dorm and tucked you into your bed.” Your eyes widen as your brain registers his words. Lola never told you about that.

“And when we were talking that night on the steps outside at Saltburn when we couldn’t sleep, the first summer you were there, you fell asleep on my shoulder. So I carried you up to your room.”

It’s silent for a minute as you process this. Was it a common theme for Farleigh to carry you to your bed when you were passed out?

“I never knew you cared that much.” You whisper, reaching up to play with one of his curls. “I don’t think I knew, either.” He mumbles.

You kiss him, slowly and gently, smiling against his lips. He grins, breaking the kiss, before holding the back of your head and guiding you back to him.

And you really believe that in this moment, you could die happy. You want to spend the rest of your life with him. The hot August nights, the freezing December mornings, the summer days under cerulean skies. The good days and the bad days. You can’t even remember how it felt to hate Farleigh. Every single trace of dislike for him is gone, erased completely from your heart. All that’s left is a love too strong to comprehend.

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cherry1sblog · 8 months

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PART 2

PAIRING: Lee heeseung × fem!reader . a

GENRES:smut, fluff, bullying, alcohol,party,unprotect ed sex (rember to wrap your Willy so the out come won't be silly

WARNINGS there is bullying in this heeseung is basically a dick to y/n and nothing in this story is real!!! This is fan fiction and the way I write about heeseung is not the way I portray him as he's a person himself this is simply for entertainment only !!

SUMMARY:heeseung had always bullied you through your 3 years of Highschool but never let anyone touch you other then him and if he found out someone did that was the end of it you were basically marked as his toy that's until the summer of your junior year you had enough you were done with him always making fun of you and you hated the fact that after all he did I to you you still adored him and liked him but it dosent matter cause you wanted to leave your senior year with a banger so you were no longer your nerdy self still smart asf obvi but appearance wise different you got contacts new clothes thank god you guys didn't have a dress code and most importantly you spent all summer learning how to do your makeup..

RECAP….

y/n and sunghoon on the couch asleep "holy shit heeseung hyung is not gonna be happy" jungwon picked you up and ran with you on his back you being confused when jungwon locked his door and threw you on the bed *WHAT TH-

" jungwon covers your mouth muffling your yelling until you stoped "shut the fuck up unless you want to make heeseung hyung and sunghoon hyung hate eachother more right now " honestly you couldn't give a fuck less and if this made heeseung miserable then you had every reason not to care " why should I care on fact I actually don't mind going back ou " jungwon grabed your hand pinning you on the wall wtf is it with everyone pinning you on the wall " look I know heeseung hyung did fucked up shit and I know it's fucked up we didn't do anything but we all grow from our mistakes and plus now your like hot so please just shut the fuck up and well stay in here

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/the next day after all that//

You got home after sometime of being stuck with jungwon you were honestly so feed up with everthing at that point but being stuck with jungwon wasn’t too bad you got to knwo him actually as a person and the way he talked about heeseung made you actually see there is a diffrent side to heeseung getting lost in your thoughts you didn’t know that chu was talking to you “oh sorry chu I just have a lot on my mind rn” she looked at you with a smirk confused you looked at her “I bet you are having a lot on you mind scince you slept with Sunghoon “ afraid someone would hear you covers her mouth “chu first of all we did not sleep together second of all please don’t say that” you wind to her “okay oaky I’m sorry “ she wisperd “ but if you guys didn’t fuck what did you do “ obviously her not buying it “well I mean we actually just watched a movie “ chu was in disbelief “you telling me you spent that night at his house and didn’t fuck!” “Omg shut up chu “everyone now staring at you and her apologizing “speak of the devil” you turned around confused at chu it was heeseung jake and sunoo sunoo smiled happyily at you giving you a hug sunoo was normally like this even when people were rude to you he made really nice gestures making you at least happy one person back then didn’t totally hate you “hi y/nnieeee” avoiding heeseungs contact a bit embarrassed from What hapoend the last time you guys spoke “didn’t know you had a nickname other than doll y/n “ sunoo smacked his shoulder “cmon now hyung don’t be a dick”sunoo said defending you “what ever “ heeseung said walking away sunoo being left behind “oh btw y/n I was wondering if I could get your help with something “ nodding at him curios to what he could need your help with “I know you and heeseung aren’t best of buds but cause you help me plan his birthday par-“ you stopped him “hell no sunoo” “why not th-“ you get it that sunoos action didn’t mean to hurt you but why would you do anything to help him “please y/nnie “ sunoo made it so hard to say no “your lucky your pretty “ sunoo smiled happily “okay well I’m his party is next week and all of the boys are pitching in and I need your help with decorations “ nodding but you didn’t want heeseung to know you helped cause that would cause problems “sunoo just don’t tell heeseung I’m helping you plan this “ nodding and not questiong you “oh and chu would you mind going with Jake the day of to get drinks “ you could see chus eyes light up in mention of jake “ofc!” Sunoo thanked you guys and had left

//2 days later//

“Okay sunoo so we have all the Ballons ordered and the banners nikis and jungwon and gonna pick up the cakes Sunghoon sunoo getting all the food so we’re set “ being so tired staying up late at night to plan more things for heeseungs party even tho as much as you hated him you still put a lot of time in this for no reason you couldn’t exactly pin point why you were putting so much thought in it being worried he wouldn’t be happy with it…. anyways back to sunoo “yes everything looks perfect !” Being happy everything was set in place for Saturday “wait y/n have you chosen your outfit yet “ omg after picking out everything and setting it all up for heeseungs party you completely forgot to buy and outfit with only 1 day left before the party “oh shit” sunoo being confused “what’s wrong?omg you didn’t chose one out yet did you” you shook your head “okay well you should have some time tommorw right I can go shopping with you” you thanked that sunoo even reminded you or it would have been so bad “your a life savor sunoo ilysm “

//The next day//

Sunoo arrived at the mall but not alone he came with sunghoon you hadn’t talk scince that day so you too were a bit awkward sunghoon just standing there as sunoo ran up to hug you “sunghoon hyung are you broken” laughing a bit at what sunoo had said “what no” sunghoon being defensive you ended up greeting him by just waving as he waved back “okay!let’s go shopping “

You guys had gon into a dress store to find a dress for the party you wanted somthing simple not to much it still being a little awkward beetween you and sunghoon but you guys lightens the mood by just saying some jokes sunoo had handed you a dress scince you weren’t liking any that you chose and sunoo really had an eye for clothes showing them the white dress sunoo had chosen for you his and sunghoon mouth hanging open “y/n I think you broke sunghoon” you both started laughing as sunghoon was a bit embarrassed but you knew that this was the dress you were gonna chose

//DAY OF PARTTYYYYY//

After you and sunoo had spent all night and the morning of the party decorating at jakes house you finally had to go home and change tha fully the party was supposed to be a Suprise so you didn’t have to worry about heeseung seeing you…”hey y/n “ nudging you head at chu “what up “ she seemed like she was being held back by the question “e-even tho heeseung bullied you and none of his freinds did anything to stop him why are you still nice to them “ you yourself didn’t fully understand but as much as you say you hated heeseung you really well didn’t how could you hate him from the moment you saw him in middle school till now you could never get over his Bambi like eyes and you’ll never forget the first encounter you had with him either heeseung was super nice the first time you had met him he had accidently number into you the first day of 6th grade helping you pick up everything and apologizing but reassuring him that it was okay every year from that money on you guys always had the same class but 6th grade heeseung was much diffrent then heeseung now “I’m not really sure chu but I know that I don’t hate them and I can’t really blame the boys either at times they would tell heeseung he was doing to much or that it was enough and I thanked them for that it was never there fault “ nodding chus head understating you now and feeling simpathy for you “but chu that’s not important right now cause we’re gonna go party!”

//at the party //

Beomgyu had driven all of you to the party you walked in thrue the door and you were so proud of the decorations and that everyone loved them “holy shit y/n “ beomgyu said “I need you to be my party planner cause damn “ giggling you made your way to find the rest of the boys leaving you freind for a bit instead you ran into heeseung you rolled your eyes as he starred at you “cmon doll you can’t be rude to the birthday boy “ he walked closer to you “what ever happy birthday tho ig “ he just nodded surprised you said happy birthday to him at all jake and sunoo seeing you and going up to you and heeseung “y/nnieee!!” You hugged sunoo and Jake “do want a drink y/n? Chu got a pack of beer that you like” you nodded pushing thrue the crowed to go get a drink getting déjà vu as you saw sunghoon agian in the same place as last time “oh hey y/n” Sunghoon seeming a bit tipsy already “hey hoon are you drunk?” He shook his head “no not drunk but what ever you do do not drink jays punch” “noted” you said as you guys laughed he passed you a beer as “are you enjoying the party so far” he asked you saying it to you ear as the music was too loud nodding to him “do you wanna go dance?” You asked him being a flustered but agreeing as you two were dancing you had made eye contact with heeseung but he didn’t look away you were in a trans you didn’t even realize sunghoon was talking to you till you felt him pat hour back “hey are you okay?” He asked a bit concerned “yeah I’m good “you said as you look back to heeseungs spot as he smirked and left with a girl sunghoon noticed and looked in the same direction “don’t worry about heeseung “ he told you “I’m not dont worry” you saw him smile as you to continued dancing

//later in the party//

You saw heeseung with a girl making out you were staring so hard you were sure they’d be able to feel u you “yo y/n “Jake was talking to you now “you seem a bit to munch into heeseung making out with other girls “slaping jake for making that remark as he laughed “shut up Jake “ you rolled your eyes beomgyu laughing at his joke “ you two are so immature “ soobin added “I can’t belive you choosing sides “ “Jake hee not choosing sides he just has a brain” now you were laughing but still going back to heeseung every now n then but this time was different heeseung made eye contact with you and you had gotten flustered going outside on the balcony for some fresh air you were two into you thoughts you didn’t know heeseung standing behind you “you know y/n if you wanted to keep watching you should have tooken a picture “ being scared as he talked in you ear grabbing you wait being flustered at his comment and his gestures “what’s wrong doll you always have so much to say “ you turned around just to be caged into him “heeseung go away “ he tilted his head “why you don’t like this “ he came close to you neck sucking on your skin moving your neck to let him have more access but you knew it was wrong “no I’m not gonna be one of your quick fuckes “ you said as you pushed him back you could tell he was a bit drunk “why cause I’m not sunghoon? Are you now to good for anyone” you were a bit confused on why that even mattered “yk what heeseung you seem a bit drunk so I’m just gonna g-“ he grabed your arm and tugged you back the drink he had placed before down before he had it in his other hand but it got on your dress he himself was a bit upset he had gotten it on you dress and by now you were furios “why do you hate me so much! What have I ever done to you for you to hate me you can’t just fuck with my feelings heeseung” he was taken aback by your question “yk heeseung Even after all the times you hurt me I never hated you but you always hated me and still do I don’t know what I did but I don’t think I even deserve this “ tears coming in your eyes now he could see them even tho it was dark he get bad now “y/n I-“ “no heeseung save it I’m done with you bull shit have a nice night happy fucking birthday lee” and with that you stumbled and ran out the door realizing soobin was the one who had driven you so you had to walk home now.

//back in the party //

Part three will be out quickly I just couldn’t write on this page anymore for some reason tha my oh for waiting !!

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sapphos-ode · 10 months

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Little Cat

Part 9

Larissa Weems part 8 | part 10 | ao3

As promised, here’s the first part of the Harvest Festival! Enjoy <3 I didn’t write this in one sitting last night instead of getting sleep so it’s a little jumpy, soz

TW: there is a panic attack and I do describe it so please be careful if that would trigger you or if you’re sensitive to it. Please take care of yourself x

The last two days of the school week sees you feeling a little low - but you do a good job at hiding it, enough for your students and colleagues not to notice. The cause isn't anything that's happened in your life, more so the happenings of other peoples’. Although the facade works on most people, Alice sees through it and like any good friend she’s waltzed into your quarters unannounced. You pay her no mind, not taking your eyes off of the tv - today you had settled on an old Disney Princess classic, ‘Snow White and the Seven Dwarves’ to be specific. You’re also halfway through a tub of ice cream, no bowl in sight, just the carton and a trusty teaspoon.

“It’s time for a therapy sesh! Turn that shit off,” Alice declares as she lets the door slam behind her.

You acquiesce and mute the film. She makes a beeline for your cutlery drawer grabbing a dessert spoon before jumping onto the couch next to you, worming her way under the blanket with you.

“Get that big ass spoon away from me and my ice cream,” you growl, giving her a healthy amount of side eye even though you allow her to dig into the ice cream with you.

“There’s nothing wrong with my spoon,”

You let out a half hearted chuckle before resting your head on her shoulder.

“I’m alright. Just soaked in too many emotions this week is all,”

“That’s good to hear but still, talk,”

You glance up at her, an appreciative look in your eyes. You had done a Bachelors with honours in English literature at university alongside a PGDE allowing you to go straight into teaching after graduating. You’re not sure how you secured the post at Nevermore but you did and it was the best thing to happen to you. Your friendship with Alice was a lifeline you didn’t realise you needed, she was only a year your senior but that llittle bit more life experience she had was invaluable. The friendship wasn’t one sided however. You helped her just as much as she helped you. She was less intune with her emotions than you, and when she struggled to name what she was feeling you'd be there to help her figure it out - there were perks to being an empath.

You take a deep inhale, “There’s not much to talk about, a few students are feeling… down, depressed, you name it, and I’ve kinda just absorbed it all,” you poke at the ice cream with your spoon, “also it reminded me of my mum, she was very against me moving here. She wanted me to teach at a local highschool in my hometown.”

You look up at Alice and she nods, silently telling you to continue on.

“I was really excited when I was invited to interview here, and then to actually hear back and be told I was offered the job? Couldn’t have been happier… but when I told my mum she just felt nothing. Bit of a bummer right? Anger would’ve been better than her apathy.” You let out a hollow bark of a laugh, “She could have at least pretended to be happy about it, think that’s why I’m feeling more down than usual,”

Alice nods along to your words, stealing another spoonful of ice cream before speaking, “She’ll come round to it, she’ll just be anxious about you being so far away, you are from Cali after all,”

“True, I have quite literally moved to the other side of the country, but I went to uni a few states over, and she wasn’t like that…” you pause for a moment, “it’s whatever though, besides, I’m going to the Harvest Festival with Larissa tomorrow. Oh!!! I forgot to tell you! I’m so sor- Owww!”

You tear yourself away from her to nurse your arm from where Alice had slapped you. With a mouth full of ice cream she had resorted to giving you a dirty glare.

“I’m sorry!” you whined, “I meant to tell you… promise,” you fall back onto her shoulder.

“I’ll forgive you if you tell me the details, did you ask her?”

“No, she asked me, she was so nervous it was adorable,”

“Y’know, for how much you fawn over her for her confidence and stuff, you call her cute quite a lot, I wouldn’t use that word to describe her, personally.”

“But she is, what would you say instead then?”

“Hot.”

“That’s so true,”

“I think there’s two Principal Weems though, you always talk about this woman who’s so… so Bambi like around you!”

“She hardly talked to me until like recently,”

“Really? She scares me to be honest, she’s so sure of herself and she knows she’s got everyone at her beck and call,”

“Exactly why she’s so hot! But seriously, she only ever talked to me about work, and even then she always kept it super short, like even for a professional conversation…”

“I think she likes you, that’s the only explanation. Why else would someone not talk to you then suddenly act all docile?”

“You’re more delusional than I am,” you scoff.

You turn the volume up a little to ease the quiet. The pair of you watch the movie, making good progress on the ice cream. You have another tub in the freezer which you know you’ll have to bring out eventually.

“I only really feel more negative emotions from people, but when Larissa asked me to the festival… I don’t know what I felt from her, but it was like a warm emotion? The closest I could describe it as is love but that would be so out of context for the situation.” you speak over the twelve dwarve’s song from when they’re digging around the mine.

“You do feel happier emotions though, right?”

“Yeah, but usually only when they’re really strong.”

“Hmm, that is odd.”

“Yeah, just remembered that the now,” you leave the conversation at that. Not having the energy to dissect what it could mean.

It was well into the night, you and Alice had watched several movies, and now you were watching ‘The Notebook’. You sniffle a little as a few tears drop onto Alice’s t-shirt.

“Are you crying?”

“No!”

Alice ended up staying over at yours, as you talk about your deepest fears, it reminds you of the sleepovers you’d have as a teenager. When you were spilling your soul out to people you thought would never leave your life.

You’re thankful for Alice not leaving you with your own thoughts.

You stand at your floor length mirror, scrutinising your outfit, you had spent the day organising lessons for the following week and before you knew it, it was time to leave for the Harvest Festival. You finally decide that your clothes would do before tossing on a jacket and scarf, it was getting so cold these days.

“Why did I fuss so much? Don’t even see them under this coat,” you mutter before grabbing your keys and heading to Larissa’s office.

You’re a little early to meet Larissa but you were restless, you hadn’t seen her since she had so clumsily asked you to join her, apart from organising times. You knock on the door and wait for her to call you in, her saccharine voice is heard clearly even through the heavy doors. That woman’s power would be the end of you.

“Hey, you ready?,” you say as you poke your head through the threshold before fully entering the room.

You hadn’t really been in Larissa’s office much, the first few weeks she had called you in every now and then to make sure you were settling in okay. The room was overwhelming, as was most of Nevermore. The ceiling was outrageously high, and Larissa always had that fireplace roaring with flames. The room was cast in a darker light but still illuminated enough that you weren’t squinting to see. You look around in awe, taking in the taxidermies bear, and the mirrors on the ceilings. Odd placement but you think nothing of it. Eventually your sights are turned to Larissa, framed by the rich red velvet curtains and grand window. She sat at her desk, laptop open, a heart meltingly tender smile on her lips as she looked at you through her lashes, head downturned just a touch.

“Never been more ready,” she purrs as she rounds her desk and grabs her coat before sauntering over to you. Her eyes never leaving you.

She stops very close to you, so close you can smell her perfume, it was the same earthy citrus scent from last week. And just like it had back then, it had your head spinning.

“I’ll spare you and let you drive this time,”

“You’re too kind to me,” she humours you.

You shake your head at her before placing a hand on the small of her back and usher her to the door. Larissa’s heart flutters at the action.

With childlike wonder you soak in the carnival, you loved them and hadn’t had many chances to go to them when you were younger. As you stand in awe at the entrance, flocks of people walking around you, Larissa is too busy looking at you with the same amazement. Studying your profile and committing it to memory, she notices a faint white scar on the corner of your jaw and she wants to know how you got it.

“Shall we?” An angelic voice cuts you free from your thoughts as you look to Larissa.

A little embarrassed at yourself you nod before you feel your stomach cry out. Your cheeks redden as you smile at her apologetically.

“Can we get food first?”

You watch Larissa eat, her eyes closed as she relishes the first bite. You can’t help but stare at her, she was so adorable and this felt very domestic.

“You know, I never thought you’d be the kind to enjoy a greasy burger,”

Larissa pauses mid chew, eyes a little wide in confusion. Her cheeks puffed out like a hamster.

“You just seem like you have a fancy palate, you know, like you enjoy those niche foods that are so exclusive and coveted but actually taste like ass,” you continue, leaning your chin on one hand. The other fiddling with the edge of the table as you pick at the worn down wood that was fraying with age.

Larissa swallows her mouthful slowly before speaking, “And what exactly does that mean?”

“Nothing, just one of my observations,” your tone is lighthearted.

“Just one of?” Larissa is intrigued now.

“Mhmm,” you don’t elaborate further as you tuck into your own burger.

Your eyes blow wide as you stare her down. This was a good burger, she was right. As you had perused the food stalls Larissa had talked your ear off about this particular vendor, raving on and on about how she waited for each Festival for it. She gave you a smug smile.

With a loud thwack you finally land the third arrow into the bullseye, turns out you were a natural at archery despite never having touched a bow and arrow before now. Well, that may be an exaggeration, this was your fourth attempt at the stall, with Larissa encouraging you from a safe distance behind. Your competitive streak and ego not allowing you to give up until you had won the game. You also had a certain blonde woman to impress. Stakes were high.

