#Freaks and geeks x reader

[beah388love]

Shark week

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Pairing: Daniel Desario x Fem!reader

Summary: Your period decides to attack you so you can’t make it to school and call in sick.

Warnings: period, swearing, bad language, mentions of blood, mentions of weed and pornos!!! (Please tell me if I missed any!!!)

++ I’ve been trying to add this to my Pinner masterlist but it won’t work every time I’ve tried! Please tell me how to fix it if you know!!!! & I have a lando post coming soon!!! 💛🧡

“Y/n! Y/n! Wake uuppppppp!” Your little brother screamed as he shook you and poked your arm.

You jumped up confused as to what was happening “what?! What’s wrong?” You asked worried and he looked at you with widened eyes “Y- your bleeding!” He said distraught, you was confused until you looked down at your legs and saw the blood covering your bottom half and only was it then did you feel the uncomfortable wet patch under your ass.

“Are you okay?!” He asked you worried and you quickly rushed to cover his eyes with one hand “I’m okay Mikey! I just uh- I’m on my period..” you said and he nodded “I remeber! Sometimes you bleed on your period!” Michael explained as he remembered the last couple times you’ve been on your period and needs help getting toilet roll whilst on the toilet.

“Mikey can you go wake up everyone please? Not dad though don’t wake up dad.” You asked and he nodded before carefully and quietly running off to wake everyone else up.

You took this as your chance to get up and have a quick shower and change into some new clothes and change your bed sheets.

You was checking your phone when you saw Daniel messaged you but you doubled over and held onto your stomach, it felt like your uterus was trying to kill you.

“Ah oh my fucking god! You son of a bitch” you shouted in a whisper as you held onto your stomach.

You powered through your cramps making sure to get all your brothers to school first.

“Breakfast for you, you, you, you, you an- where’s Joey?” You asked when you reached his empty chair “he wouldn’t wake up” mikey and Ben said in unison, “I can wake him up” Wayne said and you smiled “it’s okay Wayne I’ll do it” you said.

“did you wake Tommy up?” You asked mikey and he shook his head as he chewed on his bacon.

You walked towards joeys room as you shook tommys bottle in your hands mixing the warm milk. Joey was lying on his bed with pillow covering his face. “I know you’re awake.”

“I don’t want to go.” he said into his pillow his speech muffled, “why?” You asked as you sat down next to him removing the pillow from his face.

“I don’t know.”

“Yes you do. Talk to me.” You said and he sighed as he sat up.

“I just- I don’t know- Sam’s been ignoring me and I don’t know why.” He admitted with a sad huff.

“Well I think you should go to school and ask him. Straight to his face and whatever he says I guarantee can be changed, explained or talked about.” You said and he nodded with a smile.

“Okay I will.”

“Alright c’mon then go eat your breakfast! Love you.” You said making him laugh.

“Love you too” he said as he left to go eat his breakfast.

You huffed as you got up from his bed “now to wake Tommy up….”

You leaned over the cot and gently lifted up Tommy resting him in your arms as he began to cry “I know I know..I know you hate wake up time, I do to.” You spoke softly as you fed him his bottle, his cries dying down.

You walked back to your brothers and they had all finished breakfast and surprisingly had all their school stuff ready, “get in the car please guys” you said and they all quickly got into your car. You had to buy a shitty seven seater car for your birthday since you couldn’t fit all your brothers in your dad’s car so you had to sell his.

“Can somebody give Tommy his dummy?” You asked as you looked in the mirror and smiled when you saw Ben carefully putting his dummy in his mouth.

“Thank you”

You tried to focus on the road as your cramps attacked you.

“Ah fuck” you whispered “that’s a bad word!” Mikey giggled as he pointed at you.

“I didn’t say a bad word! I said..duck” you said trying to save yourself and it somewhat worked.

“Yeah yeah.” Mikey said crossing his arms and sitting back in his car seat.

-

“Okay bye I love you!” You waved through the half rolled down car window, Joey and Wayne looked at you confused.

“You’re not coming?” Wayne asked and you shook your head.

“I’m in so much pain I can’t I’m calling in sick but ill pick you up okay” you said and he nodded, “Ibuprofen is in the cupboard” Wayne said and you smiled with a nod “okay thank you, I love you” you said as you began to drive off “love you too” he said before he you drove away.

“Where’s y/n going?” Joey asked wayne.

“She’s sick so she’s staying at home” Wayne said playing with the zip on his bag before walking off to meet up with his friends.

“Okay…” joey said confused.

- Daniel’s POV:

I leaned up against y/n’s locker waiting for her, she was supposed to be here ten minutes ago.

“Where’s y/n?” Ken asked as he walked up to me “I don’t know she was supposed to be here, she hasn’t even responded to my texts” I said and he frowned confused.

“Maybe she’s running late? She does have to take her brothers to school.”

“Nah she messaged me yesterday that she had to take her brothers extra early so she’d meet me here.” I explained and he shrugged his shoulders.

“I dunno but I’m sure she’s fine” ken said patting me on the chest but I didn’t let it go.

“Class is in 5 desario! Get your stuff together.” mr. Kowchevski warned as he walked down the hall.

“Wait Sir! Do you know where y/n is?” I asked him and he groaned.

“I’m not allowed to give out students information desario.”

“I’m her boyfriend” I huffed and he rolled his eyes at me

“Fine…can you at least tell me if she’s okay?”

“No desario, I already told you I can’t give out students personal information! Now get to class.”

I sighed as I looked at the clock again until I saw her brother Wayne putting his bag in his locker.

“Hey! Uh- Wayne where’s y/n?” I asked him leaning on the locker next to him.

“Why.” He muttered not even looking my way.

He is very overprotective of his sister I learned that the first day I met him and he took me aside and threatened me if I hurt her, obviously I wouldn’t but he still doesn’t like me that much.

“She uh- was supposed to meet me ten minutes ago” I said scratching the back of my neck trying to ease the tension.

“She’s sick. She’s not coming.” Wayne stated looking at me with an annoyed expression before walking away but i caught up with him.

“Wha- what do you mean she’s sick? What’s wrong with her?” I asked him trying to walk with him and he huffed “Stop. Just- look, she’s on her period okay? She’s having really bad cramps. Can I go now?” Wayne said and I nodded putting my hands up defensively and he sighed walking to class.

I quickly opened my locker and grabbed my bag “hey! what are you doing?” Ken asked me confused “I’m leaving.” I said and he rolled his eyes.

“Whatever dude, it’s your detention.”

“Yeah yeah I know that. See you later, make sure to get the notes for that test for me tho!” I said and he nodded with a fake smile before walking the opposite direction of me.

-

I drove to the shops to grab y/n some things, I walked in and looked around finding her favourite chocolate and snacks that part was easy. But then I got to the ‘women’s section’

“Heavy flow? Medium? Or light…?” I read out confused, “a diva cup? What is that…for tea?” I said to myself as I held the box confused.

“Do you need help?” A worker asked me and I nodded embarrassed. “Uh yeah- my girlfriend is on her period and i need to buy her some things..” I said and she nodded with a smile.

“How old is she?” She asked me and I was confused what did her age have anything to do with this?

“Uh- sixteen” I said and she nodded as she grabbed two boxes one blue and one purple.

“I remember her having purple in her bathroom” I said furrowing my eyebrows trying to remember, I took the purple box from her with a tight lipped awkward smile.

“Thanks” I said and she smiled, “Aw it’s fine, I’m sure your girlfriend will appreciate your efforts. Most men don’t even acknowledge periods” she said a pinch of angriness in her voice at the end.

“I’m not like that..she’s really something special” I said smiling as I thought about her. “Awh..well I hope you have a good day..here you go” the lady smiled as she handed me the full plastic bag. “You too, thank you” I said before leaving the shop.

—

I knocked on y/n’s door, leaning in the corner of the wall, I heard her mutter something annoyed before she opened the door. “I already said I don’t want your stupid Wi-Fi shit-“ she said as she opened the door, she looked awful. Her hair was messy, she had a hot water bottle on her lower stomach, her eyes were red and sore, her cheeks were puffy and her lips were a little swollen from crying.

But she still looked so beautiful. She looked real, So naturally beautiful. No makeup just her real beauty.

“Daniel? What are you doing here?” She cut me out of my thoughts, “I uh- Wayne told me it’s shark week” I laughed and she rolled her eyes angrily about to shut the door.

“Hey! Don’t shut the door! I was just kiddin” I grinned, she opened the door glaring at me.

“Why are you here?” She asked me again.

“Wayne told me it’s shark week” I laughed making her roll her eyes. “I’m really not in the mood for jokes Daniel i have to look after Tommy and my dads asleep an-“ I cut her off with a kiss and she smiled “I’m here to help…are you going to let me in now?” I asked and she rolled her eyes playfully as she opened the door wider to let me in.

“You go lay down. Give him to me” I said and she smiled as she handed Tommy to me carefully, he stared up at me with his big blue eyes, he’s one of the cutest babies I have ever seen in my whole life.

“Alright, you go lay down and I’ll heat up the hot water bottle” I said and she sighed in relief as she laid down on the sofa.

“Be quiet though because of-“

“Your dad I know, I know” I smirked and she rolled her eyes with a grin as she laid back down onto the sofa.

“Alright tommy, shh shh it’s okay” I whispered softly as I placed him into his cot for his nap.

- Your POV

“What’s in the bag?” You asked as you saw Daniel place it onto the table, “just some things for you” he smiled as he filled up your hot water bottle.

“Here you go baby” he said as he handed you the hot water bottle along with placing a gentle kiss on your forehead. You hunched over in pain, “ah!” You hissed scrunching your face up in pain.

“Cramps?” He asked and you nodded not opening your eyes until the pain stopped. “Guess this is a good time to give you the stuff I bought” Daniel said as he hopped over the sofa and grabbed the bag.

“Right…i got you your favourite…strawberry pencils and the fizzy ones!” He said as he grabbed them both handing them to you, you gasped making him smirk “you know me so well…” you said opening them.

“And I got crisps..a dvd of Goonies and I also got you some period thingies” Daniel said making you laugh at the end.

“How did you know what ones to get?” You asked and he got all flustered. “I uh- I remembered seeing purple ones in your bathroom and one of the ladies at the shop helped me a little” he admitted making you giggle.

“I love you so so so so much” you giggled kissing him all over his face making him laugh.

“Oh and last but not least I got…chocolate!” He grinned holding it up and you gasped happily as you snatched it off of him quickly opening it and eating a piece.

“I love you so much Daniel, thank you” you smiled as you gave him a hug and another kiss on the cheek.

-

Daniel put the dvd in and grabbed your duvet cover from your bed and threw it on the sofa along with your pillows,

“Comfy?” He asked as he looked down at you, squashed between the sofa and pillows “yup” you said popping the p.

He climbed in with you and you laid on top of him, your leg hiked up to ease your cramps and your hot water bottle perfectly on your lower stomach, burning in the perfect way.

Daniel smiled when he felt your breathing slow and when he heard your small snores, he looked down and smiled at your face squashed on his chest. He placed a kiss on your head before watching the tv again. He bared through the pain of the scorching hot water bottle on his stomach, after all he’d have them all over his body as long as it eased your pain.

He was sweating though and had to pull the cover off of him but you was still knocked out and happy.

Until…you woke up from a sharp pain in your abdomen, it felt like someone punched you as hard as they possibly could multiple times.

You groaned out in pain catching Daniel’s attention “you okay?” He asked worriedly and you shook your head. “Ahh no it hurts so fuckin bad” you bit on your lip to distract yourself from the pain but it didn’t work.

“Here drink this” Daniel said as he handed you some water, “you sure you don’t want to have a tablet?” He asked and you shook your head “no. I’ll have one if it gets worse”

“Alright your decision” he said as he moved the hot water bottle directly on where you was holding your stomach. The pressure slowly went and the pain stopped and you sighed in relief.

“Are you good?” He asked and you nodded into his chest, snuggling your face into his neck.

“I love you” you said and he smiled looking down at your snuggled up form on top of him “I love you too” he replied and not minutes later was when Tommy woke up and began crying.

“Ugh” you groaned as you was about to get up but daniel stopped you, “I’ll get him don’t worry, just go back to sleep” he said giving you a kiss on the head and you smiled at him as you laid back down.

He got up and quickly went over to his cot, “sh sh..uh right your bottle…ah! There it is” he spoke to himself as he rocked Tommy in his arms and fed him his bottle.

“Hold his head higher” i said softly as I watched him feed him, “you’re such a softie.” I teased and he rolled his eyes at me.

“Whatever.” He said moodily making me laugh.

“You hungry?” I asked and he nodded “I think that hot water bottle burnt my stomach” he half-joked as he rested Tommy on his chest in his arms.

“Why aren’t you at school?” My dad asked making us both jump as he stood against the wall with his arms crossed.

“God! Dad you scared me! Why are you out of bed!”

“You didn’t answer my question.”

“School finished early, today’s a half day.” I said and he nodded “so why’s he here?” He asked and daniel tucked his lips in an awkward smile.

“He came over to hang out..now why aren’t you in bed? you know your arthritis-” I asked and he rolled his eyes.

“I’ll go to bed later I just wanted to watch a film thas’ all” he cut me off giving me a kiss on the head before rolling a fag and smoking it outside.

“You promise your fine.”

“I swear I’m alright.” He said as he took a puff from his fag before chucking it on the ground and stepping on it.

“Now move over so I can put my show on.” He grinned as he shoved me jokingly, making me giggle.

We watched his show with him, daniel cuddled me in the corner of the sofa and my dad took Tommy off of him, cuddling with him on his side of the sofa.

“I better go pick my demonic brothers up.” I sighed as I got up and my dad gave daniel a look behind my back, gesturing for him to go with me.

Daniel knotted his brows confused until he got what he meant “I’ll go with you..” he said and I smiled “really?”

“Yeah as long as that’s okay with Mr.Kelly?” Daniel grinned and my dad rolled his eyes “don’t call me that. And yes it’s fine you can leave now…shitheads” my dad laughed and I jokingly hit him on the back of his head before leaving with daniel.

-

Daniel rested his hand on my thigh as he played a game on his phone, “which brother are we getting first?” He asked and I giggled.

“Uh- your favourite actually” I smirked and he gasped “Mikey?” He said and I nodded laughing as I pulled over outside his school.

“C’mon princess let’s go” I teased as I got out the car

“Don’t call me that” he warned half jokingly as he took my hand in his, swaying them as we walked to his classroom door.

“Hey y/n! Mikey! Your sisters here!” The teacher smiled and mikey came toddling out with his bag and a piece of paper, he gasped when he saw daniel making us both laugh.

Daniel bent down with his arms wide open “Danny!” He exclaimed as he threw himself into his arms. “Mikey!” He cheered as he wrapped him up in a hug.

“Alright hugs over, we gotta go get the others.” I smiled and mikey nodded with a giggle as daniel rolled his eyes.

“Fineee” daniel teased as he took mikeys hand in his.

-

“Hey uh y/n? I don’t know how to do this…” Daniel said confused as he tried to connect mikeys car seat straps. I laughed when I saw mikeys uncomfortable face.

“Move over I’ll do it” I laughed as I connected the seatbelt with ease.

“You stupid” mikey laughed pointing to daniel.

“Hey! I’m not stupid you little-“ Daniel cut himself off as he tickled mikey making him squeal a laugh. “Stop! Stop! Noo! HAHHAHA” he screamed laughing so hard his cheeks hurt.

“I sorry! I sorry!” He surrendered and daniel stopped tickling him with a smirk.

“Right…now ben…” I said as I got out the car.

“You stay here with mikey” I said and he nodded.

Once I got Ben he hopped in the car and smiled when he saw Daniel “why are you here?” He asked confused and daniel faked an offended gasp making him laugh.

“Ben look what I made!” Mikey showed him his picture of your family, you, him, Ben, Joey, Carl and Wayne and both your parents. “Wow! It’s amazing mikey” he smiled and mikey nodded in pride.

“Right now for my favourites….” You said sarcastically as you parked in the school car park and waited for your three brothers.

“Wayne hates me.” Daniel complained and you grinned

“He doesn’t hate you he just doesn’t trust you.” I corrected him and he rolled his eyes at me as he looked out the window to see Wayne there who was not happy…

Wayne glared at daniel as he walked to the car and opened the car door, he got in the car without a word. You was about to speak up when Carl and Joey got in the car too.

“So how was school?” You asked and Carl smirked “I got in a fight” he said and you shook your head.

