#CHEMISTRY GIFS UPCOMING IN PART 2

[bl-bam-beyond]

Pilot Potential:

FRIEND TO FAN: The Series

A new series for me to remember some pilots I loved or liked for whatever reason.

Official Pilot Release on: December 24, 2024

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For the purposes of this post I am focusing the main couple JOMJAI (CHAWANAKORN DONMONGKOL aka POTE) and SHIN (PAPHANGKORN PROMSOMBAT aka FINO)

MDL SYNOPSIS: JOMJAI or JOM (although the trailer subs called him CHOM) hopes to meet the woman of his dreams but winds up meeting CHINTAI, a handsome new friend that makes his heart beat a confused rhythm.

Adapted From Novel: Friend To Fan by Puffy_Nuchy

Pros: Gorgeous Dudes with Chiseled Features, the trailer was spicy including friends helping friend masturbate after watching would I could only assume is porn. The chemistry seems very good.

Cons: Some MAME level sexual assault that seemingly is explained away by attraction.

The two leads are fairly new with Fino (the seme) having only this series on his MDL profile and is only 18 years old. While Pote (the uke) has 1 other credit from 2023's Destiny Seeker (where he played Plustor, a support role) and he is 21 years old.

First we have cutesy and naive JOM meeting housemate SHIN. SHIN bumps into JOM without saying anything which JOM immediately calls him out on. SHIN musters up a weak apology and when JOM seems unsatisfied SHIN does this

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Sparking something in the both of them. JOM immediately uncomfortable pushes SHIN away and SHIN walks away without helping JOM pick up the belongings he caused to fall.

These two are have an almost instant connection but problems arise when JOM seems to be desired by some of his seniors and SHIN seemingly has a girlfriend he's hiding. But SHIN seems to be protecting a female friend who is being abused but that's left open to interpretation.

They have a tension though. SHIN gives JOM a necklace with his gear and later JOM asks SHIN to be his boyfriend and SHIN agrees but JOM later sees SHIN with MIM (the supposed girlfriend) and is crushed. He ends up hospitalize where SHIN begs his forgiveness but JOM ends it but SHIN is clearly hiding his real relationship with MIM as he is heartbroken by JOM's request to end things

[sexlapis]

[◉°] … Y/N & TOJI BEING A COUPLE FOR 10 MINUTES STRAIGHT… 537k views

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꩜ actor! toji x actress! reader

⤷ synopsis : you & toji deny the dating rumours, but you’re both being a little bit too comfortable with each other for your relationship to be just “platonic”.

sfw, fluff, toji is a little ooc <3

. art credits to deltapork on twitter

.. inspired by this post

… part 2, part 3, part 4

masterlists

actor!toji masterlist

꩜ first clip

you & toji are in an interview, one to promote the upcoming release of the action movie you both star in where you’re the main love interest. it is bound to be a huge success, judging by the interest and how everyone loves the chemistry you and toji have both in and out of film!

the interviewer asks you a question and while you’re responding you can feel someone staring at you. you turn to your left where toji is sitting, and he has his eyes dead set on you, not looking away for one second. you turn your focus back to the interviewer to continue answering, but you can’t help but turn back and see that he is still staring at you with his intense blue eyes. you repeat this a few times before cutting off your own sentence with a giggle and covering your face with your hands.

toji chuckles in confusion, looking at the interviewer and then back at you, bewildered. “what-whats so funny?”

you look at toji with your hands still covering your face. “toji, i can’t concentrate when you look at me like that!”

toji tilts his head, swiftly shifting his chair in your direction and leans closer to you, practically nose to nose at this point. “like what?”

“like that!” you laugh, covering your hot face once more as he and the interviewer laugh at your actions.

the interviewer chimes in. “i do have to say, your eyes can be quite intimidating..”

“see?!” you say to toji and then look to the interviewer. “thank you.”

toji huffs and just looks at you. and you look back at him with a small grin on your face.

you speak. “as i was saying…”

you repeat your response to the question and toji exaggeratedly stares at you and you attempt to ignore it (and fail).

꩜ second clip

this was a behind the scenes clip, where your cast member is speaking about his characters relationship with the other main characters but sadly for him, that is not where the viewers’ attention was.

in the background, they see toji sitting on a couch looking at his phone and then you walking into frame. toji looks up from his phone, and if you look very closely, he can be seen smiling at you. you walk over and plop down on the couch right next to him. you both talk to each other for a few moments, faces close together and then you lay your head on his shoulder, closing your eyes and taking what appears to be a nap. toji, moving as slowly as he can, takes a blanket that is already on the couch and drapes of over you. you snuggle closer to him, prompting toji to rest his head on top of yours. he does just that.

꩜ third clip

during an interview with you and the cast members, including toji, in front of a live audience, you somehow found yourselves on the topic of the types of cars you all have. you then remember how toji had told you about a motorcycle he owned, but you forgot which kind.

“i think i wanna ride on toji’s..motorcycle! i think-”

you hear the audience laugh and hear a few wolf whistles and you turn to your fellow actors, who are also laughing, especially gojo. you seem confused, but then you think back to what you said a second ago and feel your face heat up in embarrassment.

“oh, no no nonono-” shaking your head vehemently, “that is not-”

“toji’s motorcycle eh?” gojo teases while raising his eyebrows and wiggling his fingers, which only encourages the mockery and your desire to punch him.

you cover your face with your hand and sigh. “oh my god.”

while everybody in the room makes fun of you, you look to the left to see toji’s reaction and the camera pans to his smug smirking face.

“i mean i’m free friday night so..” he trails off, winks at you and the audience goes crazy and you shove your face in your hands.

“forget i even said anything!”

꩜ fourth clip

you and toji were recording a little vlog like video for the fans, talking about what it was like on set when you get onto the subject of what working with the other cast members is like.

“yeah gojo’s is pain in the ass.” toji states and shakes his head, fondly almost. “never stops running that big mouth ‘a his.”

spits of laughter fall from your mouth at his frankness. “uhh..yeah that’s true, gojo if you see this don’t be offended!”

“yeah we still like you we just..wish you’d shut the fuck up more often.”

“toji!” you gasp and slap his chest, “you’re no spring chicken either you know.”

toji scoffs and looks at you with a raised brow. “yeah, you’re a handful yourself.”

“what? no i’m not!” toji tilts his head and blinks. “everyone says i’m great to work with. you’re such a liar.” you roll your eyes with a laugh.

toji chuckles and moves closer to you on the sofa, and leans towards your face. “no ‘s alright. i have big hands.” he places a kiss on your cheek.

“ew, you’re so corny!” you lean away and wipe away his kiss, trying not to smile and look flustered.

꩜ fifth clip

this was a big day for y/n x toji lovers, when a movie you were both in won an award. now, neither of you were the main characters, but the fans made sure to make you both the most popular ones.

while the director is accepting the award, fans zoomed in on you and toji standing near the back of the group of cast members, where you’re tearing up and trying not to cry. you’re wiping your tears and toji looks at you and does a double take when he realises that you’re crying. he looks down at you and hugs you from the side, which makes you lay your head on his chest and wrap an arm around his waist. toji accepts this invitation and full on hugs you, kissing the top of your head softly and rubbing your back.

꩜ sixth clip

toji posts workout videos on his instagram stories. they’re mostly of him lifting weights and they’re rare, so fans cherish them.

and then theres a short video of you laying on top of toji’s back while he does pushups like it’s nothing. you’re smiling, spreading your arms out like you’re flying. toji suddenly starts going fast as fuck, making you bounce and almost fall off. you gasp and start hitting the back of his head while the person recording starts to laugh (most likely gojo).

you fall off toji’s back and lay on the floor like a starfish. the camera pans to a proud looking toji before you kick his face.

a/n: thank u for reading ^_-

[huenistar]

Hi! I'm the anon with Yoongi as my older brother in my txt dr. And since you asked for more, I MUST DELIVER!

Yoongi is like a sugar daddy but in a brotherly manner? I don't know how to explain it, but like he buys me stuff and spoils me just for existing. I hit my ankle while practising this once for txt's upcoming album, Yoongi was there with us since he had a day off. And because I hit my ankle, he bought me $10 thousand dollar purge to make me feel better. Like bro?😭🤡 thank you but wtf? He just needs random reasons to spoil me. He is like "Oh you just yawned? Let me buy you Tiffany & Co. jewellery to make you feel better" like bro no! Thank you but it's too much? I am just tired? Tf? But I love every second of it. Public doesn't know that he is my older brother because he suggested not revealing due to people screaming nepotism even though there is none. I become a trainee along side him, I was supposed to debut with bts but that didn't happen due to my age. (the funny thing is, I didn't script anything in this paragraph, it happened on it's own)

And since public doesn't know that my older brother is Yoongi who spoils me so much, they think that I'm either dating a foreigner billionaire or that Yeonjun is dating me and spoiling me because him and I are best friends and we have very good chemistry. Also, all the members of txt flirt with me and take so much care of me 24/7. They just can't stop fliritng?! Like chill! I don’t know what's that show or whatever called, but it has one member asking questions while others are in these boxes. So the same thing happened in my dr right, and I as a joke asked "step out if you would have approached me and asked for my number if we were not idols or trainees and had met outside in a normal way" all of the mf's came out. Followed by which PD nim asked the question "If given the chance, would you date {my name} right now?" and they all stepped out once again!!!!!!!! But they said that they're scared of my brothers reaction (they didn't take his name obv, since that is a secret to the public and only the staff, bts, my ex IM and my group members know of it) (They were scared cuz Yoongi is very very very protective of me, and he is very very very very scary when he gets angry. The good thing is that he doesn't get angry that fast or often. He is hard to make angry) Anyways, the questions were not edited out and when people saw it they went crazy! They started shipping me with all of the them and it was such a scandal in a way, but not a negative one. (I didn't script the questions part, and neither about their feelings for me) Chris Evans and Tom Hiddleston have my face cards as in their transparent phone covers that they used publicly, and they are huge fans of me (I didn't script this either)

Leonardo DiCaprio asked me out on a date PUBLICLY on twitter when I was 19, it caused a massive scandal. (I am the same age as Soobin, we are born on the same day so we joke about being twins, which in hindsight is lowkey weird since he has a feelings for me? but not like romantic feelings? it's confusing?) (I didn't script thie Leonardo part either, I don't even know why that happened and why so publicly? Like? Have common sense?)

Okay, that was a lot. I hope it's entertaining for you 😘

Also, can I be your 👻 anon? I can share my stories that way with you and everyone.

WOAHHH YOONGI SEEMS LIKE SUCH A GOOD BROTHER😞😞 ITS FUNNY HOW HE BUYS U STUFF AND WOAH WOAH WOAH??? THEY ALL JUST FLIRT WITH U??? lowkey sounds fun…. BUT THEY ALL CAME OUT??

omg….ur rich and famous how u got all types of celebrities falling for you!!!

LEONARDO DICAPRIO ASKED U OUT PUBLICLY??

AT NINETEEN??? AS IN 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19???

how dumb is he to ask a nineteen year old out on an date PUBLICLY and yes this was VERY entertaining i was gasping every 5 seconds and YESSS U CAN BE 👻 ANON!! :33

[a-forbidden-detective]

Curious add-ons, Episode 10 (Part 6), The Blush and other things

Like what I’ve mentioned before, Wataru Watari and co. edited out Akira’s dialogue and panels in the manga and added a few things that ante up RonToto’s relationship.

(If you listen to the RKDD voice actors, Youhei Azakami especially, they say RonToto when referring to their—his and EnokiJun’s— characters often during their radio show out of laziness, heh, and habit maybe.)

The blush after Ron notices that Toto is looking at him. Probably caught by his bashfulness, in the end, he smiles at Toto, but realises that there’s something off after Toto sighs loudly.

Honestly, this is so sweet. The anime writers are invested making use of Akira’s panels where Ron loves to smirk so we can hear him say “heh” with the movement of his lips and giving emphasis on the quiet moments where the characters can interact without words but still heavily imply that emotions are surging. I particularly like the scenes between Toto and John Grizzly where the BLUE instructor was interrogating Toto’s relationship with Ron. That was a minute of no dialogue only the reaction of their faces shown.

“So, that’s how much… she likes you” is replaced with this nicer statement from Ron. Anyone who treats his friend Toto nicely gets a star from him.

With the following scenes Toto has come out more dominant than in the manga.

And yesterday new merchandise had been unveiled just in time for the upcoming Jump Festa. Two of them are these images of the two. Ron is wearing a trendy attire with harnesses on his chest area and a dog tag. Whereas Toto is wearing a sort of street-smart urban outfit. The joke on X Twitter is who’s the “dog” and who is the owner.

Yes. It is all coincidence. And I am probably projecting.

They definitely removed Ron’s “I feel the same way” line and instead included the dialogue suggesting two things. 1)Ron sees that Toto is fond of ordering takeouts that it is implied that he cooks for the police officer from time to time. His recipes are mostly drenched with black syrup. 2) because Toto is not into cooking, he wishes that one day he does break this habit. Maybe because it is not healthy. This is where my head canon and speculation collide. Seeing that cooking is chemistry and Ron has been a hikikomori for five years and had lots of time during those times he probably had so many things tried and experimented.

From an outsider’s point of view, like Chikori, who has been wondering what the hell is the relationship between these two.

[stuckysbike]

I’ll Be Your Prize 2

A/n: All mistakes are my own. Written on my phone.

Bucky x Reader

AU: Bucky returns the favour with a surprise for you but it backfires.

Warnings: friends with benefits situation, idiots in love, presumed unrequited love. Sharon is a bitch (never meet your heros).

Part 1

“Oh my god I love her,” you clapped your hands.

“I know,” Bucky was smug, his eyes twinkling as he rested his socked feet on your coffee table. He looked good relaxing in your home, and it was moments like this that you almost asked him to stay.

“Can I come?” You hesitated.

“That’s why I’m here Doll,” he said squeezing your hand. “I knew you’d maim me if I didn’t bring you along.”

“And you’re in her music video?” You asked as you got comfortable on the sofa next to him. You rested your feet on his lap and he tugged playfully on your toes.

“Yeah, I don’t know much about it, Sam never consults me on stuff like this he just agrees with everything then sends me along,” Bucky said but he wasn’t annoyed. Sam Wilson was an amazing agent and a close personal friend.

“I can’t believe I’m going to meet Sharon Carter, I’m so excited,” you giggled again as you sipped your wine.

—————

The warehouse Bucky pulled up to was a hive of activity; there was so much to see that you almost tripped as you followed him inside.

Sharon was in the middle of it all, a tiny dress and towering heels making her stand out. She looked beautiful and you admired her good looks as you approached.

“You’re late,” Sam grumbled to Bucky.

“Sorry,” Bucky didn’t sound sorry at all. “Almost ran out of hot water.” He winked at you as he spoke and you giggled fondly, thinking back to the extra long shower you had shared.

“You must be Bucky!” It was Sharon making her way over to him, the heels bringing her close to his height.

“At your service,” his big hand dwarfed hers.

“I’m so excited to work with you,” Sharon said with a grin and a flutter of her eyelashes. Their eyes lingered, and Bucky’s lips curved up.

Your heart stuttered, suddenly you regretted being here and seeing this. They clearly had chemistry and you knew that once again you were going to be the girl on the sidelines, quite literally.

“Mr Barnes dressing room is this way,” and just like that he was pulled away with Sharon going back to the set. You hovered next to Sam for a moment feeling ignored and out of place.

“What now?” You asked, trying to cover the wobble in your voice.

“We just watch I guess,” Sam shrugged but he was already tapping furiously on his phone and you stood feeling lost.

—————

In the video, Sharon was to be a ring girl, and Bucky was the boxer. Cliche but believable you guessed, you were sure a few of the notches on his belt came from the scantily clad women who paraded the ring between rounds.

Sharon looked stunning as she posed for the camera, singing and pouting and Bucky looked like he’d already went a few rounds with an opponent. His chest was gleaming, the oil making the black of his tattoos stand out, and his silk shorts matched Sharon’s dress. You had to admit they looked good together. The perfect celebrity couple.

They were having a lot of fun, laughing between takes and sharing smouldering looks when the camera was on them. They shared flirty touches and suggestive smirks.

The video ended with him grabbing her and pulling her into a fiery and passionate kiss. Watching from the sidelines your chest burned, and you could barely look at them together. Everyone around you was discussing their chemistry and how they expected them to be a couple within weeks, how good it would be for the sales of the single, the new album and the upcoming tour.

“He could join her for part of it, come out on stage for this song, be part of the routine,” one of Sharon’s assistants was saying to Sam.

“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves here,” Sam held his hands up but it seemed to fall on deaf ears. He looked at you with a frustrated roll of the eyes and you shrugged sympathetically.

“It’s a wrap!” Someone shouted and you watched Bucky get out of the ring then easily lift Sharon down. He held her hand, pulling her behind him excitedly as they walked over to where you stood clearly eager to introduce you but all you wanted to do was run away and hide. This was turning out to be the worst day of your life.

Bucky introduced Sharon to Sam but she barely looked his way, her eyes on Bucky. And then he pulled her towards you with a pleased grin on his face. “And this is my best friend.”

You heard your name fall from his lips but your ears were too busy ringing with the words “best friend”. Your heart fractured on the spot, you swore you were bleeding out, the damage irreparable. You were his best friend. Nothing more. That was it.

Sharon was looking your way now, her eyes roaming your body critically. You tried to act casual in your favourite faded jeans and scruffy Converse, “You must be a good friend to stand idly by all day doing nothing while Bucky works.”

“She’s the best,” Bucky grinned reaching out to pull you into a side hug, but you flinched away, and his eyes flickered in concern. “Are you ok?” He mouthed and you nodded in response. Luckily he seemed content to drop it.

“I’m going to go change, you’re coming to the party right?” Sharon said to Bucky with a coy smile as she rested her hand on his chest.

“Wouldn’t miss it, you’ll come too won’t you,” Bucky looked at you. You just nodded, not trusting your voice. He had told you to bring along a party dress earlier as you left your place.

“It’ll probably be more standing around for her,” Sharon said pointedly to Bucky.

“Sugarplum is a big fan of yours,” Bucky added. You could hear the fondness in his voice and you wished it meant more.

“Awww that’s cute, explains why you stood around all day waiting for a friend,” she simpered at you. Her smile was forced.

You just nodded in agreement but you liked this woman less and less. In fact you were beginning to hate her.

“Make sure to buy my album, and my single,” she said walking away with a sway to her hips. “I need to pay the bills somehow.”

Her belittling tone reddened your cheeks but Bucky was laughing. You glanced up at him but his face was unreadable as he watched Sharon go. You followed his gaze and couldn’t help but notice how good Sharon looked from behind. Of course he couldn’t take his eyes off her.

“It has been a long day for you, let’s get changed and we’ll head to the party yeah?” Bucky’s brilliant blues were back on you. “Have some fun.”

“Sounds good,” you huffed out. He winked and walked off in the direction of the dressing rooms.

—————

The party was in full swing and you were sipping a glass of champagne when Sharon turned up almost two hours late and looking stunning.

You looked down at your dress, a favourite of yours. Bucky had always admired it, teased it went with the carpet in his bedroom. Bucky’s arm was around your waist, his fingers teasing little patterns on your hip as you chatted. You’d almost forgotten your day but with Sharon’s appearance it had all come crashing down.

Sharon made a beeline for Bucky, grabbing his hand and pulling him away from you.

“You don’t mind if I dance with your friend do you?” She called over her shoulder. You shook your head, you had already lost him and you knew it. There was no point in fighting it.

Bucky followed her like a lamb and you drained your glass and turned away from the sight. This would be the last time you were a third wheel or a bit on the side for him.

You loved Bucky you truly did, but you could no longer take the heartbreak. You needed a clean split, you decided or you’d go insane watching him and Sharon together. The best thing you could do now was slip away and let them get to know each other.

At the door you paused and looked back, finding Bucky easily. His eyes were locked on Sharon’s face as they stood at the edge of the dance floor and you turned, leaving the party.

“Heading off?” A voice startled you and you looked up to find Steve, Bucky’s best friend.

“You know what they say, threes a crowd and all that,” you shrugged.

Steve glanced towards Bucky and you saw a small tick in his jaw. He went to step into the party but you placed a hand on his chest. “Can you take me home. I rode with Bucky and I hate taking Ubers alone.”

Still protecting Bucky, his feelings and his reputation even when he’d forgotten about you. You were a fool and you needed to grow up.