You were beaming with joy as you whispered to the man, pointing out what prize you wanted. As he goes to pull it down for you, you look over your shoulder to see Larissa talking to one of the art teachers who had been passing by. With her distracted you were able to thank the man and hide the stuffed toy behind your back. You wait patiently by her side for the conversation to finish.

“Pray tell what your trophy is,” she turns to you, with a proud look in her eyes. Your heart swells and you want her to look at you like that more often.

“More yours than it is mine.” You procure a white stuffed cat and hold it out to her. It’s of a larger size.

The Principal smiles in disbelief as she takes it from your hands, “For me?”

“Why else do you think I kept at that rigged game for so long!” You llink your arm in hers as you wander off into the crowds. Larissa allows herself to be led along as she studies the plush, it was eerily similar to her form as a cat. A horrible feeling forms in her stomach, did you know? Surely not? She decides it's just a coincidence and tucks it into her other arm, allowing herself to feel flattered you had given her a gift. She’d cherish it.

“Have you- ”

“There’s Principal Weems!” Just as you’re about to ask Larissa something, Marilyn has called over, with Alice in tow. She’s waving over at you from another stall.

You and Larissa stop as the duo walks over.

“Perfect!” Marilyn says as she notices you with the Principal, she must not have seen you over all the people. “I finally found someone willing to go through the haunted house with me, but the carts seat four people and I don’t fancy screaming with strangers, and, well, there’s two of you! Come on! The queues not long,” The botany teacher doesn't give you room to argue before she's pulling you, and Larissa who’s still got her arm linked with yours.

You look at Alice who just shrugs, seemingly unbothered by everything, then you look up at Larissa who's started to converse with Marilyn.

You squeeze your eyes shut and take a few controlled breaths.

The redhead was right, the queue moved quickly, too quickly. Before you can protest, you’re shoved into the seat with Larissa. You just sit stock still as she comments about how they’ve really outdone themselves with the models this year. You don’t really register what she's saying.Faintly you can hear Alice and Marilyn talking about their favourite rides.

With a juddering move, the cart starts to advance as it takes you through a cheap black curtain. Your hands are clammy and you're visibly trembling in your seat. You’re shrouded in darkness before a light flashes on to reveal an unnervingly realistic skeleton drop from the ceiling right next to you. You can’t conceal the scream as you jerk away from it, bumping into Larissa. Her hands find purchase on your hips as she steadies you, chuckling at you. The skeleton bounces up and down on its elastic string as if it's mocking you. No one else screamed and now you feel oh so silly.

Larissa moves a hand up to your shoulder and it has the opposite effect than she had intended, You shoot away from her, yelling again.

“Babes, save your energy, rides just started,” Alice laughs.

You look at her weakly before you settle back down.

For the first minute or so you manage to contain yourself but the ride ups the ante and it's an onslaught of jumpscares and horrifyingly accurate props paired with the most wretched heart stopping music.

What takes the cake is when the models begin to interact, a mummified hand snaps out from the side to grab onto Marilyn’s shoulder, to which she laughs. She laughs.

It becomes too much, as more and more horror elements start leering into you, you begin to feel a horrible tightness in your chest, phantom hands clawing at your neck, wrapping around slowly. The music is too loud, the dim lighting is somehow too bright and you can hear everyone's breathing. Your clothes seem to be scratching against your skin despite feeling absolutely fine moments ago. A witch’s cackle sounds as cheap sparks are set off all around you. You flinch. Then a fog machine is set into motion, obscuring your sight as steam hisses. The world begins to rock as a cold sweat prickles all over your body.

With a sickening suddenness a grotesque, hyper-realistic cadaver drops down just ahead. A mechanic whirring is heard. It launches towards the cart. Hitting the front before it rises. You shriek in pure unadulterated terror, tearing up your throat as you launch yourself into Larissa’s lap, hiding your face with her shoulder. Your body trembles as she instinctively wraps her arms around you. Your breathing is erratic and she can even feel your heart thrashing against her chest. Your grip on her jacket is iron tight, your knuckles white. You feel stiff and unresponsive to the soothing circles she's rubbing against your back.

A series of plastic spiders suspended on string descend down, drawing the cart and brushing against everyone. Faintly you hear Marilyn and Alice giggle at it. But you tense, and the sensation of the spikey legs sets you over the edge. You press yourself even further into Larissa, as you choke back sobs. Over the music, they can't be heard, but Larissa can feel you jerk with each cry that forces itself out of you.

At this point Alice has caught on, she leans forward and looks between you and Larissa, a pointed look of concern on her face. But Larissa just quietly tells her she has it under control and for Alice to just enjoy the remainder of the ride.

Another cheap shock value scare, and just the noise has you screeching and curling into yourself more.

“Atikah?” She whispers softly into your ear, one hand stroking through your hair, her other arm now wrapped firmly around your waist. But it does little in grounding you.

You only whimper in response.

She feels guilty for not realising you were genuinely terrified.

After what feels like an eternity you finally break through another black curtain back into the outside world. The cart stops with a few groans, Alice and Marilyn watch you as Larissa tries to coax you off of her.

“Atikah, it’s over now,”

You move back marginally, letting the noises of the other rides filter back in, it still sounds overwhelming but the eerie music is no longer present.

Larissa eyes the other two, both varying degrees of worried, before leaning in close so she can't be heard, “You’re safe now, I promise,” her warm breath ghosts over your ear.

You take a shuddering breath and extricate yourself from Larissa’s lap, keeping your head down so your hair covers your face. The blonde still keeps a hand on your back as she watches you try calm yourself down with great effort.

Wordlessly you leave the cart and walk off to the side just out of view.

The remaining trio all exchange glances, and Alice is the first to leave, hopping over Marilyn. The other two hot on her heels.

By the time Alice had reached you, you had found a picnic bench and sat staring into the neighbouring forest, counting in your head as you took measured breaths. The tingling feeling in your hands had started to subside but you still shake.

“Hey,”

You don’t tear your gaze away from the trees. Barely registering Alice sitting next to you.

“What happened back there?” She noticed your eyes looking a little red and raw.

Your voice is weak and hoarse as you muster up the strength to speak, “Just, got too much in there, I think,”

Before Alice can reply Marilyn is heard from not too far away, “I’m so sorry Miss. Karnstein! I didn’t know- ”

“It’s fine.” You take a deep breath and wipe the dried tears off of your face, “I’m sorry for ruining it,” you laugh halfheartedly. Giving her a smile, or as much of a smile as you can.

“Don’t be ridiculous, are you okay now?” The English accent that graces your ears helps greatly as you finally begin to feel human again.

You nod slowly, still not making eye contact. It’s one catastrophe after another for you, now that you’ve regained yourself, you’re embarrassed.

“It was fun- ” you start.

“Bitch not for you,”

Alice shirks away at the look the Principal sends her.

You laugh, it's an airy laugh but it’s genuine and it dispels the tension, soon Marilyn’s joining you.

Alice hugs you tight, “I think Principal Weems has got it from here, we’ll leave you be,”

“Yeah, we’ll get out of your hair, enjoy the rest of your date,” Marilyn chirps before heading into the crowd, dragging Alice with her but not before she can send a shit eating grin your way.

You and Larissa are left in shock, both of your faces a delicious red, a charged silence between you. Neither of you look at eachother.

“Our what?” Larissa mutters into the air, head reeling at Marilyn’s cast away comment.

You don't respond immediately. Both of you had heard the botany teacher loud and clear.

“Is it… is it okay if we just sit here a little longer?” you ask meekly, peering up at her.

“We can stay here as long as you need, darling,” Larissa takes a seat next to you.

“Thank you.” You rest your head on her shoulder.

You’re not sure how long you sit with the blonde, at some point her arm has found its way around your body again. Another tether helping you banish the last of the nerves. She’s busy admiring the stars. As best she can with the light pollution. To you, the stars have nothing against Larissa.

Fireworks bloom in the sky, you can see their reflection in Larissa’s eyes. In that moment you sit up and press a kiss to the very corner of Larissa’s mouth.

AN - I have never cried at a film… I’ve almost cried. But I did cry at the notebook when I watched it aged 15. Also sorry for the downer in this chapter, but I thought it’d be fun to have our dear reader cling to Larissa 🤭

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IT TAKES TWO

PAIRING: nishimura riki x fem!reader

SUMMARY: you've always despised nishimura riki. ever since he decided to jump onto the next girl when you broke up with him. your love for him lingered and you missed him. however, you knew he didn't like you anymore. or maybe he still did?

WARNINGS: this decently angsty and honestly idk what I even wrote. cursing and tons of them! very childish fighting between ni-ki and you. my brain can't comprehend wtf i wrote. kissing! idk if that's a warning.

WORD COUNT: 4.8K words

taglist[perm]: @ja4hyvn @ahnneyong @milklix @kar0ki @sugarsunoo

a/n: okay I lied. this has been in my drafts since 2022 but like still it’s been a year😀oh i didn't exactly proofread this. i did check the grammar a little whilst trying to write but it's not fully proofread.

you pushed yourself off the ground, breathing heavily and sweating profusely. the mirrors were fogging up, a true sign of hard work had been done.

“great job (name). that would be all for today.” heeseung, a senior of the dance club, says. you smiled at him.

“thank you sunbae.” heeseung chuckles.

“you don’t have to call me sunbae (name)-ah. we can speak casually, of course i’m still older than you so you have to use a little formality.” you shyly looked away.

“o-oh alright heeseung sunba-i mean heeseung oppa.”

“better.” he ruffles your hair.

“hey hyung, are you done with her? jay hyung has been looking for you.” ni-ki says.

you gave him a hard glare. now, you may ask who was this ni-ki guy. well he was nishimura riki, a classmate of yours.

heeseung nods and he sends a small smile to you before leaving the place. ni-ki rolls his eyes.

“you do realise heeseung hyung has a girlfriend right?”

“yeah.” you in fact did not hence you formed a painfully obvious crush on him. “why do you care anyways?” you growled at ni-ki.

“jeez calm down tiger, I just noticed how you always try too hard to get heeseung hyung to notice you. it’s clear he has already set boundaries between you and him. he sees you as his little sister.”

“shut the fuck up.” ni-ki smirks.

“and what if I don’t, lee?”

“well nishimura, both you and I know this wouldn’t end nicely so I suggest you shut the fuck up before I make you.” you stare at him hard.

“think I’m afraid of you Lee? just cause your brother is Lee Minho? captain of the dance club? your dear brother loves me (name)-ie.”

you gave ni-ki the finger and left with your things.

ah the dynamic between you and the boy. the tension was too high, even your brother thought so.

“that’s where you are, what took you so long.” minho whines.

“save that whining for jisung. ah wait, forgot you are probably stuffing your tongue down his throat instead.”

“yahhh what’s with the uptight behaviour?”

“you know why Minho.”

“you and riki kid again? oh lord, you two are like cats and water. enemies.”

“you’re just saying that because soongie wouldn’t get in the bath water.”

“SHE WAS CLAWING ON ME AND THAT SHIT HURT.”

“cut her nails then.”

“what? no! she has to use those nails to attack anyone I hate. I’m training her, she’s our fiesty lion.”

“and how is training going?” you looked over at Minho.

“not well…”

“there’s your answer, let her live. she probably already hates you more than ever.”

“SHE DOESNT. YOU’RE JUST UPSET RIKI HASN'T KISS YOU YET!”

“now why would I want that demon child to kiss me?”

“the tension (name), do you not feel it?”

“no mr.krabs, I am not feeling it. the only tension I’m feeling is our hatred for each other.”

“yeah but that tension can be something more…like sexual tension.” you gave your big brother a smack on the head.

“we are 17, Lee Minho. get your mind out of the fucking gutter. moreover, I would never kiss someone like nishimura.”

“oh you two go by first name basis, watch him call you Mrs.Nishimura.”

“in your dreams.”

“BABEEE!!!” jisung clings onto Minho’s arms. minho leaves a cute little peck on the boy’s lips.

“ugh you two are disgusting.” you grumbled.

“hyungie, think we should find a boyfriend for (name)? she’s kinda extra spicy today.” jisung says.

“ay fuck you, you’re lucky you’re my brother’s boyfriend or else I would have roundhouse your ass a long time ago.”

“hyungie, she scares me.” jisung hides behind minho.

“(name), please don’t scare jisung. Oh and sungie, she just finished an argument with riki and she’s tired from dance practice. just let her live okay?”

“but she needs to release her tension.”

“you and everyone else are the same. I already told you that me and nishimura do not have any sort of tension besides the hatred we have for each other!”

“then if you don't, why don’t you go out and find a boyfriend? I bet you’d be a hundred percent way more happier.” jisung says.

“I would’ve had a boyfriend if I wasn’t a coward and confessed to heeseung sunbae and if he didn’t have a girlfriend!” you yelled. you froze after saying so.

“you like heeseung?” your brother says.

“minho, please don’t tell him. it’s no use of telling him if he already has a girlfriend.”

“he doesn’t have a girlfriend the last time I checked?” jisung says.

“what?”

“who told you that?” jisung asks.

“ni-ki.”

both minho and jisung shared a knowing look.

“(name), have you ever thought riki might have a crush on you? hence he said heeseung had a girlfriend?”

“what? why would he like me when he fucking hates my guts.”

“look (name), both you and riki are really dense and we hate it. we can tell the both of you like each other.” jisung says.

“you’re talking fucking nonsense, jisung.”

“(name).” minho looks at you.

“just drive me home and then you can go on your little date with jisung.” you shut your brother down. Minho sighs.

“alright, you’re okay with being alone at home with the cats right? mom and dad won’t be home early tonight.”

“are they ever home early?” minho wanted to answer but he couldn’t because it was true, when were they ever home.

he drives you home and drops you off. he rolls down the window.

“how about you order something if you’re hungry or-”

“i’m not going to the nishimura’s.”

“mrs.nishimura is usually home so if you want some home cooked food. I suggest going over.”

“yeah yeah. have fun on your date you two.” you rolled your eyes.

“(name), don’t do anything okay?” minho says.

“like what? have sex? that’s what you two are gonna do.”

“we aren’t-(name)!” jisung blushes.

“just get in the house, dork.” minho says.

“yes, my dear brother.” you bowed and went to open the door.

you entered your home and were instantly swarmed with Minho’s cats.

“doongie, dori where is your sister?” you asked the two cats. dori meows and walks, seems like it was trying to lead you somewhere.

you followed the cat and well you found someone in the backyard petting soongie.

“nishimura riki.” you mumbled under your breath. you watched him smile and pet the tabby cat. it rubs itself on the boy happily, tail curling in happiness.

why did he look so cute? wait-

the boy senses a presence looking at him and as such, he looks up. you stay frozen in your spot. he stands up and opens your back door.

“had fun staring (name).” ni-ki smirks.

“fuck off.”

“how cute, got you all flustered huh.” he teases.

“very funny. why would you get me flustered, nishimura.” you rolled your eyes.

“well, lee. if a good looking guy like me enters someone’s home and they are alone…why wouldn’t any girl get flustered?”

“that just makes you a pervert.” you bite back. ni-ki scoffs.

“fair enough. anyways, I’m here cause my mom told me to call you and your brother over but seeing as to how he left with his boyfriend…you’re home alone.”

“I can handle being home alone myself. I’m not a baby.”

“you wouldn’t be saying that when you were 13.” you gave the boy a sharp glare.

“I told you to not talk about when we were 13. also, can you stop bringing up the past? the past where you hurt me?”

“when did I ever hurt you?” ni-ki says.

“when we fucking broke up.”

“we were young, we both made mistakes. there is nothing for you to dwell over the past we had.” ni-ki rolls his eyes.

“you’re right. I shouldn’t dwell over it but I can’t stop these feelings.” a tear falls. “get out. you’ve already hurt me enough and you’ve lied to me a lot. there is no point of us seeing each other anymore.”

[flashback, 4 years ago]

both you and ni-ki were young and very much in love. no one knew you two dated, everyone only assumed you two were best friends. not even your family or his. which was weird considering the amount of time you two spent together, guess no one really cared.

he was popular with everyone and you were decently acquainted with everyone. there were tons of sneaky dates at the library and maybe cute little pecks here and there. they were innocent of course. that’s how your love was, an innocent puppy love.

but you wanted something more…serious. you sincerely loved ni-ki. you wanted it to continue in the future years and you even thought about marrying him. you were too in love with him. however, ni-ki just wanted something casual. he was too immature and young to think about getting in a serious relationship.

so he has never admitted he loved you. yeah, he confessed but he hasn’t said ‘I love you’. one day, you had confronted him.

“I love you, ni-ki.” you say.

the boy sits there stunned.

“love? don’t normally people who are in a serious relationship say that?” he questions.

“are we not in a serious relationship?” you asked. the boy laughs.

“why would we be? we are young. I still haven’t grown a beard!”

“so you don’t love me?”

“I like you but that doesn’t mean I realise that I want to truly like you with my full heart.”

“oh.”

“I still have many other girls after me, you don’t have to be the only girl I like. besides, we are also best friends. it’s kinda weird still.” he says.

“let’s break up.” you say not looking up at ni-ki.

“okay.” you looked up at him. how could he so casually say that? “i’ve been meaning to start dating aria from our class anyways. think I should ask her out now?”

no remorse whatsoever. that’s when your hatred grew for him.

“go ahead and fucking date her. I’m not your girlfriend anymore and neither am I your best friend anymore.” you threw the necklace. the necklace signified your friendship of 3 years. it was a matching one with ni-ki’s but since you two were officially not friends anymore you gave it back to him.

“what? we can still be friends (name).”

“not with someone who broke my heart.” you say. you cried on the way home. that night, minho had comforted you despite not knowing what happened.

he vowed to hurt the person who hurt you but up till now…he didn’t know it was ni-ki. the person he trusted the most.

[present time]

ni-ki knows you were crying. he remembers the day you had broken up with him. he was stupid he knows. which was why…he vowed to get you back and never let you go again.

but he can’t. he doesn’t know how to. the only thing he was good at was breaking your heart. he was bad at love and he was also afraid. which was why he couldn’t bring himself to hold you close.

he leaves your home. never to come back even though he really wanted to.

the boy enters his home, his mother eyeing his slumped shoulders.

“what happened? why isn’t (name) with you? she’s supposed to have dinner with us. also where is minho?”

“she’s not going to come. minho hyung is out with his boyfriend.”

“what do you mean she’s not coming. it’s dangerous for her to be alone in the house. go watch over her.”

“mom, she’s turning 17 and she’s pretty much independent. I don’t need to watch her.” ni-ki huffs.

“did you two have a fight? riki, sweetie you need to be less assertive. (name) is a sweet girl, you need to be gentle with her.”

“mom, can I please just get to my room?” Mrs.Nishimura sighs.

“fine, I'll just go over then. dinner is on the dining table, have some before you go playing your video games all night as per usual.” ni-ki hums. his mother going over to your home.

you hear a small knock at your door and went to open it. Mrs.Nishimura pulls you into a hug.

“did ni-ki hurt you again (name)? if so, I’m so sorry for my son’s behaviour. I have no idea why he is like this when the both of you were so close in the past.”

she quickly checks up on your face. it was obvious you had just finished crying, she sighs.

“I am so sorry this happened (name).”

“it’s fine Mrs.Nishimura.”

“no, it’s not. he is my son. you two were friends and out of nowhere you two just stopped being friends. I should have prevented it, I should have seen it coming.”

“it’s not your fault Mrs.Nishimura. it was ours, we-” should you really tell her? both you and Mrs.Nishimura were really close. even back then when you were younger.

“what happened sweetheart?”

“we used to date.” Mrs.Nishimura gasps.

“oh my, what did my son do to you?” she asks.

“we were too young, we didn’t know about love. well, mostly ni-ki. I wanted it to be sort of serious but ni-ki didn’t. he said something along the lines of me not being the only one he might fall in love with and there was no guarantee that he might still like me. I broke up with him and he was okay with it. I-” you start to choke up, “I love him.”

this stunned Mrs.Nishimura. she never thought this would happen. she knew it was hard for you and how much you’ve gone through with the heartbreak. she holds you close as you cried on her shoulder.

