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eddie munson and tulip hopper: best unconventional friends

synopsis: in which y/n 'tulip' hopper teaches her kids to drive and gets roped into a competition with steve.

disclaimer: this can be read as a standalone, but the character 'tulip' is part of the mini series i may or may not be writing :) there will be other parts to this (they arent connected but yk) also petal is the moms nickname, not her actual name.

warnings: cursing. a lot of it was written by my bbg @farfromharry and also eddie gets called some names. several time skips and eddies d*ath erasure

word count: 15k (my bbg went ham)

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1971

The circumstances under which Y/N Tulip Hopper and Edward ‘Eddie’ Munson were cliche. It was the classic tale of the underdog being bullied by the popular kids when an unlikely hero steps in and puts an end to it. In retellings, the boy is always the one who becomes the savior, and the girl the damsel in distress. But in the story of Y/N and Eddie, it was the opposite. She had been the one to save him from relentless jibes and teasing. Stepping in front of the asshole kids in corduroy overalls and a green undershirt, her hair managed into two different colored scrunchies, and a scowl on her face. To five year old Eddie, she looked like a superhero.

She hadn’t needed to intervene. All Eddie had wanted was some chalk, just to join the kids who were drawing on the scratchy concrete of the playground. But on his way to grab some, he’d been intercepted, George O and George P–with their puppy dog Steve Harrington trailing behind them, had told him trailer park kids like him weren’t allowed to use their fancy chalk.

He had visibly deflated, but upon not wanting to go home with a black eye, he didn’t protest. But she did.

Little Tulip Hopper had stepped in front of him, shielding him from the big mean bullies who had been just, no more than five minutes ago, happily drawing beside her. She made a big threat about how those chalks were hers, bought by her step-dad, and if they didn’t want their parents to find out about their mean ways, then they needed to back off.

At first he was scared she had only made it worse. Despite being five year olds, the more aggressive two of the three sent him looks of fury, ones that would scare a grown man, he thought, (realistically, no they wouldn’t, but they had Eddie trembling in his worn down Converse.) But then they actually backed off, apologized to her and not him–but he didn’t care about that– and then left. He was amazed at her power.

With all that just happened, too much for his small brain, he took a seat on the ground, staring up at the little girl in awe still.

Once she was sure the bullies were gone, she turned to him. “Hi,” Eddie blinked, brown eyes staring at the little girl with two buns on her head, “I’m sorry for what those boys did.”

“You’re not gonna do that too, right?” he asked wearily, fearing her assumed meanness. After what he had just witnessed, he was scared she would turn on him too.

“No,” she denied, taking a seat next to him and handing him a piece of green chalk, “I just wanted to tell you that I’ll totally steal their desserts. I know what their lunchboxes look like.”

“Are they your friends?” Eddie asked, taking it from her.

“Not mine,” she sighed, “but I hang out with them because my family knows their families. They suck.”

“Oh,” was his response. He looked down at the chalk drawing he was absentmindedly coloring in, “does your family suck?”

Y/N let out a breath, shaking her head and cringing at the flower she thought she was doodling. “No, my mommy’s really nice, and my step-dads pretty cool. But not everyone in our neighborhood is like that.”

“Oh,” was his response. His uncle had warned him about getting caught up with the rich folk of Hawkins–they had so much control and power over the small town and if he were to get accused of something by them…well, they couldn’t afford to dispute it. And the little girl next to him was definitely affluent, if the nice shoes on her feet and prim clothes on her person were any indication.

“What’s your name?” she asked, looking at him with wide eyes, curiosity swimming in the irises.

“Eddie,” he stuttered. He flinched when she thrust her hand out, giving him a gapped-tooth smile.

“I’m Y/N,” she introduced, taking his hand in hers, “but you can call me Tulip.”

“That’s a weird name,” Eddie panicked when he saw her frown. He had said the wrong thing. And any potential of making a friend would be wasted, all because he spoke before he could think.

In her hand she held a chocolate ding dong, offering it to him with a mischievous smile. Eddie was reluctant to take it, but Y/N was persistent, going as far as to shoving it in his hands. The two sat in silence, relishing in the privacy being distanced from the other kids on the playground granted them. Eddie wasn’t good at making friends. He’d been labeled an outcast for things outside of his control, like being all but an orphan and living in a trailer park. He didn’t mind either of those things, but the rich kids liked to scrutinize him for it. So, he did what any other socially awkward kid would do and faked a heart attack. It would either make the little girl next to him laugh OR it would make her never want to speak to him again.

“Are you done?” she asked after a couple minutes of his dramatic display, “I didn’t poison your ding dong, you ding dong.”

Eddie let out a rebellious chuckle, and from the corner of his eye, he could see the crooked smile on her face. His laughter died down when he caught sight of her chalk drawing, confusion evident on his face with a little bit of horror. It just didn’t look right.

“What is that supposed to be?” he asked her, genuinely wondering. Y/N closed her eyes and snorted.

“Well, I started doing a flower, a periwinkle, but then I realized it looked nothing like it,” she grimaced, “so I tried to fix it by making it into a bird. Obviously it didn’t work if you’re asking me what it is.”

“I say this as nicely as I can,” he started, eyes locked on the atrocity decorating the pavement, “but you’re not very good at drawing. Like, at all.”

Y/N pouted, “I thought it looked pretty decent.”

“Yeah,” he couldn’t help but chuckle, “if you close your eyes.”

The little girl laughed, secretly agreeing with him. Despite her mom's many attempts to get her to ‘unleash her artistic side’ Y/N was not the best artist. She doubted she had any artistic blood in her body. And even if she did, it wouldn’t have been anything like the little boys’ talent. But of course, she was petulant. She was not about to tell the little boy she admired his drawing skills.

“Well, what’s yours supposed to be?” It was obvious, but she was bitter.

Eddie only stared at her, wondering if she was being ignorant on purpose or if she was being genuine. “It’s a dog.” To him it was blatantly clear, whether that was because he had drawn it, or because he just had some artistic ability. He didn’t know what she was–or wasn’t, he guessed, seeing.

She was grumbling under her breath, mocking him, “It’s a dog,” she muttered. He was finding it extremely amusing that she was taking his prior comment so personally. So, she wasn’t a Da Vinci when it came to chalk drawings. They were pushing six, she had time to improve if she was that desperate.

He wasn’t trying to hurt her feelings, that wasn’t his intention at all, and he was scared he might have. Wayne had told him before that he wasn’t the greatest when it came to socializing, and he often said things that wounded others. Usually he tried to get around apologizing for it by lightening the mood. A little joking around never caused more damage, right?

“You’re just jealous,” he teased, nudging her ever so lightly with his elbow.

She huffed, trying to hide the smile that she so desperately wanted to show to him. “Am not. My blind Uncle could draw better than you.”

As the two laughed loudly in the secluded area of the playground to their own teasing, they both realized they had just made a friend. Neither of them knew just how important they would come to be to one another, or how time together would become cherished as they got older. But the day Tulip Hopper saved Eddie Munson from a trio of rich bullies, was the day they became lifelong best pals.

1971

The very day Eddie met his best friend, he was eager to tell anyone who would listen. Right as he got home he pestered his mother to listen, but as usual she didn’t care. She mindlessly hummed along as he went on a long, exuberant kid rant, however not a single bit of information was heard. She didn’t care if he'd made a friend, or he was happy–he’d have to tell someone that was actually concerned about him. So, he waited until the next time Wayne came over.

His foot was barely in the house before Eddie was basically tackling him. “Uncle Wayne, guess what!”

The child-like excitement filled his heart with joy. It didn’t matter that he’d had a long day, a bad one, his nephew was dying to tell himself and he would be damned if he didn’t listen to every word. “What, big guy?”

“I made a friend today! Well, she saved me from some bullies. She’s so cool.” He was happy to hear that. It wasn’t news to him that Eddie had had a difficult start to his schooling years, always coming home with bruises or scrapes from various fights he’d gotten into. Though he claimed he never started them. This was possibly his first friend, Wayne wanted to hear all about her.

He planned to take him to the couch at first, but then he caught sight of the woman he called his sister-in-law and took a detour to Eddie’s room instead. It was safe to say he didn’t get along with Judy Munson, even if she had given him the person he loved most in the world.

The kid’s room was small, but it was his own space, filled with various things Wayne had purchased when he had the extra money, or stuff he found around the trailer park– sometimes even in the woods. It was cool, screamed Eddie right from when you stepped in. It was the boy’s safespace, the place he could hide out when his parents were being strange.

“So, tell me all about her.”

That quick sentence had the boy delving into a detailed, overdramatic and wild story about how she saved him. He even compared her to Superman at one point– then changed his mind and decided she was more like Batman. She did sound pretty perfect from what the older man was hearing and he was over the moon the kid finally had someone to look out for him when he wasn’t around. It helped him relax a bit. Usually when he was sent off to school, Wayne had to wait and see what kind of injury he would return with, but now that would no longer be the case. “What’s her name?”

“Tulip– Well, she told me to call her Tulip. Her actual name is Y/N Hopper,” he explained. The man paused. Back in high school he had known a Hopper, Jim to be exact. They weren’t close, he was a year or so older, left for Vietnam as soon as he graduated. But his girlfriend, his girlfriend was the one that always caught Wayne’s eye.

Just like Hop, she was older, popular, a complete spectacle to someone like him. She was way out of his league, even if she was single at all in high school– which Jim made sure she wasn’t– he wouldn’t have stood a chance. Now, he didn’t know entirely what occurred with them after they graduated, he tried to stop thinking about her when that happened. So, he didn’t know if they’d wound up having a kid together, but he did know that now Petal was some fancy, rich lawyer. All while Jim was working his way up to Chief of police. He couldn’t imagine anything good could come from the trailer park boy sniffing around some Hawkins, rich girl, princess. “I knew a Hopper, back in high school. Wonder if that’s her dad.”

The look on the kid’s face was not one that was amused. “I don’t know, but Uncle Wayne, stop interrupting.”

With a quick apology, he didn’t open his mouth again the entire time the little boy was talking. There was a stupid grin on his face as he listened though. He just loved the way his eyes lit up. Not a single part of him understood how the woman Eddie called his mother couldn’t care to look at him when he got like this.

It was casually thrown in there at some point that Tulip had asked Eddie to come over to meet her mother, so now that was another thing on Wayne’s mind that made him nervous. It wasn’t like his brother or sister-in-law would take him to such a thing. They didn't care if he had friends or not.

The first time Wayne was supposed to meet Tulip Hopper, he was scared to death. He felt like he was holding his breath the entire time. He had asked around a little at work, found out she was in fact Jim Hopper’s kid with Petal, though the two weren’t together now. He wondered if either of them even remembered him. Back in high school he was quiet, didn’t have a lot of friends, but he got through by not being noticed.

The plan was that he take Eddie over to the large house on the other side of Hawkins, the side of the city where only the rich lived. It was a little horrifying, considering someone like him was treated like shit by those exact people. There was a fear in him that his nephew would end up being treated the same way, and his little heart would break. Wayne didn’t know if he could stand that. Sure they could ridicule him all they wanted, he was a grown man he could take it, but not his innocent five year old boy–he’d had enough hurt already.

His truck certainly didn’t fit in with the fancy cars around, he stuck out like a sore thumb and he hated it. But he was doing this for Eddie. Who, speaking of, was pretty much bouncing in his seat.

The house was just as enormous as he expected. He had never seen a home so big, barely even a building so large despite something like the school. He made Eddie hold his hand during the trip from the car to the front door, even though it was only a short distance, he didn’t like the thought of being in a place like this where they were definitely unwelcome.

As he knocked, Eddie couldn’t stop telling his uncle that he was going to positively adore his new best friend. Wayne hoped he would too, if not he was going to be very torn about what to do. In his head he was praying she wasn’t going to be a snobby little girl, that she truly was as kind as Eddie had said and he wasn’t just being naive.

The red colored door was pulled open to a familiar face. The sight of Petal standing in front of him, not looking like she’d changed a bit in the last seven years, felt like a dream. He wasn’t honestly entirely convinced he wasn’t dreaming. He would have to pinch himself when he got back in his truck. “Hi, you must be Eddie.”

He nodded, his hair which was getting far too long, bobbing with him. Like the little gentleman he was, he held out his hand for the woman to shake. With a quiet huff of amusement, she took it, greeting him like ‘proper adults do’ as he said. When Tulip caught sight of Eddie, she was instantly dragging him away from the adults, insisting they had things to do. Petal just laughed, a sound the man opposite her loved to hear. At that very moment, she decided she would do anything for that little boy. Whereas Wayne couldn’t get an opinion on Tulip considering she hadn’t stayed long.

“You can come and get him in a few hours. Or I can drop him off for you, if you’d like.”

Immediately he shook his head. Someone like Petal would surely start to think less of him and less of her daughter’s friend if she saw where they lived. For Eddie’s sake, he wanted to keep that a secret as long as possible. “I-I can get him, don’t worry.”

She nodded. “Yeah that sounds good…” she trailed off as she waited for him to give her his name, though what he said next hadn’t been what she was expecting at all.

“I don’t know if you remember,” he chuckled, feeling shy to admit to her that he knew her from way back when. “We actually went to high school together. I think we talked a couple times.”

Her brows furrowed, just as he expected. He was embarrassed now, of course she wouldn’t remember someone as plain and boring as him. “We did?”

“You really don’t remember?”

She shook her head. “Sorry. I-”

He was quick to let her know it wasn’t that big of a deal, waving his hands to brush it off like some crazy person. “I wouldn’t remember me either. It’s okay.” It looked like she wanted to, Petal had never been mean to him, or anyone really, so he couldn’t imagine she was being this way on purpose. “This one time, you had a fight with Hopper, right before graduation, I think. You ran into me in the woods, we talked, you cried. It was weirdly nice.”

A sudden look of realization crossed her features, one that made his heart skip a beat. “I do remember. How could I forget you, Wayne Munson?” He hadn’t expected his name to come out of her mouth, not without him having to introduce himself. “You were doing drugs, offered me a blunt, and I said no,” she recalled. “I didn’t tell you, but I thought I was pregnant. That’s why I said no–turns out I was.” She laughed to herself. She definitely was pregnant then if she now had a five year old running around with his nephew.

“You looked so different back then,” she added. His cheeks were flushing much against his will. All he could think was that she noticed him, and she carried that memory with her all these years later.

He hummed. “Well, my hair was buzzed. Certainly looked a lot younger considering I wasn’t taking care of that kid in there.”

