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jo-harrington · 9 months

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On-the-Job Training (A Store Manager Verse Story - Steve Harrington/Reader)

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Reader

Summary: Steve has a crush on the Dippin' Dots cashier.

Warnings/Themes: AU where the Upside Down doesn't terrorize Hawkins. Late Summer of 1985, Steve and Robin work at Scoops, Reader works at Dippin' Dots, Mutual Pining, Flirting, Enemies to Lovers(sort of?), Tie in with the Store Manager Verse

Note: Ok what started off as a silly little conversation about what flavor chapstick each ST character would use turned into this and I typically don't write Steve...but I had to give him some love.

Tagging my loves who were integral to that convo to thank them for inspiration especially Drac who started it all. This is for you bb. @dr-aculaaa @mopeymopeymouse @chestylarouxx @somnambulic-thing @fracturedarkness @br0ck-eddie

Technically slightly anachronistic because Dippin' Dots didn't open until 1988 but I'm a stickler for accuracy in the regular series. This is just a fun little do-dad.

You can find my masterlist here for more fics featuring pretty much exclusively Eddie Munson content but also a little Steve.

Please do not interact if you are not 18+.

Largely unedited; I didn't even re-read it. It's might suck. Enjoy!

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"Ahoy! One U.S.S. Butterscotch!"

Steve never thought that this would be his future after graduation.

This summer he should have been living it up before he went away to college and made something of himself. Lifeguarding at the pool, going to all the parties, hanging out with his friends.

Instead, his life went to shit, Nancy Wheeler had broken up with him, he had gotten rejection letter after rejection letter from the schools he had applied to...and instead of working at the pool like he had every summer since he turned 16, he had a crappy job slinging ice cream at Scoops Ahoy of all places at the new StarCourt Mall.

"Thanks so much," the sweet lady who had placed the order smiled at him and handed the sundae to her son. "Look at that Frankie, your favorite." The little boy shot Steve a grin complete with his two front teeth missing and Steve melted a little bit.

Alright, it wasn't so bad. He got to make people smile, he got some spending money--which was nice since his dad had pretty much cut him off, although his mom was sneaking him some cash on the side.

"Look alive dingus," Robin called from the window separating the front of the ice cream parlor from the backroom. "Your schmoopsie poo is here."

"Shut up Rob!" Steve groaned through gritted teeth.

One of the perks of working at the mall was that he got to interact with people of all shapes and sizes and yeah...Steve had tried to use it as a means to get over Nancy. He'd had little hours-long crushes on fellow mall employees, customers, Robin--although working with her made that difficult--hell there was even a manager that had caught his eye towards the beginning of summer except he'd seen Eddie "The Freak" Munson of all people hanging around her.

Although after a few months of seeing Eddie around StarCourt not being a wastoid menace, Steve had to admit...well he wasn't that bad either.

The one who'd caught his eye the most though was you, and yeah...he'd developed an actual big little long-lasting crush.

You, who came around for a root-beer float most afternoons.

You, whose smile made his heart skip a little.

You in your pink polo, teal apron, and white visor with the words Dippin' Dots emblazoned on the front.

The enemy.

And you never let him forget it either.

Steve had been heart eyes over you the first time you had entered into Scoops territory to order your float. Undercover in casual summer clothes a week after the mall had opened. There was just something about you, your smile, your laugh.

Robin teased that he said that about everyone; Steve ignored her.

Then you opened your mouth and said the float was good but the service could have been better. That Steve should stop by Dippin' Dots sometime and see how it was really done.

Shots fired.

It really hurt at first. This was his first real job outside of the community pool, one he had been excited to get. He was really nice, tried his best; why didn't you think so?

"It's called flirting," Robin insisted. "God, you really suck, you know that? How can you ask people out willy nilly and then miss someone flirting with you right in front of your face? Flirt back next time."

So he did.

Every so often he'd mosey across the mall to your kiosk, order a small vanilla cup, and throw a little insult of his own your way. Usually something about how tiny balls of ice cream could never beat an actual scoop. Or about how you didn't count his change the right way, or that your visor was on crooked.

You wouldn't hesitate to get your own comment in. Especially about his choice in flavor.

"You work at an ice cream parlor and you order vanilla?" you questioned. "A hundred flavors to choose from at scoops; do you only get vanilla there too? Vanilla...is good but when you have variety? Order something exciting one day, and then we can talk business, Stevie."

Oof, it steamed him.

But not enough to stop playing the game.

And it left you both grinning so who was he to end the fun.

So when you showed up at Scoops today after not being around for a few days and your smile didn't reach your eyes like it usually did...Steve was suddenly overcome with...well he didn't really know.

"Ahoy, uh, sailor," he greeted and tried to put on his biggest award-winning, tip-earning smile.

"Ahoy," you replied weakly.

"Root beer float?" he asked, already heading over to the case to start scooping ice cream into a cup.

"Uh," you hesitated. "No, just...just a small vanilla cup today."

Steve froze and looked at you. Your shoulders were slumped, you had your visor in your hand, and you were pointedly avoiding eye contact with him.

What was...what was wrong with you?

Where was your fight? Where was your fire? Why, all of a sudden, was your game over?

"Hey, uhm," he coughed awkwardly. "Is everything ok?"

"Yeah, Steve," you nodded absently.

"You always get root beer."

"I just want vanilla today."

"The special is salted caramel? I can give you a sample if you're--"

"No, I just want vanilla," you cut him off and rolled your eyes. "You always get vanilla. Why is it a problem if I suddenly do? Vanilla is good too. Maybe vanilla is just...what we both want ok? Nothing else."

He was shocked. That wasn't playful annoyance in your voice; you were just...annoyed.

"Sure," he agreed. "Sure. One small vanilla coming right up."

He got your ice cream and rang you out, and as you were about to leave, he called after you.

"See you in a little while?" he asked.

"If you want." You waved goodbye and headed out of the ice cream parlor.

Steve turned and looked at Robin who simply rolled her eyes and shook her head.

"What just happened?" he asked.

"You're hopeless," she sighed and slammed the shutters on the window closed.

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Steve roamed around the mall on his break.

Typically, he'd make his way to Dippin' Dots but...that just seemed like a waste of time today.

He'd fixated on your visit for the rest of his shift until his break, analyzing everything he said, everything he did. Everything that could have made you mad at him.

Once he got Robin out of her hiding spot in the back room, he monologued all of his thoughts to her.

She watched him pace back and forth, called him a dingus a few times, a loser a few other times, and then finally sent him on his break with some last words.

"I know you're hearing everything they're saying Steve," she began. "But are you really listening? You just keep...ordering vanilla."

"Uh. Yeah. That's the game."

"It's not a game you...ughhhhh! GO!" She pointed to the exit. "Before I throttle you."

Why couldn't she just tell him? What had he done?

In his rumination, he'd been chewing at his lips. A habit he had pretty much done his entire life when he got nervous.

Shit, and he'd left his chapstick in the car; it was hot, it probably melted by now.

That was one of the little ways you made his life a little better...through your teasing. You had told him, once, that his lips looked dry.

"Maybe invest in some chapstick or something."

He'd gone to Melvald's that same night that you told him and got a 3-pack of strawberry chapstick. All the while wondering if it meant you had been looking at his lips for a while or...

But it was...just another little jab right? Another little flirt? Another part of your game?

Still, he never knew when you might show up so the chapstick became a constant--something that soothed him even, gave him courage--and he always had a tube tucked into the pocket of his shorts, or on the register, or in the cupholder of his car. To swipe on if he knew he was about to see you...or hoped he was.

And now...he desperately needed it, needed his strawberry chapstick--needed you--and it was nowhere to be found.

Steve stopped in his tracks and looked at the stores around him.

WaldenBooks, Regis Salon, JH Camera Repair.

Claires.

Bingo.

He'd seen little kids with their play makeup and sparkly plastic jewelry post up in one of the booths at Scoops after they spent their allowance money at Claire's. He had to find strawberry chapstick there. He'd even take cherry. Something.

Anything.

Steve crossed into the pink-and-purple-and-pop-music-filled oasis to a melodic "Welcome In" from the employee helping a little girl by the ear piercing booth. And as out of place as he felt, he was immediately relieved to see a wall full of eyeshadow palettes and glitter hairspray.

He closed the distance and frantically searched the wall, but it was all novelty makeup. There was one package of Dr. Pepper lip smackers, but the package was half-ripped and the cap was missing; he was a little worried but he figured it was better than nothing.

He was about to snatch it off the hook when that voice sounded behind him.

"Did you need help finding anything?" He immediately turned on his heel to find the employee--the manager, Eddie Munson's girlfriend--standing there in a flourish of tulle and fluorescent colors. "Oh! That's a customer favorite...looks like it's damaged though, let me just..."

She reached out to take the package but Steve reacted instinctually. He quickly grabbed it and clutched it to his chest.

"I don't mind," he tried to reason. "I don't care if it's missing the cap."

"Listen, I can't sell it to you if it's damaged," the manager explained. "It's just not safe. Is there anything else I can help you find though?"

She reached for the package again but he held it back.

"I need this," Steve tried again.

"Oh...kay."

"Because I messed up and this...you know the cashier down at the Dippin' Dots kiosk? Well...I don't know...I pissed them off or something and I just need to...go down and talk to them and I can't."

"So the lip balm is a gift for them? To make amends?"

"No...it's for me because my lips are dry." Steve sighed. "I...ok I know it sounds crazy, but I swear. It's...they got me to start using chapstick because they said my lips were dry and it's this thing we do. We go back and forth and we tease each other.

"But they're mad at me now, and they didn't...I mean they ordered vanilla. They never order vanilla. They hate it when I order vanilla."

"Uh huh." The manager's eyes went a little soft. "I'm not...really following the logic...but I get it."

"You do?"

"You like each other. But you're just...going back and forth. And no one has really...admitted it," she observed. She suddenly burst into laughter and Steve cocked his head to one side in confusion. "Sorry, sorry...it's just...whatafuckincoincidence.

"So are you the one who's afraid of being rejected? Or...are they...or..."

Cue the record scratch in Steve's head.

Rejection.

All summer...all year actually...Steve had been faced with one rejection after another. First Nancy, then all of the college applications, his dad and now...all of the little fleeting mall crushes that he'd asked out that had said no.

Robin had even made a scoreboard that sat in the back whenever someone turned him down.

He thought all this time...he'd become immune to it. But with you...it was easier to think it was just a game than to possibly face the reality that if he asked you out...you'd say no and then the little game would be ruined. And his hopes would be dashed.

He didn't realize that all of his waffling could potentially be hurting you too.

"Why don't you," the manager continued when Steve hesitated to answer, "go down there and talk to them? Even if they're mad at you. Communication is very important. I'm sure if you explain everything, or even...just show that you're willing to bridge the gap, they'd be willing to listen. The worst they could say is no, but if they're already mad, you have nothing to lose. See if they'll give you a chance."

"So I...shouldn't order vanilla this time?" He looked up at her and asked, recalling your words.

Order something exciting, and then we can talk business.

The door had been open for him to ask you out this whole time.

And that's why you ordered vanilla earlier. Because Vanilla meant...meant that this...flirtation...this game...wasn't going anywhere. He hadn't made a move, so you didn't want to wait anymore.

God, he was so stupid.

"Uh, no...don't do that," the manager smiled kindly. She reached out for the broken lip balm and took it from him. "I'll just...damage this out."

"Wait...but my lips are still dry," Steve floundered. "I still need chapstick."

"Do you think there's gonna be some kissing happening?" the manager's eyes narrowed. "I said talk to them, not...plant one on them."

"I just need...something," he begged. "Strawberry...if you have it."

"I think we have strawberry flavored lip gloss by the register."

"I'll take it."

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So there Steve was, in the concourse by JCPenney, patiently waiting in the line for Dippin' Dots with sticky, strawberry-flavored lips tinted a very nice shade of pink.

As soon as he had swiped the gloss on...as silly as he had felt...he had been reminded of you.

"Next!" your voice sounded every so often and the line got shorter and shorter, and Steve's courage got weaker and weaker. The Claire's manager had been right though...communication...the worst you could tell Steve was "no."

"Next!" You'd be just another tally on Robin's scoreboard. And she could call him a dingus again. She really enjoyed doing that. So some good would at least come from his failure.

"Next!" He'd also get...a cup of Dippin' Dots which...if he had to admit, he kinda enjoyed. He got all the Scoops ice cream he wanted for free but this was different. Ice Cream of the Future and all that. He sort of expected Henderson to come up with something like this, the little nerd; well, if he could never show his face here again, he'd ask the kids if they could figure out how to make some kind of futuristic ice cream for him.

"Ne--oh!" Steve finally got to the front of the line and saw your shocked face. He smiled and waved as he approached the register.

"Hey," he greeted. "I told you I'd see you around."

"You did," you said flatly and scrunched your nose. "So...the usual? Small vanilla cup?"

"Uh no..." Steve said hesitantly. You raised an eyebrow in question. "I uh...can I get a large..."

"Large vanilla?" You sniffed.

"Large Rainbow Ice," he recited after squinting at the menu board. "It's time for something new."

You stared at him silently and Steve couldn't help but doubt himself.

What if Rainbow Ice was the wrong answer? Should he have gone with Banana Split? Shit he should have just stuck with Strawberry. It was his favorite. Strawberry chapstick, strawberry gloss, strawberry ice cream. Stupid, stupid, stupid.

"Yeah," you finally answered with a beaming smile and Steve's heart soared. "Yeah it is time for something new, isn't it?"

Next Part: Incremental Planning

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thought--bubble · 5 months

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She's Happy Now Part 5/5 (Final Part)

Modern Aemond X (Ex Girlfriend Reader)

Warnings after the break

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Warnings: angst,

A/N: I apologize for the delay on this. Had midterms then covid, a job promotion I've been fighting for (should find out on Monday, please pray for me), then a family loss back to back, and was kind of struggling for a moment. I'm happy to get this out, tho!

Could I talk to you for a moment?

Your palms are sweaty while you wait for him to respond.

He looks dumbstruck.

"Hello?" Your patience is wearing thin.

"Oh, um yeah, of course." he gets up, composing himself and settling back into that stoic look of his. "We can go to the gardens? For some privacy?" He sounds indifferent, but in his head, he is analyzing every word he says.

"Fine," you say, unable to mask the anger that you feel. The walk to the garden is quiet, not one word spoken between you. The tension is thick, and you can't help but wonder if this is a good idea. Still, you continue on. 'This is long overdue' you think to yourself.

"I can't believe we are both going to be off at college in a few months, I'm gonna miss you so much" you clutch onto Aemond while laying under the rosebushes in the garden of the keep. Your secret place. Where aemond would take you to be alone.

"It will be fine. We will talk every day and I'll come visit you and you will come to visit me and before you know it we will have graduated and we will be getting married" Aemond says while entwining his hand with yours. "This is just a temporary separation. we'll look back on it later and wonder what in the 7 hells we were so worried about. " he rolls onto his side looking at your face. He pushes a strand of hair behind your ear. "Hey look at me" he says gently.

You turn your head and see his eye looking at you intently. "We are going to be fine baby. Happy as we've always been. I promise."

"You really promise?" You had been worrying for weeks about the upcoming distance. The tales of long-distance relationships between 2 college age students weren't exactly full of glowing success stories.

"I promise, I swear to you. We will be fine. We are simply meant to be" he raised your hand to his mouth and kissed your knuckles. "Always have been"

You enter the garden and sit on a bench that overlooks the rosebushes. Your rosebushes. Aemond is standing by the bench awkwardly unsure if he should sit so close. Your annoyance with him just standing there gets the better of you.

"Sit down, would you?, you're always bouncing its giving me anxiety." Your eyes are downcast, but you know he sat down next to you because you can feel it.

"I heard your little speech. Clearly, there is something you wish to say to me so..... just say it, " you say irritation in your voice. Clenching and unclenching your fists.

Aemonds mouth goes completely dry, and his hands start shaking. He imagined this scenario repeatedly over the last few years, and now that he is here his entire body is laced with anxiety.

"I owe you an apology" he says firmly.

"Yeah.... I guess you do" you say jaw clenched.

Aemond sighs and runs his hand down his face. "I fucked up. There's no question on that...... and I've thought of you practically every day since. You were more than my girlfriend. You were my best friend. My favorite person." He rubs his hands together trying to shake the nerves.

"Then why? Why? Why did you do it?" Your voice is trembling a mix of grief and rage

"Because I'm an idiot. I'm sorry. I know you deserve a better explanation than that, but I don't have one. I didn't plan it out. It wasn't some big conspiracy. It was me. Being a complete moron." He hangs his head and runs his fingers through his hair in frustration.

Your eyes start to well with tears. You lift your head and look toward the sky. "That's it? We lost everything because you're an idiot?" You clench your jaw. "You destroyed me, and it didn't even mean anything?"

He tries to think of a response to this, but he just can't. He doesn't have an answer that will make this better

"I didn't destroy you" he finally says after a long pause.

You look over at him, and your rage boils over. You shove him by his shoulder. "How can you say that? How could you possibly know how I felt? What it did to me?"

"You can't be destroyed." He pauses "you are so strong and-"

You interrupt him "stop. Just stop."

He says your name with an exhale. " I'm not trying to downplay the pain I caused you. I know it was immense. But I can't pretend that I destroyed you. You're so much more than us. You are smart, strong, and beautiful all in your own right. It's impossible to destroy something like that."

You sigh, frustrated. " I guess you're right. I survived. I made it. I'm happy now. " You bite your bottom lip

Aemond pauses and takes a deep breath. "H-he makes you happy huh?" The heartbreak in his voice is undeniable.

You think about this for a minute and smile. "Yeah. Yeah, he does." You feel a twinge of guilt,"even though I waste so much time being angry at you. He is patient. Caring......" You trail off.

"You deserve that." Aemond puts his hand to his chest as if to ease the swelling he feels there. "You deserve someone who puts you first. Someone who is smart enough to recognize what they have"

You ponder this for a minute. Cregan really has been immensely patient. Where a lot of people would have walked away from someone who seemed like they were still hung up on their ex, he was there. Patient understanding.

He sighs. "I know I can't change what I did....... But do you think. That it would be possible to be in your life again? Not the way I was. I know that, but honestly, I'd take anything." He wrings his hands wracked with nerves. "There is a hole in my life, and I know it's you."

Your chest tightens. You know the feeling. You have tried to fill that hole with hate and anger. it weighs heavily on you. "And what exactly do you suggest?"

"Friends?" He turns and looks at you directly now. "Please? I'm not asking for you to forgive me.... I'm not asking that you forget what I've done, but...... I can't go on without you in my life. " he sounds like he is holding back tears. " I've loved you for so long, and it isn't just a romantic love... it's deeper than that. " his breath is shakey.

"I'm still so angry" you say head down looking into your lap. "I don't want to be but I am"

He holds his breath and closes his eye. " I am too. I have been kicking my own arse for the last 4 years every day for chasing you out of my life." He rubs his palms down the front of his trousers. "Asking you this... it isn't easy but I have to try, don't I?"