“oh sweetheart, I’m so sorry this happened to you. I didn’t know you two were once lovers. while I’m happy that you two did date, whatever my son did is not right.” she says to comfort you.

once you’ve calmed down, she caresses your cheek.

“how about you have dinner okay? it will make you feel better and if you’d like, we can chat some more and talk about what happened.”

“thank you, Mrs.Nishimura.”

“oh sweetheart, you can call me aunty. only if you’re comfortable of course.”

“thank you aunty.” she smiles before pointing to the thermal bag.

“go eat sweetie, I need to run back to my house to give my son a big scolding.” she says before she steps away. you held onto her wrist and she turns back to you.

“aunty, can you please not tell him? I don’t want him to find out that you know about our past relationship.”

“of course, sweetheart. in that case, I’ll just grab something for you instead. a sweet treat or something.” she smiles at you before she leaves.

you sighed. at least you didn’t have to lie to Mrs.Nishimura about why you and ni-ki fell out of the close bond.

the next day, you were walking to your class when ni-ki pulls you somewhere secluded. well not so secluded, it was just an empty classroom. the moment he stopped, you pulled your hands away from him, giving him the scariest glare you could do.

“what do you want?”

“my mom.”

did Mrs.Nishimura tell him?

“she knows about us.” ah so she did.

“and what about it? what we had was in the past, why do you care if she knows?”

“because she’s my mom (name). she was never supposed to find out about us.”

“you’ve always wanted to keep us a secret. have you ever thought about telling her or your dad eventually?”

“never.” ni-ki says

“oh wow, how selfish of you. i can't believe you. this is why we broke up. you never thought of being in a serious relationship with me, you never wanted to show me off and you wanted me to be a secret. I never wanted to be your sneaky link.”

“who said you were my sneaky link? (name), I liked you.”

“oh really? remember all those dates we had? hidden, kept away, that’s all i was. then with what you said after we broke up? you wanted to date another girl after I literally just ended the relationship. do you ever have remorse? was I ever someone important to you?”

“of course (name). you have always been the most important to me.”

“cut with the bullshit, riki. If you had ever liked me, you should have stopped me from breaking up with you but you didn’t. you left me to cry for days, get sick and made me hate myself for so long. do you know how hurt i was? i genuinely thought i’d die from crying so much. and why? because i loved you. that’s how much i liked your stupid ass and now i’ve sort of moved on from you, you stop me from getting the happiness i deserve? why are you toying with my feelings?”

by now, tears were already flowing across your cheeks. the silence was deafening and you just wanted to leave, and so you tried to but not without ni-ki pulling on your wrist and pulling you into a hug. you don’t even register he was hugging you until you feel your shoulders getting wet. ni-ki was crying, he let his walls down.

“i’m so fucking sorry.” ni-ki whispers. you tried to push him away but he only holds onto you tighter. “please, don’t leave me.” he whispers again.

you stood there frozen, you let ni-ki cry on your shoulders. you were already late to class so a few more minutes with ni-ki wouldn’t hurt or it possibly could. you feel small pecks on your neck, something ni-ki did in the past while he was cuddling with you. he freezes and lets you go.

“i-i’m sorry. i shouldn’t have overstepped your boundaries. we aren’t dating anymore and you have feelings for someone else now. i should respect that. i should go.” ni-ki leaves the room.

your heart still longed for him no matter if he hurt you multiple times, you wanted him to be selfish for once and realise that he is worthy of you.

“nishimura riki, you have once again hurt me.” you couldn’t cry anymore even if you wanted to, you just went to class.

after school, you went to the dance studio. heeseung obviously knows you weren’t okay so he stops you from continuing the routine.

“hey, are you okay?”

“yeah, i’m fine.”

“(name). you know you can always trust me.” you breathed in.

“heeseung oppa, i like you.” heeseung’s eyes widened.

“oh, (name). umm, i’m sorry but i don’t see you like that.” he says trying to let you down in the most gentle way possible. you felt like crying and not because of heeseung but because of ni-ki. a tear slips out and heeseung panics.

“h-hey, i’m sorry. you don’t have to cry.” he wipes the tears falling. you laughed while trying to wipe the falling tears.

“it’s okay, i’m not crying because of the rejection.”

“oh, then what’s wrong?”

“ni-ki.” you say. heeseung tilts his head, you told him what happened. he was a little shocked to find out the reason why you two were enemies in the first place.

“(name), i think you should be upfront with him. tell him how you really feel, how much you still like him. ni-ki hasn’t dated anyone else and we have been wondering why. he never talks about why so we thought something happened, we never thought you were the reason why.”

“you make me sound so evil.”

“(name), you know that’s not what i mean.” heeseung huffs. you giggled.

“i know.” you hear the door crack open and followed by a slap on the arm and complaints. heeseung facepalms.

“boys.” heeseung says. they pile out. “how long have you been standing there for?”

“since (name) confessed to you.” jake says. sunghoon slaps the boy’s arm.

“curse you for being painfully truthful.” sunghoon whines.

jake shrugs, “well, i am not going to just lie about it.”

“we were eavesdropping, that’s equally as bad as lying.” jay says. jake pouts.

“well all of you know why me and ni-ki hate each other. even you minho.” you say. minho walks out from behind sunghoon, awkwardly laughing.

“sorry, (name). anyways, doesn’t that mean the reason why you cried so much when you were thirteen-”

“was because ni-ki and i broke up. yes, that’s why i cried so much.”

“oh my baby sister.” minho goes to hug you and you pushed him away. “I’m so sorry your heart got broken by a pubescent 13 year old boy.” you smacked his arm.

“god why did i have to have you as my brother.” you groaned.

“you love me (name).” minho says.

“yeah, unfortunately.” minho huffs at your words.

“okay so how are we going to get ni-ki to confess to you again.” jake says.

“jake there is no point. that boy is stubborn.” you say.

“you’re right, you should date me instead.” sunghoon says.

“dude, now is not the time to say this!” jay says.

“I was kidding. I mean, i’m park sunghoon. i’m sure, anyone would love to date me.” minho high-fives sunghoon.

“that’s my fav boy.” he says. you scoffed.

“let’s just drop this.” you grabbed your things and left the studio. minho runs after you.

“(name). come on, you have a whole team who are more than prepared to give you that cute high school relationship!”

“minho, i already said to drop it. I really don’t want to go through this whole problem over a boy who doesn’t like me.”

“are you sure he doesn’t like you, (name)?”

at minho’s words, your mind replays what happened earlier in the classroom.

“don’t leave me, please.”

ni-ki cried. he was never one to show his feelings. that was his most vulnerable state that you’ve seen him in.

“yes, he doesn’t like me.” you say. you weren’t sure yourself.

“you’re denying it. i can see it in your eyes. you know something that we don’t.”

“minho, i just really don’t want to talk about this anymore. I’m tired.” you say. minho takes note of the painful tone you had. your voice wavered.

“alright, i’ll stop. you should go home.” you nod at his words and went home. minho sighs and goes back to where the others were.

“hyung, how did it go?”

“nothing much. i think it’s best if we ask ni-ki. the both of them used to date each other, clearly they still like each other.” minho says.

“jungwon, do you know where ni-ki’s class is?”

“of course, follow me.”

however, when they went to find ni-ki he was nowhere to be found. they decided to visit his home. as for you, as you were about to open the door. you could hear mewls coming from inside, you were worried about the cats so you went in. you noticed the cats surrounding ni-ki as he cries.

“why are you here and also you practically broke into my house.”

ni-ki was alarmed, “i’m sorry. i just walked in here aimlessly. my house is also locked and i don’t have the keys.”

“don’t you have classes in afternoon?”

“I didn’t go.”

“oh.”

ni-ki shivers. you went towards and placed a hand on his forehead. you sighed.

“you’re having a fever. come on, how about you go take a warm shower and then lay in the guest bedroom. i’ll grab some medicine from the cabinet.” you went to walk away but ni-ki grabs your wrist.

“don’t leave me, please.” he weakly says.

“I won’t, i’ll be here in the house while you go bathe. i need to grab clothes for you too.” ni-ki nods. he stands up to go to the bathroom. you left him a towel outside the door and clothes on the bed. you shut the bedroom door.

why were you suddenly taking care of ni-ki? he was the one who hurt you constantly and here you were. you shouldn’t be doing this. your heart aches. you decided to make him some warm honey water and grab the medicine from the cabinet. maybe you should make him a little something to eat, you weren’t sure if he even ate lunch. how did he even get sick in the first place?

you decided to make him a sandwich since it was the only easy thing you were able to prepare. you knocked on the door with a tray in your other hand. you heard ni-ki mutter ‘come in’ so you entered. you nearly froze in your steps when you noticed the hoodie he had on. it was the hoodie you had gifted him with while you were dating, it fit just nice since ni-ki had grown quite a lot.

the boy tries to dry his hair with the towel you handed him with. you placed down the tray onto the nightstand before grabbing the towel and helping him dry his hair. it was an unconscious gesture since you used to help ni-ki dry his hair after he finished bathing. he stays quiet. once you were done, you looked down at him. he was looking up at you and you looked away.

“i made something for you to eat before you have your medicine. there’s honey water too in case your throat is soar. I’ll be in my room-”

“stay, please.” he voices out.

“I have to study.”

“then study here. i need you, please.”

your heart races. you sighed.

“fine, i’ll grab my things and study here.” ni-ki nods and you go to grab your study materials and notes. you came back and placed your materials on the ground.

“you can do the work on the bed.”

“with you on the bed? i’m not your friend, nishimura.”

“i’m sick and you are technically responsible for me.”

“i am not responsible for you-”

“you saw me and helped me. this means you are responsible for me.”

“what are you? five?”

“you used to care for me when we were dating.”

“please stop bringing up the past.”

“the past that i miss.” ni-ki says. You froze.

“don’t lie to me. you never missed me. you only wanted to fool around.”

“I regret saying that.”

“well too bad, nishimura. we broke up. that’s it, that was the end of us.”

“it doesn’t have to end, (name).”

“if i gave you another chance, you’d just throw it away again.”

“i wouldn’t.”

“ni-ki.” you say.

“(name), i really really love you.”

what was this sick joke he was playing.

“i used to look forward to hearing you say that but now it just seems like a joke to me. you don’t have to put pity on me. i know i was desperate back when we were young. i just really liked you so much.”

“i am not joking with you, (name).”

“prove it then. if you love me so much.”

“I’m sick, (name).”

“well, that sucks then-” ni-ki leans in and kisses you. your eyes widened, you could feel his lips moving against yours. this was really passionate but soft. ni-ki has never kissed you like this before. your eyes flutter shut and you kissed him back.

ni-ki sighs into the kiss, his hands reaches up to your cheek to hold it. he tilts his head to slightly deepen the kiss. one that shows how much he treasured you and how sorry he felt for hurting you. you pulled away.

“i love you.” he says it once again.

“ni-ki, we can’t make this official.”

“i know. i’ve hurt you a bunch of times. we’ll take it slow.” you nod.

“i need to trust you first. i can’t bring myself to just forgive you.”

“alright. can i at least hold you?”

you nod before climbing into the bed. he wraps his arms around your waist. the both of you laid down on the bed. it was a little awkward but ni-ki still felt at ease knowing he was able to hold you.

A year later, you were in your bedroom playing games with ni-ki. he attempts to sabotage you in mario kart.

“yah, ni-ki!”

“too bad, babe!” he sticks out his tongue.

“hey! you guys started the game without us!” jake huffs. both you and ni-ki smirked at each other.

“we started first because i wanted to play a round with my girlfriend.”

“urgh, i am not over this. it’s been 5 months since you two started dating and you’re already pulling the ‘couple’ card.” jay says.

“oh, it’s been 5 months?” you say.

“5 months with my beautiful girl.” ni-ki squeezes you and pecks your cheek.

jungwon gags at the sight, “I liked it better when they fought.”

“i have to agree with that.” minho says.

“young love.” heeseung shrugs.

“let’s back out of the game so they can play, ni-ki.” you pat his arm.

“okay.”

“IM PLAYING AS PRINCESS PEACH!” sunoo yells.

in the end, you got your happy ending.

with the same boy who hurt you.

nishimura riki.

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Built for Love Part 8 (MBJ x Famous Black OC)

A/N: Ummm this chapter has a little bit of everything... Family, fluff, a bit of smut, slight angst. It also has a time jump because we gotta keep shit movingggg. And I could write 100 chapters of fluff with these two butttt we're here for the drama! lol Also another gif that has nothing to do with anything LOL But I imagine this is what our girl wakes up to every day and I love that for her

Warnings: brief mentions of DV

“So Charlie, are you excited to be back on the stage?” Michael’s mom asked as they settled around Michael’s dining room table for dinner.

Though it was a small affair, the table was weighed down by Donna’s decadent and delicious cooking, his mom cooking both he and Charlotte’s favorites for their goodbye dinner. Once his father had said grace, initial conversations had given way to the sounds of forks and spoons clinking against china as everyone passed dishes and savored Donna’s cooking. Though Michael’s family was used to it, Charlotte’s were too busy stuffing their faces to be much conversationalists.

Her face had been drawn up in a bright smile since her brother, Lauren, and Jazz arrived. The tone around the table was a bittersweet one, joy for Charlotte and this opportunity everyone knew she deserved and needed, but melancholy at having two staples of their respective communities gone, even if it was only a temporary absence.

Between the press tour and preparing to leave, the time had flown by and the move that once seemed so far away was hurtling toward them like a high speed train. Charlotte still found herself shocked that Michael was willing to move with her. As the date inched closer and closer, she half expected him to find an excuse not to accompany her. But that never materialized. Instead, he took it upon himself to do all of the planning. Time to find an apartment? Already done and vetted by Michael. Furnish the place? Interior decorator was already on it with images of both of their homes to capture their respective styles. All day, every day, he sent her restaurants and places he wanted to try, some Charlotte had been to and some she hadn’t, or asked her about her favorite spots to add to the list. His excitement was contagious, which counteracted the stress, dread, and anxiety Charlotte felt. For him, this was just the first of many adventures with the woman he loved. For her, it was returning home after running away. And that was never easy.

“Yea I really am. It’ll be an adjustment for sure. Next two months’ll be crazy. But I… really missed it. I’m coming in a few weeks behind in rehearsals but it’ll be good to be back.”

Michael’s hand, which had rested on her thigh since they sat down, squeezed gently to reassure her, soothing her anxiety.

“Only on the choreo. This girl could perform the show and songs forward and backwards right now if she wanted.”

Charlotte smiled. “He might be right about that. But the choreo is the harder part for me anyway.”

“Yea the girl was born with every talent but rhythm,” Jackson called down the table causing everyone to laugh, Charlotte leaning behind Michael’s chair to flip him off without everyone seeing.

“He never gives her credit. Charlie is a great dancer,” Lauren chimed in, not allowing her husband to joke at her best friend’s expense. “Remember the spring production of Oklahoma our freshman year??”

Charlotte groaned. “Ugh don’t remind me! Some of the worst weeks of my life.”

“What happened?” Michael asked.

“There was a nasty norovirus going around campus and Charlie, one of the only freshmen in Juilliard history to play the coveted lead of a spring production, caught it the second day of rehearsals. Was out for two weeks. The director planned on bumping up her understudy.”

“A senior who despised me and was probably hoping the virus would kill me,” she laughed. “Director said there was noooooo way I could learn the staging and choreo in the two remaining weeks before opening night,” Charlotte interjected, rolling her eyes. “He was just worried he took a chance on a freshman only for her to crash and burn.”

“Since I was dancing in the production, I could record rehearsals. Charlotte watched every rehearsal, learning every move, lyric, and note while she was sick. Sis showed up once she was cleared by the doctor and you wouldn’t have even known she missed two weeks of rehearsals. She looked and sounded better than some folks who’d been to every rehearsal.”

“Messed up one or two steps,” she admitted. “But nothing that couldn’t be fixed in the time we had left.”

“How’d you manage that?”

She shrugged. “I just rehearsed and slept in between trips to the bathroom,” she laughed. “My doctor thought I was completely insane but as they say, ‘the show must go on.’”

“Will you have enough tickets for us all to come to opening night or do we need to come at a different time?” Jackson asked.

“I definitely can get everyone tickets for previews, those start mid February. Not sure how many I can snag for opening night though.”

“What are previews?” Michael’s dad asked.

“Oh, sort of a test run? Just an opportunity to perform the show to audiences before the official opening night. Gives you a chance to work out issues and fix things before critics review it. The show ran off-Broadway first so our previews are only a couple weeks. So we have a month and a half of true rehearsals and then previews and then the show premieres March 1.”

“And how long are you all gonna be there again?”

“In total? 8 months I guess with rehearsals? I only signed on to be on the cast for six months though… March to September.”

“Knowing you, you’ll extend it,” Jackson offered with a knowing smile.

Charlotte shook her head. “I dunno. Chris would love that. But doing 8 shows a week for six months is a lot. And gets old after a while,” she admitted. “Maybe I’d do a different show, but I'll probably come back here. I promised Chris six months so that’s all I’m committing to.”

Everyone nodded in understanding, the conversation drifting away from Charlie and to separate topics. Charlie glanced around the table, a soft content smile on her face as she watched the two groups interact. It was not just each family chatting off to themselves. Lauren and Michael’s mom and sister were deep in a conversation about the struggles of parenting young children; Michael’s brother and Jackson were arguing about the Lakers vs the Clippers; and Jazz and Michael were deeply enthralled in a story told by Michael Sr. And everyone seemed genuinely happy to be there and interact. This was their first time truly combining the groups but she thought it boded well for when they all met the rest of her immediate family on the East Coast. If Jazz, Lauren, and Jackson liked them and fit in, the rest of her family would too.

As dinner winded down, Charlotte stood up from the table to bring out dessert. Michael offered a soft peck to the inside of her wrist, which she returned with one to the top of his head, before she grabbed his plate to take into the kitchen. She hummed to herself as she loaded the dishwasher and pulled out the cake his mom prepared earlier that day. It was Michael’s favorite, her rum cake. Charlie could not deny it was one of the best cakes she had ever tasted, hers included.

As she moved the cake to the island, she lost her balance on her heels, almost falling. She was able to sit the cake down quickly, it wobbled slightly in its glass case but remained unharmed despite her clumsiness.

“There you go, tripping over air,” she cursed herself, annoyed and thankful she had not destroyed his mother’s cake. As she moved the holder on the island, a wave of deja vu hit her, a vision of a cake and cake holder smashing to the ground filling her brain. She paused, studying the glass cake stand, her stiletto-shaped nails gliding over it gently. Just as quickly as it appeared, it vanished, the memory too foggy and distant to make sense of. During most of her deja-vu moments or flashbacks, the memories hit her like she was being forced in front of a movie screen. But as much as she racked her brain, she couldn't think of anything related to this moment.

“You ok, dear?” Donna’s soft voice interrupted Charlotte as she zoomed through the Rolodex of memories in her mind.

“Hm? Oh yea, I’m ok,” Charlotte answered, glancing up. she noticed the plates in the woman’s hands before abandoning her thoughts and grabbing them from her. “Let me get those.”

“Thank you, dear. Your family is lovely. They fit right in,” Donna offered as she moved to grab a knife and small plates for dessert.

Charlotte smiled, “Thanks. I’m excited for all of you to meet the rest of them. Everyone else is fairly tame in comparison,” she joked.

As she loaded their dishwasher, she glanced at his mom.

“This was all delicious, thank you. Thank God he picked up your cooking skills or else we’d starve in New York.”

The older woman laughed. “Well anytime you want to learn, you let me know. Though I think you’d give me a run for my money with those desserts of yours.”

Charlotte could not help but beam a bit at her compliment.

Charlotte dried her hands on a dish towel, anxiously twisting the soft fabric in her hands and chewing on her lip as she watched his mom.

“I hope you don’t mind…” she started, pausing as the older woman looked at her with confusion. “M-Me stealing him away for a while. I’m honestly still a bit surprised he wanted to do this at all. But I know it’s probably hard when he’s gone for a long time. I feel kinda bad?” She admitted quietly. “I know he’s gonna miss you guys so much.” She stared at the wall that blocked Michael and everyone at the table from their vision, her face falling a bit as she felt the guilt of pulling him away from his family and community in LA. Even though he offered, she could not help but question whether she should have accepted it, accepted taking him away from his family like this.