At the mention of Eddie, she seemed confused and like she wanted to ask something. A couple of times she opened her mouth, but would close it again a second or so later when nothing came out. Until eventually, she went for it. “Is he yours?” She was only asking because never once had seen him with a woman–not that she was paying around the clock attention to him.

“No, uh, he’s my brother’s kid. But he’s a deadbeat, mom’s no better,” he shrugged. Those words made Petal sad. Her encounter with Eddie had only been short, but he seemed sweet. If he was anything like Wayne, then he probably was. She didn’t think the kid deserved such a lack of love in his life, definitely not from his own parents of all people.

“Well, old friend, he’s welcome here any time.”

At the mention of him, he seemed to come running, confused why his uncle was still hovering by the front door. Surely he should have left like, hours ago, even if it’d only actually been minutes since they had arrived. “What are you still doing here?” he asked, not in a rude way, just curious.

He couldn’t even explain himself, his blush coming back in full force as he looked between the young mother and the kid. With the smile on her face, he was convinced she knew exactly why he was still there. But she let him keep his pride.

March 1972

It wasn’t often that Eddie went hungry at school, but when he did, he knew to keep quiet about it. His uncle was the sole provider in their trailer, and sometimes, keeping the lights on and the air on took priority. He needed shoes and clothes that weren’t holey and too small for him more than he did a small lunch. His dad was too busy committing petty crimes to care about his son and his well-being.

Usually, it was fine, no one asked or noticed really. It was easy to sneak it past teachers and your peers that you weren’t having lunch sometimes four or five days a week, when they didn’t care all that much that you were even there. No one tended to notice Eddie Munson. But Tulip did, she was observant. He was her best friend, the person she paid the most attention to in the world. So, when he abruptly stopped bringing his lunchbox to school one spring day, she asked him about it. Her mother had raised her to be the type of person who held concern for others; Eating in front of him when he had nothing, made her feel bad.

“Where’s your lunch?” Y/N asked, biting into half of her sandwich. Eddie blinked, trying to come up with a lie Y/N wouldn’t be able to see through.

“I left it in the classroom.” He lied, “my lunchbox. I left it in the classroom.”

That was how Y/N knew he wasn’t being truthful. When Eddie lied, he tended to repeat himself more than he should have. Y/N narrowed her eyes, unbelieving of him before passing him the other slice of her sandwich. Eddie refused, not wanting to admit that he was hungry.

“Take it, Eddie,” she demanded, “I’ll pretend to believe you if you do.”

So he did. And in his hunger, it was the best damn sandwich he’d ever eaten. He could never tell Tulip Hopper how grateful he was for her generosity at that moment.

The very next day, he was surprised that she’d remembered. Everything flashed by as normal throughout the morning, their usual classes and conversations– Nothing felt different. But when lunch rolled around, it seemed as though the girl had already thought ahead. Carrying not only her lunch, but another alongside it.

“Here,” Y/N said, stretching out her hand and the metal lunchbox she had. He looked at it wearily before taking it at her insistence. She looked satisfied. “Good, now my mom can rest happy. She was worried about you.”

Those words echoed in his head. She was worried about him. He wasn’t mad that Tulip had told her mom, he knew she told her pretty much everything– they were close like that. But that didn’t prevent the looming dread that something as serious as being unable to feed a child could get him taken away from Wayne. That was only if her mom said something though. In the back of his brain, where the logical part was buried, he knew Petal wouldn’t do that. She may be a powerful woman, but she was caring and understanding all the same.

As the two took seats on the usual bench they ate at, under the large oak tree, he was tentative to dig in. Tulip let him do his own thing, eager to start on her own food as soon as she could. When he did finally push all the overbearing thoughts out of the front of his mind, he lifted the lid of the new Scooby-doo lunchbox, and caught sight of a piece of paper placed delicately over the top of his sandwich. With a confused glance to the little girl opposite him, who wasn’t paying attention– just happily swinging her legs and munching on her peanut butter and jelly sandwich, he picked it up to read.

Hi!

I hope you don’t mind, but I wanted to pack you lunch today–I fear I made too much for Tulip :(. Don’t tell her, but she doesn’t appreciate my cooking. She always brings back leftovers. I also wanted you to have the lunchbox, Tulip didn’t want it (again, why is my daughter so unappreciative?) Anyway, Teddy, have a great day, and please, make sure Tulip doesn’t get in trouble. I can’t have another call from the school.

Love you loads.

Mrs Petal.

Ever so lightly he traced the shiny, smiley face sticker that was placed in the right hand corner. It did its job of bringing a smile to his face, one that Tulip got curious and asked him about. “What did she do this time?” She emphasized her words with a small eye roll, like she was embarrassed that her sweetheart mother had put so much effort into her friend’s lunch.

He held up the colored paper for her to see, “She gave me a sticker.”

Tulip had never seen someone get so excited over a simple piece of laminated, sticky paper. But seeing the way Eddie’s eyes sparkled, made her envious that she hadn’t gotten one. There was the possibility that her mother forgot, or maybe it was intentional that she didn’t put one on there. Either way, it upset her a little. “She didn’t give me a sticker,” she grumbled, crossing her arms over her chest as a frown spread across her face.

“‘Cause I’m better than you,” he stated. This was the Eddie she knew, not the one who had been too shy and embarrassed to come out of his shell the past couple days. It all stemmed back to his nightmare that he would be taken away from the only relative of his that had ever cared to try for him. To love him. But he was confident now that Tulip’s mother would never allow such a thing.

Tulip scoffed, but she couldn’t fight the grin creeping onto her face to replace her grumpy frown. “You wish, Munson.” Just like that, her best friend was back.

Both the notes and the lunches continued as time went on. His gratitude was still impossible to express. Every day he watched Tulip go home with that Scooby-doo lunch box and a poorly scribbled ‘Thank you :)’ from him on some random scrap of paper he found (or on the back of Tulip’s note from her mom, while his was tucked safely away in his pocket.) Then she would return the next morning with it refilled.

He was always excited to see what Petal had to say. Sometimes it could be the highlight of his day, though he would never admit that out loud for the sake of hurting Wayne’s feelings. He didn’t have time to do stuff like that for the boy, although he would like to, he didn’t need to be reminded that he was slacking in the affection department.

Like every other day for the past couple weeks, when the pair of kids sat down on their regular bench, he was practically bouncing in his seat to read what she wrote.

Good day!

I was thinking about you last night–we went to see Psycho and it made me think of you. Tully was telling me that you liked it. We can make a day out of it this weekend if you like. Anyway, dear, enjoy this beautiful day. I’ll see you when you get home. Remember you are going to change the world.

I love you so much.

Mom.

“Lippy,” he called after reading the note. His best friend turned to him, raised eyebrows asking him what he wanted. His brow was drawn tight together as he outstretched his hand her way. “I think this is yours.”

She looked at the green notecard in his hand before lifting her pale yellow one, “nope. This one’s mine. That one’s yours.”

“But it says ‘I love you so much. Mom.’” He quoted.

Y/N sighed, shaking her head slightly. “Um, mine always just say ‘mom’ so I guess my mom adopted you too. You can’t really fight it, just accept it.” It’s not like he wanted to. Eddie had always been envious about Y/N’s mom and the relationship the two had. He had never had one with his mom, unable to bond before she left recently. Judy Munson preferred cigarettes and alcohol to her son. But Y/N’s mom was always there for her daughter, laughing at inside jokes and buying her whatever she wanted. He had always yearned for that, and now he got it.

Though he was positive it was different when it was your own mother, and he would have loved it to have been the woman that gave birth to him. Motherly love was motherly love, it didn’t matter which mom you got it from. Petal was more than happy to share her love around; there was plenty for all the kids that needed some. “Oh.”

He didn’t know what else to say at first, so he just didn’t. In his eyes it was better to ask his questions once he had thought them through, or at least processed the information first. Tulip’s mom loved him like her own kid, that was crazy. If only Judy Munson could see him now, loved by a mother that wasn’t even his. It made him feel wanted in a way she never had, a way that only his Uncle had before.

While he took it all in, he dug into the food she had provided for him. Another little thing she tended to do was give the kids different lunches day by day. On different days of the week she liked to switch it up, or maybe she’d sneak in something they had never tried before, even if it was just an option on the side in case they wanted to add it to their sandwich. For Eddie, that was a lot of stuff. Not having a lot of money and barely any food meant he and Wayne ate blandly pretty much everyday. There wasn’t a lot of choice, and he was okay with that–he understood, but it was nice finding new foods he liked.

Today's new food was pickles. The green vegetable seemed intimidating at first, with the strong smell and intense color. But he was content to give it a shot anyway. Tulip couldn’t say enough good things about them, “they’re my favorite,” she kept reminding him, happily munching away.

Now, Eddie had never known himself to be allergic to anything. He always thought that that was something only a few people had. Never in a million years would he have guessed he was allergic to his best friend's favorite snack. He never had a reason to eat them, they were always just something neither he or his uncle cared for. Besides, they were often too expensive, so they didn’t fall under the category of attainable.

Now here he was, having the unfortunate, and scarring, experience of finding out he couldn’t eat the vegetable without his throat closing up and his skin breaking out in painful, itchy hives. The seven year old was justifiably terrified as his best friend leaped into action to guide him to the nurse’s office. Despite the guilt bubbling in the back of her throat, she pushed down her desire to cry and focused solely on Eddie and the frightening way he was breathing.

Once inside the office, the older woman looked at the child with such pity. Unlike Tulip, the boy wasn’t afraid of letting anyone see when he was upset, and right now there was fear in his chest and tears welling in his eyes.

To him, that woman was a superhero. He didn’t know how to settle a reaction like the one his body was having to the pickles, but she worked her magic as best she could. In no time, his symptoms had certainly relaxed, but not vanished entirely. He could breathe a little better, to the point he no longer thought he was going to die if he wasn’t gasping for air. But he still didn’t really understand what was going on, nor did the scared Tulip holding his hand. All he knew was that he could no longer eat pickles and the nurse insisted he call one of his parents to come get him, which in this case would actually be his beloved Uncle.

He was ever so glad he memorized the number to the plant where he worked.

A teary Eddie held the phone in his slightly puffy red hand, sniffling while it rang. A stranger answered first, being asked by the timid six year old if he could speak to Wayne. After a few minutes his Uncle’s voice filtered through, confused as to why anyone was calling him when he was working. Eddie couldn’t help but feel relief; he was finally going to get a bit of comfort. “Wayne?”

He recognised the voice instantly. “Eddie,” his uncle breathed, “what’s wrong, big guy?”

“I don’t know,” he wheezed, “I can’t breathe. Why can’t I breathe?”

The words sent him into a panic, “What d’you mean, Kid?”

Eddie explained briefly that he’d eaten something and then all of a sudden, thought he was going to die. Not actually exaggerating for once in his very short life. Even though, at first, he was in a panic thinking the child was unsafe, he quickly pieced it together that he must be having an allergic reaction. Wayne’s heart broke in that moment, clenching at the thought of his son nephew scared and crying because of that fear. He knew he wouldn’t be able to leave work, and deep down Eddie knew that too, but he wanted nothing more than to leave for the school and be there to comfort him. But he really couldn’t afford to lose his job. He was already pushing his luck by taking a personal call.

“I’m scared, Wayne,” The older Munson frowned, closing his eyes as he fought back a couple tears at the tone of his voice. How he wished he could be with him. Just to tell him everything was okay.

“I’m sorry, Eds,” and he truly was. Eddie was used to people not being there, mainly the adults in his life, but this time it was different. He knew Wayne wanted to be, would have been in a heartbeat, but it was a sticky situation. The real person he should be mad at was his dad. That man was no doubt passed out on the floor of the trailer, drunk at twelve pm on a Tuesday.

“I know,” the younger boy sniffed, craving the comfort of someone familiar. “It’s okay.”

He shouldn’t have been comforting his uncle, it should’ve been the other way around, but he would do anything for Wayne. Never did he want the man to think Eddie was upset with him or let down. He tried more than anyone else.

Before the call even ended, Tulip took it that it hadn’t gone well, and her chest ached for him. He deserved to have hundreds of relatives ready to drop anything for him, just like she had. She hated how unfair life could be to sweethearts like Eddie Munson. A little boy who just warranted the world.

She began to scheme.

Already in the nurse's office, it was easy to get her attention and whine that the little girl had developed a stomach ache. Eddie was confused as she was fine no less than two minutes ago. Part of him was worried she could be having a reaction too, but the wink she sent his way when the older woman wasn’t looking, told him otherwise.

She used her ruse as a means to phone her mom. She too was at work, in a meeting no less, but that didn’t matter to her the second Tulip told Petal what was going on with Eddie. Not only was the motherly instinct kicking in, but also the guilt at the fact she had been the one to provide him with the pickles. Oh, she felt terrible. If the sad little boy had known the woman walked out of a meeting just to help him, he would have been shocked, but he also understood she could afford to do that.

In no time she was waltzing into the room with urgency. Her eyes scanned the room frantically before they landed on the boy whose skin had become a speckled red shade as a result of the side effects.

“Teddy,” the lawyer breathed, wanting to take him into her arms and make all his woes disappear. She smiled at her daughter. Y/N had dutifully been by his side the moment the symptoms kicked in, allowing him to seek solace in her.

“Mommy,” Eddie cried without thinking. The weight of his words would sink into him later, and he would apologize profusely then. But now. Now he just needed her. (And when he did apologize, she would wave them off with a kiss on his forehead and a promise that she’d always be a mother to him; even if she didn’t have the pleasure of giving him life.)

The mother couldn’t help but take his head in her arms, especially after the title had been uttered from his trembling lips, cradling him to her chest and rubbing his back. She didn’t know that her actions would incite his tears, but it wasn’t long after she had taken him in her arms that he started sobbing. The older woman didn’t mind that her blouse was getting stained or that she was missing work. Her kid needed her, and there was no other place she’d want to be.

“I’m signing him and Y/N out, Lorraine,” she informed, digging into her bag for her pen. The nurse nodded, motioning to the clipboard on her desk and allowing her to do so. When she finished, she turned to her daughter and son. “Tully, I’m gonna go with Teddy to his classroom. Think you’ll be okay going to yours?”

Her daughter nodded, running off in the direction of her classroom to grab her stuff. Petal knew Eddie wouldn’t ask for more comfort than she’d already provided, but she also knew that he needed to be placated even more. To keep from overstepping a boundary between them, she offered him her hand, waiting for him to either take it or deny it. When he did, she squeezed it and walked with him to his classroom.