By the time you got home you had a plan, and despite how drained you felt you started gathering all the bits and pieces of Bucky that had infiltrated your home.

His spare clothes from your drawers, wash products from the bathroom and books and trinkets that were in the living room all went into a bag. He had protein powders in the kitchen and a leather jacket hung on your coat rack with a pair of boots and trainers below.

It took an hour and afterwards you felt empty. Your home had gaps, you could already see them, but you didn’t have the heart to care so you changed, got into bed hugged your favourite plushie to your chest and pulled your duvet over your head.

—————

Sharon was an asshole, and Bucky regretted introducing you to her.

“I think you’re passing up a great publicity opportunity,” Sharon said. “You’ll not be a boxer forever and besides, it’ll only be short term. A year we’ll be together.”

Bucky examined her, this confident woman who was used to getting what she wanted. “You want us to fake date for a year?” He asked.

Instead of dancing Bucky had pulled her aside to talk, to say thanks but no thanks. Sharon was counter offering his rejection as if this were open for debate.

“No silly we’ll date. We can go on holiday and make public appearances, we’ll be a real couple,” she said slapping his chest. “Have real sex.”

“I don’t think that’s something I want to do,” Bucky said as he removed her hand.

“Think of your future. Your career. I’m about to be in a movie Bucky, I can get you a part and you won’t have to worry about your income drying up when you retire,” Sharon said. “You were a natural in my video.”

“Look, I’m flattered and you’re hot but I don’t feel that way. I love her,” Bucky said. He longed to go back to you, take you home. He was going to tell you tonight.

“Oh please, if you officially date her the press will tear her to shreds. Face it Bucky, she’s punching well above her weight when it comes to you,” Sharon looked into his eyes, searching his face.

“You know, I think she’s stunning. The girl you saw today was the woman I love, she‘s good and kind and I’ve not always been careful of her feelings but listening to you just know I know one thing for certain. There isn’t anyone else I’d rather spend my life with,” Bucky turned but Sharon’s hand on his arm stopped him.

“If she’s such a good friend, then why haven’t you noticed she’s been gone since I arrived? Went off with some tall blond beefcake,” Sharon’s smile was smug.

Bucky frowned. “Beard, long hair, blue eyes?”

Sharon nodded.

“Yeah that’s Sam’s husband Steve,” Bucky said as he headed to where Sam stood talking to a group of girls. “I’m going home Pal.”

“Smartest choice you made since hiring me,” Sam said.

—————

You found sleep impossible but the tears came easy. You laid with the pillow Bucky used last night in your arms and wept bitterly.

You didn’t hear your front door or footsteps coming up your stairs, but the bedroom door squeaked softly as it eased open.

You sat up startled and ready to scream for help and then you recognised the hair and beefy shoulders.

It was Bucky.

“I can’t right now Buck,” you said as you laid down.

“You kicking me out Sugarplum?” Bucky rasped.

Your heart clenched. “I can’t keep doing this,” you admitted.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t realise,” Bucky said as he stepped into the room. You noticed he’d taken his shoes off.

You smiled sadly. “I guess I was just happy I was getting something, but it’s not enough anymore.”

“I get it,” Bucky said sitting on the edge of the bed. “I realised something else though.”

“Do I want to know?” You whispered, feeling brave. You peered up at him, from this angle he looked tired and you wanted nothing more than to pull him in bedside you.

“I want you to know. Sharon asked me to be her boyfriend, told me her plans for the rest of the year for she and I.”

“Oh,” you bit the inside of your cheek. You didn’t want to know any more and you shifted away but Bucky reached for you.

“She assumed I wouldn’t say no, just like I assume you’ll be there every time I need you,” Bucky’s hand cupped your cheek, his eyes searched yours. “I need you all the damn time Doll.”

“I can’t-“

“I love you, been in love with you since forever, but our lives are so different that I thought you wouldn’t want to be in mine full time,” Bucky searched your face but you were too shocked to respond. “I know I’ll never be good enough but I want a chance to do my best to make you happy.”

“Not good enough?” You sat up. “What in hell gave you that idea?”

He shook his head and it was your turn to cup his cheek. He shook his head again, turning his face into your hand to kiss your wrist and you tabled it for now but you would press this later. You’d never meant to hurt him, you loved him from the moment you met him. “Tell me what you want?”

“I want you on press tours and at training camps and Christ even at shitty promotional activities like music videos for spoiled singers with no manners or respect for their fans.”

“I don’t understand,” you said.

“Marry me,” Bucky said. “Be my wife.”

“Bucky!” You gaped. Bucky took your hands. “We haven’t even- we can’t- I don’t- how?”

“We’ve been doing this dance for years now, pulling away from each other then tumbling back together. When I’m with you it feels right. You treat me good, so damn good and I haven’t always done right by you. That’s going to change.”

You launched yourself into his arms and he laughed as he caught you pressing kissed to your face.

“Yes, I’ll marry you.”

Bucky grinned and rolled you onto your back, his lips attaching to your neck.

“But…” you sighed.

“But? But what? No but’s Baby!”

“But I think we should abstain from sex, until we’re married,” you teased. It started as a joke but the look on Bucky’s face had you giggling internally. “We have a lot of talking to do, years worth to catch up on.”

“You’re right. Let’s talk.”

[yichens]

not technically just bl, but top 5 gmmtv couples of the year 👯‍♂️

i know you said this was not restricted to BLs but that's what i went with anyway :'D also, i decided to pick CPs instead of on-screen couples bc i wasn't sure which one you meant here. i hope you're not disappointed!

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My Top 5 GMMTV Couples of 2023

I. JimmySea (Jimmy Jitaraphol & Sea Tawinan)

ppl would probably be concerned if i didn't answer jimmy and sea. i've been here with them for over 1,5 years now and my love for them hasn't diminished at all. there's just something so comforting and genuine about them. their presence and their performances (on stage and on-screen) feel like a hug to me. i loved puentalay to bits, i am currently head over heels in love with morkday, and i keep hoping this isn't the end. gmmtv2024 part 2 will give us a new series with them bc they cannot just throw aside the depths these two have found for their relationship ♥

II. ForceBook (Force Jiratchapong & Book Kasidet)

witnessing their glorious comeback this year made me so happy. after an unjustified onslaught of hate and a long stay in gmm's basement, their chance to shine again was well overdue. enchanté and akktheo convinced me of their extraordinary chemistry, and this year forcebook truly outdid themselves in both of their series. guncher in a boss and a babe became very dear to me, and topmew showed sides of them i didn't know even existed. they've grown so much, and i hope the upcoming year only brings them more opportunities that let them shine even brighter ♥

III. OffGun (Off Jumpol & Gun Atthaphan)

probably my oldest bl actor cp. i first got to know them after theory of love where i absolutely adored khaithird. i know the majority (?) hated that show but i loved it to bits. i watched puppy honey soon after to see more of them, but never really felt too strongly about pickrome. i went around the internet to learn a bit about them as actors and people for a while but they never really stuck with me then. and then not me and seanwhite happened. offgun took over my heart again and i was truly sad when i thought not me would be their last bl. but then they announced cooking crush! and now we get the trainee too! and i just think my love for them will never end; they've been here with me through it all, in one way or another ♥

IV. PondPhuwin (Pond Naravit & Phuwin Tangsakyuen)

during the surge of bl in my life that begun with bad buddy (and maybe not me too), i binged a ton of other/older gmmtv (bl) series. fish upon the sky was one of them, and even if i never quite liked that series, i loved the chemistry between pond and phuwin. i've actually known phuwin since his acting debut under gmm (when he was a true baby) and was curious to see him with a new face. i was even more excited when i realized they would be getting a new chance with never let me go as palmnueng would introduce a very different type of setting for them. now they're very dear to me as i also came to know pond and especially phuwin as people ♥

V. MarcPawin (Marc Natarit & Pawin Thanik)

the black sheep of my 2023 that i never saw coming. honestly, i wasn't a big fan of my gear and your gown, and so i thought i was not hooked on these two. then they got their glorious comeback during the nlmg our skyy 2 eps and a whole ass tsunami were put in motion in my brain. the wave hit shore when they started getting side couple vibes in dangerous romance and finally got to kiss again. and now we have we are where these two are about to be one of the couples (still not sure if they're main or not). am obsessed. i love this comeback for them. i hope this carries them further than ittpai ever did ♥

Bonus: Mark Pakin + Everyone

i think my school president and his role as tiw started the rise of one mark pakin. after that, the year 2023 has truly been His Year. he's gone from tiw and being paired with ford to appearing as saleng in moonlight chicken where he was paired with view to then appearing again as tiw who was even more prominently with por (ford) to getting paired with neo in only friends as nick and now ending his year as night in last twilight where we've seen the first hints of him being paired with namtan. boy keeps changing partners like socks and it's absolutely brilliant bc he has chemistry with everybody. he's even teased new upcoming projects with a new partner (ohm thi?) and keeps saying he's truly fine with any partner and anyone we'd like to ship him with. an icon. a legend. i love him a lot.

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thank you for sending this question to me jess! i hope this was anything like what you wanted to see ^^ i made some tough decisions here bc i also had several other couples/ppl i would've liked to point out after this year.

[jiwoonged]

15 Day BL Challenge, Part 2

Day 18: What show are you waiting most (im)patiently for?

There are a lot of upcoming shows I'm looking forward to. GMMTV just released bunch of trailers, most of which I can't wait to see this/next year.

Firstly, Head 2 Head with SeaKeen as leads, because just look at them how can you not be excited to watch them.

And Only Friends Season 2, just putting this gif as explanation.

Also from Domundi/Mandee there are a few shows upcoming, but Khemjira is the one I'm most looking forward to. Can't wait for that KengNamping chemistry because I know I'm gonna love them.

Change2561, the company that gave us Pit babe and TLDHLB, I'm very excited for their shows Goddess Bless You from Death (PoohPavel) and I'm the Most Beautiful Count (NutPing).

But Also, My Golden Blood, gmm give it to me now!!

[gunsatthaphan]

~ Monthly BL Breakdown: April 2023 ~  

🌼 Happy May!!! 🐝

Disclaimer: ALL shows can be streamed here or here, as well as on Youtube and other platforms. For more info on where to watch what, check out this post!

New breakdowns are coming at the end of every month - feel free to add stuff! -> previous breakdowns

What came out this month? (green = seen/currently watching)

🌟 Bokura no Shokutaku (Our Dining Table) - April 6th (Japan)

🌟 My Beautiful Man: Eternal - April 7th (Japan)

🌟 Eien No Kinou: Complete Edition - April 13th (Japan) 

🌟 Naked Dining - April 14th (Japan)

🌟 Midnight Love - April 15th (Thailand)

🌟 My Story - April 15th (Philippines)

🌟 Step by Step - April 18th (Thailand) ❌(dropped)

🌟 Our Skyy 2 - April 19th (Thailand) ✅

🌟 The Promise: Part 2 - April 19th (Thailand)

🌟 Midnight Love - April 22nd (Thailand)

🌟 Stormy Honeymoon - April 22nd (Vietnam) 

🌟 The Day I Loved You - April 26th (Philippines) 

🌟 Happy Merry Ending - April 27th (South Korea) 

🌟 Love Syndrome III (Uncut Version) - April 29th (Thailand) 

🌟 La Pluie - April 29th (Thailand) ✅

Monthly likes/dislikes

❣️ Our Skyy 2 - Absolutely loving it so far!!! It’s exactly the kind of lighthearted chaos I was hoping for and especially the NLMG episodes were so much fun to watch. Once again proves that PP just work in a comedy setting. ngl these 2 episodes were better than the entirety of the 12 episodes of the main show for me lmao 🤷🏼‍♀️ The SIMM episodes were a bit strange plot-wise lmao but JD’s chemistry saved the day for sure. Very excited for what’s to come!! 

👎🏻 A Shoulder To Cry On - I was very disappointed by this one. It was my first time dipping my toes back into the kbl world after TMS and I was hopeful as I read good reviews but my god it was so bad. it had a solid start but then the plot started reaching and it got weirder with every episode. and not to mention the lack of intimacy like I get they probably didn’t do it because of kpop or whatever but why even cast them to begin with then??? I have zero understanding for things like that. This was a bromance and I hated it lmao. bye.

New series & movie announcements

🎥 Colorful Melody - Date TBA (Thailand)

🎥 Forever Yours - Date TBA (Philippines)

🎥 Rule No.1: Don't Be Too Emotional (novel adaption) - Date TBA (Thailand)

🎥 Night Dream - Date TBA (Thailand) 

🎥 Deep Night - Date TBA (Thailand) 

🎥 Khemjira Will Survive (novel adaption) - Date TBA (Thailand)

🎥 Let’s Eat Together - coming June 2nd (Japan) 

🎥 VIP Only - Date TBA (Taiwan) 

🎥 I Can’t Reach You (manga adaption) - Date TBA (Japan) 

🎥 The Bartender - Date TBA (Cambodia) 

🎥 Love Supremacy Zone - Date TBA (South Korea) 

🎥 Aedan The Series - Date TBA (Philippines) 

Other news from the BL world

❗️ Workshops for the upcoming GMMTV BL Dangerous Romance have started. Filming is scheduled to start next month.  

❗️ The upcoming Domundi Thai BL Naughty Babe is officially in production. Shooting will commence soon.  

❗️ The upcoming WabiSabi Thai BL Absolute Zero (dir. New Siwaj) has started filming. 

❗️ The company StarHunter announced their lineup for 2023:

City of Stars (BL)

True Moon (BL)

Sunset Vibes (BL, starring MosBank)

The Taste of Fresh Milk (BL)

Big Dragon the Movie (BL)

Love Senior (GL) -> this will be StarHunter’s first GL drama.

❗️ A movie version for the Korean BL Where Your Eyes Linger (re-edited version) was announced. Details such as plot + air date are still unknown. 

❗️ After a supposed casting sheet was leaked in a video, rumors sparked that GeminiFourth will get replaced by ViewJune as the side couple in the upcoming Thai GL 23.5. The actresses were also seen in the workshops to Dangerous Romance, along with Papang and Pepper, creating further rumors about the 2 pairs being side couples in the show along with Marc and Pawin. Nothing is confirmed. 

❗️ Actors Billkin and PP (I Told Sunset About You) have registered a joint production company called BKPP Entertainment. It will be managed by Billkin, PP, Bell Supol, Panut (Billkin's dad) and Sureerat (PP's mom). Details about possible productions (film or music) are still unknown. 

❗️ Actors Bas Suradej and Copter Panuwat have left Starhunter Entertainment, which resulted in Copter and costar Kimmon parting ways as an on-screen pair. Their upcoming show Boy Never Smiles will still air as scheduled. 

❗️ Actor Yacht Patsit has dropped out of the Korean idol program FANTASY BOYS due to a chronic illness. He will resume his acting career in Thailand. 

❗️ Kpop group SF9 members ZUHO and Kim In Sung were announced as the leads in the upcoming Korean BL Star Struck. The series will premiere on May 18th. 

❗️ The following BL actors won at this year’s Thailand Master Youth Awards:

Zee Pruk and Nunew Chawarin: People Favorites

Gemini Norawit and Fourth Nattawat: Youth Favorites

Upcoming series & movies for May

👉🏻 House of Stars - May 1st (Thailand) 

👉🏻 Love Mate - May 4th (South Korea)

👉🏻 ViAn The Series (TikTok series) - May 6th (Vietnam) 

👉🏻 My Partner (movie) - May 7th (Philippines/Hawaii) 

👉🏻 Star Struck - May 18th (South Korea) 

👉🏻 The Luminous Solution - May 27th (Thailand) 

👉🏻 Tie the Not - May 27th (Philippines)

👉🏻 Takumi-kun Series 6: Nagai Nagai Monogatari no Hajimari no Asa - May 27th (Japan) 

[south-of-heaven]

pt 2 to sheamus x mcmahon!reader where he asks her out?

Mutual || Sheamus x Reader

Summary: You and Sheamus go out on a date. Part two of The McMahon lass.

The boisterous world of WWE is your family's legacy, and being the youngest McMahon sibling has always come with its own set of expectations. Among the towering figures and larger-than-life personalities, you've carved your own niche, contributing to the empire while staying true to your own passions. And amidst the glitz and glamour, there's one man who's caught your eye, Sheamus.

His rugged charm and that unmistakable Irish accent have always drawn you in. You've shared laughter and casual conversations, and while you've sensed a spark, you've never been quite sure if it was reciprocated. Sheamus, a powerhouse in the ring and a gentle giant outside of it, has a presence that both intimidates and intrigues you.

One evening, as the backstage area bustles with activity, you find yourself sharing a quiet moment with Sheamus. The conversation flows easily, a mix of friendly banter and shared interests. As he talks about his latest match and upcoming plans, your heart races. You realize this is the perfect opportunity to put an end to the unspoken tension that's been hanging between you.

Gathering your courage, you take a deep breath and lock eyes with him. "You know, Sheamus, I've always enjoyed our chats." Your voice is steady, though your heart threatens to betray your calm exterior.

He chuckles, a warm smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "Aye, lass, the feeling's mutual. You're quite the character."

"I've been thinking, lassie. Maybe you and I should have a go at having our chats somewhere else than here at the arena. What do you say we go for a drink?" The Irishman says, a hopeful twinkle in his eyes.

For a moment, the air seems to hold its breath. You blinks, your expression a mix of surprise and delight. "I'd love that, actually," you reply, pure happiness shining through your voice.

A surge of happiness courses through him, and he can't help the smile that spreads across his face. "Really? That's great!"

Your grin widens, and you rub the back of your neck, a sign of your own nervous excitement. "Yeah, well, I've been thinking the same thing."

In that moment, the connection between you deepens, and you realize that your instincts were right all along. The attraction and chemistry were real, and Sheamus has been harboring his own feelings. The realization washes over you, exhilarating and thrilling.

As the night goes on, the two of you continue to talk, laughter punctuating your conversation. You're overjoyed that Sheamus mustered the courage to ask you out, just as you were contemplating doing the same. The evening feels like the start of something new, a chapter in your life that's laced with anticipation and promise.

As the night draws to a close and the chatter of the locker room subsides, Sheamus walks you to your car. His hand brushes against yours, sending a jolt of electricity through your veins. "I'll see you soon, then?"

You nod, a playful grin on your lips. "Absolutely. I can't wait."

He flashes you that trademark smile, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Me neither."

Driving home, your heart is light, and a sense of contentment washes over you. Sheamus, the man you've admired from afar, has taken a step closer to becoming a significant part of your life. The anticipation of what lies ahead leaves you with a feeling of happiness that's impossible to contain.

[smolwritingchick]

Upcoming Chapters I plan to post in my next batch of edited chapters this week :)

Bangtan Gal:

Chapter 13- Boy In Luv (Jennie vows to do better in the next ISAC. Jungkook, V and Jennie bond over Linkin Park, BTS film Boy In Luv as Jen films special scenes with Jimin who flusters her and Suga who has great chemistry with her)

Chapter 14- Look Forward To White Day (BTS and Jen are interviewed about their new album, Skool Luv Affair. Jen gets caught in the K-Pop news after getting filmed doing something in public. She celebrates Valentine’s Day and J-Hope’s birthday with BTS)

Chapter 15- Going to SOPA (After auditioning successfully for SOPA, Jennie attends school for the first time in South Korea as she goes with Jungkook to the opening ceremony)

Chapter 16- Spending White Day with BTS (Jennie underestimated Yoongi's words when he said she would get spoiled for White Day)

Chapter 17- Just One Day (BTS and Jennie promote Just One Day and attend weekly idol. Jennie and the rest of BTS join in to prank Rap Monster during his 4 Things filming and Jen gives her point of view on him)

Chapter 18- American Hustle Life Episode 1 (Jennie can't keep her mouth shut when BTS are suddenly kidnapped in LA. She gushes over Tony and BTS meet Coolio)

Chapter 19- American Hustle Life Episode 2 (Jennie proves that she has knowledge of hip hop and gets words of wisdom from Coolio when she reveals she would like to rap one day, especially about female empowerment and confidence)

Chapter 20- American Hustle Life Episode 3 (Jennie talks about her passion for freestyle dancing as she and the guys are put to the test to prove their dancing skills. After being called out to dance, Jennie proves she doesn’t need the guys to dance for her. Jen works alongside Suga in the dance competition. Jen and Jungkook are interviewed about their friendship)

Chapter 21- American Hustle Life Episode 4 (When the next challenge has to do with rapping, Jen is quick to let Suga know about her lack of skills. Suga however, reassures her and is finally asked by her for rapping lessons.)