You finally lift your head and look into his eye, and a wave of butterflies goes through you. You chuckle lightly. "Pretty brave of you, I have to admit. Since I was hoping you would spontaneously combust all through the ceremony"

He looks at you with reverence. As if he has been hiking through the desert and has finally found an oasis. He tucks some of your hair behind your ear. "That would have made things a bit easier, huh?" He laughs, but there is no humor behind it.

You feel a tingling sensation that goes all the way down to your toes at his touch. Your response is automated. Like you are being controlled by someone else. You bring your fingers up to his face and caress his cheek.

He takes in a harsh breath and closes his eye. A single tear escapes and trails down his face. "God, I missed you," he says just above a whisper.

With that, you lose it, and tears start flowing freely.

He opens his eye and lifts his hand to your face. "Can i?" He asks

You nod, and he cups your cheek. He leans in, pressing his forehead to yours. "I don't deserve it... but I need you...please..... give me a chance to be in your life, in any capacity."

"We'll be together forever," Aemond says, sure of his words as you lay in the grass next to each other. "No matter what. You're a part of me now. I can feel it"

You giggle and roll onto your side, holding onto him. "I know. I can't imagine my life without you in it." You shake your head. "That would be just terrible"

"Then let's make a promise," he turns on his side facing you. "No matter what, it will always be me and you. Always. We will always find a way"

"I promise always"

Aemond is holding your cheek and looking into your eyes. Hoping and praying for a response.

"I promise..... always" you say through tears. "We can find a way..... to be there for eachother I know we can"

He hugs you and pulls you tight up against him. He nuzzles his face into your hair and whispers. "Thank you, thank you. You have no idea how much this means to me"

He pulls his head back and looks into your eyes. "I know your with someone. I know you are happy with him. I would never do anything to take that from you. I..... i.... I just need to know you. I need to know who you are now. Who you've become."

With that, the levy finally breaks, and you are no longer talking to your ex-boyfriend who broke your heart and ruined everything but an old friend. A friend you missed dearly. You talk about everything you have done since you stopped talking. About you and Cregan your job. Your hopes for the future. He tells you about him. He tells you about how he has become an adjunct professor and that his love life is non-existent. You joke and laugh, both crying and laughing at the same time.

You get so lost in talking you don't notice the sun going down or the guests clearing out. What finally pulls you out of your conversation is Cregan entering the garden with his hands in his pockets.

Cregan shuffles toward you kicking lightly at dirt and small rocks as he makes his way over.

You stand up from the bench and wipe your face. You have a big smile on your face.

"Hey.... I've been looking for you" Cregan says apprehensively his eyes shifting back and fourth between you and Aemond.

"Sorry.... just out here making peace, " you smile while looking down at Aemond, who is still sitting on the bench.

Aemond stands up and extends his hand to Cregan. "I don't think I introduced myself properly earlier. I'm Aemond brother of the groom"

Cregan takes his hand hesitantly and shakes it. "Cregan...... "

You turn to Aemond and open your arms for a hug. You give him a hug and then pull back taking his forearms in your hands. "We will talk again soon. I want to hear all about that interview for the permanent teaching position"

"Yeah... talk soon" Aemond smiles and makes his way out of the garden. Giving you one last look back before he exits.

"So......" Cregan is looking all around not making eye contact with you.

"Hey," you take his hands "there is nothing to worry about. You were right earlier. I wasn't over it. Not because I want him still but because I never let him apologize"

He looks at you, a small smile creeping onto his face. "And has he?"

"Yes, and oddly enough, I feel a lot better," you say, the relief evident in your voice.

"Good" he says as he wraps an arm around you guiding you out of the garden.

As you walk, you think. You don't know if you and Cregan are going to make it in the long term. You don't know if one day you and Aemond may find your way back to each other. What you do know. Is that you needed this. That for the first time in years there isn't this heavy weight. You know that you can look back on your memories and smile. Knowing that although it didn't last, you were still lucky to experience something so beautiful, so meaningful. You feel lighter. And you know you really are happy now.

Just before you a Cregan exit the garden, you take one last look toward the rosebushes. And smile.

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anashins · 1 year

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not sure if you take smut request.... but tyong with breeding kink.......pls,, I'm down bad after seeing his gym igstory

Pairing: Taeyong x Reader

Genre: smut, fluff in the end

Word Count: 1.1k

Summary: To fulfill your wish to get pregnant with no husband in sight, your friend Taeyong steps in. But he gets way too carried away - by the act and his feelings for you.

A/N: I know exactly what you mean, that video lives in my head rent free 😩 I hope you like it 💗

“So… how do you want it?”

You looked into your friend’s eyes, equally clueless. If there was a position that would guarantee a pregnancy, then you hadn’t read about anything that was science-based - and you had done years of research on this topic.

For example, you knew that the biologically best age for women to get children was between 20 and 30. That was a science-based fact, and it was an ID card based fact that you were nearing the third decade of your young life already - with no man by your side, but the deep desire to raise an own child ever since you had graduated.

“Let’s just take off our clothes first.”

Taeyong did as he had been told, and you followed. You were asking yourself whether you should turn on some music since it was absolutely silent in your bedroom, only the rustling of your clothes that you dropped on the floor generating a noise, but not enough to drive away the awkwardness that had settled between the two of you the moment you had settled on your bed.

When Taeyong was in front of you with no piece of clothing anymore, you could sense the blush that had crept up his cheeks, and his cuteness almost made you chuckle, lifting the mood. But as your eyes fell onto his lap, the urge to laugh stopped in your throat and you swallowed a gasp. He didn’t seem to notice though.

Taeyong was one of your oldest friends, and you only knew him as a very cute, soft-spoken and rather shy guy, spending his time playing video games, working and cooking. Out of all your friends, he had been your best and safest choice. On top of that, he was insanely attractive. Oddly, you wondered whether he even knew that himself.

You motioned backwards and laid yourself onto the mattress, urging him, “Come.”

It took Taeyong a few breathers to comply, and for a moment, you feared that he might have changed his mind. When you had asked him drunkenly a few weeks ago whether he would be up for something like this and he immediately agreed, you had blamed the alcohol since he could never say no. But here he was, all in for the game.

The warmth of his body covered yours when he settled on top of you, and your eyes met. You saw insecurity reflected in his gaze, and he lowered his head in an attempt to kiss you as though following an instinct, but stopped right before touching your lips. You agreed, this wasn’t part of the plan.

Kisses were reserved for two lovers. This was merely an arrangement.

Taeyong propped his elbows against the mattress to the left and right of your head, and you slung your arms around his neck. His skin felt so soft against yours, and you caught yourself not shivering anymore due to his inner heat. You had often had body contact as friends, but none as intimate as this.

“Spread your legs,” he suddenly said, pulling you out of your thoughts.

But he didn’t wait for you. With the help of his own knees, he pried your thighs open to a wideness good enough for him, and you didn’t know what caused this sudden horniness, his this bold move alone made you so wet already, he wouldn’t need much effort pushing in.

You hadn’t been with a man in so long, you had totally forgotten what it felt like to be entirely filled out by one, but Taeyong knocked your memory right back in in a way you had never experienced before. Only him entering you in a deliberate manner turned you on so much, you couldn’t hold back a long moan.

“Everything okay?” he asked when he was fully sheathed inside of you. “If you don’t like something, just tell me.”

You shook your head. “Everything is fine. Everything is so good.”

The latter part of your answer let a cocky smile grow on his lips that you only spied when he had won a game. You wondered whether he smiled like that too when you fueled his stroking game with more moans - but only if it was good.

Shortly later, you were sure of three things: First, your friend wasn’t as shy in bed as he usually appeared to be. Second, he was a pro in the stroking game. And third… What was it again? You had entirely forgotten about the third point when you were holding onto the headboard like a lifeline, Taeyong not only making sure that you went out pregnant, but also sore as fuck.

The wooden frame was squeaking under you with such despair when Taeyong mercilessly rammed into you, you didn’t know who screamed louder, the bed or you. You had assumed that you would do it only in one position until he was finished, but he had had entire other plans.

You didn’t know for how long you had been cuming and cuming, but it just wouldn’t stop, and he still stood as strong as in the beginning, having fucked you from four different positions already - and there was no end in sight. You also didn’t complain though as you hadn’t had that much fun in bed in a long time already, enjoying every aspect of it.

When Taeyong’s body strained under you though, his hands pressing into your thighs after you had ridden him for a while, you smirked at him in the same cocky manner he had kept smirking whenever he had made you cum.

He spilled his seeds all inside of you, and only then you remembered again why you were even doing this in the first place, a certain sadness settling within you when you realized that it was over. But you didn’t admit it.

Moments later, you were lying side by side with a certain gap between you, nobody saying a word, nobody making a move.

It was Taeyong who spoke first. “I’m sorry… I just kind of got… carried away.”

“It’s okay,” you replied hoarsely. “I… enjoyed it.”

You turned your head to your left, then above just to find him already looking at you. Somehow, the awkwardness had entirely vanished, having made place for fondness and a mutual understanding.

“You know,” he then continued, “it’s not certain that it will actually work the first time.”

You nodded. “I know.”

“So… when do you want to do it again? Tomorrow, I’m free.”

Taeyong moved his head a bit, lowering it to your level, but stopped right in front of your lips again. He was awaiting your answer before deciding whether he would do the following or not.

But you had decided already.

“Tomorrow sounds good,” you whispered.

Then, he kissed you - although kisses were reserved for lovers.

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You belong to me - part 4.

Pairing: Eddie Munson x fem!Reader

Summary: It's a surprise 😉🤫

Warnings/Tags: 18+ minors dni! Cheating, angst, hurt & comfort, smut, mentions of stalking and pregnancy (let me know if I missed something)

An: Hi, you guys! I guess I'm not new to writing anymore, but I'm still a newbie. All feedback is welcome. Be gentle please haha. Please do not steal or copy my work. Don’t repost without credit. This is my written work, everything besides the characters and plot points by the original writers, belongs to me. Love you guys, and thank you so much for the support, hope you enjoy ❤

Word Count: 6,306

It's been exactly four weeks and two days since you last spoke to Eddie. Ever since that day you saw him and Chrissy together, you vowed to never let him hurt you again. It was tough going to school and dealing with all the rumors swirling around you, Eddie, and Chrissy.

Most people had called you a slut, others said Eddie was the slut who had corrupted you in some way and a few people said it was a hoax, unwilling to believe that Eddie The Freak Munson was able to date two women at once. You ignored the rumors, choosing to focus on your schoolwork so you could graduate and get the hell out of this town.

Clara was there beside you through it all and helped you brave the storm. You were forever grateful for her friendship, people like her are hard to come by and should always be cherished. You vowed to repay her as soon as you got the chance.

Eddie had tried his best to talk to you afterward. He had tried everything from following you around at school, showing up at your house, and calling you every night but you shot him down every time. The blinders were off and you wouldn't allow yourself to be fooled by him any longer.

You still loved Eddie but not enough to sacrifice your happiness. You vowed that you would never do that after witnessing the destruction of your parent's marriage. Your mother had spent many nights crying herself to sleep and now was a shell of who she used to be, throwing herself into her work to avoid her harsh reality.

They say that the apple doesn't fall too far from the tree because here you were, on your way to your new job at Family Video. You'd had the great idea to get a job to help keep you preoccupied. You've been working there for officially two weeks now and you loved it. It's a laid-back job with decent pay plus your co-workers were awesome.

You pull into the parking lot and park your car. As you make your way into the store the hairs on the back of your neck began to stand on end. You stop in your tracks as you look around the lot cautiously, heading into the store when you don't see anything strange. For the past few weeks, you kept having the strangest feeling that you were being followed. With Hawkins being notorious for people going missing and all of the strange occurrences, it was always best to be on guard in a town like this one.

"Hi, Y/n," your coworkers Robin and Steve echoed in union.

You raised a brow at them as you entered the store and went behind the sales desk. "Oookay, that wasn't creepy at all," you laughed as you placed your bag under the counter.

"What do you mean," they both asked in confusion.

"Okay, seriously guys, this is weird," you stated, getting slightly creeped out. With the weird feeling of eyes watching you at random times of the day, it didn't take much to put you on edge nowadays.

"Sorry Y/n, it was Steve's idea," Robin laughed, hugging you.

"Hey, not true! Don't believe her Y/n," he tells you as he hugs you as well. The bell on the door chimes, signaling the arrival of a customer as you are wrapped up in his arms.

You turn your head to see Eddie headed your way with his eyes trained on you. Steve lets you go to help Eddie as he places his items on the counter. His eyes are dark, nearly the color of coals as he glares at Steve.

"Harrington," he sniffs before turning to Robin with a bright smile. "Hey Robbie," he grins.

"Munson, if you call me that name one more time, I'm going to jam your precious guitar up your ass!"

Eddie throws his hands up in mock surrender "Yes ma'am," he replies jokingly. His gaze finally settles on yours "Hello Y/n," he whispers, his eyes soft and shining with emotion.

"Hi, Eddie." Your voice is monotone and your expression is indifferent, a severe contrast to the emotions raging inside of you.

Sensing the awkward atmosphere between you two, Steve steps in and picks up the movies Eddie placed on the counter. He taps a few keys onto the register and scans the barcode on the back of the tapes. "Alright Munson, it says here that you have an overdue late fee of $6.18 on your account. Would you like to make a payment today?"

Eddie begrudgingly looks away from you and turns toward Steve. He digs into the pocket of his jeans, pulls out a wrinkled ten-dollar bill, and hands it to Steve. Unable to stand the tension building, you busy yourself by going over to the romance section to organize the shelf.

Minutes go by, and you hear the soft footsteps of someone walking up behind you. You look over to find Eddie standing there with his hands shoved into the pockets of his well-worn jeans. You stand up and move to leave before he stops you.

"Wait Y/n, can we talk? Please!" he begs, his hands stretched out towards you blocking your exit.

You sigh deeply and shake your head, feeling your resolve break. "You have a minute," you relent, crossing your arms as you wait.

"Baby, what happened before," he begins, as he takes a step towards you. You take a step back, holding your hand up between you two.

"Sorry," he mutters sadly before continuing. "What you saw with me and Chrissy, it wasn't what it looked like. I was about to tell her that it was over between her and me when she —," he trailed off unable to continue. He couldn't tell you about the upside down. It could put you in danger and that was something he refused to allow to happen.

You lifted a brow expectantly as you waited for him to continue. Your patience was starting to wane thin.

"Um, she said that she um— that she needed me," he responded weakly. It sounded unbelievable even to his own ears. He sees your face drops back into a cold stare and his chest tightens in fear when he realizes how bad he's fucking this up right now.

"You have to believe me Y/n. It's just for a little while and this doesn't mean that I'm with her because it doesn't and I promise you she knows that." His words are rushed and awkward as he tries to convince you that his words are true.

"Times up Eddie." You turn to walk away and he grabs your hand quickly.

"Y/n wait, I'm telling the truth. I just need you to wait for me, please, at least until I sort everything out." His plea is desperate as he holds your hand close to his heart.

"Why should I Eddie? You haven't been honest with me not once this entire time! You won! You got what you wanted so just leave me the fuck alone." Your voice rises out of anger, causing Robin and Steve to throw concerned glances in your direction. You let out slow deep breaths as you attempt to reel your emotions back in.

Shock is evident on Eddie's face, which soon gives way to anger. If he was honest with himself he's never done well with confrontation. With his father mentally and physically abusing him throughout his childhood, he's developed a sort of defense mechanism, which makes him run away when he feels threatened. The hurt that he feels because you don't trust him makes him angry, not knowing how to properly deal with his emotions. He feels that he's been nothing but honest with you this entire time. If there was anything he left out it was for your safety, not so he could try and fuck you over.

"You know what, fuck this," Eddie grunts, as his feelings get the better of him. "You don't have to believe me." As the words leave his lips his heart breaks and regrets already spreading through him as he turns away from you, storming out of the store.

You want to call out to him, tell him that you were sorry for going off. You're not a confrontational person, so your reaction just now took you by surprise. Bile rises in your throat as you watch Eddie leave. You turn and run to the employee's lounge, slamming the door shut as you hurl your lunch into the toilet. Your fingers grip the wall tightly and you begin to dry heave once there is nothing left. Once your stomach settles you drop down onto the tiled floor, trying to catch your breath.

A few minutes go by when you hear a knock on the door. "Y/n, is everything okay?" Robin asks you from the other side.

"Yeah, I'll be out in a minute." Your voice sounds weak as you answer her. You rise to stand and go to wash your hands. Once you're done you splash cold water on your flushed face. 'What the fuck.' You wonder as you gaze at your reflection in the mirror. Was this whole situation so stressful that it was making you sick? Or was it the thought of things finally being over with Eddie that made you ill?

You honestly didn't know but you refused to dwell over it any longer. Taking a deep breath you opened the door with a fake smile plastered on your face.

"You okay," Robin asks when you appear back at the counter.

"No, but I will be," you reply with a strained smile but you're not convinced you will be.

Steve takes in your appearance noting how squeamish you look, a stark contrast to how you were when you first arrived. "Hey Y/n, if you're not feeling well you can leave early if you want. I think Robbie and I can manage," he says earning a smack on the back of his head from Robin.

"Yeah, I think that's for the best," you say, laughing in response to their antics. You begin to pack up your things and give them both a hug before making your departure.

The fresh air of the evening does little to settle your stomach and the nagging thought of something you had forgotten in the back of your mind. You make a pit stop at the local mart, unaware of the eyes watching your every step.

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You sat on your bed with Clara, your fingers gripping the unopened pink box tightly. She listened intently as you told her the events of what happened a few days ago with Eddie. Her features shift with each detail you relay. Shock settles over her face once you end with the purchase you had made due to the absence of your period.

"Why haven't you taken it yet," she questions as she clasped your hand in yours. You blinked your eyes, trying desperately to stave off the tears threatening to escape.

"I'm scared," you admitted. "If I take this test, then it becomes real and then I'll have no choice but to deal with it." Your hands shake nervously, causing the box to fall onto the floor.

Clara bent down and picked up the box, pressing it back into your hands. "Y/n, this isn't something you can ignore. The longer you put it off the fewer options you'll have."

"I know, but what if it's positive? Things between Eddie and me are horrible right now. A baby will only complicate things even more." A few tears skip down your cheeks as your emotions began to overwhelm you.

"Whatever happens I'll be here for you okay? I'll even beat Eddie up for you if you want," she says, pulling you into a tight hug.

You laugh along with her as you hug her back. "I'll keep that in mind," you snicker as you get up from the bed, making your way into the bathroom. You close the door behind you and lean up against it. You take calming breaths as you read the instructions on the back of the box.

'Okay, remove cap and place tip into urine stream for five seconds. Replace cap, lay it flat, and wait for results, should be ready within five minutes. Seems easy enough,' you thought silently.