He was clinging onto her for dear life as they traveled to get his coat and bag, Petal doing the honors of carrying them for him, (not for her daughter though, she didn’t almost die.) That was all they needed before they met up with Tulip and headed off on their way.

There was a mandatory stop for ice cream, obviously. Though the mother-daughter duo were almost floored to hear Eddie had never had the pleasure of trying the dessert. It was all the more reason why they were determined to get him some, any flavor–or flavors, he wanted.

“You mean, I can pick more than one?” The childlike amazement in his eyes was heartwarming, but at the same time made the older woman sad. Why would anyone rob such a precious child– any child for that matter–of this kind of joy? She didn’t verbally answer his question, only nodded and encouraged him to do so.

In the end, he decided on raspberry and cotton candy. Tulip got mint chocolate chip, her favorite. And Petal, for herself, landed on Strawberry.

The mother was headed to pay when Eddie tugged on the sleeve of her coat to get her attention. “C-Can we get one for Wayne too?” he asked, shyly. His voice was almost so quiet that Petal didn’t hear him, but luckily she did, and his thoughtfulness made her heart swell. She reached a hand down to ruffle his hair, grinning at him. “Of course, we can.”

Together they settled on pistachio. The lawyer paid for the four ice creams and then ushered the two children out of the small shop. Eddie was surprised they were allowed to eat such a messy food in her expensive car, his dad would never let him do such a thing– but it was Petal’s belief that a car could be cleaned, crucial childhood memories couldn’t wait.

Driving home was filled with much laughter and Tulip’s horrid singing along to the radio. Eddie had complained a couple times about the screeching in his ear, but she always just took it in her stride and raised her voice louder. It was a lovely moment for the mother to witness, happy that her daughter and pseudo-son were getting along so well.

By the time they made it back to the large, fancy home, the three’s desserts had been eaten, Wayne’s slowly melting in Eddie’s hand, and the incident concerning the little boy had been almost forgotten (at least visibly anyway.) It was a rush to get it into the fridge once inside, but the mother was convinced it would be fine; still edible at least, even if it was a weird mush. To pass the time until Eddie was picked up by his Uncle, the two kids played on Tulip’s new Nintendo, a console that had only recently been released.

It was almost eight when the man showed up at the door of the Providence residence. He was jittery, understandably so after what he had experienced over the phone earlier on. It was hard for him to think this door was going to open and there his nephew would be, completely okay. Wayne had only been taking care of Eddie, practically full time, since the beginning of the year. In reality the dad was supposed to be caring for his son, but Chet Munson was no father. He couldn’t believe in the couple months he’d been in his care, he had already almost died.

Knocking was nerve-wracking. He even thought he might be sweating as he stood on the step and painstakingly waited for someone to open up.

When they did, he was greeted with Petal’s friendly face. “Hi, Wayne. He fell asleep, come on in.”

She led him inside, over to the couch where the small boy resided peacefully. He almost felt bad waking him. For a little longer he let him sleep, just long enough that he could talk to the matriarch about what had happened. But that was going to have to be put off for a few minutes while his nephew’s best friend welcomed him.

“Wayne!” Tulip cheered, rushing over to him to give him a hug. Her tiny arms wrapped around his waist where she could reach. His hug back wasn’t quite as enthusiastic. It was a head rub more than anything really, but she didn’t mind. Their interaction was short, the little girl being diverted by her mother to elsewhere.

The older woman turned to her daughter. “Tully, why don’t you go and get Eddie’s stuff?”

There was no hesitation or protest, she just did it. Now that the pair were alone, aside from the unconscious child, they could talk like adults. “Thank you for helping him. He needed someone today,” he began. “I’m glad you were there.”

It didn’t take a genius to figure out that he was feeling bad. It was a mix of things, the fact he couldn’t be there even though he would have loved more than anything to have been, but Petal could. And that his nephew had almost died and he wouldn’t have even been there. She also seemed to know just the right thing to say.

“Don’t feel bad, he’s okay. He’s the happiest kid and that’s all because of you, you’re doing your best.” Her words did reassure him. He never knew that a singular person could make him feel so comforted or relaxed, but apparently Petal had a strong way with words–obviously, she’s a lawyer. This helped him understand why Eddie felt so comfortable in her presence. Even with what she said though, there was still brief uncertainty in his eyes that came along with the fact he had yet to hear the kid’s voice. “Go wake him, I can tell you want to.”

The man thanked her again, nodding his head. He was by Eddie’s side in seconds, trying to rouse him from his sleep in a way that wouldn’t startle him. It only took a little whispering and a single nudge for him to see those puppy eyes fluttering open, immediate relief spreading throughout his entire body. Now he could be a hundred percent sure he was okay. “Hi, sleepyhead.” The boy stretched, and like his usual clumsy self, almost fell off of the couch.

“Please never let me eat pickles again, Wayne.” The words prompted a chuckle from him, glad that even through such a terrifying experience, Eddie could have a sense of humor.

“Never again.”

As Tulip brought the kid’s stuff, not much more conversation was made. There were lots of thank you’s from both Munsons, and Wayne finally got his ice cream, before the pair headed on their way. It was almost the five-year-old's bedtime, and after the day he’d had, he must've been exhausted. The man left the house with the sleepy boy in his arms, his head on his shoulders as he fought to keep awake. Wayne’s large hand brushed over the expanse of his back, his erratic heart finally slowing down now that Eddie was safe and unharmed in his arms. “You scared me, big guy.”

That made the boy frown. He felt bad for doing that, it was never his intention. “I’m sorry.”

“Hey,” Wayne placated, running his hand over his hair, “it’s not your fault.”

The two talked about it while he buckled him into the back seat of his truck, sharing smiles and simple promises. Stuff like Wayne would keep him away from the food, and Eddie would never scare him like that again. It was what they both desperately needed to hear.

1972

When Eddie had proposed a playdate, he hadn’t expected her to suggest his house. After all, why would a rich kid from the richest neighborhood in Hawkins want to play in the trailer park. But he couldn’t say no, after all, it had been his idea. He knew Y/N wasn’t like the other pretentious and snobby well-off kids in Hawkins, but that didn’t mean she wouldn’t be the littlest bit judgemental when she sees his trailer home and compares it to her mansion. Little did he know she only suggested it because she was sick of her own house.

Upon her first time seeing the trailer, she didn’t seem automatically repulsed, which was good in his eyes. She was actually pretty intrigued by it all, it was the complete opposite to her home, and at six years old she had never seen anything like it. The entire place was a mystery to her, but she was obsessed from the second she stepped foot inside.

“Can you show me around?” she quizzed, bouncing on her feet in anticipation. She couldn’t wait for him to open the door fully.

“Yeah. Um, follow me,” he instructed. The two started in the small, but cozy, living room. Then there was the kitchen, the one that was usually empty. And then all that was left were the two tiny bedrooms and the bathroom. “And well, this is it. It’s short but, um, there’s not a lot here.” He was nervous about her reaction, but the one he got definitely wasn’t what he had been expecting. It actually surpassed all his expectations of her.

“I love it,” she gushed, eyes widening as she took in the distance between the rooms. “You’re right next to your uncle? I sleep so far away from my mom.”

He didn’t know how she managed to make such positivity out of his situation, but it was exactly what he needed to hear. It wasn’t pity, it was genuine excitement that just so happened to make him feel better. She was never one to judge, but Eddie hated to assume the best in people only to be let down in the end almost ninety percent of the time. No one could blame him. Really, what were the odds of a rich girl like the Hopper kid being content with a home like this when she had everything she could ever ask for? Luckily for him, the odds were in his favor.

After she had seen the inside and what little the place had to offer, not that she was thinking that–Eddie was–the two ventured outside with a quick unnecessary apology from him. “Sorry, I don’t have cool stuff like you do. But we could go outside, ride bikes or something.”

That was the moment he found out Tulip Hopper didn’t know how to ride a bike, nor was she up to learning after she skinned her knee the last time when her dad tried to teach her. He did find out she could skateboard though, that was a fun little piece of information that he could do nothing with.

It was all going well for a while, the neighbor Wayne had gotten to check on them could see well enough from her front window. They had just been innocently playing when the bullies had shown up on their bikes. It was the usual ‘posse’, the two George’s and their puppy dog, the one who never said anything. For whatever reason, they were riding their bikes past the entrance of the park, and by pure luck they had spotted a waft of Tulip’s hair. They called to her, just to check they had the right person, and then the taunting began; ruthlessly.

It was the usual. They laughed at his home, at him, and questioned why someone like Tulip would ever want to hang out with him. They acted as though he was complete filth. But just like the first time they met, and how she always would, she jumped to his defense. At first he tried to tell her it was pointless, they would only continue harassing him another time when she wasn’t there, but the second the word ‘freak’ tumbled past one of their lips– oh, she’d had it.

“You can’t call him that,” she huffed, arms crossed over her chest, “he may be a freak, but he’s my freak. Right, Freak?”

Eddie stared at her. If she was trying to defend him, she had a weird way of going about it. “I mean, I guess.” He rationalized it. Better to have her calling him the mean name without any actual despise behind it, than some rich jerks.

“Uh, y-yeah.” It was unclear whether this was the right way to go about getting them to stop, but he trusted her and her crazy mind.

Somehow it did work, the trio looked unsettled and backed off a little bit, but Steve couldn’t keep his mouth shut like the dummy he was. “Are you really blowing us off for this freak, Tulip?”

Anger flashed through her features and Eddie thought if looks could kill, he definitely would have been dead by now. If he was in Steve Harrington’s position right now he would have been terrified, actually the boy probably was. He genuinely thought she might step forward and push the kid off of his bike if he wasn’t careful. “I said, don’t call him that, Steven.”

There was a brief stand-off, where the rich kid looked like he was going to say something back to her, but then found himself defeated. It was truly a sight to watch. The way the boy tried to puff out his chest, seem taller, only to deflate when he realized he was no match for the rage the Hopper child possessed. He clearly grew embarrassed, especially at the sound of Eddie’s quiet laughter. “Get lost,” Tulip snapped.

They followed just as she said, rushing out of Forest Hills like they’d just seen a ghost, all while the two small children burst into loud laughter.

That event was long forgotten by the time the adult of the trailer finally got home from his shift, the familiar vehicle pulling into the park. Wayne found the pair playing outside the trailer, the two laughing away like they didn’t have a care in the world. He smiled brightly at the sight as he climbed out of his truck, takeout in hand for himself and the kids. “Food’s here, kids,” he announced.

He was almost tackled by Eddie as the kid rushed to hug him, whereas Tulip was only concerned with the food in the bag that he was carrying. It wasn’t often she got to have take out at home, her mom didn’t really love her eating such junk, but she wasn’t going to know. Plus it’s not like Wayne could have cooked anything better considering the lack of ingredients in the home.

When he saw the fascination in her eyes after taking her first bite, his mind immediately jumped to what Petal would think, and he quickly uttered out something to save his ass. “Don’t tell your mom about this, okay kid?”

She just hummed. Tulip liked dinner at the Munson house much more than she liked it at her own home. When she ate there, her mom and step-dad talked about work and adult things, barely even acknowledging she was there. They had to eat at the table too, the one that was much too large for only the three of them. She still didn’t understand why it was so big. But here at the Munsons, they had a ton of fun conversation, joked around, and sometimes watched rented VHS’. It was a whole different kind of environment and she loved it, she wanted to be there all the time.

The mood changed quickly when Wayne properly glanced at Eddie for the first time since getting home. “What happened to your hair?” the older man asked, suddenly noticing it looked different than usual. Both he and Tulip froze mid-bite. That was not a good sign, but nothing with that kid ever was. He sighed, setting his food down to inspect his nephew’s long hair. At the sight of the pale pink confectionary tangled within the curls he let out a mental groan. That would be hell to remove. “Eddie.. How did this happen?”

“Um, we were playing, a-and I tripped over Tulip’s foot– by accident! And it got stuck,” he explained, shyly. The last thing he wanted to do was get her into trouble, and he hoped that with the way he had worded the story, that hadn’t happened.

Not a single part of Wayne felt up to spending hours detangling the gum from his hair, so instead, much to the boy’s dismay, he shaved his head. And that was how Eddie Munson ended up with a buzzcut for almost a year of his life. All thanks to his best friend wedging gum in his hair.

1978

Y/N was Eddie’s first kiss. Eddie was Y/N's first kiss. It was a fond memory for the pair of them, keeping it from their shared group of friends years later, wanting to keep it a secret. It wasn’t that they were scared they’d get mocked for it; for the longest time, Eddie and Y/N were joint to the hip, it was only understandable it would happen. Of course, it meant nothing. The feelings shared between the two were strictly platonic, but they wouldn’t lie and say it wasn’t something they cherished. Everyone wants a great first kiss, and who better to share it with than your best friend?

It happened when they were twelve. Eddie was going into the seventh grade, Y/N into the sixth. While she may have had a lot of power based on her family’s wealth and her father’s position within the police department, pre-teen girls didn’t care about any of it. They only cared about what was cool, who was part of the ‘in-crowd’, and fashion trends they saw in magazines. And because Y/N didn’t care for any of that, opting to stain her expensive clothes with mud and befriending anyone and everyone she could, they despised her. Her mother had told her it was because they were jealous, but Y/N didn’t think so. They were just evil.

The twelve year old had been sitting on a bench in the playground when they approached her, malicious smirks decorating their faces. She had greeted them with a smile, eager to have a conversation with the group of girls she had yet to befriend. But as soon as she had, her welcoming smile fell. They were ruthless in their taunting��somehow having found out that the rising sixth grader hadn’t been kissed.

“It’s because you’re ugly,” one of them spit, “no boy would ever want to kiss an ugly girl.”

She wanted to retaliate. To defend herself and spew something just as mean, but nothing came out of her mouth. It was as if it’d been glued shut, rendering her unable to talk back. Y/N couldn’t hold back her tears, believing every spiteful word they said and taking it to her. She had always been good at blocking them out, not paying any attention to them, but eventually, they struck her where it hurt. After all, she was only human, and humans are nothing if not sensitive and insecure. She believed every spiteful word that came out of their overly glossed lips. Unwillingly storing them in her heart.

Despite how much she liked to project herself as something other than what she was–a little girl in a big world–she wasn’t superhuman. Y/N wasn’t born with the ability to fly or shoot laser beams from her eyes nor was she experimented on until she was a mutant, able to withstand the harshest of conditions and do unbelievable things. Sometimes she got ahead of herself, believing every fantasy world she created for herself. When reality hit, it hit her hard, threatening to knock her unconscious. This was one of those times when reality was cruel.