“If I may?” Donna’s hands wrapped around Charlotte’s, halting her anxious movements and towel twisting. “I know it hasn’t been that long but I’ve never seen my son as happy as he is with you. One thing you should never doubt is how much that man in there adores you. I dare say he would try to move a mountain if he thought it’d bring you joy. You should never feel bad for accepting the manifestations of his love and commitment. Because I dare say, this is just the beginning.”

Charlotte felt a tear start to fall, not from sadness but from the love, grace, and compassion his mother always showed her. From the moment they first met to today, she never acted like those dreaded mother-in-laws her married friends moaned about. Charlotte’s mother would not be considered a constant presence in her life, a rarity at best. And through everything she had been through, the one thing she had always hoped for but never had was a mom. Michael’s mom did not know about her mom’s absence but she seemed to recognize it was something Charlie still needed, a mother’s love, support, grace, and word of wisdom. And she offered it in droves.

“T-thank you,” she whispered, whisking the tears away just as Michael rounded the corner to check on them.

“Hey, you two alright?”

“Yes of course, baby.” Her face immediately brightened as he entered the room, not even just to hide her and his mom’s emotional moment but just from his presence. “Just hounding your mom for this amazing rum cake recipe so I can make it for you in New York…”

“But… I told her she’s gotta be officially in the family first for me to share it. So get to it,” she whispered to Bakari with a sly smile and a peck on the cheek as she returned to the dining room with the rest of the family.

“Damn, she’s not subtle at all, is she?” he asked as he grabbed the cake while Charlotte grabbed the plates his mom pulled out.

Charlotte laughed, patting him on the chest as she passed him to return to the dining room. “No, definitely not.”

***

Their moans created an orchestra filling his bedroom as Michael kept Charlotte’s eyes trained on his as he fucked her slow and deep.

They rarely had sex in missionary these days, both of them finding other positions far more interesting and fun. However, when they were both in the mood for something slower and more sensual, missionary hit the spot for both of them. It offered them something deeper than pure pleasure. It was an intimacy and comfort they both needed for their last night in Michael’s bed for a while.

Looking into each other’s eyes was a meeting of the minds, beyond merely connecting with their bodies, they connected with their souls. They saw all of each other, all of the excitement, anxiety, joy, and fear of what tomorrow would hold for them. And every moment, every movement and touch between them was an effort to honor those feelings. Every touch and whispered adoration told the other that they were here and they were ready for everything the universe had in store for them.

There would be time for fast and wild later. Tonight, they were just cherishing the moment and each other before their first real adventure as a couple began.

“J-Just li-like that. F-Fuck, I-I love you,” she moaned, having already lost count of her orgasms as Michael pushed her to the edge of another one.

She could tell he was close as he picked up the pace a bit. Her hips rocked slightly to meet his, her core pulsing and tightening around him causing a primitive moan to escape him.

It only took a moment for him to fill her before he rolled off of her.

“You good?” He asked, a question he usually asked when they finished up, whether the session was slow and sensual or had her doing acrobatics. And the answer was always in the same vein: she was more than good.

“Excellent. I could fall asleep j-just like this,” she yawned, knowing that her sleep after sex was always elite, Michael tiring her out to the point where she could not do much else. However, before she did, she got up to go to the bathroom, Michael talking to her as she groped her way through the darkness of his room.

“You ready for tomorrow?” He asked as he found his briefs to slide on and climb back into bed.

“As ready as I’ll ever be, I guess,” she called back. “You sure you still wanna come? Not too late to back out. Well, we signed a lease, on a way too expensive apartment, I might add… so it’s a bit late. But you could still do it.”

Though her tone had the intent of a joke, Michael could still hear it, her hesitation and fear that let him know she was still concerned he would abandon her. He knew she would not truly believe him until they were moved in and settled but he was genuinely excited to go with her. Not just to support her and provide her with some sense of safety while she was there, but to witness this next stage in her career. This was her dream and he saw no better use of his time than watching her fulfill it. He knew why she was hesitant, they had only been dating for mere months. However, when he looked at Charlotte, he saw a perfect glittering gold path to a future he had never given much thought to because he had always been too focused on the hustle, a marriage and a family like the one his parents had built. To him, this was one step down that path and he would never regret taking it. Part of him was annoyed he would have to return to LA in June for another project before her time in New York ended but he decided he would savor the initial six months of uninterrupted time together.

“You ain’t gettin’ rid of me that easy, honey bee. And after living with me in New York, maybe that’ll convince you to move in with me when we get back?” He asked as she washed her hands.

She poked her head out into the room to look at him, finding that his face matched the seriousness of his tone and words.

“What? Y-You want me to move in? Here?”

He continued to surprise her with his level of commitment and dedication overall. However, just as she was about to doubt he truly meant it, his mother’s words floated back to her mind.

"Well, it wouldn't be here forever. Just till we found a new spot… something that's ours," he emphasized. “We’re gonna live together for at least 6 months in New York… if it works out and you don’t absolutely hate me by the end,” he joked, “Why not? What? You don’t think we should?"

She shrugged as she climbed back into his bed. “No, no, I’m not saying that at all. I mean I basically live here as it is,” she admitted. “I g-guess I just didn’t think about what living together in New York would mean for when we got back? Of course, you thought of it though. You think ahead and have a plan for everything.”

Michael was glad she could not see his face as she settled against his chest. She truly had no idea how far ahead his planning went when it came to her.

“Well, I just know what I want and I don’t believe in wasting time. But I’m not sayin’ you gotta decide now or anything. Let’s see how New York goes. I just wanted to see if you’d be interested in it.”

“Yea, I’m interested.”

He nodded. “Now are you gonna tell me what you and my momma were talking about earlier? You looked upset?”

Charlotte chuckled, she turned over so her chest was against his, her ear pressed against his chest. The light thumps of his heart filled her ear like a soothing drumbeat. “I should’ve known you weren’t gonna let that go… I wasn’t upset. She j-just said something I needed to hear.”

She felt his lips press against the top of her head, her eyes falling closed for a moment. She appreciated that he did not press any further for information.

“Yea, I don't know how she does that. It's kinda creepy, honestly… that mother's intuition."

“Yea, its like she sees into your soul or something." Her last words turned into a mumble as she yawned and her eyes fell closed.

All Michael could do was chuckle before kissing her forehead and falling asleep himself, her gentle snores filling his ears.

***

Charlotte glanced out of the floor-to-ceiling window of their new apartment on the edge of the Upper West Side. It was as beautiful and pristine as the pictures Michael had shown her. They were high enough to have a great view of the city from their balcony. It was in the perfect location too for work and there was so much around for her and Michael to do. The furnishings were perfect, the exact mix of her and Michael’s individual interior style. She knew he hired a designer but it was clear the person knew their shit. The house already felt warm, cozy, and safe, all the things Charlotte needed, and they had only been in it for an hour.

“What are you thinking?” He asked from the couch as he scrolled through his phone, both of them avoiding the dreaded unpacking they had to do.

“I’m thinking about my crappy little studio apartment when I first graduated… and my two bedroom with one of my college friends for those few months…” she paused, that apartment was a graveyard of bad memories. “Before I moved. I’ve j-just come up in the world, I guess.”

Bakari beckoned her to him, the young woman leaving her perch against the window to join him. The moment she was in arm’s length, he gently pulled her down onto his lap, Charlotte nestling into him with ease.

“This place is insane, Bakari. I mean I love it but I still think it’s too much,” she remarked, she raised her hands as if to surrender, knowing she was bringing up a touchy subject for them both.

“Aht aht. We came to an agreement on that,” he lightly kissed her bare shoulder.

She nodded, neither of them wanting to fall back into their first true argument of their relationship a few months earlier.

“So what do you think?”

Charlotte laughed. “I think I could fit 5 or 6 of my first apartment in that place,” she gestured toward his laptop as he flipped through photos of a high-rise three-bedroom apartment. “I mean it’s gorgeous but I don’t think I can afford it.”

“Yea but I can. It’s perfect. Really solid security, there’s only one apartment on each floor so it’s pretty private. And it's only 15 minutes from the theaters so when you finish up evening shows, it’s not a long drive. It’s perfect for us. Don’t think about the cost. Do you like it?”

“Yes, I love it but,” she chuckled. “Creed was my first real check in two years, babe. And I still gotta pay for my apartment here. I don’t really have the luxury of not thinking about the cost of things.”

“Ok but I’m sayin’ you don’t have to think about it cause I got it.”

“Well how much do you want me to contribute a month? If we go 50/50, it would be tight but I could swing it then, I guess.”

Michael rolled his eyes. “ I wasn’t expecting you to contribute anything. We ain’t roommates, Els.”

She shook her head, pushing off of the couch to pace in his living room, her annoyance officially rising. Finances continued to be a touchy subject for the pair. However, usually, Charlotte only put up so much of a fight before she gave in. But she could not give in on this, not today.

“It’s one thing for you to always pay for dinners and shit like that but you can’t pay all of our rent while we’re there. That’s ridiculous.”

“Why can’t I?” He asked, his tone signaling that he did not understand the seriousness of the conversation for Charlotte in the slightest. He still did not quite understand her hang up with finances. He knew it was part of the cycle of abuse but he had no problem spending money on her if need be. She had only just stopped fighting him on paying for dates. Though he was not the type of celebrity who blew all of his money on frivolous things, Michael also did not pretend money was a significant consideration in his decisions because it just wasn’t. And he would never apologize for wanting to spend his money on her, for wanting to support her.

“B-Because I…” Charlotte stopped herself from finishing the sentence, Don’t want you to be able to control me that way. But she knew that was not his way.“T-then it’s y-your house a-and not mine. I-I would just feel more comfortable i-if you let me contribute something. L-Let me pay for half? Besides, you’re gonna be in LA sometimes, full time in the summer. You shouldn’t pay the full amount every month like you’re gonna be there the whole time.”

“It’s really not that big of a deal, Charlotte. I don’t need your money and I don’t want it.” His tone signaled that he hoped to get the final word in and end the discussion.

She could not help but feel frustrated like he was not hearing her. But she understood why he did not see this situation through her eyes. “I-It’s not about you n-needing it!” She cried out, Michael suddenly realizing her unexpected outburst meant more simmered beneath the surface than her just wanting to contribute. She took a deep breath, not wanting to start an argument with him. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. It’s just…”

He rubbed her shoulders and nodded, “Ok just breath for a second, babe. I’m sorry, I didn’t realize it would bother you this much. I just.. I wanted you to have a serene, safe place to live and work while you’re there a-and I wasn’t gonna ask you to pay because money wasn’t a factor when I chose it. I just want you to be comfortable while we’re there.”

She sighed and rubbed her forehead. She knew she shouldn’t push him on the finances piece so much. But she refused to ever let a man hold her livelihood over her head again. Where she laid her head was important and even though she stayed at Michael’s most of the time, she could at least retreat to her home if she ever needed it. She did not want the only place she had to lay her head to be not in her control at all.

“Look, I-I appreciate it. That place is beautiful a-and perfect. I love it, truly. But… t-this is the first time I’m living with a guy since Shaun a-and the a-amount of times he held t-the fact that it w-was his h-house instead of mine o-over me…” she exhaled deeply as if she could release the memories into the air with her breath. “I-If I d-don’t contribute something then it’ll be your house and not ours. I k-know you don’t need it o-or want it. But I need it. I need it to feel like I have an equal claim to it. Please.”

At that, Michael decided not to push any further. He understood her triggers were real and legitimate and if it gave her a sense of autonomy and control to pay him, he would not let his ego get in the way of that.

“Understood. I’m sorry,” he kissed her cheek. “I didn’t think about that. This’ll be our home and I want you to feel like it. How about you deal with all the utilities and I get the rent?”

She could not help but laugh a bit at his “compromise.” “Those things aren’t comparable at all, babe,” she muttered.

“Monetarily? Nah. But what’s the point of an apartment without lights, wifi, gas, water?” he listed. “All of those are necessities too and without them, this would be a pretty terrible apartment.”

They squared off for a moment before she nodded, realizing he budged about as far as he was willing to on the subject.

“Deal.”

“We came to an agreement, yes. But don’t think for a second I like it. Anytime you wanna accept that 50/50 split, let me know.”

Michael gave her a peck on the nose.

“Not gonna happen. Let me treat you to this one thing, baby. But what could happen is us christening some of this furniture?” His eyebrow raised suggestively, his intentions clear in his words.

Charlotte smiled slyly. “I like the sound of that… if we start with the counter.”

***

“Charlotte. Baby. Stop eating your breakfast like it’s a drive by. Sit, relax, and eat. You got plenty of time. Don’t have to be there for another hour.”

Charlotte nearly catapulted out of bed that morning, a wrecking ball of nervous energy flitting around their apartment. Michael did not know how she was moving so quickly and chaotically, since all she did was toss and turn the night before. And as soon as the Sun was up, she was out of bed and out on a run through the neighborhood. And when she returned, their bed quickly turned into a wreckage of clothes, the young woman changing her outfit no less than 10 times.

“Did you get any sleep last night?” Michael asked as Charlotte forced herself to sit at the island and eat Michael’s apple cinnamon pancakes, her favorite, and a couple pieces of bacon. Though this was her favorite breakfast meal, she found it difficult to eat, believing her time would be better served practicing or running her lines again rather than just sitting there.

She scratched her head as she stuffed her face quickly, her eyes zooming across her sheet music. “Couple hours. Lots of tossing and turning before I just gave up and reviewed the music again.”

Michael laughed, “You know every song by heart, even the ones that aren’t yours. You’re gonna be great today.”

She shrugged. “I don’t feel like it.” She glanced at her watch and bit her lip before abandoning her half eaten breakfast. “Thanks for this, Bakari, but I think I should go practice the songs one more time. The run in the Act I closer is fuckin’ killing me. I can’t get it just right a-and if Chris has us practice that part today, I don’t want to look stupid.” She paused her ranting to practice the chorus and run right there as she paced by the counter. She sounded flawless in Michael’s opinion but he could tell she hated it the way her whole face scrunched up in frustration. “See? Can’t get it. But you know… maybe I should practice my ballad first though… it would make sense he’d want to start there since it’s earlier in the show. Do I have time to do both…” She was no longer talking to Michael, only rambling and muttering to herself as her questions about which song to use her precious last few minutes to practice started to become inter spliced with actual lyrics from the songs as she studied the music while she walked through their home. “Babe! Have you seen my script?? Maybe I should run through all my lines for Act 1?” She checked her watch. “I s-should’ve used the time last night to do that. UGH.”

Her incoherent stream of consciousness and half singing were interrupted by Michael who put himself in the path of Hurricane Charlotte and their bedroom. Her favorite room to practice in was the bathroom because the acoustics were the best in the house. Imagine his confusion and slight amusement when, the first thing she did when they arrived after throwing her bags down, she started singing her ballad in every single room to test the sound quality before deciding the bathroom was the best option.

It had not been 24 hours yet and he already learned one critical thing about her: she was a perfectionist chaotic nutcase. He had never seen this “behind the scenes” look into her process and work ethic. When they worked on Creed, she showed up to set every day the picture of an actor, in the zone, focused, and ready to work. He had never seen what it took to get to that picture and it was a perfect frenzy that he could not hope to understand or follow if he tried.

And still, he found that her perfectionist nature that drove all the practice and ramblings only made him fall deeper in love with her. He imagined this is what he looked like to his friends and family when he was prepping for a role, so much energy and time spent to become someone else and embody their souls and personas. So much attention to detail and time rehearsing to give each moment in front of the camera your all. This was so much like that, and yet so much harder because Charlotte could not just yell cut to redo something. Every night she got on that stage, she had one opportunity to show her talent at its fullest. He could completely understand why she pushed herself as hard as she did.

“Honeybee… you gotta calm down. No more practicing,” he grabbed the sheet music out of her hand, Charlotte offering mild protests as he walked to her bag and slid them inside, secretly adding a little card of his own. “You still have weeks of rehearsals. Keep doing this and you’ll lose your voice,” he warned, his lips twitching from the laugh he forced himself to stifle at the look of objective horror on her face, as if she had never even considered that was a possibility. But he imagined for her, losing her voice was the worst type of illness she could have. “Exactly. Rest the vocals for a bit. Sit, finish your breakfast and we’ll drive to the theater together.”

With his hands on her hips, he steered her back to the island for the third time that morning and watched her sit down to resume eating, this time far slower and more measured.

“You don’t gotta take me like a child headed to kindergarten for the first day, dad,” she bemused with a soft smile. “I’ll be good.”

“I know I don’t have to, but I want to.”

She nodded, talk of Michael’s plans for the day filled the rest of breakfast before she grabbed her bag, filled with her script, sheet music, and mid-day snack. Michael had to stop her from triple checking her bag before he slid a perfectly made chai in her hands and ushered her out the door.

He kept his hand on hers as their driver took them the short ride to Abernathy Theater. She had not told Michael but she had performed in this very theater in her very first Broadway production out of college. It felt like a full circle moment to be back there.

“Ok, this is it, babe. You got this,” he kissed her on the lips. “Can’t wait to hear all about it tonight.”

“Thanks, love. See you tonight.” She took a deep breath before gathering her things and exiting the car.

Charlotte glanced back at the black car before she opened the theater door, the window rolled down, to find Michael giving her a thumbs up as if he knew she would need an extra push to walk through the door. She knew her nerves were somewhat foolish. She had spent the better part of her life in theaters and on the stage. And yet, she still felt like a fish outta water. So much time had passed, so much life had happened. Chris thought she still had what it took but would everyone else? She had given up this dream. And though she had never admitted this out loud, she felt so much shame for how easily she had casted it aside and resigned to leaving it to die behind her. As she walked through the theater, her first time in one in over two years, she questioned whether she even deserved this second chance at it after she had squandered the first one, regardless of her reasoning for doing so.

But now as she walked through the theater, taking in the opulence of the insanely tall ceilings and their perfectly preserved murals, the dazzling gold arches and trims, and the sea of ruby-colored seats, she knew one fact to be true. No one and nothing would tear her away from this dream this time. She had breathed new life into it and she would not lose it again.

“Charlotte!”

Her visual survey was interrupted by Chris who waved at her from the stage. She smiled and made quick work of making her way to the stage where he waited.

“It’s so good to see you,” he mused, pulling her into a tight hug. “The rest of the cast is trickling in. But I wanted to show you around personally and introduce you to everyone. I’ll take you backstage.”

He looped his arm around hers and led her backstage, the two laughing and chatting like old friends as he took her around and introduced her to everyone. He was showing her her dressing room when a familiar man’s voice filled her ears.

“The prodigal daughter of Broadway returns… You know I took bets on when you’d be back.”

Charlotte whipped around to find Malcolm Roberts, one of her costars, leaning against the doorway, his usual sly smirk etched on his face.

She sauntered up to him, a similar smirk falling on her face. “And? Is the Tony award winning Malcolm Roberts poorer or richer these days?”

“Richer…” At her surprised expression, he shrugged. “I learned a long time ago to always bet on you.”

She laughed and immediately pulled him into a tight hug, the man lifting her feet slightly off the ground.

“It’s so good to see you. I owe you dinner so you can catch me up on everything,” he said as they hugged. “You look amazing, still as gorgeous as ever.”

Malcolm had been in her last production before she moved. She followed his career after leaving theater and his star had only risen higher and higher, as he deserved. And now, he would be playing directly alongside her and she couldn’t have been more pleased. If there was one person she trusted undoubtedly to act alongside, besides Michael, it would be Malcolm.

“Thank you! Should’ve known Chris would call in the heavyweight champ,” she laughed.

He merely shrugged. “A friend calls and I answer. That's how he got you outta hibernation too?” He asked as they walked to the practice room for rehearsal, their banter drowned out by the hustle and bustle of the team as they worked to build the set and gathered props around them.

“Naturally. One day you’ll have to tell us how you convince everyone to do whatever you want?” Charlotte told Chris who merely smiled slyly.

“Win me another Tony and I’ll tell all my secrets.”

The two actors glanced at each other and rolled their eyes. “As if you need anymore!”