Chapter 22- American Hustle Life Episode 5 (Finding out that she won’t be able to use the Bangtan Boys for the American Version of Boy In Luv, Jennie attempts to use her charm to grab a guy to film with her)

Chapter 23- American Hustle Life Episode 6 (Jennie is bombarded with questions about Kevin. As part of Team R&B, Jennie tries to improve her vocal skills and calm her nerves when Iris requests her to sing an emotional song.)

Chapter 24- American Hustle Life Episode 7 (Jennie brushes off the subject of her old group. Jungkook gets jealous when he finds out Jennie and V are working at an Ice Cream shop. Off screen, Jen and Namjoon eat together but are interrupted by someone Jennie has been trying to avoid)

Also! As I continue to edit and update the masterlist for this story I will label chapters that have a lot of JenKook fluff, which ones are my favorite and so on. Stay tuned! Also thinking of making some scenes from future chapters as BTS x reader one shots and I can make a separate masterlist for that. We'll see how things go

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Forced To Believe:

Chapter 13- Catching Up Before MITB (Melanie is back in Philly to visit family and makes preparations before the PPV)

Chapter 14- Money In The Bank 2013 (Morgan manages The Shield for their matches. The pressure is on as Morgan competes in her first Diva's Championship match in her hometown against Kaitlyn and AJ Lee.)

Chapter 15- Total Slap! (Eva Marie gets bold with Morgan. The Shield visit NXT and deal with RVD and Big Show)

Chapter 16- Frustration (Morgan attends Summerslam, Melanie starts to get a push as creative wants her to become the outspoken diva, Morgan continues to have issues with Eva Marie and expresses her concern to her old friend Randy Orton about his actions at Summerslam)

Chapter 17- Total Divas Season 1 Episode 5 (Melanie joins the girls for go-karting while Ariana and Trinity have issues with each other)

Chapter 18- I Know What I Have To Do (Morgan experiences AJ's Pipe bombshell, Morgan continues to express frustration on the abuse of power from The Authority and the roster's lack of action.)

Chapter 19- The Outspoken Diva (Morgan opens up her eyes and begins to speak up. Having enough she confronts The Authority)

[muiitoloko]

OMG OMG OMG I LOVED YOUR RECENT ALAN FIC! The unscripted love one! Would you be willing to do a part 2? Like reader has a new project and being paired with a heartthrob celebrity who is charming and kind.

Alan is professional and is proud of her but he can't help but be all jealous and possessive. Especially when fans create tiktok edits of her and the actor lol or even make fanfics about them HAHAHAHA.

Something along those line but u can totally add or remove plots to ur liking.

Title: The Price of Fame.

Summary: Caught between the pressures of a public career and his private insecurities, Alan grapples with the jealousy that arises from seeing you with Colin Firth.

Pairing: Alan Rickman × Fem! Reader

Warnings: Jealousy

Author's Notes: Thanks for your request! I hope this hits the spot for you! 😊

First, Second and Third part here.

Also read on Ao3

Weeks passed, and to your relief, the media frenzy over your public kiss with Alan quickly died down. The video that had circulated online, capturing that intimate moment between the two of you, had initially sparked some curiosity, but it wasn't long before it was overshadowed by other headlines. After all, you were known for your spontaneous nature, having surprised more than one interviewer or co-star with a playful kiss in the past. So, when you and Alan brushed off the incident as just a bit of fun between friends, the public and the press accepted it without much fuss.

Still, there was a secret between you and Alan that the world didn't know: that the kiss was no joke, and that you had finally confessed your feelings to each other. But with both of your careers in the spotlight and your publicist insisting that any romantic entanglements remain under wraps—at least until the release of your upcoming film—you and Alan agreed to keep your relationship private for the time being. It wasn’t ideal, but you both understood the need to keep things quiet, especially given the delicate nature of your current project.

The film you were promoting was a steamy romance that had already garnered a lot of attention, particularly because of the sizzling chemistry between you and your co-star. Fans had been shipping the two of you ever since the trailer dropped, and your publicist was determined to capitalize on that buzz. You found yourself immersed in a whirlwind of interviews, photoshoots, and press junkets, all designed to build anticipation for the movie. You played along, laughing and flirting with your co-star in front of the cameras, knowing that this was all part of the job.

Alan, always the supportive partner, understood the situation completely, even though it wasn’t always easy. He knew your professional duties meant you had to maintain the illusion of an on-screen romance, and he never once complained.

But one evening, Alan found himself in his study, the warm glow of a desk lamp casting soft shadows as he leaned back in his chair, his hazel eyes fixed on his laptop screen. The faint sound of your voice filled the room, and Alan’s fingers drummed absentmindedly on the edge of his desk—a habit he couldn’t shake when he was deep in thought. The YouTube video played on, showing you and Colin Firth, your co-star, sitting together during an interview for your latest film.

He had only recently learned how to navigate YouTube, thanks to your patient instruction, and while he was still a little unsure of how to access most features, Alan had managed to find this particular interview without much trouble. At first, he had clicked on it out of curiosity, wanting to see how you handled the press, but as the video progressed, he found himself growing increasingly unsettled.

Onscreen, you were your usual charming, mischievous self, flashing that brilliant smile of yours as you exchanged playful banter with Colin. The chemistry between the two of you was undeniable, a fact that made Alan’s stomach twist in ways he didn’t want to admit. Colin, ever the gentleman, was equally engaging, his deep voice complementing yours as you shared inside jokes and light touches that sent waves of laughter through the audience.

Alan tried to remind himself that it was all part of the act, part of the job. You had both agreed to keep your relationship private, and he knew better than anyone how important it was for you to maintain the illusion of romance with Colin for the sake of the film. But knowing that didn’t make it any easier to watch.

As the interview continued, Alan couldn’t help but notice the way Colin’s hand would occasionally brush against yours, or the way your eyes would linger on him just a bit longer than necessary. Each little gesture, each subtle glance, felt like a small dagger twisting in Alan’s chest, though he would never admit it to himself.

Then, the interviewer brought up the topic of on-screen chemistry, asking how the two of you managed to create such a believable connection in the film. You laughed, your voice light and teasing as you replied, "Well, Colin is just so easy to fall in love with, isn’t he? I mean, who wouldn’t be charmed by Mr. Darcy?"

The audience erupted in laughter, and Colin played along with a modest grin, shrugging as if to say, "What can I do?" The two of you shared a look, one of those knowing, conspiratorial glances that sent a fresh wave of jealousy coursing through Alan. He clenched his jaw, forcing himself to remain composed as he continued to watch, his heart heavy with a mixture of frustration and longing.

When the interview finally ended, Alan let out a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding. He closed the laptop with a bit more force than necessary, leaning back in his chair and running a hand through his hair. He knew it was foolish to feel this way, especially since you had made it clear that your feelings for him were genuine. But still, seeing you with Colin, seeing the way the world reacted to your on-screen romance, it was hard not to let that seed of jealousy take root.

Out of curiosity, Alan reopened the laptop and scrolled down to the comments section of the video. He wasn’t exactly sure what he was looking for, but something compelled him to see what the public had to say. As he skimmed through the comments, his eyes caught on a few that only served to deepen the bitter taste in his mouth.

"OMG, the chemistry between [Your Name] and Colin is insane! They’re definitely dating IRL, right?"

"I’m convinced they’re secretly together. Did you see the way they looked at each other?"

"Sorry, but that kiss with Alan Rickman was so awkward. There’s no way they’re a real couple. He’s too old for her anyway."

Alan felt a pang of anger and hurt at that last comment, but he tried to push it aside, reminding himself that these were just random people on the internet, people who knew nothing about the real connection he shared with you. Still, it stung. He had always been a bit self-deprecating, aware of the age difference between the two of you, but hearing others voice those doubts brought them to the forefront of his mind.

He clicked on the comment about the kiss, and as the responses loaded, he scanned through them with a mixture of dread and curiosity.

One response read, "I thought the kiss was sweet! Alan Rickman is such a classy guy, and you can tell he really cares about her."

Another, less kind comment said, "I don’t get it. Why would she go for him when she has someone like Colin around? The chemistry is so forced with Alan."

Alan sighed, closing the laptop again and rubbing his temples. He didn’t want to let these comments get to him, but they did. He couldn’t help but compare himself to Colin—tall, handsome, charming Colin, who was much closer to your age and clearly had the world wrapped around his finger.

He stood up from his desk, pacing the room as he tried to shake off the gnawing feeling of insecurity. He hated that he felt this way, hated that he was letting a silly interview and a few comments online make him doubt himself and, by extension, you. But the truth was, he was scared. Scared of losing you, scared that you might one day wake up and realize that you deserved someone younger, someone more vibrant, someone like Colin.

Alan sighed deeply, trying to push the unsettling thoughts from his mind as he made his way to the bathroom. The tension in his chest hadn’t eased since he’d closed the laptop, and he hoped that a splash of cold water might help clear his head. As he flicked on the light and approached the sink, he caught sight of his reflection in the mirror and paused, his gaze lingering on his own features.

It was an involuntary habit—this analyzing of himself. His eyes traced the lines on his face, the creases at the corners of his eyes, the silver strands that now took up almost all of his hair. He noticed the slight droop at the corners of his mouth, the way time had subtly reshaped the contours of his face. His hazel eyes, once so vibrant, seemed a bit more tired now, as if the weight of the years had dimmed their light.

He leaned closer to the mirror, examining every little imperfection, each line, each wrinkle, as if they held the answers to the doubts that had been plaguing him. His gaze fell on his nose—his hooked nose, as he had often heard it called. It had been a defining feature for as long as he could remember, one he’d grown accustomed to, even if he’d never quite made peace with it. He traced the curve with his eyes, wondering if that, too, was something that made him less appealing in the eyes of others.

As he studied his reflection, his thoughts drifted to his teeth. He smiled faintly, though the gesture lacked its usual warmth. His teeth, at least, were one of the few things he didn’t scrutinize too harshly. The top teeth were perfectly aligned, great for photos, and gave him a smile that was charming enough to disarm even the most skeptical of critics. but the bottom teeth nagged at him. Were like little reminders that he was far from perfect.

Alan sighed again, his breath fogging the mirror slightly as he leaned his forehead against the cool glass. "Damn," he muttered to himself, his voice tinged with frustration. He wished he could turn off the part of his mind that constantly compared himself to others, especially to someone like Colin Firth.

But then, a small, self-deprecating smile tugged at his lips. "At least Firth doesn't have a baritone voice," he thought to himself, his tone dry as he spoke aloud. It was true—his voice was one of the few things he took pride in. It was deep, rich, a voice that had captivated audiences on stage and screen alike. Women, and indeed many men, had often complimented him on it, and he couldn’t deny that it had served him well over the years.

He chuckled softly, though the sound was tinged with a hint of bitterness. His drama teacher’s words from so many years ago came back to him, echoing in his mind. "Rickman," she had said, her tone sharp as she critiqued his performance, "your voice sounds like it’s coming out of the back end of a drain pipe."

At the time, the comment had stung, but Alan had learned to take it in stride, even to laugh about it. He had proved her wrong, after all. His voice had become his signature, something that set him apart, something that made him uniquely Alan Rickman. But even now, after all these years, he couldn’t help but let those old insecurities creep back in when he was feeling vulnerable.

He straightened up, running a hand through his hair as he stared at his reflection with a mixture of resignation and determination. "Stop it," he told himself firmly, his voice carrying a note of command. "You’re Alan bloody Rickman, for God’s sake. You’ve done more with that drain pipe voice and hooked nose than most men could ever dream of."

The words were meant to bolster his confidence, but the lingering doubt remained, gnawing at the edges of his thoughts. He knew he shouldn’t let himself be dragged down by comparisons or by what strangers on the internet thought. He knew better than to let a few comments shake his confidence in the relationship he had with you, the woman he loved.

But knowing and feeling were two very different things, and no amount of self-talk could fully banish the insecurities that had taken root. Alan splashed some cold water on his face, hoping to wash away the lingering doubts. The shock of the cool water against his skin jolted him back to the present, and he took a deep breath, letting the water drip from his chin as he stared into the mirror.

"She loves you," he whispered to himself, the words a quiet affirmation. "She chose you."

It was a simple truth, one that he needed to hold onto. You had confessed your feelings to him, had chosen to be with him despite everything. That was what mattered. Not the comments, not the comparisons, not even the whispers of doubt that lingered in his mind. What mattered was the bond you shared, the connection that had grown between you, and the love that had been there all along, waiting to be acknowledged.

Alan straightened up, a renewed sense of determination settling over him. He would not let his insecurities undermine what the two of you had built together. He would not let his own self-doubt taint the happiness you both deserved.

With one last glance in the mirror, he turned off the light and left the bathroom, his steps more confident now as he headed back to his study. He needed to call you, to hear your voice, to remind himself of the connection you shared. And perhaps, once he heard your laugh, your voice filled with that familiar warmth, he would finally be able to shake off the lingering doubts and focus on what truly mattered—your love for each other.

As he reached for his phone, a small smile played on his lips. He knew that, despite everything, he was a lucky man. Lucky to have found someone like you, lucky to have your love and support, and lucky to have a voice that, despite his old drama teacher’s critique, had become one of his most cherished assets.

He dialed your number, the sound of your voice on the other end bringing an immediate sense of comfort. "Hello, love," he said, his tone warm and affectionate. "I was just thinking about you."

And as your laughter filled his ears, all the doubts and insecurities that had plagued him earlier began to fade away, replaced by the steady, reassuring beat of his love for you.

Alan lay back on the couch, his cell phone pressed to his ear, listening intently as you recounted the details of your day. He stretched his legs out, settling into a comfortable position as your voice filled the room, a soothing presence that made the lingering tension from earlier begin to fade. He smiled to himself, enjoying the familiar rhythm of your words, the way you always managed to make even the simplest events sound interesting.

"I received some scripts today," you were saying, your tone tinged with excitement. "I can’t talk about them in detail just yet, but they were definitely intriguing. I’m seriously considering one of them."

Alan’s ears perked up at the mention of new projects, a mix of pride and curiosity swirling within him. "Sounds exciting," he replied, his baritone voice warm with encouragement. "Anything that caught your eye in particular?"

You hesitated for a moment before answering, "There’s one that really stood out to me. It’s different from anything I’ve done before, and I think it could be a great challenge. But I’m still weighing my options."

Alan nodded, even though you couldn’t see him. He admired your thoughtful approach to choosing roles, always ensuring that each project would push your boundaries and allow you to grow as an actress. "I have no doubt you’ll choose the right one," he said softly, his voice filled with genuine belief in your talent. "You always do."

You laughed lightly, the sound bringing a smile to Alan’s face. "Thanks, Alan. That means a lot coming from you."

There was a brief pause before you continued, your tone shifting to one of casual familiarity. "Oh, and I forgot to mention—I went to lunch with Colin today."

The words hung in the air, and Alan bit his tongue, forcing himself to maintain a neutral expression. He felt a flicker of jealousy, a possessiveness that he didn’t particularly like but couldn’t completely shake off. The image of you and Colin together, laughing and sharing a meal, made his chest tighten. He reminded himself that it was just lunch, something you had done with countless friends and colleagues before.

"He’s so funny and charming," you added, your voice filled with genuine affection. "A real British gentleman. We had such a good time, just catching up and talking about the film."

Alan felt a knot form in his stomach, though he kept his tone light. "I’m glad you had a good time," he said, though he couldn’t entirely mask the slight edge in his voice. "Colin does have a way of making people feel at ease."

You picked up on the change in his tone, and there was a pause on your end before you responded, your voice softer now. "Are you okay, Alan? You sound… different."

Alan sighed, closing his eyes for a moment as he gathered his thoughts. He knew he couldn’t let his insecurities get the better of him, especially not with you. "I’m fine," he replied, though he could hear the hesitation in his own voice. "It’s just… I suppose I’m a little jealous."

There was a moment of silence before you spoke again, your tone gentle and understanding. "Jealous? Of Colin?"

Alan smiled faintly, though it was tinged with a hint of self-deprecation. "It’s silly, really. I know you’re just friends, and I trust you completely. But I can’t help feeling a bit… possessive, I suppose. Especially when I hear about how charming and wonderful he is."

You let out a soft laugh, the sound warm and reassuring. "Alan, you have nothing to worry about. Colin is a great friend, but he’s just that—a friend. You’re the one I’m in love with, remember?"

Alan’s heart swelled at your words, the knot in his stomach loosening. He knew you meant it, knew that your feelings for him were genuine. But the insecurity lingered, just below the surface, a reminder of his own fears.

"I do remember," he replied, his voice softening as he spoke. "But sometimes, it’s hard not to feel a bit insecure. Especially when I think about how easy it would be for someone like Colin to sweep you off your feet."

You sighed, your voice filled with affection as you responded, "Alan, before you were my boyfriend, you were my best friend. And that means so much more to me than anything else. I chose you because I love you for who you are, not for who you think you need to be."

Alan felt a rush of warmth at your words, his heart beating a little faster. "I suppose I forget that sometimes," he admitted, his tone more self-assured now. "I just want to make sure you’re happy, that you know how much you mean to me."

"You make me incredibly happy, Alan," you said, your voice filled with sincerity. "And I don’t need anyone else to do that. Just you."

Alan’s smile widened, the last remnants of his jealousy melting away. "Well, in that case, I’ll do my best to keep being the charming, slightly self-deprecating man you fell in love with."

You laughed, the sound like music to his ears. "That’s all I could ever ask for, Alan."

Both of you were silent for a moment, the warmth of your conversation settling between you. The comfort of knowing that your feelings were shared, that your insecurities were understood, made the silence feel almost intimate. It was you who eventually broke the stillness, your voice teasing as you said, "You know, Alan, I actually like you a little possessive."

Alan's eyebrows shot up in surprise, a curious smile tugging at the corners of his lips. He turned on the sofa, lying on his side, cradling the phone against his ear. "Oh? You like me possessive, do you?" he asked, his tone light but tinged with genuine curiosity. "And why is that, my dear? I thought I was supposed to be the epitome of British restraint."

You laughed softly, the sound filling him with a warm sense of contentment. "You are," you replied, your tone playful. "But there’s something exciting about a man being possessive of his girl. It’s like those dark romance fanfics I read."

Alan's curiosity was piqued, and he raised an eyebrow, even though you couldn’t see it. "Fanfics?" he repeated, his voice laced with intrigue. "I’m not entirely sure I know what that is. Care to enlighten me?"

You grinned, loving the opportunity to explain something so modern and yet so deeply ingrained in internet culture to him. "Fanfics, short for fan fiction, are stories written by fans of a particular book, movie, or even a real person. They take the characters or people they love and create new stories about them—sometimes completely different from the original plot."

Alan hummed thoughtfully, turning the idea over in his mind. "So, these are stories written by fans about, say, a character from a film or even about… well, an actor like me?"

You hesitated for a moment, a mischievous smile playing on your lips as you replied, "Well, mostly Severus Snape, but yes, there’s some about you too."

Alan’s curiosity deepened, his voice now carrying a hint of amusement. "About me? I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised, given the… well, let’s call it the legacy of Snape. But what do they write about? I can’t imagine there’s much material to work with."

You hummed over the phone, the playful tone in your voice making Alan’s heart skip a beat. "Oh, you’d be surprised, Alan," you teased. "In fact, I once read a fanfic about you on Wattpad where you were quite the flirt. Spreading your seed around, as they put it."

Alan couldn’t help but laugh, the deep sound rumbling through the phone. "Spreading my seed, you say? My, that’s quite the image. I take it this version of me is rather… shall we say, prolific?"

You giggled, the sound bringing a smile to his lips. "Yes, and it’s amazing how most authors paint you as a god of sex. You’d be shocked by some of the things people write about you. Well, not you specifically—mostly Snape—but still."

Alan was both amused and intrigued, a mixture of flattery and disbelief coloring his thoughts. "A god of sex, hmm? I suppose I should be flattered, though I must say, I never imagined myself being portrayed in such a… shall we say, enthusiastic manner."

You could hear the amusement in his voice, and it made you grin even wider. "Oh, Alan, you have no idea. There are entire fanfics dedicated to just how irresistible you are—how women can’t help but fall at your feet."

