#and that'd be awkward because I couldn't just go with oh no I was staring at you because you look like a Muggle halloween decoration

[enhaheeseung]

Come back to me - L. HS

Pairing: heeseung X fem reader!

Warnings: angst, crying, cursing, jealousy.

WC: 3,574k

Part nine

Masterlist

It was seven in the morning, and you were wide awake last night. You didn't get the best sleep because you were tossing and turning all night, just waiting to call heeseung in the morning.

The thought was very scary to you, but since he was putting in so much effort, you couldn't leave him hanging. You didn't want to forgive him so easily, but you also didn't want him to think you weren't interested anymore at all.

You sighed anxiously, waiting for the right time to call him. "Ugh," you groaned, looking at the clock, and you just couldn't wait any longer, so you reached for your phone on the nightstand, deciding to call him instead of texting.

Maybe you just wanted to hear his voice, maybe not, but he didn't have to know any of that.

"Mmm," Heeseung groaned the moment his loud, obnoxious ringtone startled him awake. He blindly reached for it, missing it more than a few times while patting his nightstand until he finally got a hold of it. His eyes were still closed while hitting the answer. button. "H-hello?" He groggily answers, and just his morning voice is enough to give you so many little butterflies.

"Sorry, did I wake you?" You say apologetically cause you could obviously tell he had just woken up.

Heeseung literally jolted up, eyes springing open the moment he heard your voice. "N-no!" He practically yelled into the speaker. "No, I mean yeah, kinda," he chuckles softly. "But I'm off today. I should be up anyway," he replied while staring at the clock that read seven twenty-two.

"Oh, I'll call you back later then," you apologize, getting ready to hang up.

"No, no, no, it's okay. Uhm, did you want to talk about something?" He clears his throat, rubbing the sleep from his eyes, still not believing this is actually reality. The last thing he expected was to wake up to a call from his angel.

"Oh," you said and stayed silent before collecting yourself and responding. "I was just wondering if you're still free. You could come over tonight for dinner." you chewed your lip, heart racing the moment the words left your mouth.

"Yeah, of course, I'm free. I'm always free for you," he replies softly.

"O-okay, good," you said shyly. The silence on the other end was a bit awkward, before he quickly broke it.

"So what time were you thinking? Cause any time is good for me. I'll come over right now if you want me to." he knew that sounded so desperate, but at this point, he was desperate.

"Maybe six?" You ask, even though you wanted to see him way sooner than that.

"Yeah, that'd be great, y/n." he sighs dreamily, thinking of seeing you, and even though he just found out he was going to see you, he already couldn't wait. "What about five?" He didn't want to push his luck, but if he could shave an hour off the time until he could see you, then he'd be more than happy to.

"Oh," you laughed quietly. "Okay"

"Yeah? Okay, angel, I'll be there, I promise." You could hear he was smiling just by the tone of his voice, and it only made you smile more than you already were. "How about I bring takeout from your favorite spot so you don't have to bother cooking?" He suggested.

"Yeah, sounds good. See you then, bye, heeseung," you said softly, trying your hardest not to scream with excitement.

"Bye, y/n. I lo- s-see you soon." he was seconds away from saying I love you but tried to play it off, hoping you didn't hear his minor slip-up.

"Bye," you whisper and hang up the phone after waiting a few seconds.

"OH MY GOSH," he hopped out of bed, squealing while running to each end of the bedroom. After a few laps, he calmed himself down and took a peek through his closet, searching for something to wear for later tonight.

Only problem is that his closet is full of wrinkled suits and a pile of dirty laundry.

He thought of just going shopping for something new, but that might be a bit extreme, given this wasn't an actual date.

Too torn between shopping and wearing something he already owned, he picked up his phone to make a call and get some advice.

"Jake," he says once his friend picks up the phone.

"Hel-"Jake is immediately interrupted before he can even answer properly.

"I need help. I'm seeing y/n for dinner tonight, and I don't know what to wear. I wanna wear something special for her cause she's special, and I'm panicking cause she's expecting me at five, and it's already nearing 8 in the morning, and I don't have much tim-"

"Woah Woah Woah, slow down," Jake says while laughing. "First of all, you have like an eternity to get ready. Second, congratulations on the dinner. By the way, I'm assuming that's a good thing, and as far as what to wear, just do something casual," he states calmly, even though Heeseung is panicking.

Heeseung took a deep breath, nodding to Jake's words. "Yeah, you're right, thanks, and sorry for rambling. I'm just so nervous about seeing her again. My heart feels like it's gonna beat out of my chest," he sighed and plopped down on the bed.

Jake chuckles softly. "I get it, and no worries, maybe try on some fits, and I'll help you decide?"

"Really? That'd be great. Thank you so much. I'll go get changed."

Jake called Jay for his expertise while Heeseung was trying on the first outfit. They saw at least three different ones and finally decided on something that looked a lot like his work attire, just a little more flashy.

"That's the one," Jay pipes up, clapping his hands.

"You think so?" Heeseung says, turning to look at his outfit on every single angle. "I look like I'm going to work, though," he pouted.

"Trust me, I know what I’m doing, so don't sweat it. You look great," he gives a thumbs up. "Once she sees you, you'll be her dinner for the night," he winks.

Heeseung just scoffed, knowing that it definitely wasn't going to happen tonight. He didn't even deserve it, plus he'd never ask you for something so obnoxious, especially when he was just starting to see a glimmer of hope in your guy's relationship.

"Oh, who's he? He looks handsome," Jake's wife says once she catches a glimpse of Heeseung all dressed up on FaceTime.

"Babe!" Jake shrills while trying to tuck his phone away, which makes heeseung giggle.

"Thank you, Jake's wife~," he says teasingly.

"Am I handsome too?" Jake's phone screen was completely black now while Jay and heeseung could faintly make out what he was saying.

"Hmm, maybe," she said, bobbing his nose and making him frown.

"Well, he's married, so you can mind your eyes." Jake glared at his wife, and heeseung just laughed at his annoyance.

"Honey, I'm joking. You know you're the most handsome to me." She puckered her lips, leaning in for a kiss.

"Get a room," Jay mumbles.

"Mwah, I love you so much, baby," they hear Jake say heeseung smiles while Jay just cringes, threatening to hang up if they don't stop. "Sorry guys," Jake says, showing his face yet again, only to reveal the red lipstick stains on his lips, neck, and cheeks.

"No, no, don't let me interfere. Plus, I've got an outfit, so thanks for the help." Jake doesn't even say bye before hanging up, and that leaves little to Jay and Heeseung's imagination as to what's about to happen.

"Good luck on your dinner date," Jay said half-heartedly and sighed, a disappointed look taking over his features while he stared blankly at Heeseung's celling.

"Than- you good?" Heeseung peeked at the screen, noticing Jay's uneasy expression.

"Nothing, I'm just happy for you, and Jake seems happier with his wife, so yeah.." he mumbles.

"If it's nothing, you wouldn't have said it's nothing, so just tell me." Heeseung undressed, going to wash his outfit for dinner tonight.

"Fine, but don't make fun of me," Jay warns, pointing his finger at the camera while Heeseung nods. "I have just been thinking lately, you know you're working things out with your wife. Jake and his wife are doing better, and I don't know. I guess I'm just envious? I know my wife, and I aren't on the best of terms, and I just want to fix it cause it’s all my fault, but at this point, I'm not sure how to reverse everything that I did. She's just so distant now, and it hurts, especially knowing I'm the one who made her feel that way," he sighed.

Heeseung took in everything. All three of their situations were quite similar, and Jay was right. They were literally the problem. They fell right under that typical insufferable husband role, and he knew exactly how Jay felt, except Jay was a bit better off cause at least he wasn't in between a divorce and a makeup, but it was still bad nevertheless. "I'm gonna give it too straight. I'm not even sure what I'm doing, to be honest. I'm just trying to show her how much I truly do love and appreciate her," he sighed. "I guess what I'm trying to say is you tell her you love her, stop the petty arguments appreciate her for her, and tolerating your bull shit," he says, trying to lighten up the mood, and Jay chuckles softly. "Also, show her how much you love her, listen to her spend time together, maybe even take her to the location of your first date or something memorable, you know?" heeseung advised while loading his laundry into the washer machine.

Jay nodded, taking notes. So hopefully, he could repair his damaged marriage like his friends were doing. "Thanks, I really do appreciate it a lot," he says, getting emotional but trying to play it off, but Heeseung could see right through him.

"And don't be afraid to show your emotions. She'll appreciate that you feel comfortable enough to be vulnerable with her," heeseung encourages. "Now I have a date, and so do you, so I'll talk to you later, yeah?"

"Yea… yeah, I'll let you know how it goes. Thanks again," he sniffles softly, feeling thankful for having a great friend and co-worker like Heeseung.

"Anytime now, let's go get our girls back," he smiles, and Jay crosses his fingers before hanging up his phone.

-

"Hoon, can you please stay just for tonight?" You plead. it's been a few hours since you talked to Heeseung over the phone, and now you are getting cold feet about seeing him, so you’re hoping Hoon could be your moral support.

"Y/n," he sighed. "You're my best friend. I care about you, I really do, but don't you think you two should like spend some time alone? Like just the two of you."

"But hoon, this is the first meet-up since, you know, and I'm just so nervous about seeing him again," you mumbled, clutching onto his shoulder for dear life.

"I don't know…." He says, feeling unsure of the whole thing. "Wouldn't I just make things awkward or more awkward?"

"No, if anything, you'll be there to stop anything awkward from happening." You looked at him silently, begging with your eyes until he caved in.

"Okay," he sighs, and you hug him, feeling relieved. "I still don't think this is a good idea, y/n"

"It'll be fine, thanks Hoon. I can always count on you."

"Yeah, yeah, now unhand me so I can shower." he rolls his eyes playfully.

-

"Hi, y/n." It was minutes before five, and as Heeseung promised, he was standing outside your door, your favorite takeout in hand and a gorgeous smile on his face. He looked so handsome in his black pants and navy blue button-up that you almost forgot to greet him back.

"Hi," you murmur and step aside for him to come in. "I'll take your coat," you say once he sets the food on the kitchen counter.

"Thank you," he says awkwardly while slipping his blazer off his shoulders.

You practically bolted out of the kitchen and ran to the closet to calm yourself. "It's gonna be okay, y/n," you repeated over and over again, fumbling to get a hanger for his coat, and you couldn't help but inhale the cologne on his coat cause you missed his scent so much.

"Oh hey, heeseung" Sunghoon had left his room a few minutes after he heard you and heeseung talking in the kitchen, and he figured that was his cue to join you both.

"Sunghoon? Hi," heeseung straightens his posture from his once-slouched position on the kitchen island.

You came back from the closet, a forced smile on your lips as you saw the two interacting.

Heeseung turned to you, his smile just as forced as yours. "Didn't know we were having company. Would have bought more food."

"Oh!" You laughed awkwardly. "He and I went out for lunch, so we're not that hungry," you assured heeseung so he wouldn't feel bad. Little did you know the idea of you going out to lunch with Sunghoon made him more than just bad. He was furious but didn't show it on the outside. He knew you and Sunghoon were bestfriends, but that didn't mean he relished the idea of another man taking you out to eat.

"Lunch? Like just the two of you?" He asks, pointing back and forth between you and Sunghoon.

Sunghoon gulped, already feeling the tension building in the room. "Yeah," he answers simply.

"Must have been nice. Sure, you both had a great time together all alone." Heeseung smiles widely before it quickly falls, and he decides to unpack the food on the table to distract himself from that mental image of you and Sunghoon hanging out. He knew he was being unreasonable, but still, he was upset and needed a minute or two to control himself.

"Oh, I can get the- " You try to help him plate the food, but he quickly refuses your help.

"It's fine. Why don't you two make yourself comfortable on the couch together" He offers, and you pull back when you make eye contact with Sunghoon, who has been shaking his head back and forth.

"Why would you tell him that??!!" Sunghoon whispers yells once you both sit on the couch.

"Tell him what?" You say, completely oblivious to what was happening.

"Oh, Hoon and I went out to lunch," he says in a slightly pitched voice, mocking your tone.

"Oh……ooooooh," you made a face of realization. "Oopsie"

"Yeah, oopsie, now he probably thinks I'm trying to steal his wife." Sunghoon threw his arms up in the air and exaggeratedly sighed.

"And I don't sound like that." You folded your arms, staring dead ahead.

"You do," he argued.

"Whatever," you said agitatedly. "I wasn't even aware that he'd be upset," you reasoned.

"Y/n," he sighed. "Imagine he invited you over for dinner and brought his girl best friend and, on top of that, told you about his day with her." he sits facing you.

You chewed on your lip in thought. "Okay, I guess I get it, so how do I fix it?" You whisper.

"Calm down, heeseung" he took a deep breath before taking the food to the living room, and all of a sudden, this felt more like a friend hangout than a time for you guys to talk things out, and so he was pissed about that even though he didn't show it.

The dinner was the most awkward thing any of you had ever done, and you blame yourself for that cause now you saw hoons point of view, and it was a very bad decision to have him for moral support, especially because none of you were even saying anything the only sound in the living room was utensils scraping against plates.

Once you all finished eating dinner, you sat in silence until Sunghoon asked if you wanted to watch a movie, to which you replied yes.

Heeseung wanted to say no with every bone in his body because that meant he still wouldn't have time to talk one-on-one with you, but since you wanted to watch it, he agreed.

Half an hour into the movie, heeseung couldn't help but notice that he sat atleast two cushions away from you while Hoon sat right next to you. And at this point, he was fed up. Jealousy was taking over his entire being, so he boldly stood up and took a seat right by your side, seemingly unfazed by how his shoulder and thigh were brushing up against you.

He put his arm on the back of the sofa cushion,m, so he could secure his spot next to you. "You enjoying the movie so far?" Heeseung whispers next to your ear, which makes your skin tingle from his warm breath, fanning against it.

Thank goodness it was dark in the living room cause his face was completely on fire. He felt like he was on a first date with you all over again. That’s just how nervous he was.

You nod softly, nearly just giving in to the temptation of nuzzling up next to him. The proximity was killing you, but you held yourself back from hugging him.

"Me too," he whispers while making direct eye contact. "Reminds me of the nights we used to spend together." he inches his hand closer and closer to your shoulder til his thumb softly brushed against it, testing the waters. The next moment, he was boldly grabbing your shoulder, bringing you closer to his body.

Of course, none of this got by Sunghoon, and he decided it'd be best to leave you two alone like you and he had talked about prior. "Well, I think I'm gonna call it a night." he fake yawns and stretches his arms, giving you a quick wink for good luck.

"Goodnight, hoon," you tell him just before he gets out of sight.

"Night," Heeseung says as he softly squeezes your shoulder, and he sighs in relief at the thought of you both finally being alone together.

After the movie had ended a nerve-racking silence makes him pull away from you, leaving an unreasonable distance between the both of you.

You immediately frown at the distance, and he clears his throat, trying to strike up a conversation even though he doesn't quite know how. "So, how do you like living with sunghoon?" He bounces his leg nervously, barely making any eye contact with you.

"It's.." you trailed off for a moment, thinking of what you wanted to say. "Nice," you put it simply cause obviously you'd rather much be living at home with your husband. Living with Hoon was nice, but nothing could beat being with the love of your life in the privacy of your home.

"That's good," he whispers, eyes nervously darting across every inch of the room. "So, how have you been?"

He hates this. He hates that you're both so awkward right now. He hates how he once used to be comfortable enough around you to share his every thought, but now it feels hard to even speak, and he knows he has no right to be upset cause this is all his doing, and he reminds himself that he deserves this for everything he's done to you.

"Could be better." You gave him a small smile, picking up the pillow on the other side of the couch and fiddling with the loose threads on it.

He feels his heart drop cause he knows it's his fault why you feel like that, and it makes him feel useless as your husband cause his duty was to make you the happiest woman on earth, but instead, he made you feel everything but that. "I'm so sorry, y/n" he lowers his head, tears pricking his eyes. "And here I go again." he laughs pathetically at himself cause all he seemed to be doing in your presence was crying as if he even had the right to as if he was the one being wronged in some way. "I'm so stupid for thinking this could ever even work." he wipes his tears and looks up, finally wiping the tears from his face. "I'm just gonna go." He whispers, voice breaking down with every syllable.

The reality of the damage he'd done for all those months had finally set in. No matter how many times he said sorry or how many times you forgave him, he wasn't deserving of you. He didn't deserve to have the honor of calling you his wife and being your husband. He was a fucking worthless piece of shit that took you for granted, and now he was going to own up to his foolish mistakes. Besides, you were worth way more than anything he could ever even dream of giving you. It hurt him so bad to face the fact, but it was true. If you two couldn’t even speak to one another properly, what was even left?

Absolutely nothing.

It was over.

He should have never contacted you when you left.

He had his chance, and he ruined it, plain and simple.

He got up and left, not concerned about getting his coat, before he walking out the door.

Everything happened so fast that you weren't quite sure what to make of this situation today. You felt like you guys would make some type of steps towards mending things, but to hear him say that and just walk out on you with no explanation was like taking one step forward and two steps back. You were conflicted about what to do, but you let him go, assuming he just needed to be alone right now, not knowing that this would be the last you heard and saw of him.

You sighed, sitting all by yourself, hoping this would end soon. You just wanted your life back. You wanted your husband back. You wanted heeseung to come back to you.

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[bubble-popping]

day 46 :] back with more angst <3

When he opened that door, Techno almost collapsed. An all-too-familiar mask smiled back at him, unmoving, mocking, and accompanied by a floor-length green cloak. What kind of sick joke was this? Techno wanted to ask, but all words died on his tongue. For just a split second, he wondered--hoped, oh gods how he hoped--that maybe it'd all been one long, horrible nightmare.

Hands parted the cloak, reached up to the mask, and Techno's hope instantly shattered. Those weren't his hands, not his gloves, and certainly not his face. He swallowed thickly, forced down the bile that had risen up his throat.

"Punz?"

"Hey," they whispered, barely audible. "Can we talk?"

And against his better judgement, maybe only because he'd felt so achingly lonely for too long, he allowed them in.

Punz walked to sit at his table (he should really make more seating options), clutching the mask against their chest. The door shut, deafeningly loud in the awkward silence. Techno passed them on the way to the furnaces in the kitchen.

"Ya thirsty? I can make some hot tea."

"That'd be nice. Thank you." They didn't look up when they spoke, gaze fixed on the wooden table. Nor did they say anything further as Techno boiled a pot of water and stirred in some tea leaves.

The uncomfortable silence stretched until Techno came to sit across from them, gently pushing a cup to their side--having to move the vase of roses to do so, much as it felt terribly wrong. They made no attempt to grab it, merely staring at the steaming brown contents.

"So," Techno began, clearing his throat, "why don't ya start with why yer wearin' a dead man's clothes?"

Punz minutely flinched. Their voice shook as they said, "I'm sorry if I scared you or anything like that. It-it just feels nice to... I can almost imagine he's still here, through me. He, um, he left me them." That explained why Dream was so bare when he showed up. Techno assumed he just had nothing to fear then. "As for why he left me them... I've been asking myself the same thing."

"Why are ya here?"

"I-I," they paused to take a deep breath, and Techno knew this would be long-winded. "I've been looking everywhere for him, Technoblade. Everywhere, asked everyone, but they either hadn't seen him or didn't know where he went. I've been searching since that fucking death message and every time I hit a goddamn brick wall. Like he just vanished into thin air. Finally, yesterday, I spoke with Callahan again. He said the last person Dream had a will to give to was you. Please, please tell me you saw him."

For the first time since they arrived, they met his stare. Tears bubbled in their eyes, blue and watery as a babbling brook. They looked like all their lives hinged on his answer.

Techno solemnly nodded. "Yeah. I saw 'em. He was here."

Their eyes widened, expression hopeful, and they leaned forward with each next question. "He was!? What did he say? Where did he go?"

"He came here to die."

They reeled back. "What?"

The pinkette took a long drink of his tea now that it'd cooled some. "Yeah, I don't know why either."

"What-what does that mean?"

"Apparently, he was sick. Really sick. Had been since he was a kid. He said he came to me because I wouldn't 'make as big a deal out of it.' He wanted to use his favor to see some roses before he went, so I took 'em to a flower forest. He touched a few, thanked me, and then he..." Now Techno couldn't bear to make eye contact, looking at the blank wall was the only thing stopping him from breaking down. The memories were still so vivid, so painful.

"That... that's it?"

"That's it."

[barry-j-blupjeans]

@taznovembercelebration - Serious

"The situation I'm about to pitch to you is hypothetical," Lup said, which was always a great way to start a conversation about something that Taako was sure was definitely not hypothetical. But he nodded anyway and said,

"Shoot."

Lup was lounging over the side of the top bunk in their shared quarters, her head and hair hanging down directly into Taako's space. She was lucky he didn't have any scissors on him. They were technically supposed to be working, but what was Davenport going to do if they didn't organize the lab files after Lup had almost dripped acid onto half of them? Fire the two of them? Unlikely. That'd make for an awkward reset in a few weeks.

"So imagine there's this guy-"

"Is he hot?" Taako interrupted because that was important.

"…yes," she said after a few seconds of deliberation. "So, so hot. It's unbelievable how hot he is."

"I'm listening," Taako said.

"So imagine there's this guy," Lup went on. "And he's super hot and super nice to you all the time. And at first, you're just like, ehhh. But then you're like ooooo, because you're around him a lot and he's just very- he's a good man! He's fun! What do you do?"

"This seems like it's not hypothetical," Taako said, instead of saying "fucking finally" because this was not the time.

"It is," Lup said, like a liar. "Super hypothetical, super hot-" Taako pulled a face now. He wasn't sure what went wrong with Lup's definition of hot, but here they were. "-super kind, incredibly funny, great to be around-"

"Great fashion choices, too, I bet," Taako said.

"Taako." The bed above him creaked as Lup rolled over, now hanging down toward him. "I feel like you're not taking me seriously."

"Oh, I'm taking you so seriously," Taako said, not taking this seriously at all. "I'm just saying like, if this fantasy guy is super hot and super nice, why can't he have great fashion choices too?"

Lup pursed her lips and squinted her eyes at him.

"Gotta round out his character," Lup said. "Now are you gonna answer the fucking question or not! What do you do! It's important!"

"This hypothetical guy is important?"

"Taakoooo," Lup groaned, lifting her head back up and out of his view. The bed squeaked again and Taako could just imagine Lup covering her eyes with her hands. "Answer the question!"

"I would tell him how I feel and maybe like, go on a date if he's down. Which, hypothetically, I'm pretty sure he would be."

"You would not," Lup said.

"I would!" Taako defended, sitting up. "Hypothetically, I could go ask this guy out right now and then you could sit in here and be sad because I've snatched Barry up for myself-"

"Shhh!" Lup said, leaning back over the side so fast that she launched her entire body down. She hit the floor with a thud and Taako laughed so hard he started coughing. Lup scrambled up onto his bed, hitting his arms. "Taako shut the fuck up!"

"You fuckin'-" Taako couldn't even get a word out between his laughter. He had tears in his eyes. And Lup's tense look of disapproval was not helping his situation. "Just- give me a second- ohhhh boy-"

"You're an awful brother," Lup said.

"Yeah, yeah," Taako said, wiping his eyes. He sniffed and cleared his throat, struggling not to break into another round of laughter when he looked back over at Lup. "Oof, okay, okay- so you like Barry- ah! Don't give me that look, you're not that fuckin' discreet, Lup. He might not have figured it out but that's 'cus he's too busy staring at your ass or whatever-"

"He does not-"

"Not that you've noticed," Taako said. Lup's ears began to flush. "But trust me, the rest of us have been waiting so long, oh my gods."

"I didn't know until cycle nineteen!" Lup said defensively.

"Nineteen?" Taako said. "Oh, babe, no. Damn, you're both just super stupid-"

"Is this supposed to be helpful?"

"Oh, right," Taako said. "No, okay. So you like Barry and you want to know hypothetically what you should do in this situation. Right?"

"…right," Lup said, eyes narrowed.

"Well, it's Barry," Taako said. "If I were you, I would tell him like, straight out. 'Cus he's not gonna notice otherwise, y'know? Barry's not the, uh, pick up the clues kinda guy with feelings. Maybe if you were like, one of the engines, then he could figure it out. But you're a person with big emotions and you just gotta tell him. Seriously."

"But-"

"No, no, no," Taako said. "No but's. For real, Lup, he's not gonna notice."

"But what if he doesn't like me back," Lup said, hugging her knees to her chest. "I- I don't know what I'd do in that situation."

Taako took a deep breath. He loved Lup, with his whole heart. She was his foundation, his twin, the person he trusted with everything. But goddamnit, sometimes he wished she was smarter. What the fuck does she mean "what if he doesn't like me back?" Has she been under a rock for the last twenty-four years?? Did she hit her head too hard when she fell from the bed?

"Lup," he said, with the patience you could only get if you had a dumb fucking sibling, like goddamn. "If you haven't noticed by now, we're gonna be here for a while."

[randomnameless]

Some nice positivity: feh proves social awkwardness in nabateans runs in the family 😂 billy trying to learn to people, flayn “how do you do fellow kids,” seteth having the single social braincell but still failing, rhea wanting to share a meal in the cafeteria 😭 i love them all so much, they really are just so cutely unsure of themselves but are friendly and kind

And somehow, the BL gang is still completely oblivious !

During a Friday visit to an orphanage, as usual, orphans run to Rhea to play and ignore Dimitri after staring a few seconds. It makes him very depressed. Dimitri asks Rhea how she manages to be so close to people while being the Archbishop and having her own role to uphold ; he's worried people, and children, are intimidated by his role and presence now that he is king.

But talking to children is easier, so they reveal the "nice lady with a plate on her head" always gives them biscuits, but the other person shines too much and they always have to squint when they look at him. Dimitri immediately gets the message - maybe he should ask Felix and Dedue to stop using "oil" to polish his armor when they're doing knightly things together - and Rhea has her revelation seeing Dimitri remove his armor, at first she thought Willy was just being horny, but this is the real secret to make people less anxious, the key is to undress!

Cichol would obviously disagree, but who cares about him ?

Come the next meal at the cafeteria, and Rhea is less anxious now that she knows what she has to do. Hopefully for everyone, Annette and Gilbert catch her in front of the doors, wondering what she is doing, is she joining everyone to share a meal?

"Well yes, but first, I have to undress."

Annette immediately wonders what the fuck, but Gilbert knows it must have a hidden meaning, the Archbishop couldn't have meant that the way they both understood it, she has a way with words that is not the way of everyone else, he worked for her for years, he knows she is not some kind of pervert, of course she is not.