Instead of being the heroine she could have been, she turned heel and ran, leaving them to their mocking laughter and rumors. In her hurry to get away from them, she had forgotten her belongings. The Star Wars comic book–the newest one–her mother had given her was left behind, waiting for someone to take it and claim it as their own. The little girl would have been heartbroken, it was her most prized possession, but she was too hurt to care. Her plan of waiting for either Steve or Eddie to show up disappeared in an instant, wanting nothing more than to be alone.

She found solace atop a branch, overlooking the grounds. The bark was scratchy on her thighs, digging into them unforgivingly, but she didn’t mind. Y/N sat quietly, trying to hold in the sniffles that threatened to leave her every so often. The tears had brimmed her eyes, occasionally leaking out, but whenever they did, she would wipe them away with her arm.

The preteen had been lost in her thoughts when her friend joined her, climbing up the tree and sitting beside her, her comic book in his hands. Eddie had smiled at her, wanting to tease her for leaving the expensive object behind despite her mother’s insistence. But the smile he had and his words died out when she didn’t return it, keeping her watery eyes locked on the grass below them. Her bright and youthful eyes brimmed red with dried tear streaks running down her soft skin. The older boy couldn’t help but frown at her appearance. It was as if someone had forgotten to water a bright flower causing it to lose its color. It was unsettling.

When she finally acknowledged him, she wiped at her runny nose and forced a smile. He didn’t like that. Eddie, always having had a personal space problem, shuffled closer to her. He carefully took in her appearance. Her cheeks were puffy and flushed from the crying and her nose was red from her constant rubbing. She obviously felt her worst, but to Eddie, he saw her at her best, as he always did. “What’s wrong, Lippy?”

“Do you think I’m ugly?” she whispered. Eddie, in his prepubescent age, reeled back and furrowed his eyebrows. He had never thought of his best friend in that way, and he was sure he never would. He would let her other–less cool–best friend pine over her.

“Is this a trick question?” he dubiously asked, dark eyes wide in shock. She shuffled away from him with a sniffle. Y/N threw all rational thinking aside when she was upset. Eddie hadn’t said yes; he also hadn’t said she was ugly. But, in her hurt, she took his query as an agreement to her question. It was, to her at least, confirmation that the girls’ words were in fact true. She was unkissable because she was ugly.

“So you do think I’m ugly,” she accused, moving farther away from him–as much as she could before she fell off the branch. Eddie was bewildered. All he wanted to do was hang out with his best friend, not get roped into an interrogation.

“No, Y/N, wait,” he sighed, scooching closer to her, “you’re not ugly. In fact, you’re the prettiest girl in all of Hawkins.” It was the truth, at least to him (and to Steve, but he would never admit it. Cause he’s dumb.) Y/N was effortlessly pretty. At twelve years old, she had a smile that blinded and eyes that shined. But that wasn’t her most redeemable quality. It was her personality that drew people in. She was social and warm with an aura of gold around her. It wasn’t a wonder that all the boys wanted to be hers.

“I am?” how she couldn’t see her beauty was beyond Eddie.

He nodded, “yeah. I would say the whole state, but–” she pushed him slightly before he could finish his sentence, a glower adorning her face. And just like that, things were back to normal. Eddie laughed, rubbing his shoulder despite it not actually hurting him.

“What happened?” he asked, wanting to know just what snuffed out his best friend’s sun. Y/N took her book from his hands, fiddling with it while she confessed ever so quietly. The summer breeze was louder than her words, but he knew better than to ask her to speak up.

“Just, you know how girls can be,” she sighed. Eddie nodded. They were assholes. “They were making fun of me because they had their first kisses, and I haven’t. They said they didn’t know why Steve was my best friend because I’m so ‘ugly’ and he’s not–that I haven’t had my first kiss because of that.”

Eddie felt a fury he never had before. He wanted them to trip and fall in mud. “You’re not ugly, Lippy. I don’t know why you listen to them; they’re just shallow, jealous girls.”

“I know, but sometimes, it’s just a little too much,” she responded softly. He looked at her before surging forward and kissing her. The dark haired boy didn’t know what he was thinking, if he was at all, but he couldn’t stop himself. The sound of something so trivial making his best friend upset didn’t settle well with him, and if he could solve her problem for her, he was going to.

She froze, pushing him away. Y/N stared at him with wide eyes, a heat capturing her cheeks. Eddie and her had never crossed the line from friends to more than that. Neither one liked the other in that way, anything they felt for one another was platonic. A love like that of siblings. So it was peculiar, and unwelcomed, when he kissed her.

“Why would you do that?” she demanded. He smiled sheepishly with a shrug.

“Now you can say you had your first kiss,” Eddie stated proudly, “and so can I.”

“I was your first kiss?” she asked, shocked. It wasn’t that Eddie was the coolest kid in Hawkins with dozens of girls begging for their chance. He was just older than her, and he had a lot more time to experience things with different people than she had. For whatever strange reason, she just thought that her best friend had been kissed before. It made her feel giddy, the knowledge that she got to share a first with him.

Biting her lip, she cheekily replied to his confession. “I’m so glad it was with you and not Steve.”

1984

“You know what I do when I’m sad?” the metalhead asked, leaning across the wooden table to look at her with mischief in his eyes.

“What?” Y/N sniffled, wiping away the remnants of her tears from her cheeks.

“I smoke,” he answered, proudly displaying his tin lunchbox and opening it up. He held up a rolled blunt, moving it through his fingers as he looked at her expectantly. Y/N sighed.

Eddie Munson was the devil in disguise, she was sure of it. She was Hawkins’ Flower; the epitome of innocence and virtue. Or at least she was supposed to be. People often forgot that she was a Hopper first and foremost. With the knowledge of her genetics in mind to appease her, she took the blunt from him and brought it to her lips. She was going to regret it later when her emotions amplified and her sadness bordered depression, but for that moment, she felt weightless.

“You’re a terrible influence, Freak.” She informed, inhaling the toxin into her lungs before passing it to Eddie.

“But you love me, Lippy,” she scowled at him.

“You’re a bastard,” she took the blunt from his hand, “this is mine now.”

June 1985

Never did Eddie or Tulip think she would be the one graduating first. He was supposed to have accomplished it the year prior, class of ‘84, but of course he failed more than two classes, so it wasn’t possible for him to leave. Tulip told him he’d get it next year, and then the pair would be able to graduate together, but he failed that one too. She didn’t know what he was doing wrong, and she knew he was a little defeated when showing up for her, even if he didn’t say it. But he had promised her he would be there.

Most of her morning had been taken up by Steve, mainly because Eddie hadn’t been around. He’d been pretty MIA and part of her worried he wasn’t going to show at the school with her parents like they had planned. Her mother noticed her qualms, trying to soothe her nerves. She was already uneasy about graduating anyway, she didn’t need to start fussing over Eddie too. “He’ll be there, Tully. He always is.”

The doubt on her daughter’s face was clear, and although the mother would have loved to spend hours reassuring her until she was a hundred percent positive he was going to be there, there wasn’t time. “Are you sure? Cause what if this is the first time he doesn’t come? Like, he just decides to break his promise. Mom, do you think he’ll do that?”

Petal had to make her next words the most sincere, ones that would really get through to her daughter. “When has he ever broken a promise to you?” she questioned. “That boy would never do anything to purposely upset you. He’s not going to miss this when he knows how much it means to you.”

And of course Petal was never wrong. Just like her mom had said, he was there, standing side by side with Hopper as she was called to the stage. At the sight of him her heart raced, happy he had made it and stuck to his promise. Despite the worry she had presented to Petal before they left the house this morning, deep down in her heart she trusted him enough to be there.

The first time she got to speak to Eddie after she was handed her diploma, she couldn’t just approach him fairly, of course she had to torment him a little. “I guess this means I’m officially the smarter friend,” she teased, coming to a stop in front of him. Her parents were watching them with amused smiles.

He chuckled. “Sorry, I don’t recall you doing any of your own artwork. You passing art is courtesy of me.” He wasn’t wrong. They’d known since they were small children that Tulip couldn’t draw even basic animals, so she had no hope of passing that class. The first time she had ranted about her misfortune to Eddie, he had offered to help in return for her assistance with Math– her strong suit and arguably his worst.

“Touché.”

There was a beat of silence before he was lunging forward to pull her into a bone crushing hug. At first she couldn’t breathe, but then she just accepted he wasn’t going to let up and wrapped her arms around his torso. “I’m proud of you, Lippy,” he whispered, squeezing her once more before he pulled away and reached into his pockets. “I actually got you a little something.”

In her hand he placed a small rectangular wrapped gift. It was terribly done, as usual, Eddie was useless when it came to wrapping paper. He also hadn’t had a lot of time. While he was sulking this morning about his younger friend graduating before him, he had gone present hunting, coming back with little time to make it look presentable enough to give to her.

She didn’t care if it looked bad anyway, she had been receiving terrible looking gifts since the first Christmas they had been friends all the way back in ‘71. The paper was ripped off within seconds, her eyes lighting up at the sight of the cassette in her hands. “Tears for Fears, I’ve wanted this for months. How did you know?”

He rolled his eyes. “Are you kidding? You never shut up about it.”

Obviously she was grateful for the gift, but her go to response was to tell him he hadn’t had to do that. It wasn’t a secret Eddie didn’t have that much money, and she didn’t want him wasting what he did have on gifts for her, gifts that she really didn’t need. “Ed,” she began, but he jumped in to cut her off so quickly, shaking his head as though he already knew what she was going to say. And he did. He knew her too well. “Don’t even think about telling me I didn’t have to. It’s your big day, I wanted to.”

So, instead of protesting, she thanked him over and over, until he was sick of hearing the words coming out of her mouth.

When their conversation died down, he noticed she wasn’t paying much attention to him anymore. Her eyes were straying off to the boy that stood not too far away. Steve was making weak attempts at conversation with his parents. Usually they didn’t turn up to any event for him, but this was something they deemed their presence necessary at. Tulip wasn’t much of a fan of them, which is why she wasn’t already over there with him. She would much rather spend time with Eddie than the snobby Harrington adults.

But even he could tell she was dying to go over there. “Don’t let them stop you. Go to him,” he encouraged, noticing the way she and Steve shared longing glances when they thought the other wasn’t looking. He may not have been one of the fellow graduates this year, but Tulip and Steve were, they deserved to celebrate together. She sent him a thankful look, rushing across the room to practically throw herself in her friend’s arms. Even if he now had to stand by himself at a graduation that wasn’t even his, he was glad she was happy.

1986

There weren't many things that could get Tulip to come back to Hawkins after her dad died. It was one of the hardest times of her entire life, and going back there would surely only remind her of all the bad memories linked with his death. She may have missed her friends and the town and all the good memories she had there, ones she didn’t have in New York– but a Hawkins without Hopper wasn’t a real Hawkins at all.

However, if there was one person who knew exactly what to say to convince her, it was Dustin Henderson.

Getting a call from him on one random day in March was weird.

“Please, Y/N, things have only gotten weirder,” he said. That made her curious, though she thought if she asked it could only force her to give in. However, he told her anyway. “Lucas joined the basketball team– which isn’t actually that important, Chrissy Cunningham was killed, Eddie Munson’s even a murder suspect.”

She gasped, her thoughts slowing as she tried to process what Dustin had just told her. Her childhood best friend, the Eddie her mother almost killed with a pickle when they were kids, had somehow been accused of murder. She didn’t know the situation, the kid hadn’t told him what had happened or why, or even if he was innocent. But she knew that he was, of course he was. The Eddie Munson she knew was incapable of ever doing such a thing.

“Dustin. He didn’t do it, right?” She didn’t know if she could take being told that he had.

“No, no. It isn’t looking good, though. The police are looking for him, a-and Jason Carver’s on, like, a manhunt.”

It didn’t make any sense how so much could go wrong after she left. She hadn’t even been gone that long, and Steve had been supposed to keep her updated on everything. How could everything have gotten so messed up in such a short amount of time? “I-Is he there?” she asked.

There was a bit of hesitation before she heard rustling on the other end of the phone. At first she was scared, as was he. Never did she want Eddie to be upset or terrified, but she could only imagine that was the exact headspace he was in.

“Tulip?” he whispered.

“Eddie, oh my god. What is going on over there?”

He didn’t answer her question like she thought he would. Instead he began defending himself, hastily, like he couldn’t get the words out quick enough. If Tulip even for a second thought he might be this evil monster, he wouldn’t know how to live with himself. “I didn’t do it, you have to believe me. Lippy, it wasn’t me.”

“I believe you. I know you, Teddy.”

That was all she really needed to say, all that mattered in the long run. She was on his side, and if the kids alone couldn’t prove his innocence, then she knew people that could. Hell, even her mom would do it at the drop of a hat. Eddie wasn’t going down for this, not a chance.

“Dustin’s telling me I have to go. B-But please, come back, I need you.”

The call ended before she could respond. It left her in a dilemma for no more than a minute. She didn’t need time to think about this, this was Eddie and he needed her help. She had to go home as soon as possible.

1986 - After

Time seemed to still the second Tulip caught sight of a crying Dustin, his sobs breaking her heart and having her fear the worst. It turned out, the worst in her head didn’t compare to the actual worst. She would have never guessed Dustin was crying over the pulseless body of Eddie Munson, but it was the reality. The closer she got to him, the more dread she felt. They had won, so why did it feel like she had lost?

“Eddie,” she whispered, rushing to him in an instant. Despite wanting nothing more than to stay frozen in her place, not wanting to see her best friend as anything other than alive. Breathing and joking around with her. She ran to him, at his side as quickly as she could, fingers immediately searching for a pulse. Her breath caught in her throat in relief, finding the faintest of pulsing.

With tunnel vision, one could only see what they wanted to see, focusing on a single thing. And to Tulip, at that moment, it was her best friend and keeping him from stepping into death’s hold. Without thinking, she softly pushed her younger friend aside, hands instantaneously going to the metalhead’s chest and counting the beats. Queen’s Another One Bites the Dust ironically playing in the back of her mind to stay on count. “Please, Teddy. Please.”

Her arms were aching and her vision was blurred, but she couldn’t stop. Not until she knew her best friend would be bothering her for the rest of their lives. It was too soon for him to go. Eddie Munson was worth more than an untimely death; he deserved to graduate and live out his dream of finally leaving Hawkins. Tulip didn’t care that her friends were watching her attempts, thinking they were futile. She just wanted him to fucking live.