Alan chuckled again, the sound filled with a mixture of humility and curiosity. "It’s rather fascinating, really. The idea that people would take the time to write stories about me, or at least a version of me. But I must admit, I’m a bit curious. What do these fanfics usually entail? Am I always the flirtatious rogue, or do they explore other facets of my… shall we say, charming personality?"

You hesitated for a moment, knowing that some fanfics delved into rather explicit territory. But then you decided to tease him a little. "Well, it varies. Some portray you as a dark, brooding figure with a heart of gold. Others have you as a misunderstood genius, and yes, quite a few make you the ultimate seducer. But all of them seem to agree on one thing—you’re incredibly sexy."

Alan couldn’t help but laugh, the sound rich and warm. "Sexy, am I? Well, I suppose I can’t argue with that. Though I must say, it’s rather flattering to know that people see me in such a light. Perhaps I should start reading some of these fanfics myself—see if they live up to the legend."

You giggled, imagining Alan diving into the world of fan fiction. "I’m not sure you’re ready for that, Alan. Some of them are… well, let’s just say they’re very detailed."

Alan’s curiosity only grew at your words, and he couldn’t resist the urge to probe further. "Detailed, you say? I must admit, you’ve piqued my interest. Perhaps you could read one to me sometime? I’d be interested to see just how these talented writers envision me."

You blushed at the thought of reading some of the more explicit fanfics to him, but you couldn’t deny the thrill it gave you. "Maybe," you teased, your voice playful. "But only if you promise not to judge me for my taste in literature."

Alan chuckled softly, his tone warm and affectionate. "My dear, I could never judge you. After all, you’ve already read one about me spreading my seed around, and you still love me. I’d say that’s quite the testament to your open-mindedness."

You laughed, feeling the last of your earlier tension melt away. "Well, in that case, maybe we’ll have to schedule a little fanfic reading session. But I warn you, some of them might make you blush."

Alan’s smile widened, his heart swelling with affection for you. "I look forward to it, my dear. And who knows? Perhaps I’ll find some inspiration for my next role. After all, it seems I have quite the reputation to live up to."

Later that evening, after saying goodbye to you and hanging up the phone, Alan returned to his study, settling back into his chair with a sigh. He reached for the script on his desk, the one for the comedy film, and flipped it open, skimming through the pages. But try as he might, he couldn't concentrate. His thoughts kept drifting back to the conversation he'd had with you, particularly the part about the fanfics. The idea of these stories, these alternate realities where he was portrayed as a seductive figure, had piqued his curiosity more than he cared to admit.

After a few futile attempts to focus on the script, Alan set it aside with a resigned sigh. His gaze drifted to his laptop, and before he could stop himself, he was reaching for it, the glow of the screen casting a soft light across his features as he opened it and began to type.

"Fanfiction about Alan Rickman," he muttered to himself as he entered the search query, half-amused, half-apprehensive about what he might find.

The search results flooded in almost instantly, a mix of titles, summaries, and fan sites dedicated to his roles, particularly that of Severus Snape. Alan's eyes scanned the screen, his curiosity growing as he clicked on one of the links, leading him to a popular fanfiction website. The homepage was filled with categories, tags, and featured stories, many of which prominently displayed his name.

Alan hesitated for a moment, his finger hovering over the touchpad. He knew that this was a rabbit hole he could easily get lost in, but the pull of curiosity was too strong to resist. He clicked on the "Severus Snape" tag and was immediately presented with a list of stories, each with its own summary and tags. Some were more innocent, focusing on romance and drama, while others... well, they were decidedly more explicit.

He clicked on one of the top-rated stories, his eyes widening slightly as he skimmed the first few paragraphs. The writing was surprisingly good, the descriptions vivid, and the portrayal of Snape, while not entirely accurate to how he had played the character, was intriguing. But it was the explicit scenes that caught him off guard—detailed descriptions of Snape engaging in passionate, almost primal encounters that left little to the imagination.

Alan leaned back in his chair, a wry smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "A god of sex indeed," he muttered, shaking his head in disbelief. It was both flattering and a little unnerving to see himself—or rather, a version of himself—depicted in such a way. But as curious as he was, he knew that this was just one corner of the fanfiction world. There were other stories, other pairings that might be even more surprising.

A thought crossed his mind, and before he could second-guess himself, he typed in your name along with his. The results that popped up were both fascinating and a little shocking. There were stories featuring the two of you together, some sweet and romantic, others steamy and explicit. Alan couldn't help but smile at the thought of you being paired with him in the minds of fans, their imaginations running wild with the possibilities.

But as he continued to scroll, he noticed something else—stories featuring you and Colin Firth. A small, unwelcome pang of jealousy twisted in his gut as he clicked on one of the stories, his curiosity now tinged with apprehension.

The story was titled something innocuous, but the summary hinted at a much more intimate scenario: "After a long day of interviews, [Your Name] and Colin Firth find solace in each other’s arms, their secret romance finally taking a passionate turn."

Alan's heart sank slightly as he began to read, the words on the screen blurring together as his mind tried to process what he was seeing. The story was explicit—graphic, even—detailing a secret, torrid affair between you and Colin, filled with stolen glances, heated kisses, and moments of passion behind closed doors. The more he read, the more his jealousy grew, until he could barely stand it.

"Good Lord," he muttered, rubbing a hand over his face as he closed the laptop with a bit more force than necessary. "I didn't need to see that."

Alan leaned back in his chair, trying to shake off the unsettling feelings that the story had stirred up. He knew it was just fiction, just the product of someone's overactive imagination, but it still struck a nerve. The idea of you and Colin, even in a fictional context, sharing such an intimate connection, was enough to make his blood boil.

He stood up, pacing the room in an attempt to clear his head. The rational part of his mind knew that he was being ridiculous—after all, you had made it clear that you loved him, not Colin. But the irrational part, the part that was fueled by jealousy and insecurity, couldn’t help but wonder. What if there was more to your relationship with Colin than you were letting on? What if those playful touches and lingering glances weren’t just for the cameras?

Alan clenched his fists, frustrated with himself for letting these thoughts take hold. "Get a grip, Rickman," he muttered under his breath. "You’re letting a piece of fanfiction get under your skin."

He knew he needed to talk to you, to hear your voice and reassure himself that everything was fine. But it was late, and he didn’t want to disturb you, especially over something as trivial as this. Still, the thought of you and Colin lingered in his mind, like a dark cloud that refused to dissipate.

Finally, Alan returned to his desk, sitting down heavily in his chair. He stared at the script, but the words swam before his eyes, his mind too preoccupied to focus. The fanfiction had opened a door he wasn’t sure he could close—a door that led to a world where his deepest insecurities were laid bare.

He knew that the only way to quell his jealousy was to trust in your relationship, to trust that what you had was real and strong enough to withstand the pressures of your careers. But that was easier said than done, especially when his own doubts kept creeping back in.

With a heavy sigh, Alan closed the script and leaned back in his chair, staring up at the ceiling. He needed to find a way to push these thoughts aside, to remind himself that you had chosen him, that you loved him for who he was, not for who he thought he needed to be.

But as the night wore on, those insecurities remained, a constant, nagging presence in the back of his mind. And as much as he tried to ignore them, he knew that they would continue to haunt him until he could confront them head-on—until he could find the courage to talk to you about how he was feeling, about the fears and doubts that had been gnawing at him ever since that video surfaced.

For now, though, all he could do was wait and hope that the next time he saw you, those fears would begin to fade, replaced by the warmth and love that had always been there between you. Because in the end, that was what truly mattered—your love for each other, not the fantasies of strangers on the internet.

But until then, Alan knew he would have to wrestle with those demons on his own, finding a way to silence the voices that told him he wasn’t good enough, that he wasn’t the man you deserved. And as he finally closed his laptop for the night, he couldn’t help but wonder if he would ever truly be able to silence them.

[cuverale]

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A/N: ok so this is my first time tyring this so i’m excited!

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WHAT IS THE MESSAGE OF YOUR ANGELS TO YOU THIS COMING JANUARY 2023 | PICK-A-CARD

from left to right ; intuitively choose the pile your mind, heart and soul desire for. if you are having trouble choosing the right pile for you, here's some tips you can do ; (1) take a deep breath (2) close your eyes (3) ask guidance from your guides (4) finally open your eyes and you can choose the right pile for you by the guidance you ask from your guides. if you are still having trouble by choosing the right pile for you let me know because i am willing to help and guide you.

pile one. pile two. pile three.

𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬, 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 ☆

just a quick disclaimer : this reading was made for entertainment purposes only. this is obviously a general reading so takes what resonates and leave when it doesn't, you don't need to force your energy to read this and leave such a bad comment just to say it doesn't resonates with you at all because the answer is very obvious! i don't own any these pictures i collected them from pinterest so credits to the rightful owners.

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pile one

cards : hammer-knife-fox-mountain-knight of wands-nine of cups-three of cups.

wow i am elated for this pile! it's not only some of your wishes is getting granted but also angels wanted you to know that you will find a resolution from your issues for this past months. they know the hardwork and pain you've been through this past months so they'll have a lovely gift for you, this will mark an end of your every toxic relationship with yourself/self traits that you been have for quite long time and also for others as well. i see that this coming january will give you confidence to make new connection to others.

with the mountain card clarifying the knight of wands here, can be interpreted to me as some sort of delays when it comes to moving place, career, phase of life and confession this sagittarius season because you already expecting it to happened since you've read them on other worked pacs but seems like it got delayed but i don't see it happening neither with this month. i know this was honestly bring so much disapointment for you.

this part will not resonates with everyone but for some, you'll cut toxic friendships that you have right now not only that this will bring satisfaction to you but also from your heart and mind, you'll be like "phew, finally i made it." but also i do see here for those whom been through a rough year this 2022, you'll have emotional and mental stability this upcoming month which is good for you. this coming month is giving you happiness too like you'll felt you have won a huge amount of money on lottery, that's the feeling.

Thank you so much for reading, let me know your thoughts, feedbacks and tipping is well appreciated !! ♡

pile two

cards : sunglasses-i like you-bird-fish-nine of wands-two of cups-ten of pentacles.

okay pile two you've got a very strong intuition and you know that fact. your angels wants you to know that someone is stalking and watching you from afar, specially your social media accounts, whoever this person is they really really really like you, they want to ask you out for a date. for some, i think you've met this person through social media and may confess their feelings with this month. this person is a potential soulmate, there's a great chemistry about this connection.

you've got the birds, fish and 2oC cards which represent to me that you've have a great discussions or conversations with this specific person. to summarize this part from this pile — the month of january will bring love for you, while if you already in relationship with someone your romance will be blooming for this month and solid foundation.

for the rest of this pile, i see here that be careful to some gossip that you'd like to share with your friends or others okay? they're dangerous to share and might involve to a situation where the blame is all yours or if you have a business online be careful to your transaction that you are doing, there's a high chances you can get scam. for those people who are waiting for their hardwork to bloom, this month has an unexpected gift for you or something good will be happening with this month. your angels knows that you've learnt from your past failure and now you are close to success so gather all of your strength to claim them.

another thing, for those people who have a rough time to their financial, i see an unexpected windfall.

Thank you so much for reading, let me know your thoughts, feedbacks and tipping is well appreciated !! ♡

pile three

cards : photograph-cupid's arrow-anchor-tower-king of cups-six of swords-strength rx.

i'm grateful for some of you from the people who chose this pile, i see that you will make a decision where you are finally working with your own self-doubt and insecurities. angels wants you to know that they're ready to support for what decisions you are making, you'll build a great stability and security from this month about yourself.

it's time to make your own choices and be independent, don't be afraid of life. have faith, don't lose hope because of this insecurities you are feeling. you guys are entering to your healing process away from your lack of confidence, low self-esteem, weakness or feeling inadequate.

for the rest of this that wanted to move on or asking a sign to move, it's the right time for you to move on from this love. angels wants you to make new memories with other people, i see that love is coming. this is so random but expect a surprise invitation or meeting from someone. 8, 19 and 35 plays a big role with you from this month.

Thank you so much for reading, let me know your thoughts, feedbacks and tipping is well appreciated !! ♡

hello everyone! how y'all doing? it's been awhile since i posted a pac here. i just wanted to update that my 'paid reading services' is gonna be close for awhile, that means i won't be accepting order for a while due to my very busy life and schedules however i still accepting tips from the pac readings i've been do since the day i started here. also, i'm kinda excited since tommorow (december,18) is my 19th birthday but i still need to work so maybe i can check all of your feedbacks from this pac by tommorow night. happy holidays, my fairies!🎄🤍 i hope y'all spend your holidays with your loved ones and have a great time with them💗🌷

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[dean-winchester-is-a-warrior]

If You Teach a Girl to Kiss...

Summary: Y/N has never been kissed, on screen or off and now she's expected to kiss the sexiest man ever in their upcoming scene. How is she going to manage?

Warnings/Explicit 18+: Not too much. Just kissing. Never been kissed!reader. Age gap. Tiniest hint of a "sir" kink at the very end if you squint hard.

Pairings: Jensen x Y/N (also *kinda* Dean x OFC Kelsey)

Word Count: 2,431

A/N: I got the following request from @kayyay1219:

If it’s not too much to ask but I got another request. Where the reader is a virgin in her early 20s and she has a make out scene with Jensen and Jensen sees how nervous she is so he calms her down and shows her how to kiss because she’s a virgin and doesn’t really know how to do anything. Also can there be a age gap?

Thank you so much for this request, hon! Hope this is what you were looking for! 💓

A/N 2: As always, of course this is a Jensen from another part of the Multiverse, who is single. This is an absolute work of fiction.

The beautiful divider at the bottom was created by @talesmaniac89

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I looked at Dean Winchester, my heart breaking. It had been too much. Too many lost friends, too many monsters, too much pain. I loved Dean with everything inside me, and I just needed him to make all the dark things disappear.

I walked closer to him, and saw his jaw clench. He had so many rules, so many walls that he put up between us, desperate to keep me out of his heart. But I needed him so badly.

I reached out and touched my fingertips to his soft, full lips.  My voice was soft and pleading when I spoke. “Please, Dean. I need you.”

He looked at me with quiet desperation before I could see in his eyes that he was caving, giving in. He clutched my upper arms, dragging me against him and…I…pulled away.

“Shit! I’m sorry!” I called out, embarrassed as the scene dissolved around us and I could almost hear the crew groan. 

This was our fifth try at this very simple scene. It was barely a page of script and I couldn’t get through it.

“Cut! Okay, cut.” I heard Phil call out as I pulled completely away from Dean, well Jensen, in utter embarrassment. “Don’t print that.” He said under his breath to the first AD, Kevin.

I wanted to fall into a hole! 

Of course they weren’t going to print that! It was supposed to be Kelsey’s first kiss with Dean; it was supposed to be full of long-repressed passion, the result of amazing chemistry and months worth of 'will they/won’t they' back and forths between the characters. 

And I had completely fucked it up several times now, by freezing and then actively pulling away from Jensen when he’d followed the script and pulled me to him to kiss me. Kelsey was supposed to throw her arms around Dean’s neck and kiss him back ardently; “hot and fevered” were the words in the script. It was supposed to be Dean with the reservations about the kiss, not Kelsey. 

To be fair, KELSEY had no reservations - it was me, Y/N who had all the reservations. Just…shit!

Phil came up to me with a kind smile. “Hey, Y/N. How ya doin’?”

I shook my head. “I’m so sorry. I’m good. We can just run it again.”

Phil held up a hand. “Hey look, no one expects anything out of you that you’re not comfortable with -”

I cut him off, shaking my head again.  “No, no, really, I’m perfectly comfortable!” The tension rolling off of me said otherwise and Phil looked stumped as to how to proceed. Obviously he needed to get the scene, but he also obviously had no intention of pushing me into a kissing scene I wasn’t okay with.

Jensen saved us both, coming up behind me and squeezing my shoulders. “Hey Phil, could you give us a bit of time, like an hour? Could we call an early lunch?”

Phil nodded, looking relieved that someone he trusted was taking over the problem. “Absolutely. Okay everyone, that's lunch! Back in an hour!” The crew dispersed, slowly but surely wandering away from the set. 

Jensen grabbed my hand and threw me a soft smile. “Come on, let’s go to my trailer for lunch.”

I nodded and followed behind him easily. I had no idea what I was going to do. This job was everything to me, I loved being on set, absolutely loved the crew and all the rest of the cast. 

I’d come on the show as a guest star for only a couple episodes, but as often happened on the show, Kelsey’s character, a badass newbie hunter, had caught on with the fans, and they’d championed the character into a bigger role on the show. 

Jensen and I seemed to have chemistry immediately, at least that’s what everyone said. To be honest, though, I’m pretty sure it was all Jensen; the man would have chemistry with a wet dish rag. 

But the characters had chemistry too, and very quickly the writers picked up on it and started to write to it, coming up with situations to build the tension and the relationship between them. 

Kelsey was quite a bit younger than Dean; she was a little younger than me too, actually. Kelsey was twenty-two (sixteen years younger than Dean) I was twenty-four (fourteen years younger than Jensen). The age gap was a major reason why Dean had wanted to keep his distance from Kelsey, believing she was way too young for him. But also, being typical Dean, he felt he was too dark and too broken for her too. Kelsey saw Dean as a mentor, but more than anything else she saw him as the man she loved. She had no qualms about being with him, but he’d shot her down a couple times already.

In other words, everything had been leading to this moment between them, where the undeniable attraction had reached its peak, and Kelsey was desperate for Dean to kiss her, to admit to their connection and help her by giving her something sweet and light in her otherwise bleak, hunter life.

It was a ridiculously big scene, and I was fucking it up.

Finally we reached Jensen’s trailer and went inside. Jensen took off Dean’s jacket and flannel, folding them carefully over the back of a chair so he didn’t piss off the wardrobe department. He wore only a green t-shirt and jeans now and I did my best not to sigh lustfully as he bent into the mini-fridge and pulled out a couple bottles of water for us.

Jesus, he was beautiful, which was part of the problem. Not that being sexy as fuck was really something he could control.  But Jensen was a ridiculously beautiful man, and in spite of spending months telling myself he wasn’t going to be interested in a costar that way, I couldn’t deny just how attracted I was to him. Every day I found myself a little more enamored, a little more besotted. 

And now I had to kiss him.  Man, I was screwed!

Jensen sat down beside me on the couch and cracked open the bottle for me. I took a deep gulp of it, trying to wet my parched throat.

“Okay, sweetheart, what’s up?”

I just shrugged at him, so he tried to guess.  “Is it kissing on film? Is it too awkward? I know this is the first time you’ll be doing a kissing scene, so it’s bound to be even more awkward than these scenes usually are. Or…or is it…” 

He trailed off for a minute and picked at the label on the water bottle.  “Is it the age difference? Does it make you uncomfortable?”

I quickly shook my head. “No, Jensen, not at all. I don’t see age like that. Past a certain point, we’re all just people. It’s nothing to do with you…it’s me…”

I was quiet for a second before I finally just bit the bullet and told him.  “I’ve never been kissed before.”

Jensen nodded.  “On screen.” I threw him a look to tell him he was being obtuse and he finally caught on. “Oh!”

I could feel myself blushing and covered my face with my hands.  “I know! This is so humiliating.”

Jensen pulled my hands away, shaking his head.  “Hey! You have nothing to be embarrassed about.”

I found myself desperate to try and explain.  “See, it’s just that for a long time, I didn’t feel very comfortable in my own skin; it took me a long time to feel…I don’t know okay, with being…intimate with someone.” I knew my face was just getting redder and redder.

But Jensen frowned and shook his head.  “Hey, Y/N, you don’t owe me, or anyone, an explanation. Your choices are your choices, you don’t have to have them okayed by anyone.”

I smiled at him appreciatively.  “Thank you.” But then I let out another little moan.  “I don’t know what I’m going to do here, though.”

An idea struck me, and my eyes widened.  “Unless -” But I cut myself off.  “No, that’s…nevermind.” I said, waving the idea away. 

“No, what?” Jensen asked.

I contemplated for a minute and then finally decided I had nothing to lose, either Jensen would say yes, and maybe I’d get through this experience, or he’d say no, and I’d only be a little bit more embarrassed than I already was. 

“Well…I was wondering if…I mean, could we practice?”

Jensen’s eyebrows shot up. “The uh…the scene…or…?” He left the question dangling there, obviously loathe to make assumptions.

I shook my head.  “No, it’s not about knowing the lines, or the blocking. That’s all fine. It’s the fact that I have absolutely no idea how to kiss someone, and I’m terrified that’s gonna become real obvious, real quick on camera.”