Thinking as fast as he could, he only came to the logical conclusion that she wanted to remove her heavy robes, fearing an accident if food falls on them or something like this. Seeing them both silent, Rhea tries to make the situation less weird than it is, explaining how it is to make people feel less bothered if she eats with them.

Annette finally caught it, Lady Rhea's afraid how her role and stature as the Archbishop would make people feel too self-conscious to enjoy a proper meal, that's why she wants to look as if she's only someone and not the Archbishop!

Who knew Sylvain's ramblings about paintings could be useful?

"Worry not Lady Rhea, if you want to wear a normal dress, you will be able to eat with us as you and not as the Archbishop!"

After a few tries to find something that'd suit her, she finally goes in the cafeteria, but is stopped at the last moment by Seteth, who gives her the "I'm going to lecture you for the next 20 years" look, what is she doing, she's too old to play dress-up, this dress is not appropriate it shows her arms, she's the Archbishop, cover up for mother's sake !

Rhea refuses, and they argue, Seteth won't back down, he knows how stubborn she is so at least he will give her his jacket, but while Rhea's pushing him he actually rips his shirt, so they both fall in the cafeteria.

Rhea's sure people will stare and stop having a pleasant meal because of Seteth and his idiocies, but instead of saying "oh the archbishop" there are a lot of people running to a shirtless!Seteth, asking him if he can train them, if he needs squires or if they can become his knights, hell, if he needs assistance to "polish his armor".

Flayn wonders what happened to her dad to barge in the cafeteria without his shirt, maybe it's the crisis of the 3500s, her uncle Indech told her once that when Cichol will reach 3500 he will act weirdly. But she's pretty interested in Rhea's new dress, those designs and patterns look so modern!

"What are you talking about? This is the most traditional Faerghian dress, this design is as old as Faerghus !"

Mercie thinks Flayn wanted to find something to comment on, and doesn't think more about it, while Ashe and Ingrid talk about dresses depicted in various knightly novels, the Maiden of Wind's dress in the edition of 950 had a dress that was judged too "Adrestian", so the verses were modified to remove any part that could make a link with Adrestian fashion.

Sylvain wonders even more seriously if the Lady from his step-mom's painting wasn't related to Lady Rhea, because without the giant crown and robes, they really really really look alike, bar the hair color. But it's just a foolish remark, I mean, no one lives to be that old, besides, you can't really change the color of your hair, right? Flayn didn't get the part about "living that old" but tells Sylvain that yes, she tried to use berries a long time ago to change hair color, but it didn't work that well because she couldn't color the ends, but no one noticed it since yellow and green are close colors.

Sylvain stares at Flayn - the lady in the painting has yellow hair, but with green ends - wait just like Seiros he remembers Ingrid tried to put grass in her hair when they were younger when she was pretending she was Saint Seiros - is Flayn messing with him or ???

Ultimately, Rhea asks Catherine if it is alright to eat here, in the cafeteria, with everyone. Aren't people troubled or stressed because she is here? Catherine replies if anyone is bothered they will talk to her fist, but why is she even thinking she is bothering people? Everyone's happy to spend time with her!

"Even if I don't undress?"

Catherine's mind went blank for a second, what the fuck, what is Lady Rhea saying - who's the bastard who told her she had to undress to make people less anxious, Lady Rhea is too naive - but renews her knightly vows.

Meanwhile, Dimitri had to convince Felix and Dedue to let him join the cafeteria without any shirt on "It will create a commotion your Highness, please reconsider" "Stop being a boar and put clothes on!" "But it worked with the children, as soon as I removed a piece of clothing they stopped being afraid!"

"They weren't afraid they were just blinded by the sun reflected on your armor!"

[calleo-bricriu]

1996-ish.

((Chatting with @absintheabsence earlier today, we thought it’d be amusing to make Grindelwald listen to 110 or so year old Calleo describe @tmvoldemort in the most over the top, dramatic way possible so...but also, I absolutely love the way Voldemort was described in the books and will always be salty that the movies made him into a weirdly buff, blue eyed, not all that frightening guy with a very low, sultry voice instead of the skeletal, red eyed, no lipped, sharp teeth filled fucking creepy thing with a high pitched nasally voice. ))

"Officially a new administration," so much for hello. So much for not just shifting back at the window and tossing a copy of the evening Prophet onto that rickety desk.

"Again, I mean, we've had--this is third this decade alone. Put the former head of Magical Law Enforcement in as Minister, maybe to make it look legitimate but probably because he was always a slimy little," Calleo cleared his throat and ended that phrase with, "man."

"And he was always easy to influence; with the way he's been talking in those press conferences, he's either got a wand at his neck or he's being otherwise controlled, just not enough to make it immediately obvious." He hadn't really looked to Grindelwald for a reaction to any of that, as a reaction wouldn't have made any difference and the most likely reaction would have been one similar to his own: A combination of entertained and annoyed.

"Whatever." Calleo flopped back down on the always changing thing he kept Transfiguring into different shapes good for sitting or laying in positions not easily allowed by things like traditional furniture. This time it left him half sitting, half laying, with one leg over something that vaguely resembled a chair arm and the other propped up on the back of it so he could tap one of his shoes against the stone wall.

"The only part of it that's interesting is the Dark Lord," he wiggled his fingers menacingly at Grindelwald, "has been making quiet rounds to department directors in departments that apparently warrant his direct interest instead of just sending some low level sycophant. So, you know, obviously, I got a visit. About damn time too, but, realistically, the lift was 'broken' for several months and Maintenance couldn't seem to get it fixed and there's only one other way in that he doesn't know."

"Have you ever seen photographs of the dead things Muggles drag up from those abyss areas of the ocean? The things that are all translucent skin stretched over bone and are made of mostly teeth? Imagine one of those in ratty black robes and with an aversion to wearing shoes."

"Actually don't, I can describe him more properly!" Calleo grinned in that sharp sort of way that might have sliced through part of the stone walls as though they were made of wet paper.

"I'm not the best judge of height because mine changes so often based on the shoes I'm wearing, but he's not nearly as tall as I thought he'd be. I don't know if he's got other robes or not, but the ones he was wearing look like they came directly out of someone else's coffin. His toenails are long. Not, like, in that sort of way you get if you're just a bit nasty and don't clip them, it looks almost as though he's specifically grown them long to file them into points."

"Might be why he doesn't wear shoes," Calleo shrugged and laughed, "Matching nails on his hands, which is perfectly fine. He's almost see-through he's so pale, though. Not pale like you're pale or I’m pale, pale like a sheet of bleached white paper, you can see a great deal of his circulatory system; I'm almost convinced if I were to peek inside his robes under good lighting I'd be able to see whatever it is he's got for internal organs!"

"It looks...damp, as well, his skin. Very, very smooth but there's this sheen to it that makes it look damp and I don't think it is. Not too keen on touching him to find out as if he is damp, it's going to be the worst possible sensation. Rail thin, skeletal really, I'm not sure how it is he moves apart from just hand-waving it with ‘a Wizard did it’, because he really is THAT thin!"

Calleo shifted in the--thing he was sitting on and was nearly upside down now, with both feet up against the wall, grinning at the cell's other occupant upside down, "But his FACE though, you should see it, it's ghastly and fascinating at the same time! I had my guesses some time ago about what he'd done and how he'd seemingly been smacked right in the face with a killing curse and survived, but I can't ask him about that because I'm sure he thinks it's a secret despite knowing what my job is and where my expertise lies."

He reached back--or down, depending on one's perspective and started removing Merlin knew how many hairpins from his hair, with the bits that slowly came undone ending up pooling on the floor as he still hadn't sat back up. "Anyway, I don't know how many he'd made or has left but whatever he used to get himself a body again must've been about the size of one of these," one hairpin was flicked across the room at Grindelwald, "because he looks barely human. He's just sort of human-ish shaped and speaks at least one human language."

"Anyway," a laugh, entirely inappropriate given the topic, "apart from the tightly stretched, nearly see-through, damp and smooth looking skin, he's got these bright red eyes with cat pupil slits and that might be unsettling on its own but I keep the lights low in the Archives so they can't stay little slits if he wants to see, and they do the same thing as cat eyes! They go ROUND! But, still, I don't mean red eyes in the sense that he's not had any sleep in a few weeks, they're just bright, almost glowing red. Black pupils, everything else red. I've heard of that happening--well, read about it, I've only ever known people who've knocked themselves into two pieces, never more than that, and they just sort of get that 'I'm not high, what are you talking about?' sort of eye redness that's easy to hide."

"Then he's got this nose that's, I mean, it's there, he's got holes in his face for breathing and all, but the area is flat and just has slits, like you'd expect to find on a Muggle burn victim or something. He's got to have lips of some sort, maybe just very small ones, but whatever they are they don't cover even a third of his teeth, which are sharp, if you were at all curious. Like one of those awful looking things dredged up from the ocean floor. He might also have a forked tongue; human looking otherwise, just split, but I'm not sure, I figured staring at his mouth for too long would give the wrong impression."

Calleo shifted again, but it was only to roll a bit so he was laying on his stomach with his head turned toward Grindelwald, "But the part that would've likely got me killed if I weren't so good at knowing how to NOT react to things with anything but Basic Ministry Neutrality was his voice. Part of it's the nose, I think, then the weird mouth--at least he doesn't also lisp--and maybe he's got some completely fucked up internal throat structure, but his VOICE! I can't--"

This time he had to pause to collect himself after a not insignificant amount of near giggling, "It's so high pitched and nasally! And that's his normal speaking voice!" Of course, Calleo simply had to pinch his own nose shut and raise his voice a couple of octaves, "Can you just imagine how much it goes up if he gets his wand in a knot over something? Because," mercifully, he didn't keep the imitation of Voldemort's voice going for more than a few words, "most peoples' voices go up a bit if they're angry or really excited about something and imagine what I just did there, only even higher pitched in that sort of situation."

"I would love to study him as a specimen, as I've never met anyone who's dragged themselves back with only a sliver of a soul but that's another thing where I think it might give off the wrong impression; I'd hate for him to think I'm interested in him rather than interested in him."

Evidently, laying (or sitting) still wasn't a thing Calleo was willing to do just yet, and he was now on his back, gathering his hair around to one side of him to start braiding it. "The thing is, I know who he is--or was. Albus ( @everyheartbesure ) kept bouncing back and forth between calling him Voldemort and Tom back when we first talked about it in 1981 and I remembered a student with the same name that he'd mentioned to me a few times, who was also the same person that worked at Borgin & Burke's for a few years. I only remember him because he wasn't a Borgin or a Burke and, by default, significantly more pleasant to deal with. Well-spoken, intelligent, seemingly well educated on everything in the shop, decent looking; dark eyes, dark hair, not translucent, spoke a little strangely now and again but who doesn't if they're working with the Dark Arts?"

"Knowing that in hindsight made it a little more clear as to how he was able to charm his way into a following; I do recall him being very polite and charming and coupling that with the way he looked, it likely wasn't very difficult to convince nearly anyone to go along with whatever he was telling them."

"He's going to have to really ramp up the charm to compensate for the lack of looks, I can tell you that much, unless he's planning to drop the 'charm' aspect altogether and go with, 'You can do what I say or I'll make you sit across from me while I try and make human facial expressions while looking like this.'"

"Shame, really." Calleo finished with the braid and curled up on his side, still facing Grindelwald; it would be rude to face the wall, after all, since that wasn't who he was talking to. "Interesting, but still a pity he ended up like that. On the plus side, he seems to want to try and run the Ministry so that's going to guarantee he ends up having everything pulled in so many ridiculous directions at once that he'll likely be in and out within five or so years maximum!"

"Anyone who decides they want to try and run the Ministry deserves what they get. I'm not sure he has the ability to tolerate the level of nonsense you have to be able to tolerate to even work there long term, let alone try and control it."

[once-upon-a-fanfic]

What if you were dared by your friends to ask Rodrick to prom? Though you were dreading the night, you were surprised by how sweet and funny he is and end up falling for him.

Requested by @rodricksfilipinagf

"Oh no, Y/N," your friend Sarah nudged you. "Your favorite person is looking at you again!"

You groaned. You didn't need to look to know that Sarah was talking about Rodrick Heffley. Ugh. You had no idea why Rodrick had taken a liking to you. Sure, you had a few classes together, but you and Rodrick couldn't be more different.

"You should ask him to prom," your friend Nat said. "You KNOW he would say yes."

"That's just mean," you said.

"You never know; you might end up liking him," Sarah said. "Plus, it's been a while since your last boyfriend. What's the harm in one date?"

"Yeah, and if it goes badly, we'll be there to rescue you," Nat added.

"I don't know, guys..." you glanced over your shoulder to meet Rodrick's stare. Embarrassed, he quickly looked away. Even you had to admit that he was kind of cute.

"I dare you to!" Nat said with glee. "Do it, Y/N."

You sighed. Okay, it was a childish prompt, but it's not like anyone else was lining up to ask you to prom.

You crossed the lunchroom over to Rodrick's table, where he was sitting with his friends and bandmates.

You wore your best smile and said, "Hi Rodrick. How are you?"

"Um, good," he stammered, his face red. "H-how are you?"

"Do you have a date for prom yet?" you asked.

Rodrick's friends "ooh"ed like little kids. Rodrick snapped at them to shut up.

"Not yet, Y/N." Sensing what was coming next, Rodrick swapped his nerves for confidence. "How about you?"

"Nope," you said. "I was wondering... do you want to go together?"

"Yeah," he said coolly, but his big grin gave him away--he was definitely stoked. "That'd be great."

"Cool," you said, your stomach twisted with nerves. "Can't wait."

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It was a long, awkward two week wait to prom night. Every day at school, Rodrick tried to talk to you about prom details, like when he should pick you up or what color dress you were wearing. Seeing how excited he was was making you start to dread the prom. But, you would feel terrible if you backed out last night. And it's not like you couldn't go to prom... after all, it's prom! Your friends reassured you that they would be there for you no matter what, so you decided to suck it up and go.

When 7pm rolled around, Rodrick surprised you by NOT pulling up in the van. Instead, he was driving a nice, normal sedan. Huh? What happened to the van?

"Hey," he said brightly when you stepped outside to meet him. "You look beautiful, Y/N."

Despite yourself, you blushed. Rodrick looked handsome in a black suit that looked a size too big for his lanky frame. "Aw, thanks, Rodrick. Uh, nice car."

He smiled sheepishly. "Thanks; it's my mom's. I'm sorry I couldn't afford a limo, but I didn't want to drive you in the van..."

"It's okay," you said, feeling touched that he thought of different transportation. "Really. We don't need a limo to have fun!"

His eyes lit up. "Right!"

After a few photos in front of your house (which your parents insisted on, even though you kept telling them not to), Rodrick opened the car door for you. In the car, he played acoustic rock music, including some of your favorite songs you didn't know he liked too. By the time you arrived at prom, you surprised yourself by looking forward to the night.

When you guys entered together, your friends Nat and Sarah found you right away. You told Rodrick you'd catch up with him a minute, and the boy wandered off to find his friends.

"How's it going so far?" Sarah asked teasingly. "Everything you hoped and more?"

"Actually," you smiled, "Yes, believe it or not. He's super sweet."

"Wow!" Nat said with wide eyes. "So you're actually glad you asked him out?"

"Yeah." You met Rodrick's glance from across the room. Just like that, you couldn't wait to dance the night away with him. "Now if you excuse me, I need to get back to my date."

That night would mark the beginning of your relationship with Rodrick... all because of a dare!

[stardustincarnate]

LOVE SHOT // Fred Weasley x Reader

word count : 2,975

genre : fluff

summary : things may run off the track unexpectedly, but whether they're for the better or worse is the question.

"Please let it work. Actually it's fine if not -- oh, but please just work!"

"What're you mumbling about, darling?"

"Nothing! And did you just call me darling, Fred?"

"What do you prefer then? Love? Sweetheart? Sunshine? Princess?"

"Augh... My God, you drank too much."

Fred giggled with an almost sheer dazed look gracing his features. You rolled your eyes and averted your gaze, knowing, yet completely ignoring the way the older ginger''s eyes never left you.

Waiting patiently for your target with an intensifying feeling of awkwardness, thanks to your companion who was acting slightly off-characters, you fidgeted with your handkerchief and stuffed hors d'oeuvres to your mouth.

There, finally. Thank God. Ron came back to your table, followed by Harry. You wiped off the non-existent mess on your lips and mustered the cutest, most affectionate smile that you could -- which, to Harry, looked almost a bit preposterous -- and looked expectantly at Ron, who then gave you a subtle smile, idleness visible on his eyes -- something which you didn't heed at the time because of an internal haughtiness due to your 'small victory.'

Tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, you uttered, "H-Hi Ron --"

"Hello."

"Enjoying ourselves, I hope?"

"Uhm... yeah."

"Would you like some butterbeer?"

"That'd be cool. Yeah."

"A-All right -- I'll go get two for us -- "

"Can you get one for me too?" Harry interrupted just as you were about to stand up. "Okay, sure." He was Ron's best friend anyway.

"I'll accompany you." Fred invited himself and began leading before you could retaliate. You kept silent and followed nonetheless, glancing every now and then at Ron who valiantly tried to busy his uneventful situation by staring resentfully at the revelers. You were beginning to think that the Amortentia that you had brewed for him didn't work. And like you mentioned before, it would be fine if it didn't. Still! It would be a shame if your efforts really went in vain. C'mon, it was your only chance to experience your feelings to be reciprocated. Was that too much to ask?

Your helplessness however dissipated once you caught Ron staring at your direction. Was he smiling? He was! He was smiling at me! You grinned and waved animatedly at your crush, bumping into another figure during the process.

That figure, out of all the people in the venue, just so happened to be your favorite professor, Severus Snape.

"Enjoying ourselves, aren't we, Miss [L/N]?"

"Y-Yes sir. V-Very much."

He glanced at Harry and Ron before scrutinizing you.

"Good." You sighed in relief as he walked away, cape billowing behind. You found it exceedingly ominous -- or were you only overreacting? Of course you were, silly you. But it couldn't be helped. If Snape found out that you had brewed a love potion -- oh boy, detention would be the least of your concerns.

With those thoughts gone, you continued your little amble, only for you to stop again, seeing how Fred already got four glasses imperfectly balanced on his hold. He grinned at you before winking.

"Oh hey uhm thanks, Fred. I can help you with that though."

"Nonsense! Can't have a lovely lass not enjoying this fair night, can we?"

"Fred... I'm literally just going to carry two of those."

"I'm fine, darling!"

He was acting very eccentric, you reckoned. You shrugged, pitifully staring at him while he tried (and failed) to hide his struggle.

You'd gone back to your table and the night ensued too normally. No -- mundane would be the correct word. The night only consisted of drinking butterbeer, staring enviously at revelers, who were clearly relishing the ball, and apologetically glancing at one another for not having dates to enjoy the night with. Except for Fred, though. He had a date -- why on earth did he choose to suffer with the three of you? You played with your glass and furtively looked at Ron. Did the potion work or did it not?

Or perhaps it had, and Ron was only trying hard to control himself. After all, you were in public.

You had to keep that girlish giggle to yourself, hoping that the following days would prove your assumed victory right.

*･῾ ᵎ⌇ ⁺◦ 💘 ✧.*

Days turned into weeks; weeks into a month -- and you had tried arduously to deny the clear and discernible result of your little experiment. However, the evidence spoke loud and clear. And quite literally too.

"Darling [Y/N]!"

How on earth did this happen? How did Fred, instead of Ron, drink the love potion? Ah, forget those hows! You thought that you should have foreseen a mix-up happening, especially because your target was Ron Weasley -- Ron, whose older brothers, the twins, would take every chance to make things run off the track.

"Love, here are your books! Ah there -- they're a bit dusty. I thought these old geezers were supposed to clear these stuffs."

"Quiet!"

"Sorry!"

The librarian gave you and Fred another death glare. You frowned at your companion and he mouthed an apology. In silence, you sat down and began perusing the books he had brought you. He, thankfully, gave no heed to what you were reading as he was busy admiring you, a dazed look on his face -- which by then you had grown accustomed to. It was severely blood-curling for the first few days to have him stare at you for more than half of the day because he just so happened to be in most of your classes. Filch would give you revolted glances everytime he encountered you walking side by side in the corridors. Your friends would give you dreamy looks and even Ron, your freaking crush, had jested about shipping you and Fred.

"Ugh. This is a conundrum."

"What is, dearest? Did I give you the wrong books? I can go find similar ones."

"No -- it's fine. Don't worry about it. I'll go look for them myself."

"Just shout if you need assistance, 'kay?"

"Fred... We're in a library."

"So?"

You rolled your eyes and reluctantly began your task. That your fingers had an ample amount of dust only proved that you had been skimming for books for too long. You needed an antidote for that love potion as soon as possible. You growled and thought that you should've considered first that lest things go awry -- which it obviously did. You were so certain that the effects of the potion would eventually fade, and now that your theory had been proven wrong, you swore to never do something like that again. Guilt had already begun consuming you, knowing that Fred would unconsciously do everything for you.

"Ugh. This sucks..." Your eyes continued searching until you finally found what looked like the solution. Sighing in relief, you tiptoed to reach the book. You felt warmth suddenly cradling your back, and a pair of arms did the arduous job so easily for you.

"Here."

"Thanks, Fred."

"Anything for you."

He smiled and affectionately ruffled your hair. A smile of your own followed, unbidden. Your fingers touched as you took the book, and a jolt of electricity made you stop for a millisecond. Your nape was burning and a funny feeling was swirling in your tummy. Fred's smile grew, his eyes never leaving you.

"Erm. We should go back."

You headed back to the table feverishly, absently hugging the book shaking your head.

*･῾ ᵎ⌇ ⁺◦ 💘 ✧.*

"You feel, uh, anything strange?"

"What strange, love?"

"Like strange strange. Perhaps, confused? As to why you're in my room?"

"Are you worried? Aw love, you needn't be! I'm fine, even if I get caught walking out of the girls' quarter. Detention would be worth it for you."

"Yeah, because you wouldn't be alone in there once they find out that I invited you in."

You sighed helplessly and stared, in consternation, at your own reflection -- devoid of all hope -- in the liquid mixed with the love potion antidote which you had prepared for him.

"Is something the matter? You know you can talk to me, [Y/N]."

Fred stood up from your bed and tenderly placed his hand on your shoulder. Your weary eyes met his -- his eyes which stared so fondly at you, though concern began to grow prominent. Your emotions veered violently. Hopelessness to vexation -- vexation to an almost poignant and restrained affection -- then to pity. Pity for your own self and most importantly, pity for him.

His expressions spoke loud with sincerity, and so did his affections. Or maybe you wished they did.

There came that familiar jolt of electricity -- that funny, swirling feeling in your stomach, and that heat which enveloped your entirety. It was such a lovely feeling, yet it was far more a terrible one -- knowing that no matter how valiantly you began to wish his actions and intentions were genuine, they were merely following what that bloody love potion had told them to do.

"Uhm Fred... Best you head back now. It's getting late. Let's... Let's talk tomorrow."

Fred seemed reluctant to leave, the look of concern on his face amplified.

"You sure you're all right, pretty?"

"Yup! I -- I'm good. Thanks. Now go."

Fred was slightly pouting. "You sure, huh? Well, if you say so then. Goodnight! Dream a little dream of me. Tomorrow will be a better day, I promise you."

"Y-Yeah. Nighty."

He sent you a flying kiss that had you grinning absurdly like a schoolgirl. However, that grin didn't last long as you were already alone. You frowned and went to the corner of your room where the leftovers of your most abhorred possession resided. That cursed love potion. The root of all your dilemmas.

You smirked sardonically. Who's so brazen now, huh? You leaned closer, letting the smell waft to you, and it seemed like Fred never left the room. You chuckled cynically, then proceeded to groan in utter frustration.

It was a foolish idea to begin with, really. How could you be so daft, resorting into making that deadly potion just because no one liked you? Just because, for once, you wanted to feel appreciated and loved? And worse -- you gave it to the wrong person! Then what happened? You fell hard for that person. Karma was indeed doing their job excellently.

You had relished those times with him, truly. Those ridiculously cheesy nicknames that he had given you, times he'd tail you, help you with your books, make you laugh for hours on until your personal problems flurry away, and times he'd make you feel like you were the most special person in the world... Really. But it was enough. They were all fake anyway, right?

Right.

It was good while it lasted, but you'd rather rot in detention instead of being eaten alive by your conscience.

There was only one person who knew potions, antidotes, and the like better than anyone else. And even if you hated confronting him in any given situation, you got yourself in this hole of troubles in the first place.

*･῾ ᵎ⌇ ⁺◦ 💘 ✧.*

"Uhm... Fred..."

"Yes love?"

"I've a favor..."

"Anything for you. Just tell me what it is."

"Hooh, okay... Can you accompany me to Professor Snape's office?"

Fred's eyes seemed to twitch at your request.

"Oh, well if you don't want to -- "

"No, no! It's all right."

Then he had the most inscrutable expression. Something seemed to veer in his head. You had no idea what it was.

"He -- uhm -- he called for me. I just need someone to accompany me because... you know... I'm a scaredy-cat."

"Of course, dearest." He smiled and jauntily got up from his seat, placing his hands on your shoulders.

"Thanks."

And so you began to trudge towards your imminent doom, taking so little steps in order to furthermore delay the inevitable. But alas, there you were. Right in front of Snape's office. You heaved a huge sigh. Feeling the extremity of tangible discomfort and not wanting to stand absurdly in front of Snape's office for another five minutes, Fred knocked on the door for you.

The door was leisurely opened seconds later. The mere sight of the professor whose gaze pierced radically through you, as if he had already known your horrible secret, made your heart pommel your ribcage.

"Yes, Mr. Weasley? And Ms. [L/N]. I don't remember calling either of you, but if you came to volunteer for dete --"

"N-no no no, Professor!" You sidled from Fred's back, doing your best yet failing to avoid Snape's eyes. "Y-You see... We -- we have a slight problem."

"Oh, Ms. [L/N], you've obviously come to the wrong place. I do not fix love quarrels. Good day."

"W-Wait! Professor! It's not like that -- but, well it technically is -- but!"

"But what? You're wasting my time." It was Snape's second attempt to close the door on your faces. You hampered the force with your hands and began to confess your crime. Very quickly.

"IaccidentallygaveFredalovepotionandnowIcan'ttakeitanymoresoIneedyourhelpyouaretheonlyonewhocanmakeanantidoteSirpleasehelp."

Exasperation grew, so was his confusion. But he got the message eventually and looked at Fred with an inscrutable expression, then he looked at you. He tutted, eyes wandering betwixt you and your companion as he invited you in.