“You can’t keep getting in fights Carl!” You said sternly “i didn’t start it!” He defended himself and you gave him raised an eyebrow at him and he looks at you honestly.

“Alright well apart from that then how was school?” You asked and he nodded “it was good.”

“What about you Joey? You and Sam okay?” I asked and I heard him sigh.

“I chickened out” joey said reluctantly when he saw you frown, “pussy” carl mumbled and Joey glared at him

“Shut up Carl” Joey yelled

Joey poked his tongue out at Carl causing a small fight. They began pushing each other “hey! don’t touch my drawing!” Mikey argued as he pushed himself into the corner of his car seat as far away from them as he could, Joey hit carl on the arm harder “Hey you little shit!” Carl yelled as he hit him back harder “No fighting in the car! You guys!” You shouted and they finally stopped after sticking out tongues again.

Daniel couldn’t help but laugh at the drama all happening at once.

“So…” daniel said awkwardly

“Oh yeah! Here you go daniel I have those things you asked for-“ Carl said as he went to grab something from out his bag but Daniel stopped him in a panic.

You looked at him confused “what things?” You asked and Carl looked at you both not knowing what to do…does he open his bag or?-

“The pornos he wanted.” Carl rubbed the back of his neck and tucked in his lip trying to hide his grin when he saw Daniel face to bright pink.

“Is that it? I thought it was going to be weed or-“

“What’s weed?” Mikey asked and you paused “it’s uh- just a flower!” You said saving yourself.

“How do you know what weed is?” Carl asked smirking and you smirked back.

“From uncle Dom…how did you get those pornos?” You snapped back and he widened his eyes.

“Uh-“

“Exactly.” You smirked and daniel,Ben,Joey and mikey all laughed even Wayne.

“You got done!” Joey said dying of laughter.

“Shut up Joey!” Carl flipped him off and you rolled your eyes “no swearing at each other!”

“These drives are the highlight of my week” daniel chuckled and you shook your head laughing.

[sk3tch404]

Welcome home.

So guys, I used graphic pencils for the first time on one of my art assignments and now....

Just know that ur girl got it 💪🔥

Also dont mind his fuck ass shoes okay

[incorrectquotesmcu]

Y/N: Are you calling me irrational?

Y/N: Because I’ll tear your head off, Steve.

Y/N: I’ll tear it off and throw it over that fence.

[random-imagines-blog]

Imagine Daniel Desario trying to get you to admit to your feelings for him.

You stiffened as you felt Daniel put his head upon your shoulder. You could feel your cheeks starting to grow red as he nestled on in there, the smell of his cologne reaching your nose. It was musky, slightly spicy, and underneath that was the smell of laundry detergent, giving away that though he tried to appear all grungy, he really was well kept. “You don’t mind if I just rest here, do you?” He asked. You didn’t have to see his face in order to know that he was smirking, it was in his very voice. “N-no, it’s fine,” You said, and coughed into your hand to try to cover up the embarrassing stutter. Nick and Ken were chuckling behind you, and you adjusted yourself a little, breathing through your nose. “Yeah, that’s what I thought,” Daniel said, smugly. “You probably even like it, right? Me being all close to you like this?” You licked your lips nervously, keeping your eyes ahead of you. You were just hanging out outside of the school while you were supposed to be in gym class, deciding to skip it to hang out with your friends instead. You had an instant crush on Daniel since the moment that you met and he seemed to make it his life mission to get you to admit it. You hated how obvious you must have been. “Ha, you wish,” You said, though you didn’t sound the most sure of yourself. He laughed, and you could feel the slight shaking of his head, his hair tickling your neck. “Maybe I do,” He teased, further. “But I think you like it too.” He drawled out your last name, poking at your cheek. You shook your head to try to avoid it, and then decided to turn and give it a little bite instead. “And pigs will fly,” You concluded. Daniel seemed to give in for now, but you could still feel that damn smirk.

Requested by: Anonymous

[harveybwabbit92]

Miguel: I don't need anymore friends. I already have two... R/n and Lyla.

Peter B: Don't you mean three?~ *pointing at himself* 

Miguel, looks at him flatly: …No, I'm pretty sure I meant to say two.

[lesbian-deadpool]

Tony: Beer here!

Bruce: No, thank you.

Bruce: I prefer to be high on life.

Tony: ???

Y/N: You are literally the most depressed person I have ever seen in my life. And I look in a mirror.

[belles-non-wallpapering-content]

Until Midnight- Nick Andopolis x FEM! reader

Overture- Nick Andopolis (Freaks and Geeks) x waitress reader, during a long shift

CWs- Cutting school to work, reader wears a dress as part of her work uniform, smoking mention, mentions of fake IDs and sneaking into bars (No alcohol mention)

A/N- Halfway through the October writing challenge, and this is my first time writing for this character! I'm a little excited, please go easy on me

It was hour 2 of the dreaded 12 hour shift you had to do at least once a month. It was hell, but by the end of it you had enough to pay for your car insurance, so you had to. This month it couldn’t even fall on a weekend because you put it off so long, so you had to ditch school at lunch to put on the cheesy 50s style uniform and wait tables, practically begging for money along the way. 

You’d just finished with one of your tables when someone walked in and sat at the bar, right next to the cash register. 

“I’ll be with you in just one second!” You did your best to keep up the overly smiley customer service voice while you went to grab the coffee pot. You got through filling the mug at his seat and half of your little welcome speech before you actually looked at him. But you knew him. Sort of, anyway. He didn’t know you, but you’d had a major league crush on him for the better part of the school year. 

He went to your school too, and even though school was still going on, you weren’t all that surprised to see he wasn’t there. But finally realizing he was here threw off your whole little monologue. 

“Oh—um, sorry, what can I get for you today?” 

“I’m actually ok with coffee for now. Thank you.” You were just getting ready to walk off when he gestured to the small candy bowl at the register.

“Can I?” He continued pointing to it, until you laughed and told him ‘sure’. When you went to print out someone’s check about 15 minutes later, he was still sitting, but when he caught your eye he immediately perked up. He pointed back to the candy bowl, and quietly muttered another “can I?” You just moved the bowl closer to him. 

“Have as many as you want.” 

“So you go to McKinley right?” It hurt just a little bit that he didn’t even know your name, and it honestly killed your mood a little bit. 

“Yeah.” 

“You cut just to come to work?” He laughed, and even though it didn’t feel totally directed at you it still stung just a little. 

“You cut just to come to a terrible diner?” He was just about to say something back but the check you'd been waiting on finally printed and so with a smile, you had to get back to your other tables, you needed the money more than you needed to flirt on the job. Even though flirting would be way more fun. 

Another few hours passed and other than refilling his coffee, you didn’t really talk to Nick all that much, there were hardly any other tables, so you could hang out in the back, even though you wouldn’t make any money. 

 On the bright side, it was finally time for your 30 minute break, and you could get out of the ridiculous outfit long enough to do a little bit of homework in one of the booths before you had to finish your shift. You just had to let Nick, your only remaining customer, know that someone else would be his waitress for the next half hour in case he needed anything or wanted to go. You knew him just enough that you let yourself change first though, he was right at the counter anyway. 

“Hey, I’m heading out for my break. Is there anything I can get you before I go?”

“Oh, no” You couldn’t tell if he was just surprised about the change in outfit, or if he was checking you out just a little bit. You definitely had your hopes. 

“Ok, well the other servers are around if you need anything for the next half hour.”

“Ok” 

You sat in a booth to the far side of the restaurant, doing homework as best as you could, but every once in a while you’d catch Nick staring at you. It wasn’t hard, he’d fully turn around in his seat so he could see you. 

Once your break was over, you grabbed your uniform and changed back before heading back behind the counter. Grabbing the coffee pot to refill Nick's coffee for the 10th time since he got here.

“Everything still ok? Anything I can get for you right now?”

“No I’m good, how was—“ he cleared his throat and readjusted. He really was way too tall for that stool. “How was your break?” 

“Boring. But at least I could get out of this ridiculous outfit for a second.” And he laughed at you again. But this time it didn’t sting, it was nice. Like you guys were actually friends. And as soon as you looked towards the register, you saw he’d managed to completely empty the bowl of free candy since you’d been gone. So you made yourself useful as you refilled it from the giant box before pushing it back towards him. 

“What? I mean this is—this is great.” His over the top gesturing to your outfit made it clear he was kidding, and it actually got a solid laugh out of you. Then he turned the gesture to him actually just reaching for more candy from the bowl and you laughed even harder. 

“Thanks, yeah this whole situation is not ideal.” You gestured again to your own dress, trying to smooth out the wrinkled fabric. 

“So-um, so I was wondering— if you would want to do something when you get out of here?” 

“I’d like that.” 

“Cool.” His laughter became noticeably more relieved when you said yes. 

“I’m stuck here until midnight though.” As soon as you said it, he looked downcast, so you thought of something you could do together that late as quickly as possible. 

“But there’s this band playing at the rusty nail tonight, we could go if you want.” 

“I heard about that, but I don’t have a fake ID, aren’t they carding tonight?” 

“Oh me neither, they’re so expensive and they look terrible. But they leave the back door unlocked so the employees can go on their smoke breaks and stuff. We can just walk in that way.” 

“That’s so cool, I’ll come pick you up then?” 

“Yeah I’ll um. I’ll see you then.” He put a 10 on the table and you awkwardly waved goodbye, before he grabbed another handful of candy on his way out. 

[angelofthenight]

You, sobbing: My life sucks!

Charlie, softly: No it doesn’t

You: My parents hate me! I don’t have any friends! You’re like my only friend, Charlie. And you’re a total loser! No offense

Charlie:

[sunshinesickies]

Hi everyone! I hope you’re all doing well! I’ve been so crazy busy lately but I’m hoping to do some writing soon so if anyone has some sickfic blurb prompts that you want to send in I’ll try my best to get to them soon! 🫶

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multi-fandom, here's the people i'll write for : trey parker characters (joe "coop" cooper, joe young, south park characters he voices that are adults), dale cooper, pretty much any paul dano character, steve harrington (specifically season 3, i love loser steve with my whole being), nick andopolis, most pedro pascal characters, mickey altieri, stu macher, billy loomis, RANDY MEEKS <3, and many more!

dni : under 18, ___phobic, racists, just generally shitty people, anyone who leaves hate on my posts. anything of this general vibe will be blocked <3

all of my fanfics will be gender neutral, but if there's smut in it, it will have female anatomy since that's all i've had experience with firsthand lol

[pileofmush]

purple goldfish

: ̗̀➛ You’re just a girl, but you know a thing or two about love: That’s how you know Okkotsu and Rika won’t last.

scenario : ̗̀➛ childhood friends au w/ okkotsu yuuta

info : ̗̀➛ tags: fem!reader (called a girl), rika has a presence here, a lil morbid & offputting but still cute at times i swear >.< // cw: non-linear narrative, canon-typical horror, proceed w/ caution // wc: 4.8k

thoughts : ̗̀➛ in honor of yuuta's return!! the tags make this seem scarier than it rlly is. she's cute! she's fun :3 + also crossposted on my ao3

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You’re just a girl when you learn what love is. 

It’s the tiny brown snail that fits in the center of your palm. The smiley face a friend draws in the corner of your sketchbook. The bunny-shaped cloud you spot in the sky. The lunch bag thrust in your arms before you walk to school.

That’s how you’re sure. 

What Okkotsu and Rika have— it’s love. 

In a way.

A cloying, bundle-under-the-covers-like-puppies kinda love. Bubblegum sweet. …But not long-lasting. Hubba Bubba love. It’ll dull on your tongue after a few chews. 

You’d never tell them that, though. Rika’d probably push you down the stairs if you did. Best not poke the hornet’s nest on a whim. They’ll grow out of this phase, you’re sure. You’re all just kids, after all.

Whatever happens, as long as Okkotsu and Rika are happy, you’re happy.

(You’re just a girl when you learn that little girls can die, too.)

“Hey.” 

No sign. Nothing. Not even the wind whistles.

“I painted my nails for you. Not purple, though. I know you’d hate that.”

She would.

Orimoto Rika hates a lot of things. You know this about her because she tells you just about everything she’s feeling. And a lot, if not most of what she communicates, is some sort of contempt. She hates math, bugs, feet. The color orange, bad breath, and most of her female classmates. She hates being the center of attention. She hates not being the center of attention. She hates her teacher, and her grandmother, and you’re pretty sure her deceased parents, too.

You don’t mind the complaints. You hate things as well. Like, crooked lines. Asymmetrical haircuts. Extra loud noises. Bears. Odd numbers. And that’s pretty much it. You keep them all on a list so that you won’t forget.

Rika calls you strange, but you take it as a compliment. 

Though, if anyone is to be assigned the title strange, it’s Rika, who hates and hates and hates with nothing less than a picture-perfect smile.

She’s a complicated girl. The most complex one you’ve ever met. 

Maybe that’s why you like her so much. 

The first time you meet Okkotsu Yuuta, he finds you crying on the floor of an empty classroom. He squeaks, pulling your attention from the linoleum tile to the doorway, where he hovers about awkwardly.

You wipe your eyes and glare at him, bracing yourself for the load of teasing you’re in for. Surely he’ll call his friends so that the entire student body can come laugh at your pathetic display. But the laughter doesn’t come. He stumbles over to you on weak knees—like that baby deer Bambi from your favorite movie Bambi—and sits beside you.

“You’re in my class, right?” 

You shrug. Wipe away another stray tear. You’re in 1-B, but truthfully, you have no clue who is or is not in your class. He doesn’t seem familiar to you. Dark-haired, dark-eyed, a glow of youth coloring his round cheeks red. He’s wearing a baby blue tee with a triceratops on it and a mild smile.

No, you can’t say you’ve noticed him before this encounter. You’re still new—have yet to get your bearings. Everything’s different over here. The local convenience store doesn’t sell the brand of chips you like. Lunch starts at a different time. The school playground’s smaller here. 

It’s just. Off. Everything’s off, and you don’t— you can’t—

“Don’t cry, it’s okay,” the boy says, interrupting your spiraling thoughts. A fresh set of tears laps against your waterline. Instead of casting judgment, his tone is quite gentle when he asks, “What’s wrong?” 

Nothing is wrong. You’re what’s wrong. 

He notices your hesitance and supplies you with another smile. “I’m Okkotsu Yuuta,” he says. He’s missing a bottom tooth. “You’re the new girl, right?”

Relatively. You give a slow nod, still not certain about this strange kid’s motivations. What does he want? He does know that you’re both currently missing class, right? Someone will come looking for you any minute. You could get in trouble. He doesn’t act like it though. He’s gotten comfortable, cozying up next to you on the floor.

He looks at you, really looks at you, with sad puppy eyes. 

“You’re lonely, right?” 

The question knocks the breath from your lungs. Yes, you whisper. Very.

This girl doesn’t like you much. She waited at the school gates for Okkotsu, not you, so you understand why her body stiffens when she spots you; why she takes a step back. But then Okkotsu trudges forward, and so do you, as he’s tugging on your left hand. 

The girl’s big brown eyes narrow at your connected hands, her smile unnaturally large. You pull your hand from Okkotsu’s sweaty grasp, his gaze ping-ponging between you and the girl. A hopeful bundle of nerves. Be our friend, his eyes sing. 

You don’t… You don’t want to let him down. 

“Yuuta, who’s this?” The girl asks. You cut yourself on the edge of her voice: all blade, drenched in honey. 

Okkotsu opens his mouth to speak, but you have a feeling he’ll say the wrong thing. So you quickly tell her your name, that you’re seven, and new. “Please take care of me,” you say. Then you bow. She seems like the type to like that.

She does. She blinks a few times; the tension in her body relaxes. She’s very pretty, like that. Her hair flows behind her back like water. Her skin is unblemished, save for the tiny mark beside her mouth. Pretty, indeed. You tell her so. She preens, just like you expect her to.

You don’t expect it to affect you, but when she steps up to you, lashes fluttering, and clasps your hands together, you melt. Even you have a weakness for pretty girls, you suppose.

“I’m Orimoto Rika. You can call me Rika.” 

Okkotsu sighs in relief, mirth dancing in his eyes.

You smile.

It’s not supposed to be like this. You stare, hands clenched into fists. Something sharp pierces your palms—your nails. It doesn’t matter. What’s one drop of blood to the liters pooling around… around…

You tug on the scarf wrapped around your neck. A slowly tightening noose.

Okkotsu trembles to your right. You hear him whimper her name. His knees shake. You wonder if he’ll collapse, right next to her. The body. 