Jensen bit into his bottom lip and I had to hold back a groan. Jesus, this was either going to be the best moment in my life or the worst.

I back pedaled a little.  “Look, if it’s too weird or something, I mean, don’t feel you have to, or you know…”

Jensen shook his head.  “No, I think…I think it’s probably the smartest course.” His eyes flicked down to my mouth and I felt my stomach muscles clench. 

Holy shit, this was happening!

“Kay.” I said softly, turning slightly towards him.

“Yeah,” he said with a smile, his voice soft and deep, “you’re gonna need to get a little closer.”

I shuffled a bit on the couch trying to find a spot and a position where I could be comfortable and reach him easily. Finally Jensen just lifted me into his lap and I let out a little squeak of surprise.  

Jensen grinned.  “Is this okay? It’s just easier access.”

I nodded and tried to ignore the way his thick, muscular thighs felt beneath me, or the feel of his broad chest pressed up against my shoulder. One of his arms was snaked around my waist, holding me comfortably on his lap, and the other lifted to trail his fingers gently across my cheek.

“Just breathe, sweetheart, and let me show you what to do.”

I nodded again, and took a deep, steadying breath.  But I couldn’t speak as he swept his fingers, featherlight, down my neck, his thumb swiping softly over the corner of my mouth. 

“First, I’m just going to press my lips against yours gently.” His voice was just above a whisper, deep, slightly raspy, and utterly seductive. “All I want in this first pass is to get a feel for the give of your lips, to experiment with their softness.”

He bent his head and I could feel a spark ignite as he touched his lips to mine. A short, high moan issued from the back of my throat as the soft pillows of his lips pressed against me. He lingered only a second or two, pulling back slightly and then pressing forward one more time, slotting his mouth around my top lip and sucking ever so gently. But I still felt the pull lower down, as heat and damp pooled at my core.

He pulled back completely and I slowly opened my eyes to look up into his mossy green orbs; they were warm and reassuring.  

“Good, that was good.” He said.  His voice sounded a bit strained and I prayed it was because the kiss had affected him too.

I nodded and blushed; this was the best class I’d ever been a part of.

“So, you ready to go a little further?”

“Yes.” I answered quickly, making him chuckle.

“Okay, this time I’m going to kiss you for longer, and you’re going to feel my tongue press against your lips. That just means I want you to open up for me, means I wanna taste you.”

My breathing picked up at his words and I nodded frantically, reaching up for his lips, ready for his next lesson.  But he held back, teasing me. 

“Now, now,” he said with a smirk, “wait for your teacher to tell you to begin before starting the lesson.” 

His smirk melted into a warm smile as he pushed his hand into my hair, cupping the back of my head. He moved slowly to touch his mouth to mine again - too slowly for my sanity. So before he could even press his tongue against me, I opened my mouth to let him in.

A deep growl came up from his chest as he swept his tongue into my mouth. Instinctively I copied his movements, desperate to taste him too. I raised my hand to the back of his neck, playing with his short hair as he slanted his mouth over mine again and again, sucking first on my tongue and then on my lips, pulling on them greedily, nibbling at them hungrily. 

I let him feast and feast, not caring about my lack of oxygen, not caring about the time that passed, not caring about anything other than the feel of his velvety tongue and plush lips, crushed against mine.

Finally Jensen pulled away to rest his forehead on mine, breathing roughly. “Jesus, Y/N, either you were lying about this being your first kiss, or you are one hell of a fast learner.”

I grinned as I sucked much needed air into my lungs. “I just have one hell of a teacher.”

***

An hour later we were back on set. Our lips were a little swollen, making me sure that the make-up artists would definitely figure out how we’d spent the hour. But Jensen assured me it wasn’t too noticeable. Very quickly we were on our marks and ready to try again. 

I could hear the hope combined with worry in Phil’s voice as he yelled, “Action!”

I reached out to touch Dean’s soft lips.  “Please, Dean. I need you.”

My voice was desperate and urgent and finally Dean could no longer resist and yanked me forward, crashing me into his chest as he slammed his mouth against mine.

I let out a strangled cry and threw my arms around his neck. His strong arms wrapped tightly around my ribs lifting me off the ground as he strode forward until he had me crushed against the wall.

I slid back down his body to land on my feet, as he cupped my face in his hands. He plunged his tongue into my mouth…tasting me fully…and then…

“Cut! Fantastic guys! That was great.” Phil called out from behind the monitor. “Okay, let’s go for the close ups.”

As the crew bustled around us, Jensen leaned close to whisper against my ear. "Can I expect to see you back in class, bright and early tomorrow?"

With a small shiver, I swayed towards him. "How about an evening class tonight, teach?"

He bit into his lower lip, and gave me a look that had my heart racing and heat blossoming across my skin without so much as a touch from him.

"Hell yeah." He answered me. "Class starts at seven, and I expect you to be prompt and punctual, Ms. Y/L/N."

I giggled, slightly breathless with anticipation. "Yes, Sir."

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The Promise

Part 4 to the series Chemistry, Part 2, Part 3 -- Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

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summary: Y/N and Eddie celebrate their finished chemistry assignment with a date that isn’t exactly a date. 

cw: yearning, angst, fluff, anxiety, hurt/comfort, shy/nerdy!reader, pre-ST4, cocky!Eddie, romance, slow burn, mutual pining, swearing, drinking, smoking

a/n: this was originally going to be the last part of the series but it ended up being so long I had to split it into two parts lol. it's a long chapter but hopefully it conveys the progression of their connection

“You want me to cover for you so you can go to Lovers Lake with Eddie “the freak” Munson?”

Y/N looks back and forth between her friend’s eyes and nervously squeaks, “Yes?”

“Y/N,” her friend replies in an unsure tone.

“What?”

Out of the four other girls in Y/N’s friend group, she’d been friends with Michelle the longest. She knew she could trust Michelle the most with something like this. And after having already made plans with Eddie and explaining everything that’s happened between them thus far, she knew Michelle would be the only one who would even remotely understand. 

“Is this like… a date?”

“What? No! Of course it’s not,” Y/N says defensively.

“Are you sure? Because you’re going on a lakeside picnic, you know how romantic that sounds, right?”

“Yeah, I know,” Y/N lies, not having realized how romantic it sounded till Michelle pointed it out. 

“Does he know that?”

“Yes! I mean, I’m pretty sure.”

Michelle looks at Y/N skeptically.

“I mean we’re just classmates, maybe friends at most. I doubt there’s an inkling of anything romantic going on here.”

Michelle raises an eyebrow, “Y/N, do you like him?”

Y/N’s eyes widen and eyebrows raise, “What? No, I…”

“Y/N.”

“I don’t know. I mean, I like him as a person.”

“That’s not what I mean.”

“I-I don’t know. Maybe? I-I’m still getting to know him. Isn’t it kinda early to say?”

Michelle looks at Y/N unconvincingly and shakes her head. “Y/N, I say this because I love you, but I think you should be careful, okay?”

Y/N stares at her with a blank face, masking how steeped in guilt she really feels.

“You’re my best friend, and this is the first guy you’re ever going out with. I just don’t want to see you get hurt.”

___

The guilt of Y/N’s upcoming adventure with Eddie was starting to eat at her. She tried to make sense of what Michelle had told her. Would she have still said that if Y/N were going out with any other guy? Did she just say that because Y/N is the only girl in their friend group who’s never had a boyfriend? Who still hasn’t had her first kiss?

As Michelle’s words kept ringing in her brain that day, her sister’s soon joined the chatter that kept Y/N up that night. 

“I need your help.”

Y/N’s sister looks at her annoyed. “With what?”

“I’m going out tomorrow.”

“Okay, and?”

“I told mom and dad I was hanging out with Michelle, but I’m not.”

“Oh,” she smirks. Y/N squirms under her gaze.

“They’re picking me up at 2:00 tomorrow and I need you to distract mom and dad when that happens.”

“You’re hanging out with that boy who drives the van, aren’t you?”

Y/N huffs in annoyance, “Does it matter?”

“Yeah it does. If my baby sister is going out with a boy, I think I should know.”

Y/N scowls at her sister. “And don’t you think I should know whenever you sneak a boy into your room at night?”

“That is none of your business.”

“And mine is?”

“Yeah, it’s different because I’m your older sister.”

Y/N wishes she could say “How does that make it different? It’s not fair that you never tell me anything and expect me to tell you everything”, but right now, it’s a matter of picking and choosing her battles.

“Whatever. Can you help me with this? You know how Mom and Dad are about this stuff.”

“Sure, I can do that, if you do my chores for a month.”

“What? Mom’s already making me do chores tomorrow before I go out.”

“Guess you don’t need my help that badly,” she says as she turns her nose up.

“Fine. But only for a week.”

“Two weeks.”

Y/N inhales, “Deal.”

___

Whenever Y/N wanted to go out with friends, her parents almost always said yes, but on the following three conditions: no boys, be home before curfew, and you have to do your chores first.

So there Y/N was, on that quiet, overcast Saturday morning. While the birds were chirping outside, loud music could be heard inside as she swept and mopped the kitchen, cleaned her bedroom and bathroom, and vacuumed the living room.

For once, doing her chores was a welcomed task. It was a perfect distraction from the feelings of shame she has about going to hang out with Eddie or the guilt and anxiety of not only lying to her parents but worrying the people she loves just for once, wanting to spend a day of innocent fun with a boy.

When it was time to get ready, all those feelings came flooding back. She had to remind herself that she was just going to hang out with a friend. She wasn’t doing anything wrong, despite feeling like the opposite.

By the time she finishes, she checks the clock on the wall in her room, then the watch on her wrist. Both read 1:55 pm. The second hand on her watch ticks rapidly. Her heart matches the pace as her palms begin to sweat. 

She takes one last look in the mirror. She pulls her jeans up and readjusts the collar of her light pink polka dotted blouse. She pats a few flyaway hairs down and fluffs the flowing locks of hair behind her shoulders. She readjusts the clasp of her necklace that has peskily reached the front of her neck. She looks at her lips and the realization hits her.

She rushes over to her nightstand and fishes out the black revlon tube of crimson red lipstick. She pockets the lipstick, waiting till the moment she’s out of the house to gather the courage to put it on. 

She looks at herself in the mirror one last time, then reviews the contents of her bag ensuring she has everything she’ll need. 

Ok, it’s now or never.

Y/N walks out of her room, backpack slung on her shoulder. She peeks over into her sister’s room, “Now.”

Y/N walks back out and rushes down the stairs. She sees her parents in the living room, sitting on the couch watching tv.

“Michelle will be here to pick me up in a bit.”

Her mom replies, “Ok honey, just remember to be home by–”

“Mom, Dad, there’s a spider in the bathroom! It's HUGE! Come quick,” Y/N’s sister screams from upstairs.

Her parents look at each other. Her dad says, “Go get the broom.”

Her dad scrambles up the stairs while her mom searches the pantry. 

Y/N checks her watch: 1:59. She quickly glances out the window and doesn’t see his van. 

When she sees her mom’s figure ascend the stairs and out of view, Y/N frantically searches the fridge for the picnic items she prepared and hurriedly stuffs them in her bag. She zips up her bag then looks back out the window. He’s here.

“I’m leaving,” Y/N shouts before frantically running out the door and closing it behind her. 

She sprints across the yard and opens the door to the van, welcomed by a fresh blast of heavy metal music blaring through the sound system.

“Hey there sweetheart,” Eddie smirks before he sees Y/N climb in and anxiously fall into her seat. She flips her hair over her shoulder. 

He’s taken aback by her frazzled state, but even more so by the stark change in her appearance. 

Her hair looks so beautiful when it falls down her back like that, why doesn’t she wear it like that more often? And why does this feel like the first time he’s seeing denim hug the shapely flesh of her legs so nicely? 

None of her other blouses softly drape against her curves like this one. And this definitely can’t be the only time he’ll ever have his breath taken away by the soft skin beneath her gold cross necklace exposed at the collar where the top button is left undone.

“Woah,” Eddie mutters in wonder, eyes glossing her over.

“Eddie, drive!” Y/N yelps as she shuts the door.

Her words take Eddie out of his enamored trance. “What?”

Y/N buckles her seatbelt and looks over her shoulder, shouting, “Drive! Just drive! Please!”

Eddie blinks and nods, “Oh, yeah,” and presses down on the gas. 

Y/N’s labored breath fogs the glass of the window as she looks over her shoulder, watching as the sight of her house disappears into the horizon.

As Eddie zips his way out of Y/N’s neighborhood, Y/N’s breathing slows and the nervous churning of her stomach begins to go away. Things are going according to plan, for now at least.

When Eddie reaches a stoplight, he looks over at her with concern, observing her silently chew her bottom lip and clutch her backpack to her chest. “You okay sweetheart?” 

Y/N inhales deeply through her nose, too worried about the narrow escape of her house to process the pet name, and looks at him. He looks pointedly at her backpack and she follows his gaze, realizing how nervously she’s holding onto it. She relaxes her grip and sets it down on the floor in front of her feet. “Oh, yeah.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah, I-I will be.”

“Recovering from an adrenaline rush, are we?”

“I don’t know. Adrenaline, anxiety, same difference at this point.”

Eddie chuckles and reaches behind the seat. “Maybe this’ll help you relax.”

“Eddie if you pull out a joint right now, I swear to god I’m gonna–”

Eddie proceeds to shove a bouquet of wildflowers near Y/N’s face. “I know you said I didn’t need to bring anything, but these are for you.”

Y/N gawks at him and slowly accepts the flowers. She looks at them incredulously. 

Eddie looks forward, focusing on the road. “There’s um, a bunch of these in the woods by my place.”

“Wait, they’re not poisonous are they?”

Y/N inspects the flowers and then her hands.

“No, uh I’m pretty sure they aren’t.” Eddie looks at her confused. 

“How do you know?” Y/N asks, voice shaking.

“Uh, ‘cause I’ve picked these flowers before.”

“Oh,” Y/N responds defensively, already imagining what other girls he must have gotten the flowers for.

Eddie looks over at her and cautiously says, “My mom, uh, she used to take me to pick them for my Uncle Wayne whenever we came over to visit as a kid.”

Y/N looks at him and locks eyes, seeing a sense of childlike innocence in them that she’s never seen before. 

“Oh, Eddie, I’m so sorry. I shouldn't have even asked. That was–

“No, hey it’s o-kay.”

“No, Eddie, that wasn’t cool of me. I’m kind of on edge right now but it doesn’t give me the right to—.”

“Seriously, it’s not that big of a deal,” Eddie replies earnestly.

“B-but—“

“Y/N, don’t worry about it,” Eddie chuckles, “Remember what we talked about? Today is about letting loose and having fun, right?”

Y/N sighs and nods reluctantly. 

Eddie extends his hand and closes his fingers in his fist except for his pinkie finger. “Promise me you won’t worry. That you’ll enjoy yourself.”

Y/N hesitates. Just because someone tells you not to worry doesn’t make the worrying stop.

“Y/N,” Eddie coos.

She interlocks her pinkie finger with his. 

“Ok.”

“That’s my girl,” Eddie praises, smiling at Y/N.

Y/N eyes grow wide and cheeks redden. Eddie looks back at the road before them, oblivious to his effect on Y/N.

Y/N shifts her focus to something else. She brings the flowers closer to her nose and takes in the light and fresh scent. “Thanks Eddie, they’re beautiful.”

Eddie grins, feeling an electric sense of victory at Y/N’s reaction. 

Y/N admires the vibrant mix of purple, red, and yellow flowers with small delicate petals.

Y/N turns her attention to passing scenery. The rows of houses slowly dissipate into the woods that stretch on for miles. The leaves on the tall thin trees a myriad of oranges, reds, and browns.

But the views are only distracting enough. Soon, her thoughts turn back to her anxieties. She wonders what her parents are doing? Do they have any idea what's going on? Will they try to call Michelle at all? Is her sister doing a good job at helping her cover?

“Y/N,” Eddie calls out. Y/N looks at him and his eyebrows are raised. “You alright? You’re pretty quiet over there.”

“Yeah, I’m just…” Nervous? As if it wasn’t already obvious or embarrassing enough to say it out loud. 

“I was just wondering, do any of your friends know you’re out here, with me?”

Eddie taps his fingers on the steering wheel. “Uh sorta. The Hellfire guys wanted to hang today but I bailed so they know I’m out doing something else. But the only one who knows where I’m really at is my buddy Gareth.”

“Oh,” Y/N says in quiet shock. Eddie canceled his plans to be with her. He chose to spend a day with her than with his friends. Despite knowing the answer, she can’t help but wonder what that means.

“Do your friends know?”

“Um, just one. A few of them had family stuff going on this weekend so we didn’t make any plans. But I told my closest friend Michelle. My parents think I’m with her right now so she’s helping me cover.”

“Well look at you, already sneaking off with the town freak.”

Y/N looks down, a pang of guilt hitting her in the chest making it slightly difficult to breathe. 

“Uh, I guess. As long as I’m home before curfew, and my parents have zero suspicions that I’m with someone of the opposite sex, they don’t really care what I do.” She says aloud, more so to justify to herself that what she’s doing isn’t wrong than actually explaining anything of importance to Eddie.

“Ah, so there is a limit to their strictness.”

“Yeah, kind of,” she replies in a quiet voice. The heavy weight on her chest and tightening of her muscles grows stronger. It hurts, but its somehow a welcomed reprieve from the anxious churning of her stomach from before. 

“Relax, you’ll be okay with me, smarty pants.”

Y/N looks at him, smiling at the nickname. “I’m holding you to it… rockstar.”

“Is that your new nickname for me?” Eddie teases.

“Maybe… unless you rather I call you something else?”

“Like what?”

“Oh I don’t know, maybe nerd, or dork.” 

Eddie scoffs.

“Aw, what about Edward, how cute?”

Eddie cringes. “No to any of those. Although I wouldn’t be opposed to being called master.”

“Master,” Y/N looks at him in disgust. 

“Yeah, like a dungeon master.”

“Oh, what’s that?”

“In D&D the dungeon master, or DM, is like the leader, the one that organizes the campaign.”

“Oh, is that you do?”

“It’s not what I do, it’s what I am babe.”

Y/N blinks, flustered at his words. “What the hell are you talking about Munson?”

“The Dungeon Master does a lot of things, but they’re essentially the creators of the world where the game takes place.”

“What do you mean? The world the game takes places in doesn’t already exist? You have to create it on your own?”

“Not exactly. It’s more like you can customize the world. There’s a lot of different characters and settings and situations that could play out, but as the DM I can pick a specific sequence of events. From there, I pretty much control everything in the game except for the other players actions.”

Y/N scrunches her eyebrows. “Oh! I didn’t realize how much went into it.”

“Yeah, anytime we have a campaign, just know it took weeks or even months of preparation.”

“Wow, really?”

“Yup.”

“If you’re the one creating it all and planning how everything plays out, it’s almost like you’re their…”

“God?”

A god was exactly what Y/N was thinking but never in a million years would she spoon feed his ego like that.

“What? No! Now you’re just being egotistical.”

Eddie leans over to cockily say, “Is it really egotistical if you know it’s true?” 

Y/N takes a moment to contemplate his words. In the same breath she says “Yes”, Eddie says, “See!”.

“You hesitated,” Eddie smirks.

“I didn’t hesitate, I was just thinking about my answer.”

“Uh huh, sure you did sweetheart.”

“Eddie, you can’t be serious. And you’re far from a god! You’re very much a mortal man.”

Eddie looks over at her, “Oh yeah? What if I told you I could make you see the gates of heaven.”

“Um, what? How would you even do that?”

“Why don’t you get in the back and I’ll show you,” he winks.

“Eddie!” Y/N yelps, embarrassment infused in the blood currently racing toward her cheeks. She should’ve known she was walking into that one.

He laughs boisterously, “C’mon Y/N, it's hard not to tease you when you get all flustered like that.”

“Fuck off,” she says as she flips him the bird.

“Oh sweetheart, I intend to.”

Y/N squeals, “Oh my god, how do you manage to turn everything sexual?”

Eddie leans back and extends his arms fully, fingers clutching the steering wheel. He sighs contentedly, “What can I say? It’s a gift.”

“Your only gift is being obnoxious, that's for sure.”

Eddie laughs and a comfortable silence falls between them too. The comfortable feeling only lasts for so long when Y/N’s thoughts wander back to her anxieties.