“Y/N,” Steve tried, gently tugging at her shoulders in an attempt to pry her off of Eddie’s body. “Y/N, please. He’s gone. I’m sorry.”

Y/N sniffled, hastily wiping off her tears and shrugging him off. She continued her ministrations, humming a song in her head to keep at it. Her heart was splitting in two, but she didn’t allow herself to succumb to the exhaustion. She kept going, attempting to bring her friend back from where he’d been tittering the line between life and death.

“Y/N, come on,” Steve’s voice sounded far away. She’d subconsciously pushed him to the back of her mind. The only thing that really mattered was her best friend. Every little thing they did as kids floated through her mind. Glimpses of times where she was happy by his side, smoking the day away or simply bickering with one another.

“Y/N,” this time it was Dustin. Her heart clenched at the sound of his broken voice, and more tears sprang to her eyes. She was doing this for him. Eddie Munson had a knack for nestling his way into everyone’s hearts and staying there. He had done so for her when they were children, sharing chalk on the curb. And he had done it to Dustin, acting as a refuge to him when high school proved to be too much. “Y/N, please. He’s gone.”

No. He can’t be. She thought, it takes a lot more to kill off Eddie Munson.

She couldn’t hold the sigh of relief upon hearing Eddie’s sharp gasp. He coughed, looking up at her with blurry eyes before giving her a bloody smile.

“I’m feeling like the Bee Gees right now,” he croaked, voice dry.

“What?” she questioned, tearfully holding him.

“I’m stayin’ alive,” Under normal circumstances, she would’ve dropped him off her lap as soon as the words left his mouth. But these weren’t normal circumstances. Her best friend had gone from knocking on death’s door to breathing and alive in the blink of an eye.

“I thought you were dead,” she confessed, holding back a sob. Eddie frowned, never in his life had he seen her cry as hard as she was. Especially not over him. It was then that he realized the severity of what happened and just how much importance he had on her life.

He weakly grabbed her hand, uncaring if it was covered in blood–whose he didn’t know. It was probably a mix of his and hers–and brought it to his lips. “I’m alive. I promise.”

That was all that needed to be said to break the dam. Both of them ended up crying on the floor, holding each other as tightly as they possibly could. Tulip didn’t love to let people see her so vulnerable, even people she cared about, but she had never been so shaken up. The fact all her friends were watching the two of them have this moment, barely even crossed her mind. All that mattered to her was that he wasn’t going anywhere. He had a heartbeat, he was talking, he’d be okay.

For two and a half months, Eddie had been in the hospital recovering. His injuries had been bad enough to almost kill him, he knew he wasn’t going to be miraculously healed within a couple days. But he hadn’t thought it would take this long, and he had only just made it on the homestretch yet, according to his favorite nurse. His friends had been by his side the whole time, and Wayne. But Tulip was mainly the one who never left his side.

The two had been there for each other during their worst times, the lowest of the low. Eddie had been her shoulder to cry on back in ‘78 when her sister died, then again when her dad also ‘died’. She had been the person he confided in when his father went to prison almost a decade ago, the one who had her parents practically hold an initiation to welcome him to the family when his mom left. So, of course she was going to be by his side now. Though this wasn’t like anything either of them had ever experienced, it still hadn’t completely set in, but there was no way Tulip would be doing anything but holding his hand through the entire thing.

His graduation was rapidly approaching, but he didn’t want to go. He’d been given the green light, his body was healing well. But he didn’t want to see anyone– or really, have them see him. No longer was he the Eddie he used to be, not completely. People still thought he was a killer, hell the police were barely convinced he wasn’t. Going back to the school wasn’t going to be as easy as he would have liked, so he chose to sit it out. It was ironic, the first time in three years he was on track to successfully make it, and he’s accused of murder, then almost murdered by bats in another dimension. You couldn’t make it up.

However, just because he wasn’t up to going to his graduation in person, didn’t mean graduation couldn’t come to him instead. Tulip, with a lot of help from her mom and friends, had been scheming. If he didn’t feel up to going to get his diploma, she would have the entire ceremony brought to him in the hospital.

The only problem that seemed to arise, was that she had to get him from the bed in his room to the corridor where it was going down. “Come on, Munson, you know you have to walk around at least once a day.” This was always hard for her to get him to do. He had gotten so used to the uncomfortable hospital bed, and the specific position in which it caused him no pain to his injuries, that he didn’t like to leave it. If he went on this walk around the floor of the hospital with his best friend, he was going to have to spend the next hour in pain until everything settled again.

He pouted as she started to tug on his hands. “Don’t want to today, Tulip.” He was already down due to the fact this was another year he wasn’t going to get his diploma. He didn’t even know if the school would give it to him after the whole serial killer scandal– even though that wasn’t his fault.

“Stop being a little bitch boy,” she demanded. He was taken back at her use of words, eyeing her with a slack jaw as she tried to fight back her laughter. It had sort of slipped out by accident, but she was definitely glad that it did now that she saw the reaction it brought on.

“What did you just call me?” he asked.

She was still giggling to herself as she pulled the warm covers off of him, leaving the chilly hospital AC to get to him. “That’s not important. Just get up or I’ll get the nurse.”

With the threat lingering in the air, he sighed, taking the help she offered for him to get out of the bed. It wasn’t as easy as he would have liked, and it definitely hurt, but he eventually managed it.

A thank you left his lips as she steadied him. He was still a little shaky on his feet, even after all the time he had been spending in recovery, so he walked to the hall with one of his best friend’s arms around his waist. She stopped him just before they reached the doorway though, telling him not to peek as she got a quick surprise ready for him. Although he so desperately wanted to just look, he didn’t disobey her, she was scary when she got angry.

When she returned, on top of the clothes she had been wearing when she first entered his room, were now a cap and gown, specifically the ones that Hawkins high graduates would wear. He cocked his head in confusion, but she handed a similar material to him, placing the cap on his head for him. “What’re you doing? I’m not going to the graduation, Lippy.” He was putting his foot down on that.

But she shook her head. “No, you’re not. It’s actually coming to you– just put the gown on.”

After being friends for so long, he knew not to argue with her. He just did as she asked, slowly, painfully, slipping the material over his arms. “Now what?”

Her hands were thrusted out to him again for assistance, but now she showcased a beaming smile. The first sight of all his friends standing down the hallway, off to the sides so a podium could stand in the middle, it had tears springing to his eyes. They all held the biggest smiles on their faces as she helped him limp to them.

It wasn’t a shock that Wayne was crying, as well as Petal who stood beside him. He didn’t know if it was new-same old, crying because he almost died and he was in the hospital, or if it was because he was finally graduating after so so many attempts. He supposed it didn’t really matter which it was, either way he knew they were proud of him.

Two of the girls stood out from the crowd, Robin and Nancy, who were also in their cap and gowns having just come from their own proper graduation. It seemed as though they’d brought Principal Higgins along too, who looked rather uneasy to see Eddie. There was a large shock surrounding him, for various reasons. He was still weird about seeing him because of the murder suspect thing– but honestly he also never expected the kid would make it. He always thought he’d drop out before he finally passed his final year.

“Munson, Edward,” he called with a grin, holding the piece of paper ready to hand over.

Tulip was going to help him, but he insisted that he could do it for himself. With some difficulty and a lot of pain in his right leg, he made his way over to the podium. Everyone watched on, some emotional, some just happy he had finally made it. Honestly, Dustin was still on a high at the fact he was even alive.

When he reached out his hand, the diploma was placed into his palm, a congratulations uttered from the teacher he once hated. A camera flash startled him, his head turning in search of the perpetrator. Steve stared at him with a crooked smile, lifting the camera like it was some awkward nod to him. Of all people to take the picture he didn’t know why it was Harrington, but he also wasn’t aware Tulip had threatened him to do it. If he’d been given that piece of information then it would have made much more sense.

To stay true to his word, the one that he shared with Dustin and Mike what felt like forever ago, even if it wasn’t entirely appropriate, he gave Principal Higgins the finger. He laughed to himself as the man just accepted it, expecting no less from the Munson boy.

As quickly as he could give his healing injuries, he rushed back to Tulip, gushing about what he had just accomplished. He didn’t notice the way she slipped something in the pocket of his gown, but he would come to find later that it’d been a cassette, specifically of the new Queen album. He had been eyeing it for a few days now, so she thought why not?

Eddie hadn’t felt this happy in a long time, and it was all thanks to the girl he called his best friend who could not get any more perfect by the sounds of it. “I did it, Tully.” With a quick stolen kiss to her cheek, one that had her gasping, he was shuffling away from her and over to his uncle, prepared to rejoice in his accomplishment. Tulip couldn’t even be mad, she was so proud of it and he really deserved to have his special moment. He’d been to hell and back the last few months, more than anyone in the room could understand; he needed this.

That morning he woke up as the ‘ex murder suspect turned bedridden bat food’, and now he would end it as Hawkins high graduate, Eddie Munson; class of ‘86.

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lilblueorchid · 3 years ago

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Thought process and easter egg on the Digimon Anniversary Illustration!

Hello everyone, today I feel like explaining some stuff over my Digimon Illustration, mostly why I drew thing this way or point out some little details and easter eggs you might have missed. ;)

Click on read more if you want a LENGTHLY explanation with a lot of rambling from me, or if not you can just enjoy the process gif. <3

The Digimon illustration was a special one for me for different reasons. Firstly, obviously, Digimon! It was a show I grew up with, and I find it quite fitting that after a tough year of graduation movie under a pandemic, in which I really experienced the pain of growing up, I ended up finding back Digimon.

Secondly, as a child, I remember spending HOURS looking for fanarts online! I would save all the ones I found pretty and keep them preciously, i still have the folders actually haha. While pursuing art, I always had in mind thatI wanted one day to make a fanart my child self would have gone crazy over! And, i think I achieved that with that one haha.

Anyway LET’S START! Shall we?

First off : the illustration process

When I do an illustration I always do a quick draft first, and most of the time, in colors. I think I’m more of a “color” person than a “line” person, I tend to need to see colors quickly in order to see if it’s ok.

For this one, I’ve always had in mind it would be a double illustration, with the older Tai’s silhouette acting as a frame for the children illustration. It was a bit tricky, I had to make the children illustration fit nicely into his silhouette, it was hassle around the neck area, that’s why I made little Taichi stand up haha. Also used Mimi’s hat to balance the picture : the bottom part is very heavy and there’s only sky in the upper part, adding the hat helps making it more balanced.

The character were the longest and the most challenging part by far. As you can see I had 3 different steps : super rough, they’re almost like stickmen and smiley face, a more detailled one in which I figure out their actual pose and anatomy, then a last one in which I fix some proportion, add details and clean. Fun fact I don’t clean over a new layer... i just erase the unwanted part of my sketch. :’D

I did a quick pass over the BG after that, then I colored the characters in flat colors before rendering them. It was a back and forth between the BG and the characters to make sure everything was working together nicely.

Now was the time to render the BG, I did the tramway first, the flower field after. Fun fact, I did my flower field study in order to know how to approach the flowers in this illustration! If your have the time, i totally recommend finding a photograph close to the kind of BG you wanna do, and make a study of it so you can try your hand at it first and go into your own BG later with an idea of how to approach this.

Adjust colors, add flower petals and butterflies and emotional text, slap over a paper texture, and THERE. You have it! On to the next part now...

The meaningful details and easter eggs

Be aware there will be spoilers for Digimon Adventure 01 (but I assume you already know it), but also for Digimon Adventure : Last evolution Kizuna, which is the conclusion of the first serie. So read at your own risk!

The tramway is obviously a reference to the end of Digimon Adventure 01. The kids used it to go back to their world, so It was their goodbye to their Digimon at this moment. In Kizuna, Tai and Matt find the tramway trapped in crystal in Menoa’s fake memory world. Hinting that had they been caught by her, their memories would have brought them back here.

Tailmon has Kari’s whistle! At the end of Digimon Adventure 01, Kari gives it to her as a memento.

When I drew Sora, I had in mind how she was in Kizuna, very stressed out by her mom’s expectation, which led her to neglect Piyomon. She realized it too late, and after that she refused to fight because she wanted to keep Piyomon with her as long as possible. Tragically, she was the first one to lose her Digimon. Here I tried to convey a softness and a kind of “I won’t forget to appreciate you” vibe in the way she holds Piyomon’s hand. As for Mimi and Palmon, in Digimon adventure 01 Palmon was very emotionally affected by Mimi’s departure, so, a hug was fitting. :’)

The screens on the Tramway display DA for Digimon Adventure, and also 01.08.1999 which is the date of the children’s journey’s beginning. :)

The little drawings also show the 8 crests.

There are butterflies flying over the illustration, it’s a reference to Butter-fly, the first Digimon opening, by the late Koji Wada.

"I'll become a happy butterfly, and ride on the glittering wind, I'll come and see you soon. “

Now, let’s the see the counterpart of the illustration. The one with the grown up Tai from Kizuna.

I made him wear the hoodie he had in his very last adventure with Agumon.... but truthfully the reason is that I think hoodies are cool lol. And the hood’s volume gave me more space in the silhouette, which made it easier for me to do the other illustration inside.

You don’t see it clearly, but he is holding his Digivice, albeit the darkened version once his partner bond with Agumon is broken. The Tai in this illustration has already lost Agumon. (Yes it was painful for me to go fetch the screenshots)

He is also holding his dear signature google he used to wear as a child. Fun fact, I rewatched the older movies, and as a kid he even used to sleep with it, how cute haha.

Also yes, the crest of Courage over his hand, which is his own. I’m so dumb I realize I should have made the time counter from the movie instead of the crest for a maximum emotional hurt impact.

And the quote is from one of the trailer for Kizuna, I think.....................

But then you go : Oh that illustration is so depressing then! Well. Yes. But no. but yes. But not really.

One of my favorite shot of the movie is this one : this is after Tai and Agumon learn their time together is limited. Agumon asks him if they will have to go separate ways once Tai is all grown up. Tai doesn’t answer, and takes him to eat something instead, as Agumon was hungry. In this shot Agumon eats to his heart content next to Tai, who’s not eating at all and just watches him fondly. I love that the framing doesnt show agumon. It’s a foreshadowing of their unavoidable separation.

At the very end of the movie, Tai write in his thesis about Human and Digimon’s relationship that Agumon was like a part of himself.