He doesn’t. 

You’re glad. It would ruin the yellow hoodie you got him. For his birthday. 

Oh God, it’s his birthday.

Okkotsu and Rika are genuinely a joy to be around, you come to find. They take turns pushing you on the swings, and don’t pressure you to spin on the merry-go-round, because they know you get dizzy. They include you in their conversations and go out of their way to make you smile.

Whenever lunch comes, Okkotsu pulls a chair up to your desk so that you can eat together. He slides his snacks over; you peel his oranges for him. Sometimes you talk about cartoons, sometimes you help him with his homework, and sometimes he watches you draw. Other times, he tears a sheet of paper out of his notebook, and you two play games like hang-man, or tic-tac-toe. He rarely wins, but he never gets angry.

He also possesses the uncanny ability to know whenever you need a distraction: quick to ask you a question he already knows the answer to, or to start humming a tune under his breath, or to offer you a flower he plucked from outside. 

For example:

You’re staring at the mystery novel in your lap, swinging your feet back and forth on the bench you’re cooling down on, to little relief. Sweat clings to your skin as you open-mouth pant like a weak little dog. 

It’s summer break, and you, Okkotsu, and Rika met up today at the usual park you guys frequent. Full of neat contraptions and primary colors. Hot reds, electric blues, and canary yellows—making up the joyful, color-clashing nightmare you know all play parks to be. Your friends are somewhere by the sandpit, making a tower with the sand castle molds Okkotsu brought from home. You’d join them, but you’re tired, and don’t feel like getting sand in your hair.

There’s a ton of kids here, with small, grabby hands and gleeful screams and piercing wails whenever one falls and gets a boo-boo. Whistles and bells fill the hot summer air, along with the nonstop drone of the cicadas, croaking their little cicada song. 

Your eyes are trained on the tiny print of your novel, but your brain can’t process the words, so you’re stuck rereading the same paragraph over and over and over. It’s the heat, undoubtedly. Melting your brain into goo. You clutch the paperback and squint, fingers careful not to bend the spine.

A call of your name has you looking up from the text. Okkotsu fills your vision, standing right in front of you—you don’t know how you missed him. “What’s up?” you ask, slotting a bookmark into your book and closing it shut.

He shuffles his feet. His face is flushed red from the sun. “Here,” he says, bringing his arm from behind his back. He’s holding something out to you, you realize after a beat. Your gaze follows the length of his arm to find a tiny little dandelion drooping in his fist. Canary yellow. “I got this for you.”

The first time he pulled this little trick, you stared at him for a solid minute. But this isn’t the first time, so you simply smile. “Thanks, Okkotsu,” you say, opening your palm so he can drop the flower. Somehow, as usual, he knew exactly what you needed.

But he hesitates: his expression wavers until it steels with an emotion you can’t identify. “C-Can I?” 

You blink once, twice. “Can you…?”

Okkotsu stumbles forward, almost falling into your lap, but he steadies himself on your thighs. The harsh chemical scent of sunscreen washes over you, sizzling your nose hairs. You go rigid, as stiff as the park bench digging into your skin, but he presses on, leaning over your shoulder until you feel something small get tucked behind your left ear. “There,” he hums, backing up a bit to admire his work. Admire you. 

Your brain must really be melting. “What,” you stammer out, “What the—”

“Now it’s where it belongs.” There’s a silly little grin on his face. He’s proud of himself. You tell him so. 

“You look nice,” he explains. “Pretty.” 

Moths stir to life in your stomach. You look... He thinks you look pretty?

Okkotsu shakes his head in dismay—like you’re the one not making sense—then talks reallll slow. “Of course you do,” he enunciates, reading your mind. He turns away from the bench, towards the sandpit, where Rika sits on her knees, sculpting a tower. “Now, are you done reading yet? We wanna show you our castle. It’s got a moat, with—with crocodiles! And…”

Without waiting for an answer, he catches your hand and drags you to the sandbox. 

What you don’t tell him is that you keep all the flowers—weeds, really—that he gifts you. Press them in between the pages of a heavyset book and frame them on your bedroom wall, so that when you pass by it, you feel— 

Well, loved.

You’re lucky, you hear someone say as they usher you towards a curb. You let them, because you probably couldn’t make it there on your own. They encourage you to sit, but bending your knees is a no-go. 

You need to stand. 

Lucky, they said. Because you didn’t see it. The collision. 

But you heard it. 

The screech of burning rubber. The snap of child bones. Rika’s last few gasps for air— gargling on her own blood.

Ah, that’s just your overactive imagination at play. All you really heard was an innocuous thud, as your friend’s body hit the ground. After that, you heard nothing.

Nothing at all.

So. Guess you are lucky.

Your friendship with Rika is a lot different than your friendship with Okkotsu. She treats you differently than she treats him.

Well, yeah. Because she likes him, sure. But… it’s almost like… She drops her mask a little when she’s just with you. Or maybe… She just puts on a different one. It’s hard to say. 

“What do you think of this color?” 

Rika hangs off the side of your bed, her long black hair tickling the fibers of your carpet, and she’s holding up a bottle of nail polish to the ceiling light. You look up from the movie collection you’re sifting through, at the polish in question, and squint.

It’s a deep, dark purple, glimmering like a Christmas ornament under the light. 

It’s your first ever sleepover—Rika’s grandma finally gave in to her after, like, a year of complaining— and you think it’s going well. The two of you are doing classic, girly things. Like, painting nails. Rika’ll have to wipe it off before she goes back home, but that won't stop her from painting them now.

“It’s cute. You should pick that one,” you hum, turning back to the stack of DVDs in your hand. Godzilla, Cars, Cars 2, Cars 3… Or maybe she would be down to watch Bambi?

“Do you think Yuuta would like it?” She asks, breaking your contemplation. You turn to face her. She’s asking genuinely—a rarity—picking at the fuzz on her celestial pajamas. A wrinkle’s wormed its way between her brows. 

You shuffle to her side from the floor, dragging your knees up the carpet length to press a thumb between her temples, squashing the worm. She peers at you with curiosity, still upside down. It’s a wonder all the blood hasn’t rushed to her head. But that’s not the point. The point is—

“Of course he’d like it,” you say, flicking her in the forehead. “You know that. Okkotsu’d like you in a fat suit.”

It’s the weight behind your words that stops her from retaliating, jaw going slack as she considers you. Eventually, she nods, smile curving like the Cheshire Cat stuffy perched on your bed.

“He would, wouldn’t he?”

You go back to your DVDs, grip on the plastic covers a little tight. He would.

Rika becomes something like an older sister to you. Only a year and a half older than you, but with the way she’s got you tucked under her wing, you’d think she was much older. You don’t mind though. That’s just Rika. 

And Rika’s Rika. She wants what she wants. Maybe even the whole world. She could probably get that, too. Pretty girls always do. She says that a lot. And it must be true, because she wants Yuuta, and Yuuta wants her too. 

More than anything, you know she wants to be loved. That’s why you’re not surprised when she pulls you aside one day and shows you the ring she stole from her grandmother’s dresser drawer. Her late mother’s. To propose to Okkotsu, she says, for when they get older. So they’ll be together forever.

Of course, you respond. Toss her a closed-mouthed smile. Kids are allowed to dream.

And really, they do seem to be in love. Rika shared her umbrella with him the other day—when it rained and he forgot to bring his own for the walk to school. And he huddled up real close, gray-black eyes sparkling like a raindrop catching the sun.

Love is all around you. 

And you’re content with that. You love and are loved. You will love and will be loved— you’re certain of this, at the ripe age of nine.

(You wonder if love dies when the body does.)

Rika dies on the cusp of spring, a few weeks before the flowers start blooming.

Things aren’t the same after that. 

Well.

In actuality, not much has changed. Life moves on. You don’t think the kids at school liked Rika very much, in retrospect. Not even the adults. They hardly seem torn up about it. 

Your parents do get overprotective, though. They drive you to school for a month. Hire someone to pick you up when the bell rings. Which is stupid. It’s not like Rika was killed on the walk to school. 

She was killed outside a playground. 

There’s a difference.

Okkotsu becomes withdrawn, which confuses you. He seems terrified of his own shadow, nowadays. It doesn’t make sense. Nothing makes sense. The last time you spoke to him was during the funeral, and he barely uttered a few words, then.

Your ma says to give it time. You’re both grieving.

Is that what this is? 

Mourning?

The walk to her grave is long. The soles of your shoes sink into the ground. It rained last night, which makes it harder to walk, which makes this trip harder than it has to be. Your shoes are getting dirty. They’ll be crusted with mud, after this. But it’s alright. These shoes are old.

There’s fresh flowers on her grave: bright yellow stars with mandarin orange bells bursting out the center. Daffodils, you’re pretty sure. You place a bouquet of kingyosou beside them. Goldfish grass. The person at the flower shop advised against the particular flower for a grave—something about its underlying meaning—but they were in the most pretty shade of purple, so. 

You take a seat beside the mound of dirt, fingers twisting in the grass. The cuts on your palms have healed.

“Hey.” 

No sign. Nothing. Not even the wind whistles.

“I painted my nails for you. Not purple, though. I know you’d hate that.”

She would. Rika could be very possessive. Especially over her Okkotsu. 

Maybe that’s why he’s avoiding you, now. To not disturb her memory.

But dead girls can’t get jealous.

By the time you finish talking, the sun has set. You look at the grave one last time. There stands a tombstone with a lackluster message and a flattened mound of dirt. Underneath lies one of your only friends. The other hides from his own shadow.

Your dad hovers nearby, ready to go. But you linger. Eyes bore into the ground, searching for something that will make all of this worth it. 

Violet goldfish swim next to yellow stars, amidst a sea of green. 

But no sign from Rika.

You spin on your heel, hands shoved into your pockets. This was not very helpful. You’re not sure you’re mourning correctly. 

 At least the flowers were pretty. 

Today is not a good day. 

It’s raining. It’s raining, and there is no forgetful Yuuta to squeeze underneath Rika’s polka-dot umbrella while you lead the way home, tip-toeing over puddles. There is no Rika. And there is no Okkotsu. And everything, everything—

You wring your hands, desperate to relieve some tension. 

The school day is over. Kids trickle out of the classroom like water down a drain, as if pulled by some gravitational current. The desire to go home. 

And yet, you stay. Your feet tap the floor, underneath your desk. Raindrops splatter against the window beside you, like—

Like blood. 

Something sour curdles in your stomach. 

You slide out of your chair, make your way to your cubby, but with each step you take, the cubby seems to get further away. But, that’s not right. That defies all logic. You can make it. Okay? You can. Just. One step. 

There. See? Go ahead now. Take another. 

Another. 

Another. 

Somewhere in between five steps and a hundred, your legs stop functioning as they should. Your knees bend inward, and you collapse. 

This… This is pathetic.

Your palms sting as you quietly nurse your hurt. There’s this yawning void in you, sucking and pulling, expanding and collapsing and threatening to take everything with it. This is it. This is your moment. The break-down your parents have been tip-toeing around long before Rika kicked the bucket. A decade’s-long culmination of confusion, of derision, of just barely making the cut pretending to be a happy, wholesome, totally normal child.

You should cry. You want to cry. You blink furiously, waiting for the tears to come. But they don’t come. Why can’t you do anything right?

A soft call of your name startles you into clarity, everything sharpening as your gaze zeros on the trembling frame of a slim boy. And it’s Okkotsu Yuuta. Of course it is. Always walking in on your most vulnerable moments. 

And he’s drenched. Of course he is. Pale as a sheet. Mud-speckled jeans dripping sludge onto pristine white tile. An absolute mess, but then again, so are you. “Are you okay?” he ventures. 

He’s different. It’s obvious. He’s lost a bit of weight, and his complexion is almost sickly. But there’s something else about him that. That’s off. Something you can’t pin down.

You look him up and down, still, despite the staticky beat of your heart. Now’s the time to say something profound.

You point at the ground. “Your shoes are untied.”

Okkotsu looks at you, really looks at you—in that foreboding way he sometimes does—and breaks into a smile. It’s not his usual smile: it’s heavy. There’s a myriad of emotions behind his stupid little smile. Grief; joy; longing; relief.

You burst into tears. 

This—it’s too much. You’d rather he have just left you here to wallow in your own self-pity. What’s the difference? He’s quite good at it: leaving you. 

But he’s curling around your shoulders and rocking you back and forth and it doesn’t matter anymore. He’s here, finally, cold and wet and trying his hardest to burrow into your skin.

“I’m sorry,” he cries, lips grazing the shell of your ear as he pleads for you to forgive him. He smells like wet earth. “I’m sorry,” he repeats, over and over, so that you’ll never forget it; so that it’s sewn into your skin. “I’m sorry.” He’s babbling now, begging for salvation.

Once you feel the Presence enter the classroom, you understand why he’s apologizing. Understand why he’s avoided you so fiercely, until now. 

Your freeze. Every nerve in your body tinged with all-encompassing dread. Not fear, but dread. It’s thick. Intoxicating. Okkotsu’s getting heavy above you, muttering frantic words that you cannot hear. He knew this would happen. Knew She would appear.

She’s the most wicked thing you’ve ever seen, heard, dreamed. A writhing, hulking… form. And you know. Deep down in your belly. 

Rika’s the last thing you’ll ever see. 

She’s long. Muscular and skeletal, with long, finger-like claws and thick, bulging muscles. Pulsing, organ-like tubes extend from her head to her back. And a solemn, inky purple oozes out of her torso. Rika.

Her whole body’s quivering: but with what? Rage? Excitement? Will she enjoy tearing you apart? With her large gaping maw? And her long pointed teeth? 

Will she enjoy tearing you limb for limb? Or sinking her teeth into your flesh?

Maybe she’ll lap at your puddling blood like a dog in a stream. Or maybe she’ll just swallow you whole. It’d be less messy, that way.

Yuuta’s still cradling you. His tremors run through you—so, in a way, you are shaking. That’s something. Little girls who are about to die should probably be shaking. 

“Yuuta,” you say plainly. His name is sweet on your tongue, but he reeks of death. Thoughtlessly, your hand slides to the floor, seeking his, and he accepts it, flipping yours over to clutch it in a death grip. Your thumb swipes over his, back and forth, as she approaches. “It’s not your fault.”

It’s no one’s, really.

Sometimes little girls just die.

Yuuta’s grip tightens impossibly. “You’re not gonna die,” he tells you. “I won’t let you.”

She’s close, now. Still buzzing with the unidentifiable emotion. If she can even feel things like emotions.

You eye the clock hanging above the chalkboard. It’s a quarter past three. “Right.” The urge to cry’s come back in full force. “I don’t—I don’t wanna die,” you admit.

You won’t, he promises. You know he means it. He probably plans on jumping in front of you at the last second like an idiot. 

 But this.

This isn’t fair.

You detangle your limbs from Yuuta and rise from the floor on unsteady legs, ignoring your friend’s protests. He’s obviously in over his head on how to deal with his murderous, undead ex-girlfriend. But you’ve always understood her in ways he didn’t. You’ve got to come through. 

“Rika.”

She’s looming over you now. Her jaw’s unhinged even farther, flecks of spittle flying from her mouth and landing on your cheek. You breathe in through your nose. It’s Rika. Just Rika. You two are just girls, sitting atop your bed, discussing your favorite movies and insecurities and all the things she’ll never get to do when she grows up. She’s holding a bottle of polish to the light, lips curved in a coy smile.

“Purple suits you,” you say, looking at her tail. “I’ll… I’ll paint your nails. Later. To match.“

It’s stupid.

It works.

She stops. Snarls, and reaches a hand toward you. You don’t flinch; stand eerily still as she drags a sharp claw down your cheek. 

And you look good in red—is what she’s thinking. You know this, because you know her, and you loved her and… Maybe she loved you too.

Then she leaves.

Yuuta barrels into you: checking your hands, your arms, your face. You stiffen under his touch, overwhelmed with this casual intimacy that’s quickly developing between the two of you. But he’s on a mission, brushing your hair out of your face and fluttering his hands over your neck and your brain has gone mute. He pauses. The pad of his thumb hovers over your cheek as he swallows. When he lifts his thumb to examine it, it’s stamped with your blood. 