“Does your house even have room for another one and that big head of yours?” Malcolm teased as Charlotte snorted.

“Well, my partner says I can’t convert the kids’ room to a trophy room. So I guess when you two are done sweeping, I’ll have to buy a new house.” He winked at the both of them before grabbing his assistant director to chat, leaving Malcolm and Charlotte alone.

“How was the move?” He asked as he interlaced his arm with Charlotte’s as they walked.

“Oh totally fine. Michael took care of everything, of course. All I did was say yes or no.”

“Ah yes, the new boyfriend, aka my wife and sister’s celebrity crush. Remind me never to invite the two of you over for dinner?” Charlotte let out a deep belly laugh. “But I’m glad to hear it. Looks like you found yourself a good one?”

“Yea… I think I did.”

She raised her eyebrow as he stopped walking to study her for a moment, his face drawn up in a look of pride and something else she could not place. Understanding? Knowing? She could not read it. However, before she could ask him, he merely patted her hand, which rested on his arm and said, “Well no one deserves that more than you.”

Before she could inquire more, they arrived at their rehearsal space, each of them settling into their spots. Chris did quick work of introducing Charlotte to everyone else who she hadn’t met and embarrassing her with his praise. She was thankful when it was all over and everyone started to pull out their scripts and sheet music to run through Act I.

As she pulled out her materials, a small card fell out of the stack and onto the table. She picked it up and examined the card, Honey Bee written out on the front in Michael’s handwriting. She half listened to Chris share notes and information from the last rehearsal as she slid the stationary out of its envelope.

I would say good luck but I know you don’t need it. You’re gonna kill it, as you always do, and remind everyone there today and in this world, who you are. Take a deep breath and remember you, not only deserve this moment but, you were made for it.

Love,

Your biggest fan

If she had not been in a room filled with people, she would have bursted into tears. She slid the note back in her bag after reading it once more and taking the deep breath he instructed her to. She grabbed her phone as the cast started the table read and sent a quick but simple text.

Thank you ♥️♥️

She knew she did not need to elaborate and that he would recognize the meaning. Not a whole minute passed before her phone buzzed with a similar simplistic response.

Anytime.

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A month later

“Oof, that’s it. That’s the right spot,” Charlotte moaned as Michael massaged her aching limbs. “You got the magic touch, baby.” Her eyes lulled closed as he did the Lord’s work, kneading and massaging the tense spots on her legs and back after another long day of rehearsals. "First show is in two days and I can barely feel my legs.

“I’m glad you’re enjoying it.” He placed a soft kiss to the top of her spine before continuing his work.

Though Charlotte did not mind the quiet, the silence that settled over them both as he worked, she found it odd. Most evenings, she and Michael never stopped talking, the pair catching the other up on any and everything from the moment she walked into the door until the moment they fell asleep. However, today, Michael’s head seemed to be elsewhere.

“You ok?” She inquired.

“Y-Yea, yea. I’m good.”

She laughed. “I know you well enough to know when you’re good, Bakari. What’s wrong?” She gestured for him to move so she could sit up. She slid her robe over her nude body and slid into his lap.

“I just had an interesting call with Ryan today.”

“Oh? Got another project for you?”

“Actually, yea.”

She motioned for more details, unsure why he was being so coy and secretive. “Ok… you gotta give me more than that, babe. What’s the role? And why are you acting like he threatened to kill you?”

“It’s a Marvel project.”

Her eyes immediately grew wide. She gracefully tumbled out of his lap and onto her knees, excitement filling her previously lethargic body. While she had only just started to get into anime thanks to Michael, both of them bonded over their love for comics. Growing up with her brother, she and Jackson spent far too much time in the comic book store and she made a point to see every Marvel movie that came out.

“It’s Black Panther, isn’t it??” She squealed, her excitement radiating off of her.

“How’d you guess that so fast??”

She scoffed and smiled. “Marvel’s been talking to Black directors for months for that project. A-and Civil War is coming out soon with Chadwick. Ohh,” she shook his shoulders. “You HAVE to do it, baby.”

He laughed, getting up to go into their in-suite bathroom. “You don’t even know what the role is, love.”

She shrugged, following behind him with an extra pep in her step. She did not understand how he wasn’t more excited about this.

“I mean I could sit here and go through all the Black Panther comic lore if you’d like and guess. But that’ll just make you horny,” she teased, knowing Michael got a little too excited when she put on her nerdy hat and talked comics. “And my legs hurt too much for acrobatics with you today. Why aren’t you excited? You said yes, right?? He wouldn’t’ve called unless the role was yours.”

He pushed himself up to sit on the bathroom counter. “I want to say yes, the role is fantastic a-and his vision is spectacular. I s-spent the whole day reading up on the character and everything. It would be a game changer for sure.”

“Of course it would. But I sense a but coming?” Her hands inched up his warm bare chest and wrapped around his neck as she stood between his legs.

“I’d have to go back to LA for a couple days to screen test with Chad and a couple of the other confirmed actors, meet with the execs… and between Kevin Feige’s schedule, Ryan’s and Chadwick’s… only one week before like June works for everyone.”

At the annoyed and guilty look on his face, Charlotte immediately understood. “Opening weekend of the show?” She prayed she was wrong but at the small nod, she let out a disgruntled sigh.

“Yea. A-and I don’t want to miss that, Els. It’s such a big deal and I moved here to be all in on us and support you. I asked Ryan if we could find a different date or if we could do something out here instead but I dunno yet. I didn’t want to mention it because I didn’t want to disappoint you if it’s not a sure thing.”

“Babe. I so appreciate you and that you even thought to consider me and the show before saying yes. But you can’t put your career on hold for me. This is the MCU, babe, I would miss opening night of my own show for Kevin Feige. You have to go.”

Michael’s jaw almost unhinged at her statement. That was not what he was expecting at all. And when he searched her face for a hint of disappointment or sadness, he failed to find any. Her joy for him was natural and authentic, not the forced type people give when they are trying to hide their own emotions.

“What??”

“I’m joking,” she amended but she quickly shook her head. “Actually I’m not. I would totally ditch schmoozing investors and the nausea of waiting for reviews for Marvel,” she laughed. “Seriously though, I’m gonna be doing 8 shows a week for months. You’ll see me on stage so many times, you’ll get sick of my voice and the show. You don’t have to be there opening night to support me. Honestly, I’d rather have you there the first night of previews in a couple days so you can see me on stage for the first time anyway. Opening night is only a big deal in that critics can finally review the show. And there’s a party for the cast and producers and investors and all that shit. You moved across the country to support me. That’s all I need.”

She walked back into their bedroom and grabbed his phone, her slippers shuffling lightly against the floor as she went.. She held it out to him. “Call Ryan.”

“Babe… I just don’t feel right abandoning you on such a big night.”

She tilted her head to study him. She found that she was not just saying those words because she knew she should not stop him from pursuing an opportunity. She actually meant it. Now that she was back in the swing of things, her anxiety had eased quite a bit. It had only been a few weeks but she had not seen or heard a peep out of Shaun, her promo for the show being reduced to one mention in a Broadway.com article, thankfully. And she knew she would have to handle a few days here and there without him before they got there. It was still early so she was still beyond thankful to have him there, but she could survive a couple days without him if he was needed elsewhere.

“You aren’t abandoning me. You’re following your dreams, you’re moving your career forward. Ryan picked you, the role is yours. Meeting with the execs and a couple screen tests are the only hurdles you gotta clear. And you shouldn't put that off. Would I love to look out into that crowd and see you opening night, sure. But would I prefer to see you snag a killer role in what is already a highly anticipated project, 100%. I know you’ll be there in spirit.”

“You sure you aren’t gonna secretly hate me?”

“I could never hate you. Besides, shit like this is gonna happen… we’re both two busy body ass actors. We aren’t always gonna be able to be there physically but I know you’ll be cheering me on as I will for you.”

His phone still hovered in her hand between them, Charlotte giving him an cocky grin before unlocking it and finding Ryan’s number for him.

“You sure?”

“I’m giving you the push you gave me. Call him and tell him he’s got his Killmonger. Hopefully he doesn’t bust your fuckin’ ear drums like Chris did mine.”

His eyes grew wide. “How’d you do that shit?? I never even said his name.”

She chuckled as she turned to walk back into their room, her shoulders shrugged. “It was a lucky guess… that you just confirmed,” she smirked at him. “Now…” she sexily allowed her robe to open and slide off her shoulders, the silk fabric pooling to the floor around her feet. “Don’t stay on the phone with him too long.”

He raised an eyebrow suggestively, his thumb hovering over the call button. “I thought you were too tired?”

She shrugged. “Consider it the last bit of encouragement you need to make that call.” She winked at him before sauntering off to their bed, delighting in the way his eyes followed her perfect ass as she climbed onto their bed.

***

“Well, I think that part could use a bit more emotion from both of us?” Charlotte remarked as she and Malcolm reviewed their notes from earlier in the day.

The stage was filled with chaos as many in the company practiced off to one side while the staging and lighting folks tried to get everything ready for their last rehearsal before previews started the next evening. Rebecca and Jonathan, the supporting actors in the play, were tucked in a corner just like Malcolm and Charlotte reviewing their lines.

“For sure. We shouldn’t hold back. They haven’t seen or spoken to each other in years. All that pent up aggression and anger and hurt… it really should feel like something is simmering beneath the surface and then an explosion on stage before the number.”

Before Charlotte could agree with him and practice a bit more, Chris’s voice grabbed their attention.

“Heads up, everyone! So don’t hate me. But a lot of the investors can’t make previews tomorrow night but they want a peek before opening night so they asked if they could sit in on rehearsal after the producers’ meeting happening upstairs. Should be wrapping up in about 15 minutes. So we will have a small but mighty,” he emphasized, “Audience today. So everyone should give this their all and we’re gonna do it in our costumes. Go get changed. Sorry for the change of plans.”

Light mumbles and grumbles could be heard through the company as everyone filed back into their dressing rooms. Charlotte and Malcolm merely shared a smirk, the actor whispering to Charlotte, “The investors and producers say jump…”

“And we say ‘how high?” she grimaced with an eye roll before shutting the door to her dressing room. This was the only part of her job she hated, schmoozing people whose only credentials for being there was the hefty check they wrote. Charlotte’s outfit was quick work, a simple dress, cardigan, and heels so it did not take long for her to change.

She sang a few chords to herself, warming up her voice, while she waited for the backstage cue to return to the wings of the stage. When the lights flashed, she made her way to the wings, stopping by Malcolm who had his face drawn up in a grimace. She was thankful to find another actor who also hated the politics of it all. She followed his line of sight to the parted curtains, revealing center stage where Chris stood with a group of men in suits. They quickly reminded her of all of the men she met at Shaun's office parties and events, her distaste had not changed. Most of their backs were turned to them until Chris noticed the entire company was assembled and waiting and waved them over.

“Let the jumping begin,” Malcolm moaned lightly as they all started walking toward the group of powerful and wealthy men.

“And these are the stars of our show, Charlotte Bennett, Malcolm Roberts, Rebecca Sloan, and Jonathan Rivers,” Chris gestured toward all of them, the group turning around to greet them.

However, the bright smile that Charlotte put on as she pulled on her dazzling actress persona immediately fell as her eyes locked with one of the men. Her movements halted, her entire body going cold and rigid as if someone had thrown a bucket of ice water on her.

Everything around her went silent as if someone had pressed the mute button, she could not even hear her pounding heart in her ears. But she could feel it, beating against her rib cage as it threatened to burst out of her chest. She forgot where she was, who she was, as he offered her a menacing and knowing smirk.

Instinctively, she took a step back, increasing the distance between them as the rest of the cast continued forward to introduce themselves. Only one person noticed her change in demeanor, her low, shallow breaths that were drowned out by pleasantries and greetings.

Malcolm touched her shoulder, Charlotte almost jumping out of her skin with shock, finally taking her eyes off of a man she never expected to see here of all places, in her safe space.

“You good? Look like you saw a ghost,” he chuckled nervously, though his eyes were filled with concern.

Her mouth felt bone dry, the words caught in her throat but she forced them out anyway.

“No, no. Not a g-ghost. J-just…” she shook her head. “I… um, just need a minute? Tell C-Chris I’m r-running to the b-bathroom. N-not feeling great.”

She turned and rushed out of the theater, her legs carrying her as fast as they could without breaking into an all out run until she found herself near a concession stand in the deserted lobby. She needed as much distance as she could between herself and him. She stopped and leaned against the counter, her hand pressed into her chest as she tried to calm herself. She wondered if she would have rather seen an actual ghost. That would have been less terrifying than what awaited her back in that theater, a different monster haunting her from her past.

Shaun Parker.

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College is for me but only if it’s us

No angst today, I just got accepted into my master's program so I'm thrilled! All humorous/fluff/good vibes stories today. I hope you guys like it and please leave your thoughts in the comments!

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It took Eddie three long years to graduate high school and even then, it was by the skin of his teeth. He barely scraped by with straight D’s and even then, his grade in history threatened to hold him back for his fourth senior year. Luckily though, with Nancy’s flashcards and Steve’s motivation while studying, he was able to pass all of his finals and his classes. Eddie army-crawled across the stage, ignoring the anger and slurs from the self-righteous townsfolk, as he received his diploma. He waved to the Party sitting in the audience and smiled at his uncle. Eddie didn’t think he’d make it here but here he was

He, Max, and Steve were in the hospital for weeks following their Spring Break from hell. Eddie had had daily blood transfusions and enough skin graft surgeries to last him for a lifetime. There were still moments where he would feel ice-cold pain flash across his body in a spot deep enough he couldn’t reach it.

Max was in a coma for two weeks before her blurry eyes opened to a world she would never see quite clearly. She still had to attend near-daily physical therapy sessions to be able to walk without the assistance of a walking aid for balance. She would probably never skateboard again.

Steve was in a bad way too despite his reluctance to accept treatment. His wounds from the demobat bites caused him to develop sepsis that nearly killed him. He had to get his system flushed with saline for days to fight off the septic infection and he needed several surgeries to repair the damage done to his sides.

Even still, they all made it. They were moving on with their lives and Eddie had finally graduated. His friends and Uncle Wayne were of course thrilled. They knew he’d graduate with time but he could tell that they were glad his attempts finally paid off. They expected him to devote more time to his music or get a full time job out of town or something.

No one expected him to go to college.

But when Steve expressed interest in enrolling in a local community college and some apprehension in doing so for fear of what their friends may say, Eddie jumped at the chance to take the heat off of him. And boy, did it.

When Steve announced to the Party at one of their regular gatherings that he was going to college, he got some mixed reactions. Some of the Party gave uninterested grumbles, some asked if he was serious, and some pointed out that it would probably just be a waste of money since he wasn’t good at school. Robin was the only one, besides Eddie, that congratulated him on moving onto the next step.

Eddie wasn’t impressed with any of them. No wonder Steve was afraid of their reactions, no one seemed to care and those that did were pointing out how ‘dumb’ he was. So Eddie did what he did best and created a distraction.

“I’m going to college too. Steve and I enrolled together and if we increase our GPA’s enough, we might be able to go to a state school later. We might even move in with each other and get our own place.”

That caused an uproar. Mike and Max were arguing about why he wanted to go with Steve, Uncle Wayne was cheering and toasting him with his beer, Dustin and Will were congratulating him, Jonathan and Nancy were looking suspiciously between him and Steve, and El and Robin were looking on in confusion. But Steve was beaming at Eddie. He’d never seen smile so broadly, so happily.

Eddie watched as Steve ignored all of their friends and stalked up to him. “Hey Big Boy, sorry to steal your thunder-”

All thoughts left his mind as Steve grabbed both sides of his face and brought him in for a deep kiss. Holy shit, Eddie felt like he died and went to heaven. If Eddie knew that this was what would get Steve Harrington to smooch him, he would’ve made plans to go to college with him a long time ago.

Once Steve pulled back for air, Eddie started hearing all of the comments that their friends were making. He pulled back to see a variety of expressions. Some of their friends were supportive like Nancy and Robin who were cheering and wolf-whistling. Others were somewhat offended or disgusted. The most notable voice of the group was Murray who was screeching at Hopper.

“I fucking knew it! Didn’t I fucking call this, Jim? You said I was out of my mind but I was fucking right!”

“Murray, shut the hell up,” Hopper hissed at him.

“Very much like you to doubt the truth, Jim.”

“What is that supposed to mean?” He asked him.

When Eddie made eye contact with Dustin, the kid leapt to his feet and pointed an accusing finger between him and Steve.

“What the hell is this?” Dustin yelled in confused outrage. “You’re not even friends!”

“We clearly are, dude. And more,” Steve told him in a tone that said it should be obvious. Dustin just opened and closed his mouth like a fish out of water in response.

Meanwhile, Mike was throwing up behind some bushes muttering nonsensically about Steve ‘doing it again’ and ‘hooking up with his brother too’. He obviously wasn’t over Steve dating Nancy all that time ago.

Steve just shook his head at all of them and pulled Eddie in again. “I’m really looking forward to going to college with you.”

“I can tell, Big Boy. Kiss me again.” At his request, Steve kissed him again. They ignored the pitiful protests of Hopper, the fake gags of Max and Lucas, and even the supportive cheering of Joyce and Wayne. With Steve’s lips on his and his arms around him, nothing existed in the world but them.

Sure, they had some talking to do and some shovel talks to hear. But they would get through it all just as they had before. Things were only looking up for them now. ‘86 really was Eddie’s year.

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piganatur · 1 year

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the eighth sense ep7-8 thoughts and impressions:

- those seniors did not give two shits about the club disbanding, they could go on a trip in their private time any day, but the prospect of blaming ‘some freshman’, and as a result, jaewon, for causing a mess got them so excited they almost pissed their panties. they are sad little creatures barking amongst themselves barely able to wait to tear into jaewon at the first opportunity they get

- yoonwon yelling at eunji to get out felt so satisfying

- actually what jaewon said in the photography shop cut x1000000 times deeper than the english translation of it

- jaewon all bundled up in his therapist’s office 😭😭😭😭😭

- jihyun my beloved, i never doubted u bae

- he tries so hard to be strong, truly a man who makes u believe he has no fear

- jaewon has shut down, he’s done w/ performing and now i feel like jihyun kinda puts on this overly confident idgaf act to seem more unbothered and brave than he actually feels ????????????? (another kind of parallel, of jihyun and jaewon swapping places in a sense) ((but then again, after what jihyun went through, his idgaf attitude is so valid))

- this constant mention of someone dying and the duality of its usage is sure interesting

- sajangnim ily 💞

- aeri ily 💞

- joonpyo ily 💞

- eunji is so embarrassing she’s kinda pitiful actually

- i get what they wanted to say w/ the presentation scene but i don’t get why they had to say it that way though

- some1 pls give park taehyung his daesang my lil meow meow has worked so hard (he feels so good to stand on the moral high ground, to be the victim it’s ridiculous)

- i just love that after 6 years of sincere friendship, he’s still ‘park taehyung’ in jaewon’s phone meanwhile i bet my two cents (so everything i have) that jihyun was just ‘jihyun’ from the get-go

- im in love with the disciplinary hearing scene’s blocking and colours, jaewon surrounded by deep blue from all sides and jihyun standing before him, standing up for him. he is the watershed, smack in the middle, being a buffer between jaewon and taehyung (from the side) but also between jaewon and the committee (from the front). jihyun wears earth colours, he’s like an island in that scene, a refuge and a destination for jaewon currently being tossed around in the middle of the sea

- the translation of jihyun saying he wants to fix jaewon’s wounds seemed off to me bc when does he even say wounds???? so i went back and checked it again and what he says can actually be interpreted differently: what jihyun wants to fix is jaewon always trying to look like a strong person (even when he’s hurting) and that makes much more sense than the i want to fix him kinda line in the translation

- joonpyo my boy 😚🦄🌸🌺💐🌈🎀💞💗💝💘💖

- everything about this shot

#cant believe next week will be the end #but then theres the film version to wait for #the eighth sense #여덟 번째 감각 #ep rundown

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A Moment Changes Everything

Pairing: EddieMunsonxReader

Request: I had one in mind where reader and Eddie are about to face the bats with Dustin and they are dating and she's the Byers sister too but she decided to go to California to help the others and her and Eddie say goodbye and promise to see each other soon and she hears Eddie died but when she comes back they find out he's in the hospital alive and when he is healed and back at her house she cries and they comfort each other and when the entire gang decided to celebrate they go to the beach in California and they know Eddie is gonna propose and he foes om the beach with everyone and later they are together and make love and after that they talk about the future in bed? :)

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“Shit,” muttered Eddie, grasping your hands like a vice in his large ones, so tight his rings were digging into your skin, but you didn’t care. “I hate this.”