Snape was wordless as he rummaged through his shelves, but that silence was far more oppressive than whatever scolding you'd previously imaged to receive. But still, it seemed like he was saving his words for last. For, say, the final blow.

You gulped at the thought.

Suddenly he stopped and your eyes widened.

"Ms. [L/N], leave us for a moment."

You exited the room, confused but silent. Oh God, this is it. Doomsday. You were gnawing your bottom lip the whole time waiting while hearing only muffled sounds from the inside. You leaned over the door, nearly falling when Snape opened it. He beckoned you to come inside. You did so, a huge chunk in your throat.

Snape sat down, his languid eyes raking you and Fred, making you furtively glance at each other.

"There seems to be a different conundrum, Ms. [L/N]."

"W-What do you mean?"

"Apparently, the antidote did not work on Mr. Weasley."

"Huh? What?! So you mean he's gonna stay like this for much longer until you make the right one?"

The words lacking reverence came out unbidden, but Snape paid no heed and only looked at you, a trifle incredulous, and almost awed that you could've sworn he was sniggering.

"That depends, him staying like this for much longer. But for one certainty, Mr. Weasley here was never under the spell of a love potion."

"Professor—that's simply not possible! I specifically brewed that darned love potion for Ron but then Fred apparently drank it and so he started acting so... so lovesick all around me!"

Snape became even more disappointed, if not astounded, with your confession. He stood up from his chair and eloquently raised an eyebrow. You cowered under his imperious stare.

"Didn't it ever occur to you that the reason Mr. Weasley's tailing you, ostentatiously flirting with you anywhere poor bystanders might see, is because he is in love with you, under no effects of some cheap love potion or whatsoever?"

"W-What? That's impossible!" You looked at Fred, now with uncertainty. "Isn't it...?"

He spoke no words, but that silence combined with a boyish snigger was a vivid answer per se. You felt your entirety seethe, and in an instance you began punching his shoulder.

"Fred! Weasley! You were pranking me the WHOLE time?! I can't believe you—you bloody—!"

"Woah woah woah!" He gently held your shoulders in attempt to calm you. "I wasn't pranking you the whole time. I mean, Ron knew you had some fishy tricks up your sleeves that night. He didn't drink. He spat."

"And so you pretended you were the one who drank it?!"

"Hey! I wasn't pretending, okay? I mean, I just saw the opportunity in that apt situation."

"Then what's that supposed to mean, you cretin!?"

"Who's the cretin here now?" Fred laughed, and you, aggrieved, prepared to launch at him. He held your fists, tenderly patting them. "Hey, I'm only kidding! And, isn't it obvious? Even Professor Snape said so. I like you! And that's me saying it under no effects of the love potion."

You stood flabbergasted and frozen, unable to tear your eyes from his—his which spoke to you with profound and genuine affection. Your emotions veered as the fact—the confession—embedded itself in your mind. Motionless you had become. Everything he did... He was under no effects of a love potion the whole time.

Fred chuckled at your current disposition and patted your head before pulling you into a warm embrace.

"I don't need to drink any love potion to fall in love with you. I adore you because it is what I genuinely feel for you, 'kay?"

Blood simmered underneath your skin, your legs felt like they were melting. You could practically see him smiling as he said those words. You sighed fondly, and then hugged him back, unable to hide your smile any longer.

"Ehem."

Oh, and of course you were still in Snape's office. You and Fred quickly recoiled from each other. Save the whole cutesy stuff for later.

"Now that all of that romance has been taken care of -- " he smiled " -- I hope you do remember the consequences of stirring a love potion inside Hogwarts, Ms. [L/N]. Even if no one had truly suffered from your little experiment, you still brewed the potion, and therefore earned yourself three months' worth of detention."

You were about to complain when you felt Fred squeezing your hand. You had plenty of time to worry about detention. For now, you just wanted to relish the present, with the presence of the boy who sincerely reciprocated your feelings.

[evilwriter37]

If kiss prompt requests are still viable- I think 41 with Vigcup would be intriguing-

"Oh look," Viggo said, eyes going upwards. "There are your friends now. Such loyalty."

Hiccup rolled his eyes, not because of Viggo talking about his friends and their loyalty, but because of Viggo talking. Hiccup had hardly been able to get a word in since he'd brought him to his quarters. The man talked a lot.

"Yes, my dear?" Viggo asked, as if he was going to let him speak. "I was just going to say that I can't even keep my own brother focused and-"

He was interrupted very rudely, in a very surprising manner. The manner in which he was interrupted surprised Hiccup as well, even though he was the one to do it. With Ryker no longer holding him down in the chair, Hiccup was able to stand. He leaned across the table and smashed his lips up against Viggo's.

The rush made it an awkward kiss, with teeth slamming together. Hiccup nearly pulled away, because that hurt, but he wasn't done. He'd noticed the dagger on the table beside Viggo, and if he could keep him distracted long enough to grab the dagger...

Viggo clearly hadn't been expecting the kiss, but he'd also clearly very much wanted it. He melted into it, making a humming sound. He put a hand in Hiccup's hair. Ryker, still there, made a sound of utter disgust. He yanked Hiccup away right as Hiccup grabbed the dagger.

Viggo set a glare on Ryker. "Brother, did I not appear busy?" No one had yet noticed the dagger in Hiccup's hand. He could still use it, despite his hands being chained together. But who to use it on first? And when?

"You appeared too busy," Ryker said. "Distracted."

Viggo huffed,. Him. Hiccup would stab him first. "I was quite enjoying myself, which is the whole point of this expedition. Now, if you don't mind, I would have you unhand Hiccup."

Hiccup hesitated. He couldn't stab a man he'd just kissed. No, he wasn't like that, even if it meant keeping his life and virtue. He couldn't do it.

That's when the dagger was noticed. Ryker grabbed it out of Hiccup's hand and threw him down onto the floor. "I knew that wasn't just any old kiss!"

Hiccup, on the floor, hurting, let loose a shrill laugh. He was scared, for sure, but he was amused as well. "You think that'd I'd kiss your brother because I like him?" he asked. "I just wanted him to shut up!"

Viggo came around the table, staring at Hiccup on the floor. There was something dark in his eyes. Lust, perhaps. "My dear, I must admit, that was rather clever of you."

"You talk too much," Hiccup told him.

And then the ship rocked, and Viggo and Ryker were knocked off their feet. Hiccup saw the opportunity. He bolted.

[presumenothing]

whumptober #16: mind control | “no one’s coming.”

A purely-digital signal would've been easier to filter out. Or probably wouldn't even have

No one's coming.

made it past my usual set of malware filters, in the first place. As it stood, the looping message

No one's coming.

had found exactly the right way to cause maximum annoyance. Which was to say, managed to run itself right up next to the feed, so that I couldn't stop one without also quashing the latter out entirely.

No one's coming.

Or at least, I hadn't managed to figure out how to do it yet, and seeing as we were still very much at risk of the hostiles-with-teeth type of danger I couldn't very well turn off the feed either. So the most damned boring

No one's coming.

un-entertainment channel in the universe it was, and I was starting to suspect it was messing with my organic parts as well because I couldn't bloody think. Oh sure, this probably could have stopped being a problem

No one's coming.

ages ago if I had approximately fifteen hundred times the processing power handy to throw at the problem, but unfortunately I wasn't ART and ART wouldn't be miraculously showing up either because nobody wa

No one's coming.

– fucking fuck. Nobody was going to take me out like this, more like, and especially not with such a stupidly uncreative –

The physical shove knocked me back against a hard surface, startling enough to trigger a too-fast inhale that my respiratory system protested against, and my eyes flew op– when had I even closed them?

And that wasn't even the only input that'd apparently gone offline, either, because it took far too many minutes of staring before everything engaged enough for me to make out that the human – that Pin-Lee, leaning down right in front of me and shaking my shoulder with considerable violence, was saying actual words.

At least the words themselves were mostly as expected and therefore easy enough to parse. Or possibly it was the way she'd been borderline yelling them.

I reached one weirdly-heavy hand up to push hers off. "I'm fine."

"No the fuck you're not," Pin-Lee said, in a decisive way that made it clear my input on this had been considered and summarily rejected, but at least she did let go. Which was good, because SecUnits are heavier than we look (which isn't exactly light to start with, either) and chalking up an injury to having to shake one half-comatose construct awake would be extremely not ideal and also incredibly awkward all around.

Though that did remind me– "You don't hear it?" I blurted.

"Hear what?" she asked, but clearly her brain was working better than mine because she barely even paused. "Something wrong with the feed? Is that why you're not using it?"

…I hadn't even noticed I was talking aloud. Fuck. That wasn't good. Right sometime near when this bullshit started I had considered briefly whether this would impact humans worse instead, but clearly I'd been too optimistic about constructs being able to catch a break for once. Surprise!

It was a good thing Gurathin wasn't here, because I really didn't need to add an augmented human data point to this sample (aside from all the usual reasons, which also still applied).

Then again, it was entirely possible that Pin-Lee was simply immune by virtue of being on The Top Ten List Of Humans I Wouldn't Want To Fuck With, Either.

And it was definitely true that I was just distracting myself, but in this case it was relevant and possibly even working somewhat. I couldn't tell for sure – it wasn't like a state of barely-survivable disaster was uncommon for my existence, and we had been working on sending out a distress call for backup right around the time this started.

But now I was back online and I planned to stay that way, if only out of adrenaline and also sheer offense at whoever-it-was who'd decided to blast despair at an entire planet. As if I didn't already have enough of the organically-manufactured variety already.

Anyway. Secure rescue first. Then I was going to reverse the hack and give them a taste of their own medicine, see if I didn't.

[kaiparker-avengerssmut]

Twice Shy

Pairings | Preserum!Steve Rogers x f!reader

Warnings | smut, loss of virginity, fingering, implied oral (m reviving), vaginal sex, unprotected sex

Word count | 2.8k

Summary | you and Steve lose your virginities to each other

Masterlist

Exuberant. If Bucky had to describe the look in his best pal's face, he'd have to use the word exuberant.

When Bucky had suggested the double date, Steve had groaned - long and drawn out - but had relented with a deep sigh. His agreement didn't stop the man from dragging his feet the entire way there, though. A habit that Bucky had come to accept if he was to ever get Steve to meet a dame.

And this one, Steve seemed rather enamoured with. Well, that was an colossal understatement. Steve was completely and utterly besotted with her. The dame was beautiful, even Bucky could admit that. She was the kind of beauty that was often overlooked; it's innocence often snuffed out by the more...sexy girls that filled the dance hall.

Steve's hands rested on your hips, slender fingers curled against the soft fabric of your dress as he slowly swayed with you. You probably looked just as out of place and awkward as him, your hands tentatively rested against his shoulders as your eyes darted about the room.

"Y/n?" Steve mumbled, eyes centred on your lips. Your eyes snapped to his, baby blue calming as you bit your lip.

"Yes, Steve?" You murmured, starting to feel slightly flushed as the boy leant closer.

"Can I- can I kiss you?" Steve pondered, eyes searching your face for the usual disgust or pity that came with that question whenever he asked it. But he didn't find any.

Instead, you nodded. Sure and slow. Steve leant in, a small smile playing on his pink lips as he leant closer. The feeling of them fluttering over your cheek, plump and slightly wet nearly made you swoon. It lingered, his long eyelashes feathering against your skin.

Then, he pulled away. You dropped your hands from his shoulders as you felt your cheeks grow hot and your skin burn deliciously where the kiss still tingled. Steve stepped away from you abruptly, a pink flush spreading from the tips of his ears to under the collar of his shirt.

"Thank you, for teaching me how to dance." Steve muttered awkwardly, finally meeting your eyes with his. You smiled warmly at that.

"It was a pleasure. Goodbye, Steve." You mumbled back as you began to walk away, by Steve's thin hand around yours stopped you. You gave him a puzzled look.

"I hope we can, uh, do this again sometime? Maybe grab some food?" Steve asked, scratching the back of his neck as his body caved in with the nerves.

"I'd love that." You beamed brightly, your cheeks growing even hotter as Steve tentatively lifted your hand to his face and brushed his lips across the back.

"Until next time, then." Steve whispered and you bit your lip.

"Until next time." Then you walked away, and Steve sighed. Something caught his attention, a grinning Bucky out the corner of his eye. Steve breathed a little laugh, but the goofy grin on his face would not go away.

The next time Bucky dragged Steve out with him, you came. And the time after that, the time after, and the time after that. It was their thing now, Bucky often had a new dame on his arm whilst both and you and Steve grew more confident and comfortable around one another.

Cheek kisses were now a common occurrence, as well as Steve's skinny arm wrapped around your waist or his small had grasped in yours. He always had to be touching you somehow in public now, a claim that you were his and that everyone else should back off.

Your ma said it was unusual, that he was a) so skinny and b) that he was so possessive. But you found it endearing, it was just his way of telling others you were already his.

It was that night that Steve finally took you back to their apartment, Bucky having shipped off to England merely a week prior.

It was bittersweet, really. You knew Steve planned signing up again, planned on enlisting. You knew this was going to be his goodbye, his final hurrah with you before he most likely never saw you again.

And quite honestly, you'd made peace with that. The man you'd come to love was perusing what he loved, and even though that didn't seem to be you, you were happy for him.

"So where are you gonna be from this time?" You pondered as Steve fiddled with the key, finally jamming the cool metal into the lock. He hummed as he turned the key, the door sliding open as he tilted his head in thought.

"I was thinkin' Jersey, but I'm not quite sure yet." Steve remarked as he strolled into the small flat, you closely on his heels as the keys were thrown onto a brittle-looking table with a jingling clang. "I just wan' to get out there, ya know? Men like Bucky are riskin' their lives and I'm here, unscathed. It doesn't seem right."

You nodded solemnly, but the bright smile still stayed firm on your lips as Steve led you through the small apartment.

"I just hope I can be in the 107th, you know? Fight with Buck and just make my dad proud." Steve sighed, bordering on dreamily as he flopped down on the sofa - which was clearly in need for some heavy TLC.

You stood awkwardly, hands clasped in front of you as Steve twiddled his thumbs in his lap.

"I just hope that we win, is all." He finished and you gave him a bright smile.

"Well, they won't without you, soldier." You hummed and Steve's baby blue eyes peered up at you through thick lashes.

"You think so?" He pondered and you placed a gentle hand on his cheek.

"Truly. Our country needs a little guy - someone who will fight for those over there rather than those he had at home. As much as we're struggling..."

"There's men dying and no one seems to care." Steve finished your sentence and you nodded.

"Exactly." You muttered as you perched yourself of the sofa beside his skinny frame.

"Can I kiss you?" Steve's low voice mumbled, eyes flicking precariously between your lips and your eyes. Your breathing shallowed, and your heat slipped a beat.

"You know you don't have to ask anymore, soldier." You murmured, turning your face slightly to the side to giving him access to your cheek. But thin fingers grasped your chin in a soft hold, tilting your head back towards Steve as an amused glint flashed in his eyes.

"That's not what I'm asking." Steve's voice rumbled.

"Oh." You paused, hope glimmering in your eyes and Steve couldn't help himself.

His lips were soft against yours, if not a little chapped. It was a little messy, clumsy perhaps, but to you it was perfect. When you pulled away, Steve's lips were spread into a gleeful grin, eyes alight with joy.

"That was..."

"Awful." Steve cut you off and you were both set into spinning fits of laughter. You fell back against the sofa, hands clutched over your stomachs as your wriggled.

"I'm sorry. There are probably better first kisses than me." You said once you began to calm down, wiping the little tear that'd escaped from your cheek.

"You're the only girl I want to kiss." Steve whispered, head lolling to the side to look at you again. You swallowed thickly, eyes finding his lips again - slightly swollen from your disaster of a kiss.

You stumbled back together, knees caving as the backs bumped into the mattress. You and Steve fell together, arms still wrapped around one-another as you both giggled, his lips pecking against yours repeatedly.

You pulled Steve into a longer, deeper kiss - hands cupping his cheeks as his supported himself over you on the bed.

"How should we...start?" You mumbled against his lips, pulling away slightly and opening your eyes to find baby blue gazing down on you lovingly.

"Buck said I need to get you wet? But I'm not sure how I'm meant to, uh, do that?" Steve said doubtfully, both of you bursting back into giggles again as Steve's head dropped to rest in the crook of your neck.

"Maybe you're supposed to use your fingers?" You suggested, lifting a hand and wiggling your fingers. Steve blew a raspberry into your neck as he laughed, your own head through back as you wriggled beneath him with laughter.

The goofiness seemed to cease for a moment as Steve took his head from your neck, meeting your eyes with a soft stare.

"Are you sure about this?" He murmured, eyes loving. You nodded, lip trapped between your teeth.

"Yes." Steve sighed, ducking his head for a moment.

"But are you really sure? I mean, you'd be losing your virginity to, well," Steve looked down at himself, scrawny and small, "me."

You giggled, rubbing your fingers through his blonde locks, manoeuvring them away from his face.

"Of course I want it to be you, I wouldn't be here if I didn't, silly." You expressed, placing a quick kiss to his lips before looking up at the man through your lashes.

"I just need to know you're sure about this, doll." Steve mumbled, gaze burning your skin.

"I'm sure. D'ya know why?" You murmured, and Steve shook his head. "Because I love you." You uttered the words for the first time.

Steve's head snapped up. He couldn't believe it. He never thought he'd ever hear those words falling from a dame's lips, not about him.

"Y-you mean it?" He whispered, voice cracking. You nodded.

"Every word." Steve's heart swelled, his lips spreading gorgeously into a sweet smile.

"I love you too, y/n." Steve beamed, and his lips were on yours again. It was clumsy, sort of messy with inexperience but it was all you wanted in that moment.

Steve's slim fingers began to trail down your body, hiking your skirt around your waist so he could finger the band of your underwear.

"And you're sure about this? We can wait if you're not ready..." Steve asked again, browsed raised.

"Are you sure it isn't you that's not sure? It's fine if you're not Steve, we can wait until you're ready." You countered pulling back from him. Your thumb smoothed over his cheek, a touch that he nuzzled into.

"I'm sure, just a little nervous is all." Steve reassured. You smiled and pecked his lips.

"Wanna know a secret?" You whispered against his mouth and Steve nodded, a small movement. "I am too."

With that you were both laughing again, your legs kicking as Steve's fingers tickled over the inside of your thigh.

"Steve! Steve stop! It tickles!" You panted and gasped through your laughter, Steve's lips curled into something of a triumphant smile against your neck as he slowed his fingers.

"Mmmm, only because I love ya." Steve murmured, placing a kiss to the base on your neck before pulling away enough to help you take your blouse and skirt off.

He froze, ogling your body as his eyes flickered over your brassiere, your heaving chest, your panties, your slightly spread thighs.

"You're so gorgeous, sweetheart." Steve murmured and you giggled.

"C'mere." You mumbled, hooking your fingers into the collar of Steve's shirt and pulling him down on top of you again. He squeaked in surprise, but soon a breathy chuckle was slipping through his lips and onto yours.

You moaned when his fingers tugged down your panties, tracing your lips. He was mesmerised, eyes wide as he watched himself play with your folds.

"Steve!" You moaned when his fingers fluttered over your clit, your thighs snapping shut and your back arching. He pulled away instantly, worry in his beautiful eyes.

"Did I hurt you? Did I do something wrong?" His voice was panicked, filled with the dread of hurting his best girl. You shook your head, taking his hand in one of yours and guiding his fingers back to the same spot.

"No. It felt good. S'good!" You were moaning again, his fingers finding their way over your clit again in little circles.

You pulled away, lips shiny with spit and precum as your tongue smoothed over then. You moaned at the taste of him, Steve's musky sent lingering on your tongue.

"Where did you learn that?" Steve was breathy, voice merely a pant as his chest rose and fell rapidly. His face was red, pleasure still warped over his perfect features as his elbows propped up his thin frame. You smirked, lips curling up as your wiped your mouth with the back of your hand.

"Bucky teaches you about women, Angie teaches me about men." You hummed, placing a chaste kiss to each of Steve's hip bones before crawling over him.

"Well you're very good at it." Steve gasped, eyes sliding shut when he felt your lips on his. You giggled, the laugh flirtatious when you felt his hands on your hips.

He flipped you over, rolling across the bed in the limited space it offered as you both laughed. He placed small pecks all over your face, lips brushing lovingly over your forehead, your cheeks, your chin, the tip of your nose, and finally your lips.

You deepened the kiss, lips locking as your arms secured around his neck. Your hips jumped a little when you felt his tip bump your clit, still slightly sensitive from the orgasm he pulled from you with his fingers. You squirmed, Steve smirking against your lips.

"Steve, please, I need you inside me." Your lips formed a round the words desperately as he pulled away. His face dropped into seriousness, eyes glinting with question.

"Are you sure, doll? We can stop if you need to." You loved how sweet he was, how caring he was. You shook your head, lip tucking between your teeth.

"Please." You repeated, hand cupping his cheek as Steve nuzzled against your touch.

"Okay." He brought a hand down, tickling from your throat to your stomach as he did so. You wriggled beneath him, shrieking with laughter as he chuckled.

You settled once he stopped, nothing but love in your eyes as you watched the way the little crease appeared between his brows, which were furrowed in concentration as he lined himself up with you.

You both moaned when he pushed forwards, hips snug against yours as his length filled you up. His size was impressive for his body, the slim man hiding a good 7 inches.

Steve stilled, breath heavy as you panted against each other's mouths. You could feel the stretch, the slight burn tingling through your walls as you whimpered.

"You okay? Should I- should I stop? I can just pull out gently, it's no big dea-" Steve began to ramble worry in his face as he began to sit back, his length slowly sliding out of you.

"No. No, I'm fine. Just, give me a minute?" You mumbled, eyes pleading with his as Steve let himself slide back in to the hilt.

"Yeah, okay. Okay. As long as I'm not hurting you." Steve whispered, placing a delicate kiss to your hair line. After a moment you wiggled your hips, the feeling of Steve's damp lips resting against your slightly-sweaty forehead and his cock seated within you becoming too much.

"You can move now." You mumbled, and Steve smiled.

"You sure, princess?" He double checked, only starting to slide out of you when you nodded again.

The pace was slow, loving. Heavy breaths and pants were shared between open mouths; hair stuck to skin with sweat; broken moans hung low in the air.

"Oh, Steve!" You cried out when his fingers started fiddling with your clit again, your hips attempting to thrust up against his.

"Is that the right spot, sweetheart?" Steve asked, but he clearly knew it was by the way your eyes had disappeared into your skull. He kept up the little ministrations, rubbing until he felt you on the precipice of another orgasm.

"Please, Steve, more." Your demand made him smirk, the man picking up the pace just a little until you were writhing beneath him, hands clutching his small shoulders.

Somehow, it hit you like a ton of bricks, your walls fluttered and Steve's eyes widened. He quickly pulled out, letting his fingers pull you through your release as little white spots speckled your vision.

Steve's other hand moved to his length, rubbing up and down as fast as he could before he was releasing himself onto your stomach, a plane of white on perfect skin.

"Wow." You breathed and Steve couldn't hold back his laugh, the man collapsing on top of you and letting his head rest on your neck.

His laughter vibrates against your skin, your own joining his in a melody of joy as your hands smoothed through his now-damp hair.

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[witchcraft-of-obsession]

Heavy rain fell outside, strong winds that'd pull and push any and everything. Thankfully you were in your friend's house, out of danger with free shelter and food. You'd have felt guilt for taking advantage of them, but it didn't help they were such a great cook either.

It all was going great, the scary weather made for a surprisingly cozy mood. Lying back on the sofa, counting the wood tiles, even though bored, you were having somewhat of a good time, waiting for them to finish whatever errand that was taking place in whatever room they wandered off to. It was their house anyways, so it's not like you had any business walking around. So you stayed put like they told you.

You weren't expecting to fall asleep though. And you were expecting to wake up in their bed with them tangling their fingers in your hair even less. You weren't exactly creeped out quite yet, but you were a few steps short from it, yes.

Hearing a sudden love confession was not the plan, and as much as you were planning to give it a chance because let's be honest, they were quite easy on the eyes, you felt awkward saying that as they stared at you with big hopeful eyes, mouth agape awaiting for some answer. The scenario just felt weird, and you weren't exactly sure how to react, waking up of a sudden in your friend's bed who was just looming over by the side, staring as you furrowed your eyebrows and thought about the best way to voice your thoughts.

Things escalated quickly though when they started tearing up. You were about to half get up and wipe their tears or something but then boom, just like a train, they derailed completely. Few tears turned to full on crying that turned to sobbing that turned to guttural cries, if they were in true pain and you weren't sure anymore if they were just that sad or if maybe they were stabbed and you didn't notice. Why the hell were they crying so much? Your eyebrows furrowed further.

Begrudgingly you got up and cradled their face. After witnessing how little it took for them to have a breakdown, you were a bit scared of touching them and pressing a seemingly non-existent button of theirs. They were silent as you held their cheeks, tears keeping on falling and wetting your hand. You felt a bit disgusted, if you had to be honest, but you went on.

You mentioned saying how they were nice enough and were good at cooking and they were quite good looking and--Well, you wouldn't mind trying things out, that is. They had eyes wide as the moon, lips widening in a smile that felt far much more stretched than anatomy would allow, frankly. They nodded their head and leaned in, nuzzling their face into your neck as they whispered something you couldn't quite catch.

Oh look, the rain had subsided, you guessed you could maybe take your chances going home. Though looking at their arms that had already wrapped around your waist, their face still in the crook of your neck, you thought maybe you should let them have their fun with you a little longer, lest they had yet another breakdown.

Love is indeed amazing, they reckoned as they tightened their hold on you. Both sides oblivious to each other thoughts. That was for the best, likely.

They were glad it all worked out. They weren't very experienced with nature-related spells, so maybe they missed the mark making the storm just a bit too strong. No matter, it just made the results better. They weren't very skilled with love potions either, but they weren't above trying them out, if you had turned them down now. Thankfully it didn't come to it though. They guessed knowing your likings beforehand did make things easier for them. They sucked at cooking, but magic made food was never bad. Their original face wasn't bad, but if you liked this one better, then they didn't mind their new look either.

This is amazing, like I can’t fathom any words to describe how beautiful this is. I feel like you literally took the idea straight out of my head because this is how imagined the Yandere to act to his darling if things didn’t their way.

[dilucids]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤLove in cameras ━━ Genshin idol! au

newbie! idol!reader collaborating on a photoshoot together with idol! genshin characters

includes beidou, rosaria, childe, zhongli, diluc and xiao

( back on that idol au grind. also, the sheer amount of 'male reader' shit on this app that involves incest makes me genuinely tear up and take a shot everytime i say 'shot', you'd be drunk enough to hook up with zhongli dragon form. )

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ〔 BEIDOU ━━ UNCROWNED QUEEN OF THE OCEAN 〕

━━ one of the most nerve-wrecking things ever because she's simply so intimidating and good at what she does.