You will your hands to stop shaking as you unwrap the package and begin to follow the instructions listed on the box. Once finished you lay the test flat on the counter and began to wait. The seconds ticked by agonizingly slow and you become all too aware of the silence in the bathroom. The walls felt as if they were closing in on you with each minute that passed.

Your timer beeps on your watch, signaling that the test result was ready. Turning back towards the counter you eye the test warily. You could feel a trickle of sweat running along your spine as you start to perspire. 'This is crazy. Just pick it up and read it. It's not a big deal, it's not like this is going to change your life from this point in every single way.'

Exasperated, you sink down onto the edge of the tub. "Clara" you called out through the closed door.

"Yes!" She replied immediately, busting through the door.

You gesture towards the test on the counter. "I can't look," you said softly, letting your head fall into your hands. You stare at the patterns on the tile floor as you listen to her pick up the test.

A soft gasp fell from her lips making your blood run cold. "It's positive," she murmurs as she crouches down in front of you.

"Of course it's positive, I've never failed a test before. Guess I'm not going to start now huh." You laugh bitterly, shaking your head in disbelief.

"Y/n, it's going to be okay. Whatever you decide to do, it's going to be okay." She laid her hand on yours as you sat there in silence. "Are you going to tell Eddie," she asked.

"I don't know if I should. I mean, what would even be the point of that anyways? I don't want a pity relationship because he made the mistake of knocking me up." Your words come out heated and rushed as your anger washes over you.

"He deserves to know Y/n. Don't keep it from him because you're scared of what his response may be. You never know, maybe he'll step up, maybe he won't but you'll never know if you don't give him a chance." Clara's voice was firm and sure as she held your gaze.

"You're right, I'll tell him," you huff out a moment later.

She gives you a small smile before standing up and pulling you up along with her. "Fuck! Squatting like that made my legs hurt," she complained trying to shake the pins and needles feeling out of her legs. "I guess I'm getting too old for that now. Welp, no more blowjobs for Steve then," she jokes, crouching over and holding her back dramatically.

"Yeah right, I'll believe that when pigs fly," you laugh snorting obnoxiously as you follow her back into your room.

"You calling me a slut," Clara growls, her hand inching towards the pillows on your bed.

"Uh yeah. You and Steve are biggest the horndogs I've ever met," you retort grinning cheekily.

"You're gonna regret that Y/l/n," she yells, smacking you in the face with a pillow. You stand there for a moment in shock before springing into action, grabbing a pillow for your counterattack. Peels of laughter sound off in the room along with thumps from the pillow fight, giving you a welcome reprieve from the tough decisions sure to come.

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Eddie sat perched atop his throne in the old theatre room, which was also their meeting place for all of their D&D campaigns. Drumming his fingers against the chipped wooden table, his patience began to wear thin as he waited for everyone to sit down and get situated. After a minute had passed, everyone was still talking animatedly to each other.

"Can we hurry this along please!" he yelled out, causing the room to go silent as all eyes snapped onto him. "Thank you," he said once he had everyone's attention. He had called an emergency meeting weeks ago as soon as Chrissy had told him her dreams had returned. Due to conflicts of schedule and the matter of long distance for some, it had taken a while to get everyone back together again.

"What's going on Eddie? Why are we all here," asked Dustin.

"Vecna's back," Eddie replied somberly, getting straight to the point. A few gasps of panic flew across the room at his announcement.

"Are you sure? I mean— how do you know, what happened?" Nancy questioned, her eyes flickering with concern.

Eddie began to explain what Chrissy had told him that day, omitting the part with you in it. He didn't need everyone to know about his relationship with you when he was still trying to fix the damage he'd caused.

"So why isn't she here if she's so scared that he's after her?" Max's voice was low and her expression held a look of skepticism. Something about this situation seemed off to her but she didn't want to jump to conclusions just yet.

"She had cheerleading practice," Eddie replied rubbing a hand across his face tiredly. Between Chrissy hanging onto him like a leech every chance she got and you avoiding him like a leper, he felt as if he was losing his mind. He hadn't had a proper sleep in weeks and it was beginning to show. His eyes were dull, sporting dark heavy-looking bags underneath each one.

Murmurs echo around the room at his response. "I'm sorry man but I call bullshit. I've seen Chrissy around town and she didn't look scared to me," said Steve.

"Why would she lie then huh? If you have an idea, then by all means please share it because I don't have a clue!" Eddies hands grip the arms of his chair as he struggles to regain control over his emotions.

"Are you okay Eddie?" Robin asked. She had never seen Eddie like this before and it was starting to scare her a little. After witnessing the scene between Eddie and you, she had the sinking feeling that this all had something to do with one another.

"Yeah— I'm fine, just a little tired is all. Now, can we please get back to the matter at hand?" Eddie hated being so dismissive toward his friend but he wanted to get to the bottom of this as soon as possible.

"Well, I haven't felt anything from him. Honestly, I thought he was dead. I haven't felt this peaceful in a long time," Will replied in a soft voice.

"Me too," Max confirmed as others began to echo in agreeance.

"I think that settles it, dude. It sounds like Chrissy lied to you," Dustin said softly so only Eddie could hear him.

"I think you're right and I'm going to find out why." Eddies features were stony and everyone could see the shift in his demeanor. He adjourned the meeting, thanking everyone for coming and apologizing on Chrissy's behalf.

Before he left the room he tapped Robin on the shoulder, pulling her from her conversation with Steve. "Hey, I just wanted to apologize about earlier. I haven't been—, he started but Robin cut him off with a wave of her hand.

"Don't worry about it. There are no hard feelings okay? Just go handle whatever it is you need to with Chrissy. To be honest Eddie, I never liked her anyways," she tells him with a smirk.

Eddie gives her a quick hug before taking his leave. He was on a mission as he made his way hastily to the gym, determined to catch Chrissy before she left. He wanted an explanation as to why she had lied and he wasn't going to leave until she gave him one.

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Chrissy's friend Alice stood to the side of the bleachers anxiously. The loud voices of Chrissy and Eddie rang out sharply throughout the gym. Standing in the shadows, she wasn't trying to be seen until the time was right.

The words lying bitch could be heard clearly throughout the room followed by a resounding slap. Chrissy stormed by quickly tears streaming down her face. She passed by quickly, not seeing Alice standing in the corner. Once the double doors had closed, Alice stepped from behind the bleachers into the light. Eddie stood close by with his head hanging down, his hair hiding his face. She cleared her throat lightly, gaining Eddie's attention immediately.

"Jesus Christ! You scared the shit out of me!" He yelped, holding a hand over his chest. His heartbeat was erratic as he took a deep breath to calm down before he had a premature death. "What do you want," he asked warily after he had regained control of his breathing. He knew you only through Chrissy and had never spoken to you alone before. If he was a betting man, he would bet that Chrissy didn't know you were here, especially right after the fight they'd just had.

"Chrissy doesn't know that I'm here," she said confirming his suspicions as she looked over her shoulder cautiously. Eddie nodded in response and she continued, wanting to get this over as soon as possible. She didn’t want Chrissy to find out about what she was about to do.

"Chrissy's been lying to you, Eddie. She's been seeing Jason behind your back the entire time you two were together," she whispered.

When Chrissy told her that she and Eddie didn't have sex, she was in disbelief. The reason why became even more obvious when she caught them hooking up in Jason's car during school once. Jason had later told her with a smug look on his face that he and Chrissy had always maintained a sexual relationship even after she had gotten with 'The Freak'.

When she confronted Chrissy, she only shrugged with a coy smile, "I get what I need from Jason and Eddie, what's the big deal?"

Alice had told her that it wasn't right but Chrissy didn't want to listen to reason, only warning her to stay out of it before flouncing away, her ponytail bouncing perkily behind her.

"Wow, I mean what the fuck. I know I have no room to talk but for her to pretend to be so innocent when she's just as bad is fucking insane." Eddie's eyes were big as he ran his hands through his hair.

He had tried before to initiate a sexual relationship with Chrissy but she had told him she wanted to wait until marriage. He had accepted her decision, not wanting to pressure her into something she didn't want but he couldn't deny that the thought of why things were the way they were didn't cross his mind at times. Boys tended to talk and he knew that she wasn't a virgin because of Jason, so the new information just revealed to him, answered the questions he's had for a long time.

"Thanks for telling me," he said finally, looking over to Clara. "I know that couldn't have been easy."

"You're welcome, Eddie. I know I can be a bitch sometimes but I like to think that I'm still a good person," she said as she began to walk away. Before reaching the doors, she turned around to look over her shoulder at him. "Eddie be careful with Chrissy. She's not the same anymore and I'm afraid of what she may do if things don't go her way."

He nodded in response and watched as she walked through the doors, her ominous warning of Chrissy repeating over and over in his head.

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You're lost in your thoughts as you walk along the crowded hallways. You had spent the entire weekend trying to figure out how to tell Eddie you were pregnant. The last time you talked, it ended horribly and you were kinda ashamed to have to approach him again so soon. You were sure that after how you treated him, he didn't want to speak to you again.

As you neared your classroom a hand snatched you into a nearby closet, closing the door briskly behind you. "What the hell," you shrieked before a hand clasped over your mouth keeping you silent.

"Shhh Y/n, it's just me," Eddie whispered as he clicked on the overhead light.

You snatch his hand from your mouth, looking upward at him. "I knew that Eddie. You are literally the only person who snatches me into closets at random."

"Yeah, you're right," he says laughing awkwardly. He rubs the back of his neck as he takes a moment to look at you. It feels as if he hasn't gotten a chance to really look at you in forever. His heart flutters nervously as you stare back into his eyes. The speech he had prepared, long forgotten at the sight of you.

You were also experiencing something similar as you began to malfunction at being in such close proximity with Eddie. An apology sits at the top of your tongue for the way you treated him before but you quickly swallow it back down as quickly as it comes. "What do you want," you question once you finally begin to settle from the mental Olympics your mind is going through.

"I wanted to talk to you. I know that our last conversation didn't end well and I want to apologize to you." He takes a deep breath in an attempt to settle his nerves before continuing.

"I let my emotions get the best of me and I reacted poorly. I know that you're probably getting tired of me apologizing and I promise to do better— I want to be better for you. Whenever I'm with you, I feel better about myself. Even though we haven't had the chance to be together, I'm sure of how I feel about you. You don't have to worry about me and Chrissy anymore because I've handled that situation and it's completely over, I promise you. So please Y/n, please take a chance on me and I promise I won't let you down again ever." His eyes are big and wet as he looks down at you pleadingly.

You lean back up against the door as you consider his words. The fierceness in his eyes is endearing, making you want to believe him this time, but there is still a nagging thought in the back of your mind. You still feel that there is something that Eddie isn't telling you. Until you know the real reason he broke his promise and chose to stay with Chrissy, you can't forgive him just yet. "I want to trust you Eddie but for me to do that, you have to be completely honest with me. I don't want to start a relationship on a half-truth."

Something akin to fear flashes across Eddie's face before disappearing quickly. His features relax again as he takes your hands into his hesitantly, pulling you in closer. "Y/n— there's a lot of things that's happened in Hawkins in the past couple of years. A lot of things have been kept from the public for safety reasons," he pauses to make sure that you are still following him. "I'll tell you everything but I need you to keep an open mind okay? I know that what I tell you may be hard to believe but just trust me okay?"

You nod your head slowly as your heart begins to race. You're not sure what it is he is about to tell you but you have the feeling that it will change everything moving forward. Just as he opens his mouth to speak, the tardy bell rings announcing that you both are late for class.

"Fuck! Can you follow me to my house after school?" He says hopefully, resting his hand on the doorknob behind you.

"Yeah," you reply breathlessly as he leans in closer to you, resting his forehead against yours. Your eyes flutter close as his nose brushes against yours, his breath is warm as it fans across your face pleasantly.

The sound of the second bell rings and the moment is gone. Disappointment is clear on both of your faces as he pulls back, giving you room to move away from the door. "Later?" His eyes are bright, filled with hope and longing.

"Later," you smile squeezing his hand gently before slipping through the door. Eddie waits a second before taking his leave as well. His smile is big and wide as he walks into class, even after his teacher tears him a new one for being late once again, his smile never fades.

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You rush out of class once the final bell rings and you head to the parking lot, eager to meet Eddie as planned. After you have your talk with Eddie, you'll have to go straight to work, so you're grateful that you were able to get the car from your mom this morning. You spot Eddie in the crowded lot once you make it to your car. He gives you an excited wave and you wave back with a shy smile.

You both enter your cars and you began to follow him as he leaves the school. As you're driving out of the lot you pass by Chrissy standing near her car. She stares at you with a blank expression as you pass by. Your eyes meet and you hold her gaze before looking away to safely follow the traffic.

"Crazy bitch," you mutter under your breath. You shake it off mentally, you refuse to let her ruin the good mood you were in. You're anxious about what Eddie is going to tell you. Optimism is flowing through you and you can feel your walls lowering for what could be. You hope that he'll be receptive to the news you have for him as well.

Your hands begin to shake as your mind wanders at what his reaction will be. You had planned on telling him today but you're not sure you'll have time after he reveals whatever the secret is he's been holding in.

Before you know it you are pulling into the trailer park behind Eddie. You follow closely as he passes by several trailers before pulling into what you assumed was his home. You park behind him and get out of your car.

Eddie walks over to you with a smile, taking your hand into his, and leads you up the steps. As you both enter his home you notice the trailer is a little on the small side but has a homey feel to it that you find charming.

"Welcome to my humble abode," Eddie says bowing at the waist as you walk into his room. You giggle in response as you sidestep some articles of clothing and stand awkwardly beside his bed. His room is for the most part clean, albeit a little disorganized.

You're not sure if you should sit or stand so you choose to wait for him to tell you what to do. You act as if you're strangers as if Eddie hasn't been inside of you and made you cum in almost every way.

Eddie closes his door, kicking off his shoes. "Make yourself comfortable sweetheart, mi casa su casa." He takes a seat next to you on his bed and takes your hand into his.

"I'm so happy you agreed to listen to what I have to say. I was afraid that you would never talk to me again after last time," he says honestly. He feels happy but also nervous for what he is about to expose you to. He knows that everyone will be pissed at him for getting you involved but he could care less. At this point he would do anything to get you back, he would even travel through Mordor unarmed for you.

"Me too Eddie," you reply sweetly. Your heart skips a beat as he presses a kiss to your knuckles. "Eddie, before you begin, I just want to say I'm sorry for how I acted the last time we spoke. It wasn't unnecessary and I said some things that I didn't mean." Your head drops down and you look at your lap, unable to meet his gaze.

He lifts your chin with his ringed finger. "I already forgave you, baby. There's nothing to apologize for," he whispers against your hand still pressed to his lips. You smile as a heated flush creeps up your neck and settles on your face.

Eddie smiles at your response before he begins "As I said before sweetheart, what I'm going to tell you may be hard to believe but just know that everything I say is the truth." He licks his lips as he prepares to tell you the truth about Hawkins.

His eyes are wide, filled with warmth that eases any doubts you may have had before. You nod your head and you listen intently as he begins to tell you a tale so bizarre that it sounds like it's straight from a movie scene.

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You wave goodbye to Robin and Steve as you walk across the dark parking lot toward your car. Your mind races as you fumble with your keys to unlock the car. Hours have passed since your conversation with Eddie but you're still in shock.

The story he had told you felt too bizarre to be true. But when you sat back and thought about all of the strange occurrences that's happened, his explanation was more reasonable than what the media had portrayed. You were correct before when you thought that you wouldn't have time to tell him your truth. He had taken hours to go over everything with you and by the time he was done you were late for work.

You promised that you wouldn't tell anyone about what he had revealed to you, including Steve and Robin. He wanted to keep everyone oblivious to the fact that you knew everything, for now. You smiled to yourself, the way he worried over your safety made your heart clench in happiness and hope that he would be open to what you had to tell him.

A noise startles you from behind and you drop your keys in fear. You were on edge and every little sound was making you jump. Bending down you scoop up your keys swiftly, fear pumping through you as you slot your keys in the lock. You climb into your car swiftly, slamming the door behind you.

Your heart is pounding as you look behind you out of your car windows. For a moment there you could've sworn that you heard footsteps behind you. Taking a deep breath you start your car and head back to Eddie's house. He had invited you back to his house after work once you told him that you had something important to tell him as well. Your mom was out of town visiting family and you hoped that if things ended well, you could spend the weekend with Eddie.

So wrapped up in your thoughts you didn't see the car behind you until it slammed into you, causing you to swerve hazardously before regaining control.

"What the fuck," you yell in surprise. Your eyes fly to your rearview mirror and you're blinded by the harsh light reflecting from the beams.

You realize with a start that the reason you didnt notice them was that they didnt have on their lights until just now. They obviously didn't want you to notice them until it was too late. The car behind you rams into you again and you jerk forward from the impact. A cry leaves your lips as you step on the gas, you have to get away from this person before they kill you.

The other car is right on your tail as you bend the corner dangerously. Sweat coats your entire body as your adrenaline skyrockets. No matter how fast you go, the unknown assailant is right behind you.

The roads are dark and empty as you both race along the paved road. You cry in relief when you realize that you're a few minutes away from Eddie's house. No sooner than the thought enters your mind, they slam into you violently, and the wheel jerks as you lose control of the car. Your car veers off the road and your wheels screech as you skid across the pavement. A silent scream leaves your mouth as you realize that you are headed straight for the treeline.

As you brace for impact, your last thoughts are of Eddie, how you didn't get to tell him you were pregnant and that you never got the chance to tell him that you loved him. Your thoughts are filled with him as glass breaks around you with a sickening crunch and everything fades to black.

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ohhhhhh my god guys I gotta give you an update but i need to explain my entire job history for the past year first cause its a little confusing uh.

so feb-may I did this internship at this real estate digital marketing firm and I was just making social media graphics there. just instagram stories and shit. and it was boring as hell but I needed to find a job cause I was graduating, and I was hoping they would hire me but they didnt have the space for a new full time employee at the time so... that was a bust.

in june and july I was applying to jobs foreverrrrr and getting nowhere so I said fuck it i need SOMETHING to hold me over, so I started working in the print department at staples as you are all well aware. at least it would be relevant enough to put on my resume cause I do want to make print graphics right? so its something.

then like 6 weeks ago my manager from the internship reached out to me and said she wanted to take me back part time after all. so for the past month and a half I've been working 2 part time jobs, one at staples and one at this marketing office doing the exact same fuckass ig stories as before. i wont lie its been exhausting and unsustainable so I was still applying for other full time design jobs cause I had no idea how long I could keep this up.

about 3 weeks ago I got an interview for one of those jobs I applied for and they explained that they were actually looking for a senior designer which obviously im not qualified for, but they liked my portfolio enough that they wanted to consider CREATING a junior designer role for me which was CRAZYYY to hear... it's a hawaiian bbq restaurant chain and I'm definitely wayyy more interested in designing for food and beverage stuff than real estate, plus a few other aspects about the job sounded really appealing to me and the interview went great so I was really hoping to get that job. but then I didn't hear back and Im so desensitized to getting ghosted after interviews i stopped getting my hopes up a long time ago.

a week and a half ago management at my real estate job told me that they were finally ready to bring me on full time, and since it didnt seem like I had any other prospects I wasnt really in a position to turn it down, so I immediately accepted and put in my 2 weeks at staples. this saturday will hopefully be the last day i ever have to work retail forever. I didnt make any announcement here when I found out because its honestly been making me depressed thinking about doing nothing but making fuckass instagram stories for ugly real estate companies 40 hours a week and people congratulating me on it would just make me more depressed. I wasn't supposed to start full time there until the monday after thanksgiving so ive still been doing my double part time grind.

but then......

whats that....???