“I know. Me too,” you said softly, blinking back the tears that had been threatening to fall since you’d made your decision yesterday and booked a flight to California. When your mom chose to move, you had begged her to let you finish your senior year, not wanting to leave your boyfriend and all your friends. You’d hoped it might actually be a normal year but you should have known better. “But Will is my brother, and he’s in trouble…again. And Jonathan and El…Eddie, I have to help them.”

“I know. I understand why but that doesn’t mean I have to like it,” Eddie replied, each word coming out choked with tears that hadn’t yet fallen but broke your heart just the same. “I can’t lose you, princess. I hate the thought of you going halfway across the country to face this thing without me.”

“You’re going to be facing this thing without me, too,” you countered. “Do you think I love the idea of you and Dustin facing those demon bats? Do you think I love the idea of Steve, Robin, and Nancy going into that house to face Vecna himself? I don’t. I hate it, but this is what we do. It’s what we’ve done ever since my brother disappeared. We step up, we look out for each other, and we kick evil’s ass.”

A harsh laugh rose up from Eddie as he shook his head, “This shit is insane. I still can’t believe there is a whole other dimension with monsters and bad shit. I can’t believe that you’ve been fighting this shit for three years. When you told me…Will, the mall fire…I mean, this is Hawkins. Nothing happens in this shithole.”

“Well, this is happening,” you stated. “Eddie, we have to do this. We have to take down Vecna so he can’t hurt anyone else and we have to clear your name.”

“Yeah,” he scoffed,eyes dropping to the ground, “fat chance there. This whole town has already convicted me. I’m a devil worshiping freak, remember?”

“Hey,” you protested, taking his chin in your hand and lifting his eyes to yours. Those soft pools the color of the Earth peeked at you through his mess of hair, so sad, so full of anguish, that it almost caused you to change your mind and your plan. But no, you had to do this. When Will called, you couldn’t tell him no. Your little brother needed you, your mom was in Alaska for a work conference, and you weren’t letting him face the bastard who’d been tormenting him for years without you. “Eddie, you are a freak. You’re my freak and I adore you. You are unapologetically you and I love that about you. You don’t walk around, pretending to be something, pretending to fit into some tidy little box, just to make people happy. Fuck all these townies. Who cares what they think. We are going to clear you name and then you and I are going to start our lives.”

“Promise?” he asked, hands coming to your hips and pulling you against him. “Promise that you’re coming home? Promise that you’ll always be my girl?”

“I promise,” you assured him, the easiest promise you’d ever made. “There is no one but you. I am coming home to you when this is all over. Promise me that you’ll be careful and you’ll make it out of this thing in one piece, okay? No crazy hero antics.”

“Princess, look at me,” Eddie said with a small smile. “I am no hero.”

“You’re my hero,” you argued, pulling down the neck of your shirt to show the angry red bite mark you still had. “If you hadn’t been there with that oar, this could have gone a whole lot differently. Don’t sell yourself short, Munson. You dove right into that lake with the rest of us. You’re brave. You just don’t like people to know it.”

“I only dove in because you did, you asshole,” he snorted. “I couldn’t let you swim off to save Steve and die or something.”

“But that’s my point. You could have stayed in the boat and let us handle it, but you didn’t. You dove in because someone you care about was in trouble.”

“No,” he said slowly, his tongue darting out to run along his bottom lip, back and forth, back and forth, just like it always did when he was deep in thought or on edge. “I dove in because…” Eddie paused, meeting your eyes with his own, “someone I love was in trouble.”

Your breath caught at his words. Had he really just said that? You and Eddie had been dating for a year now and you’d known how you felt about him six months ago but had been terrified to be the first to say it. What if it scared him away? But if finding out the Upside Down exists, that the mall fire was actually a giant body part goo monster, and that you’ve battled misshapen dogs with flowers for faces hadn’t scared him away, then nothing could, right?

“You love me?” you asked hesitantly, needing verification that you’d heard what you’d thought you’d heard.

“Yeah, I do,” Eddie nodded, swallowing so hard you could see his Adam’s apple bob with the force. “Look, you don’t have to say it back. I just needed to tell you before…you know.” There went that tongue again. “Anyway, I’m not just saying it because we could die. I mean, I am, but I mean it. I really fucking mean it, sweetheart. I’ve loved you from the moment you hit my van in the school parking lot. I was so pissed and then you stepped out of the car and it was like…bam, heart gone. I just, I didn’t want to scare you off by being too aggressive. I mean, who thought love at first sight was real, right? Like, that’s some bullshit that…”

“Eddie,” you said, cutting off his nervous rambling, taking his face in your hands. “I love you too.”

“Really?” he asked tentatively, one side of his mouth curving into a hopeful smile. “You’re not saying that because I said it?”

“No, you doofus,” you laughed. “I love you. So, you have to stay alive, okay? This isn’t some dumbass movie where they finally admit their feelings and then the worst happens. I want my future with you. So, you better be careful.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he nodded. “This isn’t goodbye. This is see you soon.”

Then he pulled you in, pressing his lips to yours in a kiss that felt very much like a goodbye. You pushed the thought away, telling yourself it was going to be fine. You’d fought these monsters before and you always won. You tried not to think about those who didn’t make it out because that wasn’t going to happen this time. Everything was going to be okay.

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“Is it over?” you asked, your eyes darting to your brother, Jonathan’s, as El clung to Mike, soaked from the sensory deprivation bath you’d made her in the deep freezer.

“No idea,” he admitted, eyes wide, shaking his head.

Mike helped El climb out of the freezer and you grabbed a blanket and wrapped it around the shivering girl’s shoulders. She looked so small and frail in this moment but you knew she was anything but. This girl was a force, a damn superhero. You knew when you’d spoken to Jonathan a few days ago that El was your best shot at defeating this bastard once and for all. You just hoped she’d succeeded, having no idea what had happened in her mind fight with Vecna.

“Man, that was the craziest shit I have ever seen,” Argyle announced. “You were all shaking and the lights were flickering. Did you kick his ass? Is he gone?”

El’s eyes met yours and you knew something had gone wrong, something had gone horribly wrong. Her eyes should have shown relief, a sense of victory, but all you saw was despair, pain, and regret. Dropping to your knees in front of you, you took El’s hands, warming them with your own, needing to know what she knew.

“El…what happened?”

Her eyes brimmed with tears as she looked at each of you in turn, “I…he’s weak, but he’s not gone. Max…he got Max before I could stop him. I let him overpower me and Max is really hurt. I don’t know if she’s okay.” El paused, pressing her lips together, and then she was holding your hands, she was comforting you instead of the other way around and it felt like ice water had been poured down your spine. “I am so sorry. I saw…everything he was doing. He showed me all our friends, the way he was hurting them. Most of them got out okay but Eddie…” She stopped, one hand coming to cup your cheek. “I am so sorry. Eddie didn’t make it. He…”

You snatched your hands from her, falling backward onto your butt, shaking your head to clear away the words she’d just spoken. No. You couldn’t believe it. You wouldn’t believe it. Eddie couldn’t be gone. It wasn’t possible. He’d promised he’d see you again. You’d promised. You and him were supposed to graduate and start your life together. He couldn’t be gone.

“No…no…” you mumbled over and over.

“He fought so hard. He helped save the others. He was a hero but the bats…there were too many and he…”

“Stop!” you screamed, covering your ears with your hands. “Shut up! Just stop!”

“Hey,” Jonathan said softly, kneeling next to you, placing his hands on your shoulders.

“Don’t touch me! No! You say friends don’t lie but you’re lying!” you yelled and then a sound clawed its way up from your throat, a desperate scream that tore from you. Your body was ripping apart, pieces of you being shred away and you couldn’t do this. You couldn’t be here with these people anymore. These people who couldn’t understand, would never understand, who barely even knew him.

“I am so sorry, but just try to take some deep breaths and calm down,” Will pleaded, dropping to your other side.

The world was closing in on you. You grasped at your shirt, unable to breathe, a noose tightening around your neck, your heart in a vice that was squeezing until it was fracturing into tiny pieces. You leapt up from the floor and ran from the pizza place, having no idea where you were going, not even caring, just knowing you had to get away. You had to get away from those words.

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You sat in silence in the back of the Surfer Boy Pizza van as the others talked. It had been a long road trip from California to Indiana but everyone was desperate to get home and see the faces of those they loved, to prove to themselves that they were alright. You wanted that too but it felt like a punch to the gut every single time you remembered that the face you ached to see the most wouldn’t be there.

You had been driving straight through, Jonathan and Argyle taking turns napping in the back of the van. They hadn’t asked you to drive, which was fine with you. You weren’t sure you could focus enough to get everyone there safe. Mike had tried calling every time you had stopped for restroom breaks or food but it was always a busy signal, like the lines were down. If El’s visions were correct, Hawkins was in bad shape.

Jonathan and Will had taken turns trying to talk to you but you simply kept your gaze focused out the window. You knew your brothers meant well. They didn’t want to see you hurting. They only wanted to make you feel better but there was nothing anyone could do, nothing anyone could say. Your grief was a gaping chasm, swallowing you whole and no one could stop it.

You closed your eyes, those warm brown eyes, the color of the Earth that nurtures new life, the color of a warm cup of soothing tea, the color of melted chocolate, instantly popping into your vision. You squeezed your eyes tighter, swallowing down the lump of tears that were lodging in your throat. How could you face another sunrise knowing you wouldn’t see his face? How could you face another sunset knowing his arms wouldn’t be there to hold you while you slept? You couldn’t. This wasn’t life…this was mere existence.

“Holy shit,” you heard Jonathan say from the driver’s seat.

Slowly opening your eyes, you took in the sight of car after car heading in the opposite direction, away from Hawkins, away from the hell on Earth that this place had become. Jonathan turned into town and your jaw dropped, eyes widening, a knot forming in your gut at the sight of your home. The library was destroyed, appearing as if a flaming sword had cleaved it in two. The streets were rubble, power lines down, emergency crews blocking off everything. You saw people standing in line outside of the school, looking for shelter. It was a national disaster of epic proportions and no one knew the real reason why.

“Damn…this place is crispy fried,” Argyle commented, turning his head to take in the sights.

Jonathan headed toward the Wheeler’s, where everyone usually congregated in the hopes your friends would be there. As a familiar head of curly hair came into view, a small sob erupted from within you. Dustin had always been your favorite of Will’s friends and he was the whole reason you and Eddie had become a couple. Jonathan laid on the horn, the now familiar tune playing and catching everyone’s attention.

They all turned, identical looks of confusion on their faces. Until you parked and started to climb out. Then those confused faces became relieved faces, smiles breaking out. The Hawkins crew raced forward, everyone embracing each other in relief. You stood back by the van, unsure what to do with yourself. You were so happy to see so many of them were okay but unable to join in.

Dustin glanced over Mike’s shoulder to you, his brow furrowing in concern. He walked over, pulling you into an embrace and all those tears you’d been fighting back came pouring out. He had to be just as brokenhearted as you were, having loved Eddie almost, if not just as much as you did.

“Whoa, hey, Mike said you guys are all okay,” Dustin said softly, his hand rubbing your back gently. “Did something else happen?”

“El…Eddie…she saw…bats…” you choked, incapable of getting completely thoughts out. “I can’t…oh god…Dustin…”

His hands gripped your shoulders, holding you at arm’s length, “Hey, it’s okay. I mean, yeah, he did get attacked by bats in the Upside Down but he…” Dustin paused. “Shit, you don’t know…”

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You paused outside the hospital room, placing your hand on the wall for support. You’d just spent the last two days thinking he was gone. When Dustin told you that he’d survived, your heart had swelled with joy and then your entire body deflated with a relief that had your knees buckling, hitting the ground. Dustin said he was alive but in pretty bad shape and you had no idea what that meant. You tried to mentally prepare yourself for what you were about to see but how could you prepare yourself when you had no idea what to expect?

“Hey, it’s okay,” Dustin assured you, taking your hand in his own. “I’m going to be with you the whole time, okay?”

You nodded, inhaling through your nose and slowly releasing it through your lips. The two of you passed through the doorway and an animalist keening rose from within you at the sight before you. Dustin wrapped his arm around your waist, helping to steady you as he guided you toward the bed.

“I know. It looks bad. He…he hasn’t woken up yet,” Dustin said softly, his voice choked with emotion. “But he’s Eddie. He’s stubborn as hell. He’s going to pull through this. I know he is.”

The words would not come. You couldn’t respond as you took in the sight of the man you loved more than anything in the world laying in the bed in front of you. His neck, shoulder, torso, and legs were covered in bandages. He was hooked up to a ventilator to help him breathe.

“He was so damn brave. I mean stupid as shit, but brave. He cut the sheet and moved the mattress so I couldn’t follow him. He decided to be bait for the bats to give the others more time. I tried to get to him. I jumped through the gate but…I fell and I hurt myself and I just wasn’t fast enough. By the time I got there, Jesus, I thought he was a goner. I’m so sorry I couldn’t get there in time.”

You wrapped your arm around the sweet boy’s shoulders, pulling him into your side, “No, Dustin. You can’t blame yourself. Eddie made a choice and you…jumping through that gate, going after him like that, you were so brave too. Don’t ever think anything different. If you guys hadn’t gone through, none of us might be standing here right now.”

“Yeah, but now Eddie is in this hospital and we don’t know if he’s even going to be okay. Was it even worth it?”

“Of course it was,” you assured him. “Eddie…it’s awful, but so many people would have lost their lives if we hadn’t done what we did. It was the only option. None of us could have lived with ourselves if we had let Vecna win.”

Dustin nodded and you slowly released him, going to sit on the edge of Eddie’s bed. Your finger gently traced along his nose, his cheekbones, those beautifully full lips. He had to be okay. He just had to be. You already thought you’d lost him once. The world could not be so cruel as to make you lose him twice. It just couldn’t.

“Eddie, it’s me,” you whispered, your words wracked with sobs. “I’m here, baby. You were so damn brave. I am so fucking mad at you for it but you’re my hero. We won, baby. We won and we never could have done it without you. But I need you to wake up now, okay? I need you to open those sweet brown eyes for me because we have so much still to do together. You promised me, remember? You promised you’d come back and we would start our lives together. I won’t let you out of it. You have to come back to me.”

Dustin’s hand landed on your shoulder, squeezing lightly as you both looked at your favorite person in the world, willing him to wake up. All the monsters, all the fighting, all the bullshit and for what? For you to lose the one person you couldn’t live without? Hadn’t your group lost enough over the last few years? Hadn’t you been through enough pain, enough trauma, for ten lifetimes? This wasn’t fair. This would never be fair. But then that was life, wasn’t it? It kicked you when you were down and it didn’t care how badly it tore you up. Barb, Bob, Billy…it was too much. You couldn’t survive if you lost Eddie too.

“Hey, maybe we should go so you can get some rest,” offered Dustin after what felt like hours of the two of you just anxiously watching Eddie for any change. “You’ve been through hell and you guys drove all the way here from California.”

“No,” you asserted, shaking your head. “No. I am not going anywhere until I know if he’s okay. I’m not leaving him again.”

“Okay, I just…”

Dustin gasped and you followed his line of sight to Eddie. His eyes were blinking open. Your heart seized in your chest as you grasped his hand.

“Eddie?” you asked hopefully.

“Hey princess,” he murmured. “I promised you I’d come back, didn’t I?”

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“Seriously guys, I can walk myself,” grumbled Eddie, slung between Steve and Dustin as they half carried him into the house.

After three weeks in the hospital, he’d finally been released. You’d spent every single day by his side. He wasn’t completely healed. Eddie was going to need some time but he was definitely better, the bites having scarred over, the skin around them tough and jagged. You’d caught glimpses of them here and there but Eddie kept insisting that you leave the room when the nurse came in to change his dressings.

“No can do, man,” Steve stated, waiting for you to open the door before helping him over to the couch and gently easing him back onto it. “The doctor said for you to take it easy.”

“Yeah. Take it easy, not have The Hair and Dusty Bun carry me around everywhere like I’m some damn invalid,” he huffed, glaring at the two guys standing in front of him. “My wounds are all healed. Yeah, I’m a little slow still but I can walk around on my own.”

“Maybe, but…look, you saved our asses down there,” Steve explained. “You saved my ass. You’ve been so hard on yourself for running after Chrissy but anyone would have done the same thing in your situation. And there was nothing you could have done for her. But when it came time, you stepped up. You’re a goddamn hero, man. You risked your life to help the rest of us without a second thought.”

Eddie swallowed hard before his eyes met Steve’s, “Thanks man, but I didn’t do anything the rest of you wouldn’t have done.”

“Maybe, but you still did it. You told me when you see danger you turn heel and run but that’s not what you did. Yeah, you ran. You ran right into the danger.”

“It’s not that big of a deal, seriously. I didn’t do anything really except be a midnight snack for a bunch of bloodsuckers,” muttered Eddie, rubbing his forehead with his fingers. You could see how tired he was just from the ordeal of getting discharged and home and Dustin picked up on it as well.

“Alright, how about we go?” Dustin offered, giving Steve a look to let him know it was time to let Eddie relax. “You enjoy getting to be home and get some rest. We��ll check in tomorrow, okay?”

“Yeah, man, fine.”

You walked Dustin and Steve to the door, thanking them both for all their help. Eddie’s room had been filled with a constant procession of friends coming and going. Uncle Wayne had spent every minute off work sitting with you by Eddie’s side, so relieved to see his nephew with his eyes open, to hear the doctors say he was going to come through okay.

Closing the door behind them, you made your back to Eddie, sitting on the couch next to him, curling your legs up under you. You propped your arm on the back of the couch, staring at him, something you found yourself doing a lot these past few weeks. It was like your eyes had to verify that he was really there, he was really okay, and this wasn’t all some fever dream you'd concocted out of desperation.

“Sweetheart, why are you staring at me?” Eddie asked, his head tilted back, eyes closed, yet still somehow knowing.

“I just…I need to…I don’t know…I’m sorry…” you whispered, squeezing your eyes shut, willing the tears to stay away. You’d done so well keeping them under control these last few weeks but now they were threatening to pour from you as everything hit you all at once.

“Whoa,” Eddie said, lifting his head to look at you in concern. “What is it, princess? What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. I’m sorry. I’m being stupid.” You stood up, needing to do something to keep you busy so you wouldn’t fall apart in front of him. “Are you hungry? Thirsty? I can make you a sandwich or some eggs or…”

“Hey.” He reached for your hand, pulling you down into his lap. Those large hands cupped your face, bare of rings as they had to be removed at the hospital. “I’m good, okay? You’re not being stupid. You’re the smartest person I know…well, besides maybe Henderson but he makes all of us look like morons. Tell me why you’re so upset.”

“I thought I lost you,” you choked out. “El saw you. Vecna showed her and she told me you were gone. I spent two days thinking you were gone. It was…” You shook your head, closing your eyes.

Eddie pulled you into his chest, his arms coming around you tightly and you melted against him, needing the comfort that only his body could provide. Your own arms wound around him, crushing your bodies together, unable to get close enough and then you felt it. His body shaking beneath you as sobs took him over. The two of you sat like that, holding each other, crying, releasing all the fear and pain together.

“I thought I was gone too,” he admitted. “Jesus Christ. Your face…” Pulling back, he took your face in his hands again. “This face was the last thing I thought about before everything went dark. All I could think was that I was never going to see this beautiful face again. I was never going to kiss those lips again. I wasn’t going to get to spend the rest of my life with you and I wasn’t going to keep my promise. I…baby, I am so sorry. I wanted to keep my promise.”