━━ you're literally shaking in your seat as she takes her solo shots, watching her lean on one leg, placing the other by her side, stretching her arms all the whilst making eye contact with the camera.

━━ she just looks so professional and you're afraid you won't be able to live up to her and ruin the entire shoot since even though you're both idols, she's been in more magazines as a senior group compared to you.

━━ when you switch for your solo shots, she seems to sense how nervous you were ( although you weren't really hiding it much with your shaky knees and annoying tapping your foot. )

━━ she places a hand on your shoulder and gives you a smile and a thumbs up, telling you you'll be okay.

━━ you realise she wasn't as menacing and stoic as she was in magazines and slightly relax.

━━ helps you relax by offering support behind the camera!!!

You lean sideways a little, allowing the thin material to fall off your shoulder a little as you glance back at the camera, lips slightly apart. Your stoic facade is broken almost immediately when you hear Beidou hollering and clapping in the background. You begin to laugh in suprised shock as the staff around the set follow her example, the shuttering of cameras now longer heard as it is replaced with clapping and whooping.

You grow a little embarrassed, glancing over at Beidou for help but she seems proud, stood there with hands on her hips and a satisfied grin. You realise she isn't going to help you out so you attempt to calm the set down with thanks and bows until you're continuing with the shoot.

━━ beidou has a very large presence, so it's very hard to have magnetism next to her but you somehow make it work.

━━ compared to your solo shots, your duo shots have a pirate/knight theme.

━━ with beidou in a pirate getup and you in a knight getup, it was obvious to see that this was some type of old ancient rivalry between the two groups and you two were meant to potray that anger and tension.

━━ due to you being new to this type of scene, she'll take the lead, making sure that her pose allowed you to fit in perfectly, whether it be far away, close, a sword to her throat, you splayed on the floor and her leaning in with her sword next to your head. ( thank god that shot was meant to focus on beidou cause with her that close to you, you couldn't keep a straight face. )

━━ of course even with such a theme, fan service is everything! so some of the poses are a little more touchy touchy and if she can tell you're nervous, will immediately lighten the mood and assure you you're doing well.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ〔 ROSARIA ━━ THORNING BENEVOLENCE 〕

━━ like beidou, will naturally exude professionalism and skill.

━━ unlike beidou though, she'll probably ignore your nervousness or bluntly tell you to toughen up if you want to make it, it sounds harsh but you know it's her own way of advice giving.

━━ her poses are less showy than beidou, more elegant and graceful as she rests her hands on her waist or cross her legs over each other over the arm of the chair and look back at the camera.

━━ will watch you, probably assessing your style, as you take your solo shots and if she notices your embarrassment ( she definitely does ), well she doesn't stop.

━━ will somehow converse with the photographer about poses she thinks will bring out your potential and it works, she has an eye for these things apparently and a lot of photographers like her style of modelling.

As you step back, allowing the staff to move props around, you glance back at the director of the shoot and Rosaria stood before the screen, showing off the photos. They seem to be deep in conversation, the only giveaway about the tense conversation however was the director's furrowed eyebrows and lips pressed into a tight line, Rosaria had no expression on her face.

The director seems to give up after Rosaria says something, pointing at the screen with her arms crossed, walking away with a shake of his head albeit the smile of being challenged. You immediately look away when she peers up at you, catching your eyes for a split second; you knew she had been shamelessly staring at you but it was quite embarrassing to be caught yourself.

"Here we go," snaps you out of your embarrassment and you're back to sitting on a black throne lined with gold, posing for the shoot.

━━ it's awkward before the camera is on you two as you stand on the set but once the camera is on? you two flow so perfectly together.

━━ rosaria would allow you to take the reins, allowing you to do what you felt was natural and would simply follow. ( another one of her ways of easing newbies into the modelling scene. )

━━ if your pose is a little awkward though, she'd quietly tell you to move certain ways and try not to overpower you ( but if you were overpowered, that'd be your own fault and you should try harder. that's her motto. )

━━ it actually surprises you how good she looked with a spear in hand and how well it suited her.

━━ it was kinda nerve-wracking to be working with rosaria but you absolutely loved it and would kill to work with her and have her guidance again ( deffo should ask for her number for future guidance!! )

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ〔 CHILDE ━━ 11TH FATUI HARBINGER 〕

━━ looks professional on camera but is surprisingly childlike off camera.

━━ why is his little brother on the set wearing a pj mask costume again? right, he had to pick him up from school earlier than usual cause teucer said he was sick and wanted childe to come so he got use his older brother's reputation to get closer to that female teacher he liked. as for the pj mask costume, he wanted to fit in with the shoot theme so the poor stylists had to pull out some slightly too large, dusty halloween costume they found somewhere for him. great.

━━ other than that, childe is great at what he does, amazing at facial expressions like *whistles*, terrifyingly good at making the expressions asked of him. ( can cry on command actually (( learnt to entertain his younger siblings. )) ).

━━ you're intimidated by him at first but when you guys are taking a small break between his shoot and yours, you get to see him play around with his teucer and oh my god.

━━ he's literally carrying teucer above his head, teucer posed as superman with one arm sticking out and the other on his hip as he carefully runs throughout the set.

━━ when it's actually your turn, he will secretly hype you up with teucer.

"Pretty," Teucer mutters under his breath as prop flower petals are being thrown up as you pose under them. Childe smiles a little as he ruffles his younger brother's hair, "isn't my partner the prettiest?"

You're oblivious to these comments, focusing on the camera that was following your every move but your eyes glance over to the two brothers ever so often, finding their closeness rather endearing.

"They're prettier and nicer than your last partner," Teucer huffs, thinking of the previous collaboration he had attended with another celebrity, although she was a little too flirty with Childe for Teucer's liking. "Momma said you have to find a good person, big bro" Teucer reminds aa Childe smiles amused. "Are they a good person?" Childe thrusts his thumb over in your direction.

Teucer hums, thinking carefully with his chin in hand before nodding, beaming at Childe. "I'm sure they'll fit in nicely with everyone!" Your future had just been planned and you had no say in it at all.

━━ as for duo shots, it's another enemies theme but it's more of an assassination theme with childe holding a bow, perched on a higher stage than you.

━━ took ten minutes for childe to figure out how to look good with a bow in hand, with an eye scrunched up like he was actually aiming at you. ( of course he wouldn't have succeeded if not for teucer shouting advice at him off set with his hands on his hips. )

━━ he swears he almost feels the adrenaline of the scene as if his life was actually on the line when you shoot him a glare like directed.

━━ you two get on pretty well off set as well! you joke around as props are being moved around or make up is being fixed for either of you.

━━ you feel bad when you actually stab him with the fake sword, but he plays through with it, acting like he was dying.

━━ play fighting with teucer as an evil overlord ( still wearing his pj mask costume ) mind controlling childe's lover ( you ) into thinking he was the enemy ( teucer came up with the plot ).

━━ slipped his number into your pocket as you two were posing.

━━ teucer also got to keep his pj mask costume!!

━━ posts a picture of you messing around with teucer on his instagram.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ〔 ZHONGLI ━━ VAGO MUNDO 〕

━━ probably the most professional out of them all.

━━ his poses are quite simplistic as he models the suit, hand in his pocket, fixing a cuff link, checking the time, simply casting his gaze to the side but he still holds a very large presence on set.

━━ would calmly converse with you as if you two had been friends for a long time, with a small smile on his face.

━━ if he can tell you're nervous, he'll tell you small anecdotes about anything and everything. when it's your turn, he give your shoulder a small squeeze and nod at you.

━━ talks to the director about poses as well, has a keen eye about what prop should be used and the positioning of them; you're suprised he isn't the director of the shoot.

━━ when you thank him for his help on the sidelines, he'll shake his head and tell you it was due to your talent and that he was only creating opportunities for them to naturally shine.

━━ was literally made for the camera, just the way he poses, the way he holds himself; god, it would've been a crime if this man had never been placed front page of a magazine.

You're entraced by the way he moves━━ subtle ways, like placing one foot ahead of the other, a hand in his pocket, looking down at the watch on his wrist. He's amazing. You could watch him for ages; he was like a sculpture made by the Gods, their most prized possession. What else could explain his sharp jawline, the bangs framing his face, his long hair pulled back into a low ponytail?

"You're staring," a staff member nudges you with a small smile, you snap out of it right away, slightly embarrassed at being caught. She laughs however, waving you off, "it's okay, we were all like that at first." You nod awkwardly, her words not helping at easing the embarrassment filling you.

You're talking with a staff member when he comes striding towards you, appearing behind you and scaring off the makeup artist with a mere smile and gracing you with a hand on your shoulder. "You're up next, good luck."

━━ mentally prepare yourself to be within a five metre radius of this man for the next hour or so.

━━ whether you're weak to pretty faces or not, i assure you, this man will honestly be the death of you if your guard is down even the littlest bit.

━━ the theme of this shoot? ceo/secretary and it does make sense━━ no it would make sense, if you were the secretary, not the ceo. but apparently fans like this type of power dynamic ( assuming you're shorter than him ) and so for the future of your careers you persevere.

━━ zhongli stood clad in a suit, next to you with his hands behind his back and you sat down at a desk, eyebrows furrowed like you're examining paper work or zhongli pouring you a cup of tea. you're pretty sure this is some odd dream at this point.

━━ you only persevere until zhongli has to pose as if he was fixing your tie.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ〔 DILUC RAGNVINDR ━━ DARKNIGHT HERO 〕

━━ intimidating. intimidating. intimidating.

━━ did you wrong god in some type of way in your past life because being watched so openly as you pose for the camera for such a man, naturally exerting power, with eyebrows furrowed was one of the most terrifying things ever.

━━ his poses are similar to zhongli's but he puts a little more back into it, dignified aura as he crosses his leg, or one hand holding his hair up into a high pony as the other is near his mouth, using his teeth to pull the bobble off his wrist.

━━ also more open to differing hairstyles! unlike zhongli who only keeps his hair in a low ponytail, diluc can comprise with a low pony, high pony or even a messy bun.

━━ good balance of praise and constructive criticism; will tell you if you're doing good but will also tell you if you could improve in certain areas or even help with poses.

━━ diluc has amazing chemistry with everyone, he fits naturally into other people's style of modelling and can alter himself or his partner to fit if necessary, he also has a large presence on camera and sometimes accidentally overtakes when he gets too into the shoot.

"Calm down," you step back in reflex when you hear Diluc's voice just behind you, "your nervousness is plastered all over your face." You make a sound of acknowledgement and bow your head, "just take a few breaths and imagine you're at home in your mirror bathroom." It scared you that he knew infront of your mirror bathroom, you were the most confident but thanks to his help, you were able to ease yourself into modelling.

"You did well," he smiles at you when you come off the set, patting you on the shoulder. You smile back, "thanks to your advice," you redirect the compliment back at him. The short interaction ends when you two have to change into your couple costume.

━━ unintended sexual tension 👫

━━ was supposed to be casual poses, really easy ones with you two sat on steps with a respective cigarette in hand as friends but somehow,,,,, you two looked like y'all had fucked a second before hopping onto the set.

━━ so, the director took the inherent sexual tension and put it into use; changing just seeming like you were smoke buddies into poses where you two leaning into the same flame to light up your cigarettes. ( close ups of you two staring into each other's eyes over the flame! )

━━ kept lesser tension packed photos though and the one above^^ just as a small treat for the fans.

━━ he definitely posted a picture of you ( tagged ) behind the scenes on his instagram with no caption though.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ〔 XIAO ━━ CONQUEROR OF DEMONS 〕

━━ more reserved, if he has a problem with the way you do things, doesn't say anything and just makes a certain expression with his face.

━━ his poses vary, he's able to adapt to each and every theme that's given to him and usually plays it safe with poses. he's usually modelling for makeup brands so he's very good with close ups, or hand and face poses; also is very used to working with many people but often never attempts to befriend.

━━ if you initiate conversation, he'll use dry replies or even attempt to leg it out of the conversation, only because he's a little shy or doesn't really understand social rules after a while, he'll given into your conversations and try to reply normally.

━━ i feel like he has mints with him no matter where he goes so expect a "do you want a mint?" halfway into your conversation.

━━ definitely is trusted with the music that plays in the background as you guys work. xiao is literally globally known for having one of the best music tastes and often makes songs hit the 'top 100' even if it's been out for years.

━━ it takes him a little while to get used to a new partner so give him a few test shots to get your vibe checked and he'll adapt!

You try hard to ignore the song in the background, but it's stuck in your head. Watching Xiao placing his fingers gingerly on his face as he peers to the side, the camera zooming into his face, you tap your foot along to the beat━━ you've never heard this song before but it really suited your tastes.

"Excuse me," you call out to a staff member who was walking past, he stops and nods at you, pulling down his headphones, "do you know what song this is?" He shakes his head however, leaving you with disappointment but not before he tells you that this was Xiao's Spotify playlist. You nod and thank you, immediately finding Xiao on Spotify to see all his different playlists for different moods.

You never understood why fans chose to listen to their idol's playlist because some of their music tastes was just trash but Xiao had genuinely good taste and it kinda suprised you.

━━ close proximity poses since you two are modelling for a makeup brand; some shots are just headshots with you two practically sat ontop of each other.

━━ some poses are torso shots, where you're both holding the product. there was a pose where you got to act as if you were applying eyeliner onto xiao's eyes and there was definitely a period of time when xiao couldn't stop blushing.

━━ he absentmindedly hums the song in the background as you two wait on set for the director to finish their conversation with the photographer.

━━ posts a picture of himself that you took whilst he was asleep and tagged you before the photoshoot was released so fans started speculating the weirdest shit and he never bothered to clear it up, just waited until the photos were released and hoped someone in his fandom was smart enough to connect dots.

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Khaki Wacky | Steve Rodgers

summary: on a mission to save bucky, natasha figures out you were steves first kiss. in the process, you spilled the beans to him how you were oh so khaki wacky for him

genre: fluff(?)

pairing: steve rodgers x reader

date: 5-26-20

word count: 1k-1.3k

warnings: kissing, self-doubt, 40's slang

You felt awkward. It really shouldnt be the time to feel awkward, since considering, you were currently running away from evil men who were after you, Steve and Natasha. But you just couldn't help it. After Natasha made the quick decision to make Steve and her act like they were a laughing couple, again, you walked quietly behind them, feeling very, very awkward.

It wasn't a surprise, really. You had been there with him in the 40's growing up together. And had been there when the plane crashed.  You weren't the type to be jealous when Steve was with someone, God no, but you certainly were the type to feel awkward. Feeling like a third wheel and feeling like he may or may not remember about your crush on him.

Before Steve had crashed the plane, you may or may not decided to express how you felt. Well more so showed him how you felt. Which ended up with kissing the poor, scared man as you both crashed to your doom.

You were so distracted that you didn't realize you were on an escalator now. You, behind Steve, and Natsha in front of him. Natasha noticed the boss man was on the opposite side of them going up, so she turned towards Steve quickly.

"Kiss me" She said. You choked on the water you somehow managed to get while Steve looked confused. Natasha glanced your way before going back to Steve. "Public displays of affection make people very uncomfortable"

Steve glanced over his shoulder to you but you werent looking. "Yes, they do" Natasha looked at you once more but with a mischievous look and grabbed Steve by the neck and kissed him. You avoided looking and put your attention somewhere else. You saw the boss man look at them but looking away just as fast.

Glad you weren't the only one uncomfortable with their kissing.

Natasha let go of his neck and turned back around. "You still uncomfortable?" She said with a smug smirk that neither of you caught. She walked down the rest of the way on the  escalator with you and Steve following behind.

"Not exactly the words I would use"

♡

You were in the backseat of a truck, with Steve as driver and Natasha in the passenger seat. They were bickering about how they got the truck. Steve telling her to take her feet off the dash causing you to chuckle. He was still the same old Steve.

It was quiet in the truck until Natasha got your attention. "Was that your first kiss since 1945?" She was looking at Steve, expecting an answer, and now you were too. You had feared and hoped that he somehow managed to remember that day on the plane.

Steve looked at you in the rear view mirror. Catching you stare at him had your face flush, mimicking the embarrassment on his face. Natasha followed Steve's gaze and looked back at you. "I knew it! You're the one that kissed him!" She exclaimed and pointed at you. She laughed as she saw Steve blushing more then ever now.

"We were on the plane and I decided to tell this fat head that I was khaki wacky for him since we were going under but he didnt believe me." You said frustrated with a huff and sat back, crossing your arms and legs. Natasha looked confused. It didn't hit you until you remembered she wasnt born in the 40's, obviously. So she didnt quite understand what you had said.

"Can you say it English?" You laughed and looked at Steve. You raised your eyebrow at him. "Care to translate for me, Stevie?"

The truck came to a stop in the front of the abandoned head quarters. Steve was the one to turn towards you now. "I didn't know you felt that way. Why didn't you ever tell me?"

Oh my gosh...

"You are one big idiot, Stevie." You told him. Natasha sat qiuetly watching the two of you. It felt like she was in the middle of a rom-com.

Steve looked confused. What did you mean by that? Besides the fact that you had just confessed your love for him, he was still confused. How could you like such a scrawny kid like him?

It was like you read his thoughts when you answered...or maybe he said it out loud, he didnt know. He was to busy trying to calm his heart from beating out of his chest.

"Stevie, I was there whenever you got beat up. I was there, defending you, when you told Bucky you wanted to go to the military." You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding. Saying what you really wanted to say at the time when the plane was crashing now had felt like a weight lifting off your shoulders.

Steve went silent and if you weren't so focused on him you would have noticed Natasha stepping out of the car, leaving you two to talk.

Before he said anything you continued. "Stevie, I joined the military with you. Not because you think I thought you needed protection but because I cared for you. I wanted to be with you"

Steve contorted his body, somehow sitting backwards in the seat now. You wanted to laugh, seeing such a huge man trying to fit in the small space, but you were too caught up in your emotions. He reached down for your hand and grabbed it softly, rubbing his thumb over your knuckles.

This had brought you back down memory lane. Steve always held your hand so softly whenever you two were having deep conversations.

"You liked me even before the serum? Why..." he trailed off and looked down at your hand that was holding his. He cleared his throat before continuing, squeezing your hand. "Why didn't you ever tell me?"

"Stevie, its kind of hard to change your mind once you're set on something. And besides, I thought I made it pretty obvious whenever you got stood up on dates. Or when ever I defended you, whether that'd be from Bucky or even those shit heads in alley ways. Or how I-"

Steve covered your mouth with his finger to stop your ranting. "Okay, okay. Maybe I am a bit of a fat head" He smiled, so bright that you thought you were going blind. "I like you too" He took your finger off your mouth, and quickly replaced it with his own. Steve lips were rough but gentle as he pulled you closer by your hand that he was holding. Warming your heart as he rubbed his thumb over your knuckles again. It would have lasted longer if there wasn't a tap on the trucks window.

You separated swiftly and looked at Natasha, who was now leaning on the truck door with her arms crossed. "C'mon lovebirds. We've got work to do" She laughed and closed the door, walking back to the head quarters.

Steve coughed awkwardly and blushed when he heard you laugh. He let go of your hand, twisting back and stepping out of the truck. You following behind him, your laughs turning into quiet giggles.

"Stop laughing, that was embarrassing" He nudged your side playfully but you only smiled and hugged your arms around his. "I'm just happy that you like me back" He looked down at you softly with a smile. You, pecking his cheek as you let go of his arm to catch up with Natasha.

"Me too" he whispered before jogging to catch up with you.

a/n: feels good to post again. im always lacking confidence. please feel free to request and give me constructive criticism so i can improve. also i actually suck at writing summarys

khaki wacky: boy crazy

fat head: idiot

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[memesiders]

Part 2

Death x OC Office AU

(I'm so glad you guys seem to like this, thank y'all!!!)

It was only when I had gotten home and changed into pajamas that I realized my phone wasn't in my bag.

After a twenty minute search, I had decided that my phone must've fallen out when Strife pushed my bag out of the chair. I thought I'd picked up everything, but I was wrong. I didn't want to go back, so I decided that I'd call there and ask when my sisters got home. Until then, I made myself comfortable on the couch and started binging some baking competition show. It only helped a little in distracting me from my thoughts. The receptionist job had been the latest in a long line of job offers I'd been turned down for. Not even a dishwashing job had wanted me.

I didn't know why I was so unlucky with jobs, and I hated to think of how disappointed Safiya would be. She called in a few favors to get me that interview and I'd blown it. No, that asshole had done that.

Thinking about Death brought a scowl to my face, and the anger that had left me in that elevator slowly started bubbling up again.

"What's his deal," I asked myself out loud, rolling off of the couch and heading to the kitchen. "He thinks he can just treat people like that? Like they're not worth his time?" I yanked open the fridge and blew out a hard breath, shaking my head. I grabbed a blueberry yogurt and shut the fridge with a little more force than necessary. "What a prick," I grabbed a spoon out of a drawer, "and he barely even looked at my resumé.

"Like he already knew he wasn't gonna give me the job."

I slammed the drawer shut as I finished my thought and angrily shuffled back to the couch. "Who the hell does he think he is?" I plopped back down and tore the top off of my yogurt, licking it off and eating a spoonful. Why was I so bothered by this? "He probably thinks he can get away with anything because he's powerful and good looking..." I pictured his face in my mind; his strong jaw, defined cheekbones, and piercing eyes the color of fiery cinders... Not to mention the muscles hidden beneath his clothes.

Wait, what was I saying? I shook my head quickly and focused back on the show, finishing my yogurt. I just needed to get laid or something, not think about assholes. Although that was hard to do when I shared a room with a sixteen year old.

"We're home!" I jumped upright as the front door swung open, slamming into the wall as my little sister walked in. The action reminded me of Strife and I couldn't help but let out a soft snort. Neema tossed her backpack onto the couch next to me and fell into the recliner, swinging her legs over one of the armrests. "Today was absolutely terrible." I arched a brow at her and smiled.

"Oh, and why is that?" I asked, moving her bag to the floor.

"Go ahead and tell her why I had to leave work to come grab you," Safiya said grumpily, locking the front door. She had a bag of groceries in one hand.

"I told you it wasn't my fault! I didn't start it, I just finished it." I looked between the two, noticing the disapproving glance Safiya gave her. Neema rolled her eyes and looked at me. "Some girls were picking on Lyriel and calling her a half breed, so I hit them."

"Not only did you hit them, you broke one of their noses!"

"They deserved it! No one calls Lyriel a half breed and gets away with it!" I cracked a small smile at her outburst.

"Well I think it was justified," I said, reaching over to high five her. Safiya groaned and went into the kitchen, muttering something under her breath. I chuckled and propped my feet up on the coffee table. "So, was Lyriel grateful for you defending her? Maybe she gave you a little kiss on the cheek?" I laughed as Neema's light brown cheeks started to redden, her eyes narrowing in annoyance.

"Shut up," she muttered. "You know she didn't."

"She might have if you told her you liked her." Neema groaned and shifted in the chair, rolling her eyes at me.

"She's my friend; I can't just tell her I've had a huge crush on her for the last five years! What if it ruins our friendship? What if she only likes boys? Do you know how awkward that'd be?"

"Hey, you'll never know unless you take the leap!" She picked up the recliner pillow and threw it at me, a smile gracing her face. I laughed and blocked it from hitting me, clutching the pillow to my stomach. Neema's crush was so cute, but I understood her hesitation. The one time I'd confessed to my friend I'd liked him, he told me he was disgusted by the thought of dating a human, and then had slowly disappeared from my life. Not the best example for her.

"What about you? Why haven't you gone out with anyone," she asked, quick to change the subject.

"I have to focus on finding a job before I go back to dating," I answered, throwing the pillow back at her. It hit her in the face and she laughed, tucking it under her legs. "I can't focus on dating when I can't even afford to help chip in around here."

"Speaking of job," Safiya piped in, appearing from the kitchen. "How did the interview go? Did you get the job?" My smile fell and I thinned my lips, leaning back against the couch. Safiya sighed disappointedly and took a seat next to me. "Really? Again?"

"It wasn't my fault," I rushed out. "The dude made me wait an hour and he was a total asshole!"

"Was he hot," Neema asked. "The hot ones are always assholes."

"Smokin'." She 'ahh'd' and nodded, shooting a finger gun at me.

"It doesn't matter if he was an asshole or not," Safiya hissed. She rubbed her temples and leaned back. She suddenly looked very tired, and I felt even worse about my actions earlier; I might've been able to talk him into hiring me if I hadn't flipped out. "We barely have enough to pay rent this month. I don't know what we're gonna do for food until my next paycheck; I spent the rest of our money on food for this week." Neema frowned and crawled out of the chair, coming over and pulling Safiya into her arms.

"We'll be okay," she reassured her. "We're always okay, and if I need to, I can try applying at McDonalds or something." Safiya sniffled and patted her back, shaking her head. Now I was feeling even worse.

"I left my phone there on accident," I said softly. "I'll go back tomorrow and try to talk with the guy again. I'll apologize and maybe he'll give me a janitorial position or something." Safiya smiled a little and grabbed my hand, giving it a squeeze. "I'm sorry, Saf."

"You don't have anything to be sorry for," she said, squeezing my hand again. "I've just been stressed lately. I'm trying to get as much overtime as possible and taking double shifts left and right. I guess I've just been burning myself out. I'm sorry for being so upset with you..." I gave her a small smile and crawled over, joining my sisters in a hug. Safiya laughed and wrapped one of her arms around me. "We'll just have to make it work.

"It's nothing we haven't faced before, right?" Neema and I voiced our agreement and the three of us stayed like that for a while, just hugging each other. I would definitely be going back to that place tomorrow, and I'd do everything in my power to try and get a job, even if I had to suck someone's dick; I had to do something to help my family out.

We untangled ourselves after ten minutes, Safiya excusing herself to go change out of her work clothes. Neema and I laid back on the couch, flipping through Netflix and Hulu to decide what to watch next.

"We're not watching another cupcake show," she said, trying to grab the remote from my hand.

"We're not watching another anime either," I replied, moving the remote further away from her. "You got to watch it all day yesterday!"

"I'm only halfway through Fullmetal Alchemist!" I opened my mouth to tell her too bad when there was a loud knock on the door.

"Can one of you get that?" Safiya shouted from her room. Neema and I stared at each other.

"You get it," I said, still holding the remote away from her.

"No, you get it," she said, struggling to grab the device from me. "I had a long and hard day at school."