His pupils are blown out, and his irises have darkened from gray-black to just black, so his eyes are practically two black holes. They flicker from his thumb to you before he lifts it slowly to his… to his— 

You smack his hand off its path. “You’re… you’re crazy,” you marvel. You’re both in shock. That’s why he just—

He catches your wrist easily, shooting back an even easier retort. “And? So are you,” he says, tugging on your wrist. Pulls you into him, pulls on the thread of your being and unspools you—like he’s a black hole himself, and you can’t—you can’t deny him when he brushes his thumb underneath your eye and brings it to his mouth. You let out a watery laugh.

It’s a wonder Rika hasn’t come back to kill you.

But she hasn’t and you’re still here, and so is he, and his black hole eyes are boring into yours, waiting, waiting for a response.

“She’s attached to you, you know,” you say.

He swallows again. Mournfully; a sinner, seeking forgiveness from God. “That’s why I…” 

“Why you ran away.” 

“Yeah.”

Silence.

“Where do we go from here?” 

His hand slips into yours. It’s becoming uncomfortably easy for him to do that. 

“Wherever you go, I go.”

There he goes again, silly boy, casually making oaths to any girl who’s nice to him.

It’s gonna get him killed someday. 

Because love kills. 

You know this, at the ripe age of nine. 

(But, love also saves. So. It all balances out.)

Yuuta softens, gradually, in your hold. He unspools himself from you and returns with your backpack and coat in his arms. Holds the arms of the coat out and helps you slide in. Grabs your hand again and leads you outside, into the rain. 

Neither of you have an umbrella. But that’s okay. 

The pitter-patter of the rain is deafening. Can’t even hear yourself think. But Yuuta is patient with you. He guides you gently over the puddles, intimately aware of your fastidiousness.

It’s okay, you think, as you step over muck.

Things are okay.

Yuuta still smells of wet earth, and still reeks of death, and still reminds you of flowers. But that’s okay, too. 

You wipe your face with your free hand, sticky with dried tears and demon drool and blood, and let the rain wash over you.  

So, yes. 

You know what love is:

It’s cold clammy hands curled around your little fist. It’s a raincoat buttoned all the way up for you when your stubby fingers fumble on the clasps. It’s a pale little boy with eyes that suck in all the light in the world. 

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this was a doozy so puh-lease consider reblogging thx bye!! // tagging: @anemptypuddingcup <33

[webbluvrsugar]

you asked for requests and you shall recieve my baby!

i’m obsessed with the idea of ethan x popular!bimbo! reader. she’s always dressed to the nines, loves pink, smells so sweet and he’s just so obsessed with her

a/n: omg!!! yesyesyes, Ethan would sooooo freak out with a bimbo r!! and also ty so much, saved my life T-T

Ethan Landry and his pretty bimbo girlfriend!

Ethan never truly understood what he did to deserve you.

Seriously, he just didn't get it.

He was only a nerd, a geek obsessed with horror movies, a mundane overshadowed guy — if you don't count the massive killing he does at night — he's just a normal person, some would even say boring.

And you... you're everything. You're popular, always circled by a big group of friends, always wearing pretty pink little outfits, always wearing large heels that sometimes get you taller than him, and honestly, he doesn't mind it, he stands proudly next to you when you're walking with him, likes it when your hair flies all over his face and he can scent the mix of sweets you put on as perfume today, likes to identify if you're wearing strawberry or passionfruit - but sometimes, he can tell which one by your outfits.

Plus, he's a good boyfriend, he doesn't think he's all that but you always tell him so when honestly he's just doing the bare minimum to keep a girl like you. He holds your hair out of the way when you're eating so it doesn't get stuck in your gloss, he holds your hand when going up the stairs so you don't fall, he makes sure your makeup is removed after you've had too many drinks so you don't complain the next day, and truthfully, he likes this lifestyle.

How couldn't he? He's obsessed with you.

Obsessed with the cheerful smiles, the pink lipstick stains on his neck, the way you laugh, the way you bounce on him and make his eyes roll back like he's the best dick you've ever had, the way you leave rings of lipstick on the base of his cock, the way you kiss him in front of everyone just to make him blush.

But especially, he likes it when you're a brat, when you cry and shout and act pissed at him, just for the pleasure of pinning you on those sheets, pulling your hair and give you what you've been wanting all day.

"If — if you wanted dick, y´could´ve said so," he grinds into you slowly, the same loving way he shows you affection off bed. "No need to be a bitch." he grunts, pace quickening as he shoves your head down on the sheets.

"I'll always give you what you need, hm?"

And sometimes, he even believes he's a good boyfriend.

[msgexymunson]

Shotgun

Description: you're on a camping trip with your two friends, and the scariest guy from school: Eddie Munson. A few beers and some weed change the way you look at him however. Maybe he's not so scary after all. Cocky, oh yes, but not scary. Especially the way your legs start to squeeze together at the sight of him. But, does he like you, or is this some cruel game to play on the innocent band geek? 

A/n: do I have 10 WIPs? Yes. Do I have requests I'm working on? Also yes. So logically, I started a one shot from a smutty dream I had, that turned into a freaking long one. Enjoy!

Warnings: NSFW, Minors DNI or I'll feed you to the fishes. Very smutty, a bit of angst, hella fluff! Reader is AFAB, cocky!experienced!Eddie x Virgin!band geek!fem!reader, very slight dub con in the beginning (touching over panties, explicit consent not given), female fingering receiving, dry humping, female oral receiving, p in v protected sex. 

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"You know you guys can't handle this shit!" 

Eddie laughs, nearly spilling the beer cradled in his hand. 

Steve rolls his eyes, chucking his beer top into the campfire you guys had set up for the evening, the paint sparking briefly. 

"Come on Munson, pass it round, quit being a bitch." 

"Yeah Eddie, share the love!" 

Robin giggles as she clutches her chest dramatically. Shaking your head, you shift uncomfortably on the ground. It's not that you haven't been around this sort of stuff before, people you weren't too keen on have smoked once in your company. It wasn't even a moral thing, you were just a little scared of the effect. That, and the fact you were sitting right next to Eddie Munson. 

Eddie, the guy you've literally been frightened of since you saw him leaping on tables in the cafeteria. That was some time ago, and Robin had assured you he was a good guy. You trusted her judgement completely, hence why you'd even considered going camping with the three of them for the weekend. It didn't help the fact that you were just a band geek, not used to these sorts of get togethers. Hell, your closest friends played chess for fun. This was so out of your comfort zone that you felt like a deer in headlights. Only a week ago you had your first beer, at 21; the proper age. Now you were sucking back a brew in the woods at night, sitting next to the drug dealer of the area. 

It could just be the beer talking, but Eddie looks good right now. Every time he shook his mane of hair out of his face it had you biting your lip. He threw his head back when he laughed and the sight of that stretched neck of his had you clenching your thighs, feelings bubbling up that you'd never felt before. 

So when his hand reached out and his fingertips grazed you, a blunt pressed between his thick ringed fingers, you gasped, pulling your hand away as if it had been burned. 

"Come on, take it." 

Your tongue feels thick and swollen, sticking to the roof of your mouth. Words. Think of words. 

"Can't you, erm, pass it the other way?" 

"No, it always goes to the left sweetheart." 

Sweetheart.

Glad the low light hides your blazing cheeks at the pet name, you dip your eyes downward for fear of them exposing you. You played the flute for Christ's sake. This was not your thing. 

"I-I, well, I-" 

"You not smoked before?"

Robin's voice cuts through the myriad of noises in your head, making you turn violently. 

"I just, I never-" 

"Look at me." 

Those words from him sing through your nerves, making you forget any thought you had, or anticipated. As you turn, Eddie's dark eyes bore into you. 

"You trust me?" 

No. A thousand times no.

"Yes." 

"Come here." 

He shifts and gets up on his knees, joint pressed between pouting lips as he lights it again, the cherry blazing almost as hot as your blood right now. You mimic his movements, rising on shaky thighs to kneel in front of him. 

"Right, I'm gonna take a pull, and blow the smoke, when I breathe out, you breathe in, 'kay?" 

His words are sweet, and a little condescending, an edge of talking down that just stirs up your insides further, guts a puddle. 

"Okay." 

He cups his hands to his face, gesturing for you to do the same. Raising your shaking hands, you touch them delicately with his. He flips his hands so they are on the outside, cupping yours, pushing them together with a lot more force than you did. 

He's close, so close. Your breath hitches in your throat, those deep eyes a couple of inches from yours. Heat radiates from his body, your skin itching almost from its blistering warmth. That could just be from the fire. Or the fire in between your legs. 

He smells good. There's weed there, sure, and the beer you've all been drinking, and some aftershave you couldn't place, maybe bergamot? An undercurrent lies beneath it all, of man and skin, that makes your toes curl. 

He breathes into you then, the swirling smoke trying to escape your cupped hands. 

You inhale deeply, focusing on the feel of Eddie's rough hands, on his touch. You breathe in until there's nothing left and hold it. His eyes don't leave yours, sparkling in the fire light. 

The exhale hurts more. Breathing out smoke, you revel in the fact you didn't cough or startle. The feeling of him letting go of your hands is far worse. 

A ringing, whooping noise finally reaches your ears, between the sound of your own blood pumping. Robin and Steve are cheering like morons, but your gaze doesn't leave Eddie. 

"There you go. Good girl." 

Damn. 

A sharp intake of breath pulls into your lungs and straight to your heat. The pure shock and desire those two words drew from you have you dropping backwards, butt slamming into the pine needle dusted ground. 

"Hey you OK?" Robin's hand on your shoulder distracts you briefly and you flash a weak smile. 

"Sure, just went to my head a little, I'm good." 

Eddie's hand reaches over you, passing the blunt to Robin. You dare not look him in the eye, fearful that everything you felt was written all over your innocent face. Out of your periphery, you can tell he's facing you. Suddenly the fire was extremely interesting. 

Robin has a couple of tokes, and tries a third when Steve waves at her. 

"Quit hogging it!" 

"OK, don't get your panties in a twist!" Passing it to Steve with a loud huff, he takes it and breathes deep. And promptly coughs his guts out. 

Robin and Eddie cackle, and even you can spare a giggle at the irony. 

"Told you Harrington. Even the little band cutie took it better than you!" 

"Fuck off Munson." 

Hell, he knows who I am. And he called me cute.

This is Eddie. Scary, metal head, drug dealer Eddie. Eddie who all of a sudden stirs your insides up and makes your head dizzy. Eddie who you now realise is actually goddamn gorgeous. 

Eddie takes a hit and turns to you. 

"You wanna try smoking it sweetheart?" 

Heart hammering in your ribs, you manage to speak. 

"C-can you do, that thing, again?" 

His smile is dipped in sin as he scoots nearer to you, and you copy him. Suddenly this seems more intimate, sitting on the ground, twisting to face each other, inches away. He takes a hit and holds it, gesturing at you to lean closer. The way he tilts his head, you could almost believe he's going to kiss you. This time, he cups your face, blowing smoke at you. It's so close his lips brush yours ever so softly. 

You're not sure if your inhale was intentional or a shocked gasp, but in the smoke goes. 

Did he mean to do that? 

One look into his eyes tells you yes. There's a cockiness to his grin, the devil dancing across his face. 

So, did he do it because he likes you, or is he just messing with you? Only Eddie knows the answer to that. 

You exhale, less than an inch from his full lips. Time stops. That is until Steve and his loud mouth break the spell. 

"Come on, get a room you guys!" He practically yells, throwing a twig in your direction. 

You snap your head away from Eddie and stare at Steve with wild eyes. 

"I-I wasn't, we- we weren't-" 

"We weren't? Well, that's a damn shame."

As you glance back at Eddie he's leaning on propped up elbows, looking so sure of himself that it's annoying, bordering on making you angry. 

Cheeks flooding with warmth, your mouth forms words without checking with your brain first. 

"Y-you know what you are Eddie?" 

He tilts his head at you, still smirking, and gestures a hand willing you to continue. 

"A cocky mother fucker." 

The grin falls from his face as he looks at you in shock. Robin and Steve practically piss themselves laughing at your sudden outburst. 

"Shit Eddie you better watch out!" Robin laughs out. 

"Yeah, that kitty's got claws dude." Steve agrees. 

Embarrassed at your own words, you risk glancing at Eddie. You were expecting him to be upset, angry even. That's not the case; he looks impressed. 

"Shit, yeah, I can see that. Didn't know you had it in you sweetheart." 

Smiling to yourself, you stretch your legs and wiggle your feet. You impressed him. Your turn for a smug smile. 

Pretty soon the high starts to settle in; a warmth seeps through your bones and a tingle spreads from your head into your body. It feels like you're quivering whilst sitting still. Steve offers you another beer but you turn it down, well aware that being too foggy right now would be a bad idea. Especially since Eddie has been creeping closer. Now you're side by side, hips so close any time he moves he brushes against you. 

The fire dies down, turning to embers. The beer coat has vanished, leaving you shivering. Steve and Robin are already under a blanket; you can see Robin's eyes are close to closing. 

"You ok there sweetheart? Cold?" 

"I-I'm O-OK." 

"No you aren't, you're shaking." 

Without a further word he's taking off his jacket and putting his arm firmly around you. Whatever space there was between you has melted away, sides now flush. 

You could say the same for your face. This may well be the closest you've been to a boy. Well, a man. He drapes the jacket over the pair of you, covering your crossed legs and his lap, and rubs his hand smoothly up and down your arm to warm you. Little does he know how much he's warming your insides, each stroke sending a buzzing desire through your limbs. 

Steve's chatting away; yet another story about Dustin spilling from his lips when you feel Eddie's other hand snaking underneath the jacket, coming to rest on your thigh. 

Eyes wide, you flick your gaze towards him. 

"What are you doing?" You whisper urgently. 

"Just warming you up sweetheart." 

He says it so sweetly, yet it belies the movements of his hand, moving further up your leg to run soft circles just underneath the hem of your skirt. 

You can't hear a word Steve is saying, unable to concentrate on anything but Eddie's touch and the whooshing blood in your ears. No one had ever touched you like this, not once.  

Robin's shrill voice breaks through the fizzing in your head; once again her and Steve are arguing over something. You might have heard Vickie being mentioned but you can't be sure. 

Eddie's hand trails higher, within reach of your panties. Breath catching in your throat, you mean to admonish him but all that comes out is a breathy noise. 

"Eddie…" 

He rests his chin on your shoulder, hot breath fanning your ear. 

"You want me to stop?" 

You don't answer, you can't. You're frozen, unable to move, unable to make a sound lest a moan escape your lips. 

He wouldn't dare, not with Steve and Robin here, would he?

He would. 

Eddie runs a finger gently down the front of your panties. The softest touch, a whisper of a thing. Then he does it again, up and down, pressing the cotton of your briefs into your private parts. 

You can feel your insides fluttering, a burning settling between your legs, being stoked by every barely there touch. Suddenly, he presses down on something that has you softly whimpering and clenching at nothing. A tingle shoots down your legs to the tips of your toes. 

You hear a small noise; it's Eddie chuckling in his throat. It snaps you out of your frozen state and you move to get up. 

"I'm going to bed guys." 

Standing abruptly, you let Eddie's jacket fall from you as he scrambles to keep it over his own lap. 

You turn to your tent and hear Steve and Robin wish you goodnight, and mumble about going to bed soon too. 

"Night guys!" 

"Want any company sweetheart?" 

There he is, sitting with that arrogant look on his face. 

"Goodnight, Eddie." 

You say it firmly, even though your resolve is as substantial as tissue paper. Stomping over to your tent, you turn on your camp light and sit on your double inflatable bed, hugging your knees. 

Now that you're alone you realise how much that weed affected you. You feel airy, light as a feather, fingers and toes still tingling. 

It must be the drugs. 

You focus on the reality of the situation. You just let some guy touch you down there. Eddie Munson touched you over your panties. 

So why weren't you scared? Or angry at him? It's not like he asked. The fact is that  no one's done anything like that to you before, and it felt incredible. Left you aching for more. That thought was making you more frightened than anything else. 

You listen to the group slowly pad their way off to bed, rustles of clothing, mumbled 'goodnights', and tent zips. 

To the left of your tent was the huge six berth Steve had brought for him and Robin. It was fancy, you assume he 'borrowed' it from his parents. On the cusp of hearing there was bickering. You don't know how Robin and Steve became friends, or how they maintained it since they acted like an old married couple most of the time, but it seemed to work. After a few minutes soft snores echoed from the two of them. 

No sound comes from the other side, where Eddie had pitched a little coffin tent. You wonder if he's still sitting by the dying embers of the fire. He's probably smoking. 

Stop thinking about him.