“And you did,” you told him, “you’re here. You came back to me. I just…I don’t know how I would survive without you. It was like this black hole of nothingness when I thought. I just couldn’t…I…”

Then you were pressing kisses all over his face, kisses that were full of need and love and reassurance. Reassurance that he was here, that you were together, that everything was going to be okay.

“You’re still mine,” you said softly, pressing your lips to his. “You’re always mine.”

“Always,” Eddie agreed, his lips meeting yours with the same intense need but then he let out a yelp of pain and you darted off of him. “Hey, it’s okay. I’m okay…damn…” He held his side gently, grimacing.

“Shit, I am so sorry.”

“No, don’t be sorry. I want you, princess. I want you so bad but I don’t think I’m up for it yet.”

“That’s okay.” You climbed back onto the couch, next to him, gently easing his head down against your chest. “We don’t have to rush anything. I am just happy to have you home with me. I am just happy to have you here.”

“Hey, if it means I get to spend the next few days right here, with my face pressed against your boobs, I am more than happy.”

You snorted, rolling your eyes, “Leave it to you to ruin the sweet moment.”

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“This was the perfect idea,” Robin exclaimed, holding her arms out to her side as she spun in the sand. “I needed this. Sun, sand, ocean…we all deserve this after all the shit we’ve dealt with this past couple of years.”

“I agree,” Steve added. “We have more than earned a relaxing vacation and some fun in the sun.”

You closed your eyes, soaking in the warmth of the sun as it enveloped your body like a warm hug. All of you had decided that you needed a break from the trauma and the horror that had become your life. Argyle had recommended that you all head out to California to visit him for a week or two and you’d jumped at the chance. Between Eddie’s van and Steve’s car, you had all made it and standing here, staring out at the ocean, at all the people you loved laughing and splashing and having fun, you didn’t think there could be a more perfect moment than this.

“Hey there beautiful.” Two arms slid around your waist from behind and you melted against him, so very grateful for the ability to do so, remembering how close you’d come to losing the chance to ever be in his arms again. Eddie’s lips grazed your jaw before he propped his chin on your shoulder.

“Are you heading into the ocean?” you asked, laughing as you watched Dustin, Mike, Lucas, and Will playing a game of chicken in the waves.

“Me? Nope. Absolutely not.”

You spun in his arms, lopping yours around his neck. You knew exactly why he was so against going in the water as he stood there, in the warm California sun, in jeans and his three quarter sleeve Hellfire tee. Eddie had been self conscious ever since the attack. His torso, arms, neck, and legs were covered in scars, a road map to the battle he’d won.

The first time you tried to be intimate, he hesitated, which was so unlike Eddie who jumped at any opportunity to get you naked. You’d worried that his feelings for you had changed in some way with everything the two of you had been through. He had the all clear from the doctor, he was feeling way better, and you couldn’t understand why he wasn’t jumping at the chance for sex. It was so out of character for your horndog boyfriend. You’d quickly pulled your shirt over your head, embarrassed and mortified that he was turning you down.

Things were awkward for a couple weeks after that. He hesitated to touch you. He tensed up whenever you touched him. Finally, you exploded, screaming that if he wanted to break up with you then he needed to just say it because you couldn’t keep walking around just waiting for him to shatter you into pieces.

Eddie had been shocked and immediately began backpedaling and apologizing, assuring you that was the last thing he wanted. It took a lot of urging and demanding on your part, but he finally told you that he was scared for you to see him because he looked like a monster now. He shattered your heart anyway with his words but for an entirely different reason. You couldn’t believe that he would think your love for him was so shallow that something like scars would matter to you and you told him so. You told him those scars were badges of courage and he should never be ashamed of them. Eddie had gotten past it with you, but he still didn’t like anyone else to see and you decided this perfect day on the beach was not the time to push it.

“Okay,” you replied, pressing your lips to his, “then what would you like to do?”

“I know exactly what I would like to do.”

“Oh yeah?” you asked, assuming you knew where this was going.

“Yeah.” He cleared his throat and his tongue darted out, running back and forth across the corner of his mouth.

“Eddie, are you okay?” you asked and then your eyes went wide as you realized that all of your friends had gathered around you in a circle. “Okay. What the hell is going on?”

“Princess, you asked me not too long ago if I wanted to end things with you,” Eddie began and your heart stuttered in your chest, wondering where this was going. He wouldn’t possibly break up with you in front of everybody, would he? “I told you that was the last thing I wanted and it’s true. I don’t…Jesus, I can’t ever be without you. You are absolutely everything to me. I almost lost you because of…well, you know. Anyway, I don’t ever want to lose you. I don’t ever want to be without you. I,uhh…fuck. I’m so bad at this shit.” He reached into his pocket, pulling out a silver ring with a small green gemstone in the center and your eyebrows creased in confusion until he dropped to the sand on one knee.

“Oh shit…oh god…” you mumbled, staring at him in disbelief.

“Sweetheart, I love you so much. Like, I love you more than I have ever loved anything. I might love you more than anyone has ever loved anything. I know we’re young but I know I want you, forever. Will you marry me?”

Your breath caught in your throat as you stared down into his hopeful eyes, gazing up at yours. Your friend stood silent, still as statues as they waited for your answer. Tears filled your eyes and all you could do was nod, incapable of speaking.

“Yes?” asked Eddie hesitantly.

“Yes!” you shrieked, lunging and knocking him back onto the sand. Falling on top of him, you peppered his face with kisses and he laughed. “Yes! I love you so much. I want you forever. Yes I’ll marry you.”

All your friends cheered, Dustin the loudest of them all, screaming and jumping in the sand. But you couldn’t hear any of it because all you were focused on was the feel of Eddie’s lips on yours and the knowledge that he was going to be yours forever.

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“My future wife,” Eddie murmured against your skin, lips trailing over your stomach, his fingers moving your shirt higher and higher. “My bride.” Hot, wet kisses across your breasts, his tongue leaving a blazing wet trail over your nipples as he flicked his tongue over them before pulling them between his lips, one and then the other. “Mrs. Munson…shit, I could get used to that.”

“Mmm, me too,” you purred, lost in the feel of his lips exploring every inch of skin as his fingers exposed it. Now he was moving over your shoulder, down your arm, over your hip, hands pulling your panties down as those lips moved along your pubic bone.

“Mine,” he growled, his tongue licking a strip from your entrance up to your clit. “Forever mine now.”

“Always yours,” you gasped, fingers tangling in his waves, pressing yourself against him. His tongue teased your entrance, his nose running over your clit, the combined sensation had you writhing, rolling yourself into him. “Only yours…”

“That’s right,” he rumbled, his tongue running over the length of you before pulling your clit between his lips. “Fuck princess. I am the luckiest bastard in the world.”

You felt like you were the luckiest person in the world as he pressed his middle finger into you, curling, searching, until it found exactly what it was looking for, causing you to cry his name as your hips bucked up off the bed. Eddie’s other hand pressed against your stomach, holding you down on the bed as his tongue rolled around your clit. He added another finger and you moaned, pressing your hips down against his hand as you raced quickly toward release.

“Eddie, don’t stop. Oh Jesus, baby, yes…right there,” you managed, gasping between each word, your body completely outside of your control as his fingers and tongue worked you expertly.

He groaned in appreciation, the vibrations sending you over the edge. Your body trembled but he never let up, working you through the waves of pleasure that sent you helplessly out to sea, shaking, eyes rolling back, helpless whimpers falling from your lips.

Eddie kissed his way back up your body, eyes holding yours as he grabbed a condom, sliding it over his length. He guided himself to your entrance with one hand, the other cradling the back of your neck. He pushed into you slowly until he bottomed out within you as he pressed his lips to yours and you squeaked in pleasure at the feel of your bodies joining together.

“I love you so goddamn much,” he whispered, pressing his forehead against yours, his body still, just relishing the feel of being completely surrounded by you. “I can’t wait to start my life with you.”

“Me too,” you sighed, eyes rolling back as he slowly began to rock his hips, pulling out until just the tip of him remained and then pressing back into you in long, slow thrusts. “I love you more than I’ve ever loved anything in my life.”

Eddie’s arms came around you, cradling you to him as your bodies moved together. You rocked your hips forward as he did, meeting his thrusts each time, until you both couldn’t take the slow pace anymore. He buried his face against your neck as he plunged into you more frantically, the bed rocking along with the two of you.

“Fuck sweetheart, I’m close,” he growled against your ear.

“Come for me baby,” you urged, hands gripping his ass, rocking against him with an urgent need.

“Oh shit!” he cried out, bucking against you and then stilling as he reached his own climax. His body shuddered above you, pitiful moans rumbling out of him, and you wrapped your arms around him, holding him to you until it subsided. “Jesus…” he muttered, slowly pulling from you, removing the condom and tossing it in the trash can before collapsing next to you, resting his head on your chest.

“I can’t believe we get to do that for the rest of our lives,” you sighed happily, your hand running gently over his hair.

“Every damn day,” he stated, nipping playfully at your shoulder. “Even when we’re old. I am making you mine every single day for the rest of our forever.”

“Sounds like bliss. So…” Eddie stilled, looking up at you, his eyebrows raised curiously. “I know you proposed and everything but did you plan on us having a long engagement? I mean, we are young so I would understand.”

“Shit, no,” he laughed, propping himself on his elbow, trailing the back of his hand down between your breasts and along your stomach. “I want to marry you as soon as possible but I know it will probably take you a while to plan a big wedding.”

“Big?” you asked, shaking your head. “No. I don’t need anything big. I just want to marry you. I don’t want to go into debt to do it. I would marry you in a damn shack.”

“While I appreciate the sentiment, princess, I am not marrying you in a shack.”

“Okay. What about the beach?” “You mean the lake at home?” he asked, wrinkling his nose.

“No…” you said slowly. “What about the beach here in California?”

“You want to come back here?”

“No. I was thinking…what if we got married on this trip?”

Eddie’s brow furrowed further, “Isn’t that kind of fast? I mean, don’t

you need a dress and flowers and shit?”

“No. All I need is you. I mean, all our friends are here with us. We’re on a beach in California. Can you think of a more perfect place?”

“No. I guess not. But princess, what about when we get home? I don’t even have a job. Hawkins gave me a diploma just to cover their own asses after the whole town accused me of a murder I didn’t commit. I mean…”

You took his face in your hands, “We’ll figure all of that out. None of that matters. The rest will fall into place. All we need is us.”

“Are you sure?” he asked.

“Eddie, I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life but if you’re not, then we can wait a while.”

“Sweetheart, I would marry you this very second if that’s what you want,” Eddie replied, his hands taking yours, thumbs running over the backs. “When I think about the future, the only thing I am sure about is that I want you in it.”

“Me too. So, let’s do this and then figure out the rest of it together.”

He smiled, his lips finding yours in a sweet, gentle kiss, “Alright. Let’s do this. Let’s get married.”

“I can’t wait to make you mine.”

“Darling, I’m already yours,” he grinned, pulling you down to the bed again in a kiss that held all the promise of tomorrow and every day after that.

#eddie munson #eddie munson smut #stranger things eddie #eddie the banished #eddie munson fic #eddie munson x reader #smut requests #request #eddie munson x you

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daughterofthereaper02 · 2 years

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Happily Ever After

Pairing: Jake Seresin x F! Reader

Summary: Growing up through the years with Jake Seresin, you were the unlikeliest of best friends. Sometimes those are the best though... Right?

Request: Could you write something with Jake and reader? Maybe using this one "I intend to live happily ever after". I don't wanna bad ending but I believe you hehe.

You stared down at Jake as he knelt on one knee in front of you, “Marry me, Y/n? So I can give you your happily ever after?” He asked, big green eyes looking up at you. “Yes! Yes!” You told him, tears in your eyes.

As he slipped the ring on your finger, you couldn’t help but think back to the younger versions of yourselves. The ones where you would always bicker as little kids, putting up with each other and being the others person.

“Jake! Come on! Just do it!” Seven year old you whined. Seven year old Jake pouted, “I don’t want to!” he huffed, crossing his arms. “Jake, just do it,” His mom chuckled, the photographer getting impatient. Your moms got together for official photos and the photographer proposed you both in photos together, only one or two but they loved the idea. His mom joked about Jake fake proposing just to annoy your father about ‘his little girl growing up’ and your mom ran with the idea. You were tugging uncomfortably at the dress you were wearing and Jake didn’t look too much more comfortable. He got down and fake proposed, both of you smiling when told to.

As soon as it was over, you both ran off to play, ignoring your moms protests. He tugged you along, “I want to play airplanes!” he laughed and you yelled happily. You both wanted to fly planes when you were older. “This is going to be my happily ever after like a princess! But planes!” you said happily.

Jake pulled you in for a kiss, “Not the happily ever after you expected growing up, huh?” he chuckled. “It’s better,” you whispered.

You threw yourself onto Jake's bed with a groan, both of you fourteen now. “Why can’t I get my happily ever after?” You sighed, Jake looking down at you. “Hello to you too, Princess. What happened now?” he asked, putting down his magazine. You ignored him, “Dating you would be so much easier! Its not ‘Oh well you spend too much time with your best friend’ or ‘You shouldn’t join the Navy!’ I mean really! You don’t try to change me. And when they seem fine, they cheat,” you huffed. Jake just raised a brow, “All done there, Princess?” he asked and you nodded, “Sorry. Jackson cheated and this time it was cause I went to dinner with your folks instead of going to a party with him..” You rolled your eyes. “You’ll find that person someday, it will just take time,” he grinned.

You picked up the magazine, “Meanwhile, you’re reading this shit,” you snorted, looking a the half naked women, “Do you have any decency?” You joked. “Hey! You burst into my room! And it’s not my fault I enjoy women,” he chuckled, pushing you off the bed, making you groan.

You laughed as it began to rain, Jake pulling you inside to The Hard Deck, everyone cheering as they saw the ring on your finger.

“Prom sucks,” Jake told you, looking pissed after his girlfriend just kissed another guy, specifically your date. It didn’t affect you that much because you were only going out for a week. You stopped Jae from starting a fist fight though, reminding him of the consequences. You were both at your senior prom, only months from leaving for the academy. “Let’s get out of here then,” you grinned, pulling him up. “What? I thought you wanted to dance?” He asked, letting you tug him out. “We will! Just back at my place,” you smiled.

You kicked off the heels your mom made you wear and laughed as Jake refused to give you the keys. You turned the radio on as loud as possible, singing along to it happily. When you got to your house, it was empty like normal and you pulled Jake to your bedroom. You grabbed your favorite record, “Dance with me?” you winked, He shook his head and happily began to dance with you, the rain starting to pour outside. “Maybe this whole dating thing is useless.” he sighed, spinning you. “I still intend to live happily ever after, Seresin,” you grinned.

“Look what’s engraved in it,” Jake whispered, dancing with you in the middle of the bar. ‘Live Happily Ever After’ was on the band, “Jake...” you whispered, looking at him with teary eyes. He just kissed you sweetly and you smiled.

“How are you friends with that man whore!?” Your temporary WSO yelled at you. “Hangman? He isn’t that bad,” you rolled your eyes, playing pool with a guy called Rooster. “Just have to get to know him... and not sleep with him,” you laughed. Rooster rolled his eyes, “He is a pain in the ass and a risk,” he snorted. Your eyes flashed to him, “Watch your tone, Chicken. I put up with a lot of shit y’all say about him but when it isn’t training, he would never put someone at risk,” you said, you voice ice cold. “He is a man whore but he is my man whore so watch your tongue. After all, you just run out of fuel,” you told him, walking away.

You went and turned on Slow Ride and Jake found you immediately, “Your man whore, huh?” He laughed. You patted his cheek, “Who else would put up with you and your lovely choices?” you joked. “You just need to find your person-” “And live happily ever after, I know,” he smiled. You gasped, “So you do listen!?” and groaned as he slapped the back of your head.

“Congrats you two,” All of your friends from the Dagger Squad grinned. “So... you both never told us how you started to date?” Fanboy said. Rooster started laughing, “Well, he has always been her man whore,” he joked, glad you three were actually friends now. “But we started dating after TOPGUN. One too many drinks and sleeping together made us realize we were madly in love,” Jake shrugged. You gave him a dead look, “No. He was jealous, and confessed after drinks.” you told them. Jake and you both remembered it vividly.

“Another date? Really?” Jake huffed as you got ready, ditching him. “Yes. I want to live my life, Jake. What is so hard to believe!?” You asked, your heart aching as you thought he didn’t share the feelings you did. You yanked the bottle out of his hands, “You’re going to drink yourself into an early grave if you keep that up,” you sighed. “Give it back!” he whined, “Not until you tell me what is wrong,” you said, holding it away. He was barely buzzed but it gave him the courage, “I am in love with you, okay!? I have been for years but the stupid Chicken made me realize it,” he said. “And I haven’t wanted to ruin anything between us,” he told you. “Jesus, Seresin, you are terrible with emotions,” you said before kissing him. “But you better give me this happily ever after,” you warned. “Like a princess with planes,” he winked.

Everyone was chuckling and Jake grinned pulling out the photo of the fake proposal. “Kinda similar, no?” he asked. “Just happier,” you winked.

#jake seresin #jake hangman seresin #jake hangman seresin x reader #jake seresin x reader #Top Gun #top gun: maverick #top gun maverick #jake 'hangman' seresin x reader #jake 'hangman' seresin #jake seresin imagine

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quinloki · 2 months

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#JFC this is the first time in my life I've been ambushed#wait no second time#that was three guys with bats

HELLO? Story time???

Okay, so I want to start this with, I was neither hospitalized, nor like permanently scarred, and - I guess in true Quin insanity - I ended up with three friends.

Anyway, I lived in what people called a nice neighborhood, it was about as inner city as the small city knew how to get, but it was built up for the big factory boom back in the day. Cookie-cutter houses (meaning they had similar/identical floorplans), schools within easy distance, and a couple small parks scattered around.

This made it easier for workers to get to work, kids to get to school, and there were ample places to chill after school while you waited for dad to get home and dinner to be ready.

Fast forward some decades to my time, and some of the smaller parks were mostly forgotten. Not completely decrepit, but not really used. One of these places was like a block from my house, and when I didn't want to be at home, I'd go walk there.

Anyway, my... 10th? 11th? grade of high school I had a letterman's jacket from my school by then so it wasn't my freshman year, but I put that on and headed down to that park. To get to it from my house you walked through a VERY narrow fenced pathway that was extra dark because of all the trees.

And that's where it happened.

Three guys, I forget if they had bats or pipes, I just remember it was metal. I wanna say aluminum bats, cause our factories weren't metal ones. I took a couple hits, hate to say I did *not* get any licks in, but once I swore it stopped the fight.

These guys were waiting for a guy. 15/16 year old me absolutely did NOT have the voice they were expecting.

It went from an ambush to an impromptu medical questionnaire. I don't think I've had so many apologize to me before or since, honestly. I got a couple gnarly bruises from it, but no concerning swelling, no breaks, etc. We were all pretty buddy buddy by the time all was said and done, and they even walked me back to my house just in case.

One went to school with me, the other two didn't. I didn't ask who they were waiting for, but the why had to do with some guy beating on his girl, who was someone's sister out of the three of them. (I got the why free of charge cause they were apologizing and explaining themselves, like yeah, okay, be bloody sure next time y'all, goddamn.)

I was such a klutz I had bruises and shit all the time, so no one even asked, and none of the hits had been to my face, so /shrug/. We were kind of sort of friends for the rest of the school year, but I couldn't even tell you his name, just that he was a senior at the time.

Far and away it wasn't my only fight, but it was the only one that was so one-sided.