THE HAWAIIAN BBQ RESTAURANT ENTERS WITH THE STEEL CHAIR!!!!

after weeks of no response the hr guy finally gave me a call just now to tell me I GOT THE JOB?!??! i genuinely honestly did not think they were gonna give me an offer and was just gonna move on with my life 😭 so now im gonna have to walk into my office tomorrow morning and say SIKE!!! and theyre all gonna be so mad at meeeee but this is genuinely such a better position for me I didnt think this was gonna happen for another year at least....

tldr I thought i was gonna be stuck with a job i dont like but I ended up getting the job I want!!!!!!!!

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atinylittlepain · 1 year

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Grocery Store Blues - Chapter 2

Eddie Munson x f!reader/f!oc

He falls for the pretty girl with the pretty daughter in the cereal aisle.

Two tired hearts share a few bowls of Lucky Charms.

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warnings | 18+ angst, Eddie drinks 2% milk and I stand by that fact

a/n | Wow! I have been so excited by people's response to chapter one! I was going to start a posting schedule of chapters coming out every Sunday but I'm just too stoked to get chapter two out so starting next week, expect new chapters every Sunday! Thank you all so much for reading :)

She’s been thinking about that box of Lucky Charms more than she’d like to admit. It’s been sitting on the kitchen counter all week. She refuses to open it, or even put it away. She’s found herself on more than one occasion, after having tucked Poppy in for the night, just staring at the box, picking it up, practically fondling it. Her eyes always rest on the phone number, though she has yet to work up the courage to actually call.

She’s worried if she does call Eddie, that she’ll end up sounding like a complete dope on the other end, she hasn’t exactly been in the dating pool the last three years. But then, she figures that’s presumptuous of her, to assume Eddie was even implying a date. He probably assumed she was married, or at least had a boyfriend, as most people in Hawkins did until they realized it was just her and Poppy, promptly disappearing from whatever was left of her social life. He probably just felt bad for her, a stressed out mom who could use a friend. Or maybe he was a pervert and actually was into the idea that she wasn’t single. Wherever her anxious mind wandered, it always concluded with her setting the box back on the counter, the phone on the wall remaining untouched.

She told herself that, regardless of Eddie’s intentions, she didn’t have time for the distraction anyways. Thanksgiving was long over, and she was in the final sprint of exams and term papers, while still covering afternoon shifts working the front desk of the local pediatrician’s office. The job itself was easy, it was the entering mothers’ endlessly judgemental appraisals of her that made it so brutal. But she endured it because it meant Poppy got free check-ups, an admittedly under-the-table perk she had worked out with the head doctor since he happened to be a friend of her Aunt Helen.

She knows that none of this, really, would work without her aunt’s help. It was Helen who took her in, coaxing her to move to Hawkins when everything fell apart around her. It was Helen who helped her pay for college, and was always offering to help her with rent, gas money, groceries, though she refused to take any more money than what had already been given to her. It was Helen, always waiting, up and ready at 7:15 to take Poppy off her hands so she could get to the Indiana University Campus in Kokomo in time for her 8:00 class. It was Helen who had found a daycare that ran until 5:00, dropping Poppy off when she herself went to work in the local bakery she owned. Sometimes, the weight of everything her aunt had done for her felt crushing. How could she ever repay her for all this?

She’d express these fears to her aunt, often, and the woman would crinkle her nose and flap her arm as if to wave off a bad funk, telling her that she’d repay her by staying in school and becoming a teacher, her dream job since she was little, showing Poppy what it meant to be a resilient woman. Helen herself was a bit of an oddball, never married and no children, but her bakery had been a mainstay of Hawkins for decades and so she was well-known and well-liked. Needless to say, she wanted to make her aunt proud, and she busted her ass to do so, which was exactly why a distraction like a pretty man with the nicest brown eyes she’d ever seen was precisely the thing she needed the least.

She was so close to graduation, done by the end of April with all her scrounged-together summer credits. And Poppy would be turning four in July, which meant that by next fall, she could be teaching just as her little girl started pre-school. This was the thought that buoyed her, and she held onto it, rolling it over like the sweetest lozenge when things turned sour. She was reminding herself of this hopeful, possible future, driving back to the apartment complex after picking her girl up from daycare. Poppy had come down with a little cold after all, the aftermath resulting in sweet sounding sniffles and a touch more angst than usual, but now looking in the rearview mirror, she was dozing off mildly. And then, there was a loud pop, and a pathetic sputtering as the car dipped over to the right side. She did her best to not curse, since Poppy had cleverly started picking up on her more colorful language, and puttered off onto the side of the road. She glanced back at her daughter, who had been jolted out of her sleep.

“It’s alright, pops. I gotta check the car.” Her daughter scrunched her face, “car mama?” She couldn’t help but smile at that, and nodded, “be right back, baby.”

When she got out, she found exactly what she had feared. The front right tire was completely flat, black rubber looking like it was melting into the grass on the side of the road. Luckily they weren’t in the middle of nowhere, just towards the outskirts of Hawkins proper and there was Benny’s diner right up the road.

“Could always be worse, I guess.” She muttered under her breath as she walked around to her daughter’s side, opening the door and bending in.

“Is it broken?” Poppy’s eyes were wide. “Yeah, baby, but it’s ok. We gotta call someone to help us. Can you come with mommy to go get help?” Her daughter scrunched up her face again, nodding very seriously. Under other circumstances, she would have laughed at her girl’s very mature expression.

After walking up the road to Benny’s with her girl perched on her hip, she slides into the phone booth in the back of the diner, finding Thatcher’s Tires in the phonebook. She had set Poppy down, and now her girl clings to her jean-clad legs, pressing her face into the side of her thigh.

“Thatcher Tire, this is Eddie speaking, how can I help you.” She tells the man that she needs a tow and he tells her he’ll be there in fifteen minutes. She only briefly considers that the man shares his name with her cereal box crush, but figures that Hawkins is a big enough town for there to be multiple Eddies around.

She is sorely mistaken about that assumption, and she realizes it the minute the tow truck pulls into view. She can see the halo of long, frizzy hair getting caught in the light of the sunset. She hikes her daughter further up on her hip, resting against the trunk of her car, her brain blaring the shit shit shit alarm on a constant loop. He pulls off the road in front of her car and when he gets out and sees who he’s helping tonight, those melty brown eyes flicker.

“Well, I didn’t realize I’d be towing the car of the prettiest ladies around. We meet again,” he’s grinning from ear to ear as they meet between the two cars. She’s blushing fiercely, feeling both mortified and giddy at seeing Eddie again.

“I didn’t – I mean I didn’t realize – I didn’t know you–” He cuts her off, crossing his arms over his chest and dipping his head to meet her bashful gaze.

“You didn’t know I was the new owner of Thatcher Tire?” She sighs, pressing her lips together and shaking her head.

“It’s alright, sweetheart. Been waiting for you to call, though. Got a gallon of two percent waiting and everything.” His smile goes crooked, clasping his hands behind his back and tilting his head to the side. If it’s even physically possible, she blushes harder.

“I-I’m sorry. I did think about it. Calling you. It’s just– I’m– it’s a really busy time and–” He holds up his hands, “hey don’t worry. I’m sorry too. I can come on a little strong without realizing it.” He’s rubbing the back of his neck. Meanwhile her nearly completed English degree seems to be rendered useless. Her mouth feels like it’s full of cotton. She wants to correct him, to tell him that it wasn’t too strong, that she’s the weirdo. But before she can say anything he’s bouncing into motion, clapping his hands together and eyeing her car.

“Why don’t we get you towed, huh? I can take care of that tire back at the shop real quick, get you on your way.” She smiles briefly, before blanching, remembering how there’s practically a moth making residency in her wallet right now. Her paycheck can’t come soon enough.

“Oh god, I didn’t even think about this– do you know about how much that’s gonna cost?”

He crinkles his brow, sucking his teeth, “well, I’m not gonna lie, sweetheart. My rates have recently gone up.” Her stomach starts to twist. “If you’ll agree to share a bowl of cereal with me, preferably Lucky Charms, well, I think that should just cover it.”

“Oh no, I couldn’t– “ He cuts her off, dramatically waving his arm, “I know, inflation, huh? But that’s the best I can do.” She laughs, actually laughs. It’s like something in her just breaks loose. Poppy is startled by it, preening her head out from her neck and resting her palm on her cheek like a tiny star, “mama?”

“Tell you what, if this little princess joins us for our cereal date, I’ll throw in an oil change. I know it’s a steep price, but I’m only an honest, hardworking man trying to make a living.” He draws both his hands to his heart, pouting his lip at her. She can’t believe this guy.

“Can I ask you something first?” He nods his head so hard she thinks it might bobble off. “Are you always this… on?” He snorts before squaring his shoulders, she thinks trying to look serious, “only around pretty women who make me nervous, ma’am.” The laugh she lets out at that is ugly, a high cackle, really, and Poppy joins in with a giggle, trying to figure out what’s going on between her mom and this man.

“Well… I have to say, you drive a hard bargain. But, I think we could make that work.” She’s playing along, and it feels good.

He holds his hand out for her with far too much drama, “pleasure doing business with you, sweetheart.” She shakes his hand with the arm not keeping Poppy on her hip, her girl still giggling from Eddie’s antics.

“Alright, we’ve been standing here long enough, let’s get you ladies towed.”

She’s starting to think this one might be worth the distraction.

#eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson angst

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thewritingofspencerrose · 10 months

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Little Lady Masterlist

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jackhughes you've been by my side since before we were born (i guess it's a twin thing) and i don't think i would have ever wanted it another way. when we were little and i'd have a nightmare, you'd crawl over from your bed into mine and give me the biggest hug you could muster to calm me down. when i would get a hurt, you'd pull out your little first aid kit, unicorn bandaids and all, and patch me up before mom ever got the chance. i guess it makes sense why you are graduating from nursing school today, read to help others like you did me. i could not be more proud of you mags ❤️

maggie.hughes jack i could not have asked for a better twin ❤️

jackhughes i know, i'm pretty great maggie.hughes i retract my previous statement.

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_quinnhughes i'm going to be honest, i really only wanted a little brother. but the minute you were born, even at a year and a half i knew i would be looking out for you for the rest of your life. and i could not be more proud of the life i have watched, and I can't be more proud of you today as i watched you walk across that stage and get pinned as a nurse. you're an amazing kid and i'm so glad i didn't only get a brother

jackhughes uh, should i be offended?

_quinnhughes not unless you want to be.

maggie.hughes thank you for always being my best friend and giving the best hugs Q ❤️

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lhughes06 you have looked after me since you were 3. when you left for college, i cried for a week. i mean, new jersey was so far away (so is california, by the way). but you were still attending ever game you could, and texting me daily for life updates. so even though you are going away again (i hate you trevorzegras), please keep looking after me. i'll miss you.

maggie.hughes oh lukey, i'll miss you too kiddo

maggie.hughes but i'll be back to visit and you can always come to anaheim! trevorzegras to be discussed maggie.hughes trevor. trevorzegras see you in anaheim lhughes06!

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elhughes we both know i love the boys, but the moment i found out i was going to have a little girl i cried, and i cried, and i cried. you have been my closest friend since you were born, and the biggest help in managing four boys (yes, i'm including your father in that count). your talent, empathy, and joy light up every room you enter and i could not be prouder of everything you're doing with your life. i love you baby❤️ (this is a photo of maggie and baby luke, way back when)

maggie.hughes i learned everything i am from you momma ❤️ love you back!

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trevorzegras i have loved you since we were eighteen. now, i know we met a few years before that, but i knew i wanted to be with you forever when you got comfortable enough with me to ramble about books for 45 minutes. jack had warned me not to get you started, that you would never stop, and you always were shy about how much you read. but one night you just couldn't stop reading this book, and everyone else had already gone to bed so you turned to me and said "can i tell you about my book?" and i wanted listen to jack, but you were so shy, and looked so hopeful. so i said yes, and i couldn't be happier that i had. your nerdy rambling is one of my favorite things about you.

i love everything about you and i couldn't be happier to be able to watch you follow your dreams.

_quinnhughes you made her cry. and if it wasn't because of how much she loves you i'd kick your ass trevorzegras uh thank you?

maggie.hughes i love you to the moon and back trevorzegras i love you to saturn and back

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maggie.hughes they tell you that time flies when you're having fun, and they're not wrong. the thing is, it also flies when you're looking forward to what comes next. no matter why it flew, it did, and i have loved my time as a nursing student, sports medicine nursing assistant for the njdevils, and living down the road from my brother(s) more than anything.

and a moment of appreciation to my boy. since the season ended for the ducks, he has been on load to me from jamiedrysdale (thank you jimmy) and keeping an eye on me during finals and graduation. making sure i'm eating (while teaching himself to cook), making sure i was going to bed at a good hour, and helping me study. i love you Z with my entire heart, and i can't wait to live with you (and you jamie)

trevorzegras i love you more than i do jack lhughes06 oh wow, that's basically a proposal jackhughes Z, how dare you! i thought we were forever! maggie.hughes ... i love you too?

nicohischier beyond proud of you kid! may just have to fly out to anaheim for our movie nights from now on!

jamiedrysdale you can have him any time! it's been so quiet around here! (also, congrats! can't wait for you to officially join apartment movie nights!)

#original character #the writing of spencer rose #nhl fanfiction #trevor zegras x hughes sister #hughes sister #best friends to lovers trope #maggie hughes story #trevor zegras x oc

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simonsapelsin · 10 months

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Young Royals WIPs that own my soul

I am subscribed to too many WIPs. I'm excited about them all, but these are the ones for which, when (if?) that sweet ao3 email hits the inbox, I will embarrassingly squeal and kick my feet and drop whatever I am doing to read. I have read some of these surreptitiously at work or even walking down the street.

Sharing because I am procrastinating on doing something super boring. And I love talking about fanfiction and hyping it up. I am so invested in these Wilmons!!

always on the tip of my tongue by royalwilmon

Friends. A decade ago, they could have been more, but that's not what happened. They remained friends. Best friends.

Benefits. Because having a best friend who knows you inside and out can have its perks.

Everybody Loves You Now by lc2l

International pop sensation Simme has announced on Instagram that he will be celebrating the end of his sold out world tour with five consecutive shows in Stockholm starting TONIGHT and running through the week. This will be his first extended stay in Sweden in four years, since he graduated from high school and flew to L.A. to sign a record deal. And what is Wilhelm supposed to do with that.

Get in loser, we're going camping by piebingo

In which Simon and Wille go camping together, except they don’t know a thing about camping and Wille is madly in love with his best friend. Plunge into Wille’s world as he understands his changing feelings for his best friend and watch him decide (and struggle) to do something about it.

In Another Life by embracedthevoid

Wilhelm never returned to Hillerska after winter break, and he has spent his entire life regretting it. Nearly a decade later, he runs into Simon. He had hoped he'd successfully moved on from his feelings after all these years, but clearly, he was wrong. The two spend a passionate night together, expecting it to be their last. That is until it happens a second time when the two come arrangement that suits both their needs. Friends with benefits? No, they'd have to actually be friends for that to be the case.

obviously by grapehyasynth

In their final year of secondary school, Simon and Wille find themselves entering a potent, secret relationship that threatens to upend both their lives. It can't last, but neither can they stop being a part of each other's lives. Over the next few years, even as everything around them changes, even as they hurt and lose each other, they keep finding themselves drawn together. Normal People AU.

Simon + Wilhelm by Kingadrianos

After a significant loss in the Eriksson gang, Simon is sent out to find the one responsible for the death of his uncle: His sworn enemy, the second heir to the Royal smuggling empire (and the Eriksson family's business rivals), Wilhelm Royal. Problem is, they already happen to know each other better than everyone else thinks… A modern Romeo and Juliet AU.

#young royals fanfic #yr fic #yr fanfic #young royals fic #young royals

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Closer to You - Han Jisung X Female Reader

Best Friend! Idol! Jisung X Best Friend! Stylist! Female Reader

Established Long Time Friendship

Requested: Yes

Genre: Fluff and Smut with a bit of Angst

AN: This fic will contain 18+ content Minors DO NOT INTERACT!!! I hope you guys enjoy this. This is my first time writing a friends-to-lovers plot type, so please leave feedback. I'm open to any and all criticism as long as it is constructive. Thank you, Enjoy!!

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Y/N had known Jisung for as long as she could remember. The two had been as thick as thieves since they could walk. They both grew up studying in Malaysia, and when Jisung went to Seoul to chase his dream of being an idol, Y/N followed him to support him. She studied while living in Seoul and eventually earned her fashion degree. After her graduation, she applied for a stylist job at JYP Entertainment.

She was assigned to Stray kids around the God's Menu era. When Jisung found out his best friend was going to be their stylist, he was so excited. While she would take his measurements, he would pick at her. "Ji! Hold still! I really need your accurate measurements! Channie-Oppa, please control your kid" She whined. Chan chuckled, "Jisung-ah hold still so y/n can get your measurements."

As time passed, Y/n's feelings for Jisung got stronger, and she was having trouble ignoring them, especially when Jisung hugged her every time he saw her. Soon Jisung and Y/N became friends with benefits. Y/N hated that all she was to Jisung was his best friend with whom he had sex, but she knew that if she confessed to Jisung, she could lose him as her friend.

Y/N was waiting for Jisung to arrive for their weekly movie night, but he was running late from dance practice. She sighed as she was dressed in her pajamas, knowing what would be coming as soon as they sat down to watch the movie.

When Jisung arrived, he smiled and hugged her, still sweaty from practice. "Hey, how was practice?" she asked softly. Jisung groaned, plopping himself down on the couch with his head on Y/N's lap, "It was stressful. we had to learn two new routines today." Y/N chuckled at him softly, "Looks like someone needs to let off some steam. Any way I can help?" Jisung smirked up at her.

He sat up and kissed her passionately while wrapping his arms around her and pulling her into his lap, straddling him. She ran her hands through his hair, kissing him lustfully. Jisung picked her up and carried her to the bedroom, still making out with her.