You undress, only pulling an oversized t-shirt on to sleep in since your big sleeping bag is so warm. You'd bought a double one with your birthday money last year because you hated feeling restricted. It was a luxury but with all the camping you did it just made sense. Snuggling into its spacious depths, you attempt to quiet the raging hormones coursing through your veins. 

God, why is he so annoying and smug? It burned you up, but you couldn't deny how much it turned you on. 

You slide your hand between your legs, pressing hard to try and quench the fire. He did something, you're sure of it. This wasn't natural for you, movements unsure and bordering on clumsy. When you run your finger through your naked folds you whimper, and see how wet you are. Gasping, you explore further, and find that spot, a hidden nub that sends a bolt of lightning to your core. 

"Oh fuck," you breathe out in a moan, starting to rub up and down. 

"You alright in there sweetheart?" 

Oh shit, he's right outside the tent. Was he there the whole time? 

"Yeah, what do you want?" 

"I'm cold, can I come in?" 

No.

"Y-yeah." 

He unzips the tent and enters, crouching to accommodate his height. Closing the tent up, he takes in his surroundings, letting out a low whistle. 

"Pretty sweet set up you've got here, your folks rich or something?" 

"No, I just do a lot of camping with the troop." 

"Huh?" He looks confused, falling to his knees to look you in the eyes. 

"The girl scouts, I volunteer as a leader." 

The laughter that comes from him is loud and rich. 

"Fuck, you got that little innocent act down don't you?" 

It's your turn to look confused. 

"What on earth are you talking about Eddie?" 

He scoffs at you, clearly not buying it. 

"The cute little band geek thing, helping out with girl scouts. Shit, the whole 'can you do that thing again?' " He mimics your words from earlier and you flush crimson. 

"Eddie, I honestly don't know what you're going on about. I never smoked before, I hadn't even had a beer before my 21st last week. I've never even- no one's done what you did, outside." 

Eddie's jaw may as well be on the floor. 

"You're fucking with me." 

You shake your head, lips pressed tight. 

"Well, now I feel like an asshole." He huffs out, rubbing the back of his neck, clearly embarrassed. 

"Well maybe you should, you never asked." 

"I'm sorry, I just- I thought you were one of those freaky band kids. You kept looking at me like you were gonna eat me alive, I thought I was in for a rough night." He laughs, shooting a gaze at you. 

"Well you thought wrong." You turn your head, arms crossed firmly over your chest. 

"I'll go if you want. Want me to leave?" 

Yes. 

"No." 

A smile spreads slowly across his face, and he inches closer to you on his hands and knees, palms splayed on the foot of your air bed. 

"So, you want me to stay?" 

"No." 

"So… should I sleep in the doorway?"

A fair question, considering your answer. You laugh, looking back at him. His smile is softer, much less mocking. It's sweet almost, sanding down your rough edges. 

"Yeah, you can be my bodyguard. Protect me from bears and mountain lions and stuff." 

He chuckles and climbs over; you lay back on instinct, further away. Leaning right over you, his face is an inch from yours, hair tickling your cheek. 

"You know, I could protect this beautiful body of yours better if I was in the sleeping bag with you." 

"You don't give up, do you?" You whisper into his skin, sounding braver than you felt. 

"It was the sweet and innocent thing, did me in." 

He plants a soft kiss to your cheek, brushing your skin, and another, to the corner of your mouth that makes you shiver. 

"Tell me to stop." 

"Eddie, kiss me." 

His mouth is on your then, hot and heavy, tongue begging at your bottom lip. You give him an inch and he takes a mile, tongue sliding against yours with practised movements. Not expecting the full force of his kiss, you suddenly realise you're moaning into his mouth, hands coming to wind into his loose locks. 

He breaks away, chuckling at the way you chase his lips. 

"You know, you don't kiss like a good girl." 

Merely whining in response, you try to catch your breath. 

"So, can I get in the sleeping bag? I'm freezing out there." 

"Fine, just, no funny business." You point your finger at him, gasping when he licks it long and slow. 

"Nothing you don't want me to do." He winks, and pulls his t-shirt over his head. 

"What are you doing?" 

He ignores you, pulling his socks off and  unbuttoning his jeans. 

"I'm getting undressed. Why, expect me to sleep in my jeans?" 

You merely screw your nose up in response. Stripped down to his boxers, he clambers his lithe body onto the sleeping bag with you, all elbows and knees. Sighing, you move over to accommodate him but he wraps his arms around you. 

"Eddie, what-" 

"I'm cold sweetheart, just, warm me up a little?" 

Your heart is hammering in your ribcage with the realisation that you're entirely out of control of this situation. You allow him to hold you, and hesitantly rest your arm over him. Your head is snuggled into his neck, feeling more comfortable than you had any right to be. 

"Eddie, your legs are freezing." 

"I know! I wasn't lying, my sleeping bag's shitty." 

He pushes his thigh between yours, and you remember a split second too late that you're not wearing any bottoms. Suddenly, his bare thigh is pressed against your naked heat. You're praying to any Gods that might be listening that he doesn't notice, attempting to stay as still as possible. 

He's warming up slowly, but you're stiff as a post, trying not to focus on his thigh and the slight pressure it's putting on your most delicate parts. 

"So, you gonna tell me what you were doing sweetheart?" 

"What?" You whisper into the soft skin of his neck.

"Well, I came out of my tent to see if you were still awake, and imagine my surprise when I heard moaning." 

"N-no, I wasn't!" 

"Quit lying, I can feel your cunt on my leg." 

You nearly choke on your own saliva. 

"Eddie, you can't just say that!"

You hit him on the chest. He just laughs, dragging your little fist to his mouth to kiss it. 

"I can when you're soaking my leg." 

Opening your mouth to respond, all words escape you. Especially when he grinds his thigh against your folds. Instead of words, a whimper breaks from your lips. 

"Yeah? That good sweetheart?" 

The smugness is back, but you can't find it in you to care, not when he rocks his hips and the force of his leg sets loose a roll of pleasure. He's hard, it's pressing into your hip. 

A lean arm curls around you, his thick thumb finding its way to your chin to lift it upwards. You stare into his darkened eyes as they dart to your lips and back up. 

All resolve is dissolved like ash in the rain as you feel the intensity of his stare and the warmth of him between your thighs. You crash your lips to his desperately, hips chasing friction. When his heavy tongue slips into your mouth you respond in kind, needy and vigorous. 

He takes his thigh away and you huff at the loss, but it's not for long, not when that hand of his is stroking down your front, lightly massaging your hardened nipples and chasing down to your stomach. He cups your mound, one finger pushing down on your swollen nub. 

"Eddie." 

It's a whimper, a plea into his open mouth. Responding by biting your bottom lip softly, he dips his finger lower, circling your entrance gently. His finger slips inside then and you clench around it immediately, moaning at the foreign feeling. It's odd, yes, but it's so good that you cry out. 

"Gotta be quiet sweetheart, don't want anyone hearing me fuck you with my fingers." 

His crude words are peppering your insides with fire, the evidence of your arousal seeping out of you. Humming in response, you bite your lip, clinging desperately to his side. 

He slowly pumps his finger in and out, watching your face. You're slick jawed, eyebrows knitted tight, hips rolling with each thrust of his hand. 

"Fuck you're so tight, can barely fit my finger in." 

"Eddie, no one's ever-" 

"Shhh, I fuckin' know sweetheart. Gonna make you feel really good. Just enjoy it." 

He curls his finger inside you, incessantly stroking at something that's making your legs tense up and your insides flutter around him, the heel of his hand flat and hard against that spot again. 

"Oh my God!" You whisper urgently, fingernails digging into his sides. 

"I know baby, feels good yeah?" 

"Uh huh" you manage to breathe out as your eyes squeeze shut. 

The pressure collating in your tummy is building and building as he speeds up, finger reaching deep inside. It releases, and flows from you, wave after wave crashing down and washing away everything but Eddie. 

You muffle your cries of pleasure in the skin of Eddie's chest, resisting the urge to clamp your teeth into his flesh.

As you come down, he releases his digit with a wet sucking sound that probably would have made you embarrassed five minutes ago, but now it's just inconsequential. 

"Still with me?" He asks softly as he hugs you close. 

"Barely" You mumble; he chuckles at your reply. 

He rolls you on top of him, moving your legs so you're straddling him. His hard on is pressing firmly into your privates, your slick dampening the front of his boxers immediately. 

"Eddie, I'm not- I can't have sex with-" 

"Sweetheart, you trust me?" 

Yes. 

"No."

There's that look again, that edge of mocking that isn't making you annoyed anymore, it's making you want to pull his underwear down and slip him inside of you. 

"I'm not gonna fuck you. Not unless you want me to. Relax sweetheart." 

His hands are on your ass, moving you against him to grind on his rock hard bulge. Your eyes widen, the friction so much better than his thigh. 

He lets out a stifled moan, and damn if it isn't the best noise you've heard in your life. 

His hands trail under your shirt as you take over moving against him, feeling the shape of him under you. Tugging at the hem, he looks up at you with pleading eyes. 

"Can I- can I take this off?" 

All feelings of modesty have fled and you whip your shirt over your head and fling it across the tent. 

"Fuck, look at you." 

Leaning forward he takes your nipple into his mouth and rolls his tongue around and around. 

"Eddie, oh Holy fuck!" 

Your movements become faster and sloppy, so he grabs you by the hips to slow you down. 

"You know what I think?" He says, in between wet open mouthed kisses to your breasts, "I think you are a freak. You just didn't know it yet." He chuckles darkly, and sucks hard at one of your nipples. 

Your moan is loud and bordering on pornographic as you rut yourself against him harshly, all pretence of keeping quiet forgotten as your stomach tightens again in thick knots of pleasure. 

"Oh Eddie, I'm- I'm gonna cum oh fuckfuckfuck!" 

It all undoes at once as you release and clench around nothing, pussy throbbing with ecstasy. The bones in your body seem to disintegrate, muscles a distant memory as you flop against him. 

Eddie's not done. 

"Come on sweetheart, just a little longer." 

He encourages your hips to move again as you lay on his chest, skin glowing with perspiration. You can only grunt in response and start grinding against him again, the feeling so intense it has you clenching your teeth with pleasure pain. 

"That's it, fuck, I'm so close. There's my good girl, just, oh shit, little more." 

His praise bubbles through you and you speed up to meet his rutting hips, your slick sticking to the tops of your thighs. 

"Feel so good sweetheart, oh shit!" 

Lifting your head, you do it just in time to watch Eddie's eyes screw shut, mouth panting open with pleasure as he holds your hips in a death grip. His cheeks and neck are flushed, the vein in his neck pulsing. You press your lips to it softly, leaving feather dusted kisses over his neck and jaw as he comes down from his glowing high. 

"Holy shit." He laughs into you, kissing the top of your head over your hair. 

"Indeed" your reply is breathless as you melt into his front, attempting to ignore the stickiness. 

"As much as I'm enjoying you naked on top of me, I need to, er-" He gestures vaguely at himself with one hand. For a minute you think he's just going to go, but instead he wriggles out of the sleeping bag and whips his boxers down. 

You sit back on your heels, mouth agape as he casually cleans his spend with his underwear, wiping at the matted pubic hair. He's big; you could feel him under you but now you're faced with it you fear your eyes may bug out of your head. 

Glancing down, you can see some of his cum escaped its fabric confinement; a few drops glisten on your lower abdomen. Curiosity gets the better of you as you gather it on your fingers to feel the consistency, rubbing it between thumb and forefinger. It's stickier than you thought. You bring your thumb to your mouth and suck the excess off. It's salty, and strange, but not unpleasant exactly. 

When your eyes meet again Eddie looks awestruck, staring at you with the queerest expression on his face. 

Embarrassed at being caught, you hide your hand behind your back as if scolded. 

"Sorry, was that wrong?" 

"No, fuck no," he chuckles, looking away, "just have to stop looking at me like that sweetheart." 

"Why?" 

"Hell, 'cause you're making me hard again." 

"Oh." 

You shyly put your head down and settle back down in the sleeping bag's warmth. To your amazement Eddie gets in with you. 

"What are you doing?" 

"I thought you said I could stay? Or you had enough of me?" 

"N-no, I just… well, you're naked." 

He laughs hard at that. 

"So are you." 

Nothing about this seems to phase him, but your mind is swirling around and around. You'd just had your first orgasms ever, and now you're going to be sleeping naked with a man. With Eddie Munson.  

He's so much warmer now, skin hot to the touch. Hesitantly, you rest your hand on his chest. He pulls you close, picking up your little camp light with the other hand, fiddling with it briefly before offering it to you. 

"Can you switch this thing off?" 

You reach and press the button, plunging you both into darkness. 

"Night sweetheart." 

"Night Eddie." 

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Early morning light wakes you, filtering through the tent fabric, coating everything in a warm glow. 

Eddie is still here, laying on his back, snoring softly with you cuddled to his chest. You'd hate to admit it, but you were glad. Glad he didn't run off in the night. Glad that last night had actually happened and wasn't just your over active imagination playing some cruel joke. 

Laying there, feeling the rhythm of his breathing, you take a second to really think. 

What was actually happening? A part of you is frightened; scared that maybe Eddie sees your virginity as a challenge. Maybe that's why he stayed? You were staying another night after all. Or maybe this is a little holiday romance, something to keep him occupied whilst he's away. You'd had one before at band camp; nothing serious, just kisses and cuddles and radio silence on your return. 

What were Robin and Steve going to say? You contemplated waking him up right now to sneak him back to his own tent, but that thought went straight out the window when you caught the sound of their tent being unzipped. 

A soft bash to your tent startles you and makes Eddie snort himself awake. 

"Hey guys I'm making coffee! Come and join us!" 

Robin sings out and walks away to fuss over the fire it sounds like. 

Oh Holy shit balls. Hey guys?? She knew Eddie was here. And if she knew, Steve knew. 

Eddie smirks down at you as you stare at him with wild panic in your eyes. 

"Guess our little secret is out sweetheart." 

Before you can say a word he's unzipping the sleeping bag and fumbling about for his jeans, slipping them clumsily onto his legs. 

"Eddie!" You whisper urgently. He just chuckles. 

"What, want me to cut a hole in the back of the tent? Tunnel out?" 

He's got a point. 

"Eddie, please just don't-" 

"Hey, I ain't one to kiss and tell, relax." 

Before you can say another word he's perching a cigarette in between his plump lips and making his way out of the tent. 

Fuck. 

You pull on your clothes hastily, a skirt and t-shirt, and slide on your sneakers, attempting to untangle some of the messy bed head that had been created during the night. 

It's now or never. 

You exit the tent, attempting to look as casual about it as you can. 

"Morning guys." 

Steve smiles at you. 

"Howdy cowgirl." 

"Hi?" 

You return his greeting, utterly confused, but by the sound of Robin shushing him violently and Eddie coughing on his cigarette you can only assume he meant something by that which went over your head. Robin breaks the tension, talking a mile a minute. 

"Hey sleepy head! You want a coffee? I just made it over the fire. Crazy! I know it took forever. It'll wake you up. Not that you need waking up you're up and about and it's early! It's not like you had a long night. Well you might have how would I know anyway here's your coffee!!" 

Seems you might have gotten a little loud, why else would Robin be breaking the sound barrier? You don't say a thing, just smile gratefully and take your coffee, entirely avoiding Eddie's eyes, and try to wish the blood away from your darkening cheeks. 

"So, we thought we might have a swim in the lake in a couple hours when it's warmer, you in?" 

Steve asks and you nod, aware your voice right now is not to be trusted. 

So, after a little breakfast and small talk about the cold last night, which you put a particular emphasis on to try and explain away your little situation, you all go and change into your swimwear. 

In your tent you lay out your usual one piece, the plain black one you always wear with the troop, and the other set. The bikini you bravely bought but never wore, deeming it far too skimpy for camp. But this wasn't girl scouts. 

God damn he's already seen me naked, come on, be brave. 

Skimpy number it is. You wear it underneath your clothes and grab a towel and a book, readying yourself to join the others. 

Eddie and Steve walk ahead, talking obnoxiously loud; something you're quite glad of. At least they aren't whispering about you. 

Robin walks side by side with you, practically vibrating. 

"Just, whatever you wanna say, say it before you explode." 

The voice that exits her mouth is so high pitched you're surprised dogs didn't start barking. 

"You had sex with Eddie Munson!" 

"I did not!" 

"Totally did, we saw you!" 

You stop in your tracks, mouth hanging open.

"What the fuck Robin!" 