"I had a long and emotional day being interviewed." She scoffed and crawled on top of me, grabbing for the remote. I laughed and pushed against her, stretching my arm as far out as I could.

"Gee, thanks you two," Safiya said, appearing from down the hall. She walked past us and plucked the remote from my hand, continuing to the door. Neema and I both whined and turned to see who was here. She set the remote on the side table next to the door and opened it. "Hello, what do you wa-?" She stopped suddenly, her face paling slightly. Neema and I stretched our necks, trying to see who was at the door.

"Is it another door to door salesman," Neema asked, crawling onto me again to try and see. I grunted and fell against the couch, groaning.

"Get your big butt off of me," I demanded, voice muffled by the couch cushions. I could barely see Safiya.

"Good evening," a familiar voice said. "Is Miss Banks here?"

"Depends on which one you're asking for," Safiya answered, seeming to have recovered from her momentary shock.

"I met her earlier today and it seems she forgot something." It suddenly clicked.

"What the fuck is he doing here," I whispered, shimmying out from under my sister. I climbed over the back of the couch and ran to the door to make sure I was correct. Sure enough, there was Death, looking as handsome and calm as he had when I'd first met him. His eyes met mine and I bit down on my tongue, holding back the tirade of curses I wanted to let loose on him. You have to stay calm, I reminded myself. Try and get a job.

"Nice to see you again, Miss Banks," Death said, looking me up and down slowly. I suddenly became aware of the fact I was wearing unicorn pajamas shorts and had not one ounce of makeup on. Embarrassing, to say the least. Not that I'd let him know that. I placed my hands on my hips and tipped my head up.

"Mister... Death, sir," I replied, immediately wanting to crawl into a hole afterwards. He chuckled and I felt my cheeks warm, the urge to run away starting to creep up on me.

"Sir is just fine." I snorted and Safiya smacked the back of my head, warning me to behave.

"Would you like to come in?" she asked politely.

"For a moment, if it's not too intrusive." She waved him words away and stepped aside, pulling me with her when I made no move to let him in. He entered slowly, looking around. What, was our apartment not nice enough for him? Was he going to berate the decor? "You have a lovely home."

"Thank you, can I offer you some water?"

"No, thank you, I won't be here for long. I just came to see Aziza." The way my name rolled off his tongue gave me a weird sensation, like feathers tickling my skin. He looked at me suddenly and I briefly wondered if he'd somehow noticed what his voice had done to me. "Can we speak in private?" I wanted to tell him no, to twist his arm behind his back and throw him out like he'd had Amber do to me, but I couldn't; if there was any way I could possibly get a job, I had to bite my tongue and be a good girl. I nodded at him and motioned for him to follow me, heading to mine and Neema's room.

Our room wasn't the cleanest, honestly, but it was about as private as we could get. He walked in after me and closed the door, looking over the room with a disapproving stare.

"Why did you come," I asked, knowing that both of my sisters were probably eavesdropping. Death reached into his pants pocket and pulled out a cellphone; my cellphone, to be exact.

"I heard this meowing under my desk," he said. I blushed and took the phone from him, muttering a thank you. "I'm sorry about my brother; he's always an asshole."

"The apple doesn't fall far from the tree apparently," I muttered. His eyes narrowed and I sighed, my shoulders dropping. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean that."

"Yes you did, don't apologize." His words were matter of fact but there was a kindness in his tone. "I... Regret, how I acted today. The way I treated you wasn't entirely fair." Was that an apology I was hearing? "The truth is, I hate hiring new people.

"I've been avoiding finding someone new for a while now." I cracked a small smile; I could understand that. "Amber informed me that I might have been too harsh, though I don't see how." My smile dropped slightly; he was really bad at apologizing. "I took another look at your file. I think there might be something you can offer to me after all." I perked up slightly.

"I'll see you at 9 AM sharp, Monday morning," he finished. He nodded and turned, opening the door. Neema and Safiya stumbled into the room, falling over each other. Death looked down and them and then to me, smirking. "Apple doesn't fall far from the tree." I couldn't hold back the giggle that rose in me. He said goodbye to the girls and stepped over them, heading to the door.

I ran into the hallway. "Wait, does this mean I got the job?" I called after him.

"Why else would I tell you to come?" I smiled, my lips stretching across my face. He waved without looking back and shut the door behind him as he left. I was buzzing now.

"Wait, he gave you the job?" Neema asked, sounding as shocked as I was. I turned to them and nodded.

"I have a job!" I jumped onto them, joining them on the floor. We hugged each other tightly, Safiya screaming about how happy she was. This was my golden opportunity right here and now I couldn't blow it.

I wouldn't blow it.

[otp-bumbleby]

I present: one smol snippet from the infant-stage of an AU where it's RWBY but it's like college and not combat school and Blake's forming a book club because she's a dork and Yang is, as usual, a bigger dork

“Ilia, apparently tea and coffee are luxury items now. I'll have to bring my own from home unless I want to go broke.” The new voice floated into the room, sadness clear underneath the irritation.

Yang turned to who she assumed was the person she was waiting on, hearing her make a noise of surprise. Which was followed by a more than normal stretch of silence as she appraised Yang.

Normally, she'd have felt no shame at this, but suddenly Yang felt awkward. She raised her hand and waved stupidly, saying hello. And had to hold in any reaction when she finally saw two pointed ears poking out of black hair, twitching at the metallic jingling the zippers on her sleeves made.

“Oh,” she finally said, setting the takeaway cups down. “Can I help you?”

The blonde nodded enthusiastically. “I’m here to sign up my little sister. To your club.”

“Oh,” she sounded mildly surprised this time. “Would you like a form?” Before she could offer one herself, Ilia grabbed one; almost toppling the whole pile, and thrust it towards Yang.

“If you have any questions, I'm sure Blake would be happy to answer them for you,” Ilia added, fumbling to also hand over a pen.

Yang took both with a thank-you. Ilia seemed less intimated and more...enthralled. She didn't want to be cliché, but her gaydar was rarely wrong - and it takes one to know one. Unfortunately, she wasn't here to find girls, even if they liked her biker-aesthetic that she had spent countless hours perfecting.

She turned her attention back to the quieter of the pair. “So, Blake, right? I'm Yang. Long story short, my little sister Ruby just got skipped ahead two years and she's kind of freaking out about socialising. She loves reading but was too afraid to join your club without me, sooo...can I have two forms?”

Another piece of paper appeared, Ilia piping up. “You definitely can.”

Blake, however, paused for a moment. Yang knew she probably looked like the last person that'd be in a book club, but that was just stereotyping. She was more worried that she'd somehow offended someone she just met, sensing some kind of apprehension from Blake that clearly didn't exist for Ilia.

Still, her face was neutral. “You’re signing up too?”

Yang counted it as a win that she wasn't frowning. She wanted to see her smile, so she turned to a joke. “Yup, it's like a two-for-one thing.”

No dice. Blake just asked her another question. “If you don't mind me asking, you're only going to come to make your sister feel more comfortable?”

“Yeah, I just want to help her make friends. She's nervous about being the only fifteen year old around,” Yang replied, twiddling the pen between her fingers, hoping to make them sympathetic towards her kid sister.

“That’s understandable. I've never heard of a fifteen year old getting into Beacon.” If Blake was shocked, she hid it very well.

Yang considered herself a people person; getting a read on people wasn't usually difficult, but this girl had her interest piqued.

She quickly started jotting down her and Ruby's details, starting to remember that she had somewhere to be. Her brain went into autopilot, making conversation. She'd have to hang out with them anyway, so trying to make friends was a good step. “Professor Ozpin wanted to move her up, so she couldn't refuse. If you could not make a big deal out of it, I think she would feel better, I'd owe you guys one.”

“Duly noted,” Blake said, eyeing her frantic scribbling, “I have to say, I wouldn't have taken you as the reading type.”

Pausing, Yang couldn't help but faux gasp, silently thanking Blake for the opportunity to have some fun - even if she had stereotyped her - maybe this time Blake might react and not stare at her like she had her literal foot in her mouth.

“Oh, no, my secret! I can't read!” It was a little dramatic, not overly; she'd had plenty of practice nailing the balance to entertain her sister over the years.

And Yang cracked one eye open to find Blake fighting a smirk. Whether she thought Yang was an idiot or genuinely found her funny, it didn't matter. It was probably dangerous that she was going to such lengths for a stranger she had just met. In fact, it was definitely dangerous; Yang wanted that smile - the one that wanted to break free, that only gave her the slightest satisfaction of knowing she hadn't really done anything to deserve it but it existed anyway - all for herself. And that was bad, because Yang was pretty fucking gay.

So, it was totally reasonable in her brain that she proceeded to flirt with this stranger at the next immediately available second.

“Maybe you could teach me, though?”

Her gaydar wasn't reacting to Blake, but it was safe to say her subconscious was. Maybe she should learn to read signals instead. She promised herself a long talking to- oh, wait-

tbc

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Story Summary -> So, yeah, Eddie has a little crush. Between working in the garage, school and late nights thinking about a special someone, he doesn't quite think he has the guts to do something about it. But, that's okay. She might have them.

Tags -> Idiots in Love, Mutual Pining, Masturbation, Eventual Smut, Fluff, Friends to Lovers, Friends With Benefits, Jealousy, Recreational Drug, UseUnderage Drinking

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Working as a high school student can be tiring, but on the bright side, it does line your back pocket with a safety net. Well, not if you're Eddie Munson. His uncle, Wayne, had recently broken his ankle and, therefore, couldn't pick up as many hours at the plant. So Eddie had to find a job as sick pay was not enough to support them.

Luckily, he found one that he actually enjoyed. Isn't that crazy? Going to work and not being bored to death was the only luxury Eddie had. Fuck, he'd prefer to go to work over school. Maybe he should drop out.

No. No, he shouldn't think like that. Of course, he should stay in school. That's where his friends were. That's where the Hellfire Club was. That's where Y/N was. He had no idea why he made a distinction between his friends and Y/N. Y/N was his friend. Nothing more. Nothing less.

Yet, there was that time that they were hanging out in the woods behind the school and she'd managed to get a leaf stuck in her hair, and being the gentleman he is, he politely tried to remove it for her.

"Shift over a bit. You've got something in your hair."

She did as he said, leaning closer to him so he could fish the item in question out. His fingers gripped onto the leaf and, unknowingly, a couple strands of her hair that he accidentally pulled as he brought his hand away.

Due to the harsh tugging on her hair, she let out a low groan and a "Oh, fuck," on an exhale. Eddie didn't say anything. He didn't even move his hand. That sound played over and over in his head. It was as if he had heard it before in a long lost dream. There was something about it that he couldn't quite put his finger on.

Eventually, he let go of the leaf and, after a few awkward seconds, he stuck his hand in his pocket and turned his attention to the woods instead of the source of that heavenly sound that he'd previously been staring at: her lips.

Sheepishly, he apologised, not able to look at her without getting a little red, "Sorry. Didn't mean to yank so hard."

"That's alright," she cooed and reassuringly bumped her shoulder into his. She looked across at him, trying to search those big, brown eyes for whatever had clearly made him uncomfortable, but he averted his gaze. "I know you weren't trying to hurt me."

Oh. So she thought he was acting weird because he'd injured her a little, only a minuscule bit of pain (that she actually quite enjoyed, but he didn't know that), and he could work with that. That was a better reason than the alternative, you know, the real reason.

If she thought he was acting a bit strange towards her, she wasn't prepared for the next week as he tried his absolute best to avoid her. Did he have a valid reason to do so? Mostly no.

After their interaction in the woods, Eddie couldn't get his mind off of Y/N. And that moan she made. Like, what was up with that? Why did it sound just so... so perfect to him? Why did he want to hear it again? And again. And again. It plagued his thoughts as he went through his classes, and whenever he could, he tried to steal glances at her, desperate for a clue as to what she could possibly be thinking. Was she thinking about him?

Wait, wait, wait, why did he care?

One time, she caught him, so she smiled and playfully winked at her friend, causing him to quickly look down at the textbook in front of him, which was something he never did. He didn't want her to think he was like... like into her or anything. That'd be so awkward.

You know what would be even more awkward? Lying in bed at night and thinking about your friend. It was innocent at first. He was planning on telling her all about his strange obsession with the noise she'd made and explaining why he'd been acting the way he had.

Then it happened.

Before he could stop himself, the image of Y/N biting her bottom lip so that she wouldn't be so loud as he mercilessly railed into her popped into his head and wouldn't leave no matter how he tried to shoo it away. Just the look on her face, the way her eyes were half closed and glazed over, as she eagerly took everything he gave her, had him weak.

Jesus Christ, what had he done? It took all his self-restraint to stop himself from ripping the sheets off of him and running to her right then and there. But no, that would be crazy. Insane. Completely out of his mind. And, she probably wouldn't want it. She wouldn't want him. Why the hell would she want a guy like him?

He had to calm down. He had to stop. He just had to. He wished he had managed to stop. He wished he had somehow managed to control himself. Because now, he couldn't stop. Now, he had to do something. Now, he had to act. He couldn't just lie there with a boner.

"Fuck, Y/N. Take all of me, baby," Eddie moaned as his hand made its way to his cock, slowly moving against himself. His uncle was at work; he could be as loud as he wanted to be. He got louder and louder as he increased the pace of his strokes, groaning out into the silence, "That's it. That's it. Holy fuck, sweetheart."

Hurriedly, he closed his eyes, blocking out everything but her, and soon enough, his hand was moving faster and faster until, finally, he couldn't hold back and his load flowed out of his cock, landing directly on his stomach and causing him to instantly regret his decision..

"Are you fucking kidding me?" He mumbled in disbelief, looking down at the mess he'd made. He fumbled around for a tissue, trying his best to swipe most of the puddle on his stomach away before he made his way to the bathroom to clean himself up. "Oh, God. What the fuck? Fuck. I've...why? Why did I do this? Shit. Shit. Shit. I didn't... fuck."

Could he ever look her in the eyes again after what he'd done?

Yes. Yes, he could. He had to. He had to see her. He had to look in her eyes and tell her all about his sudden, wild attraction to her; tell her about his uncontrollable lust for her; his need for her. What the hell was wrong with him? Why couldn't he stop thinking about her?

Walking up to her the next day, he realised, yeah, he'd never be able to admit that. She'd stop being his friend if he did that. Actually, he knew she'd still interact with him, she'd just act differently towards him. And he'd act differently towards her too. He knew it. It was best to keep it inside, to not tell her. After all, he really liked being her friend.

Weeks passed and he still spent his nights dreaming about her, then feeling extremely guilty about it when he saw her next. It was torture. A torture that he kind of enjoyed. Maybe he had a thing for her. He didn't think so, though. No. It was just his hormones, that's all. It was because of him. It had nothing to do with her.

Yeah, it had nothing to do with how she'd smile at him with that goofy grin of hers, or touch his arm when he'd get called on in class and secretly mouth the correct answer to him. Absolutely nothing to do with how his heart would flutter when she'd roll her eyes or tease him. And definitely nothing to do with how she'd calm him down by placing his head in her lap, gently massaging his temples and untangling his knotty hair after a particularly bad day at the hellhole that is Hawkins High.

Hormones are a bitch, amiright?

Y/N walked up to his locker, rhythmically tapping against the door as he placed what she recognised as the notebook containing all of his DM notes into it. There was a slight pause when their eyes met when the metal was no longer hiding her, but it was quickly resolved with a grin as she greeted him with, "My dear Eddie, how are you on this fine morning?"

It was an innocent enough question. She was just being her usual goofy self. Nothing out of the ordinary. He paused, turning to look at her and mentally having a go at himself for immediately focusing in on her lips. His eyes narrowed ever so slightly, shifting to her nose before he forced a smile and responded, "I'm good. Totally not prepared for the English test at fifth period. You?"

"Are you free fourth?" He nodded. "You're a lucky fella because there's this really awesome; super smart; super good at English friend of yours who is willing to help you out."

Teasingly, he joked, "Oh, sick. Who's that?" and managed to get out of the way before she jovially slapped his arm. "Hey, how would you like it if I smacked you?"

Without thinking, she responded with, "My answer would change depending on where you tried to smack me." He paused, looking at her with raised eyebrows as she offered a small, sheepish smile. She managed to save her dignity by continuing, "Yeah, like, a smack on the elbow is going to hurt much less than one to the boob, you know."

"No. I don't know."

She shrugged as she opened up her own locker, placing her textbook inside and shutting it before grabbing her bag and walking with him to class. An overexcited sophomore ran past them, bumping into Y/N, so she reached to hold onto Eddie's arm to stay upright. He looked down at her, a cute smile on his face as he jeered, "Falling for me?"

A light dusting of pink spread across the apples of her cheeks as she offered him a cheeky grin before she released him from her grasp. "You wish."

Keeping his mouth shut, he continued to follow her into the class, his eyes glancing between her and his desk for the entire period. Plus, he could pretend that he was just getting distracted by the way she tapped her foot against the floor every couple of seconds. He kept catching a glimpse of that tattoo he'd given her a couple of months back, which was peeking out from under her sock. He found himself needing to look away in case he lost his mind and ravished her right there in the middle of the room.

When she was bored and near to him, she always brushed her finger against his bat tats, so he knew she liked them. He wasn't surprised when she enthusiastically agreed when he offered to do the same on her ankle. Later that day, they were in his bathroom. Y/N sat on the toilet lid, her foot perched up on the sink as Eddie slowly and carefully poked her with the inked needle. The number of times she dramatically cried, "Ow! You stabbed me!" to mess with him was uncountable. He'd stop and quickly check that she was fine every time, just in case, just in case she was being real.

But, she never was. After every fake yelp, he'd shake his head in disbelief and smile to himself.

Oh shit. They had matching tattoos. His and hers. It was as if she'd allowed him to physically mark her as his but hid it from the world, hid it with her sock.

When he was done, he'd turned around, his back to the mirror, and his arms resting on the sink as he looked at her. He raised his eyebrow in curiosity when she reached up to gently touch her tattoo, running her fingers over the bat. "Do you like it?" he asked. "Do you think it's cool?"

Beaming at her new ink, she pulled her foot closer to her face to really inspect it. It was so cool. And he'd done it for her, so that was double cool. And it was free. Triple cool. So, she got off the toilet, wrapped her arms around him, swaying side to side a little as she hugged him, and gave him a grateful peck on the cheek as a thank you. "It's super cool, Munson, just like you. I love it. Thank you."

He rested his chin on the top of her head as he hummed in contentment. "I'm glad," he replied. "I am super cool now that I think about it."

Fourth period came, and he made sure to hurry to her third period class so he'd meet her as she came out. She didn't need to know that he'd skipped his last class, but if she asked, he'd tell her. That was one of the things he hated most about Y/N: her presence was so comforting that he often just told her everything. (Within reason, of course. He still wouldn't divulge that he jacked off to her every night. She didn't need to know that bit.) He hated that she could give him 'that look' and the truth would come spilling out past his lips, but he didn't care. It wasn't a big deal. And it made him feel good.

Plus, whenever she looked at him with those adorable eyes of hers, he felt completely seen. Completely understood. It was comforting, and he needed comfort.

Then when he saw her talking to fucking Freddie Thompson, he got a bit... What was the right word? Annoyed. Suspicious. Protective. Maybe even possessive. If you really want it to be damning, some would've defined it as, well, jealous. He didn't like the way he felt or anything that came with it. The way his chest tightened. His grip strengthened on the handle of the tin box he carried around. His jaw clenched. And he felt the selfish desire to go and interrupt whatever they were speaking about.

Because why the hell was Y/N talking to fuckboy Freddie?

Her back was to him. He placed his box down on the water fountain behind them and slithered his arms around her shoulders as he leaned in close. If she hadn't recognised the rings, he would've got a surprise smack around the face for that one. But, she did recognise the rings, and soon relaxed and melted in his embrace.

"Hey, freak. You know Freddie, right?" Her tone was light. So innocent. So unaware of why he'd acted the way he had.

"Yeah, yeah. We're in the same gym class," he replied in the friendliest tone he could muster.

Freddie tried to joke, "Surprised you know that since I don't think you've ever shown up," but it fell flat. It was supposed to be a playful type of teasing, but it came out as teasing, just regular teasing. And, for some reason, it really bothered Eddie. He felt her stiffen in his grip. Or was it his grip that stiffened on her? Did it matter?

He nudged his nose into her hair and glared at Freddie, waiting for him to get the hint to piss off. Freddie didn't. He and Y/N continued talking for the next couple of minutes, going over everything about the project that they were paired together on. Oh, so that's why they were talking.

Well, shit. He'd overreacted.

Still, she smelled amazing. Clean. Fresh. A tiny bit like cherries. Probably the complete opposite of him. Weed. Axe body spray. And a hint of petrol.

Dropping his chin to rest on her shoulder, he stared at her lips as she said to Freddie, "I'll see you tomorrow. We can make a start and hopefully be done by next Thursday. Okay?" but didn't take in anything. Eddie wasn't paying attention to her words. He was too busy fixating on her pout.

The other boy left, leaving the pair of them alone. A sigh slipped out of her lips and she unconsciously began comfortingly scratching the crown of his head. The feel of her fingernails going through his hair felt so good that he closed his eyes in bliss. Something was on his mind, she could tell.

"What's up with you? Did Mrs. Patrick kick you out again?" she asked, trying to ease him out of it.

"No," he replied in a mumble. "I was... It's nothing."

"Eddie," she chided him, her tone playful. He just continued to mumble.

As if she'd been summoned, Mrs. Patrick made her way down the hallway, stopping in front of the pair to sternly chastise, "Mr. Munson, take your grubby hands off Miss L/N."

To which Eddie did, dramatically lifting his hands up in surrender and flipped her off when she'd passed them. "Fucking bitch."

"Yeah, what a bitch," Y/N agreed, then gave him 'that look.’

"I swear, it's not a big deal. No need to worry." She went along with it, for now, gently putting his messy fringe back in the correct place after she'd accidentally tousled it a bit. He continued, trying his best to ignore how intently she was surveying his luscious locks. "Can we not go to the library? I heard some of the drama kids say they were going in there, and I'd rather not get roped into doing the school play again."

Walking past him and towards the car park, she teased, "But you were so good as the Lion," and didn't bother to ask where he'd prefer to study. She knew. He quickly followed her, jogging a bit to catch up, then he realised he left his box behind and hurried back to get it.

"Shut it, Toto."

When they reached his van, he swung the side door open wide and gestured for her to go in before him, not closing it behind them as he was sure they needed the natural light to be able to see the work. She sat down on the cool, cluttered floor, and he crawled in after her, flopping his head on her shoulder as soon as he was next to her.

"You smell good," he said, closing his eyes and breathing it in deeply, trying to memorise every intoxicating aroma.

Y/N rifled through her bag, searching for the correct textbook as she pointed out, "You're awfully touchy today. You wanna talk about whatever is on your mind?"

"Nope. Not at all."

He pushed his face off of her and turned his head so that he could see her. Their faces were only a few centimetres apart. And that's when he noticed the deep bags and the puffiness around her eyes. She looked exhausted.

"Woah," he exclaimed, feeling bad that he'd spent so much time trying to avoid looking at her that he'd completely missed this. It made him feel like a shit friend. "Tough night?"

"My neighbour got a new dog last week. One of those little, yappy ones and it will not shut the fuck up," she replied, still distracted with finding the appropriate book.

He stopped her hand, making her cease her search, softly assuring her, "I can always fail if you'd rather use this time to sleep. One more F is fine with me."

A big, sleepy smile spread across her face as she heard his considerate words. She found the correct textbook and realised that she'd shifted past it before due to her sleepiness. She brushed over his comment and stated, "Come on, you'll love The Crucible when you get to know it."

Taking her time to go over everything he needed to know, explaining it in a way that he would take it in. She made sure he was prepared to take the test. It was a story about witches and (possible) deals with the devil, so it was right up his alley. In class, he'd just completely zone out, not listening to a single word the teacher said.

But, here, with Y/N going over everything, making sure to point out all the aspects she knew he'd find interesting, Eddie found himself becoming interested in the story. He was enthralled by the story and by Y/N.

Still, that didn't mean he didn't try and mess with her. During a moment when she brought her water bottle to her lips, his intrusive thoughts won and he hit the bottom of it, causing the liquid to slosh out and drench her shirt. "Fuck," she cursed, glancing down at her shirt and then at him.

"You're soaked," he informed her as if she wasn't aware, his eyes trained on her chest since her shirt had turned a little transparent due to the water. As hard as he tried, he couldn't tear his eyes away from her boobs. He felt his dick twitch and nearly leapt out of his skin. God, he wanted to fuck her so hard.

Holding the damp cloth away from her body, she exclaimed, "You fucking asshole," but couldn't keep her smile down. She reached under her shirt, placing her hand under the wet patch and jovially shoved it in his face, wiping all the moisture against his features.

"Get off me, you heathen," he joked, trying to sound stern and serious but failing miserably. As soon as she brought her hand away, he decided to tackle her to the ground, excitedly wrapping his arms around her waist and pinning her beneath him. They hit the floor of the van with a giggle, and she pulled him in closer to her chest. "Gross, now my shirt is wet too."

"Whose fault is that, Eds?" she replied. His heart was racing faster and faster as he gazed down at her. He was nervous, but he refused to show it. Her eyes were shining as she looked at him. He wanted to kiss her, but he'd promised himself he wouldn't do anything like that. They were just friends in the end. "Stop squishing me, you dork."

Before he could do something he might regret, he slid off her and rolled onto his back beside her on the floor, propping himself up on his elbows to look at her. He reached to his right, his hand finding the duffle bag he used for work and pulling it onto his abdomen, rifling through it until he found his spare Hellfire shirt.

"You're lucky I came prepared, sweetheart."

"I wouldn't need luck if it wasn't for you," she retorted, then mimicked his little, "Sweetheart."

He shook his head, grinning. How had he gone so fucking long without noticing how freaking cute she was? They'd been friends for years, and he'd only noticed in the past few months that she was… well, she was beautiful. Like, extremely pretty. He didn't really know why it had taken him so long to notice, but it had certainly been worth the wait.

Her fingers found the hem of her shirt, and just as she was about to begin undressing, he declared, "At least wait until I close the door!"

"We're the only people in the parking lot!"

"Still, there could be a creep, you know, creeping around. Silently."

Obliging, she waited for him to slam the side door shut and half expected him to get out too. But he didn't. Yet he did make a big show of turning his back to her as she changed. He knows he shouldn't have done it, but he couldn't help it. He glanced slightly over his shoulder in the hopes of seeing something, some flash of skin, some peak of her curves. And he got way more than he bargained for.