In a way, Agumon symbolizes childhood, the carefree days we would spend as a kid, with our big dreams and hopes. When you grow up, you tend to forget those simple emotions because you get swallowed into the stress of studies, figuring out your carreer, your life path. Just like us, Tai forgot this part of himself. In the madness of growing up, he lost Agumon.

However, it’s not the end. He will pick himself back up. He will move forward in life despite his worries and incertainities, and he will find himself again. Therefore, he will find Agumon again. The kids in the illustration are waving goodbye, but it’s not goodbye, it’s a see you later. In the meantime, Tai is holding on to these precious memories, until they meet again.

#Digimon #Digimon adventure #Yagami Taichi #Digimon adventure : last evolution kizuna #illustration process #kinda analysis #listen im actually writing this for myself #I spend 4 days on that illu with a lot of feels and I need to write them down #This is basically what my close friends have to endure each time I get an obsession

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canonobsessions · 3 years ago

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Hey there and welcome to tumblr!! i’m a huge simp for Julian lol im so happy to see somebody writing for TPB! <3 i was wondering if you could write something involving Julian and a cudding -> confession -> sex sort of situation with a female reader?

a/n: I'm so sorry for this late response! I'd be so happy to!

Fandom: Trailer Park Boys

Word Count: 4,243

Scenario: Julian and Reader have an impromptu cuddling session that results in a confession and subsequently, a steamy encounter.

Julian didn't know how it got to this point, but he wasn't about to complain. Sometimes everything just fell into place, so when you arrived that night at his trailer on a cold, dark winter's night he rolled with it. It was just a mishap, your car breaking down before you were able to get home. Like many people, you came to him with your problem.

Unlike with some other people, Julian was happy to help you out. He didn't hesitate when he stepped aside and let you track slushy snow into his home. It didn't even cross his mind until he was stepping in it himself. Even then, it only made him more aware of your state of dress.

You definitely hadn't intended to be out long, with your short sleeves on and little to no protective clothing. You looked frigid and he had just the remedy for it.

So, you wound up on his couch, wrapped up and sharing a blanket with him while watching some schlocky action film. Nothing he was actually paying attention too. How could he be with you in the room, taking a small sip of his Rum and Coke with that pretty smile on your face.

It was almost like a dream.

"Julian, I really can't thank you enough again. I'm sorry to just drop in on you like this," He'd just gotten ready to go to bed when you'd arrived, but even then, it wasn't any kind of a bother with you around. But, he had to play it cool as he always did.

"It's no trouble, [Y/N]. Stop worrying about it," He reassured you for the fifth time, taking the moment to wrap his arm around your shoulder and squeeze reassuringly. "You couldn't help it, probably the cold messing with your car. I'll get some of the guys to help get it fixed in the morning,"

And there was that damn smile that roped him in from the moment he'd met you. At first he'd just thought he was drunk, but he'd come to learn you were as capable and friendly as you were pretty. You were one of the few people who came around the Trailer Park and helped him and his friends out on occasion.

The situation had gotten twisted up to where it almost seemed awkward to pursue you with how close you'd gotten to Bubbles and Ricky as well. That being said, he was also always in a relationship when you weren't. Nothing really ever seemed right until now.

Now. He had to find the courage to say it, but there was that pitch of anxiety in his stomach, the one he thought he could stamp out in almost any occasion, but you were special. He didn't want to mess this up.

"You're really too good to me, Jules," A damn shiver nearly crawled up his spine when you said that. That and the way you were shaking just sent a small thrill through him.

Were you still cold or were you nervous to have his arm around you? With the way you leaned into him further, it couldn't have just been nerves. You did still feel chilly, so he gently rubbed your upper arm. He wasn't just feeling your soft skin under his rough finger tips. This was just part of helping you.

Man was that stupid, he was acting like he hadn't had his fair share of pretty girls over. But, you were more than pretty, you were beautiful. Classy and sweet.

"Just doing what any good friend would," The word friend had a near sour note to it, not from leaving his mouth, but it just rang oddly. He wasn't malicious about it. It just wasn't right.

"Yeah, right!" There was an awkward inflection in your tone, but he wasn't going to push it. You were probably just more comfortable with being friends after all.

"Damn, my feet are still freezing," You'd complain quietly after a brief silence and Julian reacts without thinking about it.

"C'mere," He reached down to your ankle and grabbed it, gently coaxing your feet up onto the couch. You adjusted to the hold folding your legs off to the side. Your [E/C] eyes are filled with curiosity. He offered a smile before drawing your feet into his stomach, where he was more than warm enough to help bring you up to temp.

"When I was a kid, my grandmother would do this for me when I'd come inside after playing in the snow," He recalled the late nights he spent watching old movies with his grandmother, eating snacks and keeping warm and cuddled up together. Of course, she'd been plenty warmed up from the brandy she'd consumed time and time again.

That sweet smile of yours was back once again, but accompanying it was a pretty blush that colored your face perfectly. He couldn't help his mind when it wandered to a less wholesome thought. What would you look like, red and panting under him? What were other ways you of all people could let him warm you up?

"That's really sweet. She must have been one hell of a lady to raise someone as gentlemanly as you, Jules," You might have been somewhat teasing, but he felt warm from the compliment. She had been as good of a role-model as she could be, doing everything she could for not only him, but for Bubbles as well.

"Thanks, [Y/N]," He patted your blanket covered calf with his hand and left it there for a moment, idly tracing his thumb over your muscle in a soothing manner.

Things got quiet again as you both sat there, watching the screen with little interest in what was going on. Julian was far more focused on how good it felt to have you curled against him and to feel your legs move. You were warming up and you were tantalizingly soft. It was driving him crazy, but he was being good.

You didn't drink much of his Rum and Coke, but you did have a sip or two, just to stave off any lingering cold.

"Julian, can I ask you something?" You'd knocked him out of his thoughts with that soft inquiry. He looked at you and felt his stomach flip, seeing your uncertain look.

"Anything," It was one small word, but he put a lot of feeling behind it. It sat heavy between the two of you for a heart-beat. Time really seemed to slow as he felt the way you were starting to shake again. The way you bit your lip and fluttered your lashes, looking at him with those eyes. It really felt like you told him everything he needed to know through body language alone.

Julian leaned in, his dark eyes searching yours for a solid answer, something more than just the way your body was calling out for him.

"Do you like me, just as a friend?" He wanted to kiss the uncertainty right out of your mouth and swallow it. How could someone as beautiful and amazing as you be so unsure of what you did to him?

"More than that," His words came out softer, rougher as he tried to reign himself in. "Does that make you uncomfortable?" He didn't want to scare you. You didn't have a ride home, it was too cold to walk off. He didn't want to misread what was going on. He was playing it safe.

"No!" It was like you were yelping, like he’d hit you in the stomach with that simple question. It gave away how eager you were and Julian couldn’t help but chuckle when you clasped your dainty hand over your mouth. “No, I’m sorry. You could never make me uncomfortable. Well, not like that,” The words fell from your lips like snow from the sky. “So I do make you uncomfortable?” He was teasing you now, relishing in the fact that you’d made that first move. You’d been the one to bravely ask him just what he thought of you and it made you flustered. You weren’t uncomfortable and you didn’t feel unsafe. Good. He wouldn’t have been able to handle it otherwise. “I like you too, Julian,” Finally, you’d admit it yourself. You’d put it out there that you were interested in him and he was interested in you. It was like that last wall came tumbling down. It made you look bare and vulnerable and unsure. That just made him want to scoop you into his arms and show you just how sure he was of the situation. “So, what now,” You’d asked, looking to him for guidance. Those big, beautiful eyes drew him right in. He wasn’t going to answer you with flowery words, he was going to show you. Julian made slow moves, roping you into him with room enough to say no if you wanted to. His large palms felt right at home, gripping your thighs and tugging you to where you were seated firmly on his lap. That little gasp that left your lips only made him drag you down harder onto him, letting you feel just how much he liked you. “What do you want, [Y/N]?” He felt the way you were shaking against him, the way you tilted your pelvis to align yourself with him. As if he were a virgin again, you had him shuddering with his restraint. He palmed your thighs, rubbing them soothingly. “I-I mean, I want you, Julian, b-but not just, ah,” He couldn’t help but to rock himself up into your core when you admitted you wanted him. There was no missing that you wanted more though, so he stilled, his dark eyes searching yours again, wondering what had you hesitating. “I don’t just want to be a fling,” Of course you didn’t, he didn’t either. But, it wasn’t like he had a particularly strong history of long, stable relationships. He had more one-night stands than he did real girlfriends he’d kept in his life. How could you not see you were different than those other girls was lost on him. Both of his hands traced up from your thighs, jumping to smooth up your arms and to your neck. He savored touching you while he thought about just how deeply he wanted to reassure you. He traced a path up to your neck, where he threaded his fingers into your hair, his thumb resting on the slope of your jawline. You wouldn’t be able to look away if you tried. He met your gaze, dark brows set into a serious furrow. “Never. [Y/N], you could never be just a fling for me,” He admitted, his voice hoarse with desire and love. He didn’t want to give you a chance to respond. Gently, he pulled you into a solid, warm kiss. Your lips molded to his perfectly. Just slightly wet from how you’d licked it only moments before. He poured his passion and love for you into it, hoping to smooth out any worries that he wasn’t dead serious on how much he liked you. Julian pulled a weak moan from you when he pulled away, your lips sticking together for a split second, sending a firework of pleasure down his spine. He wanted to devour you. His big hand cradled your head as he went in for another kiss, mouth opening just slightly to mouth your lips, to trace your tongue with his own. Just the coupling, the breathy noises and moans he pulled from you were drowning out the sound of gunfire from the busted up looking television just behind you. Nothing could distract him from how perfect you felt seated on top of him. How delicious your lips were, how easily you opened up to him. How many times had he dreamt of this? Could he even count the times you’d been at the forethought of his mind when he’d jerked himself off in the shower? Now that you’d both been honest, he could make those wild

fantasies real. “Julian,” Your voice was quaking, full of lust and need that he felt hit right through him. If that wasn’t enough to tell him you needed more, the way you were grinding on his hard cock was. A near growl left the dark haired man as he greedily grasped your ass, hoisting you further onto him. He stood up with ease, the blanket covering the two of you quickly forgotten. Any previous cold having been ripped away by red-hot need. That squeal had him chuckling between your dainty kisses. He easily brought you down that narrow hall, taking just a moment to push you against the paneling to indulge in tasting you. His tongue was more than eager to tangle with your own, the sloppy noises louder still now that you were away from the TV. Back on the move, Julian kicked open his bedroom door, relishing in the way you giggled at how forceful he’d been. Instead of throwing you onto the bed, he moved all the way to it’s edge, lowering you down onto it like you were the most precious thing he’d ever held in his hands. “God, you are beautiful, [Y/N],” Julian rasped as he admired how perfect you looked on his bed, flushed and lips swollen from how excited the two of you had been to do something as simple as kiss. “Julian,” Your voice took a serious tone, your own brows ticking down as you reached up with your now warm hands, letting them rest on his face, thumb tracing along the sharply trimmed line of his beard. “Julian, you’re beautiful too, so handsome. I can’t believe you want me too,” You were gushing, about him of all people. Shaking his head, Julian took your hands into his own, placing a kiss on your knuckles. He allowed himself the chance to really look at you, just as you were. His heart filled with affection for you. For just the way you spoke to him, marveling at him. “I can’t believe an angel like you would want anything to do with a man like me,” Julian’s voice was low and dark as he leaned back in, dying for another taste of you. This time, things went further, his hands roaming eagerly while your mouths met passionately in their own special patterns. He squeezed your shoulders, massaged down your arms and to your stomach. Testing the waters, his thick fingers peaked under your flimsy shirt, stroking at the soft skin of your belly. The way your muscles flexed and you moaned made him take liberties, inching up your ribs to rub smooth, firm circles there. With your last chance squandered through a needy moan, Julian’s large hands cupped your breasts for a firm squeeze, savoring in a moment he’d imagined just a short time ago. Julian swallowed every needy noise you made as he massaged your breasts, his hips rolling down to meet your needy movements. All at once there was too much fabric in the way. You were pulling at his shirt as soon as he move away, pulling it off of his body and revealing his strong chest and shoulders. Just as excited, Julian hooked his thumbs into your shirt, pulling it up and hooking your bra with it, baring your chest to him in one smooth motion, proving just how experienced he was. God, you were a delicious sight. Your breasts heaving in the dim light of his room. Gravity knew what it was doing and it had Julian speechless. Before long, the temptation was too strong, he dove in for another kiss, smoothing over your shy features with a reassuring kiss. His lips were eager to move, leaving a damp trail of kisses down your jaw and neck. He licked at the dip of your clavicle and relished in the way you shook and gasped. Smirking up at you, dark eyes smoldering with lust, he licked a trail to your right breast, nipping at the flexible flesh he found there. Every little sensation was drawing up for the moment he took your nipple into his hot mouth, tongue lapping as he suckled. He made sure your left breast didn’t go unattended, his thick, rough fingers plucking at the pert tip, rolling the bud in between his fingers, toying with you as he enjoyed himself thoroughly. “God, Julian, your mouth is so warm,” You whimpered, egging him on, your legs curling