"Sorry, we didn't actually like, see you see you, we saw your shadows, 'cause of the light in your tent." 

"We- I- I mean, we didn't, like, have sex, we just- did something else." You settle at lamely. 

"Are you going to? He really likes you." 

You scoff at that, continuing your walk. 

"He's just trying to get in my pants, take my virginity. I doubt he'll even talk to me after." 

Robin's hand shoots out to grab your arm. 

"Oh, you don't know, do you?" 

Feeling utterly confused, you turn to face her. 

"What are you going on about?" 

"Eddie likes you, he had a crush on you in high school. He was the one that suggested inviting you and nearly killed me when I actually did." 

Your world turns sideways in your mind; everything is upside down, thoughts smashed, memories cut to ribbons in their wake.

"Huh? How- what?" 

"He was telling Steve like a week ago, I was listening in and opened my mouth as per usual. I tried to tell you, remember?" 

You rack your brains trying to come up with answers when a light bulb switches in your head. 

"Hang on, you said Eddie wanted me to go before, didn't you? I honestly thought you were just joking with me, I didn't think he knew who I was!" 

You reach the tree line and see the two boys a little further on, just on the tiny beach leading to the lake, stripping off their clothes. 

"But he was so- so sure of himself!" 

"Oh he's always like that. Pretty sure it's an act, he's actually super sweet when you get to know him." 

You look up and stare at Eddie in his swim shorts. He'd been naked last night, but with the low light and distraction of seeing his privates for the first time you hadn't had the opportunity to really look at him all over. 

He was lean and tall, but there was a broadness to his shoulders and a sinew to his muscles that made him stand out. Tattoos littered his frame, more than you thought he had but the detail was lost at this distance. You were walking closer, still staring at him, when he captures you. Smiling that smug grin of his he holds his arms out as if on display. 

"See something you like sweetheart?" 

On the edge of shying away, you look down; but then you remember Robin's words. He's the one with the crush on you. Feeling a little braver, bolstered by that thought, you walk closer, a couple of feet away from him, and stop. 

"You look really good Eddie." 

Pulling your t-shirt over your head, you smile at Eddie's reaction. Clearly not expecting such a bold move from you, his cheeks and neck are flushed pink. For once he seems speechless. You slip your skirt off and away, kicking it to one side. 

This leaves you in your tiny baby blue triangle bikini, with delicate daisies embroidered on the hem. For once, your cleavage is fully displayed, and the ties for the bottoms ride high on your hips. You slip two fingers under each tied side and pull them up ever so slightly. 

Eddie's eyes dart down and back up again, and you swear you see him swallow thickly in his throat. 

"Well, you swimming or not handsome?" 

Without a further glance you kick your shoes off and wade into the chilly water. 

OK, keep calm, just look at him now. 

Risking a quick peek back, you see him standing gormlessly on the sand, mouth hanging open. He looks so dorky, so unlike the Eddie you've seen so far that you giggle aloud. 

Steve calls out to him, already in the clear water. He's stumbling into the lake after you then as if a fire was lit underneath him. Robin makes her way in too, and pretty sure you're laughing and splashing each other in earnest, the boys taking turns in dunking each other underwater. 

Steve keeps screaming about his hair, which just makes you all laugh that little bit louder. Soon he's moping about it and swims off surprisingly fast. Robin says she wants to dry out and wanders back to the beach to read a little, leaving you and Eddie alone. 

He swims straight to you, bodies a couple of inches apart. Suddenly the water doesn't feel so cold, warmed by the heat he seems to pull from you just by being close. That ache is there again, wanting to be filled by Eddie. You try and shake the thought away. 

"Seems a little skimpy for a scout leader," he says, gesturing at your two piece. 

"Well, I don't wear this one with the troop," you reply, attempting to look blasé about it. 

"So, wore this just for me, sweetheart?" 

You shrug, but know your eyes betray you, honesty etched into the look you give him. 

"You did, didn't you? That's cute," he responds to his own question, reaching a hand up to hold you by the waist. All of a sudden his breath is in your ear, his other hand reaching up to your chest. 

"You look hot by the way, I like the little flowers," as he says it he runs a finger over the hem of your bikini bra making you shudder. 

"Eddie," you whisper, meaning to scold him but it just comes out a little too breathy for that. 

He continues to whisper in your ear, each word sending a butterfly loose in your swirling stomach.  "Wondering if I can stay in that tent of yours again. To stay warm?" 

You laugh, turning to face him. "That's not all you want and you know it." 

"Yeah?" He comes closer, lips so close to brushing yours, holding your chin between thumb and forefinger. You clench your thighs together as your eyes flutter shut. 

"Seems you want more as well," he laughs, pulling back from you. The frown that appears on your face tells him all he needs to know. 

As he moves away, his hand drops down, knuckles dragging slowly over your nipple, already pebbled by the water. 

"Maybe later princess." 

He turns to get out of the water. Furious with how forward he just was you shout after him. 

"Eddie, you are such-" 

"A cocky mother fucker?" He shouts back, stealing your thunder. 

You clench your fists, nearly losing it treading water, and decide to swim away to cool off. 

You're finding Robin's words hard to believe. He still seems so confident; maybe his little chat with Steve was a rouse to get you here so he could tease you. If he has liked you all this time, maybe it's just a sexual thing. Seduce the band geek. 

When the ache between your thighs is lessened by the burning muscles in your arms and legs you swim back to shore and dry off, laying on your towel to read. 

It's like the universe has it in for you today. A few more pages into your fantasy book and suddenly there's a sex scene. Usually, you'd just skim over the 'fruity bits' as your mom called them but now? Now it was as if Eddie had altered your brain chemistry and you found yourself absorbing every word in detail, thighs clenched together almost to the point of pain. 

"What you reading?" 

You jump visibly and look up to see Eddie couching over you, sodden locks leaving pitter patter drips on your legs. 

"Eddie, you're dripping." 

He smiles mischievously. 

"Am I making you wet, sweetheart?" 

You roll your eyes and replace your bookmarker, putting your book down to one side. 

"Yes, Eddie, I'm soaking wet for you." 

Triumph flashes over your features as you take in his wide eyes; so shocked at your reply he's nearly choking on air. 

"You are strange Eddie. You can give it but you can't take it, can you?" 

His eyebrows raise and he attempts to cover his flustered appearance. 

"I'm just surprised, I thought you were a good girl." 

Ignoring your heart thumping hard in your chest at those words, you shrug. 

"And here I was thinking it was because you've had a crush on me since high school." 

Eddie opens his mouth, and promptly closes it. When he speaks again it's quieter, almost like he's embarrassed. 

"Who- how did-" 

"Robin." 

"Of course." 

He stares at you then, all bravado gone. A moment passes where you both try and work out what this means, what the other is thinking.

Eddie coughs and stands up, breaking the spell. 

"We're heading back to have lunch, if you wanna come." 

He walks off then, not a further glance at you. Wondering if you upset him somehow, you gather your things and head back to camp. 

********************

Later that evening, you're huddled around a campfire again having a couple of beers; or, in the case of Steve, several beers. Eddie had been civil, nice even, but there was no edge to him right now. You're not sure if you miss it or not, realising that you had actually grown fond of the push and pull between you, and that grin of his. 

He'd disappeared at one point, and returned a little later with his acoustic guitar; beginning playing a little aimlessly, just background music to your tiny circle. He played beautifully; it really was mesmerising to watch his fingers dance over the strings. 

"Play me a song, Eddie." You say, before you realise you were saying it aloud. 

"Yeah?" He flashes a small smile and you encourage him by placing your hand on his knee. 

"OK, just for you then sweetheart." 

He breaks into a rendition of Should I Stay Or Should I Go, by the Clash. You're almost certain it's a jab at you because of last night and your failure to make your mind up. You don't mind; listening to the rest of the lyrics you realise you're hoping he means more than just a little in-joke. If you say that you are mine, I'll be here till the end of time.

When he finishes you all clap, Robin as quickly as a bird's wings flutters, and Steve just a little too loudly, probably due to too much alcohol. 

"Thank you Eddie, that was brilliant." You smile softly at him. 

"No problem sweets." He moves to put the guitar away but you wave your arm at him. 

"Can I play something?" 

A sharp intake of breath rings out from Steve and Robin but you pay it no mind. Eddie looks at you like he's sizing you up. Seems he comes to the conclusion that you aren't just going to pull some rockstar move and smash it on the ground, he passes it to you carefully. 

You take it reverently in your hands and get comfortable with it, tuning the G string slightly as it was a little off when you heard it. 

An idea springs to mind and you grin deviously to Robin over the fire, a grin which is reciprocated. She knows what you're about to do. The Band Camp thing.

You start to play the very beginning of a song extremely loudly, singly wildly off key.

"Kumbaya, my Lord-" 

"Don't you fuckin' dare!" Eddie shouts, lurching a hand toward you to clamp over the fret. 

"I'm kidding!" You giggle, prying his fingers away. Robin's laughing and Steve looks like he's about to burst, swaying in his seat. 

"OK, no funny business." 

"Not unless you ask for it." You wink, and start to play what you had intended all along. 

"One pill makes you larger

And one pill makes you small

And the ones that mother gives you

Don't do anything at all…"

You lose yourself in the song, the melody. When you were younger you had just assumed it was nothing but a song about Alice in Wonderland. You knew better now, but it was fun to play and it suited your voice. 

As you came to the conclusion your eyes fluttered shut and you sang out the last couple of lines like no one was even there. 

"Remember what the dormouse said

Feed your head

Feed your head!"

Whooping and clapping finally reaches your ears as you open your eyes. Robin is going insane; Steve is shouting but it sounds slurred. Eddie just looks stunned as you pass his precious guitar back to him.

"You're incredible sweetheart." He looks genuinely impressed, staring at you with such intensity it makes you squirm. 

"It was OK, my strumming's a little sloppy." 

"But your voice! Jesus Christ, I've got goosebumps. You should sing, like, all the time." 

You laugh, swatting him with your hand. 

"I think that might get a little annoying." 

"I'd love to listen to it all the time." 

The sweet moment is broken by Robin gagging loudly. 

"Munson that was so cheesy I'm gonna hurl." 

He just shrugs, unbothered, and puts his guitar away. You didn't think it was too cheesy. In fact, you're breathless, thoughtless. The ache was settling back in, so deep in your bones there was no willing it away. It was clear; you needed him. Biblically. 

As that realisation hits you like a ton of bricks, a soft thud breaks through to you. Steve has fallen backwards, already snoring. 

"Well, looks like he needs to go to bed. Give me a hand guys." 

Eddie stands up and lifts Steve bodily round his waist. Robin and you hover nearby, but he doesn't need your help after all. 

Steve's giggling childishly, slurring words together. 

"Don' wanna go bed, wan' sing too!" 

"Sing in the morning, big guy." 

You help Robin tuck him into his sleeping bag, as Steve mumbles Kumbaya under his breath. 

Robin huffs. "I'll take it from here," and quieter, just to you, she whispers, "I'm putting earplugs in, go have fun." 

"Robin, I-" 

"Shhh you'll wake the baby. Just go, go!" 

You leave the tent and see Eddie sitting by the fire, rolling a joint. 

"Erm, Robin's going to bed too." 

"Oh?" He looks at you, quirking one eyebrow. "Are you?" 

"I'm not tired." 

That shit-eating grin of his is back, tugging at the corners of his mouth slowly. 

You sit down, right next to him, knees touching. He finishes rolling, licking it closed with a pointed tongue you can't help but stare at. 

As he starts smoking, you finally let loose what's been on your mind all day. 

"Why did you act funny with me? After I said you have a crush?" 

He huffs a little laugh, blowing smoke through his nose. 

"I thought that was obvious. I was embarrassed." 

"Really? I didn't know Eddie Munson could get embarrassed." 

He takes another drag and looks away. 

"Yeah, well it happens. I don't like people knowing too much about me. Rather come across as mean and scary and-" 

"-cocky?" 

"Ha, yeah." 

It's quiet again, but not a loaded quiet. You feel comfortable, almost enjoying the silence; just the slight rustle of pine needles in the breeze, and an owl hooting far away. 

"You want some of this?" 

Eddie's touch pulls you back to the moment, rough fingertips grazing you. The touch burns again, but differently this time. This time you melt under it. 

"Can you, do that thing?" You ask in a small voice. 

He smiles wickedly, straightening his legs out. 

"Come here" He says as he pats his lap. You straddle him awkwardly, not sure if this is what he meant, but a firm hand grabs you by the ass and shifts you closer to him so your chests are flush. 

"Like this?" You ask quietly, breathing the question. 

"Just like that baby." 

He takes a long toke and beckons you forward with one finger. When you're in range, nose lightly brushing his, he brings your chin toward him with one firm hand and presses his lips to your mouth. 

Stiffening with surprise, you quickly soften, disarmed by his lips. You part yours and he breathes the smoke into you, allowing you to inhale deeply. Breaking away, you exhale the smoke downwards and look into his deep eyes. 

"Do it again." 

He bites his lip and smiles, flashing his teeth. He repeats the gesture; taking a pull, smashing his lips to yours and breathing into you. He doesn't let you pull away to breathe out; instead he presses his tongue into your mouth. Smoke burns your nose as you submit to him, the kiss becoming filthy and desperate as he grips onto the flesh of your ass. 

Finally he lets up, if only to breathe. You're both panting, electricity in the air passing between and through you. 

"I like it like that." You smile, hand resting on his chest. 

"You keep surprising me sweetheart." He responds, hands kneading at the flesh of your hips. 

A fuzziness rushes through every nerve, all of your body crying out, singing for him. 

"You know, I don't mind cocky Eddie." 

"Yeah? I thought I annoyed you." 

"A little. But it kinda turns me on." You respond, rolling your hips into him.

"Oh fuck sweetheart," he roughly grips you, forcing you to do it again, "you drive me fuckin' crazy." 

He's on your neck, kissing and licking at you almost tenderly. 

"Eddie, please," you whisper, mind abandoning any clarity as he kisses you. 

"Please? What do you need, sweetheart?" 

How can you answer? What do you need?

"Eddie, I-I need you, please," you whisper into his ear, rocking against his hardening bulge. 

He bites down on your neck, eliciting a gasp to spill from your lips. 

"Tent." Is all he manages to say, and you stumble upwards on wobbly legs, to lead him to it. 

Fumbling for the zip, you just about get inside it when you feel his hands on you gently pushing you forward. A small touch is all it takes and you're falling onto the air bed, knees bending as you collapse face forward. 

He's on your back before you can think, firm arms caging you in from behind. 

"You need me? Really?" 

You nod, squirming underneath him, a small hand curling around his forearm. 

"Dreamed about you saying that, fuck." He whispers, lips pressing to your shoulder, "turn around." 

You can't find it in you to not comply. Wobbling the mattress, you twist to face him, engulfed in the intensity of his stare, illuminated by the fading light emanating from the fire. 

"Say it again." It's soft, but ironclad in the centre. 

"I need you Eddie." 

"Fuck" He huffs, moving down your torso, pulling your t-shirt up so it kisses the edge of your breasts. He looks up at you with pleading eyes; a look that turns your insides to mush. 

"Can you turn the light on? I need to see you." 

He sounds so desperate, so in need that you waste no time in grabbing your camp light and switching it on, bathing you both in cool white light. 

As he's pulling your top up, you assist and pull it over your head, flinging it to a corner. 

"You are really beautiful." He says, drinking you in with his eyes, as a calloused hand strokes between the valley of your breasts. You slide under his confident touches, getting more anxious by the minute. 

"Can I taste you?" 

You nod, and he unbuttons your skirt, pulling your panties down with a roughness that makes you flinch. You're entirely exposed. 

"I've wanted this, wanted you, for a long time." 

You wriggle underneath him, and reply. "Didn't you get me like this last night?" 

"This," he says, gesturing to your revealed flesh, "this is different." 

You don't quite get it and want him to explain further, but his lips are on your nipples and all that comes out of you is a heady moan. A firm knee pushes your thighs apart and you bend to his will, allowing him to kiss down, and down, leaving hot pressured mouth trails to your stomach. 

When his lips meet the tops of your thighs you cry out his name. 

He understands, slipping his tongue between your folds and licking at your clit with pointed precision. 

"Oh fuck!" 

A chuckle emanates from his throat as he doubles his efforts, flicking and suckling at you in earnest. Thick fingers tease your entrance and one slides into your glistening opening, pumping slowly. 