Thanks to his actions, the water had seeped its way through her top and into her bra, so that was soaked too. It had to come off. It just had to. He caught the moment where she reached behind her and released the clasp, shimmying out of it then letting it drop into her lap. He could only see her back and the slightest bit of sideboob, but it was the hottest thing he'd ever witnessed.

Feeling his gaze, she turned her head and caught him ogling her, and the moment their eyes locked, he sheepishly turned back around, mentally insulting himself for being so pervy. The moment she was dressed, she joked, with a blush across her face, "You can turn around now. Fully around this time."

He did. Here she was. Right in front of him, wearing his t-shirt like she was supposed to do that. He couldn't believe his luck as he let his eyes run up and down her body. He couldn't take his eyes off of her. That was his shirt. His. Nobody else's. She was his.

"It's comfy," she commented as she sat on the floor of the van, her back against the wall, a satisfied smirk on her face as she gestured to his shirt. "It smells like you too."

"Oh, I'm sorry about that."

"Don't be. I like it." No way. That had to be a lie. She couldn't like the way he smelt, not like that. He sniffed himself. Yeah, no way she was telling the truth about that.

But she did like it. She liked it a lot.

As he watched her, he had to fight back the ache in his chest that came whenever he was around her. He sat down, leaving a pretty big gap between them, which she closed by shuffling closer and propping her head against his shoulder, using him as a pillow.

"Wake me up when lunch is over." She had such a cute little grin on her face as she looked up at him. He couldn't remember ever wanting something so badly, ever wanting something so much that it took his breath away.

"Wait, sit on my lap. I can assure you it will be comfier than the bumpy ground," he offered, patting his thighs and giving her the biggest puppy dog eyes. She complied with a little hesitation. He almost squealed when her hand fell to his hip and her head tucked into his collarbone. For some reason, it made him blush.

Tauntingly (but not really), he jeered, "Is my princess comfy?"

"Don't call me that, but yeah."

It was a testament to how nervous and excited he was that he didn't even realise what he was doing as he tightened his arm around her shoulders, pulling her close as she… well, she drifted off to sleep against his chest. He wasn't going to think about it too hard, because he couldn't actually take his eyes off of her. She smiled in her sleep, and he watched, just entranced by her.

If this was love, it was seriously the best drug he'd ever tried. He didn't even care that they were in a van in a parking lot and not some grand romantic location that he'd planned to woo her in. It was just his van. And that's okay. She was in his arms, where she belonged in his mind.

Yeah, he'd known it for a while, but now he was absolutely, one hundred percent sure. This was love.

Oh fuck, it was love.

The way her hair fell around her face, the way she fit so perfectly against him, the way she didn't even know she was doing it, he was pretty sure she didn't. And he couldn't do a goddamn thing about it, except hold her a little tighter and wait for her to wake up, wait for her to wake up and say his name, which she did when he gently swiped his thumb across her cheek, waking her in the most comforting way he could think of.

"Hey, sleepyhead," he whispered, pulling her closer. She slowly blinked up at him, her eyes wide and a little dazed, and he wondered how she could possibly look so cute after just waking up. He usually looked like a complete mess when he woke up. "I hate to inform you, but it's time to get our asses to class."

Then they did in fact go to class. Y/N had a hard time staying awake for the test. She missed the warm comfort of Eddie's body and the way his scent surrounded her. But, she'd settle for the cool, uncomfortable wooden desk for now. As soon as she was done, she lowered her head to the desk and fell back to sleep.

Again, Eddie woke her up, pulling the same move from before as he carried her bag for her, insisting that they skip last period because she "should get some goddamned sleep." It was a tough case to argue. She didn't really want to be there anyway. So, she ended up passing out for the rest of the school day in the back of Eddie's van, curled up against him on his lap, falling back asleep with a smile on her face.

There was something new between them. The way he talked to her and looked at her, smiling, gentle, caring... She could tell that something had changed, but she didn't know what exactly. She could only assume that it was for the best. He was so nice to her. She'd never had a cute, nice boy be so sweet to her before.

And this was repeated every time that annoying mutt kept her up for the next week, which was every day. The other members of The Hellfire Club noticed Eddie's absence from lunch, but the only thing he'd say was that he "Had something more important to do than hang out with you losers."

Tests suck. Everyone knows that. Eddie never really gave a shit about his grades - hell, that's why he failed to graduate so many times - but even he couldn't deny that it felt fucking awesome to get a B on his English test. He was a couple of marks away from a B+, but hey, it was better than any grade he'd gotten all year.

Mr. Farrell gave everyone their results back and even stated, "Well done, Munson. Didn't know you had it in you."

It was a backhanded compliment, but Eddie took it with a wide grin and showed Y/N his paper, pointing excitedly at the big red B. She proudly whispered, "Knew you could do it. That's my freak!" and he swore he felt his heart explode out of his chest. His cheeks flushed and he looked down at the desk, smiling to himself. That felt good.

Real good.

At lunch, they actually hung out with their other friends. Y/N wasn't really in The Hellfire Club - she had subbed for them a few times and thought it was fun but never became an official member - so she often sat with her other friends. It was nice to sit with them and chat, but if she was being honest with herself, she preferred being with Eddie.

Yet, they'd hung out so often this week, so he probably wanted a break from her.

Nope. Completely wrong. He spent the entire lunch period unsubtly sneaking glances at her, much to the amusement of his friends. And much to the amusement of her friends too, "So, little Ms. Munson finally graces us with her presence."

"We are just friends."

"Yeah, right."

Y/N sighed and rolled her eyes. But, she also wouldn't mind being more than friends with Eddie. If she could ever find a way to get him to like her, that is. She'd been trying for years with no luck. It was only recently that she gave up being someone she thought he'd like and just started being herself.

One of Y/N's friends, Mary, decided to inform her about the rumour that "Jake Blackmore said that he saw you getting into the back of Eddie's van the other day. What did you guys get up to in there?"

"On Tuesday? Oh, we were studying for Mr. Farrell's English test."

"What about Wednesday?" Kate asked, raising an eyebrow.

A small smile appeared on Y/N's face as she admitted, "I was taking a nap."

"Oh, honey," one of the girls said, rolling her eyes. "You really want to fuck the freak, don't you?"

It was fine when Y/N called him a freak. Or when one of his friends did. Anyone else was a no-go. Showing her annoyance, Y/N warned, "Don't call him that. It's not nice." There were some tittering sounds to that, but nothing more.

When Y/N looked back up at Eddie, he gave her one of his charming smiles and quickly pretended to be looking at something else. Oh fuck. That smile. That smile was trouble.

"I heard from Poppy Dylans that he threw a flash bomb into the girls' changing room in seventh grade."

This story had made its way through the school so many times and nobody got it right, so she had to correct them, "It was a stink bomb; it was eighth grade and I helped him do it."

"Well, Thomas said he found him dissecting a raven in the woods outside of the school last year."

Again, another twisting of what happened. "Nope, it was the parking lot and someone had run over it. Eddie took it to the veterinarian down the road but it died on the way," she replied, getting uncomfortable about how little they actually knew about him and just believed the hearsay. "He got a bird tattoo on his right calf the next week."

There was silence for a moment at her table, and Y/N tried her best to ignore that little twinge in her heart when she saw him fidgeting and looking at her again.

"Mimi Riger said that Tobias bought what he thought was cocaine from Eddie, but it was actually smushed pop rocks."

"Now that one is true." Y/N laughed and picked at her food, not really caring for any of it.

All of her friends started listing off all of the rumours they'd heard about the infamous Eddie 'The Freak' Munson. Most of them were based on some kind of truth, the tiniest slither of what actually happened mixed with outlandish claims about how weird he was. Y/N didn't really pay attention to the rumours anymore. They were all so ridiculous that they didn't deserve a reply.

Except the one about him being a demon. That one gave her something to laugh about."Yeah, he's just that scary. I can confirm that I hang out with a demon on the reg," she sarcastically replied. "You fucking idiots."

Honestly, at this point, Y/N had gotten sick of all of their chatter and decided to clean away her food tray, slinging her bag over her shoulder as she got up. But she did not return to her friends. No. They were getting on her nerves today.

"Hey, Eddie. Mind if I sit with you guys for the rest of lunch?" His eyes lit up and he nodded, beaming as the rest of his table gave each other knowing glances. Her friends were basically whispering behind their hands as they watched this unfold. It was annoying.

"Any seat is yours, m'lady," he exclaimed, motioning for her to sit down. When she did, he smiled at her and she could swear he was trying to wink. What a dork.

Perched next to Dustin, as Mike had unfortunately gone to the bathroom and had been absent when his seat was stolen, she turned to the younger boy and greeted him, "How's my favourite Hellfire boy doing?"

Eddie's expression dropped. Was Dustin Y/N's favourite? That can't be true. It just can't. He couldn't help but whine, "I thought I was your favourite boy."

"You're a man, not a boy," she pointed out, then pinched Dustin's cheeks, claiming, "And Henderson is just the cutest little guy."

A man. Eddie puffed his chest out a little. He was a man in her eyes. He'd heard her complain about high school boys before, but he wasn't a high school boy. No, he was a high school man, which sounds slightly creepy and demeaning, but it meant that she saw him above, well, them.

Dustin's face scrunched up, and he squirmed in his chair at her touch, playfully slapping her hands away from his face. "You better take those hands off me, Y/N, or there's a high likelihood that you'll never use them again," Dustin joked, doing exaggerated karate moves in an attempt to keep her at bay. She just chuckled at him and kept messing with him, occasionally jerking her hand towards him so he'd show off his chop, which he seemed to enjoy.

As did Eddie, who thought it was the cutest thing in the world to see his protégé/surrogate brother/future of Hellfire and his girl play fighting like absolute idiots. He leant his head on his fist, ignoring the looks that Gareth and Jeff (and Mike when he returned and grumpily sat down in the seat next to Y/N) were giving him.

Walking her to her next class when lunch was over, Eddie handed Y/N the books that he'd very chivalrously offered to carry for her and declared, "Thanks for the help with the B. It is very much appreciated."

"Oh, it is?" she teased, mindlessly touching his bicep, which was firmer than she remembered. Not that she often felt his muscles. Without thinking about the connotations, she inquired, "Have you been working out, Eds?"

Fuck. Fuck. Had she just flirted with him? Was it an accident? Or... did she mean to make him blush? Awkwardly clearing his throat, Eddie rubbed the back of his neck and answered, "Uh, I think it's all the heavy lifting I do at the garage. You know, tyres and shit."

"And shit," Y/N repeated, nodding as if she knew. Her mind was a mess at this current moment.

"To, uh, say thank you..." He took a deep breath to summon the courage to ask, "I could fix that rattling sound that your car makes for, you know, for helping me. You could always bring it to mine tomorrow if you want to. Do you want to?"

"Oh god, you don't have to do that. You don't want to spend your Saturday fixing up my rust bucket," she dismissed, eyes wide. She couldn't believe he'd even noticed that. It annoyed the hell out of her whenever she drove, but she didn't have the money to fix it.

"It wouldn't take much time, two hours at most. I have a hunch about what's wrong." Y/N's eyes glimmered as she imagined his handy, strong hands on her car, so she nodded. That was a sight she definitely wanted to see. The enthusiasm on her face caused him to go further, "Yeah, and afterwards, Rick just got this shipment of some real strong shit and we can try it out? Maybe order some pizza?"

So, he wanted to fix her car, give her free weed, and feed her? Only a fool would turn that down. And Y/N was no fool. "You're spoiling me, freak," she smiled, her cheeks flushed and her heart fluttering when he beamed back at her.

God, he was adorable.

"Anything for my princess." It slipped past his lips before he had a chance to think about what he was going to say. Now he was the one blushing, his cheeks becoming deep red as he mumbled, "I..uh, I've got to get to class. Bye, Y/N!"

Yelling at him before he got too far away, she called out, "What time tomorrow?"

"Anytime after twelve."

"Got it."

Saturday couldn't come soon enough. Eddie was eagerly awaiting her to arrive at his trailer. He'd asked his boss to borrow some of the necessary tools - which he may have secretly already put in his bag - for his weekend project. His boss was impressed, thinking that it was a job out of a desire to learn rather than one to show off to the girl he liked. Hey, it could've been both.

Around one in the afternoon - she would've arrived at twelve on the dot but didn't want to seem too eager - Y/N's car could be heard coming. Her stomach fluttered and her entire body tingled in anticipation.

As soon as she arrived, he sauntered out and made sure he was quick enough to open her door for her. It was the gentlemanly thing to do, after all. "Took you long enough, loser," he greeted, flashing that adorable shy grin of his.

"You said after twelve. It's after twelve," she quipped back, giving him a playful shove. He closed the door behind her, placing his arm against where she'd leant back on her car, his body almost surrounding her in a protective embrace. "What's the plan then, Edward?"

He looked her up and down, drinking in her appearance. Since it was the weekend and she didn't have to adhere to restrictive dress rules, she'd decided to wear a short skirt and a crop top. Fuck. He had some ideas of what he'd like to do, none of which he had the guts to actually initiate, but he loved the thrill of her being around him.

"You sit over there and look pretty. I'll try to figure out what the hell you broke."

"Oh, so I have the hard job."

"You have the easiest job in the world," he complimented, though he was unaware that he'd said something incredibly sweet. He retrieved his tools, leaving her smiling to herself as soon as she realised what his words meant, and returned to immediately start on the car.

Fortunately, she'd left a book in her car and read that as she parked herself on the steps of his trailer, occasionally taking her eyes off the page to see what the hell he was doing. She had no idea. He tried to explain to her what he was doing, but he could see the imaginary question mark over her head and just told her the basics.

"Just like I suspected." He waved her over and pointed to a part under the hood. "Your fan is fucked."

"It sounds so awful because of the goddamned fan?" she asked, incredulous. He smiled and nodded.

Jokingly, he swiped his finger against some oil and brushed it across her nose as he taunted, "It's because you're such a shit driver."

Y/N crinkled her nose up and wiped her nose with the back of her hand. "That's rich coming from you."

"I'm fast but controlled, like a true professional."

Scoffing, she retorted, "Yeah, a professional jackass." He laughed - a genuine, heart-warming sound - and continued his work on her car, humming Metallica as he went.

The sun shone and the temperature rose. Y/N couldn't help but look up when she noticed a bead of sweat running from Eddie's neck into the neckline of the wife beater he was wearing. She quickly closed her legs and looked away.

For a moment, she flirted with the ridiculous urge to run her hands through his hair, a dark, tousled mess of curls that were always a bit mussed, moving it out of the way as he bent over the exposed hood. Instead, she returned to looking at her book and tried not to stare too obviously, lest he think she was crushing on him or some shit. God, she really needed to stop this.

At one point, Uncle Wayne came out to join Y/N. His ankle had mostly healed, so he hobbled out and ruffled her hair with a hearty, "Hey, kid."

"Hey, Wayne. How's the foot?"

"Oh, you know, as annoying as the Fourth of July, but getting better. I go back to work on Wednesday. I'm sure Eddie will be glad to hear that I'm getting out of that bush he calls hair." Wayne perched beside her and checked out the book in her hands. "You're only on the contents page? What have you been doing this whole time?"

"He keeps singing Fight Fire With Fire, then gets half way through it and switches to Ride The Lightning, then starts over again," she pointed out, gesturing to the Metallica lover in front of them. "Why he can't finish the song, I don't know. I keep waiting for the end, but it never comes."

Wayne chuckled, joking that, "Well, it all sounds the same to me."

Finally finishing, Eddie punched the air after a success and turned to Y/N, throwing her keys at her as he exclaimed, "Try it out and try not to break anything else."

She laughed and caught the keys out of the air, hurrying into the driver's seat to test it out. It took a couple of minutes, but a miracle had happened: there was no mind-numbingly annoying rattling sound. It had magically disappeared.

"Thank you so much, Eds. You're too good to me," she stated, climbing out and attacking him with a hug, which he accepted and even lifted her in the air a little bit as she laughed. "How the hell did you do that?"

"I have no idea, but I'm taking full credit," he joked as he placed her back on the ground but kept his hands firmly on her waist. "Watch out, I'm a bit grimy."

Remembering that his uncle was observing them, she told him, "I was going to kiss your cheek, but I think Wayne might get the wrong idea."

He let his hands drop from her and scratched the back of his neck, getting some oil on the skin there as he repeated, "Yeah, wouldn't want to give him the wrong idea," as he gave a disheartened nod.

Uncle Wayne coughed to get their attention, then said, "I'm going down to The Redbrick at six. I assume I can leave you two to get yourselves something to eat?"

"Sure can, old man."

Letting out an amused huff, Wayne playfully warned his nephew, "You're lucky I'm still healing or I would've got you for that one, you little shit."

They made their way inside. Wayne to the living room. Y/N and Eddie to his bedroom, where he closed the door behind them. Just in case. Cause, like, it would be super awkward if he made a move and his uncle could hear him get rejected, wouldn't it? He didn't want Wayne to hear that. Eddie didn't want to hear that.

Immediately, as she stepped in, she noticed black nail varnish on his bedside table and asked, "You've been giving yourself manicures, eh?"

"I tried, and failed miserably." That was an understatement. When he attempted to paint his nails, it went everywhere. All over his hand. All over the bottle itself because he kept missing the entrance hole with the brush. All over his sheets since he accidentally tipped it and didn't realise it was leaking until it was way too late.

"After your shower, I can do it for you, if you want?"

"Really? You don't mind?" He said, smiling nervously. She was so weirdly nice to him. It was making his head spin, and he didn't trust himself not to screw it up.

She shrugged, and after a moment, he followed suit. "I think you might like it better if it was more pink," she teased, holding his hand and examining it. "Bright flamingo pink."

"That's a hard no."

He made sure to make his shower short and to the point. After he was done, he came back into his room with the towel around his waist - she was showing off skin, why shouldn't he? - and was shocked to find that he'd left one of his magazines out and she was flipping through it.

"She's got amazing tits," Y/N jovially declared, without looking up and gesturing to the porno mag she'd found on his floor. She let out a little, "Oh," when she finally glanced up at him, her gaze lingering on his bare torso for a moment too long.

Oh shit, had she just checked him out?

She quickly averted her eyes back to the magazine, trying to turn the page but being unable to. Gross. She threw it back on the floor as soon as she realised why the pages were stuck together, which resulted in him letting out an awkward chuckle. "What? I'm a man. I have needs, Y/N!"

Finding fresh clothes in an instant, he left and returned re-dressed and smelling good. When she turned her head to look at him, he was looking at her with a cheeky grin on his face, daring her to say something about the dirty magazine. She refused with a raised eyebrow.

"Sit," she ordered, bossing him around even though they were in his room. He did as she said and happily let her take his hands, gently pushing back his cuticles with her nails, prepping them for the polish. He tried not to get too excited, but the anticipation of her hands on his was making him smile just thinking about it.

"Is that a new ring?" she asked as she started to apply the polish, one hand holding underneath the finger she was focusing on and the other carefully painting the nail.

Glancing down at the ring in question - a simple silver band that he never took off - he replied, "No, uh, no it's not. It was my dad's. I usually hide it behind one of the bigger ones, but yeah, it's super old. It's to, like, commemorate him, you know. Even though he's a piece of shit."

"That's sweet of you," she complimented, giving it a light tap with her nail, then continued her work. "Too sweet of you."

The whole process was strangely calming, and he decided he was going to make the most of it. He closed his eyes and concentrated on the feel of her hands on his, paying attention to how light her touch was, how gentle she was with him. It was so relaxing to be pampered like this. He'd almost forgotten how good it felt to be cared for.

When she was done, she softly blew on the varnish, drying it a little quicker. "Is it done?" he asked, making sure to keep his voice even and casual.

"Give it another minute or two to dry, then, yeah."

Patience had never been Eddie's thing, and Y/N knew that, so she made sure to occupy him before he'd smudge it everywhere by holding both of her hands up for a high five, or ten, I guess. When he did, she placed her finger in between his, interlocking them so he wouldn't be able to escape her grasp. Not that he wanted to. They kept their hands locked for a moment, neither wanting to pull away. He could feel himself smiling from ear to ear, and he was pretty sure it looked stupid.

"Thank you, Y/N."

Waving off him, she moved on to the next job she could do for him, inquiring, "I heard that people with curly hair should brush their hair when it's still wet, I don't know if that's true or not, but... do you have a brush?"

"Somewhere around here." He got up and began searching in the general area where he thought it would be. It took longer than it should've, but eventually he yelled, "Got it. Knew the bastard was under there."

She took it from him, picking some of the dust and debris off, throwing it into his bin while grimacing, before she used it on him. He plopped himself down at the edge of the bed, looking at her expectantly as she knelt on the mattress behind him, untangling as much as she could with her fingers before starting to work with the brush.

"How's that feel?" Y/N asked, keeping her voice soft. "I'm not pulling too hard, am I?"

"Feels so good," he answered, his sincerity genuine and full of lust. He couldn't keep himself from smiling. It felt so good to be this happy, to be in this situation. He found himself enjoying each and every moment, not wishing for it to end. He could sit like this all day if she let him.

As much as they both enjoyed it, there came a point when he was tangle free. With one final brushstroke, she declared, "There we go. Looking good, Munson."

Just as she was going to place her chin on his shoulder, Wayne popped his head through the door, shielding his eyes as if he expected them to be doing something scandalous and was rather surprised when that didn't happen. It's not that he wanted to see that, he just wanted Eddie to gather enough balls to make a move.

Eddie immediately straightened up, and tried, and failed, to look innocent - despite being innocent. Hey, he had a suspicious face. At least that's what the entirety of Hawkins thought.

"I'm off."

"When will you be back?"

"Before twelve."

Eddie nodded, making a mental note of that, and repeated, "Before twelve, got it."

It was quiet for a moment as Wayne tried to figure out what they'd been doing. It definitely wasn't making out: Eddie's smile wasn't big enough for that to have finally happened. Then he noticed the polish on his nephew's nails and the brush in Y/N's hand. Oh, they were having a girls' night in. Classic. It wasn't Wayne's cup of tea, but if Eddie liked it, he wasn't going to stop the kid.

"Don't do anything I wouldn't do, kid. That includes having a kid," Wayne teased, giving a light chuckle and then shutting the door again, leaving them in peace. Or rather, he left them stewing in the awkward implications of his words. Eddie sat there, his face heating up as he imagined the kinds of scenarios that Wayne was referring to, and he found himself more embarrassed than anything else. She was right next to him, for fucks sake.

Had she realised how deep his breathing had gotten? Was that flush on his face giving it away? Did she notice his rapidly beating heart? Shit, could she hear it? What if she did and it freaked her out? What if she freaked out and left? He didn't want her to leave. He wanted to keep her here with him. Forever if he could.

By the way he reacted to Wayne's comment, Y/N got a little disappointed. He seemed as if he was disgusted at the mere thought of someone joking about them being intimate. As if she was some sort of sexless, barren prude. Well, she wasn't. Not in the slightest. But the fact that he didn't like that comment stung a little, and it made her wonder if she had a chance at all.

Cutting the tension, Eddie simply breathed out, "Wanna get high?"

"Yeah, that sounds so good right about now."

"You call the pizza place. I'll roll."

They got on with their respective jobs. They'd done this before. So many times before. They'd done it so many times that she didn't even need to ask what he wanted to order: a portion of jalapeno poppers that she'd say she didn't want any of, but as soon as it was before her, she'd steal one from him; two fourteen-inch pizzas; and the largest batch of curly fries they sold, which the pair would share. It would be just them and their food. In his room. Doing whatever the fuck they wanted.

Her gaze fell on him as the call went through. Or, more specifically, her gaze fell to his hands as he rolled the blunt. Her eyes lingered over him, taking in every detail about them. She was so used to seeing them covered in bulky rings, but now they were plain. No, not plain. Plain makes you infer that it's a boring sight, and, to Y/N, his hands were far from boring, Maybe bare was the right word. She bit her lip and averted her gaze, embarrassed at her own lustful thoughts.

When their order was confirmed, she said, "So, what's this strain called?"

"Rick said it was named 'The Devil's Lettuce'." He gave her excited jazz hands as he said the moniker, and she couldn't resist smiling. Rick always sold shit with the stupidest names. Eddie placed the spliff between Y/N's lips and, with a dramatic flourish, opened his lighter for her and lit the end.

"To the devil and his vast assortment of produce," she cheered, taking a hit and letting the smoke wash over her senses. The flavour was strong and immediately hit her taste buds, warming and stimulating as it went down. It was a far cry from her usual tastes, but she found that the smoke gave her a sort of euphoric calmness.

She held it out for him to have a puff, and he obliged, inhaling deeply as he held the smoke in his lungs. He let it slowly exit out of his mouth, taking in every bit of the smokiness before releasing it in a set of five circular puffs.

"Holy fuck, that's good. Right?"

"Mhm," she responded, taking another long puff and closing her eyes as she let the relief wash through her. She was in heaven. This was the life. Nothing was better than sitting in his room high, smoking with him, and talking about everything and nothing at the same time.

They didn't have all the answers to life's questions, but they sure as fuck knew what they liked. And it was each other.

Leaning closer, Y/N decided to fix Eddie's fringe for him since it had dried a little out of place, moving onto her knees and closing the gap between them. She completely misjudged the amount of space between them and accidentally knocked their noses together, slowly brushing them against each other.

Giggling, she sluggishly placed her hand on his jaw and pulled away, apologising, "My bad. My bad. Wouldn't want to hurt that cute nose of yours," and kissed the tip of his nose before letting out, "See? You're fine. I kissed it better."

All he could do was gaze at her, dumbfounded. Did she kiss his nose? That was a start. A really good one. If he could get her to kiss a few inches lower, that would be the absolute jackpot. He could take it from there. As soon as she made it clear she wanted him, he could kiss her more, kiss her anytime he wanted to, and he wanted to all the damn time.

"I'll forgive you," he managed to say, watching as she brought the spliff back to her lips and took another hit. She playfully blew out the smoke onto his face as he jeered, "So you think my nose is cute?"

"All of you is cute." He grinned widely, his heart swelling at the genuine compliment. She was always so quick to make him feel good, even when there was no reason to feel that way. And she did it with such simplicity and ease, it was beautiful.

He could get used to this. He could definitely get used to how her thumb was tenderly moving against his jaw, how her fingers were on his neck, how her lips were so close, how she was so warm and kissable and would make him feel like the luckiest guy in the world if he could just fucking do it.

Having noticed that she hadn't removed her hand, Y/N quietly apologised and started retracting her hand, but he caught it and returned it to his jaw, holding his fingers over hers, trapping her into continuing the action. "Please don't stop doing that." He was essentially nuzzling into her hand at this point.