She tries to focus on her breathing and count the number of cars they pass on the road as a way to distract from the physical sensations of her body. 

The further away they go from town, the more nervous Y/N gets. She worries what her parents would think if they knew where she was and who she was with right now. It seemed like a good idea before, but now, she wonders if this was the right call. 

Admittedly, things were so much easier, so much simpler before Eddie showed up in her life.

“We’re here,” Eddie announces as he puts the van in park.

What? That was fast.

Y/N blinks and looks around. They’re in a small parking area surrounded by tall thin trees. Ahead of the car is a dense forest that stretches into the horizon. 

She leans forward to pick up her backpack and feels a hard material shove into the crevice of her hip. She leans back and takes the offending item out of her front pocket: the tube of red lipstick. 

She pulls down the visor and flips open the mirror to lightly apply the rosy pigment to her perfectly puckered lips. She presses her lips into each other and smiles at her reflection.

Y/N grabs her backpack and slowly gets out of the car. She notices a few other cars in the lot but it's otherwise empty. Across from the van, there’s a paved path with a sign that has an arrow pointing forward with the words “This Way to Lovers Lake.”

The only sounds filling her ears are that of birds chirping and leaves crunching beneath her feet, that is until the loud slam of the van’s backdoor can be heard. 

Y/N looks up and sees Eddie, balancing a guitar case in one hand, and a little portable radio and a six pack in the other. 

She’s fully seeing him for the first time today. He’s wearing chunky black combat boots, loose sky blue jeans with holes in the knees and a chain at the belt loops, a faded metallica tee shirt cropped right above his belly button, exposing the trail of light chestnut hair from his stomach to his hips that Y/N’s eyes may or may not have lingered a little too long on, and to top it all off, his signature leather jacket and denim vest. 

She walks over to him and clears her throat when he doesn’t notice her presence.

“Hey sweetheart, you re–”

Eddie looks down at Y/N and the red of her lips becomes a target to his eyes. His own lips threatening to shoot for the bullseye.

Y/N nervously smiles at his widened eyes and slackened jaw.

Eddie clears his throat and straightens up after staring a moment too long. 

“I like the, um,” he vaguely points to his own lips, “The red looks good,” he finishes with a thumbs up.

“Thanks,” Y/N says awkwardly.

“You, um, you ready to go?” Eddie asks, pitch climbing higher with every word. He points behind him, silver jewelry along his fingers, wrists, and neck reflecting the light of the overcast clouds.

The guilty tension in her muscles converts back into the anxious churning in her stomach. She swallows dryly and musters a smile, “Yup.”

“C’mon,” Eddie ushers her with a brief touch of his hand to her lower back. His soft brown waves of hair swishing along with hers.

For a moment, his touch eases her tension, but she has way too much pride to let him know how much she enjoys it and too much guilt to ever ask for more.

The cool early autumn breeze blows past them. In that September in Hawkins way, the heat of the summer has long gone and the crisp coolness of fall is starting to linger in the air, but its presence won’t fully be established till early October. 

The overcast sky looms above them and creates a sense of relief in Y/N. She always loved the rain. Even though it’s not in the forecast till later tonight, the possibility of it is enough to put her at ease.

Eddie and Y/N make their way over to a picnic area with wooden tables and small charcoal grilling stations. The place is empty, with no one to be found for what feels like miles.

The realization that Eddie and Y/N are all alone here makes Y/N nervous. But isn’t this what she wanted? To be alone with Eddie in a quiet place where they could be themselves, without the scrutiny of their family or friends or the Hawkins community at large.

“You sure you’re okay,” Eddie asks as he rubs a hand along Y/N’s shoulder as they set up at one of the tables with a view of the lake. 

“Mhm,” she hums, avoiding his gaze.

“You sure?”

“Yeah.”

“You say yeah but you don’t seem very yeah.”

Y/N glares at him.

Eddie sets his things down on the table, “I’m just saying, we don’t have to do this if you don’t want to, okay?”

Y/N squirms under his gaze, feeling like she could snap from having to choose between what she wants to do and what she should be doing.

 “Just say the word and I can–”

“No!”

Eddie side eyes her and raises his brows. 

Y/N runs a palm over her face.

“No, Eddie I…I want to do this it’s just–,” Y/N clenches her fist and breathes harshly out of her nose. She bites her lip and looks around, not sure how to explain what she’s feeling. 

“C’mere,” Eddie waves her over.

He pulls her in for an embrace, one arm wrapped around her waist and the other stroking the hair draped over her shoulders. “It’s okay. You’re safe with me. Nothing bad is gonna happen.”

Y/N melts into his touch and wraps her arms around him. She rests her head against his warm touch. “How do you know that?”

“Because I’m gonna promise you something, okay?”

Y/N pulls away slightly to look up at him.

“Even though there aren’t a whole lot of witnesses around…”

She moves her hands to his chest as he keeps his hold on her. “Eddie,” she says with a worried look on her face.

“You didn’t let me finish,” he chuckles, rubbing circles in her back with his thumbs, “I was gonna say that if I do something that makes you uncomfortable or just anything weird, you have my full permission to just punch me in the face.”

Eddie brings one hand up into a fist and brings it to his other palm opened flat, resulting in a smack sound. 

“What?” She scrunches her face and playfully shoves at his chest.

“Seriously, you can go full Rocky Balboa on me, I don’t mind.”

Y/N looks at him concerned, trying not to laugh.

“Promise me you’ll do that okay?”

“Oh my god Eddie,” Y/N sighs as she lowers her hands back down to her sides, “You’re such a…”

“Such a what?”

“A dork!” Y/N laughs. She walks over to sit down on the side of the bench facing the water and starts unpacking her backpack.

Eddie slides in next to her and Y/N looks at him from her peripheral vision. She thought he would’ve sat across from her, but she guesses he just wants to look out at the water too. Although, he’s sitting rather close, a little bit too closely in fact. There’s plenty of space on the bench, so why does he need to be practically touching her? 

He fumbles around with the radio on the left side of the table. “Do you want to listen to some music?”

“Sure,” Y/N smiles and fumbles around in her backpack. 

Eddie sets the radio to her favorite station and Y/N looks at him in awe. A wave of relief washes over her. “You remembered?”

“Of course I did.”

Not only did Eddie remember, but he knew that trying to make her laugh or doing something he knew Y/N liked would help her feel more comfortable.

She smiles in surprise. “By the way, um, I made you this.” She hands him a cassette tape and a folded up piece of paper.

“What’s this?” Eddie asks, amused.

“It’s a mixtape.”

“Oh really?”

“Yeah, um nothing metal, for obvious reasons…”

“Obviously.”

“But um, it has some stuff I like, that I think you might like too. Like some of that Luis Miguel stuff I told you about. But um, yeah, all the tracks are listed on that piece of paper.”

“Luis Miguel? Finally, let’s put this bad boy on!”

“No!” Y/N juts her hand out.

“No?” Eddie cocks an eyebrow and looks at her smugly. “No… I want you to listen to it when you get home.”

Eddie raises both eyebrows, giving Y/N a shit eating grin. He’s surprised she would even think to gift him something like this. It means more to him than she’ll ever know, but it doesn’t take away from the fact that he’ll never miss an opportunity to see her all hot and bothered like this.

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“And why’s that?”

“Because…”

“Because what?”

“Because, you can find out then.”

Y/N had put her favorite songs on that tape along with a few… suggestive ones as well. She can’t help it if The Thompson Twins created one of the greatest love songs ever! Even though they haven’t known each other long, Eddie’s managed to find a way to hold her now and warm her heart. 

“Why can’t I find out now?”

“Eddie, please don’t make me go all Rocky Balboa on you.” Y/N raises her hands in soft fists for emphasis.

Eddie raises his hands in mock defense, “Alright, fair enough smarty pants.”

Y/N smiles nervously and Eddie smiles admiringly. “Ready to get this badass picnic started?”

Y/N rolls her eyes cringing, at his silly name for their outing, “Sure.”

She passes him the sandwich she made along with the chips and can of coca cola she packed for him. She assembles the same thing for herself. She unwraps the plastic wrap and brings the sandwich up to her lips before Eddie interrupts her.

“Wait!”

“What?”

“Bring your sandwich up to mine.”

“What? Why?”

“Just do it.”

“No, just tell me why.”

“You’ll see why.”

Y/N looks at him annoyed.

“Please?”

Y/N sighs and brings her sandwich triangle close to the one in his hand. “Okay, now what?”

“Here’s to having fun day with zero worries,” Eddie toasts and Y/N looks at him confused, “chemistry… and Rocky Balboa.”

Y/N scrunches her nose and smiles.

He touches the tip of his sandwich triangle to hers and winks, “Cheers.”

Y/N shakes her head and smiles, “Such a dork.”

She takes a bite of her sandwich and Eddie playfully shoves his shoulder to hers, “Yeah, but I’m your favorite dork, right?”

Her eyes widen and she looks down. Oh Eddie, you have no idea.

“Oh my god,” Eddie moans as he takes a monster sized bite of his sandwich. “You made this?”

“Yeah? And don’t talk with your mouth full,” Y/N chastises.

“This is so good,” Eddie replies, the words muffled by the bits of food in his mouth before he swallows. 

“Um, thanks? It’s a pretty normal sandwich though.”

“What’d you put in it?” Eddie asks before he takes another bite.

“Um, turkey and cheese with lettuce, tomatoes, and a bit of mayo on plain old wonder bread. Nothing special.”

“Maybe not to you, but this is the best sandwich I’ve ever had,” Eddie groans.

“I don’t know. I guess food tastes better when someone else makes it,” Y/N shrugs before she takes a bite of her own sandwich. 

“Yeah, it really does,” Eddie quietly nods.

Eddie’s been making his own meals since he was pretty young. With his parents gone and his uncle always away at work, he’s had to rely on himself for a lot of things; food being one on the very long list. 

He’s no chef, but he can do enough to survive on. Peanut butter and jelly sandwiches or burnt scrambled eggs and toast used to make up a vast majority of his diet. That is until he discovered the glory of frozen TV dinners. 

However, there are times where he can’t help but wonder what it would be like to discover the magic of a home cooked meal. 

And what Eddie doesn’t know and that Y/N doesn’t think is important enough to tell him is just how much love and care she put into making those sandwiches. 

Early on, Y/N learned the essence of food as a form of showing love. She saw it when her mother spent time cooking meals for the family or when her dad would cut up fruit for her when she studied or take the family out to get ice cream after anyone had a particularly bad day. 

So to Y/N, this is normal, but to Eddie, the thought and effort can be tasted in every bite of the delicious sandwich. 

“You haven’t even seen the best part yet,” Y/N says excitedly and reaches into the bag. She pulls out a clear plastic bag filled with warm chocolate chip cookies she spent the entire morning making.

“No way,” Eddie snatches the bag with eyes the size of the cookies. Y/N giggles at his reaction. He inspects the bag of cookies, each a slightly different size from the other.

“Wait, you made these too?”

“Yeah! I actually had to try a different recipe because I lost the one I usually use so we’ll both find out if they’re good or not. So much for copying a chocolate chip cookie recipe from a library cookbook,” Y/N says nonchalantly.

Eddie looks at Y/N and he could just kiss her. His chest is burning with heat and his blood is pumping so, so loudly. It’s such a small gesture, and yet it means the world to him. No girl has ever done something like this for him before.

“You’re quite the little chef aren’t you?”

“Uh, I don’t know about that, but uh, I guess you could say food has a special place in my heart.”

“I like that. What other kind of stuff can you make?”

“Mostly desserts. But I want to learn more family recipes. Especially once I go off to college and stuff. I want to be able to cook for myself.”

“Well, whenever that cooking class goes down, you mind if I join in? I’m pretty shit at it but I’ll help taste.”

Y/N laughs. She guesses it's true when they say that the way to someone’s heart is through their stomach. 

The two continue to eat while Eddie teases her and tells her jokes in his D&D voice to make her feel more at ease. 

Sure enough, Eddie showers Y/N with praise at the taste of the decadent cookies. It makes Y/N blush to hear his compliments but to also know how much a small gesture on her part means to him.

When they finish eating, they continue to sit and talk, enjoying the lapping water in front of them. Y/N notices how Eddie will tap his ringed fingers along the wooden table top or shake his leg underneath the table.

After a while, Eddie takes a can of beer out of the six pack and Y/N looks at him skeptically. She saw him bring it over to the picnic table, but she somehow forgot to make the connection that he brought it because he was going to drink it.

“You want some?” Eddie offers.

“Um, no. I think I’m okay,” Y/N replies, avoiding his gaze.

“You’ve had beer before right?”

“No, not really, but I’m cool,” Y/N nervously says.

“You sure you don’t wanna try some?”

She looks hesitantly from the can in his hand to the encouraging look on his face.

“Just take a sip, see if you like it,” Eddie takes his own sip before holding out the can to her.

Y/N feels a wave of disappointment flow through her. She didn't think Eddie would need to drink just to have a good time with her. She can’t imagine why he would bring it otherwise. 

And she could live the rest of her life without having had a sip of beer and be happy. But she’s also acutely aware that she’s probably taking this all way too seriously and should just go with the flow like a normal teenager.

Out of politeness and not wanting to seem uptight, she cautiously takes the can from his hand and brings it up to her lips. She closes her eyes and takes a sip of the bitter liquid. She shudders and tries to stop her face from scrunching up. She brings the can down on the table in front of him.

“Yum,” she says with a sarcastic smile as she tries to neutralize her facial expression.

Eddie chuckles as she passes the can back to him, “You get used to the taste.”

“I doubt that,” she mutters angrily under her breath.

Eddie picks up on the way she responds and notices the way her shoulders hunch over as her gaze is glumly cast out at the water.

“Hey, is something wrong?”

Y/N looks at him from the corner of her eye and nods, “No, I’m okay.”

“Y/N, you don’t look very, okay,” he imitates her voice by saying the word in a high pitch.

“I-I am, I’m fine,” Y/N musters a smile at him. 

“Y/N,” he calls her name in disbelief, “Whatever it is, you can tell me. You know that right?”

“Y/N brows furrow as she looks from him to the silver can in his hand.

“It’s just, why did you bring… I mean, is hanging out with me so bad you need that just to get through it?” Y/N tries to say in a lighthearted way. 

“What?” Eddie hisses, hurt at the idea.

Y/N looks at him, suddenly feeling small and guilt-ridden. Eddie looks from the six pack to her.

Eddie shifts his body to straddle the wooden bench. He places his palms along his thighs and leans forward, eyes narrowed, “Can I level with you?”

Y/N looks at him wide-eyed, slightly shifting her body to face him too.

He searches between her eyes, “Believe it or not sweetheart, but I want to be here. And this? This is just to help calm my jangled nerves.”

Y/N’s eyebrows furrow, “Calm your nerves? Why would you need to do that?”

“Well let’s see, I’m at Lover’s Lake with a pretty girl who has the biggest brain in the world, you tell me.”

Y/N jerks her head back, not sure if she should laugh or smile at the weird compliment.

“Do I…I make you nervous?” Y/N whispers, eyebrows raised up to her hairline.

“Ding ding ding, we have a winner.” Eddie calmly says before taking another swig.

“What? You’re lying,” Y/N playfully slaps his bicep.

“True story sweetheart.”

“Why?”

Eddie laughs, “I don’t know. Why is the sky blue? It just is.”

“Yeah but it doesn’t make sense.”

Him making her nervous? Now that makes much more sense. He’s the one with the upper hand here, right?

“World works in mysterious ways babe,” Eddie casually replies before chugging the rest of the can. 

Y/N furrows her brows in concentration. It is beyond unfathomable for her to accept the fact that she makes a boy, a boy like Eddie Munson no less, nervous.

“You still thinking about it,” Eddie playfully asks after Y/N’s been quiet for a moment too long.

“Yeah,” she answers truthfully.

“Silly girl, don’t worry about it.” Eddie says as he cups her cheek with his hand, the solid metal fresh against her warm cheeks.

“Have you met me? I’m genetically engineered to worry about it.”

“See, this is why I brought the beer.” Eddie makes a show of lifting the six pack.

“Whatever Munson.”

Y/N and Eddie continue to sit and talk for a little while longer. Aside from teasing each other, they talk about each other's interests and lives. Y/N learns more about Eddie’s friends and family and Eddie learns more about Y/N’s.

The more time they spend and the more they learn about each other, the more Y/N and Eddie are at ease. At a certain point, they’re no longer anxious about what the day holds but instead, excited at the possibilities. 

“Can I show you something?”

“Sure.” Y/N answers. Knowing Eddie, it’ll probably be a cool rock he found on the way over or some random tree that looks like a D&D character.

But then he shakes off his jacket and goes to get his guitar case resting against the table. He takes an acoustic guitar with tape that says, “This instrument slays dragons” out. He moves to sit on top of the table, facing Y/N and looks down at her.

“What’s this?” Y/N asks curiously.

“A little something something.”

“You know that tells me absolutely nothing right?”

“It’s called the element of surprise, Y/N. Come on, you're the chemistry nerd here, you should know better.”

Y/N groans, “Oh god, what kind of dad joke Eddie? This is a new low, even for you.”

Eddie laughs as he tunes the guitar.

“Did you write me a song?” Y/N teases. 

“You wish,” Eddie chuckles. 

“Did you learn another Prince song?”

“Actually I’m still working on Purple Rain but it’s not ready yet.”

“Oh,” Y/N sighs and slightly pouts.

“But I do have a song for you. It’s a song I learned a long time ago, but I’ve never gotten around to playing it live.”

“Oh, why not?”

“Well it’s not really the sort of song you perform on stage.”

Y/N frowns in confusion. Little does she know, this is one of the first songs Eddie ever learned how to play on guitar. He’s never played it in front of anybody else because it’s a rather intimate kind of song. He’s never found the right audience to play it to till now.

“It’s more like a… I don’t know but you’ll understand when I play it for you.”

Eddie tunes the final strings and breathes deeply, breath resounding in the air as his chest expands. He begins delicately plucking the strings of the guitar.

The melody starts off slow. The same few chords are repeated over and over again. But then it slowly builds into a more complex chord progression that’s slightly faster. It’s sweet and serene and beautiful all at once. 

The chords begin increasing in pace and Eddie’s fully lost in focus at the instrument before him. His brow adorably furrowed in concentration at his expert fingers rippling across the six strings. He bites on the edge of his lip and closes his eyes. The delicate strings bring a brightness to Y/N’s skin like sparkles rippling off the lake water.

It’s the same pattern of slow melodic chords building into the faster complex chord progression and slowing back down and starting all over again, like a cycle. 

Meanwhile, Eddie himself is silent, letting the strings make all the noise. And as the song crescendos toward the end, he finishes with one final strum. He didn’t realize how heavily he was breathing till there was no other sound to mask it. 

Eddie peers through his eyelashes at Y/N and her eyes are full of admiration and something else he can’t quite discern.

He lets out a breath 

“Eddie, that was beautiful. I think that might be my favorite song you’ve played for me,” Y/N compliments in that sweet loving voice of hers.

“Thanks,” Eddie replies shyly as he brings his palm to rub the back of his neck.

“What song was that?”

“It’s a Black Sabbath song, called Fluff.”

“Black Sabbath? That sounded like anything but metal. And fluff? Not a very hardcore song title for a band of their caliber.”

“It’s named after this DJ who was one of the few to play their music at the time. His nickname was fluff so that’s why they called it that.”

“Hm, interesting. And they don’t sing on it at all?”

“Nope, it’s just the instrumentals of guitars and a bit of piano too.”

“Oh,” Y/N says dejectedly.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, I just… I like it when you sing too.”

 “You do?”

“Yeah. I like hearing your voice.”

“What,” Eddie asks, almost convinced she’s just messing with him.

“Yeah you have a nice voice,” Y/N compliments, giving him that sweet innocent smile that has Eddie’s heart making leaps and bounds through his chest.

“You mean even when I sing something like,” Eddie starts before leaning forward and whisper-singing, “I’m not your woman, I’m not your man. I am something you will never comprehend.”

He passes the guitar to Y/N and stands on the table. “Take this.”

He raises one open palmed arm to the sky and the other in a closed fist to his mouth. He continues in a loud screeching sing-song voice looking forward, “I'll never beat you. I'll never lie. And if you're evil I'll forgive you by and by, 'cause,”

He jumps down from the table next to her and Y/N shrieks. Eddie looks down and locks eyes with Y/N as he points to her, “You, I would die for you, yeah.”