It shocks through your body, setting loose tendrils of pleasure so profound it's almost a religious experience. He prods another finger at you, sliding it next to the first and it burns, making you hiss. 

Eddie mumbles platitudes into your pussy, telling you how good a job you're doing, how proud he is, how you're a good girl. His good girl. 

The tension is unbelievable, clenching every muscle as your breath comes in short pants.

"That's it sweetheart, sing for me." 

The fingers curl, stroking something incessantly inside you that rips a sultry groan from deep within your chest cavity, and without further warning your orgasm washes through. It collects and expands, a force of nature that flies out and collides like stars in the universe.

Your back falls to the air mattress, and that's the only signal you have that it ever left. You feel soaked in your own juices, thighs uncomfortably wet. 

Eddie hovers over your face. You're not quite sure when he got there. 

"That OK sweetheart?" 

You don't reply, you can't. Your response can only be carnal, feeding into the biting, gnawing need that still refuses to lessen its grip on your core. Bringing shaking hands upward, you wind them into his hair and pull his face forcefully towards yours, tongue slipping in to taste your slick in his mouth, groaning at the tangy sweet flavour. 

He collapses against you, full weight of his lithe body pressed into yours, but it's not enough. Pulling away and leaving less than an inch of space you voice your frustration. 

"Eddie, please, I- I want you. I want you inside me, please." 

Eddie shakes his head for a second, then deep brown eyes seek yours for any doubt, and come up empty. 

"Are you sure sweetheart?" 

The nod you reciprocate with is painfully fast, hurting the muscles of your neck. He looks uncertain, but discards his clothes, kneeling in front of you in his boxer shorts. 

"I need you to be sure. I can't give it back." 

You let your legs fall further apart, giving him the view of you open and ready for him. 

"Please." 

Underwear has never been discarded quicker. He has his cock in his hand, sliding on a condom from his crumpled jeans at record speed. A second later and he's towering over you, nose brushing yours and dick lined up to your sopping entrance. 

His tip breaches you, so much thicker than his fingers, and you wince. You can tell he's trying to be careful, pushing into you slowly, watching for any signs you want to stop. 

You're so full, and he just keeps going. A moment later and you let out a little startled cry as a sharp pain shoots from deep inside. 

"You OK sweetheart?" He stops his movements, staring at your face with a worried expression. 

"I'm fine, just, go all the way" you manage through gritted teeth. 

He slips the last of it deep, deep inside as you yelp at the suddenness. Then, he's still, grabbing your hand and entwining your fingers with his over your head, his other arm holding him perfectly motionless above you. 

"That's it, you're OK, so fuckin' tight, fuck," he says to you, kissing your cheek. It burns, the feel of him, but a fullness is beginning to overtake that ache. 

"You know, I thought you were afraid of me in high school." He half laughs, kissing the tip of your nose. It's such a sweet gesture from the so-called frightening man that you giggle a little too. 

"I was," you admit, staring into his deep eyes.

"Then, we come here and you look like you're gonna eat me alive. Then, you're all innocent, and now… fuck, I can't keep up." 

You appreciate what he's doing, talking to you, distracting you from the pain. It helps; it's settled into a dull throb and your need from him is outranking it. 

"Eddie, you can move." 

With a peck to your lips he pulls out a little and thrusts back in, setting a slow and steady pace. 

This is so much better than his hands, or his tongue. On every thrust he's massaging at something that makes you moan, again and again. 

"You're doing real good sweetheart, my good fuckin' girl." 

All of a sudden you feel it, all of it. His lean weight comforting over you, the squeeze of his fingers in yours, the throb of his member inside you, his words. It's all too much. Your eyes gloss over and a tear works its way down your temple. 

"Oh shit, you want me to-" He starts as he slows down a little. 

"Don't you fucking dare, please, please, I-I need-" 

He grins at you; that self satisfied look that turns your legs to jelly. 

"What do you need, sweetheart? Whatever you want, I'll give it to you." 

"Harder Eddie, oh God!" 

He snaps his hips into you with much more force; once, twice, three times and you scream his name, pussy clenching him hard, every muscle tense. As everything unravels you go limp, whimpering at the pulse that you can feel pounding in your core. 

When your eyes finally decide to open, he's leaving kisses as light as a butterfly's wings on your cheek. 

"Woah," is all you can say, between breathless giggles. Tears are falling but you don't care enough to wipe them away. 

Eddie unlatches his hand from yours and does it himself. 

"That was so hot. You need to do that again," he whispers, beginning to grind into you slowly.

"I nearly died Eddie, it might finish me off!" 

He laughs back, but doesn't quit; hips still driving into you leisurely. 

"What's life without a little risk?" 

You stare up at him, biting your lip, a question on the tip of your tongue that you're too nervous to ask. 

"What is it?" He asks, brow furrowed, as if you were about to ask him to stop. 

"Can I… wait, don't worry." 

He does stop then, to put his hand to your face and stroke you with his thumb.

"Hey hey hey, come on, what baby?" 

You whisper it quietly, voice small and second guessing. 

"Can I try, erm, being on top?" 

You're surprised that Eddie's face didn't split in half from the sheer wideness of his grin. 

"Holy shit, yes, please." 

He winds his arms underneath your frame and flips you so fast your vision blurs, until he's underneath you. You sit up, his cock still buried within, and you gasp at the new angle. 

"Eddie, Jesus Christ!" 

Palms splayed on his chest, you control your breathing a little. This angle is devastating, pressing harshly against that place inside that has you throbbing around him. 

Eddie chuckles darkly as his hands slide over the flesh of your thighs, rubbing back and forth, until they work their way to your hips and pull you up ever so slightly, only to drop you back down again. 

"Just like that sweetheart, 'Kay?" 

He tilts his head to one side, that mocking tone fuelling the embers of your desire. Rising up on shaky knees you pull off him and slide back down, trying to find some semblance of rhythm. Your clit grazes his pubic hair on one pass and you nearly lose it completely, the feeling sending a bolt of pure pleasure up your spine. 

"Oh my God!" 

"Yeah? That good?" 

You hum and nod, words escaping you, now rolling your hips on each bounce to get that sensation over and over. 

Eddie's talking now, watching how much you writhe and whine at his words. 

"That's it sweetheart. Wanting to- oh fuck- ride me, on your first time. Oh yes, fuck, just like that- dirty, my dirty fuckin' girl." 

"Eddie, oh God, can you, fuck, please-" 

"What is it sweetheart? Anything, you can have anything." 

His words embolden you, and before you can hesitate your hands are gripping one of his and leading it to your throat. You're not sure why, but you know deep in your core that you need it. 

Eddie looks shocked by your moments but quickly recovers, fingers slotting around your throat, squeezing lightly at the sides. 

Speeding up, feeling the pressure of his hand on your windpipe, you throw your body into each movement. 

"Fuck Eddie, harder!" 

He squeezes and you let go of everything, breath leaving you. All composure, all thought. It's just you and Eddie, and his hand, and his cock. Screaming aloud, you fold almost double, collapsing into him with a shocked, delicate whimper. 

His fingers relinquish their firm grip, coming to rest on the back of your head in a comforting, tender hold. 

"I was right, you are a freak." 

Laughing aloud, you have just enough bones left in your neck to lift it ever so slightly. He looks surprised, sure, and really aroused, judging by his hooded gaze. 

"Are you not… done?" You ask, as you feel his impossibly hard length still throbbing inside you. 

"What can I say, I've got stamina." 

That smug face is back, a flash of canines and confidence. You'd roll your eyes if it wasn't so sexy. 

No time for a witty comeback though, as he holds you close to him and thrusts upwards with abandon. Colours swirl in your vision as you try to stay attached to reality, focusing on the feel of his skin, the pounding of his rhythm, and the light in his eyes. 

"Fuck I'm close, I'm so fuckin' close. You're, oh shit, so- oh God, can't believe you're letting me do this." 

Slack jawed and practically dribbling, you let him use you to chase his own release, trying to weakly meet his thrusts. A pulse deep inside is brought to your attention, and it's not yours. Looking at his face, you watch it awash with ecstasy as he holds you tightly and throbs his climax out. 

His muscles melt, holding you still but so loosely that the lack of pressure surprises you, as if you were only aware of how tight his grip had been at this very moment. 

The only sounds are the nightlife of insects around the tent, and panting, heaving breaths. Sliding off of him in an organic gesture, you curl up into his arms, finally feeling sated and at ease. 

Lips are pressed into the top of your head, kissing you over your hair. No words are spoken; none need to be. For a shining moment, this is all you need. To be held, and cared for. 

Minutes go by, and your eyelids begin to feel heavy. Before you drift off, Eddie breaks the spell cast over both of you. 

"Was that OK princess?" 

"That was incredible Eddie." 

He kisses the top of your head again, then seems to remember himself. 

"Fuck sweetheart, just, stay right there." 

Clambering to his feet he pulls the condom off, tying it in a knot and discarding it into a corner to be thought of later. He's back then, spreading your legs. 

'Eddie, you can't just-" 

"I'm just looking after you sweetheart. You got some tissues or something?"

Furrowing your brows, you point to your wash bag near the foot of the sleeping bag. He paws through it wordlessly, and brings out some tissues and wet wipes. 

"Sweetheart I'm so sorry." 

"What's wrong?" You ask, panic riding your words. 

"I've made you bleed." Eddie looks crushed, so upset at your prior pain, anguish etched into his face. 

"It's OK Eddie, it's normal." 

"You should have said. I'm so sorry." 

You laugh a little, touched by his concern. 

"I didn't know! It's alright, it doesn't hurt now." 

Placated slightly by your answer, he cleans you both up as well as he can, before slipping into the sleeping bag with you. 

A thousand questions perch on the edge of your tongue, but it's so warm, so cosy and right, that your body denies all words for a moment. 

When you feel capable of speech you look up at him. 

"Stamina, huh?" 

He flushes, looking down at your smiling face. 

"I may have tactically jerked off beforehand."

"When??" You giggle, fingers flirting over his exposed chest. 

"When I went to get my guitar." 

"Eddie, how did you know that-" 

"OK, OK!" He grabs your hand, kissing your knuckles before hiding behind it, "I didn't know, not for sure. You just looked so good in that little two piece, I couldn't hold it in." 

"Perv," you respond, but your eyes are soft. 

"Yep." 

Giggling, you slip into a calm, contented sleep in his arms.

********************

You wake up a little later than intended, no doubt exhausted from last night. The tent feels empty. Upon realising that Eddie's missing a dread settles in your stomach. Bile rises as you sling some clothes on. Maybe he's had his way with you and that's it.

Exiting the tent, you see he's just by the fire, trying to get it going again, a cigarette dangling from his pouting lips. 

"Oh would you just- come on!" He says as he angrily flicks his lighter, trying to get the wood to catch. 

You smile, relief washing over you, and walk over to help. 

"I'm begging, come on- oh, sweetheart," he looks a little sheepish as he speaks to you, mumbling around his cigarette. "I was gonna make you coffee and bring it to you but the damn fire won't start." 

You giggle, and rearrange the little pile, adding a few twists of paper to the base, and hold your hand out to him. He looks at you blankly for a second, then comes to his senses, placing the lighter in your palm. 

With one stroke the papers alight, and starting to catch the rest of the twigs. The couple of logs won't take long to catch. 

"Witchcraft." 

"Nope, just girl scouts." 

"You can go back in the tent if you want, I'll make you a drink." 

"Eddie?" 

"Huh?" He turns to you, pot of water in his hand. 

"Good morning." You smile shyly at him. He grins, placing the pot on the ground and stubbing out his cigarette. Strong arms slot their way around your waist and you fling your arms around his neck, grinning stupidly at each other. 

"Good morning. Good night?" It's framed as a question, and you know what he's getting at. 

"Great night." 

Smiling wider, he presses a kiss to your forehead. Puckering your lips to ask for a proper kiss, you hear a very loud cough. 

"Good morning love birds." Robin wiggles her eyebrows at you both. You move to break away from Eddie, but he steals a kiss anyway, and pulls you close to his side, arm firmly around you. 

"Is Steve alive?" He asks, looking at Robin. 

"Well, he got up in the night to throw up, just glad he didn't do it in the tent. He's dead to the world right now. He's been singing in his sleep you know. Nearly suffocated him with a pillow." 

You both laugh at that, and then hear a loud groan from the tent. 

Eddie glances at you with mischief and shouts out towards Steve's tent.

"Harrington! Wanna sing for us, big guy?" 

"Urgh." Is the only reply. Robin rolls her eyes and busies herself with the fire. 

After a while, the coffees are ready; you all attempt to rouse Steve but he's gone back to sleep, groaning whenever you call out to him. 

Then, it's just the sad business of taking down your tent. There's a special kind of melancholy reserved for such an occasion; pretty soon there's no sign at all that it was ever there. Afraid that your memories, your feelings, about last night would fade too, you walk over to Eddie who is perched on a stump fitting the last of his things in a bag. 

"Eddie?" 

"Yeah sweetheart?" He asks, still fumbling with his bag. 

Do you still like me? Do you want to see me after this? Was this all a dream?

"Can I get a ride back with you? Steve and Robin are gonna be a while." 

You gesture over to where Steve had finally emerged, whining and packing his stuff, tent still upright. 

"Sure, anything you need." He flashes a tight lipped smile and reaches to grasp your hand briefly. 

The ride back to town with him is chatty, even if it's only surface level stuff. Your rendition of White Rabbit had him fumbling around the glove compartment and pulling out a few older classic rock tapes that you happily listened to; music was a big part of your life, at least you both had that in common. His eyes light up whenever you talk about a band or song that he likes too, gesturing so emphatically with his hand you have to remind him to look at the road. 

Pretty soon you're pulling up to a crossroads, except Eddie pulls over instead. 

"What's wrong?" 

He huffs, smiling at you sadly. 

"If I keep driving forward I've got to say goodbye to you, take you home," he admits. Your heart flutters at the admission. 

"Where do you live, Eddie?" He looks confused, but points to the left turning. 

"Eddie, turn left." 

"Really?" 

"Really. I was supposed to stay at Robin's tonight anyway." 

His grin is downright manic as he pulls back on the road, making short work of the drive to his trailer. 

He bundles you out of the van and opens the trailer door, both of your bags heaved over one of his shoulders. 

The sight of an older gentleman startles you as he potters around the kitchen area. 

"Hey! This is Wayne, my Uncle. Wayne, this is my girlfriend." 

Your eyes widen as he gives your name to his uncle and you shake hands with him, the roughest hand you think you've ever touched, but the softest grip. 

"Pleasure to meet you, miss. I'm heading out today, so I'll see you two later I'm guessing." 

He waves and smiles fondly at the pair of you, and leaves. 

"Sorry, thought he would've left already." He explains, pulling you both to the back of the trailer and into what you assume is his room. 

Allowing yourself to be led, still feeling shell shocked, you perch on the edge of his bed as he dumps the bags on the floor. 

Eddie's talking, saying how he wishes he tidied before he left, how the trailer's not much but it's home, and his uncle…

"Eddie, wait." 

He stops mid flow to look at you. 

"Girlfriend?" 

"Well yeah? I mean, if you want to. I didn't ask, did I?" He flushes pink, hand reaching up to nibble at his thumb. 

"I mean, you don't know me, really." You shrink, almost folding in on yourself. 

"Hey," he sits down next to you, stroking your jaw with his finger, "I know enough. And I let you touch my guitar. We're practically married now." 

Lips press softly to yours, a delicate touch that has all tension flying from your body in a rush. 

"Eddie…" You whisper, giving him a butterfly kiss with the tip of your nose. 

"Hmm?" 

"You smell really bad." 

He laughs and grabs you around the waist, pulling you down sharply to lay on the bed. 

"So do you." 

"A point well made." A response, but you don't move, snuggling deeper into his neck. 

"So, I've got an idea. Let's have showers, get into some comfy stuff, and cuddle. Probably got a movie or two we can watch?" 

The normalcy of the situation is surprising, but most welcome. 

Smiling wickedly, you nip at his neck and whisper in his ear. 

"One condition: we shower together." 

He groans loudly, hands stroking at any skin he can reach. 

"Fuuuck, sweetheart, I've created a monster." 

You laugh, and hold him tightly. Eddie Munson isn't so scary, after all.

Taglist (just some people I thought might like this, hope you don't mind!)