As he laid her down carefully on the bed, Jisung quickly took his shirt off, throwing it somewhere in the room. Y/N took her shirt off as well, her bra following. Jisung looks at her, his eyes dark with lust, "Fuck, you look so beautiful." Y/n felt her heart speed up quickly as he pulled her into a rough kiss. Y/n pulled on Jisung's belt as she unbuckled it. Jisung's chuckle sounded in her ear, "Eager, aren't you? You're such a slut for my cock" She nodded at him, "Yes, please need it, Ji"

Jisung wasted no time completely undressing himself and Y/N and pushing himself into her. She moaned out as she felt him enter her, "Fuck Ji! You're so big," Jisung groaned lowly in her ear, "how are you still so tight?" Jisung thrusts into Y/N roughly, eliciting moans and whines from her mouth.

Y/N whined and whimpered softly as Jisung grabbed her throat applying pressure softly, "You love when I'm rough with you don’t you, slut?" Y/N nodded quickly moaning softly. Y/N felt the knot in her stomach grow tighter as she felt her orgasm grew closer. "F-fuck Y/N if you keep clenching around me like that I'll cum" Jisung groaned softly.

"Do it! Fill me up Jisung!" Y/N moaned as she threw her head back as she came. Jisung moaned deeply as he trusted as deep as he could cumming inside of her, "F-fuck you felt so good."

Jisung pulled out of her and laid beside her almost instantly falling asleep. Y/N looked at him and sadly smiled. She gently stroked his hair and whispered, "Good night, Ji. I love you" Y/N fell asleep soon after.

A few weeks later...

She had been avoiding Jisung for weeks now and she had even ended their friends with benefits arrangement. It wasn't that she didn't want to be around him. She was worried that her feelings for Jisung would be revealed if she continued with their arrangement.

She found out that she was pregnant and was afraid that Jisung would hate her if she told him. The only person she told about the baby was Minho since he was the only one who knew about the arrangement and her feelings she had for Jisung. "Y/N, You need to tell him. He has a right to know. This is his child too." Minho told her quietly as she arrived to work. "I know. I just don't know how to, Min" She admitted. "He won't hate you. Just do it soon."

Later, Y/N groaned softly as she took Chan's measurements so she could quickly design his outfits for the Maniac world tour that was quickly approaching. "Y/N? Are you feeling ok?" Chan asked looking at her concerned. Their leader's sudden question alerted the other members to their stylist's side. "I'm fine. Just feeling a little nauseous" she replied. "are you sure? you look a little pale, Y/N-ah" Changbin said softly. "Guy's I'm fine. I promise. it's probably something I ate3 making me feel like this" Y/N insisted.

After she finished with most of the members, she sat down before she started taking Jeongin's measurements. In the middle of writing down the measurements, she felt sick and ran to the nearby bathroom. "Let it out Noona" Jeongin said as he rubbed her back and held her hair back as she vomited into the toilet. She groaned after she finished. The other boys gathered outside the bathroom waiting for Jeongin to let them no how Y/N was feeling.

She sat down and waited for the nausea to pass as she drank some water. Jisung sat beside her softly feeling worried. He rubbed her back softly, "Let me bring her home she needs to rest." Chan nodded. Y/N sighed but let Jisung bring her home.

"Y/N talk to me. You've been acting weird lately. First you end our arrangement, then you won't hang out with me, and now you're keeping secrets from me. I know you talked with Minho about me. What did I do that made you hate me?" Jisung said feeling frustrated as she sat on the couch. "Ji...I don't hate you. I could never hate you. I love you so much that I couldn't stand to continue our arrangement knowing that you'd never feel the same!" She confessed, "I-I can't ruin your career like this. You worked so hard to be an idol and I don't want to come in the way of that"

Jisung looked at her confused, "What do you mean? You couldn't possibly ruin my career, Y/N. I've loved you since we were teenagers. I didn't think you'd ever love me like that which is why I loved our arrangement so much." Y/N looked at him tears falling from her eyes as Jisung pulled her close.

She quickly shook her head, "No, you can't love me. I will ruin your career. Ji, I'm pregnant" Jisung looked at her softly in shock but he only pulled her closer and wiped her tears away. "Baby..baby..baby... This won't ruin my career. Our baby is just another reason for me to love you more. I love you and I'll be here for you." Jisung gently stroked her hair as he laid on the couch holding her close.

"I love you, Ji" She said feeling tired. "I love you too baby" Jisung said kissing her forehead, "Let's get you into bed." Jisung carried her to the bedroom and laid her down before getting in beside her with his arms around her. Y/n slowly fell asleep in Jisung's arms with his loving gaze on her. "Don't worry sweetheart, I love being closer to you" Jisung whispered to her softly kissing her cheek as he took a nap with her.

#han jisung #stray kids fluff #skz fluff #stray kids fanfic #skz imagines #stray kids x reader #skz fanfic #Han Jisung x y/n #han jisung fluff #han jisung smut #skz smut #stray kids angst #stray kids fanfiction #stray kids imagines

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herri-writes · 1 year

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真夜中のノクターン

Ritsu Sakuma x Reader

Note: OKAY an another Ritsu fic but this time, it's a songfic. Pls kill meheuheuehuehuheu

Okay lemme try writing for (!) era starting this year after writing a few fics that are in the (!!) timeline (Spoiler: Already did). Brainworms coming to rot my brain since I'm being productive af rn.

Translated lyrics here btw.

HEUEHUEHDHEUEHS anyways, why does the sakuma brothers have the most attractive voices I'm about to get an auralism atp. Herri not falling for the chara's voice challenge failed.

"(Name)? Why are you still... here...?" He yawned between his words. You just thought of the sleep expert you referred to and not even said his name.

Or so you thought when a sleepy, serene voice called you from the doorstep of the music room.

"Ritsu...? And why are you here...?" You asked him back and he answered, "I just woke up."

'Right... It's night time after all.'

He look at you with a questioning look. "I'll ask you again, what are you doing here?"

"I'm just... here to finish everything before the Repayment Fes." You tiredly answered. Ritsu looked at the stack of documents on your desk and wondering which are the ones you finished and are not. "That much? You'll lose yourself at this point, (Name)." He said and dragged you away from your seat. "I'll let you sleep on my coffin bed and rest. You're supposed to be with Knights by tomorrow."

Tired and sleepy, you yawned as the night arrived. How many paperworks have you done today? You've lost count. You could see the unfinished stack thanks to the moonlight's gentle glow entering the transparent glass from outside the window. Even though the unfinished ones seemed lesser than the ones you had done, you groaned in frustration and the deadline is a few days away— specifically a week before the said deadline.

An early passer you are seemed to be productive due to your insomnia. Oh how much you wanted to rest but the remaining energy and adrenaline is still coursing through every single fiber and cell of your being. As much as you wanted to get out of your overworking state weeks before the Repayment Fes, you couldn't.

"Ritsu... I'm almost done..." You tried to reach the desk but his strong grasp on you won't let you go. "Give me few more minutes... I'll be done after this..." Your body has not much strength remaining that you surrendered. "Fine... have it your way..." Ritsu grinned in victory.

He carried you on his back and brought you to his coffin bed in the music room. You somehow noticed that it was close to the piano in the room. You do know well that this is one of Ritsu's favorite napping place and the reason why the music room is one of his favorites it's because there's a piano. He placed you on the bed gently and remembered something he told you this afternoon.

"So, Ritsu, you said that you wanted to see me after Knight's live, right? But why bother seeing me to—" He immediatly laid on top of you and hugged you, making you cuddle with him.

"Good night."

That was the last thing you heard from him after he cuddled you and fell asleep on the coffin bed Rei made specifically for him. You on the other hand patted his head comfortably and lulled him to sleep.

He hugged you tightly as if he didn't want to let you go. His fear of being abandoned triggered in his sleep. He nuzzled closer and you could feel his warm breath fanning the crook of your neck. He is like a cat wanting your attention, from annoying you, interrupting your work, or cuddling you until he sleeps and never let you move as it's a golden rule for every cat owners known in the face of the earth— never move when a cat is on you.

Repayment fes is coming to a close and you've been overworking as usual. It's supposed to be special for the graduates of this year. It'll be the last time you'll get to see your senior in their green neck tie and their blue blazer. Especially Izumi and Leo, the only third years of Knights. Not to mention, you'll be the same as them next year, becoming a third year and graduate as a student of Yumenosaki Academy.

Ritsu knows you've been overworking a lot and it concerns him. He's grown attached to you ever since you became Knights' producer. Other than Mao, you were closest to him by bond that he's comfortable of sleeping with you near him. He felt safe ever since the first time he laid his head on you to rest.

The last thing Ritsu wanted is you abandoning him. He didn't want anyone to abandon him all alone when he needs you the most.

You could hear a faint humming, probably from Ritsu. You thought he's asleep but he is half-asleep. You felt your eyelids gettung heavier and closed tightly shut. Your breathing is light and slow. Your body finally felt rest after a few days of suffering from insomnia.

Your hand stop patting his head and he smiled. He didn't want you fainting in the middle of the day. Not to mention, he always want your blood fresh and sweet which it actually translates into "Go to sleep. You don't want to get an insomnia or die from blood loss." in Ritsu's language. He didn't want you to know what it actually means or he'll bite you without warning.

He continued to hum his own nocturne in midnight.

The next night, he caught you overworking again that he dragged your hand to the music room once again. Reason? It's because he wanted to show you something. That something he wanted to show you is sheets of papers, written in sloppy yet neat handwriting. Some of them are written in scribbles and random writings but most of them are understandable to read.

"Seriously?" You raised your brow. "Lyric and music sheets?" He hummed at your question. "Another Knights song? Did you steal this from Senior Tsukinaga?"

"More like I wrote that." He retorted and you chortled. You read the lyrics and let out a smug smirk. "This seemed like it's written for Isara. That dedicated?"

"I rather bite you than admitting for who I wrote the song for." He looked at you annoyed and you ignored it with a hum.

'Midnight Nocturne...' You read the name of the song written on the lyric sheet. You turned the page behind the lyric sheet and what was revealed to you is a music sheet for piano. 'I couldn't even read this...' You received a few lessons from Leo and tried to understand the music sheet from the genius but as a result, all of those went out of the window.

"I'm going to play." Ritsu said and sat on the piano stool. "If you fall asleep, I'll have you as my pillow until we graduate."

"Alright. I won't sleep. I promise." You hummed in response and ignored him. For sure you'll be punished by him if you provoked him too much. But Ritsu, this time, he'll let it slide.

He placed his fingers on the piano keys and pressed it with grace. A melody came out of the piano and it caught your attention. It sounded gentle and comfortable, just like the pianist.

You remembered him humming the same song before cuddling you to sleep every late nights. Somehow, it became your lullaby from him.

The moonlight shines upon my fingertips, the stave whirling into the night

Trapped in the forest of sleep, I think of you whom I can't be with

He can see himself in the middle of the forest, where the moonlight shined upon him. He can see himself reaching his hand to the gentle rays that peeked through the leaves of the trees and cupped it as if he held it like the knight he is.

His body asleep, yet his soul awake. He is trapped in there while you remained in his deepest thoughts in the midst of his sea of memories. The only thing he felt in his sleepy journey is your presence, where he can only feel even without you near him.

I feel you beside me, in this darkness where there is no one else

He pressed the keys, releasing a beautiful melody from the piano. All he could think of is you whenever he sang this song. You beside him, you sleeping with him, and him in your arms, where he felt safe from all of his worries in his sleep.

He sounded like he longed for someone, someone he couldn't see but he felt their presence. Though alone, he will always feel that someone is beside him.

Your beautiful smile, it's like it could melt into the sun

Ritsu can only think of your smile. Your smile brightened his sleepy nights. Whenever you wake him up, he only thought of your smile. He only search for your smile when he wakes up and it happened when you saw him awake from his slumber.

"Ritsu..." You quietly muttered his name. You are listening to... his song. A song made by him and him alone.

Even in a world where we cannot intermingle

I am not alone right now

Though close by distance, you are too far for him to reach. It's as if you're worlds apart.

In the dead of night, with my sleeping breath, Song for you

Because I'm singing a melody that brings us together

He glanced at you and the moment he was about to, you are sitting beside him and laid your head on his shoulder. He smiled at his own progress. He was far from ending it yet he knows it touched your heart. It's just like how Knights' songs touched heart

And how your presence touched his own.

His voice sounded like a lullaby, calm and gentle, like a mother lulling their baby to sleep. But him, it's in his quiet nature. It left you in a daze, letting you enter your own reverie.

Just my piano, the moon and you, in a transparent sky

You can imagine yourself leaning on the piano as he played it under the starry sky. The water rippling at your every movement and mirroring the sky. It feels like a dream. You held out your hand as if to reach the stars. You are on your toes, aiming higher to reach it. A shooting star showed up on your view and your eyes sparkled more than the starry sky.

They simply kept existing kindly in the depths of my heart

The way he saw your smile made his night even more beautiful. His serenade made you wander in his dreams. His nocturne made you dance as your feet on the water created ripples in its wake.

While the tedium persists, by letting my fingers dance

His fingers danced on the keys. It so graceful that it speaks out, "It's my music, my song, and my piano. A melody that I own alone."

I come to know a sadness that resembles feelings of unrequited love, but

A drop of water fell from the sky. You held out your hand and it became a light shower. You felt like rain existed in your imagination. It touched your heart. It felt that sorrow and loneliness embraced him and you.

Even in a world that we cannot share, I won't lose sight of you

You felt like your body was swayed by the wind. You realized that it's Ritsu dancing with you. He turned you for a spin and held you close to him.

His first dance is his last in your reverie, but it will remain as a memory.

No matter where you are, an unchanging Song for you

He cupped your cheek and held you tighter on his embrace, as if he didn't want to let you go. You held the hand that cupped your cheek and let out a sigh of content, which you let out in your dreams and in reality.

Because I'm singing an eternal promise

You felt your eyelids became heavy and your heart beating loudly, loud enough for him to hear. Your souls are dancing but you remained there right beside him, listening to his nocturne.

Even if you can't hear me, I'm right here

Because even if I can't reach you, we're always together

'I know, Ritsu...' You answered him in your thoughts, hoping that he knew the same.

The pale blue moon connects us

Now, close your eyes and let us sing

"Even in a world where we cannot intermingle," You sang while he continued to play the piano. He let out a smile and continued for you. "Once again, towards the night you see somewhere."

"In the dead of night, with my sleeping breath, Song for you," He heard you hum along as he sang. He could hear you sing clearly. You remembered the very last line that etched in your mind for this very moment.

"Because I'm singing a melody that brings us together..."

Ritsu let out a finishing set of notes and his hand left the piano keys. He heard light breathing from beside him. He turned his head to see you're sleeping on his shoulder with a smile.

He chuckled lightly and patted your head.

"Sweet dreams, (Name)."

W/N:

HEUSHUEHSHEUDHD OKAY I AM GOING TO SHED TEARS BC THIS SONG CAN MAKE ME CRY I AM NOT LYING NO MATTER HOW MANY TIMES I READ THE TRANSLATED LYRICS I AM BAWLING.

#written by herri #ensemble stars #enstars #ensemble stars x reader #enstars x reader #ritsu sakuma #sakuma ritsu #sakuma ritsu x reader #ritsu sakuma x reader

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be-ready-when-i-say-go · 2 years

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If you're still taking requests, could you do one where the reader is Michael's fuck buddy and a fan records them on a date hanging out and someone recognizes the reader and basically get exposed and idk make it angsty where Michael accuses the reader of purposely exposing them or soemething and they end things and there's a time jump and idk I'm just in a angsty mood lmao

Written for Graduation Blurb Weekend. Today, May 8th 2022, is the last day to request.

Gender Neutral Reader Insert. CW: 18+ Content (Smut/Smut Adjacent). Read more is higher up for this reason!

Down We Fall

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You kiss at Michael’s jaw, lips scratched just a little by the beard he’s been growing over the last few weeks. You invite the feeling, the slight burn because behind that is the warmth in your gut as his hips rut into you.

“Fuck, baby,” he gapes into your skin. His breath is hot, his own body tingling and succumbing to the pleasure your body is giving his.

A small whine leaves your throat. “Please,” you whisper. The edge of release is teasing you with Michael’s painfully slow but hard thrust. You know he wants you there, begging him. He loves it. You wonder if he loves it because it makes him feel wanted. But you are happy to give into him, happy to make him feel euphoric even if it’s only for these fleeting moments.

“Please what?” Michael grunts pulling out of you.

“Please use me.” Your begging is punctuated by a thrust. “Yes, use me.”

Michael watches your mouth hanging open, head tilting back. Your throat looks back at him, the hickeys he planted there earlier are starting to blossom. His stomach flutters at the darkening skin. You are utterly gone beneath him. You are nothing but your desires, nothing but the heat in your gut, and the heat that you two share and Michael adores watching you like this.

Your release crashes through you. Watching you squirm, body tensing and relaxing in his arms. spurs Michael to finish soon behind you. His weight falls to the side of you after a moment of the haze starting to clear. You lay there for a minute longer and when the bed dips, you sit up, running your hands over your face. You’re trying to come back to yourself, trying to blink away the last few edges of ecstasy.

There’s still the whole afternoon. The errands you need to run--dropping off mail, groceries, stopping by your parents house to the family dinner that you said you’d attend since you dipped out last month. You weren’t looking forward to that part, but you had agreed and knew backing up the day of would surely have your father calling to gently urge you to at least call your mother.

Those are all the things that enter your mind that make it easier to peel yourself out of Michael’s bed. Not that you needed much prompting. The arrangement between the two of you was well understood even if it was understated. You hung out with Michael, slept with him, but never really pushed for more. He hung out with you. He slept with you, but also didn’t ask for more. Post his breakup, Michael had approached you one night. You wish you could say it was a mostly sober thing. Both of you were high, having ducked some of the guys to sit on Michael’s back porch and blew smoke into the seemingly starless night.

“You hungry?” Michael asks as the two of you pass each other. Him on his way out of the bathroom and you on your way into it.

“The usual?” you return over your shoulder.

“Of course. My treat.” Michael watches you as you walk through the threshold.

“Oh, if I didn’t know any better I’d say you were taking me out on a date.” Your voice floats out from the bathroom.

He smiles a little and catches the flutter in his chest. Did he want to take you out on a date? Could what the two of you have even lead to something more? “Don’t tempt me. All I need is the word,” he returns.

“Of course.” You return from the bathroom a few minutes later to Michael halfway dressed. You watch the muscles of his back as he buttons up the pants. You should not be trying to savor this moment, and yet you are. You quickly find your clothes and redress yourself. There’s no time for feelings here. No time.

You follow behind Michael through the streets. You need your car because once the two of you are done eating you’ve got to get your day rolling. Normally, you might’ve gotten all your errands done earlier, but you’d been with Michael last night too. And by the time you got home, you had another time from him, asking you to come back again today. There was no way you were going to say no.

The restaurant doesn’t seem busy just yet, but you know that the lunch rush will be coming in the next half hour. So you and Michael order quickly and take your food to a table near the back to eat. Something you noticed Michael choosing to do a lot with you lately. But again, you know given his life and the fans, anything they could get their noses into the fans would. So you settle for the back table.