Eddie moves around Y/N and climbs back onto the seat of the bench singing, “Darling, if you want me too. You, I would die for you.”

“Okay okay enough Eddie! You could’ve hurt yourself” Y/N says between fits of giggles. 

“Hey, you said you wanted a performance” Eddie shrugs, grinning at her amusedly.

Y/N scrunches her face and tries to hide her smile but fails. “I most certainly did not.”

“Well, you got one anyway. You should be so lucky, they come rather sparingly.”

“Uh huh. You really took a liking to that Prince album didn’t you? How did you even get your hands on one?” 

“Let’s just say the collection of Corroded Coffin’s library of music inspiration extends to our family members too.”

“Uh huh, sure. Still doesn’t explain the perfectly memorized lyrics from Hawkins’ resident metal-lover… who’s secretly Prince’s number one fan.” Y/N whispers.

Eddie looks at her and narrows his eyes, to tauntingly ask, “So what if I am? You gonna tell anyone?”

Y/N looks off to the side, then leans in while looking at Eddie, whispering, “Well, now that you mention it…”

Then she leans back and cups her hands around her mouth and shouts, “Attention Hawkins, Indiana, Eddie Munson, self-proclaimed metal-head, loves Prince and The Revolution.” 

She moves her hands down and shakes her head back and forth, “His favorite song is–”

Eddie moves forward and claps a hand over her mouth and puts the other on her shoulder. He looks around, “Good god woman. Will you shut up?”

Eddie’s laughing and Y/N’s smiling while stifling a laugh under his hand. 

Y/N yells into his hand, “Move your hand Eddie.”

“What’s that sweetheart?” Eddie mocks her. “Sorry, can’t hear you.”

Y/N tries to pry Eddie’s hand away but he’s stronger than her and keeps it firmly connected to her face till Y/N licks his palm and he instinctively retracts it.

“Jesus H. Christ,” Eddie laughs as he looks at the palm of his hand and wipes it on his jeans. 

“That’s what you get.” Y/N responds with a playful attitude. 

She and Eddie laugh for a moment till she sighs and looks down at their laps. Y/N shifts her body and bends one leg along the seat. She looks down at Eddie’s twiddling fingers and then up his arms.

“You have a lot of tattoos.”

Eddie raises an eyebrow. “You like my tatties?”

Y/N wrinkles her nose in disgust, “Tatties? Why don’t you just call them tattoos like a normal person?”

“‘Cause they’re my tatties! And besides, what’s normal anyway?”

“I guess,” Y/N rolls her eyes.

“Would you ever get any?”

“Eddie, be real, my parents would beyond kill me if I ever came home with a tattoo. In fact, I think they’d rather I have a boyfriend than a tattoo.”

Eddie rolls his eyes, “Yeah but in the future? After you get out of your parents house?”

“I don’t know. I think I would be too afraid of the pain. Did yours hurt?” Y/N visually inspects the ink on his pale skin.

“Not really, but it depends where you get them.”

“I don’t even think there’s anything that means enough to me to get permanently inked on my body.”

“Your tattoo doesn’t have to have some deep and philosophical meaning.”

“Do yours?”

A devilish gleam crosses Eddie’s features. “A few.”

He outstretches his forearms and twists his right one. A tattoo depicting several bats can be seen. “This one’s my Ozzy tattoo.”

Y/N looks at him puzzled. 

“Ozzy Osbourne. He’s a heavy metal legend. He once bit the head off a bat onstage!”

“Oh my god,” Y/N groans in horror. “Why would he do that? That’s just a bad case of rabies waiting to happen!”

“Well, supposedly someone threw it onstage and he thought it was just a rubber bat, so that’s why he bit it. But then it turned out to be a real one and he did end up getting a fuck ton of shots for rabies but it was the most metal things ever.”

“Gross,” Y/N shakes her head.

Eddie turns his right arm over to display a weird chicken mixed with dragon looking animal tattooed on his tricep, “This one’s my wyvern tattoo.”

“Your what?”

“Wyvern, it’s a mythical creature from D&D.”

Y/N nods. “Oh.”

Eddie reaches over and hooks his right index finger around the collar of his shirt and pulls it down. Y/N gasps at the sight of the exposed alabaster skin. “This one’s a tattoo of some random demon. It’s not from D&D or anything but it looks cool, right?”

Y/N nods contemplatively. 

Eddie pulls the collar further to expose a spider tattoo near his collarbone. “I got this spider one too. There’s not a lot of meaning to it either, but it looks sick right?”

Eddie releases the collar and puts his arm back down with his hands in his lap.

“What does that one mean?” Y/N points to his inner right forearm.

“Oh yeah, I almost forgot about that one.” He extends his arm outward.

Y/N’s eyes widen as she leans over to visually assess the image on his arm. 

“You can touch it, if you want.”

Y/N looks up at him, his upper eyelashes almost touching his bottom ones as he looks down at her. 

“It’s ok,” he says encouragingly as he leans forward. 

Y/N looks up at him then down at his arm hovering above her lap. She softly grabs his arm in her left hand and uses her right fingertips to gingerly brush over the tattoo of a… demon puppet?

“This one’s my favorite.”

“What is it?” She asks, never looking up. She continues to trace the tattoo’s outline and unknowingly send shivers down Eddie’s spine.

“I call it the puppetmaster. You see that?” Eddie points to the demon with strings attached to its arms. “This is the puppet. It’s a demon with puppet strings attached to it. But the hand above it, on the other side of the strings, is the puppet master.”

Y/N nods and touches over the parts he describes. 

“It reminds me that I’m no longer the puppet. That I don’t have to conform to whatever ideals society has. That I am the puppetmaster and I pull the strings in my own life.” Eddie says proudly.

Y/N sighs dejectedly and sullenly lowers his arm. 

“What is it?” Eddie looks at her with concern

Y/N shakes her head, but lets it hang low. “Nothing.”

“Y/N.”

She looks up at him and forces a smile, “I think that might be my favorite tattoo of yours too.”

Eddie looks down at her and offers a reassuring smile, unsure what to say.  

Y/N scans around his tattoos then looks up into his big brown eyes. He raises his eyebrows. 

“I know this might be weird but, do you think I could give you a tattoo?” She asks before digging through the front pocket of her backpack. 

“No, that’s not weird at all.”

“I mean I would just draw something on your skin,” she remarks as she pulls an ink pen out. “It’ll wash away.”

“I wouldn’t mind if it didn’t.” Eddie looks at her endearingly. 

 “Here’s a blank canvas,” Eddie says as he outstretches his left arm, free from any ink. 

Y/N softly grabs his arm with both her hands and inspects his arm. She runs her fingers back and forth as she thinks about what she’ll draw.

She looks up at him sheepishly, then looks back down to press the ballpoint pen to the soft skin on the underside of his arm. She draws harsh lines and angles, the dark black ink contrasting his milky white skin.

“Okay, done.” Y/N says as she moves the pen away.

“What is it?” 

“It’s the chemical structure of dopamine.”

“Dopamine huh?” Eddie slowly nods.

“Yeah, it’s a hormone. The feel-good hormone so to speak. It plays a role in a lot of different things like memory, motivation, or sleep. But it's most famous for its ability to give you the sensation of pleasure.”

“Huh,” Eddie smirks at her, “So what exactly is the meaning behind this tattoo?”

“Well I wanted to do something chemistry related, for obvious reasons–”

“Obviously,” Eddie mocks her.

“Shut up,” she laughs, “And dopamine is… kind of a provocative hormone when you think about it, you know. So what’s more hardcore and metal than provocation?”

“Solid choice,” Eddie laughs, heart fluttering at the notion that he has a piece of her with him now. 

“Can I do another?”

“Have at it princess,” Eddie smiles with glee, satisfied at how much fun Y/N is having with this.

Y/N’s eyes brighten and she returns her gaze back to his arm. She moves upward and begins drawing. 

She draws a picture of a heart with swords running through it. Next to that one, she draws a small cassette tape and a few roses throughout. She blows on the ink to let it dry and Eddie makes a hiss sound as he inhales sharply.

“What?” Y/N looks up at him with eyes the size of golfballs, worried she might’ve hurt him.

“Nothing,” he replies tensely as he shakes his head.

Y/N looks at him unconvincingly before turning his arm over.

“You boutta give me a whole sleeve or something?” Eddie teases.

“Would that be a bad thing?” Y/N arches a brow at him.

“No, no. Just wondering.”

“I don’t know. I’ll let you know when it’s finished,” Y/N says as she turns her concentration back to her work of art.

She draws a snake that slithers up and around his arm. She continues back on his forearm and as the focal piece, she draws a picture of him playing guitar with large angel wings behind him and an intricate spider web surrounding his figure. She outlines his long wild hair, signature jacket, and precious electric guitar he taught her how to play on. 

“Damn, this is incredible,” Eddie admires her work as she finished up.

Y/N smiles to herself in satisfaction.

“You know, you’re really good at this.”

“What? No, this is just…” Y/N shrugs.

“Seriously, I might just go and get this done for real after we’re done here. Why didn’t you tell me you were such an artist?”

“Because I am most definitely not.”

Eddie looks at her puzzled. “Then what do you call this?”

“A… very sophisticated doodle.”

Eddie rolls his eyes. 

“I love to draw, doesn’t mean I’m an artist.”

“Not with that attitude it doesn’t.”

“But I don’t want to be an artist. Being an artist is impractical. This is just something I do…”

“For fun?” Eddie asks with a concerned eyebrow raised.

Y/N frowns and presses her lips into each other. “Um, yeah.”

“Do you have other drawings? Like in a sketchbook or something.”

“No, at least not one I’ve done in recent years. I used to do it a lot when I was younger, but then I came to high school and ditched the sketchbooks for textbooks.”

Eddie looks at her with pain etched in his features. “You should draw more. You’re really good at it.”

“With what time? I have more important things to be doing like working on my college applications or studying to maintain my gpa.”

“C’mon, how long did it take you to make these sophisticated doodles? Not that long right?”

Y/N doesn’t want to have this conversation. She’s had the opposite version of it with her parents many times before. 

By now, she’s had it ingrained in her mind that drawing is never going to be something that can pay the bills. Drawing is just supposed to be one of those things you do for fun on the side as a hobby, if you even have the time. School comes first, always. 

“Yeah, I guess so,” she grumbles as she looks down. She grabs his arm and admires her work. She lightly touches the skin and looks to see no trace of ink on her fingertips.

“But, I am finished with my masterpiece.”

“Sweet,” Eddie says as he admires her work.

“You know, in this light, your skin sort of looks like marble, I almost feel like Michaelangelo creating the Apollo.” Y/N remarks as she clicks the pen and shoves it in her backpack. 

“Like the ninja turtle right?”

Y/N freezes and peers up at him. “What?”

“Michaelangelo, like the ninja turtle right?”

“What? I don’t even know what that is.”

“You’re telling me you don’t have a favorite teenage mutant ninja turtle?”

“What? No, Eddie, I’m talking about Michaelangelo, the world famous Italian renaissance artist.”

Eddie shakes his head, “Nope.”

“Seriously? The Apollo? It’s one of the most famous marble sculptures in the world. And Michaelangelo? He’s one of the most famous artists in history. This is sophomore history Eddie. How do you not–,” Y/N says, voice raising with frustration as she looks at him with disdain.

She tightens her lips and breathes in.

“How do I not know about it? Is that what you were gonna ask?”

Y/N is silent, thanks in part to the foot in her mouth. She hates when anyone else makes her feel bad for not knowing something. It's one of the worst feelings in the world for her and here she is, inflicting that feeling onto someone else.

“God, you sound just like Henderson,” he chuckles as he wipes his face with his free hand.

“What?”

“My freshman friend. I love the little shrimp but fuck, he can be such a know-it-all, just like you. You guys seriously need to get your ego checked. Just ‘cause you’re smart doesn’t make you better than everyone else.”

Y/n looks away embarrassed at his characterization and unsure how to process the observation that she’s a lot like his best albeit young friend. 

For some reason, she feels herself on the verge of tears, a blanket of guilt weighing down her shoulders. It’s not like Eddie’s even mad at her, but she feels guilty for insulting him. 

“Look Eddie, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to put you down like that.”

“It’s not about putting me down, Y/N. It’s like you have this weird sense of self-righteousness about what you know. Henderson has it too. Like there’s something wrong with someone if they’re not as quick to connect the dots.”

Y/N sighs in exasperation because she knows Eddie’s right. She nods and avoids his gaze.

“You’re right Eddie. It’s not cool. I’m sorry.” Y/N looks up at him in pain. 

“You know some people have their looks, some have their athletic abilities, and some have their artistic talent,” she looks at him pointedly, “but for others like me, and I guess your friend too, all we have is our brain. I’m sorry if I insulted you Eddie, because that truly wasn’t my intention. And this doesn’t excuse it all, but I guess the reason why I do it is because when all you have is your brain, you take a lot of pride in what you know because that’s sort of all you have.”

Eddie looks at her, searching deep within her eyes. “I don’t believe that.”

“What?” 

It’s my lived experience, what is there not to believe?

“You’re not just smart. You do realize that right?”

Y/N looks at him in confusion. 

“You’re also insanely talented, I mean look at this,” Eddie lifts his arm. “This is crazy stuff.”

Y/N’s breath halts.

“And it’s not even what you know or what you can do; it’s who you are. You’re kind and you’re caring,” he moves his head down to meet her gaze and smiles, “And you’re beautiful, inside and out.”

Y/N looks at him quizzically before averting her gaze to the water beside her, a visual distraction from the visceral sensation of her blood pumping violently in her ears. 

“Now I know you’re lying,” she says, intending it to come out teasing but releases in a condescending tone.

“You’re a smart girl, you should know that I’m not,” Eddie says with confidence.

“But despite all that, You just really need to chill out sometimes. And realize that just because you know a lot it doesn’t make you a better person.“

Y/N nods contemplatively. 

Eddie follows her gaze out onto the water for a moment.

“C’mon,” Eddie slaps the table and stands up, “Let’s go for a walk.”

Eddie and Y/N climb out of their seats. Eddie grabs his jacket in one hand and reaches for Y/N’s hand with the other. 

Y/N tenses slightly and looks up at him frazzled. Eddie smiles down at her, “C’mon smarty pants, let’s go on an adventure.”

Y/N and Eddie walk along a paved path bordering the lake. Y/N’s still in her head about Eddie’s words, so he makes mindless chatter to fill the air with noise. He tells her about the last show he had with Corroded Coffin or how the recent campaign went with Hellfire. 

When Y/N asks about D&D, a game she’s never played before, Eddie is eager to tell her every piece of information he knows about the game.

The two walk for a while and at a certain point, the light autumn breeze picks up, making Y/N shudder.

“Here,” Eddie says as he drapes his jacket along her shoulders. “Take my jacket.”

“What about you? Aren’t you going to get cold like… that,” Y/N asks, referring to his cropped band tee shirt, letting her gaze linger a little too long at the exposed skin of his midsection.

“I’ll be fine. That’s what I’ve got you for sweetheart,” Eddie laughs as he wraps an arm around Y/N and squeezes her into his side. 

She giggles and smiles into his touch, wrapping her arm around him too. 

She’ll never admit it, but she loves how touchy-feely Eddie is. She’s grateful that he’s willing to initiate the contact. Y/N secretly loves to be as touchy feely as Eddie is but hates initiating physical contact. So even though she’ll never make the move, she loves that Eddie always does. 

As the sky starts getting darker and after walking god knows how far, Y/N suggests they turn back. They hear a few too many rustling noises in the dense forest beside them and make a run for it back down the path.

At a certain point, they grow tired and start walking again. As they begin to approach a dock, Eddie stops and leads her to it.

“Eddie, what are you doing?”

“I wanna see the water,” Eddie says matter of factly.

He leads her to the edge and plops down cross-legged.

“Eddie.”

“C’mon, let’s enjoy the view.”

Y/N looks over her shoulder then out onto the water and back down at Eddie. “Do you trust me?”

“Barely,” Y/N grumbles as she sits down next to him. She reaches out and grabs Eddie’s hand. He looks at her in surprise. 

“Don’t get too excited, Munson. This is just a precautionary measure. In case you try to throw me in there,” she nods her head to the water, “I’m dragging your ass with me.”

“Whatever you need to tell yourself sweetheart,” he winks and Y/N rolls her eyes.

She looks out onto the rippling waves and breathes deeply. She squeezes Eddie’s hand and traces circles over his skin with her thumb.

The two sit in silence for a moment before Eddie asks Y/N, “Hey reach into my jacket pocket, will you?”

Y/N pulls out a carton of cigarettes and frowns in confusion.

“You mind if I…,” Eddie asks as he grabs the cigarettes from her. 

Y/N looks from the cigarettes in his hand to the shy look on his face and nods.

“I also had a lighter in there too.”

Y/N pulls out the lighter and hands it to him. Eddie pulls a lone cigarette from the carton and puts it between his lips. He passes the carton back to Y/N and she stows it away in the jacket pocket. 

In one swift motion, he cups his hand around the end of the cigarette and uses the other to press down on the lighter and let the flame light the cigarette. 

The sight alone is enough to knock the air out of Y/N’s lungs.

“You enjoying the view,” Eddie winks at Y/N as he looks at her from the corner of his eyes.

“What?” Y/N asks with irritation and makes a show of turning her gaze forward. Her cheeks feel hot and she can feel her blood pumping loudly all throughout her body.

Eddie takes another puff in silence and Y/N focuses on admiring the view of the water before her instead of the boy beside her.

From her peripheral vision, Y/N admires Eddie’s shoulders rounded over, the way his luscious red lips perfectly pout over the cigarette butt, and the way his long chestnut waves tousle over his shoulder in the breeze.

“Wanna try?” Eddie innocently asks as he holds the cigarette over the space between their bodies.

“Huh,” Y/N looks over at him.

“I can’t remember if you said you’ve tried these or not.”

“Oh, I haven’t,” Y/N replies sheepishly despite Eddie acting like anything but the Big Bad Wolf.

“You can, you know, if you want to,” Eddie calmly gestures out for her. She looks from the cigarette between his ringed fingers to his eyes and back at the cigarette.

“Don’t think about it too much. If you don’t want to, it’s okay.” Eddie retracts his hand.

“No I-,” Y/N cuts herself off. She nervously looks at him and he cocks a single eyebrow.

“I want to know,” Y/N says but doesn’t reach out for the cigarette just yet. 

“Don’t feel like you have to, okay?” 

Y/N nods and zeros in her gaze on the cigarette between his fingers. “I know… I just, I want to try. I just don’t know how to do it. How do you even smoke a cigarette?”

Eddie looks at her skeptically, but shuffles closer to her. He hands out the cigarette to her. “Here, for better leverage, take it between your thumb and index finger.”

Y/N nods and takes it just like how he explained.

“Then you put it between your lips and inhale.”

Y/N looks at him with knitted brows.

“Inhale? How do I inhale? It’s blocking my airway?”

“You kind of just…,” Eddie looks between her eyes, “suck in, sort of like when you drink from a straw.”

Y/N nods, imagining how it would work in her mind.

“So you inhale and then you hold the smoke in for a bit, okay? Don’t swallow it or let it out just yet. Take it in, let yourself feel it in your body, then you can exhale it out. Got it?”

“Yeah,” Y/N cautiously brings the cigarette closer to her mouth. She stops a few inches away from her lips and looks up at Eddie.

“You can change your mind at any moment.”

Y/N shakes her head. “I'm not… Just mentally preparing is all.”

“Y/N, you’re overthinking it. Just do it, and if you don’t like it you’ll never have to do it again.” 

Y/N peers up at Eddie through her curled lashes. Eddie almost swears his heart beat stops for an instant. He nods at her encouragingly.

“Okay… So I just suck, hold it in, then blow, right?”

Eddie stifles a laugh, “Yeah, exactly.”

Y/N brings the cigarette between her lips and closes her eyes. She inhales and feels the nicotine laced smoke fill her body. She can almost taste the tobacco. The smoke enters her lungs. 

It feels weird in her body and makes her dizzy. It becomes too much for her to handle and before her brain can think of what to do next, her body reacts and coughs the foreign entity out. 

Y/N brings a hand to her chest and continues coughing and choking on the smoke as tears begin to spring in her eyes.

Eddie pats her on the back, “Alright, easy there champ.”

Y/N passes the cigarette to Eddie and continues to cough. She lets out another stray cough before regaining her breath. 