Quietly, she cooed, "I won't."

His eyes fluttered as he continued to gaze into hers, her touch sending little tingles down his spine. He knew that she could feel it, too. The way she was looking at him, the way she was touching him, made it impossible to think straight. He was thinking of all the places he wanted to touch her, all the things he wanted to do to her, when she decided to make an abrupt move.

Well, not abrupt. But it completely threw him off his thought process when her focus flitted down to his lips. Shit, shit, did she want him to kiss her? Was that what she was going for? He had no idea. His mind was on overdrive, his heart beating faster than he ever thought was possible as she made direct eye contact with him and...fuck it, he should just go for it.

"Y/N, I really want to -"

Fucking pizza. The pizza guy interrupted whatever he'd started to say, announcing his presence with a very loud, very distracting knock. Eddie was already pulling away from her, he couldn't help it. The moment had passed and he needed to get to the door before she asked him to finish his sentence.

The pair made it to the door. Eddie took the boxes, carefully placing them on the nearest surface as he searched for his wallet, fully intending to pay. Y/N slapped his hand out of the way and handed over the money straight away, smiling sweetly as the driver finally pissed off.

"Don't look at me like that. How much did that replacement fan cost? This is a two-way relationship, Ed. At least let me get the food," she stated, knowing full well that he was going to whine about her paying for him.

"Fine, fine, fine," he relented, the weed helping him accept her argument, and she breathed a sigh of relief. They wouldn't be squabbling about this.

Returning to his room to eat, they gorged themselves, happily stuffing their faces with all of the pizza they'd bought while Eddie regaled Y/N with an in-depth description of what direction he was planning to take his most recent campaign. It was safe to say that Hellfire was in for a lot of twists and turns over the coming weeks. He was so animated when he spoke about it, it was like watching a child discuss their new toy. And she couldn't help but find it cute.

Y/N listened to his every word, finding it fascinating, even though every now and then he would look at her and she'd catch a glint of something in his eye, something that looked very much like he may have been...or was about to suggest something. If he suddenly decided to pursue it, she'd be all for it. If he decided to push it aside and move on, she'd have to respect that, too.

When she'd eaten as much as she possibly could, she chucked her box onto his floor and flopped onto her back, flashing him a satisfied grin as her head hit the pillow.

"What are you so happy about?" he asked her, genuinely interested in the reason.

"You," she replied brightly, closing her eyelids and trying to block out his playful grin. "You make me happy."

Processing her words meant that he was quiet for a long time. She just laid there, content in the knowledge that he was there, not moving an inch, letting what she'd said sink in. She only opened her eyes when he let out the highest pitched batch of giggles she'd ever heard him make. It was so unexpected and so uncharacteristic, it took her completely by surprise. He looked like he'd just won the fucking lottery or something and she watched him, enjoying it immensely, his laugh making her crack up too.

When his laughter finally died down, he repeated in disbelief, "I make you happy." It was a statement, not a question. It was as if he was still coming to terms with this fact. He was quiet again, and when he spoke next, his voice was much softer. "You make me happy too."

She felt her face warm up and turned away from him, resting on her side so he couldn't see how red she was, but couldn't stop the gleeful incoherent noises that spewed past her lips. "Are you trying to nap?" he asked, a teasing smile on his face.

Napping? How could she sleep at a time like this? She shook her head vehemently. "God, no. Just thinking."

"What are you thinking about?"

'Please say 'you'. Fucking please be thinking of me,' he thought, but he held it in.

Silence. She didn't answer him, so he decided to get all up in her space by following suit, throwing his pizza box off his lap onto the floor and sliding in behind her, playfully tugging her closer to him. "You still haven't answered my question, princess," he murmured into her hair, which only made her shiver in delight. He was so close, so near, and his warm breath against her neck felt so fucking good.

"I was just… thinking about Gordon Parker's party last year," she admitted, hoping that he wouldn't laugh at her. "Do you remember it?"

"I remember getting there."

"Anything else?" she asked, trying to keep the eagerness out of her voice.

"No."

Oh.

"Well, you did get absolutely fucked, so that's probably why." She sighed, leaning back against him before she turned to face him, her eyes searching his as if she was looking for something specific. She only found confusion. There was no recognition behind his eyes of what the hell she was talking about. He really didn't remember. It hit her in the chest like a hard physical blow. She bit her lip and turned back around, looking out the window. She didn't know what to do with this information.

Would it be a good move to tell him what had happened?

As she was pondering this question, she didn't mean to, but she began squirming in an attempt to get more comfortable against him, unknowingly grinding on him slowly.

"Holy shit," he breathed out, the sound barely audible. She wouldn't have been able to hear it if his mouth wasn't right by her ear. Whether it was his desire for her or the weed in his system, her touch felt too good. He froze and she felt him shift, almost imperceptibly, to put some distance between her butt and his crotch.

That could only mean one thing, and since she had a bit of chemical courage, she was going to do it. She was going to make a move. A bold one. So, she backed up into him, knowingly this time, and began to move her hips against the bulge that he'd attempted to hide from her.

"You like that?" she purred, feeling his hard cock press up against her.

It was hard to concentrate with her grinding against him. He didn't say anything, and she began to sway her hips faster, enjoying the friction and his lack of response. He answered by gripping her waist tightly, and she could feel his hardness pressed up against her underwear since her skirt had ridden up, exposing her cotton panties. It had been a long time since she'd been this turned on, and once she'd started, it was hard to stop.

She started increasing the roughness of her movements, revelling in the groans he was making and the thrill that ran through her, knowing that she was walking that fine line between 'this isn't real' and 'this is really happening'. Real or not real, she could handle it.

Against her neck, she could feel his breathing quicken and he was making low guttural noises. "I can't believe..." he moaned, his fingers digging into her hips as he tried in vain to control his urges. His attempt completely crumbled the moment she leant forward a smidge and pulled her top off over her head, tossing it aside.

The moment her hands were free, they found his and slid them from her waist over her skin, all the way to her bra so he could grope her. His breath caught in his throat and his hips started moving, almost jerking in reaction to her touch and how she tilted her head to seductively suggest, "Do you want to undo the clasp for me?"

Never before had she seen him so speechless. He didn't say a word as he fumbled with the clasp of her bra, flinging it before returning his hand to squeeze her, now freed, boob. He lifted his head up and pressed a kiss against her neck, his light stubble rough against her skin.

"Oh fuck, Eddie," she groaned, letting out all the noises she'd been keeping in as his hands played with her breasts. His touch was gentle but his desire was palpable and it made her light-headed. All she could think about was how good it felt to have his hands on her. Finally. It was as if she'd been waiting her whole life for him to touch her in this way.

Fuck, his jeans were way too restrictive and they needed to get the fuck off his body now. The fabric was in the way of his ability to feel her, so he broke the contact of their hips for a second, hastily pulling his trousers down until they pooled around his ankles and he furiously tried to kick his foot out, eventually succeeding in his mission. His vest soon followed.

"Can you keep your skirt on? I kind of want to fuck you while you're still in it."

"I don't see why not."

Feeling her bare skin against his thighs made him shiver. She felt so right, so perfect. "This is crazy," he said, eyes wide and filled with desire, pulling her panties down and asking, "This is what you want? Just checking."

"I want you," she clarified, her voice husky, and lifted her leg, planting her foot firmly on the mattress, giving him easier access to touch her there. She needed him to touch her there. She needed him to touch her everywhere.

He didn't wait. He pushed a finger inside of her, his groan of delight at how wet he was making her, instantly turning her on even more. "All this for me?" he said, voice rough. She nodded, eyes closing as his finger penetrated her, teasing her entrance, before he added, "Tell me if I go too fast, baby," before slipping another finger in, leaving her breathless.

Just as she'd imagined, his fingers were magic. She let out a loud, contented moan, and he laughed - completely in awe of the fact that he was getting a chance to please her in such a way, then pulled his fingers out to position them so that he could enter her. But he stopped, so she raised an eyebrow and soon realised that he was waiting for her confirmation.

"If you want to back out, say the word and we can stop."

"God, no," she groaned as firmly as she could. He was too cute. As she took his cock and guided it to her entrance, she confirmed, "I want this just as much as you do, so stop being so sweet and fuck me."

Lowly, he chuckled and continued the motion to push in, and though she'd thought she'd feel pain, it wasn't as bad as she'd imagined, and soon she was feeling so full she couldn't help but move her hips to take him further. She turned her body and shifted her right knee up so her ankle was resting against the crook of her other knee, giving him more space to slot his crotch into hers.

Pulling her further and further onto his cock, he roughly clamped his large hand on her upper thigh, using his grip to go deeper. "I'm balls deep. Fuck, Y/N. Fuck, Y/N, I'm so...so fucking deep in you," he said, the words barely decipherable through his groans. He started moving his hips, slowly at first, taking it gently, taking her gently.

She was vaguely aware of his hand cupping her breast, and his muttered, "Fuck," and, "Oh, God, Y/N," before he started a new set of faster, deeper thrusts. She was losing herself in the feeling, the sensation, the euphoria of finally having his cock in her, making her feel good, making her whole. She'd waited so long to have this. She'd imagined it so many times, and now she finally had it. She was on cloud nine, and it couldn't get any better than this.

He smushed his face into her neck, lightly biting at the skin there, so she reached back and clutched his hair, holding him in place as he found his rhythm, as the feeling built and built and built. She could hear him, feel him, and the best part was, he was letting her lead. She let her hips take over, rolling, thrusting, pushing him deeper and deeper inside of her, and he was meeting her every move, matching her rhythm.

"You're so tight," he bit out through his gritted teeth. "So good, Y/N. I'm so.. I can't..." He grabbed her ass, hard, and his groan was music to her ears as he started rocking harder, and she knew he was close. But he'd hold on a moment longer.

Dropping her hand from his head, she fully intended to start massaging her clit, but he slapped her hand away and did it himself, pleasuring her until she shook and her vision went dark, until she couldn't think and she just let him fuck her, let him take care of her, and it felt so, so good.

All she was capable of doing was whining out his name as she came, feeling as his muscles tensed and his cock twitched within her.

Fantasising is one thing. The number of times Eddie had pictured her face as she fell apart didn't do her justice. The sheer bliss that was overwhelming her features was so much more intense than anything he could dream up.

Sensing that he was about to climax, he pulled out and spilled all over her skirt, then took a moment to catch his breath and slow his rapid heart rate. A few long moments passed as he looked at her as she returned to normal, her eyes shut, her lips slightly parted, her head thrown back, her hair a mess of sexy waves around her face. He'd been right; this was it. This was heaven.

"What the fuck did we just do?" he murmured, looking down at her with a mixture of fear and tenderness. She heard his words, staring up at the ceiling, and wondered how they would proceed after this. Were they still classed as friends now? Could they even be friends? Would the rules change now, or was this just temporary insanity? And how was she supposed to feel about that?

"Uh, you just splooged all over my skirt. That's what happened," she joked, reaching down to pull it off and throw it on the floor. He grinned mischievously and brushed her hair off her shoulder, placing his head in the crook of her neck as soon as it was clear.

"You looked really hot, and I just couldn't help myself," he complimented, running his fingers up her arm. She felt the same. There was no question about it.

As she had done before, she reached back and placed her fingers in his hair, slowly scratching any anxiety he was feeling away. Due to their activity, he was covered in sweat and his fringe was damp, so she teased, "Ew, you're so sweaty and wet."

"You think I'm wet?" He joked and brought his finger back to her sensitive pussy. His voice dropped in pitch as he flirted, "I'm not even half as wet as you, baby."

"Oh, really?" She uttered and brought his finger to her lips. "How wet are we talking here, 'baby'?" She lightly bit down on his finger, sending shivers down his spine as she took it into her mouth and sucked. He moaned, but he didn't stop her. He couldn't if he tried, but it was so damn arousing to have her take control in this way.

Taking his finger out of her mouth, her sexy façade dropped and she let out a cackle. She'd found her new favourite pastime: messing with him, turning him on so much that he didn't know how to respond.

"God, Y/N, you're so fucking hot. Who the hell are you? Where did that come from?" He sounded breathless. "I'm not sure if it's the fact that we just...you know, or that I... that I." He stopped. Just because they fucked didn't mean that she wanted a relationship with him.

Maybe it was the weed that made her act like this. He didn't know. He had no idea what she wanted. All he knew was that her eyes were bright and she seemed to like him sexually. And she was so fucking beautiful and soft.

"Do you want to stay the night?"

Trying to play it off like it wasn't a big deal, as if she wasn't seconds away from squealing in delight, Y/N nonchalantly replied, "Yeah, I am pretty tired and I told my mum that I was going around Mary's so..."

"Lying to your mother? Oh, Y/N, you're such a bad girl," he teased, dropping his mouth to her collarbone and giving it a light nibble. She shivered and moaned in response. "Bad girl," he repeated, louder. "Your mother wouldn't want to know that you just fucked the freak, would she?"

"No, she wouldn't," she said softly.

Y/N and Eddie spent that night cuddling up. It was a quiet night, spent mostly in conversation, each taking it in turns to tease the other. Y/N was surprised at the things that would elicit a reaction from him. He was crude, but in the right way. Never mentioning anything that she hadn't already pointed out, just in case he overstepped a boundary.

Yet, the type of comment that had the most effect was the simplest thing. When she told him that his hair looked "perfectly fluffy", he had to take a few minutes to collect his thoughts before he was able to respond, his cheeks pink and his grin huge. She thought he was about to combust when she playfully called him, "My pretty boy."

Still, neither of them addressed the issue that they both really wanted to resolve. What were they? Were they just friends? There was definitely attraction on both sides, and neither could really hide that anymore. But, feelings? They hadn't been brought into the equation yet. Eddie didn't want to press the subject. It was a lot to take in, and he didn't want to make her uncomfortable. He had a soft spot for her, and he didn't want her to go.

Sex doesn't mean love, he knew that.

That didn't mean that when she turned to face him and buried her face into his neck, that he didn't turn into complete mush. He wanted her to love him, damn it. But, he'd settle for lust if that was all she could give him. So, he'd wait. And, he'd see where things went.

In the meantime, he just gazed at her while they lay in bed, Y/N curled up against his side, her eyes half closed as she rested her head on his shoulder, her hand caressing his jaw (now she knew he liked that, she planned on doing it as often as she could) as she looked up at him. His eyes begged her to say something.

She didn't know how long they'd been lying there in silence. It could have been five minutes, it could have been five hours. She didn't know, and she didn't really care.

"Eddie?"

"Yeah?"

"You really don't remember Gordon's party?"

"Should I?"

Remembering it like it was yesterday, she began telling him all about it, starting from the moment one of her friends puked all over her shirt. "Oh, fuck. Sorry, Y/N," Tia apologised, swaying a little from all the booze she'd consumed.

Y/N had to get outside or she'd puke too, so she pushed past some people to make it out into the garden. She was a little wobbly but hurried out without trouble. To get the god awful jungle juice taste out of her mouth, she reached into her pocket and used up the last piece of gum she had.

Leaning against the wall because he was so wasted too, Eddie stared into the distance as he smoked and only noticed she'd joined him when she tripped over an uneven part of the cobblestone path.

He caught her before she fell, exclaiming, "Ah, the muscled knight manages to save the princess before she faceplants into the underbrush," then noticed her ruined shirt and backed up with a slurred "Do we need to get you home?"

"It's not my sick." She pulled off her shirt and dropped it to the floor in disgust. When she looked back at him, she guffawed and pointed out, "You lit your ciggy the wrong way, dumbass."

Shit. He hadn't noticed that. He thought it wasn't as effective as usual and tossed it. Well, he wasn't thinking. He couldn't. The amount of beers that he had made it impossible to think straight.

Despite this, he still whipped his denim and leather jacket off and placed the leather one around her, keeping his hands on her shoulders as he flirted, "Looks good on you, babe."

"Eddie," she sighed.

"What? I just wanna say you look fucking beautiful, that's all. You look fucking beautiful," he mumbled out, realising that his mouth tasted awful. She had gum, so she must have a packet somewhere. "Gimme some gum."

Bringing the piece in her mouth between her front teeth, she said, "Last piece. Sorry, dude," and returned to chewing it. Okay, he could deal with that. As soon as she finished her sentence, he had no idea what came over him and tugged her closer by the lapels of his jacket, drunkenly placing his lips on hers.

It took her a moment to process what was happening before she reciprocated. She didn't know how long they kissed, but when they finally pulled apart, they were both out of breath, and she could see that his eyes were glassy. Plus, he had her gum in his mouth now. That thief. That very sexy thief. Y/N blinked a few times and mindlessly muttered under her breath, "Fuck, that was hot."

"It was?" he replied, his eyes still heavy from drink and lust. Oh shit, he'd heard her. She nodded, her mind still reeling from the kiss and it only got more muddled when he spat the gum out and brushed his thumb against her bottom lip, getting bolder with each passing second.

So bold that he backed her up against the wall he'd previously been perched against and moved one hand beside her head and the other rested on her hip, forcing all of her focus to be on him as he stared into her eyes. She lost herself for a moment in his gaze, then he started to lean in, urging her to "Kiss me, Y/N.".

This time, he kissed her properly, his tongue slipping into her mouth with a demanding, possessive fervour and he pressed his body up against hers, deepening the kiss. His hands threaded themselves through her hair, holding her close and it felt so right to be pressed against him like this, like this was where she was meant to be.

He lightly tugged on her hair to tilt her head further up for better access and she let out a moan, groaning in the lowest voice he'd ever heard her use before, "Oh, fuck."

Just as she'd done when he pulled the leaf out. It was 'that moan.' She'd made the same sound. That's why it had such an effect on him.

The way he fit against her, she felt more connected to him than ever before. And, she felt something else too. Moving his mouth to her jaw, he seductively declared, "You know, you've got really pretty lips. I think they'd look really good around my cock."

Butting into her story, present day Eddie covered his face with his hand in shame at his intoxicated words and profusely apologised, "That's... I said that? I'm so sorry, Y/N. Oh god. I didn't... That was so.. I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I mean, it's true, your lips are really pretty and they'd look good arou... Not saying that I don't want you to do that, because I do. I do. Only if you want to. Obviously." Then he paused. "Did you, uh, you know? You didn't, did you?"

"No. We hid behind Gordon's outhouse and I, uh, got to my knees but you stopped me because you 'wanted to one hundred percent remember this moment.' So, I zipped your trousers back up and we waited for you boner to go down before we went back into the party."

He stopped for a moment, mentally chastising himself for his actions. What the fuck, man? He must have been hammered. So fucking wasted. He'd acted like such a pig. Yet, she seemed to be fine with it.

"Why didn't you say something?"

"I assumed you remembered and didn't want to acknowledge that it happened."

Fuck, he wished he could remember. He really wanted to remember.

"Can I get a do-over on the kiss?" He inched his lips closer to hers. "It's not fair that you remember and I don't."

She gave him a coy, sexy smile, "If you insist."

"I do." He kissed her cheek first and slowly made his way towards her mouth. She closed her eyes as he gently pressed the kiss against her lips. It was light, soft, romantic. His tongue darted into her mouth, enticed by the taste of her, and he moaned in approval when she opened for him. His hands caressed her body as he deepened the kiss; his thumbs tracing circles on her bare, exposed skin.

The way his tongue pushed inside her mouth, teasing hers, sent tiny flames through her body. This was much better than their drunken ones at the party. His hands felt so right as they roamed her back, cupping her ass with a firm grip. Her kiss was so comforting and perfect that he didn't want it to end.

But it had to since he yawned.

Reacting to him, she disconnected their lips and cooed, "Come on, we can continue in the morning," and returned her head in the crook of his neck, closing her eyes so he'd follow her lead, which he did with a huff, and eventually fell asleep.

Waking in the morning, Y/N went to lift herself up but was immediately smushed back against him. He was awake before her. That was surprising. He gave a small smile when he felt her shift against him. "How long have you been awake?"

"For a little while. I didn't want to disturb you." He looked down at their entangled bodies and grinned, brushing his hand across her arm. "But, I'm glad you're awake now because I really need a piss."

Chuckling at his admission, she wiggled off him and watched as grabbed his underwear, quickly slipping them back on so he didn't traumatise Wayne if he was awake, and gave her a wink before exiting to pee.

A few moments later, he came back to find her mostly dressed, bent over, searching for her panties. Oh fuck, already? He had to. It was already too much. "Found 'em," she said cheerfully and tried to stand back up but he bent her back over and rubbed himself against her ass, pressing his way into her, his fingers digging into her waist with a firm grip.

"I'm really, really glad you're awake," he whispered into her ear. She moaned and shifted her hips restlessly.

Okay, so this was happening again. It wasn't a one time thing. Awesome. So cool.

Lifting her so she was bent over the side of his bed, he danced his hands around the bare skin of her thighs before sliding them up her legs. His fingers traced small, tantalising patterns over her skin, making her squirm with anticipation, teasing her before he slid a finger inside of her. He moved it in and out of her slick, wet entrance, claiming that "This is the best thing to wake up to."

"I think you might be right," she agreed, her whole body humming with arousal.

Making sure he hit the spot with each pump, he pushed another finger in and moved a little faster, using the friction to make her wetter, and soon his thumb rubbed against the nub of her clitoris, taunting her every now again by asking, "Do you want me to slow down?"

"Shut the fuck up, Eddie." When he withdrew his fingers, she whimpered, not in pain, but in frustrated need. He'd left her aching and wanting more. That was, of course, his intent. "Are you going to fuck me?"

"Not yet." She bit her lip, trying not to look so desperate as she glared back at him to see him getting to his knees. With a smirk, he pushed her legs further apart and kissed the side of her knee, licking the inside of her thigh as he went, before letting his tongue slip between her legs, flicking over her clit. "Do you like this? If not, I'll stop."

She shook her head and moaned, "No. I mean, yes, I like it; no to you stopping. Don't do that. Don't stop." He trailed his tongue along the edge of her slit, flicking there and moving it over the spot so he could dip his tongue inside. She bucked and twisted, and he laughed before looking up at her, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes.

"Are you sure?" He moved his face so only his nose was pressed against her.

"Yes, I'm sure, you pervert," she teased. And due to her taunt, he decided to not hold back. There was going to be no gradual increase now. He grabbed her hips and roughly pulled them so he could get his fingers as deep as he possibly could while his tongue furiously circled her clit with so much wanton desire. Her legs tensed in his grip and she let out a whine that was just a little too loud.

They weren't the only ones in the trailer. Before he could point it out, she panted, "Yeah, I know. I know, not so loud."

And he laughed again before going back to tormenting her with his mouth and fingers. She was on the edge, teetering back and forth between wanting more of what he was already giving, and wanting more of him.

But, he made that decision for her with a husky, "Oh, princess," which caused her to smush her face into the duvet and let out a muffled cry as she twitched and trembled. It started in her toes, moved its way up her legs and twined around her body before ending in a massive, all-over orgasm that had her bucking against his mouth and fingers.

When she calmed down, he followed up with a few more teasing movements of his fingers before lifting his head with a grin. "I've never done that before," he admitted through heavy panting.

"I don't believe you."

"I've... you know... read books and shit."

"Liar."

"Fine. I stole a bunch of porn from the video store that Harrington works at. Is that the answer you want?"

Insane. She was dumbstruck. Nobody was that good on their first go. "So, that really was your first time going down on someone?" she asked, tilting her head to the side, a confused look on her face.

He huffed out a laugh, "On a girl, yeah." Shit. Shit. Shit. Had he just admitted that he'd sucked a dick before? Did she pick on that? If she did (she certainly did), they brushed past it pretty quickly. She didn't care.

Reassuringly, she commented, "It's a strange taste, isn't it? You get used to it, but, at first, it's a bit like 'what is that?'."

Oh. There was a reason why she didn't care.

Shrugging, he replied, "I like it," and pulled his underwear down, entering her before she'd even mentally processed what he said. Eddie gasped, his eyes widening as his member slid in with ease. "Holy fuck." His hands rested on the small of her back and nudged her leg to move up on bed with his knee for better access as he rocked into her.

Y/N bit her lip to stop herself from screaming out in pleasure. "How's that for you? Good?" he asked, licking his lips at the sight of her.

"So good," she gasped, moving her hips up to meet his. He kept eye contact as he pushed himself deeper into her, drawing a breath in and out, releasing it in a quiet moan. He grabbed her ass and pulled her into a tighter, more frantic rhythm. His fingers dug into her skin, and his gaze flickered to her face, wild with lust.

God, she felt amazing. He leaned down and kissed her, hard and deep, his tongue sweeping into her mouth to duel with her own, full of passion despite the awkward angle. His chest was hard against her back, his breaths harsh and uneven. Y/N tried to mirror his actions, moving up and down along his length, bucking back into him. His hands cupped her breasts, his fingers pinching her nipples in an almost painful manner.

The friction of their bodies moving against each other made her dizzy, and she held on the sheets for dear life as he picked up the pace, pounding harder and harder into her. "That's it, baby. Give it to me," she panted into his mouth, her fingers tightening on his ass in a desperate manner.

They were both so close. He lifted himself up, planting his foot on the mattress next to her knee to steady himself as he reached a hand back down and grabbed her hip, keeping his movements steady and precise, as if it was an act of mathematics. And he was actually pretty good at maths.

Getting closer and closer, he tried to grip onto her shoulder, but in the daze of everything, clutched onto some of her hair. "Shit, sorry. I did-"

'That moan' came out of her lips. He let out a low, "You like that, don't you?" but didn't slow down. She nodded, confirming his suspicions, so he grabbed a handful of her hair and used it to bounce her back on him harder. He looked down, seeing his shaft disappearing inside of her, and he let out a guttural noise. "Good. Cause I like it too."

She arched her back, her head tilted back as she whimpered, her body tightening around him as he began moving faster and faster into her. It was over in a moment, him coming on her back seconds after her eyes rolled back in her head and she muttered out a slew of profanities.

Once the last of the aftershocks had died down, the two of them were still for at least a minute, breathing heavily in the quiet of his room. He slumped over her, his weight pinning her down against the mattress. He stayed inside of her, his hand caressing her hip as he held her close, his breath tickling her neck. The slow, calm beating of her heart slowed to a normal rate as her body relaxed underneath him.

Kissing her neck seemed to calm him down, so he did, and accidently left a hickey near the nape of her neck. He wouldn't tell her about that. She wouldn't be able to see it. But he would. "Shit," he muttered into her ear. "That was... well, you know. I hope we didn't wake my uncle up."

"Oh god, Wayne doesn't need to hear that," she said, but she had the strangest urge to laugh, the sound bubbling up from her chest. He chuckled along with her, not really knowing what was funny or if she was just cracking up over nothing but not caring. "As lovely as this is, you're squishing me to death."