“Looking forward you family dinner?” Michael asks and he smiles a little already knowing the answer.

You scoff, dipping your fries into the ketchup. “So ready.” Sarcasm drips from the words and Michael snickers.

“You could always lie,” he offers. “Your neck isn’t looking so hot from this angle.”

You’d seen the hickeys and already figured you’d have to find a collared shirt or dig out something else to hide them as you were cleaning up earlier. “Yeah, and I wonder who put them there,” you counter, watching Michael duck his head a little. But you catch the rosy tint to his cheeks at your jest.

“What’s on your agenda for today?”

“Soak up the last few days of paradise. Tour rehearsals start next week.”

You nod. “UK and Europe is first, right?”

“Yeah, after that, the Americas and…” he trails off for a moment, trying to recall what’s next after the South American and North American legs. But his memory is failing him. You look behind him, back into the sea of the place and notice a group of girls huddled closely together. For a moment, you think they might just be friends huddling to gossip together, but a phone moves in closer in the direction of you and Michael and the whole group looks up at you.

You smile in return and they quickly look away, but you return your attention back to Michael. He’s still going on about all the places for tour but you quietly interrupt. “Don’t look now but your six, my twelve, are definitely some fans.”

A small sigh escapes Michael. “I’m sorry. I didn’t think anyone would recognize us.”

You shrug. “It’s your world Michael. I’m not mad. They don’t seem to be moving in. Just recording I think.”

It still causes Michael a small moment of discomfort. He was used to being recorded, knowingly and unknowingly. While the latter situation wasn’t okay, he’d just gotten used to it. But the thing he didn’t want was for you to fall victim to it either.

“Do you want to grab some boxes and then jet? I don’t--I don’t know how you feel about being filmed?”

You shrug, taking a bite of the sandwich. The action alone answers his question and the two of you stay seated and finish your meal. As you leave, Michael behind you, you in front, you spot the girls and give them one last smile to hopefully ease any tensions. They nod in return and then fall back into each other.

Michael watches the exchange only in passing and gives a smile too to the group. He’ll stop if they stop him, but if they don’t, he’ll keep going as to not put you in anymore awkward situations. He walks you to your car, his leftovers in his hand. “Don’t burn down your parents house alright?”

You lean up against the driver side door. “No promises.”

“I expect nothing less.”

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Two days before Michael leaves for tour, he calls you late into the night. You know by the pant and whine in his voice what he is calling you for. You pause your work on your dishes and lean into the counter. “Take one hand and drag it up to your nipples, baby,” you whisper into the phone.

You listen for the exhale to crackle through the phone to let you know that Michael’s following the command. “It’s not the same,” he whines out a few minutes later, cock in his fist. “God, you’ve spoiled me.”

“I’m a ruiner. Now take your free hand and move down to your sac.”

Michael groans into the phone; he sounds a little muffled and you think he might be wearing his bluetooth headphones to have both hands free. But you listen for the harsh exhales and the curses Michael breathes out.

“Good-be good for me,” you command.

“I will. I am,” he returns.

You talk Michael through his orgasms and you clench at the sound of his haggard grunts and moans at his climax. “Wish I was there with you.”

“You could be,” he counters. Part of him wants you to be here, wants you to see him off. But feelings aren’t supposed to be a part of this.

“If you have tomorrow, I can be,” you offer.

“I’ll always have time for you,” Michael whispers.

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You show up to Michael’s place the next day not too bright in the morning and when Michael answers the door, there’s a bit of sweat on his forehead. “Perfect timing,” he laughs. “Just got back from dog’s walk.”

You nod, adjusting the strap of your bag up onto your shoulder and step through the door as Michael steps to the side. “It’s like I’m a God,” you tease.

The late morning and early afternoon are spent buried in each other. From shower, to bedroom, to kitchen, Michael takes everything he can from you and you happily give it. You take what you can from Michael too. As the late afternoon turns into early evening, Michael suggests going out for dinner. He’s eaten through most of what’s in his house and what he knows will go back in his time away. Though he has friends checking up on the house in shifts, Michael made strides not to leave anything that would spoil. You happily agree to the dinner and refresh quickly.

The two of you barely get your drinks that you ordered before you spy someone holding out their phone. You look more directly in the direction and the phone is quickly lowered, when it’s clear you’re watching. Michael noticing your distracted attention looks over his shoulder and sees a couple people ducking closer together.

“Again?” he sighs.

You shrug. “Appears so.”

He looks back to you and spies you on your phone. “How do they keep finding us?”

You give another disinterested shrug. You know that the universe has a funny way of working and you’re not necessarily in the mindset to figure out the way it works. Michael keeps watch and he wants to take your unconcern to mean that you’re okay.

“I-I don’t want this to come across the wrong way,” Michael starts.

You set your phone down, having texted your brother back that you’re not at home for him to come by. You don’t tell him where you are, but instead offer to pick him up on the weekend. Your eyebrow arches. “You do realize that whatever you’re about to say is now like 2 times more likely to come across wrong.” You punctuate the sentence with a small laugh and motion for Michael to continue on.

“Do-do you know how we keep getting spotted?” He doesn’t want to believe you’re setting this up. But it’s starting to feel too much of a coincidence. The last thing he needs are rumors even before he’s ready to admit anything.

You blink, shaking your head for a second. “Are you asking if I’m leaking where we are?” You keep your voice low but push each sentence out through your teeth.

“I-I don’t--Look, I like hanging out with you and I like what we have. But if you want something or are trying to push for more, then I-I need to have an actual conversation. I don’t need leaks. And I don’t want this to sound like I’m accusing you. I mean coincidences do happen. But I-I just need to know you’re not doing this.”

You throw your phone at Michael and it hits the table with a harsh thud. The silverware shakes and clatters against each other. Michael tries to catch the device to soften the blow it’ll endure on the table. You’ve given him the passcode on a few occasions. “Check. Fucking check to see if I’m doing anything nefarious. We’ve been doing whatever this is, fucking and hanging out for months now. And yes, maybe I’m not sure if more is being built but the thing I would never do is out you and your location. As much as your fans are supportive, some are entitled. That puts you in danger. The last thing I want is to put you in harm’s way.”

Your hands shake a little in your lap. How could Michael come to any sort of thought that you’d be selfish enough to want your face connected to him by such manipulation and trickery?

“I’m-I’m sorry. I just, I had to ask. Please I believe you, okay. I’m sorry.” He places your phone down on your side of the table. Your eyes are narrowed in on him and he can see the tension in your jaw. The way you’re pushing out each exhale through your nostrils.

You wish now you’d driven here yourself. You rode with Michael, but sitting across from him is making your blood boil. “No, I want you to fucking check.” You unlock your phone and it takes all your strength not to chuck it at his chest. You hold it out and Michael shakily accepts the device. “Start with my latest text message. See who it was too.”

Michael taps on the Messages icon and then he sees your brother as your top thread. “It’s your brother.”

“Click on his name. Open up to make sure it’s his number.”

Michael does as instructed and verifies that it is the same number he has in his phone. “It’s his number.”

“Read my text to him.”

Michael goes back to the thread. “‘Not home tonight. But I can get you Saturday. Want a sibling ice cream date or is it bad at home?’”

Your parents had started to get into more verbal fights since you left home. Your brother, at sixteen, was stuck there and did his best to get out of the house when he could. You had chosen Michael and it sucks to know that he’s at home listening to fights. But you’d always rescue him when you could.

“Huh, sounds an awful like me being the big sibling here and wanting to save my brother from the fucking hellhole that our house has become for him. Find the next text thread. Go to my instagram. See who I’ve been DMing.”

Michael looks up to you, sees the fire in your eyes. “I believe you.”

“Check,” you return.

He sighs, swipes and finds the IG app on the second page. It takes a moment to load and when it does, he hovers over the message tab. “I don’t want to do this. It was wrong of me to phrase it like that.”

“Check.”

The tears are stinging behind his eyes because he knows. He knows that he won’t find anything. He knows that you’re doing this because every ounce of you is burning. “I can’t. I know. I’m sorry.”

You push away from the table, the glasses and plates clatter. You stop at his side and tap onto the icon. Even if Michael wanted to look, he can’t make out much from the screen as his eyes fill with more tears. You tap through the threads. “College roommate--they just graduated with a Masters. Friend from high school. They just had a kid.” And down and down the threads you go. When you’ve exhausted the threads from the last few months, you go to your camera roll. You go to Twitter. You show him your likes, your DMs there too.

With you standing in the middle of the back corner, you know you’re definitely causing a scene now. When you’ve exhausted every corner of your phone, Facebook, Snapchat, event the Camera Roll. You make sure to show even the deleted photos, the nudes you know too are on Michael’s phone, the silly memes you’ve needed to clear out for ages. You show him everything. All Michael does is mutter out his apologizes.

You take your phone in return. “Finish your dinner. When you get home, I won’t be there. I hope the tour is amazing. I hope each show is fucking incredible; I think your fans deserve an amazing show. But I fucking hope you miss me with each show too. I fucking hope when you look at them, you think about what you accused me of.”

You don’t wait for a rebuttal, only strut your way to the front and put in Michael’s address for the Uber.

Michael stares down at the table and watches each teardrop fall. He doesn’t order anything. Just counts the seconds. He imagines you in the back of the Uber, storming into his house, Throwing your bag back together. He imagines how you probably do say goodbye to the dogs and when you’re done, hold onto the spare key.

Half an hour later, Michael stands from the table, face pink and eyes full of tears that will spill soon. He makes sure to leave a large tip for the server and settles into his car. True to your word, when he returns, you are not there. He climbs the steps of his porch and tape to the door is a note.

Plant pot. Michael tilts up the pot on the front steps and sees not just one but two spare keys.

______________

You check your phone and notice the almost daily voicemail from Michael. Three weeks, 19 messages. Most of the early ones are apologies, Michael breathing heavily as he tries to keep back tears. You expect the same today. Though you never reply to him, never let him know you’ve got them, you listen to every single one of them.

As you press play, you continue your pour of the cup of water. Your brother laughs in the background as the show continues on. “Hey. I think you’re sick of my apologies if you’re listening to these. So I’ll skip my blubbering session and get to the meat of it. I do miss you. Every show has been mind-bogglingly incredible. I’m happy to see the fans. They have such great energy. But I see you in the crowd every night. You are haunting each and every show we do. Because I want you to be there. I want you to witness it too. I don’t know what spell you’ve cast, but your face haunts every show. Your cheer echoes in their cheer. Your smile lingers behind their smiles. You are in everything and I should’ve-I should’ve given you more benefit of the doubt. I was paranoid. I kept wanting you more and more, and in less physically intimate way. I wanted to tell you about Moose’s funny face. I wanted to tell you about the new recipes I tried and nailed. I wanted to talk to you about your day and listen to every single word you spoke because I wanted you in the emotionally intimate sense. I wanted to lie next you at night and talk about where we’d be in 5 years, if we’d have kids together, what a wedding could look like for us. I wanted to bake banana bread with you and play video games with your brother to show him I cared about him too. I wanted to go to family dinners with you and shield you and your brother from your mother’s comments. I wanted so much with you and I was too fucking scared to say anything, to admit that. And so now the ghost of you buries every high moment because I’m not sharing it with the actual you. I hope you’re doing better out there.”

The message ends. You play it back, listening to Michael’s voice with your eyes closed.

I hope you’re doing better out there.

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countrymusiclover · 2 years

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26 - Garage Livin'

Part 27

Texas Romance

Tags - @supernaturalgirl30 @bvbwestfall @bubble-blu

Georgie walked over to his meemaw's house knocking on the front wanting to check on his girls even if Y/n wasn't really talking to him. "What are you doin' here?" Connie asked her grandson in confusion.

"Is Y/n here. I was gonna see if she needed anythin'?" He asked not understanding why she was confused considering last he knew she lived here.

Connie shrugged her shoulders showing him a note that was left on the fridge this morning. "She just left that saying that her parents had called her home to talk about something. I figured she'd be back by now."

Sitting on Georgie's bed I hold little Aurora in my arms cradled asleep hearing the door get pushed opened. Georgie's blinked a few times suprise written all over his face that I'm here. "Y/n, hey this is a suprise." He dropped his jacket at the door noticing the clothes scattered on the floor. "Oh uh sorry the cleaning lady didn't come today." He snatched up the clothes tossing them somewhere.

"Sorry to just come in all of the sudden but something's happened..." I trailed off seeing concern on his that either me or Aurora were hurt in some way. "My dad got offered a new job position in the city. His work wants him to move in a couple weeks. He said I could come with them if I wanted but either way I can't stay at my childhood home...could I - um we can..."

Georgie takes a seat beside me on the bed trying to not wake our little girl up from her nap. "Of course you can stay here. You're my family. You're my wife after all...I mean if you still want to be that is....I thought you were still staying at me Meemaw's?"

"I am only for two days...I think I found an apartment I can afford since Dale has been paying us more now." I replied tucking hair behind my ear after I laid Aurora on his bed underneath the covers so I could stand in front of him. Looking at him I started sniffing out tears.

Georgie jumps up to his feet opening his arms seeing me crying. "What's wrong, darlin'?" He wrapped his arms around my waist gently when I started crying more gripping his shirt in my hands.

"My whole life at the moment. Graduated high school, got pregnant at seventeen and now my parents are wanting me to decide...if I'm staying here or moving my whole life to the city!" Burying my face into his shirt I knew I shouldn't be getting emotional over this but I don't know what to do.

Georgie breaks the hug still holding me close to his chest confused. "What are you saying, Y/n?"

"Georgie, I have two weeks to decide if I live here...it would mean that we would only see each on holidays or something...I just...I'm scared. I don't know what to do." I wiped my sleeve under my nose before he draped an arm around my waist opening the door.

"Let's just get you something to eat first.." He whispered kissing my forehead entering the kitchen seeing Missy eating breakfast.

"Did someone have a sleepover?" She teased making Georgie roll his eyes right before Sheldon enters the kitchen.

I waved to him as he went to make breakfast. "Hi Sheldon...I am staying here for a little bit...again."

"Did you and my brother create another baby?" He asked where Georgie spit out his milk blushing alongside me.

Rubbing the back of my neck I wasn't sure why he would ask that question. Aurora was enough of a handful at the moment. "No Sheldon...no we didn't."

Georgie gently tugged my arm whispering in my ear so we could slip away before they asked more questions. "Let's go check out that apartment you talked about. Before they keep at it." Nodding my head I followed him outside changing into some jeans and a green sweatshirt climbing into his truck. The drive wasn't too far from their house so that was good if he came to see Aurora. Since I wasn't sure if we were okay living together again.

Turning the key I push the door opened having one window in the center of the wall. A bathroom on near the tiny kitchen. Georgie closed the door stepping into the small bedroom since the living room spilt. Running a hand through my hair I sit down on the small bed watching him stand in the doorway. "So what do you think?" I asked tilting my head to the side resting my hands on my knees with a heavy sigh.

"It's good. How much is the rent I can help you out." He asked with a small smile on his face wanting to help me out as much as he possibly could.

Twisting his grandmother's ring inside my jacket sleeve I knew it was one of the things I love about him. Even though I am not sure if I can get back together with him yet...not until I decide if I'm staying or leaving this state. "I'll figure that out later, but thank you. Let's go back to your house I'm kinda tired." He offered me his hands tugging me to my feet so the drive home was pretty quiet. Opening the door to his garage I kicked off my boots climbing under the covers seeing him about to leave so I could sleep. Holding myself up on my elbow I whispered softly. "Georgie...would you stay with me?"

"Absolutely...anything you want." He halted in his tracks immediately kicking off his boots nodding a couple times as he climbed in beside me wrapping his arms around me gently. Laying my head on his chest I instantly fell asleep like this.

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Regulus & The Cave

⦁ Harry, in cannon, is a pseudo-horcrux because Voldemort murdered Lily Evans Potter but Lily's love-protection-thing protected Harry from the killing curse meant for him and backfired on Voldemort who's soul was so damaged and unstable from creating many horcruxes that his remaining soul like shattered or something and part of it attached to the nearest living thing: baby Harry Potter. He's not a proper horcrux because Voldemort didn't intend to do it and didn't complete the process with the spell.

⦁ In my AU, Harry is a pseudo-horcrux like canon but it happened differently. Lily wasn't murdered. Instead the act of killing baby Harry is the required horrific act of murder but the backfire which killed Voldemort instead is the required death. I broke the required cold-blooded murder part into two parts; the remorseless intention and action(s) toward murdering somebody and the death of someone. You'd need both to create a horcrux and would accomplish both in a cold-blooded murder. A situation where someone died to protect an attempted-murder victim wouldn't create a horcrux unless the person trying to commit murder (and a horcrux) casts the completion spell then and there. Voldemort did it unintentionally because he was already unstable then died via backfiring killing curse.

⦁ The idea that Harry would become a (pseudo-)horcrux didn't occur to Regulus. Like with Snape in cannon, Dumbledore didn't tell Regulus or the Potters that Harry had to die for Voldemort to truly die.

⦁ There's debate on when Regulus Black's birthday is. Google said June 25 which I like bc mine is June 24. I'm going with June 25.

⦁ Regulus discovered that Voldemort made a horcrux a few weeks after he graduated when he nearly killed Kreacher. Voldemort was counting on the house elf dying.

⦁ Regulus switched sides and went to Dumbledore not long after his 18th birthday with his horcrux information. Dumbledore already knew and suspected multiple. Regulus thought it was only the one.

⦁ It was Regulus' who didn't want to tell his brother that he was a double agent. He thought Sirius would give him away, even in an effort not too. Besides, he figured since he believed when he joined that it was the right thing to do, that he deserved his brothers hate.

⦁ Besides, he'd likely die trying to get the horcrux or he'd be killed by Voldemort if he figured him out. Or he'd die fighting this war.

⦁ Point is, Regulus had enough painful memories of not being good enough for anyone but Sirius' mattered and he just didn't want to hear about how he was too late. Utter failure was easier to handle than Almost There.

⦁ When he entered the cave, Regulus was aware there was a very realistic probability of him dying in the cave. That's why he brought Kreacher.

⦁ Regulus would've liked a more thought out plan but when it became evident that the Potters were out of time, he knew there wouldn't be another chance soon.

⦁ If all went right then Dumbledore would be at the Potters and Voldemort would walk right into a half baked trap in which Dumbledore could kill him.

⦁ What would more likely occur is Voldemort showing up at the Potters with back up death eaters and Dumbledore wouldn't Kill him and people would likely die.

⦁ Depending on Voldemort's mood or the presence of werewolves, it could be a blood bath.

⦁ Whatever happened, Voldemort was occupied and if he felt Regulus destroy part of his soul, well he'd be occupied by a task which he would never delegate to a follower which gave Regulus a sliver of a chance to get away undetected. If he survived.