“A single drag’s not gonna kill you,” Eddie rolls his eyes light heartedly.

Y/N looks at him in disgust, “And you like that stuff?”

Eddie shrugs, “Yeah, you get used to it.”

Y/N shakes her head. “I did not like that at all, but I guess I can at least say I tried.”

Eddie claps a hand on Y/N’s shoulder blade “Yup, you sure can smarty pants.”

Before Y/N can roll her eyes or stick her tongue out at him, he adds, “I’m proud of you.”

Y/N furrows her eyebrows at him and cocks her head to the side. For someone who has a lot to be proud of, she doesn’t always feel that way or hear people say it a lot. 

Coming from Eddie, over something as miniscule and trivial as smoking a cigarette, she feels her chest tighten.

“What? Why?”

“Because you overcame your fear. And because you did it for yourself, you know. Not because I said you should or because your parents said you shouldn’t. You did it for you, right?”

“Yeah.”

“And you almost let it kill you, but you didn’t.”

Y/N shoves her shoulder against his and he laughs. “Shut up.”

The two continue laughing and joking around till a loud clap of thunder booms above them. They look at each other and back up into the sky as streaks of lightning tinge the dark gray skies. 

Y/N feels a light drop fall upon her cheek. She touches her finger to the skin and wipes it away. “Maybe we should get out of here.” 

A few more scattered droplets fall into them. “What? You scared of a little water?”

“Remind me to ask you that when the rain ruins your guitar,” Y/N says as she stands up and holds out a hand for him.

“Shit, let’s go,” he grumbles as he reactively takes it and stands up.

The two start walking off the dock and the scattered drops start turning into a sprinkle. Eddie grabs her hand and picks up the pace. 

The sprinkle picks up speed and heaviness as full raindrops descend from the darkening sky. Another loud clap of thunder roars above them. The two make a full on run over to the picnic table. Y/N gathers her backpack while Eddie clumsily puts the guitar back in it’s case.

“I’ve got the radio,” Y/N announces to Eddie.

“Is that everything?” Eddie asks as he scans his surroundings. 

“Yeah,” Y/N confirms as another clap of thunder rumbles louder than the previous ones. 

In an instant, the rain starts coming down even harder. The fat rain drops pelt against their skin. 

“C’mon,” Eddie commands, hand outstretched for her. She grabs his hand and the two make a run for it across the forest. 

The thunder rumbles and the rain comes down in sheets, making it difficult to see.

“Eddie,” Y/N shrieks.

“We’re almost there princess,” Eddie yells back. 

They finally make it to the van and Eddie fumbles for the keys in the wet denim of his pants and opens the back door of the van and the two climb in. 

Eddie shuts the doors and locks them from the inside. Y/N crawls backward a bit till her back rests against the side of the van. 

They’re both sighing in relief and catching their breath from running.

Y/N looks at Eddie and his hair is damp, a few pieces stick to his skin. He looks so frazzled. He shakes his head like a wet dog and she starts laughing.

“What?” Eddie asks.

Y/N looks down at her own jeans which have scattered spots that look like polka dots. She looks at her blouse which was shielded from the rain thanks to Eddie’s jacket. 

Y/N looks at Eddie who’s taking off his mud encrusted reeboks. She looks down at her own white reeboks which are equally covered in mud.

“Oh no, my shoes got all muddy,” Y/N whines as she bends forward to take them off.

“Here, I’ll do it,” Eddie says as he reaches forward and grabs Y/N’s ankle. Y/N’s frozen in his touch and shocked by the gesture. 

He gingerly undoes the laces and pulls the shoe off, tucking it away next to his. He repeats the gesture with her other shoe and taps the side of her ankle.

“Done.”

“Thanks,” she shudders.

She looks up at him then down at the soaking wet fabric hugging his skin. 

“Eddie, your shirts all wet.”

“Oh, yeah,” he laughs as he looks down. He scans around the van and crawls over to the corner behind the driver's seat. He plucks a piece of black and white fabric and brings it to his nose.

 He peels the wet black fabric off his skin and smirks at Y/N practically gawking at his bare torso. “If you wanted to see me naked all you had to do was ask,”

“Oh my god Eddie,” Y/N exclaims as she averts his gaze. “That’s not what I was asking at all. I just don’t want you to get cold or sick.”

She looks back at him out of the corner of her eye and he’s still looking at her as he reaches for the dry shirt and places it over his head.

“Uh huh, sure you were sweetheart.”

“You’re so full of it Edward.”

Eddie balls up the wet fabric and throws it at her. Y/N scoffs and gives him an evil stare as she throws it back at him harder.

Eddie crawls back over to the other side of the van and sits opposite her, watching how harshly the rain pelts against the window above her. “So young jedi, what do you suppose we do now?”

“I don’t know,” Y/N says and she shrugs off Eddie’s jacket. She can barely see outside the window behind Eddie. “Wait out the storm, I guess. It’s too bad to be driving right now.”

“You don’t have to be home for curfew yet?”

Y/N looks down at her watch, “No, it’s only 7:00.”

“Oh, okay,” Eddie nods. 

Eddie and Y/N sit in comfortable silence for a few minutes, save for the occasional tapping of Eddie’s fingers along the carpeted van floor and the clacking of raindrops along the van windows.

Y/N looks out the window behind her and sees the darkening view of the sky. A boom of thunder roars, shaking the van, and a strike of lightning, a little too close to the window for comfort strikes and Y/N yelps. 

She jumps and crawls away from the window, looking over her shoulder. She unknowingly makes her way next to Eddie and almost bumps into the other side of the van when Eddie stops her.

“Woah, easy there tiger,” Eddie taunts as he reaches a hand out and blocks Y/N. She stops and sits back on her knees. 

“Oh,” she mutters as she looks at him then the window behind him. 

“C’mere,” Eddie says as he pats the space next to him.

Y/N reluctantly makes her way over and sits next to Eddie with her back against the van wall. Eddie shuffles closer and wraps his arms around her. 

Y/N exhales and leans into his touch. She shuffles her body to get closer to his and inhales the scent of cigarette smoke and soap on his skin and clothes. 

“Hey,” Eddie says as he finger combs Y/N’s damp hair.

Y/N looks up at him. The darkness from the outside casting shadows on his face.

“Can I let you in on a little secret?” Eddie whispers.

Y/N cocks her head to the side. What kind of secret could Eddie Munson possibly have to tell her?

“I’m really glad you made me bring you out here today.”

Y/N’s jaw slackens at his admission, but then she realizes something and scoffs. “Made you? You act like you weren’t very willing and able when I asked.”

Eddie smirks and rolls his eyes. He swings her lower legs over his thighs and rubs his hand over her shin. 

“C’mon, don’t be like that.”

“Eddie, you make it sound like I begged and pleaded you to be here.”

“No, I know you didn’t but…,” Eddie trips off his words trying to be vulnerable with you for a second.

“C’mon, you know I’m right.”

“No, I–you just– urgh, you’re so not gonna make this easy on me are you?”

Y/N shakes her head, “I don’t think you want me to either.”

Eddie grips onto the flesh of her calf and grins widely, “Fuck, you’re reading me like a goddamn book Y/N.”

Y/N giggles, “Well look at who you’re talking to.”

“What? The biggest bookworm in Hawkins?”

Y/N nods with pride.

“Or maybe the smartest girl in Hawkins?”

“Well I don’t know about that—“

“How about the prettiest girl in Hawkins?”

“What?” Y/N snorts into a fit of laughter.

“I’m serious,” Eddie laughs.

“Thanks but I mean I am not the prettiest girl in Hawkins. There are far more objectively pretty girls than me.”

“Not to me there aren't.”

Y/N’s eyebrows draw inward. Her eyes narrow before she leans forward and inspects Eddie’s eyes. She uses her fingers to gently raise his lids. “Your pupils aren’t dilated. Are you sure you didn’t take something before we got here?”

“Y/N,” Eddie scolds while pulling her hands away and interlacing them with his.

“Is it so crazy for me to say something like that, sober?”

Y/N squirms under his scrutiny. 

“Um, maybe just a little bit,” she pulls one hand away and raises it between their faces, finger and thumb an inch apart. 

“What’s crazy to me is that you don’t believe It.”

Y/N scrunches her eyebrows, not sure what to say. 

“Y/N you’re beautiful.”

Y/N flutters her eyelashes as she looks down and fights the smile trying to form on her lips. 

“You know that right?”

Y/N did not in fact know that. She’d been told that by family and friends, but never by a boy. Never by a boy like Eddie.

“I um, I know that… i'm not like, you know… when you look at me it’s like… um, alright?”

“Alright? Are you sure you’re not the one that’s high?” Eddie teases, searching around her face and pulling her lids like she did. 

“Eddie,” she squirms from the tickle of his touch. Eddie retracts his hand and moves it down to cup her cheek. 

“I mean it. You’re so beautiful. Every time I look at you I feel like I’m looking at a goddamn work of art.”

Y/N playfully shoves Eddie’s chest. “Okay, now you’re just being dramatic.”

“I’m not,” Eddie laughs, “and I know I’m not the only one who sees you that way.”

“Um, I highly doubt that.”

“Y/N, I promise you it’s true.”

“I mean, I know that I’m beautiful, but like in my own distinct way, but not in the same kind of way other girls are beautiful. And even then, I know for a fact no one else has ever thought of me that way.”

“How do you know that?”

“Because this is the first I’m hearing it.”

“Doesn’t mean I’m the first to think it.”

Y/N blinks at him puzzled. “What?”

“You know Jeff?”

“Jeff? Jeff who?”

“Jeff, my friend from Hellfire Club. He’s also Corroded Coffin’s best guitar player, after me of course,” he whispers the last part.

“Okay,” Y/N nervously laughs, “What does Jeff have to do with any of this?” “He might’ve mentioned his little crush on you from freshman year.”

“Freshman year? What the hell are you talking about?” Y/N eyes bug out of her head.

“Apparently you two were in the same math class together with some weird teacher who had crazy glasses.”

“Oh, yeah I remember that.”

 “Jeff said you guys sat next to each other and he was always bothering you for help on his homework. He said he would even copy off your test sometimes.”

“Wait, oh my god, that Jeff? I fucking knew it! I knew he was cheating off of me! I swear Eddie, I could always feel him watching me or leaning over kind of closely whenever we had a test and I even asked him about it but he completely denied it.”

Eddie laughs at her admission.

“He had a crush on me?”

“Yup.”

“No way, you must be lying.”

“I’m not! And I doubt he was either. He said you had his heart the moment you taught him polynomials.”

“What? I feel like you’re just making this up Eddie. It’s not funny,” Y/N jokes.

“True story babe, you can ask him yourself.”

“Why didn’t he ever say anything?”

“I didn’t know him back then, but Jeff’s pretty shy, I can only imagine how much more he must’ve been as an anxious little freshman. And according to him, his little heart couldn't take being rejected by the insanely smart and beautiful girl who even bothered to give him the time of day.”

“What? That just doesn’t make sense. I really doubt he said any of that.”

“He really did. Cross my heart princess.” Eddie says as he crosses over his chest with his index finger.

“Do guys really even talk about stuff like this?”

“On occasion,” Eddie shrugs.

Does that mean Eddie has talked to his friends about her? How else would she have come up in conversation? Unless Eddie was lying, but then how else could he have known the exact details of their time in class that only she and Jeff would know?

Eddie looks at Y/N, whose brows are furrowed so deeply in concentration. He finds it so adorable to just watch her think. He sometimes wishes he could become miniature sized and just crawl inside her brain to see the sort of madness that goes on in there.

“What are you thinking about?”

Y/N looks up at him and her brows relax.

“Don’t tell me you’re reconsidering Jeff now. I don’t think I could take it if you left me for him,” Eddie pouts his lip and playfully whines.

Y/N rolls her eyes. “You wish you were half the man Jeff is.”  

Eddie laughs and holds her tighter, interlacing his fingers and caging her in his hold. Y/N shifts her torso slightly and rests her head on his shoulder, placing a hand on his chest.

She sighs, “Eddie.”

“What is it sweetheart?”

“What do you think will happen if the rain doesn’t stop?”

“I don’t know, guess we’ll be stuck here,” he says with a smile.

She looks up at him, “Eddie, this isn’t funny.”

“I know it’s not,” he says. As he caresses her cheek with the back of his finger.

“Then why are you smiling?”

He shrugs, “Because, if I’m gonna be stuck here, there’s no one else I’d rather be stuck with.”

Y/N’s grateful for the darkness and the way it hides her raging blush. Her lips threaten to curl up into a smile as heat radiates through her chest.

She almost wants to tease him. On the tip of her tongue she has the words, “Aw, that was sweet Eddie. Sickeningly sweet in fact, I think I might just go throw up now” or the ever sarcastic, “Not even Ozzy Osbourne?”, locked and loaded, but something in her won’t let her pull the trigger. 

Maybe it’s the fact that she feels the same way even though her pride won’t let her say it. But it could also be that for the first time in her life, she isn’t experiencing the usual resistance she gets whenever she starts to develop feelings for someone. In fact, she feels something right now. She’s not quite sure what it even is but all she knows is that it’s intense and she’s never felt it before but she likes it, a lot. 

She feels something for Eddie and normally her feelings would be something to shy away from or to poke fun at, but now they’re here to stay. And for the first time, she feels like she can fully embrace them. And now, the only thing left to do, is to finally do something about them.

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2021 Year in Review for WLW Entertainment

Lesbian movies really took a hit in 2021 COVID times. When in crisis, studios will always heroically sacrifice women and minorities! While last year's lesbian movie selection included big players like Ammonite, The World to Come, The Prom, Summerland, Happiest Season and New Mutants, this year's selections were more muted and many came from smaller studios as well as the international film scene. Still, we had some variety this year too. TV, on the other hand, had equal or even better offerings this year with some networks and streaming services stepping up their game with female lgbt+ characters.

Let's take a closer look at what 2021 has been like for wlw entertainment...

On the movie front, Lifetime finally gave us its first lesbian romance movie with Under the Christmas Tree and Hallmark gave us its first movie with a lesbian lead who found romance in Every Time the Bell Rings. These two were our lesbian Christmas movies of the year. The Novice gathered accolades as a queer sports drama done right while The Divide gathered them for being the "healthcare in the times of Covid" movie with a same sex couple at its center. Winner of Cannes film festival Titane also portrayed its protagonist as queer but what that means in a surreal fever dream of a movie that included doing sexual things with a car I don't know 🤷‍♀️

There were, however, high profile projects as well. I Care a Lot gave us the mainstream lesbian comedy we deserve and threw in 2 big Hollywood names with amazing chemistry for good measure. No wonder it became an instant Netflix hit. Another instant hit was the Fear Street Trilogy, 3 movies that represent the best of the emerging lesbian horror movie genre. Smaller additions to the genre this year were The Retreat, Bloodthirsty and Seance. Australian coming of age romance My First Summer gave us the sweetest lesbian love story of the year. We also got our first queer protagonist in a major studio animated movie this year with The Mitchells vs the Machines. Saint Vincent made the lesbian mockumentary of the year, The Nowhere Inn.

Surprisingly, Benedetta was our only high profile lesbian period piece this year and, considering how subpar it turned out to be, maybe that was for the best. Let's hope upcoming The Chambermaid (releasing at the beginning of next year) doesn't disappoint. We may criticize the lesbian period romance a lot and often(mostly because for a long time it was all we got) but we still love it. It just needs to be done right.

Over on the TV landscape, some of last year's favourites continued to deliver while the variety we celebrated last year was a bright spot this year as well. Among the highlights: Legends of Tomorrow, that gave us a superheroic lesbian wedding only matched by the equally wonderful wedding episode of fire fighter show Station 19. Joining the Legends of Tomorrow lesbian/bi ladies on the superhero genre front, was our new Batwoman, Alex from Supergirl and Black lightning (that ended with its lgbt+ ladies married as well). Joining the fire fighter/medical drama of Station 19 were other traditional TV dramas with lesbian/bi women in lead roles like Law and Order Organized Crime, NCIS Hawai, New Amsterdam, Family Law and BBC gem Vigil. On the more hardcore cable/streaming scene one of the leads of The Morning Show came out, cop drama Hightown gave its lesbian lead a love interest, The Box gave us a surreal drama with a lesbian lead, in Dopesick a lesbian is at the center of the opium epidemic, Genera+ion gave us some interesting queer teen drama(before going the way of Everything Sucks! and Teenage Bounty Hunters) and The L Word Generation Q got slightly better at giving us couples with good chemistry (basically Dani and Gigi) even if it still, for the most part, failed to actually give interesting storylines to its lesbian characters. Network comedy gave us family sitcom Home Economics for a second season, Atypical gave us a happy ending for fan favourites Casey and Izzie, Dickinson gave us the comedy period romance we've been asking for, Queens gave us the black pop queen of our dreams, Disney+ gave us the first gay romance on the platform in Big Shot with a sweet lesbian teen couple, Saved by the Bell gave us a genuinely funny wlw couple, Spanish speaking production gave us Madre solo hay dos and Gentefied continued with the Latina lesbian representation.

Fantasy and Science Fiction was, as it often is, good grounds for gay women in 2021. This year we got a lesbian lead character and a lesbian romance of the week in Fantasy Island, a lesbian lead reunited with her love in Motherland Fort Salem, queer teens in The Girl in the Woods, our little detective that could in Nancy Drew, survival adventures in Yellowjackets and our lesbian astronauts in Invasion and For all Mankind. By far the best one of the year though was Amazon Prime blockbuster adaptation Wheel of Time. In the meantime, just like Adventure Time, Shera and Harley Quinn the animated series before it, The Owl House and Arcane dominated the gay animated scene this year. Reality and competition shows added to the mix with lesbian contestants on both The Circle and The Voice, JoJo Siwa on Dancing with the Stars for the show's first same sex pairing, a new lesbian reality show Tampa Baes on Amazon Prime and 12 Dates of Christmas on Hbomax.

In the world of video games, selection wasn't as big but it did contain some real jewels. Life is Strange True Colors, a sequel to the popular graphic adventure game, dominated the conversation of course but fans of other genres had some choices too. Farming Simulator fans got a really fun game in Story of Seasons Pioneers of Olive Town, fans of rogue dungeon crawlers got Sword of the Necromancer and Mass Effect fans finally got the remastered version for PlayStation 4, Xbox One, Microsoft Windows. Narrative adventure Lake gave gamers who like slow paced games a sweet lesbian romance to play, while life simulator Growing Up did the same in a different way. Pathfinder: Wrath of the Righteous gave RPG fans another game to love and Unsighted gave everyone a great action 2D game to play. The surprise of the year? Mobile choice game Scripts that finally gave lgbt+ choice game fans the front and center lesbian romance stories apps like Episodes and Choices never put on the cover of their visual novels.

One of the most important milestones of the year came from the world of comics when DC decided to dedicate an entire comic book title to the romantic relationship of Harley Quinn and Poison Ivy. A spinoff from the Harley Quinn animated series (season 3 coming in 2022), The eat, bang, kill Tour gave gay fans of the couple everything we wanted. A close second, the regular Harley Quinn comic title also gave importance to the relationship while other DC titles like DC Pride and the Batman comics also cemented that the relationship is canon all across the board. Comic book titles like America Chavez: Made in the USA completed the lesbian comic book mosaic.

The gay girl music world seems to be having a pop renaissance brought on, in great part, by the popularity of online creators but some mainstream musicians also contributed. Lesbian music icons Hayley Kiyoko and Fletcher gave us a new song, "Cherry". Angele, Ladyhawke and Girl in Red gave us new albums. Internet popularity gave musicians like Dodie, Grace Gaustad, Rebecca Black, Marina Lin, Hollie Col and Zolita the chance to put their music out there. The very gay new music video of Maneskin for Mamma Mia cannot be ignored of course.

Variety on the online entertainment creator scene started to stagnate. Still, we got some good content from iconic YouTube creators Rose & Rosie who had a baby this year. Some other YouTube highlights included content from beloved couple Paige and Holly, Colombian supercouple Calle and Poche, the return of Lilly Singh aka Superwoman and the wedding of the German lesbian super couple from Coupleontour. The Instagram and TikTok lesbian couple scene also grew and many couples came to have huge followings and popularity.

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Overall, in spite the set backs that COVID-19 brought upon us, 2021 wasn't a bad year for variety and diversity in lesbian entertainment. Here's hoping (and contributing so that) the upward trend continues. Happy New Year!