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[everyonewooeverywhere]

BACKSTAGE DRY HUMPING W/ HONGJOONG

pairing: hongjoong x female!reader

rating: 18+

content/warnings: female reader, sex toys, implied exhibitionism

notes: this isn't very long or good 💀 but i needed to get it out of my head and i didn't even try to edit it🧍‍♀️also this is in the same universe as behind closed doors~

NSFW 18+ | MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS WILL BE BLOCKED

"Joong, you go on stage it fifteen minutes," you whisper at him as he hurries you down the hall.

"We'll be quick, baby. I promise," he pats your ass to move you forward, "I found an empty green room, so no one will bother us."

When you reach the unlabeled door, he opens it swiftly, pulling you in after him. And within seconds you’re on his lap on an old tattered couch in a green room that this venue clearly hasn't touched in months.

He groans when you roll your hips over the growing bulge in his jeans. “Fuck, baby. You look so good.” 

You let out a breathy moan when his lips latch onto your neck, shivering when his teeth nip at your skin. His hands wander to your ass, palming you over the little denim shorts. They were his favorites. The stars embroidered over your pockets made for perfect targets for him to slap discreetly when you hung around the band. Discreetly enough that your brother or his other bandmates wouldn’t notice.

He fumbled with the studded belt you wore around your waist with one hand, lips still attached to your neck. Flipping it open expertly before unbuttoning and unzipping the shorts with ease.

You choked on air when his finger brushed over you through your panties, “Joongie, please hurry we don’t have time.” And you nearly whimpered when he pressed his fingers against your clit.

“Oh baby, we’ve got plenty of time.”

“No we don’t,” he pulled his fingers out of your pants, smirking when you whined. He shifted around before pulling something out of his pocket.

Waving the toy in front of your face, he smiled at you, “I wanna try something a little different.” He pressed the little power button, loving how you ground your hips against his thigh when it started buzzing in his hand. You were getting all worked up already. He lowered his hand back into your pants, this time with the toy between his fingers. 

You forward into his chest when the vibrator slipped into your panties. “Oh god…” you breathed into his shirt. Groaning when he left it tight against your clit before zipping up your pants and re-buckling your belt. 

“Now…I can control this little thing with the remote in my pocket, okay?” The vibrations only made you grind on him harder, and he let you. Lifting his hips to meet yours. Letting the denim you both wore create friction between you. “You think you can wear it all night?”

A small whimper rose from the back of your throat.

He kissed your lips softly, “For me, baby? Can you do it for me?” He grabbed your ass again and rolled your hips against his crotch, causing you both to moan.

“Yeah,” you whined, “I think I can.”

He bit his lip, “Good girl.” 

You smiled at his praise.

“Wear it the rest of the night, and cheer for me real loud. Alright, baby?” He leaned in and pressed his lips to your ear. “And if you’re real loud,” he reaches into his pocket and turns up the vibrator to the max, “maybe everyone in that crowd will get to see how pretty you are when you cum.”

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[harveybwabbit92]

Shota (Jugglus): Remember when I told you I had a interest in miss R/n?

Yoko: Yes.

Shota: Well, I don't.

Yoko, surprised: Really?

Shota, takes out a pocket watch with R/n’s picture inside: It's more like an obsession.

[forever-rogue]

Hello 💌 it's missing Eddie Munson hours here. Can I request a fic where the reader is the new girl in town? New to Hawkins high and accidentally sits at the hellfire table (cause obviously she doesn't know it's reserved 🤭) and gets all flustered once eddie and the members come up and tell her. All cute and fluffy ☺️

AN | I am weak for this concept!  Enjoy 🥰

Warnings | None

Pairing | Eddie x Fem!Reader

Word Count | 3k

Masterlist | Main, Eddie 

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You clutched at your tray nervously, looking around the cafeteria in search of some place to sit. Everyone had paired off as soon as the bell for lunch had rang and you were basically left in the dust. Most of the tables were crowded, and no one was even sparing a look in your direction. Tears pricked at the back of your eyes and threatened to well up, but you swallowed them down and started to look for an open spot. 

After a few moments of trying to make yourself look small you found a few open spots at one of the tables towards the back. With the most miniscule of sighs to yourself you took the seat at the end, and hunched in on yourself, trying to make yourself as invisible as possible. Upon settling in, you reached into your backpack and pulled out the book you were currently reading and dove in. 

It was enough to suck you and before you knew it, you were lost and off in your own little world. But then, you heard a loud throat clear among curious little titters. You startled and snapped your book shut, looking up to find several pairs of wide eyes studying you intently.

Your mouth opened and closed a few times as you tried to figure out what was going on, “ummm…hello?”

“What are you doing here?” it came out as more curious and probing rather than angry but it caused your heart to thump wildly nonetheless. He looked young and had dark, floppy hair and gangly limbs. 

“I-I couldn’t find anywhere else to sit,” you admitted sheepishly, “and no one was here so I thought it was okay. I’m so sorry-”

“Wait, you’re the new girl, aren’t you?” you turned to the boy with the dark curls under a hat; they all seemed kind but nonetheless it all made you nervous.

“Yes,” you offered them a tight-lipped smile “I’m sorry, it’s just…I’ll go so you can have your table back.”

Standing up, you tried to grab your backpack and throw it over your shoulder in order to leave and run as far away as possible. Mortifying wasn’t enough to cover how you were currently feeling. Before you could get very far, you felt a hand wrap around your wrist and stop you from getting away.

“Stay,” the voice was different from any of the others you'd heard so far, honey sweet and warm. You stopped dead in your tracks and turned around to find another stranger looking at you curiously.

"Uhh…" you were dumbfounded as you looked at the handsome boy standing in front of you. He had dark, wild curls and big brown eyes with a soft smile tugging up the corners. You looked down to where he was still looking onto you and noticed several tattoos peeking out of his shirt, "umm…"

"You're new here, right?" He asked as you nodded dumbly. You were shocked that you hadn't noticed him before - he was so different and unique that he stuck out like a sore thumb, "shit sucks. But seriously, c'mon and sit with us."

"Are you sure?" You allowed yourself to look at the boys; they looked just as shocked as you, "I don't want to intrude."

"I insist," he gave your arm a squeeze before letting go and motioning for you to sit back down. One of the boys gasped lightly as you slowly sank down in the hard plastic shirt. The boy sat down to your right, "hope you don't mind hanging out with the freaks and geeks."

"N-no," you relaxed slightly as everyone sat around as well, "not at all."

"I'm Eddie. Eddie Munson," he held his hand and you shook it, offering your name in response. Your entire face felt like it was on fire as you forced yourself to look away, "welcome to the gang!"

Alright, maybe not everyone in Hawkins was terrible.

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After that first afternoon where you met Eddie and his friends, you started to feel more and more comfortable in your school and within yourself. You noticed that Dustin, Mike, and Lucas had seemed floored by how easily Eddie took to you. You didn’t think anything of it, as you had no prior knowledge of any of them to go off of. Nonetheless you appreciated all the kindness that was being thrown your way. 

The next day, however, you weren’t sure if you should just automatically go to their table or wait for further invitation. You’d brought your lunch, brown paper bag crinkled from your anxious twisting, and slowly walked to the table at the back. It hadn’t been lost on you that many people seemed to avoid their table, and a few that did walk back made some nasty comments under their breath. It hurt your heart a little bit because these were the only people that bothered to show you any kindness. 

“Hey,” Eddie’s voice pulled you from your thoughts and you looked at him with a nervous little smile. He cocked his head to the side to the chair on his right, watching as you slipped into the hard plastic, “surprised to see you here again.”

“O-oh,” your cheeks warmed under his warm gaze and you wished you could sink into the ground and melt away, “should I not be here?”

“No, no, no, I just meant…I’m surprised you’re back,” he gestured vaguely to the rest of the cafeteria and you almost squeaked when you noticed the rings on his hand. They suited him perfectly, “we’re not exactly the most popular crowd around here.”

“In case you haven’t noticed, I’m not exactly too popular either,” you shrugged, catching his eye and exchanging a nervous chuckle, “I think you’re the first person to give me the time of day. No one else has even said anything…they all just kind of stare. I feel like a thing more than anything.”

“The people around here…are the worst,” he put his elbow on the table and rested his chin in his hand as he studied you intently, “tell me about you.”

“I don’t think there’s much to tell,” you shrugged sheepishly, popping a few crackers into your mouth in order to have an excuse to remain quiet.

“Everyone’s got a story,” you felt him nudge your knee with his under the table, “what’s yours? I’ll tell you mine if you tell me yours.”

And that was an offer you couldn’t refuse.

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Over the next couple of weeks, you found yourself growing closer to the gang, but more than anything their enigmatic leader. 

It hadn't taken long to figure out the hierarchy of Hawkins High School, and it was easy to figure out that you were on the bottom of the totem pole. Compared to the other kids, seeing how they were and interacted with one another, you had no clue being part of the outcasts. They were the only ones that seemed real and genuine. 

The worst part of it, or the best depending on how you looked at the situation, was Eddie. You were drawn to him, wanting to know more and more about him, which felt dangerous. You already knew that you'd both be graduating in the spring and then leaving, and that he was on 3rd attempt at his senior year. Those two things in and of itself were more than to make you weary.

The rest of it - Eddie - was wonderful and had you feeling a type of way that wasn't possible. You liked his style, his hair, his personality - all of it. The issue was that you had no clue what he thought about you, or how he felt about you, if anything. Maybe he didn't even think about you at all, besides the hour and change he spent with you at lunch and breaks. That idea didn't settle well in your stomach, even though it had no right to. Eddie was just-

"Everything alright?" You almost slammed your locker shut as you startled at the sound of Eddie's voice. You sighed dramatically before turning around and finding him leaning lazily against another locker. He turned to you and offering you a devilish little smile that caused you to roll your eyes, affectionately of course, “what’s wrong, sunshine?”

“Edward,” you drawled out his name and he groaned at the use of his full name, “you can’t go sneaking up on people like that! I could have had a heart attack!”

“So dramatic,” he tutted, reaching over and tucking your hair behind your ear, “if you weren’t so busy daydreaming, you would have heard me calling out your name. What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours?”

“Nothing,” you blurted out way too quickly, and you swore he gave you a knowing little look, “just…stuff and things.”

“Stuff and things,” he echoed in an amused tone as you nodded, your face warming up. Despite the fact that students were all around you, loud and noisy, it suddenly felt like it was only the two of you. He had a way of doing that, you’d learned, making you feel like you were the only thing that existed when he was with you, “very descriptive.”

“I…umm, nothing in particular,” you weren’t about to admit that you’d been daydreaming about him to his face. Not voluntarily anyway. 

“Well, I was wondering if you were free tonight,” your eyes widened in surprise at his question. He laughed - nervously - and ran a hand through his dark curls. It really was such an innocent question, you were absolutely friends by this point, but it felt like it held much more weight.

“Did you need help with homework or Hellfire or…something?” there had to be a logical explanation to all of this. Surely….right? Right?

“No,” wrong. Very wrong.

“Oh…what is it then?” you squeaked at him and he grimaced for a moment. He was definitely nervous.

“I was wondering if you wanted to go see a movie and made get pizza or something after?” he was biting the inside of his cheek, finding the dirty laces of his Reeboks so interesting suddenly. Eddie Munson didn’t do dates; he didn’t get asked on them and he didn’t ask anyone else. Usually it was only girls that he dealed to that wanted to hook up, but those were quick, illicit affairs never to be spoken of again. But with you…everything had felt different right from the start.

When you remained silent for a few moments, he started to panic but then you opened and closed your mouth a few times, “j-just the two of us?”

“Yeah.”

“Like a…date?”

“Yes?” he allowed himself to steal a peek at your face and when he saw nothing but exuberant joy on your face he relaxed, “yes.”

You gnawed on your bottom lip for a moment before slowly nodding in response, your entire face felt like it was on fire, “no one’s ever asked me on a date before.”

“What?!” he turned to you now fully, pure shock and confusion on his face, “you’re not serious!”

“Eddie,” you were laughing now, a beautiful sound that went straight to his heart and often was the soundtrack of his own daydreams, “I’m being serious! No one’s even really looked at me that way.”

“Well, everyone has been so very wrong,” emboldened, he put his hand on your face and gently brushed his thumb over your cheek, “and in a way I’m glad for that because it meant I got to be the first to do it.”

“Hmm,” you hummed softly before gently wrapping your fingers around his wrist, “and to answer your question, yes, I am free. For you, I’m always free.”

“Wow,” you weren’t sure if he was talking to himself or to you, but it was endearing either way, “great - perfect. Umm, can I pick you up at seven?”

“I’ll see you at seven,” you confirmed softly, heart beating so wildly in your chest that you marveled at the fact that it wasn’t bursting through your ribcage, “don’t be late, Edward.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it, sunshine,” he grinned in response, “see you at seven!”

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You were ready to go well before seven, and ended up nervously pacing around your bedroom. A slew of clothing was on your bed, as you had undergone several outfit changes before finally settling on a simple pink checkered sundress and sandals. You checked over your hair and makeup so many times you were starting to get sick of your own appearance. 

Every time you heard a car driving through the neighborhood, you pulled back the curtain to see if it was Eddie. Which was silly, considering you’d been in his van and knew what it sounded like. But still…the nerves were getting to you. 

By the time he actually pulled into your driveway, you had started reading a new book in order to occupy your mind. You’d gotten so lost in it that it took your mother knocking at your door to tell you that your little boyfriend was here. All you managed to do was groan in response as you threw your book to the side and grabbed your bag before running downstairs. Your parents had met Eddie a couple of times already, when he’d come to pick you up for school or drop you off, and surprisingly, they didn’t hate him. They liked him, knowing that the fact that he looked and dressed differently had no bearing on the type of person he was. And Eddie was a good guy, despite what a lot of Hawkins seemed to think. 

Once you got downstairs, you found Eddie near the door, standing there nervously with a small bundle of floors in his hand. He looked up as soon as he heard you softly calling his name; his brain practically melted at the sight of you. You were always pretty - the prettiest in his kind - but this was just another level up from that. 

“H-hi,” he stammered, holding up his hand in a meek little wave before remembering he had the flowers. You took a few steps closer to him, leaving just a little bit of distance between your bodies, “you look lovely.”

“Thank you,” the two of you exchanged shy smiles, “you look good too, Eddie.”

“Thanks,” his stomach fluttered with butterflies; no one had ever said that to him before, “these are for you.”

“You didn’t have to…they’re so pretty!” you gently took the flowers from him, but before you could stop yourself you pressed a soft kiss to his cheek. You stopped when you noticed the pink, glittery gloss print you left, but the two of you giggled as you wiped it away, “want to know something else, Eddie?”

“Tell me,” he trailed after you like a lovesick puppy as you walked to the kitchen to grab a vase for your flowers. He watched your every move like a hawk, noticing how you did everything with gentle reverence; it was the same way you always treated him.

“No one has ever given me flowers before either,” you set them on the counter, admiring how pretty they were, knowing they were from Eddie made them that much better, “you keep surprising me without even knowing what you’re doing.”

“I like surprising you,” he admitted softly, and you vowed in your head then and there that you were doing the same thing for him, “I like seeing that smile on your face.”

“Stop,” you gasped lightly before trying to hide your face in your hands, feeling yourself grow warmer and warmer with each passing moment. He shook his head and gently pulled your hands away so he could look at you, “Eddie!”

“I mean it,” he insisted softly, and you knew that he was being honest. You nodded softly and felt him reach for your hand, “c’mon, I have…well another surprise for you.”

“Another?!”

“Well, either we could go see the movie and then get dinner as planned…or we can go on adventure,” he suggested and you practically lit up, “I figured since it’s Friday and if you’re okay with being out a little late, it could be a lot of fun.”

“And let me guess, I would not be privy to any of these things we’re doing until we’re doing them?” your voice was soft and teasing but Eddie nodded eagerly. How very classic of him, “well, just how am I supposed to say no to that?”

“You don’t….”

“I don’t,” you agreed and Eddie cheered happily, already gently pulling you towards the door. He looked like an eager puppy more than anything and his enthusiasm was infectious.

“Get ready for an evening of excitement, m’lady!” he opened the door and brandished his arm, and all you could was to grin at him. He was such a dork but, you were starting to quickly realize, he was your dork, “you are about to embark on adventure!”

“I couldn’t think of anything better,” and your words made his heart melt, “c’mon m’lord, let’s go!”

At the foot of your steps he paused for a moment to look at you. You grew nervous, but as soon as he leaned in to gently kiss you, everything felt right. You kissed him back before he could pull away and you were both grinning like fools.

You’d never been more glad for sitting in the wrong spot before.