Then, he rolled off of her and onto his back, pulling her with him so that she was lying on top of him. Y/N ran her hand over his chest, enjoying the feel of him underneath her fingers. He reached out and grabbed her hand, bringing it to his face and pressing a kiss against her palm.

"Let's stay here for a while," he murmured, eyes half closed, staring into space. "This is nice."

"I'm going to have to go home at some point," she reminded him, snuggling closer to him. He sighed deeply, focusing on the ceiling as she laid her head on his chest. His heart beat strong and steady, a soothing sound to her ears.

"Just not yet."

When the inevitable moment came where she had to leave, he let her go reluctantly. She wanted to stay, and though lying there with him was nice, it wasn't enough to make up for the bollocking she was bound to get from her mother.

"See you tomorrow," she told him, giving him, what she thought was, one final goodbye kiss. But it turned out to be two. Then three. Then four. Against his mouth, she mumbled, "I have to go, pretty boy."

He didn't respond. Not at first. Then, a low, "Yeah, you do," came out of his mouth, yet he didn't pay attention to his own words and went back in for a fifth smooch. She leant away, dodging his kiss, causing him to grumble, "One more?"

How could she resist? How could she resist that face? Those eyes? With a grin, she took his chin between her fingers and gave him the final final kiss, this time to the lips. They remained locked in a passionate smooch for a few minutes, before he broke away, looking into her eyes.

"I'll see you tomorrow," he repeated, smiling. She smiled back, taking his hands off her waist and making her way to the door, taking one last peek at him before she left. He was still just in his underwear, his bare chest covered in little bites from her.

Y/N realised as she reached the door that she wanted to see him blush just one more time today, so she shimmied her underwear down and threw it at him, seductively coquetting, "See you later, handsome." He caught her underwear out of the air, giving her a shy grin in return and went to respond, but she'd already walked out. He flopped back on his bed and giggled.

School the next day was weird. How were they going to interact when other people were around? In his room it had just been them and that was fine. They could do whatever they wanted to in his room. Friends and rumours and being public hadn't been discussed.

Were they together? It sure felt so. But neither of them had confirmed it. It was more than a hookup, they knew that much. Nothing had been decided yet. But it was there. Whatever 'it' was. It was definitely there.

Eddie had actually been late to school. After a long night of trying to remember every detail of their weekend, he slept through his alarm and finally arrived mid-way through second period. He'd made it to English, but he'd barely listened to the teacher.

All he could think about was Y/N. She was right next to him and he couldn't touch her or anything. How fucking annoying. He kept glancing at her every few seconds, trying to memorise the way her nose looked, the way her hair looked. She tried to focus on the lesson, but she kept stealing looks at Eddie as well.

When Mr. Farell turned his back, Eddie passed her a note that read, 'Skip 3rd with me? Pretty pls?' To which she responded with a wink and a thumbs up. She had gym next. That's skippable.

What did they spend third period doing? Making out in his van, of course. The moment after he slid the side door closed, he took her head in his hands and kissed her, deep and passionate. It was hot and desperate, a craving that he couldn't contain. "Hello to you too," she joked breathlessly, wrapping her arms around his neck as he pulled her tight against him.

"Hi, princess." She went weak in the knees at his voice, loving the way he said it to her, making her feel like the most important person in the world. Then he broke away to look at her. "You look pretty today."

She gave him a coy smile and looked away, trying to hide the fact that her face was on fire. "Thanks. You look pretty good yourself."

Now they had started a new tradition. Every time they had a free period, they'd huddle up in the back of his van and just hang out. Talking. Making out. Helping him with whatever subject he needed help with. Spitballing new ideas for his campaign. It was an hour out of their school day that they'd dedicate to each other.

The only day they didn't do it was on Thursday. On Thursday they had a little argument. Their first.

"I don't see why you've got to study at his house!"

"It's due tomorrow."

"There are such things as libraries."

Sarcastically, she retorted, "Oh, really? I had no idea."

Dragging his hand down his face, Eddie took a deep breath to calm down. He didn't like the fact that they were arguing, but he also knew he was overreacting. He took a quick glance at his watch then looked back at Y/N. She was surveying him carefully and moved in closer to him, her eyes pleading.

"You have nothing to worry about."

"He's called fuckboy Freddie for a reason, Y/N."

"Eddie," she said warningly.

"Okay, fine. He's a slutty little bitch boy who successfully got both Helen and Josie to cheat on their boyfriend's with him. Come on, you've got to see a pattern, sweetheart," he declared, exasperated. What if the moment Freddie tried it on, she'd realise that she could do better than him?

In his mind, Y/N was way out of his league. Freddie was classified as 'cool' by the general population of the school. He was mostly well liked (except by the guys whose girlfriends he'd stolen) and most of the rumours about him were about how much game he got. People listened to what he said. There were no murmurs of devil worship. Or animal sacrifice.

Just a plain, old fashioned lady's man.

Y/N crossed her arms and pursed her lips. "So?"

"So," he continued on, undeterred, "I don't exactly want to be cucked."

"Cucked? Eddie, you haven't even asked me out."

"Fucking grow up, Y/N." Shit, he really hadn't meant to say that. He was just venting.Y/N's eyes flashed and she took a step back from him. Eddie quickly backtracked. "Okay, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to say that. You're right. I'm sorry. Please, don't go. I didn't mean it."

She blankly stared at him, shaking her head and scoffing a little. Eddie lowered his head and groaned, wishing he'd just kept his mouth shut. He looked up at her and she reached out to touch his face, her hand came up to cradle his cheek as she placed a peck on the other side, flatly declaring, "Have fun at Hellfire later. Hope Dustin finds the Hat of Vermin like we planned," and made her way out of the van, closing the door behind her.

"Fuck," he mumbled and dropped his head into his hands. He didn't know why he'd said what he said. He'd been trying to get a reaction out of her, and succeeded in doing just that. He didn't even bother turning up to the rest of his lessons. He had a few deals and Hellfire to do. That would keep his mind off Y/N.

Yeah, cause that worked. Not.

Well, Y/N hated to admit it, but Eddie had been correct. Everything had been going normally at Freddie's house. They had made it through the majority of their project. Nothing had struck her as out of the ordinary.

They were two classmates doing their homework. That was until he inquired, "So, you and Munson, what's going on there?" Y/N had been caught off guard by the question and paused for a moment, staring at him blankly. "Like did he cast some sort of spell thing to get you to hang out with him?"

Chortling, she incredulously exclaimed, "What the fuck are you talking about?"

"Oh, come on, Y/N. He's a loser," he stated, and shifted closer to her as he flirted, "And you are, you know, pretty and cool and great at science." She noticed how the distance between them had gotten smaller and attempted to increase it again, but he was having none of that and continued until she almost fell off the chair she was sitting in.

Awkwardly, she cleared her throat and politely asked, "Hey, do you mind moving over a bit," and somehow he got even closer, so she clarified, "Nope, I meant the other way," but he didn't budge. In the end, she just stood up, announcing in a voice that showed how uncomfortable she truly was, "Jesus Christ, will you stop doing that? I meant the other way."

Leaving may be a good idea. Yet, if she left, she'd have to finish the work all by herself and that meant that Freddie would end up getting a good grade for doing half of the work. That's not happening on her watch.

"My bad," was all he replied with a slight grin, and just like that, the distance between them was fixed. Y/N glared at him as she sat back down, but eventually, she just dropped it and returned to her work.

And, it was fine for a while.

When they finally got it done, she dropped her pen and cheered, "Thank God, we're free!" She expected a similar display of vocal happiness that they'd completed the task from Freddie. No. That expectation flew straight out the window as soon as she felt his hand on her jaw, tilting it so she'd be face to face with him.

The moment she realised what he was about to do, she leaped to her feet and slapped at his hand. "What the fuck are you doing?"

"Hey, come on," he said, sounding disappointed and a little hurt. He was upset that she'd pushed him away. Or, perhaps, he was upset that she hadn't enjoyed his affections. "I was just going to kiss you," he stated, almost as an afterthought.

"No," she firmly stated, shaking her head. "Do not do that."

"Come on, don't be such a prude."

"Fuck you, asshole."

"I'm an asshole?" he said, getting up from his seat as well. He didn't go over to her. He didn't touch her. He didn't even raise his voice.

Yet, Y/N felt herself stepping back as she was overwhelmed with the urge to keep moving backwards, grabbing her bag as she retreated. Hitting the door with her back, she sighed and reached for the handle, tiredly rolling her eyes as she got out and closed the door behind her, cursing, "Shit, I'm not getting into another stupid argument today. Fuck you. I hope we never are paired together again. Bye, you absolute fuckboy."

Friday was just as eventful. Eddie was late, yet again. He didn't want to face first period English, or Y/N. When he did finally arrive, he hid out in the woods behind the school. Y/N would know to look for him there if she wanted to talk to him. Actually, almost everyone in school knew that's where he'd probably be.

Including Freddie, who sauntered into the clearing, and Eddie immediately noticed him. He was annoyed to see him, but couldn't really do anything about it. "What are you doing here, Thompson?" he asked casually as he sat on the table part of the picnic table.

"I thought I'd come say hi." He sounded bored, but that was just his act. He was anything but. Freddie was ready to stir some shit. "How are you doing anyway?"

Awfully friendly from a guy he didn't know very well. Eddie was rightfully suspicious as he responded, "Just peachy. Why?"

"Oh. She didn't tell you?"

"Tell me what?" He knew 'she' was Y/N.

"About our little project." Yup, confirmed. A smug little smile appeared on Freddie's face, He was enjoying this. He enjoyed it even more when he saw Eddie's face as he lied, "Do you know where Y/N is? I need to give her back her underwear."

"Oh, I get it," Eddie laughed to hide his feelings and rolled his eyes, rising to his feet and stalking away.

Walking away from the confrontation was not what Freddie expected Eddie to do. After hearing all the chatter about how 'insane' he is, Freddie came to release the 'mad dog', only to find a kicked puppy. But, everyone has their breaking point. "Yeah, you get it. You get it. I get it," he continued, casually. "Maybe more guys get it too, who knows?"

His voice echoed through the silent woods as he insulted Y/N. Eddie came to a halt. "Couldn't get the taste of her out of my mouth. Got any tips?"

Yeah, there was no way Y/N would ever fuck this guy.

Eddie grabbed Freddie by his collar and slammed him against a tree. "You know there's the rumour that we sacrifice chickens in Hellfire? Well, let's just say, maybe something bigger might satisfy our lord for a little longer," he falsely warned, playing into the satanism shit before releasing him and walking away. Freddie watched him go with a mixture of satisfaction and disappointment.

Before he was out of view, Eddie yelled back, "And that taste was my fucking cum, you cunt!"

After that interaction, Freddie was sure to spread even more shit. By lunch, a couple of rumours had spread. And Y/N found out as she sat with her friends. Tia and Kate were giving her a strange look, as if they knew something she didn't. She didn't like that feeling. She didn't like the feeling of all the eyes that were on her.

People were staring. A lot of people were staring. She was used to Eddie's staring, but this was different, so she leant closer to Mary and quietly asked, "Am I missing something?"

"Y...you don't know?"

"What?"

"People know," Kate whispered in her ear. "People know about you and the freak."

That's it? All of the disgusted glares because she was sort of dating Eddie?

Shrugging, Y/N responded, "Oh, that was bound to get out at some point," then she saw her friend's shocked faces and realised there was more to it than that. The rumour wasn't that they were together. She assumed that people already knew that on account of how much they hung out, or how she very frequently had to slap his hand off her ass when they were in public. "What's being said about me and Eddie?"

"He's been sacrificing chickens to Lucifer." This came from Tia, who looked absolutely horrified as she said it. "And because he's secretly gay, you let him fuck you up the ass to satisfy his homosexual urges."

Oh shit. Y/N let out a cackle. A real one that was equal parts humorous and insane. "That's a good one, Tee. Come on, what's the real one?" Silence. That was the real one. "People don't believe this, do they?"

Mary let out a disgusted sigh. "Are you kidding? There's a handful of people that think you're some sort of devil sodomise-ee." Y/N's jaw dropped. They all stared at her, saying nothing and looking at her like she had two heads or something.

That's when the source of the problem approached the table with a slimey, "Hey, lab partner."

Of course it was him. Y/N put the pieces together and let out a huff. Freddie smiled at her, probably expecting some sort of reaction. Instead, she looked away from him, not wishing to give him the satisfaction. Her new eyeline was directly facing the Hellfire table. Eddie wasn't sat in his usual seat.

Scanning the cafeteria, she found him in no time. He was walking directly towards Freddie. His usual goofy demeanour was gone. Just by the look on his face, she could tell he was going to do something that was bound to get him expelled, so she hurried to her feet and pushed past Freddie.

Meeting Eddie on his war path, she grabbed his arm and tugged him away from prying eyes, preventing him from causing even more of a scene.

"Calm down, you fucking idiot." She stared into his angry eyes. His face was a mask of pure, unadulterated rage that slipped the moment she spoke. "Whatever you planned to do to him, he deserved it," she continued, stroking his face, her voice softer as she jeered, "But, he's not worth having to repeat senior year again."

He let out a chuckle, all of his anger subsiding as he turned his head and kissed the palm of her hand. "I didn't have a plan," he admitted, before letting out a sigh and joking, "But I will have you know that I am very good at improvising." Her gaze dropped to his lips, so he pulled her closer and continued, "Earlier I threatened to sacrifice him to Satan as I pinned him against a tree. Defending your honour from the gross, sleazy hobgoblin twas the manliest thing I think I've ever done."

Y/N let out a laugh and shook her head. "Thank you, my brave paladin," she cooed as she planted a kiss on his lips, and he returned it willingly.

One of his hands found its way to the back pocket of her jeans as he clarified, "I'm more of a bard, actually."

"Shut up and kiss me again, freak." He couldn't turn down an offer like that. Never could. Never will. A small part of her wished she could stay that way, just kissing him forever.

Like always, that wasn't possible as Mrs. Patrick walked past the door of the empty classroom Y/N had pulled Eddie into and knocked on the glass, ordering, "Mr. Munson, that is hardly appropriate on school grounds."

"Oh, fuck off."

It slipped past Y/N's lips. She immediately clamped her hand over her mouth, mortified that she would be that rude to someone who was just doing their job, let alone one that was a teacher that she had to pass by every day. But Mrs. Patrick's sour, disapproving face was a reminder of why she did it. Eddie chuckled, leaning in so he could whisper in her ear, "Ooh, you're going to get it."

Mrs. Patrick burst through the door, her expression a mix of horror and rage. "Miss. L/N," she yelled, pointing a shaky finger at her. "That is not the kind language you use in this school. Mr. Munson is a bad influence on you. I will not have this level of disrespect go unpunished. Detention. For the rest of the week," she finished, before stomping from the room.

Just like he always did, as soon as her back was turned, Eddie stuck his middle finger up at her. Unfortunately for him, she looked in the window and saw his reflection. "And the same to you, Mr. Munson."

Y/N laughed, her face breaking into a wide smile as she leaned into Eddie. When Mrs. Patrick could no longer hear them, Y/N pointed out, "I don't think she realises it's Friday."

Detention was short as they explained why they were there to the staff member running it and they responded with, "Oh, yeah, Cathleen is a bitch. Go early, I don't care," so they did. Eddie followed Y/N's car to her house and excitedly carried her through the door when they arrived. Her parents weren't home yet. Her mother had taken her dog to the vet. Her father was at work.

They were home alone.

"Mr. Munson is a bad influence on you," Y/N impersonated as she pulled Eddie by the shirt into her bedroom. He let out a laugh before shushing her.

"Do you hear that?" he asked, his hand cupping her ear as he leaned in close. "That's the sodomy rumours growing tenfold as we speak." She rolled her eyes and pushed him away, but he clung on and started peppering kisses to her neck, teasing, "Imagine what happens when Mrs. Patrick hears about that. I'd be real careful if I were you, that's all I'm saying. She'll be so disappointed."

Putting on her best Cathleen Patrick impression again, Y/N playfully chastised, "Mr. Munson, how dare you try to fuck Miss. L/N in the ass. I don't care that it's in the name of Beelzebub. It's not very appropriate, is it?!"

"Jesus, Y/N. I'm the bad influence on you?" he laughed, thoroughly enjoying her little performance. She swatted his arm and pushed him onto the bed, sitting on his chest as she straddled him. "You know what they say," he began, his hands resting on her hips as he looked into her eyes.

"Oh yeah? What do 'they' say, baby? When in Rome, do as the Romans do?"

Before she said that, he had no idea where he was going with this conversation, then she gave him an idea. He pinched her ass and declared, "And when in Y/N, do as Y/N does."

She guffawed at him as she leaned down and gave him a long, slow kiss. He returned it and wrapped his arms around her to deepen it. When she finally pulled away, she smiled coyly and inquired, "And what does Y/N do?"

He grinned like an idiot as he replied, "Y/N usually does me."

That was true. Well technically, they do each other, but same difference. "Oh really?" she taunted, raising an eyebrow. He nodded, the grin falling from his face and being replaced with a goofy, lust-filled stare. "And you trust this Y/N, Mr. Munson?" she asked slowly, grinding down on his lap.

"Trust her with my life," he replied, his hands gripping her tightly and moving her against him, intent on answering her with a whole lot more than a simple yes. She looked into his eyes and saw the sincerity in them. He was telling her the truth. Honestly, it was mostly horniness that she saw, but still, he confessed, "I'm sorry about yesterday. And today, I guess."

"No, you don't have to apologise. We both made mistakes," she said, sitting up and moving off him to remove their clothes, starting with his trainers. He didn't respond, only stared at her expectantly as she continued to undress, enjoying the way he watched every part of her, his hungry gaze never wavering as he leant on his elbows.

Soon, both of them were left in their underwear. She gestured for him to sit against the headboard and returned to sitting on him. "I was being naïve. I forgot that most high school boys are assholes," she told him, running her hands through his messy hair while she seductively confirmed, "I should've listened to my man," and felt his hands caressing her bare thighs as he looked up at her, eyes widening. The way he was reacting to her words were exactly as she'd hoped they'd be.

He was 'her man.'

"You know what the worst part is?" she continued, pushing a strand of hair out of his face and stroking his cheek. "I'm totally in love with you. I have been for a while. Ever since the party, actually. That's when I realised."

Fucking jackpot. "You're in love with me?" He sounded shocked, but couldn't hide the happiness in his voice, either.

"I am." She smiled, pressing her lips to his and running her hands up his bare chest, both physically and vocally teasing him. "You're going to be in love with me, too. Just you wait."

Jokingly, he looked at his watch and declared, "Yeah, according to my calculations, you'll have to wait minus - god, what is it at this point? - five, maybe six months."

All of that time? They were in love with each other for all of that time and didn't do anything about it. And he wasn't some clueless idiot. Eddie Munson is pretty good at reading people. He thought he was amazing, almost perfect, when it came to reading Y/N. Maybe she'd just hidden how she felt really well, much better than he had.

"And since you love me, Miss. L/N, can I ask a favour?"

"Hmm... I'm not sure where this conversation is headed, Mr. Munson."

Lightly pulling her hips up, he got her to hover so he could shimmy down the bed and lie with his head directly under her wettening pussy. His tongue darted out and licked the sensitive folds, eliciting a moan from her. He bit his lip as he waited for his reward.

After the initial shock of his proposal wore off, she relaxed and let him take control, running her hands through his hair as he licked and sucked her intimately. The way he touched her was perfect; gentle but demanding.

When he turned his attention to her clit, she cried out and arched her back, rocking against his face, his hands on her waist guiding her for what pace he wanted to set. Pleasure spiralled through her as he relentlessly worked her, making sure to pay attention to her every whim, every desire, every need.

"Ah, baby, you look so pretty like this," she breathed, eyes fluttering as she bit down on her lip and tried to keep herself from crying out. Eddie upped his pace as she started to get restless, rubbing his nose against her clit and teasing her, his fingers playing along her folds while his mouth and all the turned on noises it made drove her wild. He started jolting her hips faster and faster, and added another finger, torturing her with a combination of sensation.

Her orgasm hit like a bolt of lightning, splitting her in two. She cried out his name, her back arching as she clutched his fingers in a vice-like grip. He kept rubbing her until her eyes were closed and her body stopped its convulsions.

Just when she thought she was about to come down from it, he started again, and in a moment, she felt her whole body tingling, vibrating, getting ready for another powerful climax. When it hit, it was even stronger than before, and she was left panting on top of him. He kept his hands on her, pinning her down on his tongue so he could get every drop he could.

"What the fuck was that, Eds?" She couldn't find the right words to say as she looked down at his face.

"Part two of my apology."

"Yeah, I fucking forgive you." He chuckled, releasing her and lifting her hips so he could slide out from underneath her and sat back in his original place. "Okay, my apology now."

Not waiting for him to realise what she'd said, she brought her lips to his neck, biting slightly before gradually moving down, kissing and licking all the way down his body until she landed at his hip. He reached down to cradle her head, letting his fingers slide through her hair as he pulled her head up so they made eye contact.

"Do you want me to show you how sorry I am?" she asked seductively, moving her face between his legs. She wickedly grinned, nipping at his inner thigh, watching as nodded so enthusiastically. Eddie's heart pounded as he witnessed her taking him into her mouth, and his hand tightened its grip on her hair causing her to moan around him. He didn't have to ask her what she wanted.

"Show me how sorry you are, princess."

She moved up and down his erection, making him gasp and squirm, before taking him deep in her throat. His eyes rolled back into his head, and he dug his nails into her scalp as he felt her say, "Fuck my throat, pretty boy."

"So hot, so fucking hot," he managed to gasp out, causing her to giggle and pick up the pace, making Eddie's hips buck up into her. The way she was taking him deep into her throat was driving him insane. Her hand roughly moved against the parts of his cock that was too big for her mouth to take all of, and made him crazy with pleasure. He was pulling her head up and down his shaft as his hips started moving faster, following her movements.

"That's it, sweetheart. Make me come," he panted, which only increased when she moaned around only the head, teasing him for a moment and making him whine. When he least expected it, she hollowed cheeks and took him deeper than before. "You're so fucking good to me, good girl."

Looking up at him, she smiled devilishly, bringing her hands up to cradle his ass cheeks. His whole body tensed up as he came, pushing himself into her greedy mouth, making him groan. When he was done, she took him out of her mouth, having swallowed, and licked his tip, smiling as she watched him shudder and relax.

Placing her elbow on his thigh, she traced lazy circles into his hip with her hand, enjoying his momentary stillness. His body was covered in a sheath of sweat, and when he opened his eyes, she winked at him. He ran his fingers through her hair and down her cheek, his touch so possessive it made her heart flutter. He ran his thumb along her bottom lip, and she leaned into his touch, closing her eyes and savouring his warmth and presence.

Yeah, she'd given him enough time. She walked her fingers from his hip back to his cock, slowly pumping him as she teased, "Oh, you thought we were finished?" Eddie's eyes widened as she squeezed his cock, moving her fingers up and down to make him hard again.

"Fuck, baby, look at you," she beamed. He whimpered as she started shifted upwards and kissed him, rubbing her breasts on his chest as she continued to pump his cock. She bit his bottom lip, groaning as she felt his hands move to rest on her sides, so she stopped jerking him off and prepared to sink onto him. She dropped down, letting her body mould to his, resting her full weight on him as he grabbed her ass, holding her still for a moment before she started bouncing.

"Jesus, you feel so good, princess. I love you," he panted, moving up to kiss her, holding her close, his skin slick with her juices as she leaned into his kiss.

Every time he bottomed out, she dug her nails into his back, making him let out a series of low, satisfied groans, encouraging her to pick up the pace.

Lost completely in him, she bounced down up at him as started running her hands through his hair, reveling in the feel of his skin against her breasts, the stubble on his chin, the feel of his lips on hers, the way she fucked down so hard and fast, it'd left them both breathless, their bodies drenched in sweat, and their hearts pounding in their chests.

Frankly, she didn't even know how long they were like that, lost in each other's arms, sweaty, panting, and loud. She didn't care. She never wanted the moment to end even though she'd admit she was getting tired.

Eddie could tell that too and pulled her down abdomen, bringing her flush with his body as he suggested, "Let me take over the work," and waited for her to ground herself by wrapping her arm around the back of his neck, her whines right by his ear as he thrusted up into her, vigorously sliding her on his cock. She moaned and bit his ear, making him let out a yelp, bringing his hands to clutch her hips as he set a pace that was frantic and rough.

He moved to grab her ass cheek, giving it a slap before making her grind down on his cock, and she squeezed her inner muscles as they clenched around him, making him let out a pleased grunt.

"Oh yeah, you like that, princess?" he panted, his whole body shaking as he kept going. His whole body felt like it was on fire, and he was too distracted to even care that he knew for a fact that she'd scratched his back up as he worked her over.

"Fuck, gonna... Eddie!" she managed to cry, her eyes tearing as she spasmed around him, rocking her ass back and forth on him as he kept up the pace, trying his best to get every last drop of arousal out of her. "I love you," she added in a small voice, and he continued to move her on his slick cock until he came, his eyes rolling back into his head, going completely blank as he forgot to pull out of her, keeping them locked together.

The orgasm was intense. He smiled at her, lying with her, and let her rest her head on his shoulder for a minute. He brushed her hair out of her face and rested his chin on top of her head, placing a kiss on her temple as he breathed deeply. "I love you too, baby," was all he managed to say.

"We need to get redressed before my parents come home. My dad may actually murder you if he saw this."

Snarkily, he responded, "That's crazy! A father doesn't want to see his little girl with some weird dudes cum leaking out of her?" He paused to add, "Sorry about that by the way."

"Eh, I didn't mind it. You're going to pay dearly if I get pregnant though. I'll kill you myself."

Minutes after they got dressed, the front door opened and her mother yelled, "Y/N, do you know whose van is on the drive?"

Yes. Yes she did. It was now or never. Y/N dragged Eddie downstairs by the hand, and the moment he saw her dog, he quickly sat on the floor, ruffling the mutts furr and cooing at it, completely ignoring the humans, "Look at this cool little guy. Gal? Guy? Nope, definitely a guy."

Yeah, he totally is super scary and intimidating. He got even scarier when he goofily grinned up at Y/N with those sweet teddy bear eyes of his so full of delight. He's a real menace.

Placing her hand on her hip, Y/N's mother gestured to the long haired freak before her and chastised, "You didn't ask to have friends over."

"Sorry. Sorry, I didn't plan to." Y/N gazed down at him and took a deep breath to admit, "Eddie meet my mum. Mum meet Eddie, my boyfriend."

Well, at least it was official now.

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