around his thighs, beckoning him in for more. But, yet again, there were too many clothes in the way. But, he was a practiced man, he wanted to rile you up. There was an art to getting a woman ready. He switched to the other nipple, leaving the right to tighten and harden in the cold air. Your fingers found his normally tidy black hair, mussing up the styling by tugging him closer. “P-please, stop teasing me,” You needed more, that much was obvious with how insistently you rolled up into him. He could feel just how hot and burning you were at your core, the heat between the two of you felt like it was enough to burn the clothes right from your body. Julian chuckled lowly, shaking his head as he pulled away from your breast. His eyes locked onto yours once more and he gave you a dark smirk. “No need to rush, [Y/N]. You’ll be here until your car is fixed after all,” He teased. You looked so cute when your covered your face, no doubt feeling embarrassed for your needy reaction. He took his time with you. He tasted you, licking a path down your ribs and your stomach, coming to the button of your pants. He didn’t take too long to pull off both them and your panties, revealing your glistening petals to the cool air. You groaned at the sensation and he marveled at just how beautiful you were. Thick fingers traced lazy circles into your inner thighs working their way to your core. He wasn’t ashamed as he looked at your folds, the way your clit was already swollen and eager from the bare minimum frotage. His thumbs swiped along the outer lips, pulling them apart, making way for his broad tongue as he licked a line up from your core to your clit, popping it into his mouth swiftly for a change of pace. You tasted delicious on his tongue, tart and sweet all at once. Greedily, he buried his face into your core, his tongue diving into your soft folds. The tight ring of your cunt was no match for him, the muscle pushed as deep into you as it could, the pad of his thumb taking up stroking your taut pearl in tandem with his thrusts. He listened to your moans as he worked you over, dragging more of your wetness out, preparing you for him. And when it sounded like you were just at your apex, he pulled away. “Oh god, Julian,” It was nearly scolding the way you said his name, but he wasn’t going to leave you wanting for long, deciding to instead unfasten his pants, eagerly ridding himself of his pants and underwear. He stood nude in front of you, taking his large, girthy dick into his hands, stroking it slowly at the debaucherous sight of you, of all people, spread out on his bed, all for him. “Please, I need you, I need you,” That could’ve nearly done him in there, just the way you were pleading for him. Telling him you needed him, and god did he need to be needed. The fact it was just in this way was icing on the cake. Not wasting anymore time, Julian’s hands gripped your hips, lining you up just the way he wanted you. He bent over and steadied himself, peppering your lips with kisses as he guided himself in. Already he could tell you were going to be a tight fit, there was going to be some discomfort, but not for long. It didn’t seem like you minded much, with how eagerly your heels dug into the strong muscle of his back, eager to sink him in. His swollen head pushed into you, sinking deeper with one slow push that had him groaning, his head tilting back as he savored the squeeze around his manhood. His free hand massaged lazily at your stomach as he sunk in. You let out the most tantalizing little grunts and moans, soft hisses as your body adjusted to take his massive size. “Soo big,” You whimpered. God if only you knew what you did to him with that tender little voice. He wanted to bury his cock in you forever and stay there until the day he died. Gritting his teeth, he pushed the last few inches in, steadily massaging you while holding himself back. It wasn’t until you tested the fit by rocking your hips back and forth that he finally allowed himself to take pure pleasure in your body. It wasn’t the

slow pace he’d initially wanted. No, as soon as he was in you, he realized how badly he needed this. For every smile and sweet word, he wanted to set a punishing pace. He wanted to completely fold you in half and hammer his way into your body and show just how badly he needed you. But, for the sake of your health, he set a steady pace. He leaned back to look at the place where your body met his and nearly came right there. “Fuck,” He cursed, staring at the lewd way your cunt was stretched out over his cock. “Sit up, just a bit, fuckin’ look at it,” He coaxed you into sitting up, his hand finding its way to the back of your neck again. Your eyes almost glazed over with how eagerly you looked at your coupling. Your plump, tantalizing lip was gnawed at between your pearly whites. Julian drew back his cock with a hiss, his head rolling back again, only to snap to attention, watching the show as he sunk back into your hot, silky insides. “You’re taking me so well, [Y/N]. You’re doing so good,” He grunted out praise after praise, his pace rocking steadily now, your wetness coating him and guiding him in with more ease. Finally, it seemed you couldn’t hold yourself up any longer, instead falling back to moan his name. He doubled over, catching himself again, bracing himself on either side of your head. His pace quickened, he could feel the way his balls slapped against your ass, damp from how wet you were. It made degenerate sounds, slapping skin against skin. It drove him up a wall, almost as much as your blissful expression. He burned the memory of you savoring his cock into the back of his mind, before hooking both of his hands under your knees. With his strength, Julian nearly folded you in half, angling you to where his cock would hit your deepest, most sensitive parts. When he found the place that made you sing loudest, he hammered into it. Not to be ignored, he hooked one of your legs over his shoulder, freeing up a hand so that he could reach between the two of you and work diligently at your little bud. “Oh god, oh god, Jules, Julian, fuck, fuck, fuck! I-I’m gonna cum,” And he could feel it when it started, the way you arched your back, your hips taking a mind of their own, jerking up to meet his deep thrusts. Your walls clenched so tightly around him he could barely pull away, but he managed to keep his pace, drilling into you. “Fuckin’ cum around me, cum around me, [Y/N], just like that, just like that,” He grunted, thrusting so hard he was shaking the bed beneath you, the sound only adding to the symphony of sex. The rush of sticky fluids made him pound that much harder into you. Your crying, writhing form the perfect state for him to hammer at until he felt his own familiar band pulling tight, eventually snapping as pleasure overwhelmed him. He didn’t pull out as his cum filled your tight little body. He empty his balls as deep into you as he could, his pulsing manhood twitching with every stream of the load. He only realized as he began to come down from his high he’d came right against your cervix. He shuddered out another low groan, joining your soft panting in the air. “Fuck, Julian, ah, hah. I love you,” You were unabashed now, looking at him with your dazed look, as if he were a god and not some backwater trailer park boy. “I love you too, so much,” He hung over you, his sweaty forehead coming to rest against yours. He breathed with you, coming down from his high to finally ease out of you, ignoring the mess he made in favor of pulling you into his arms. The air slowly quieted as you both lay there, basking in bliss, warm and naked despite no blanket. It was hard to believe that he’d been uncertain of your feelings for him. Just an hour ago, neither of you had been aware of just how quickly things would go. But, there were no regrets. Only love and a sense of safety.

#Trailer Park Boys #tpb julian #FRISKY CONTENT #under eighteen dni #canon/reader #canonxreader #imagine #one-shot #confessions #romance

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bestruction · 4 years ago

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How it’d be to watch animes with them

A/N: While i’m working on my Mikasa x reader royal au, this little idea came to my mind. I tried to put the links when i mentioned a specific scene and speak a little about the anime in case you don’t know it. So here it’s:

Warnings: Me exposing my otaku self, mentions of 18+ animes (Not hentais)

Eren - Kaguya-sama wa Kokurasetai: Tensai-tachi no Renai Zunousen (13+)

A / N: The main characters like each other, but none wants to confess because being the person who takes the first step would also represent being the defeated person. The anime develops in a series of plans that both elaborate to make the other confess their love.

Warnings: None

It was his idea to watch an anime together since the two of you liked it a lot. You saw no harm and agreed to go to sleep with your boyfriend on Friday night. So, you would have the dawn and the weekend to see everything.

“We could watch One piece! Everybody likes"

“In three days ?! We will not finish even if we do not take breaks ”

"Naruto then?"

“Haven't you seen it all five times or more?

"But it is a classic!"

"It is also too long!"

He would sulk when he saw you reject each of his suggestions for being too big animes. The truth was, he was trying to convince you to stay longer. After much searching in the catalog, you choose to watch a short comedy of 12 episodes.

Biggest mistake ever

Eren is already annoying by nature, and after watching Kaguya-sama's two seasons he would spend the day and night trying to get you to confess to him EVEN IF YOU'VE BEEN IN LOVE FOR TWO YEARS AND HE HAS BEEN THE FIRST TO DECLARE. HIT HIM, PLEASE.

"Do you think that using such a low trick will make me give in?"

“Eren, I just got out of the shower. What trick? Wear an outfit? ”

“Showing off your skin won't make you win”

If you wanted to play with him, great. You are going to spend the day in this little game until he gets tired and just hugs you or something because he can't spend a lot of time without touching you. But if you didn't want to, just you could use that touchy side of him against him too.

"Maybe I shouldn't show you anything else then"

"Yes, of course, do- Wait what?"

"You heard"

“NO, BABE! YOU WON! I CONFESS! I LOVE YOU"

Watching anime with him would be quite an experience. For being very verbal, Eren would be the type of person who doesn't shut up watching anything. Especially, something that makes him laugh. You would see him laughing out loud and throwing himself back on the couch or on you, whether you were with him or not. You may even complain, but it would be fun to see him react to everything as immediately and naturally as an unfiltered child.

He will sing ALL the openings for the rest of the days around the house until you are humming some without realizing it.

For some reason, can I imagine him doing Chika dance ?? Yes, please film this big bear dancing like a little girl.

Levi - Death parade

A / N: Do you want to cry and hurt yourself? This is the right place. Death Parade is a story about what happens after death. The characters are sent to mysterious bars where they will be judged to decide the fate of the souls themselves. (18+)

Warnings: Suicide, depressive themes, mentions of rape and domestic violence

I don't see Levi watching many animes. In fact, I don't see him watching much anything at all. He would be the type of person who can't spend a lot of time in front of the television without feeling like he's wasting time. Which would result in a very selective and demanding taste.

He would always read the reviews about the film, and after watching it, he would make his own. Ever. No exceptions. Unlike Impossible-to-be-quiet-Eren, Levi would be silent to be able to capture and understand all the details. This is interesting because getting his attention is a difficult task. But once it's done, he is 100% focused on the story and immersed in the characters.

So, after reading about it, he would agree to watch Death Parade with you.

He would have low expectations at first, and if the anime failed to hold his very difficult attention in three episodes, he wouldn't even try with the rest.

So when in the first episode, all suspense and doubts left to the viewer entered Ackerman's head, he would finish the other 11 without realizing it.

As a rational person, he would love things that make him think and reflect on the proposed theme. In the case: Life and death.

For some reason, I imagine him as someone who would like to study and read philosophy as a hobby and that he would love Nietzsche? So, you could expect deep conversations after each episode.

But without any arrogance, humanity's strongest soldier might not be the most talkative man in humanity, but surely when he opened his mouth to it, it wouldn’t be to show himself off with something that he knows and you don’t. On the contrary, he would be more than happy to explain if you asked and added your opinion.

He wouldn't cry, but he would be touched by the way the emotions were shown and created in the characters.

He would probably see the scene where Decim cries more than once for being impressed with how the pain of a character who is supposedly not flesh and blood is expressed so well.

And after the anime is over, you would always see him listening to the music of the ice skating scene around the house while doing something.

When you were finished watching everything, you would talk again about the anime. You lying on his chest and he touching his hair, smelling him.

"Do you believe in reincarnation, Levi?"

“If so, I wouldn't go back to this shit a second time. No matter what they offered me ”

"Levi!"

"Unless it was to have you again"

“What a cliché” He would roll his eyes after hearing your response “But I like clichés”

Again, he wouldn't cry, but he would be thinking about how ephemeral things can be, including being alive. Then you can expect a more touchy Levi for a few days.

Jean - Banana Fish

N / A: Another one to cry and get hurt. Banana Fish is way more than just a story about one character just is hard to define. So in case, you didn’t watch it, here’s the trailer. (18+)

warnings: pedophilia, rape, violence, drugs, your heart being destroyed

You know that guy who says that no yaoi is good, it's just a way to feed a bunch of fujoshi and stuff like that? Jean. It's him. I just know it. So when you suggested Banana Fish and said it was a BL / yaoi, he would probably laugh and ignore the idea.

But after insisting a little and showing him the many compliments that both the anime and the manga received, he would accept.

At first, he wouldn't pay much attention. He really thought it would be just another bad anime. But by the end of the first episode, he would be too involved in the story to stop.

I think he would love crime novels for the same reason that Levi: To think. Try to find out how things are going to end and pick up any clues that the author has left about the ending. So the plot would hold him so much because he would make a ton of theories about the end.

He will ship Ash and Eiji with all his soul. I mean, how can he not ship? To see an anime in which the physical touch between the couple doesn't really happen and still builds a well-developed and healthy relationship would be a new experience for him.

Jean is somewhat similar to Eren in this respect. So you can expect to see him huffing in anger, cursing one of the characters, throwing a pillow away, or using it to hide a tear or two that he would let go of you. The kind of person who gets emotionally involved with the things he watches.

He would cry an entire river after watching the last episode and deny it later.

“I was not crying. The cushion fabric made my eyes itch a lot ”

Show him again and he will cry the same amount and intensity

Armin - Haikyuu

A / N: Considering all the texts on Tumblr for haikyuu characters, I’m pretty sure you know what anime it’s lol (10+)

Armin is an otaku with a license card and no one can change my mind. He would probably start watching it as a child. So, his first animes would be everyone's classics: Naruto, Dragon Ball Z, Bleach, etc.

So it would be normal that as the vast majority, he would continue to have a preference for shounen when he grew up. So it would be your idea to see Haikyuu.

He would have low expectations because he thought it would be just another anime with cute characters for everyone to be thirsty as an inverted harem. And also because the synopsis does not create a strong impression, especially for those who consume shounen daily.

"So we are just gonna see a little boy trying to catch a ball?"

“It's gonna be good! Everyone is talking about it now ”

"Does he have some superpower?"

"No"

"Something scary?"

"Armin, just give a chance!"

He would like it. Did I say he would like it? Because he would love it. The atmosphere created and well developed with such a simple plot would hold his attention well. (Is it possible to dislike Hinata in the first episode?)

It would be a great anime for him to watch because 1. It is different from what he usually sees. Unlike shounen, Haikyuu deals only with real and tangible scenarios. Of course, still with that touch of anime, but it is very easy to recognize yourself in the characters and learn from them and therefore reflect on yourself as well.

It would be great to make him think about his own insecurities and how most of them were inside his head.

He would be so immersed in the anime universe that he would have to pause the game scenes because he would be too nervous waiting for the ball to fall.

You will probably see him taking a deep breath in each drawing scene of the characters and see him truly cheering for the team as if it were a real national game.

More than that, you will see his eyes full of tears when Yamaguchi hit the serve in the match against Aoba johsai.

In fact, Yamaguchi would be his favorite character. No discussions.

"I said it would be good"

"Shut up"

"Make me"

Mikasa - Heaven’s official blessing

A / N: I'm going to leave the trailer here because I don't know how to define it very well. It's a novel, but the story doesn't focus ONLY on that. (14+)

Okay, you didn't suggest. She did not suggest. So how do you end up watching together? You catch her watching when you come home by surprise lol

Until then, you would know that she watched some anime, but nothing romantic. Never. In fact, that was her little secret.

Although common sense is that Mikasa would be cold even in a modern au (and I agree in parts). I think she would be the type of person who loves to see the sweetest and softest things to melt alone on the couch without anyone seeing. A moment for herself and a part of her that she would not show to anyone.

You would already know about her romantic side, but seeing her under the covers sighing while watching the Netflix special episode is a totally different story.

Please don’t mock her!!. She would be red enough by the time she was discovered.

When she was less shy, she would ask if you want to watch with her. She would say she saw no problem watching it with you again since doing it with you would be a different experience.

If you accept, you would spend the rest of the night in the room sharing a blanket and absorbing the soft atmosphere, the soundtrack, and the Chinese culture so present in history.

She would not speak a lot because she was paying attention, but she would hug you all the time. In the romantic scenes, she would tighten her arms around you a little and sometimes left a kiss on your shoulder.