But there you go ^_^

#quin answers #tenzeniths #cw violence

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strangermarvelss · 2 years

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a simple favor- e.m

Pairing: Virgin!Eddie Munson x Virgin!Female!Reader

Summary: you ask eddie to help you out with something, causing him to act different

Warnings: virginity talk, loss of virginity, pretty smutty but no descriptions of the act of sex (still 18+, minors dni or i swear to god), eddie being an absolute charmer as always, reader and eddie have vulgar language, honestly just fluffy fluff

Request: Yes

Word Count: 4.4k

A/N: eddie is 19 turning 20 soon in this fic, reader is 18. it’s kinda inspired by the show awkward, if you understand the reference. but yeah i thought this request was super cute and gives me a nice break from writing some gut wrenching angst that breaks my own heart. enjoy! -sava

You hum along to the quiet sounds of the stereo that plays in Eddie’s room, convincing him to put on your ACDC cassette, much to his protest. He could never really say no to you though, you both being attached to the hip and practically inseparable. Plopping down on his bed, you hold your hand out as Eddie takes a long drag of his joint, passing it along to you as he blows the smoke in your face playfully. With a light shove, you bring it to your lips and inhale the sour drug. You blow the smoke in his face with smirk, him giving you a shove as well.

“That’s some good shit,” you breathe out, sitting back on his bed and resting your head against the wall. Eddie follows suit, his knee pressed against you leg as he rips the joint from your fingers.

“Right? Courtesy of Rick. Man, he never disappoints,” he replies, the rolling paper making contact with his lips once more. You hum in agreement and stare around his room for a moment, taking in all the band posters and the nerdy memorabilia scattered around his messy room. “Last hit, you want it?”

Taking the joint from him once again, you finish it off and sigh in contentment, reaching over his body to squish the bud down into the ashtray he kept on his nightstand.

It was routine for you to hang out at Eddie’s trailer most nights, either getting drunk on cheap beer or smoking a new strain he got from Reefer Rick. The two of you were as thick as thieves since your freshman year, taking solace in the man and the entire Hellfire club when you felt like, as Eddie would normally put it, a lost sheep. He approached you at your lunch table and complimented your combat boots, telling you he wanted a pair like those himself. You spent the rest of the lunch period talking and getting to know the man who you’d soon discover to be your best friend.

Cut to now, you having just entered your first senior year and Eddie beginning his third. You wanted to think him repeating his senior year had something to do with still wanting to be around you all day, but you knew Eddie and his attention span, only wanting to pay attention to things that actually mattered to him. He was quite smart, he just reserved those moments for his true passions in life. But you both agreed this school year would be different. 1986 was going to be his year, and yours as well.

The only problem about making this your year was one tiny detail: you were still a virgin at the ripe age of 18. You knew it could be normal to not having done the deed yet, but a majority of your graduating class and people in grades below you have already done it once, if not multiple times…with multiple partners, which intimidated you. The pressure and conformity that surrounded losing your virginity in high school was strong, but it didn’t bother you all that much. You just wanted to be able to lose it before you graduated. And you thought there was only one man for the job.

Eddie Munson. Your best friend.

You trusted Eddie with every secret and aspect of your lives, the two of you knowing how each other works like the back of your hands. Sure, you’ve had conversations that weren’t a hundred percent appropriate, like what turned each other on and any kinks the two of you might’ve had. But never have either of you expressed an interest in wanting to do it together. Which is why approaching him on the subject always made you feel awkward and ultimately backing out. It didn’t help that you had suspicions that the ‘freak’ of Hawkins had done it before, which would leave him experienced and knowing what to do while you were the opposite…if, of course, he were to agree.

But you wanted it to happen, especially now that you were a senior. And you weren’t going to back out of asking, not this time.

“Eds, I have a super random question,” you blurt out, directing your attention from his poster clad walls to his chocolate brown eyes. He looks at you and raises his eyebrows, the corners of his lips turning upwards a bit and slightly revealing his dimples.

“Sure sweetheart, what’s up?” You let out a breath and look to your lap, the eye contact making it too intimidating.

“So, um, we’re both seniors now, and there’s some stuff that I want to do before I graduate…like a bucket list type of thing,” you begin to explain, your hands moving in all kinds of different directions as you spoke. You watch him nod along.

“And what kinds of things would we find on this list?” He asks you, reaching for his beer and bringing the glass bottle between his pink lips.

“Having sex,” you answer honestly, making him choke on his drink. You readjust your position on the bed and pat his back as he beings a coughing fit. After a few moments, he takes another swig of his beer and breathes out a relaxed sigh, finally cough free.

“Like your first time? That’s awesome, Y/N! Who is the lucky guy you wanna give that precious flower to,” he jokes, wiggling his eyebrows as he begins to nudge your stomach with his boney elbows. You chuckle lightly as you push him playfully, the nerves you were feeling a bit ago starting to settle down.

“See that’s the thing. I want it to be with someone I trust and really know, not some asshole basketball player like Jason Carver,” you begin, snatching the beer from his hands and giving yourself a little liquid courage. Here goes nothing. “so…I was sort of maybe wondering if you would help me out with that…dilemma.”

Eddie’s eyes go wide at your confession, sending a lump straight to your throat. He slowly goes to set down his beer on the nightstand turns back to you, his face full of shock as his mouth hangs open and eyebrows up behind his little fringey bangs. You were beginning to think that asking him was a mistake.

“Y-you want me…to take your v-card?” He asks slowly. You nod and he continues to look confused, running his hand over his face and breathing out.

“I’m sorry, I probably shouldn’t have asked. It’s just that you’re my best friend, and I’m pretty sure you’ve done it before-so you know what you’re doing and I trust you with every other aspect of my life and I just-“ you ramble, but Eddie brings his hand to your mouth and covers it, looking back at you.

“You talk to much for your own good somethings, ya know?” he chuckles, removing his hand. You stare at him for a few moments, not sure of what kind of reaction you were wanting to expect next. “You’re wrong though…about the me doing it before. I’m in the same boat as you.”

“Wait really? I just thought maybe you had, since you’re like a big pervert,” you tease, him shoving you with a laugh.

“Nah, no one wants to sleep with the freak. Well everyone except you,” he turns to you with a smirk. You shake your head and let out a sigh. “I’ll do it though.”

You turn to look back at him, this time you having the wide eyed reaction to his words. He nods and you jump a little, wrapping your arms around him with a squeal leaving your lips. The relief you felt wash over your body soothed the bubbling fear of rejection that had been creeping up your spine since the words left your mouth. Pulling back, you both look at each other with a laugh, your hands going to your lap and playing with them.

“You didn’t mean like…now, did you? Like do we have a timeline?” Eddie asks.

“No! No, not tonight. We don’t even have protection-“ you say, but Eddie is quick to turn away from you and open his nightstand, rummaging through it before shifting back to you, unwinding a string of unopened condom wrappers with a small smirk on his lips. “For a virgin, you’re very prepared.”

“I’m a teenage boy, sweetheart. I’m always fucking prepared,” he explains with a laugh. He puts the condoms back in his nightstand, sliding it closed and bringing the beer bottle to his lips again.

“How about we do it on Friday? After Hellfire? I know it’s weird to like schedule…it, but I feel like that would be a good time,” you suggest. He nods along as he wipes his lips with the back of his hand.

“Yeah, Friday’s good. Are we coming back here, or going to yours…?” He asks again. You thought it was sweet that he wanted to know what you were interested in doing, considering it was his first time too.

“I dunno…I mean I don’t want it to just be some thing we just do to get it over with. I-I wanna remember it,” you say, heat rushing to your cheeks in embarrassment. You hated being corny in any possible way, but when it came to your first time, you always pictured it to be somewhat stereotypical like you would hear the other girls talk about or how you’d see in movies. Eddie’s hands find yours and he holds them for a second, making you look up at him.

“Don’t worry, Y/N. I’m gonna make it special for you. I want you to enjoy yourself. I have an idea, but I’m not saying anything, I gotta keep you on your toes. You said you trust me, right?” You nod in response and he pulls away, hopping off the bed and running towards his dresser. He tosses you one of his Metallica t-shirts and some gym shorts he hardly ever uses and grabs his own pajamas, heading towards the bathroom. Excitement filled your body as you change into your makeshift pajamas, ready to see what the next few days had in store for you.

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Over the past few days, you’ve come to notice Eddie’s new strange behavior. Not necessarily in a bad or negative kind of strange, just a different kind. Even the Hellfire boys have picked up on his behavior and asked you about it, but you had to tell him you had no idea.

Between cooking you breakfast after your sleepovers, instead of tossing a Poptart your way and rushing you out the door, holding the school doors open for you and holding your seat out to you, he’s been so…strange. On top of that, he’s using a sweeter tone with you that you weren’t all that used to hearing, with affectionate actions like holding your hand and rubbing your cheek with the pad of his thumb. It was as if the Eddie you knew had been possessed by a kinder, less theatric version.

The weirdest part of it all? You weren’t complaining, finding an odd amount of comfort in his recent actions.

Pulling open the passenger door to Eddie’s van, you pause as you see the back closed off by a makeshift curtain. Hopping inside, you go to look behind, the curiosity getting the best of you, before a ring clad hand smacks your own. You turn and see Eddie turning the engine on, shaking his head.

“Uh huh, no peaking sweetheart,” he tells you. You turn around and face forward in the seat, grabbing the seatbelt and buckling up for the ride. Eddie still hasn’t told you how tonight would go down, so you were anxious but in all the right ways. You wanted to see what kind of tricks your favorite metalhead had up his sleeve.

The two of you exit the parking lot of Hawkins High and begin your journey towards Eddie’s secret location. Metallica plays throughout the van as Eddie rummages through in his vest pocket, fishing out a neatly wrapped joint and handing it out towards you.

“I’m okay, thanks though,” you tell him, flashing him a small smile. He nods and puts the joint back in the home of his pocket. Your face crumbles in confusion. “You can have it though.”

“Nah, I brought this one for you. ’ncase you were nervous,” he tells you, turning the vehicle down an unpaved path.

“I mean, I am nervous. Just don’t think weed will help me much tonight though,” you tell him. You rub your hands against your jeans, wiping the sweat that suddenly piled up as you could feel the journey coming to an end. With a jerk, the van comes to a stop and you look up out the window. The two of you were at Lover’s Lake, noticing the way the water glistening under the moonlight.

“C’mon, follow me,” Eddie tells you, throwing open the driver’s door and jumping out. You follow his lead and meet him around towards the back of the van. You look around at the woods surrounding you, the nerves sitting at the bottom of your stomach.

“Alright, you can’t make fun of me for this, alright?” He tells you, looking you dead in the eye. You hold your hands up in a surrender pose and watch as he pulls the double doors open, the sight before you quite literally breathtaking.

Four pillows sat pressed against the curtain you tried peaking behind earlier, with fluffy blankets making it into a makeshift bed. You see some snacks, all of your favorites and some of Eddie’s, with a six pack and a boombox sitting on top of the blankets. Above the bed, are some twinkling lights that you see Eddie plug into the cigarette lighter at the front, circling back to you.

You turn to him with wide eyes and a grin plastered on your face. You had no idea Eddie had a cliche, soft side to him, but it really made your heart warm. He did all this for the two of you. He really did want to make it special and memorable.

“When did you-“

“Before Hellfire. Kept the supplies hidden in the drama room since yesterday,” he answers, his hand reaching towards the back of his neck as he kicks his feet against some leaves. You take a seat on the edge, your feet hanging out the van as you look at him.

“And the supplies are from…?” You ask, quirking a brow. His smirk perked up and gestures for you to scoot, coming to sit next to you.

“Rick’s house. Found out he’s in jail again so the place was vacant, but I figured you would want to go fuck in his bed,” he admits. You nod in agreement, scooting yourself backwards so you can lay down on the pillows he has so graciously provided, moving the snacks and drinks to the side in the process. You take your shoes off and slide the curtain aside a little, throwing them in the front to not get anything dirty.

Eddie closes the doors and copies your moments with his shoes, closing the curtain back, as well as the ones on the widows of the back doors and climbs over to lay on the pillows opposite of you, his face inches away from yours.

“Hi,” you let out nervously. He brings a hand up to your face and pushes your hair back, a timid smile creeping onto his face.

“Hi,” he replies.

“I-I’m not sure how to start this, if I’m being honest,” you tell him. He brings his face closer to yours and places a gentle kiss on your forehead, leaning his against it quickly after.

“Me neither, but I think people usually start with a kiss, yeah?” He says. You squirm a bit to get in a better position, bringing your lips to his gently, the two of you moving together as one. His movements are slow as he wraps an arm around your waist, the scent of leather and cigarettes filling your senses.

You can’t believe you’re actually kissing your best friend right now.

Eddie shifts in his place and moves a bit, beginning to hover over top of you as the two of you deepen the kiss. Eddie’s tongue slides past your lips, massaging it with yours sloppily. You run your fingers through his long locks, a quiet moan escaping his lips and vibrating through your mouth. You retreat back briefly, gasping for some air, Eddie doing the same.

“Didn’t know you knew how to kiss like that, Eds. You been practicing on your hand or something?” You chuckle. He lets out a breathy laugh, shaking his head at your antics.

“Not the only action my hand’s been getting,” you reveals, a snort leaving your lips.

“Gross Eds.”

“Eh, you love it though,” he quips back. Before you could reply, his lips are quick to meet yours again, his hands finding purchase on your hips.

You lean up and discard yourself of the denim jacket you always wore, tossing it towards the snacks. Eddies arms lift from your hips and reaches at his own jacket, throwing it on top of yours. Tugging at your Hellfire shirt, you peal it from your form and watch it join the pile. Eddie’s eyes go wide, the eye contact you two were making before gone the instant your bra-covered boobs hit the cool air of his van.

“Holy shit,” he mutters out. You bite your lip and lean in closer to him, breath fanning over his neck the closer you get. “C-can I touch them?”

With a nod, he reaches out and cups your boobs, a whine leaving your lips at the first squeeze. You tug at the hem of his shirt, beginning to feel shy at how exposed you were. He pulls at the back and brings it over his head, the Hellfire shirt joining the rest of the crumpled clothes.

You take a second to admire his physique. Sure, you’ve seen him shirtless around the trailer countless times, thanks to the hot Indiana summer heat, but the circumstances have changed for this particular moment. Involuntarily, you lick your lips, grabbing Eddie by the back of his neck and pulling him now into the position the two of you were in previously.

“Hey, sweetheart. I just want you to know. We’re taking this at your pace. Okay? Say the word. And we’ll stop. O-or we’ll slow things down,” he tells you between kisses. You smile and move his bangs out of the way, getting a better look at his chocolate eyes in the warm lights hovering above you. Removing your hand from his face, you snake them around yourself, struggling a bit to unclasp your bra.

The sound of a snap makes Eddie’s head turn, looking around before your hand finds it way back to his face and shifting his focus down towards you again. Gently, you remove your bra from your body, revealing more and more parts of your body to your best friend that you’d always kept hidden.

His mouth flies open at the sight, hands quickly find their way to the round mounds attached to your chest. He rolls your pert nipples between his corse fingers, a sigh leaving your lips at the cool sensation of his rings lightly brushing against your flesh.

“First pair of boobs meet your expectations, Eds?” You ask, biting your lip to stifle a laugh.

“They’re alright,” he replies, earning a slap to the shoulder from you, the sound much louder now that his shirt was off. He snorts out a laugh and brings his pink lips onto yours again, continuing to kneed your breasts with both hands. Threading your fingers in his hair, you pull him closer to you, the kiss becoming all tongue and teeth. His hot breath against your mouth felt comforting.

“Mm, sweetheart?” Eddie asks, looking at you as you take a quick break. You hum, cocking your brow up at him. “Any chance we could, um, remove some more clothing? No rush, it’s just-my dick is just trapped in a really tight place right now.”

“I mean, it’s about to be somewhere tighter,” you snicker out. He rolls his eyes and gives you a teasing look.

“Now who’s the dirty minded one?”

You fumble for a moment and begin undoing his belt, the clinking sound overtaking the small space of the van. Finally getting it to budge, you pull down his black jeans and your eyes go wide at the tent growing in his blue checkered underwear. Looking up, you catch Eddie’s smirk at your reaction, rolling your eyes as he plays with the loops in your own jeans.

“Can I take these off, sweetheart?” He asks, his beautiful brown eyes looking up at you through his lashes, the most sincere face you’ve ever seen him make staring you down. You undo the button and zipper as you nod, Eddie quick to help you shimmy out of the black denim. Pooling the jeans at your feet, Eddie pushes them to the side where his own sit crumpled in a pile, your baby blue cotton panties now on full display.

Heat creeps up your neck and onto your cheeks as the two of you stare at each other, only one article of clothing away from being completely naked in front of your best friend. It felt weird, you weren’t going to try and deny that. But ultimately, it was comforting. You knew Eddie wasn’t going to judge you, and you wouldn’t judge him. It felt safe, which was the exact feeling you were hoping to achieve.

“Hey, I have an idea,” you say, leaning up on your elbows to look at him. Eddie’s attention slowly fades from your panties, practically tearing himself away from the sight to look at your eyes. “What if-we took these off together? Get all any awkwardness out of the way by taking them off at the same time?”

“Yeah, t-that sounds nice. Count of 3?” he asks. You nod and begin the countdown. The nerves in your stomach were quick to disappear as you both began pulling down your last item of clothing, quickly discarding it into one of the piles you both had made of your clothes. Curiosity getting the best of you, your eyes began their journey down to see Eddie’s…thing.

And holy fucking shit.

You quickly became slack jawed at the sight, your legs closing together and wanting to rethink this entire arrangement. There was no way that thing was going to fit inside you. Eddie notices your facial expressions and brings a hand to your cheek, rubbing his thumb along the smooth skin.

“Don’t be nervous okay? I’m gonna take care of you, I promise,” he reassures you. Smiling up at him, you give him a nod and let out a shaky breath, opening your legs once more and watching Eddie’s motions as he snakes his way down your body, your hands flying to the pillows beneath your head to brace yourself for what was about to happen.

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A tickling feeling pulls you from your sleep, opening your eyes slowly to reveal a bit of sunlight creeping through the small curtains on the backdoors of Eddie’s van. Flipping over, you’re met with the warm welcoming smile of the owner of said van, a smile creeping onto your own lips. His hair was messy, strands flying out left and right and his eyes squinting from waking up as well. You scoot closer to him, laying your head on his pillow with his face just inches from yours now.

“Hey you,” he lets out, the sound of his morning voice going straight to your core. You hum out, stretching your arms out with a yawn.

“Hi,” you say, blinking a few times before connecting your eyes with his once more. Eddie brings his hand up to your face and caresses your cheek, inching his way towards you before pecking your lips.

“How’d you sleep?”

“Pretty good, considering how tired I was from the activities last night,” you quip, sending a smirk his way. He lets out a breathy laugh and beckons you to lay on his chest, which you happily comply with.

“So…did you enjoy it?” He asks, his hand finding yours and playing with your fingers before interlocking them with his. You rise from his chest for a second, flashing him the crazy expression.

“Enjoyed it? Are you kidding? Eds, you made me come twice. Most girls don’t even come once during their first time,” you explain to him. He’s sent into a fit of laughter at your answer, pulling you back into his chest as his mop of curls shakes.

“I’m glad I could be of service, sweetheart,” he tells you, pressing a kiss to your forehead. You wrap your arm around his torso and give him a squeeze, snuggling into the exposed flesh and relishing in the post-sex bliss that still lingered in the air. “Although, I might be bursting this little happiness bubble we have going on here with what I’m about to say.”

“Then don’t say it,” you mumble in his chest.

“I gotta let it out,” he explains, shifting a bit, which sends you retreating from his warmth to meet his gaze. “Pretty sure I realized I loved you when I was balls deep in you last night,” he admits, his eyes going to look at the van that surrounded you to avoid your eyes. Leaning on your elbow, you reach for his chin and direct it towards you, your face scrunched in a fake angry pout. Eddie mouths “what” at you, and you extend your neck up to kiss his lips.

“Pretty sure I fell in love with you last night too…only I realized when your head was between my legs,” you admit yourself. You watch the smile creep onto his face before diving in to crash his lips with yours once more, your hand coming up to rest against his cheek. The two of you break away from one another and let out some giggles, the revelations continuing to settle in.

You can’t believe you’re in love with your best friend. Things between you have always been platonic in your eyes, and you assumed Eddie had seen it that way as well. But the connection the two of you built last night while your bodies were intertwined with one another bonded you on a whole new level, and it was something you definitely wanted to continue with him.

“You know…” Eddie begins, making your quirk your brow at him. “We still have plenty of condoms. Totally unused.”

“Then what the hell are we still talking for?”

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