⦁ Horcruxes are very dark magic and Regulus assumed that Voldemort only dared to make one. Some of his work was centered around that assumption which lead to him believing that Voldemort would feel the destruction of his horcrux.

⦁ I imagine if Regulus found himself on a salt water beach sometime after the war that he'd be unsettled by the sound of water, especially crashing against rocks, combined with that strong salt water taste in the air and on his lips. A light way of saying it would be a PTSD trigger.

⦁ Regulus ordered the house elf to bring him to the location of the horcrux about a year after Kreacher nearly died.

⦁ He'd spent that year (6/79-6/80) studying horcruxes with Dumbledore. Trying to find any and all information on them that they could.

⦁ The problem was that horcruxes are consider so dark that even most dark wizards would be horrified by the creation of one. The practice of hiding the written words, not writing more and not saying anything to the newer generation in hopes of the knowledge being lost to history seems to be the favored practice. For Regulus and Dumbledore and even Riddle, that made getting information a very difficult challenge.

⦁ The first time he was there, Regulus studied the cave opening. His skin itched from the magic radiating within.

⦁ He knew he wasn't ready to go inward and he was careful not to preform any magic of his own to decrease the chances that it would become known to Voldemort that Regulus, or anyone, had been there and didn't die in the process. It was doubtful that Voldemort would think to look for Regulus' trace but it wasn't a chance worth taking. Kreacher used the minimal needed magic since the house elf magic trace is much more difficult for a wizard to pick up on.

⦁ I reread Chapter 26 "The Cave" from Harry potter and the Half-Blood Prince to write this with proper details. It's when Dumbledore brought Harry to the cave holding Slytherin's locket and drank the green potion.

⦁ He spent the majority of the following year preparing to get and destroy a horcrux; Voldemort's horcrux which meant also studying the magic and habits of Voldemort himself. He practiced defensive and useful spells like he was a 15 year old student again preparing for his OWLs. He still didn't feel ready in October of '81 but it was time.

⦁ The waves crashed against the rocks and wind howled as it tossed his curls around. He could taste the salt in the air and it stung his nostrils when he plunged into the icy waters.

⦁ Kreacher clung to the hood of his cloak as he swam toward the cave opening that took the appearance of a large crack splitting a huge rock into two. Further into the opening, the jagged crack became a narrow tunnel, which during the low tide should be empty or shallow enough to get inside.

⦁ A simple drying spell followed by a heating charm on his clothes calmed his shivers in a few minutes but the uncomfortable itch of the magic within the cave became more pronounced as he carried forward.

⦁ The tunnel lead to a den-like opening where it appeared to be the end. Regulus knew it was an illusion. Like the first time, Kreacher lead Regulus to a particular spot of rock wall. "It is hidden, Master."

⦁ Regulus waited a moment before realizing the elf wouldn't act without an order so he pulled his wand from his robes and made the entrance reveal itself.

⦁ "Blood, Master. It requires payment. Kreacher is will--"

⦁ "That is fine, Kreacher. I can do that." Regulus interrupted. He knew that already too. The elf offered last time as well. Like then, Regulus brought his wand to his right forearm and sliced his arm open, about two inches and only deep enough for blood to spill over the curve of his arm and on to the desired rock.

⦁ He went too deep the first time and didn't heal it very well so it left a small two inch scar on his right outer forearm.

⦁ Behind the entrance lie darkness.

⦁ "Lumos." He muttered. The black lake was just as he recalled it; still and dark and so large he couldn't see the other side nor the cave ceiling. The distant green hue remained too.

⦁ His wand lit the way for him and Kreacher but the darkness was so much bigger then his light and completely surrounding them.

⦁ This is as far as he went last time.

⦁ He turned to Kreacher and crouched to his level. "Understand me here. Don't touch the water. Be very careful about that. You are to follow my every order, okay? If I say 'Leave me to die' then I mean leave this place and me here to die. You act if I fail, not the other way around. Otherwise, you're a mostly useless insurance policy if I don't die. Now stay close."

⦁ They walked with Regulus leading and lighting the way until Kreacher stopped. Regulus noticed quickly that he was no longer being followed when he couldn't hear the house elf's shuffling in the eerie silence. He turned around and saw Kreacher crouching to inspect the still, black water. "What is it, Kreacher? Do you see something?"

⦁ "There's a boat here, Master. It's also hidden. Under the water, Master Regulus."

⦁ Once he knew it was there, raising the boat was a simple task. Kreacher went in first, then Regulus and the boat began moving on its own. It knew it's route. Soon Regulus and Kreacher were surrounded by still water with nothing else in their line of sight.

⦁ Regulus would've discover the bodies in the water by wand light like Harry did in cannon but after the crap he's seen as Voldemort's follower and a soldier of active war, he wouldn't be so shocked.

⦁ He would've thought them simply to be dead people but he could feel the magic around the boat, under it. They might be dead people, but they weren't simply that.

⦁ The boat took them toward the green hue which turned out to be a small island with a glowing basin carved from rock. The thing that glowed was the solid, emerald colour of the potion inside the basin.

⦁ Regulus summoned a stick and swirled the potion but it didn't make the potion any clearer. It didn't do anything.

⦁ Then he chanced touching it but he couldn't; he was stopped by an invisible barrier which didn't allow skin contact.

⦁ He did everything Dumbledore tried with Harry in the 6th book; Vanishing, parting, scooping and siphoning it away as well as transfiguring and charming it to change form. Obviously, it all failed.

⦁ "I have to drink it." He said, not really to Kreacher. "It could be poison. There's no other option."

⦁ "Master Regu--" "No. I didn't bring you here to die."

⦁ Regulus stared into the green potion. What would it do if it didn't kill him?

⦁ (He ignored the part of him which wanted Sirius, the part of him that suddenly wished he at least wrote a letter before leaving or risked the hurt to tell Sirius that he figured out how to be good.)

⦁ Then he squared his shoulders and looked down to Kreacher. "Alright, here are your orders. They may be my dying orders and I expect you to follow through. I don't know what's going to happen, or what I'll do or say so you are to make sure I drink all of it and anything I say, any orders I give to stop or slow down or anything that means I'm not drinking that potion, after I start are to be ignored until I've consumed the whole potion. Do you understand me?"

⦁ "Yes, Master Regulus, Sir." "Okay, and if it kills me, try to get the horcrux and go, in that order, but not at the expense of your life. If you must, leave it. Save yourself. Don't waste efforts on my body; the tapestry will let people know."

⦁ Telling a house elf to be obedient is redundant but if there was a time Kreacher may disobey, it would be to save himself from being without a master.

⦁ Maybe it was wishful thinking, like he hoped Kreacher cared, because there other Blacks beyond Regulus.

⦁ Regulus summoned a goblet, filled it from the basin and raised it half-heartedly. He recalled a time he and Sirius were little and they still played hide and seek. Kreacher was always 'it' and they kept a score board. Then he downed the goblet's contents.

⦁ He refilled and emptied the goblet three times quickly. The dizziness and gut cramps hit sudden and hard but he fought to keep upright. And drain another goblet.

⦁ That cause the dizziness the wash over him in a wave taking his hearing. He could distantly hear Kreacher calling for him and Sirius too. When did Sirius get here? He couldn't be.

⦁ For moment he thought he dropped the cup as it left his hand until it levitated to his lips and he remember to drink it. He didn't notice when he squeezed his eyes shut, as if that would help.

⦁ The goblet was empty and gone and pain coiled in his guts, raising in his chest. Then the goblet was back at his lips. "No.. 'S no good." He tried to swat the cup but he fell instead. When did he grab the basin? Letting go wasn't smart, was it?

⦁ "Master, must drink."

⦁ "No, no.. I don' wan'.. Please, no.." In his fall, he made himself low enough for the house elf to grab his face and pour the potion down his throat.

⦁ The goblet left and returned. "Please, no more."

⦁ Pain snaked up his spine and he shrieked. Yet the goblet returned with more.

⦁ "No more, no more,"

⦁ "You got yourself into this position." Why was Sirius here?

⦁ "'S'r'us, 'm good." He needed to tell him. A distant part of Regulus was sure he was dying so he needed Sirius to know. Sirius might still hate him, but maybe a little less if he knew.

⦁ Another goblet. "Good at following blindly. First our parents, then your stupid friends, then the Dark Lord. Even Dumbledore! And now, a house elf. Ouch, that's pretty low."

⦁ "No, 'm not foll'ing.. the Dar' Lor'. 'S wha' 'm saying."

⦁ "You're gonna die in here." "S'rry. I didn' mean to."

⦁ "It won't be quick. You should stop." "I don' wan' it."

⦁ Regulus, unfortunately, had plenty of experience with the torture curse. And he'd take another round over the pain that came with the ninth goblet. Pain and alertness, his fav combo.

⦁ At first, it didn't click that the shrieks and sobs were his.

⦁ "St-Stop! Please! Just please! Sirius, help!"

⦁ Another goblet. "No! I want to stop!"

⦁ Another. "Just Kill me! Kill me, please!"

⦁ Final goblet and blissful darkness.

⦁ He woke crumpled over on his side covered in sweat and feeling like a dried out cucumber. Water.

⦁ He lifted his head and found Kreacher wasn't anywhere in sight.

⦁ Water. He needed some water.

⦁ He coughed and dropped his head back down to the dirt. He saw the goblet next to him. "Water." He rasped. He really needed some water.

⦁ "Water." He made a weak hand motion at the cup.

⦁ He move toward the still water in a pathetic crawl with arms and leg that refused to listen to him.

⦁ The water roared to life the instant he touched it with his fingers. A pale and skinny undead hand grabbed his wrist and started pulling him face forward.

⦁ Such an odd angle to be at, eye level, as hundreds of Inferi broke that surface.

⦁ He wasn't so thirsty anymore, like contact with water was a cure, and he knew he wouldn't be able to escape them.

⦁ Kreacher was gone. He must've thought Regulus died and followed orders.

⦁ Then a loud crack echoed throughout the cave followed a moment later by a plethora of light and warmth from directly behind. Only when the ring went over his head and over the water, scaring the Inferi off and back under the water did Regulus see that it was fire. He pushed himself onto his back and saw Dumbledore wielding the ring of fire with his wand and beside him was Kreacher who was wearing a locket.

⦁ "Up, my boy," Dumbledore said, using a single hand to heave Regulus up by the arm and bearing over half his weight while maintaining the fire. He did so with surprising strength and ease. "You've done well."

⦁ "Where's Sirius? He was here. I think he was."

⦁ "Sirius is at St. Mungo's. He was never here."

⦁ "No. No, healers.." Regulus muttered, tipping toward delirious again.

⦁ They used Kreacher to apparate out of the cave.

⦁ (Doing so would alert the Inferi but Dumbledore could handle so it was a worthwhile quick method. Reg wanted to sneak in, but he nearly died and that element was no longer important.)

⦁ Regulus was out of it leaving the cave. Kreacher brought them to Grimmauld Place. (It would've been left to Reg by his parents.)

The Black Brothers Reunion (01:00 November 13 1981)

⦁ I initially thought Sirius would be angry or something every time I go to write that, I can't. So I changed the tone; Sirius isn't angry. More tired then anything else.

⦁ Regulus recovered from the potion quickly but it lowered his already low immune system response and immediately after, he caught a severe stomach bug.

⦁ Regulus felt the wards being tempered with and found someone sitting at the bar in the drawing room, preparing two glasses. He wandered closer under the dim lighting, wand ready in the sleeve of his night shirt, and got a better look.

⦁ Part of him would've rathered an intruder. He was more ready for that.

⦁ "Sirius." He said stiffly.

⦁ "Reg." Sirius sighed, sitting back in his chair (though Reg was no fool, tension rolled off his mock relaxation) and pushing the one of the drinks forward, "I'm not doing this sober. How ill are you?"

⦁ Dumbledore told him. Sirius probably shouldn't've been surprised; Regulus was sick a lot growing up and Sirius took care of him before Hogwarts.

⦁ "I have no desire to up anything else. You drink though."

⦁ Sirius left the two glasses. "Are you going to sit?"

⦁ Regulus' hair was grown out a bit, falling in front of his eyes and mussed from sleep. He was using it to hide his eyes from Sirius. He'd feared this moment, Sirius could say many things and Regulus is pretty sure none would sooth the creeping anxiety.

⦁ He sat next to Sirius, keeping one stool between them. He was tired and he wanted sleep almost as bad as he wanted water in the cave.

⦁ Then, in the cave too, the only thing he wanted more was Sirius.

⦁ He just wished he had the energy to explain himself; the ability to make his brain think. "Sirius, I--"

⦁ Sirius placed the back of his hand on Regulus' forehead. They both ignored his flinch and Reg tried not to feel seven. "I know, Reggie. Lily and Dumbledore told me. Lily said there's a couple things that can't be shared but you were helping us. You save James and Lily and little Harry. She said in more ways then one."

⦁ "They did?" He couldn't resist leaning into Sirius' cool fingers. Sirius wiped the tears away as soon as they spilled down his cheeks. "I'm sorry, I-I'm really sorry, Si-Sirius--"

⦁ "Shhh, it's okay." Sirius whispered, standing and pulling Regulus with him. "C'mon, you have a fever."

⦁ Regulus followed easily, a true testament to his exhaustion, and didn't stop trying to explain himself. "I messed it up- so bad, I m-messed up. I want- want to fix it. Sirius, I t-tried. I want to- to be like you; g-good."

⦁ "You are, Reg. You did good, okay? It's okay." Sirius murmured, as he lowed Regulus it the nest spilling out of the closet. "You're okay."

⦁ "Don't go." Regulus mutter, sounding like they were little again.

⦁ "I won't." Sirius said, sinking down to sit beside the nest.

⦁ Regulus saw him through rose-tinted glasses, Sirius thought, if he was his model for a good person.

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warmaidensrevenge · 2 years

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Things just change. Not always for the better.

Pairings:Eddie x Plus!size reader x Steve

If you want to read my other work you can find it HERE

Strangers to enemies to friends type of thing

I have this on going thought that if Eddie had survived the attack with the demobats. He would not be the same. He would be so broken and lost that he just gives up. Especially when he re-enters society after being let off for the murder of Chrissy. Though he still remains a suspect. There is little to no evidence that can convict him. But the people of Hawkins have decided he was guilty.

Author's note: I'm really not sure where I'm going with this, so forgive me if it's not great. I have a need to vent. So I will put it in my work. Thanks for dropping by.

Warnings: 18+ Drug and alcohol use, mentions of being drugged, language, arguing, violence, vandalism, sexual implications and situations, rape, and not proof read and no word count.

Summary: Everything is so screwed up. Life after the upsidedown for Eddie was ever changing. And he hated every minute of it. Maybe seeing the bottom of a bottle of vodka would help.

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No everything wasn't ok. No Eddie wasn't fine. And no he didn't need time to get over it. He almost died! And for what? There was absolutely no fucking reason to do that. Well that's what everyone thought. See he did. For Chrissy. He honestly hoped he would die. So maybe Chrissy would be waiting for him on the other side. So he could tell her that he was sorry for running away. That he loved her. But now he was here. Still being hated for just being himself. But, now it only got worse. He couldn't graduate, he couldn't get a job, Chrissy was still gone and everything and everyone was so full of shit.

Eddie was pissed off at the world for dealing him the hand he got. He prayed for a sweet release. That never did come. Many bar fights and so many drugs it never happened no matter how hard he tried. See he couldn't do it himself. He couldn't take his own life because of the coward he was. So he wanted someone else to do it. He would sell drugs and short people so that they would later find him and beat him up. He would pick random fights with larger men in the bar. Just hoping one day they would break his neck. Every other day he always came home cleaning up the mess that once was his face. Black eyes and a busted lip was his permit look for weeks. He constantly drank and got high off his own supply. He was quickly developing an addiction. Where after 5 months after the upside down spending 3 out of the 5 in a cell, he would get hammered every night.

He finally did get a job after his uncle caught him with the drugs. He became a handy man at some apartment complex near downtown Hawkins. It didn't pay much. But enough to maintain his bad habits. Night after night he would spend his earnings at the Hideout. Drinking and cursing the world. He wanted to drink himself into liver failure but it never happened. Nothing ever happened quick enough in Hawkins. Filled with closed minded followers who are always waiting to be fed the latest on who's fucked today. Living off of all the bullshit the news could offer.

One night though. Something fucked up happened. Eddie was at the Hideout on a Saturday night per usual, knocking back a few drinks. Well not just a few. Since he's been drinking, he developed a high tolerance for it. So after his 5th beer he switched to shots of tequila.

There were more people than usual. He noticed a group of girls in particular. There was this one very hot blonde in the skimpiest outfit he's ever seen. He noticed she kept eye fucking. She must have been one of the types who were into the 'Ted Bundy' thing. Most girls he fucked were like that. Thinking he was so hot after being accused of murder. Not that he minded it. As long as he got his dick wet, he didn't care.

He grinned at her and that gave her all that she needed to come to him. He turned back to the bar when he saw her pouring a beer. He smirked when he saw her coming in the mirror behind the bar.

" Hey you. Would you like a beer?" She said leaning against the bar right next to him.

He would never say no to free beer. He took it and chugged it. " Thanks doll."

She laughed and her hand in his front pocket touching his dick through the fabric.

" You know if you want this. You can have it."

" Eddie you are so fucking hot."

Of course she knew him. Everyone knew who the town freak was. Out of nowhere he started to feel a bit dizzy. He thought maybe the beer was too much. He tried to shake it off because he was gonna get laid. And the last thing he knew he was being led to the ladies bathroom by the girl.

...

Tonight was supposed to be a good night. Finally after months of working 2 jobs, working on flipping a house, and raising your 7 year old brother. You finally let yourself relax. A couple of co-workers had invited you for a drink. You had just turned 21 today and naturally you were gonna have your first drink.

See you were a little bit awkward when it came to social interactions and naive when it came to things you should have done when you were a teenager. You were home schooled for most of your life. Your parents split up when you were 10 and you and your mom went to live with your Grandpa in Hawkins. You're mom wanted you to learn from your grandfather since he used to be a teacher. So growing up your sense of humor and style was influenced by your grandpa. He taught you the value of a dime and showed you to be respectful and how to be a lady.

Something your mom should have taught you. But because of her split with your father she became depressed and started doing drugs. She was hardly around. And when you were 14 she did something so darn stupid, she got pregnant. By some random night stand. Once she had the baby she left too. Leaving your grandfather to raise both of you.

Life was so hard for all of you. You tried your best to help with your baby brother. But you were 15 years old. Your grandpa tried but he was getting older and raising 2 children on his retirement and social security income was too much for him. So as soon as you were able to get a job you did. It started off mowing lawns and a paper route. Mornings and afternoons were filled with work. Evenings were meant for homework and helping with Connor. The older you got the harder it was. Going through your own female issues with no idea what was going on. Your grandfather tried to teach you about the birds and the bees but it was just too hard for him to do that.

As soon as you turned 18 you got a job at the plant. It paid well and you guys started to live comfortably. That was until your grandfather's health declined. It was so bad that you needed to hire a live-in care provider. This causing you to get yet another job. Now working 16 hour days you rarely had time to yourself. Your days off were spent taking care and spending time with your brother. You enrolled Connor in public school and tried your best to give him the best life you could provide for him.

You were 20 when your grandpa passed. He left everything to you and Connor. He even left you saving bonds that were worth hundreds of thousands of dollars. But you didn't have access to it until you were 25. Which was fine because since you were 15 all the money you gave to your grandfather was put into a savings account. You also budget yourself and had a pretty hefty savings you kept hidden in your couch cushions. So now living in a big house with your younger brother you decide to sell it. But you had to fix it up. The house was built in the early 1900s so it needed a lot of work.

You had switched one of your full time jobs for a part time one. Working at the Radio Shack. The manager was really kind. He let you bring Connor when he got out of school. And always gave you discounts on toys and stuff for your brother. He offered to buy your car a few times. But you always refused. It was your grandfather's most beloved thing. He took very good care of his green BMW M3. And since you had sold your Honda, you had nothing else to get you from point A to point B. It was a stick so it was hard to drive at first but you eventually got the hang of it.

So back to the present day you were at this bar called the Hideout. Sipping on a beer. It was disgusting. Instead of drinking it you just baby-sat it. After about an hour you really had to pee. You left your impromptu birthday bash and went to the ladies room. When you went in you saw two pairs of feet on the ground. You rolled your eyes at the sight and went to the only other stall that was open. You lined the toilet seat with toilet paper and pulled down your jeans. You could hear slurping sounds while you sat and started to pee. That's when you heard a soft 'No'. You pause mid pee when you heard a 'Stop'.

" Hey are you okay?" You asked but got no response.

You wiped quickly and pulled up your pants while flushing. You heard another 'Stop'.

"Hey what's going on? Do you need help?" You asked louder this time.

You heard a gasp and then saw a blur of a person running past the cracks of the stall. You still saw a pair of white shoes on the ground. You opened the door and looked into the next stall. Your eyes were saucers when you saw a guy on the ground passed out with his pants pulled down to his thighs.

" Hey-Hey are you okay?" You said while you went to kneel next to him.

You shook him but he didn't wake up. You pulled up his pants to preserve his modesty and continued to try and wake him. You tried to lift him up but he was just dead weight. Though he was lean he was so heavy. That's when one of your coworkers came to look for you.

" Hey y/n did you fall in or something?"

" Michelle, help me. There's a guy in here. I think he might be drugged."

She came in and gasped. " Do you know who that is?"

" No. But it doesn't matter. We have to take him to the hospital."

" Uhh okay what do you want me to do?"

" Help me carry him to my car."

" Uhh why don't we just call an ambulance?"

" Do you have any idea how much it cost to get one out here? He doesn't look like he can afford that."

" Who cares? He is a loser and a freak."

" Michelle! I care. Now help me!"

" Fine!" She scoffed.

You guys lifted him and before dragging him out, you had accidentally hit his head on the toilet. You freaked out.

" Shit now he might have a concussion."

You drove him to the E.R and got him in quickly. You had waited there for a bit to talk to the police. You had learned that he was definitely drugged. For a second the cops thought you were the one who did it but your friend explained that you had never talked to him. You stayed as long as you could until you had to leave and get your brother. You had planned on visiting the guy in the morning but he was gone before you got there.

You went to the billing department and asked for his bill. When the receptionist gave you an itemized bill, that's when you found out his name. You never heard of him. But it didn't matter. He was okay and that's all you need to know. You went through the bill looking for unnecessary charges and had them removed before pulling out your check book to paying for it. You learned how to do that when your grandfather was being charged ridiculous amounts for simple check up visits and procedures.

You were really good with money. You had to be. Normally you wouldn't spend that much unless it was absolutely necessary. But you felt awful for hitting his head and for some reason you knew he couldn't pay for it. He didn't need anymore stress added to his situation. The poor guy got date raped. Which was weird to hear that a guy would get raped by a girl. But hey that crap happens too.

...

Eddie woke up with a massive headache and a big knot on the side of his head. He heard the beep from a heart monitor. He looked around and saw an IV. He groaned. What the hell happened last night. He sat up and found the call button. A nurse came in to check on him and said when was gonna get the doctor.

While he laid back down he cursed under his breath. How the hell was he gonna pay for this. After about 20 minutes the doctor finally came in.

" Morning Mr Munson. How are you feeling?"

" Like shit doctor. What the fuck happened?"

Eddie saw the doctor go through his chart and read.

" Give it to me straight doc. Do I have to pick out my casket or something?"

" Uhh not just yet...,Mr Munson it says here that you had a massive amount of alcohol and the drug Rohypnol in your system."

Eddie scoffed and sat up. "You've got to be shitting kidding me. She laced my drink."

" I'm sorry...The police are here and they would like a few minutes of your time."

" Ugh!"

" They just want to know if you remember anything."

" I don't."

" Well just let them know that and then we will discharge you."

Eddie nodded with no intention of speaking to the authorities. As soon as the doctor left he pulled off the heart prods and took out the IV. He grabbed his clothes and snuck out.

Once he was home his uncle gave him an earful of how he was going to be late for work. Eddie didn't tell him where he was or what happened because he honestly couldn't remember. He really couldn't believe a girl would do that to him. He convinced himself that he must have taken the wrong pill. He had that drug just so he could knock the fuck out whenever the day or people got overwhelming. It was stupid but he didn't care. He smoked weed and did other drugs along with his drinking to take the edge off and forget his terrible thoughts that he had. He wanted to overdose or something. But he could never take enough.

The next day he went to the hospital to try and set up a payment plan that he was going to be paying for years. But when the old lady behind the desk said his bill was paid in full he was taken back. Who the hell just had that type of money just laying around? He only found out the name of the person who paid it. The same person who took him to the hospital. He had never heard of you and he wondered why the hell you would do that? No one was ever nice to him like that besides his friends.

He couldn't handle the burden of owing someone that much. So he did his research and found out where you live. He went there with a wad of cash wrapped with a rubber band and an attitude. He got off his van and looked at the ugly house with the overgrown lawn. He shook his head and went to knocked on the old door that had the paint chipping away and a little boy opened the door.

" Hi. Can I help you?"

" Uhh yeah. Does y/n live here?"

" Yeah. Sister, someone is at the door for you."

That's when Eddie heard your voice coming from somewhere in the house.

" Hey! What did I tell you about answering the door? You know better than that Connor."

You came to the door softly pushing the kid back. When you looked at him he could see the look of concern in your eyes.

" Go do your homework bud." You said nudging the kid.

Eddie saw him leave and looked at you.

" Hi Mr Munson. I'm glad to see you're ok."

" It's Eddie. Umm I just came here to give you this."

He pulled out the wad of cash and held it to you. " It's not much but it's all I have right now. I'll get you the rest soon. I'm good for it."

" Umm you don't have to do that Mr Munson."

He rolled his eyes. " I said it's Eddie. Just take the fucking money. I don't need your damn charity."

You took a step back from the hostility he was wrongfully giving you. You didn't like curse words and he was being just gross.

" It wasn't charity sir-"

" Look princess, some of us don't have daddies money to just throw around. Maybe instead of paying medical bills for some random stranger, you should use it to fix up this fuckin' poor excuse of a home. It's really a damn eye sore." He cut you off and threw the money at you.

It hit you in the chest and fell to the ground in front of him.

" Mister, you are being completely rude. And I won't let you disrespect me or my home. Thank you for coming by. Have a good day." You said slamming the door knocking off some paint chips off.

" Bitch!" He said louder than he meant to.

" Butthead." He heard you say.

He scoffed while picking up the money and left. Who the fuck were you to think you were better than him? He was sure everyone thought that. But no one has done so blatantly to his face. It was always just ugly looks or crossing the street when they saw him. He thought that yeah he shouldn't have thrown the money at you. And he wished he hadn't but he did, so he had to live with that.

...

Steve and Robin invited him to go to a party out of town a few weeks after his encounter with you. He couldn't say no to free booze so he went. But this time he was pouring his own drinks, just in case. He walked in behind Steve and Robin. He went straight for the keg that was in the back yard. That's when he saw you in the kitchen pouring some Coke in your red solo cup.

He chuckled to himself thinking about what a light weight you were that you had to water down your drink.

Little miss priss. What was a girl like you slumming it down here with the peasants?

He saw Steve and Robin talking to you. He didn't know they knew you. But the way you guys were laughing you guys must have known each other for a while. He got curious and went inside and leaned against the counter across from you. You glanced at him and looked away immediately.

" Hey y/n have you met Eddie?" Robin turned to look at him and then back to you.

But before you could answer Eddie interrupted you.

" Yeah we've met. She's the one who took me to the hospital. "

" Oh crap really?" Steven interjected

You just gave a thin lip smile.

" Well shoot. Eddie she's your knight in shining armor." Robin said with a smile.

You didn't say anything. You just took a sip of your drink.

" Uhh what's going on? Why are you guys being so awkward?" Steve questioned

" You want to tell him princess or should I?" Eddie raised his brows at you with a smirk across his face.

" You guys hooked up?!" Robins words caused bile to come up in your throat.

"God no!" You and Eddie said at the same time.

Robin looked back and forth between you two then finally set on you.

" I would rather not. I don't wish to speak ill of anyone." You looked down to the floor.

" Whatever." Eddie scoffed and left to get another beer with Steve following.

" What the hell man? What happened between you two?"

" Nothing man. She just thinks she's better than everyone. She's kind of a bitch."

"Y/n? What? No she's not a bitch. And how do you know she thinks she's better than everyone else?

" Yeah she is. I tried to pay her back for the hospital bill and she gave me attitude and slammed the door in my face."

" You must have done something to get that reaction out of her. Because she's actually really nice."

" Well I did throw money at her."

" WHAT SERIOUSLY? Dude what is wrong with you?!"

" What? She wouldn't take the money."

" Okay? But did you have to throw it at her? If she didn't want it then why would you do that?"

" Because I don't need some poor little rich girl to feel sorry for me. I don't need some girl with daddy issues using me as a crutch."

" Dude you have no idea what your talking about."

" Well then. Enlighten me Steve. Why are you defending some random chick you just met?"

" First off, she isn't some random chick. My older sister used to take care of her grandpa who just died. Secondly, she's not some girl with daddy issues. More like a druggie mom abandonment issues. You should know all about that. And thirdly, yeah she has money but that's because she works two jobs to take care of her brother and to fix up the house her grandpa left her."

" Really?" Eddie said sarcastically " Then what about her car? No way can two jobs afford all that. I bet she can't even drive that thing. They only make it in manuals."

" Damnit Eddie who are you to judge a book by its cover?"

" Other people do it to me! So why can't I?"

" Because you're not a dick. Besides, it was her grandpa's car. It's the only thing she's keeping that he left for her. She's trying to fix up the house to sell so she can move. Her grandpa was really sick for the past few years and he couldn't fix up the house and she worked so much that she couldn't do it."

" How do you know so much about her Harrington?"

Steve nervously laughed and ran his hand through his hair.

" Oh shit! You like her."

" Shhh. Alright. Yes but I want to get to know her. But she won't like me if my friend keeps being a dick to her."

" Hey man. Alright. I'll tone it down. Go give her the Steve 'the hair' Harrington charm."

Steve clapped his back and returned to the kitchen. Eddie stood there drinking beer after beer. He kept looking over to you and Steve talking. How could he have been so wrong about you? Seems like someone in this forsaken town could surprise him and you didn't seem to know or not care about what was said about him. Which was refreshing. If he hadn't come off as such a douchebag you probably would have made a good friend.

Someone was passing out shots of jello with some type of liquor in it. Before he knew it he was pretty buzzed. That's when he finally went to the bathroom to take a piss. Once he came out he saw you standing alone in the corner of the living room. He looked around looking for Steve and Robin and saw them outside chugging beer out of a funnel.

That's when he went to talk to you. Stumbling a bit as he approached you.

" Hey princess. Look I'm sorry I threw the money at you like a stripper. Of course your not a stripper. Don't have the body for it." He slurred

That was strike one. You thought.

" But look, if you won't except my money. Will you take some other form of payment? You know Im pretty good with my tongue if you know what I mean."

Strike two.

You didn't say anything. You just listened to his obvious drunk self.

" I heard that girls like you taste the sweetest."

" Girls like me?"

" Yeah you know. The thick ones....the big ones...girls who have pushed there clothes to capacity."

That was strike 3

You tossed your drink in his face and threw the cup down.

" Taste that you pervert!" You said before leaving the party.

Eddie had caught a mouth full of Coke. His brow furrowed. It was just Coke . You hadn't been drinking at all. He knew he was going to regret what he said in the morning..Steve was most definitely gonna kick his ass now.

...

As you left the party you could not believe someone would say that to you. It was disgusting. You swore you were never going out again. You were better off staying home with your brother. And how can someone be so mean and mention your weight? You really couldn't help it. You never really had time to take care of yourself. Sometimes only eating take out or a whole box of Twinkie when you were too tired to make something for lunch for yourself. You knew you were definitely over weight but you never expected someone to use it in a derogatory natural. That was just nasty.

Eddie Munson was incredibly fowl. You had hope to never see him again. Why did he insists on being such a jerk? He didn't even know you and you didn't know him. Sure you heard some rumors over the past few weeks. But you didn't judge it. Because you didn't know if any off it was true. Unless he admitted it, you would probably have a change of heart. But whatever was going on with him was his business. And though you felt like something was definitely wrong with him. You couldn't spend anytime thinking about anyone other than your brother.

Never has anyone made you feel hatred before. But now Eddie did. You loathed him. He was the type your mother would have falling for if she was younger. Steve on the other hand. He was nice and funny. Sure he was pretty but you really weren't up for dating. It didn't matter if you did anyway. You were moving and that was that.

You were working at Radio shack on a Wednesday afternoon. With your brother who was in the back room watching a movie and doing his school project. You were doing inventory when your favorite customer came in.

" Dustin my guy. What's the haps?"

Dustin gave you a toothy smile showing you all his braces. " Hey Y/n. How are you on this lovely summer day?"

" Ohh living the dream. What can I do you for?"

" I'm looking for a couple of new walkies. The ones I bought won't radio out far enough."

" Really? Huh."

That's when the front door bells rang. You looked up and it was none other that the heathen known as Eddie Munson.

" Hey Henderson. I'm doubled parked so will you step on it."

That's when he met your gaze. You could see him cursing under his breath and rolling his eyes.

" Umm we got a new shipment of walkies in." You turned back to look at Dustin. "They are supposed to be really good. I'll be right back."

Eddie watched you walk away.

" Seriously she's like everywhere now. What the hell?"

" You know her Eddie?"

Eddie rubbed the back of his neck. " Yeah man. She's the girl I've been telling you about."

Dustin's mouth dropped open and he shook his head. " Are you serious?! Y/n? Dude she was the one who helped me build the radio to talk to Suzie. She's like the nicest person ever."

" I keep hearing that but I have yet to see it my curly head friend."

" Well of course not. You have been a real asshat to her."

"Well if she would just have taken the money, I wouldn't have done anything"

" What's going on with you lately? You been acting weird since-"

Eddie nudged him when he saw you coming back.

"So these are pretty cool. Military grade. Up to 50 mile radius. My brother wants a pair. But you never know who's on the other side. Probably some psycho who just wants to be a poop for no reason."

Even though you didn't look at him, Eddie knew you were talking about him.

" Awesome! How much?" Dustin took the walkies and inspected them.

"Umm 129.99 plus tax."

" Jesus H Christ Henderson!"

"Damnit?"

You gave Dustin a look.

" Shoot sorry y/n."

" Thank you. So do you want them?"

" Uhh I can't. I don't have enough."

Eddie saw this look in your eye. You were planning something.

" Well what if I give you my employee discount? Just don't say anything." You winked and smiled at Dustin.

Eddie watched you ring up the walkies. You looked up and caught him staring. He gave you a halfhearted smile but you looked away.

" That comes out to 78.19."

"Shit!"

" Dustin..."

" I'm sorry y/n. I uhh I only have 57 bucks"

" Oh umm that's ok. Just give me the 57. And well call it good."

" Really?!

You smiled. " Yeah. Here."

You handed the walkies over and Dustin gave you the money.

" Have fun. But don't talk to strangers." You said opening the register and putting the bills in.

" Common Eddie we got to go try this out."

" Yeah alright.

" Bye y/n. Thank you so much!"

" Bye. Have a good day you two."

You glanced at both of them and smiled. Eddie waved and started toward the door. When he looked back at you, he saw you pulling out your wallet and took some money out putting it in the register.

Where you really that nice? Shit. Now he felt bad for talking to you that way. He planned on apologizing the next time he saw you.

Once in the van Dustin started giving him the third degree.

" See man. She's really nice. Not at all the girl you talked about."

" Yeah yeah. Whatever."

...

It was about a week later when Steve called him and asked for help with something. Steve took it upon himself to help you work on the house just to get closer to you. So when you needed help replacing the old door and put in new windows he asked Eddie to help.

Eddie doubted that you would actually want his help but he was gonna try. It was the least he could do to try and give you some sort of an apology. However, when he showed up you were surprised to see him. Guessing Steve didn't let you know he was coming. He knew he should have had a beer before he came. He didn't though because he didn't want to mess up anything.

You were cutting the trim for the windows seals while Eddie and Steve took out the old windows. With Connor helping by sweeping up the mess they were making. After all the windows were done everyone took a break. You had made them sandwiches and lemonade. Eddie sat outside on the porch while you, Steve and Connor ate inside. You had invited Eddie to eat with them but he declined. He liked being alone.

He scarfed down his sandwich and after he took out a cigarette and lit it. He puffed it a few times before you came out to offer him another sandwich and some more lemonade. He blew his smoke away from you so that you wouldn't inhale it.

" It's cool. My grandpa smoked for years."

Eddie nodded. After you were done pouring the lemonade you set the pitcher down and sat next to him. He did know what to say. So he just sat there eating.

" Umm Munson. I just want to say I'm so very sorry about what happened to you. I...I wish I could have gotten to you soon. Then maybe...I don't know...also, I'm sorry if I offended you by taking care of the bill. I didn't think it was going to be that big of a problem for you. But, if you really want to pay me back. You can help me with the house and we can call it even. I just have one rule. Please don't use curse words around me or my brother."

"I-i y/n I'm so sorry about what I did and what I said to you. You didn't deserve that. No one does. I'm just going through a lot lately and I'm taking my anger out on people. I know I shouldn't but I don't know what else to do."

You put your slightly callused warm hand on his forearm. I don't know what happened but if you need someone to talk to. I'm here okay. My grandpa always said ' Listening is often the only thing needed to help someone' so if you re willing, I'm all ears."

You smiled softly and he nodded. You got up and grabbed his empty plate and glass with the pitcher and went back inside.

Eddie sat there thinking that maybe it wouldn't be so bad making a new friend.

...

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