I think she could relate to Hua Cheng's way of loving. He is always there to protect, care for and see his lover even if sometimes Xie Lian doesn't even know.

And that is what she wants to show you, that more than a girlfriend, she is also someone you can count on.

Days later, you will see her reading the rest of the work around the house because she couldn't stand to wait for a second season.

And later, SURELY melting and vibrating while watching Mo Dao Zu Shi.

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thealexchen · 3 years ago

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So we've discussed Chenrich headcanons, it stands within reason that Luchen should be given the same love and attention: Any personal headcanons for Luchen as a couple? How would their dynamic as a couple be? How could you picture basic interactions between them to be like? Any personal ideas of how they interact with one another, cheer each other up, keep one another grounded, expressions of affection, and other things? Would love to hear your ideas! :D

Oh, absolutely! Chenrich is cute but Luchen would definitely be the whole dorky “two kids in love” vibe :D

Right off the bat, Alex relates to Ryan’s quiet introversion, and his inner calm balances out her emotional volatility. At the same time though, Ryan’s a silly teddy bear of a guy, and he makes her laugh just as much as he keeps her grounded, present, and comfortable. He’s also just so incredibly easy to trust, and Alex not only confides in him about her powers first in the trailer, but also her deepest fears, dreams, and hopes. He always listens quietly and never judges or pries, which Alex deeply appreciates. “I feel like I can tell you anything. You’re a good listener,” Alex says after only knowing him for a short time.

Ryan is spare with physical touch and doesn’t initiate it much (he’s so startled when Alex hugs him that he barely knows how to react), but he showers Alex in affectionate gestures and words. He tells her “I really care about you” and “You’re the most amazing person I’ve ever met” in pre-release material, and that holds true whether platonically or romantically. He doesn't exactly "flirt" (he's a bit too clumsy for that), but his words are always simple but sweet: “You look beautiful.” “I love your taste in music." “I could listen to you sing forever.” He never hesitates to ask if Alex is okay, even in public. Alex feels every compliment in her heart because she knows Ryan always speaks with the utmost sincerity. Even Ryan’s touch is firm and grounding: a steady hand on her shoulder, a long, tight hug that says “I’m here for you,” or Ryan’s fingers interlocked with hers that remind her that she deserves love and happiness. As they grow closer, she finds herself reaching for Ryan’s arm or hand when she’s anxious, and Ryan is always there to squeeze her hand back.

Ryan loves making Alex laugh, and somehow Alex loves Ryan’s bizarre sense of humor— I mean, she even giggled when Ryan said “And this dude hands me the best… beers?” Internally, I bet Alex cringes and thinks “Oh God, can I make it any more obvious?” But once they’re firmly established friends, he'll text her memes from across the record store just so he can hear her burst out laughing from the other room. Even when they're sitting together, Alex resting against Ryan’s side, Ryan will wordlessly text Alex a meme and then she's laughing so hard she's shaking, her face pressed into Ryan's shoulder. Alex (because of Steph’s influence) also grows to enjoy pulling harmless pranks on Ryan. Even though he’s a burly park ranger, he startles easily, so Alex gets a kick out of just rounding a corner and shouting “HELLO!” And Alex may be an introvert, but she has to draw the line somewhere, and she will roast Ryan for preferring nature to social events: “You’d rather go hiking than watch my first big gig? With Steph? I’m devastated. I will never recover from this."

Their dynamic as a couple is basically every chivalrous trope. We already see him hold Alex’s hand as she steps over some rubble. Ryan holds open doors, pulls out chairs, and wordlessly drapes his coat over Alex’s shoulders when he notices her shivering. Who said chivalry is dead? While physical affection is sparse, when it’s romantic, it becomes extravagant: slow dances, swinging hugs that sweep Alex off her feet, long kisses that make the rest of the world just fall away. When Alex kisses him, she pulls ever so slightly on his shirt collar to bring him down to her lips. It’s so dreamy, she can hardly believe it’s real.

When Ryan rattles off more nature trivia or gives hiking tips, Alex always says, “You are such a park ranger.” For example: “Actually, bread crumbs can pollute the water and encourage algal bloom. It’s better to let the ducks fend for themselves.” “Ugh, you’re such a park ranger.” Or, “Hey, did you know this variety of mushrooms is edible? Gabe actually added them to a stir fry once; you should try it!” “Whoa, that’s cool! You’re such a park ranger!” Or, “Careful, there was a landslide here a little while ago. You should probably go around.” “Thanks! You’re such a park ranger!"

But in a more serious moments, Ryan is there for Alex to balance out her emotional volatility. When Alex goes too far with a fear nova and Ryan finds her having a panic attack, he sits her down, holds her hands, and guides her through a breathing exercise. When Alex’s vision finally clears, she gasps, “I thought I was dying. How did you do that?”

“Trained in CPR and first aid,” Ryan says. “With some panic responses thrown in. You really scared m—“

“God, you are such a park ranger,” Alex says, before wrapping her arms around him in a grateful hug (or pulling him in for a kiss).

And when Alex’s grief gets to be too much and she has to cry, she feels safest when she’s in Ryan’s arms. It’s the closest feeling to her brother’s embrace. As if he’s still here.

#anxiety tw #life is strange true colors #listc #life is strange #lis #lis: tc #luchen #ryan lucan #alex chen #lis headcanons #true colors #life is strange true colours #life is strange: true colors #life is strange 3 #anon #answered asks

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hartigays · 3 years ago

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I’m laughing thinking about Ward going through the 5 stages of grief after learning Rafe has a boyfriend

ward cameron when rafe tells him he’s a raging homosexual:

fic under the cut!!

the dinner table is silent, save for the noises of forks and knives clinking against porcelain.

rafe stares down at his steak, mouth watering but refusing to eat it. he has plans later, after all, and steak is not kind to his bowels, despite how delicious it may be going down.

his bowels do not need to be in a twist for what’s in store for him later.

barry would probably murder him in the front yard of his trailer - it has been a week since they’ve been able to see each other, after all. and as barry had so eloquently put it on the phone earlier, rafe needs to be prepared to be “taken down to pound town, back around, and down again”.

not like anyone at the table needs to know this, but rafe imagines he’ll get questions soon enough about his lack of enthusiasm towards his meal.

almost as if she could read his mind, rose fixes rafe with a calculating look and asks, “rafe, why aren’t you eating? that’s a perfectly good steak, i don’t want it going to waste.”

going to waste, rafe thinks with an internal snort. everything in this house goes to waste - it’s just part of living on figure eight. everything is disposable, everything is replaceable.

“rafe, eat your steak,” ward insists with a sigh, not looking up from his plate. “i’m not in the mood tonight.”

in the mood for what, rafe has no idea. ward is acting like rafe is a fussy 4-year-old who he has to constantly battle with to eat his peas, when in reality ward couldn’t give less of a shit about what rafe does or says or eats on a daily basis, so long as it’s not making the family look bad.

the thought alone has rafe gritting his teeth, glaring across the table at his sorry excuse for a father.

“i’m not hungry,” rafe lies, folding his arms across his chest.

ward sighs again, like this 2-second conversation has pained him greatly, still not looking up. “i’m not arguing with you, rafe. eat the damn steak or leave the table. no one is in the mood for your sulking.”

rafe makes a face, then rolls his eyes. “i’m not sulking. but whatever, i have to be somewhere anyway.”

he scoots his chair back, ignoring sarah eyeing him warily from the seat adjacent to his.

“be somewhere? it’s almost nine,” rose questions. she raises her brows at rafe expectantly.

rose is looking at him like the stern stepmother she pretends to be, acting like she actually gives a shit where rafe is going, when the question was really only asked to ensure that whatever rafe is doing, it won’t reflect poorly on everyone else.

never mind that rafe is nearly 20 years old and can go wherever he pleases. he’s also gotten sick of this notion that every move he makes will somehow make them all look bad and tear the family apart. despite the fact that sarah is the one who’s openly dating a pogue, one who’s basically a walking red flag.

barry may live on the cut, but at least he doesn’t brand himself the king of pogueland.

rafe narrows his eyes at rose before making a split-second decision.

“well, my boyfriend gets off work late, so yeah. i have somewhere to be at nine,” rafe says offhandedly, like it’s no big deal, like everyone already knew he was a massive fruit who’s been on his knees for his local coke dealer for the past six months.

the sounds of silverware clattering onto plates fills the room, and rafe feels ridiculously satisfied with himself for getting a reaction. he loves to see these idiots squirm.

he’d rather see them all choke on rat poison, but barry is insistent that he won’t continue fucking rafe if he goes off and kills his whole family.

barry is lucky rafe loves him, because honestly, not being allowed to murder people who irritate him is kind of a buzzkill.

“you- who- your what?” ward sputters, the first to break the heavy silence.

“my boyfriend,” rafe repeats slowly, enunciating, treating ward like he’s the stupid, petulant child he constantly claims rafe is.

rafe watches ward’s face go from pale, to pink, to violently red. there’s a set to his jaw and rafe just knows ward would give anything to leap across the table and wring rafe’s neck right this very moment.

“no, nope, absolutely not,” ward snaps, furious in his denial. “not my son. no.”

“ward- ” rose starts, but ward cuts her off with a swift wave of his hand.

“do you realize how this will look for us if anyone finds out?” ward spits, holding his fork in a white-knuckle grip.

sarah actually speaks up on rafe’s behalf, which is probably the most shocking reaction rafe has gotten so far.

“dad, come on. it’s 2021,” she says with a sigh, shaking her head. “besides, rafe being gay is probably one of the only good things about him. or, wait, are you bi? or gay?”

sarah questions rafe casually, like this information doesn’t come as any kind of shock to her. rafe makes a mental note to revisit that later, along with her comment about it being one of his only good traits. she’s looking at him almost in earnest, and for a brief moment rafe is transported back to a time when he actually liked his sister.

“not that it’s any of your business,” rafe starts, glancing at her, “but i’m gay. thanks for asking. anyway, like i said, i have somewhere to be, so- ”

“not a big deal?” ward hisses, cutting him off, clearly still stuck on sarah’s surprising defense of rafe’s sexuality. “not a big deal? sarah, it’s- no, see? no. we aren’t talking about this.”

Despite his own declaration, Ward continues, “what about all those girls? all those girls you hung around with? the ones you brought around? you know you can still have them over from time to time. i know we talked about respect and responsibility, but i suppose a man does need to let loose every now and then, and if it’ll help- ”

this time, rafe is the one to cut ward off, not in the mood for his pathetic attempt at bargaining.

“dad. dad. i’m gay,” rafe says firmly. “forget about the girls. it wasn’t what you thought.”

ward opens and closes his mouth several times, trying to form some sort of coherent response. then, he buries his face in his hands, groaning.

“why is it always something with you, rafe?” ward mumbles through his hands, sounding defeated. “can we not just have one day? one day without your life overshadowing everything we’ve worked towards?”

rafe rolls his eyes at ward’s dramatics. “how does me liking dick ruin anything for this family?”

“rafe, wheezie is right here!” rose admonishes. wheezie just chokes on her water, refusing to meet anyone’s eyes.

“sorry, wheeze,” rafe tells her, feeling only a little bad. “but i’m just saying. half the guys on figure eight go both ways. it’s seriously not a big deal.”

ward finally looks up at rafe, crossing his arms before staring for a long stretch. long enough that rafe starts to turn to go, itching to get away and back to the one person who doesn’t make him want to rip his hair out.

“fine,” ward finally says just as rafe turns on his heel. “fine. but don’t- don’t expect me to meet him. or like him. and for the love of god, don’t bring him to important events. whoever he is, he’s bound to draw attention.”

that’s very, very true. and rafe has every intention of dragging barry to the next auction or gala or what the fuck ever, clad in one of his stupid sleeveless t-shirts and basketball shorts and his hair in a messy, tangled bun - the whole nine yards.

he’s dying to see the look on ward’s face when he shows up to some black-tie event with barry the cocaine king slash dirty mechanic slash army vet in tow.

“so is that it?” rafe asks, sounding bored even to his own ears. “can i go now?”

ward still looks like he wants to slam his head through the nearest window, but he nods. accepting the truth that rafe has forcibly laid out before him, albeit reluctantly.

rafe nods back, turning and walking away with his hands stuffed in his pockets, whistling a tune that’s far too cheerful given the looks on everyone’s faces as he exits the dining room.

his favorite is ward’s, still looking angry and defeated and resigned to his acceptance of rafe’s preferences all at once. rafe hops onto his motorbike, yanking on his helmet with a smile.

barry will be proud of him, he thinks. not only did he finally come out to his family, but he also didn’t feed them rat poison during the process.

baby steps. he’s taking them one at a time, very carefully, and he thinks that’s something at least.

maybe barry will reward him for his efforts, rafe wonders, just before revving his bike to life and speeding off the property.

rafe deserves a reward, in his own personal opinion. and after all, his opinion is the only one that matters, really.

maybe barry’s, too, but only when it suits rafe. if that happens to be more often than rafe would care to admit, well. that’s between him and Jesus.

the night air is cool as it whips around him, and rafe looks forward to the warmth of barry and his shitty little trailer, not sparing a single thought about the mess he just left in his wake.

rafe presses harder on the gas, heading towards home.

#rafebarry #outer banks #i hope this along the lines of what u were wanting nonnie!!#thank u for the req mwah 💋#my fics #ask #anon

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3vieg3ni3 · 2 years ago

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The Bad Guys!

I recently watched "The Bad Guys" and did some drawing but they are mostly before because when I saw the trailer drop I was so excited for it to come out but I didn't start drawing them yet until I watched the feature videos and the 6minutes of it on YouTube as well as DreamWorks TikTok videos of them so yeah!

Also please note that I do not draw anthro morphic animals/furry's? a lot and I'm still working on it.

I did doodles of them for the first time, trying to get there structures and features right

I also made an OC, her name is Roxanne Jones Retriever and she is Black Scottish (she is a chocolate Golden retriever and is sometimes mistaken for a Labrador Retriever, reasons for why I made her Scottish is because Golden Retrievers origin are from the Scottish Highlands and I thought it would fit her 😊)

She and snake have some bad history together, tension between them are thicker than icing on a cake. Even though it doesn't look like it on the drawings I was still figuring out her character and personality, I have some of it down, like with Snake and Her having this from Friends, to Enemies, to Friends, then Lovers.

I low-key think that they always have these old couple arguments that have sass, some petty insults with a dash of flirting/teasing from both sides lol

Yes I ship Roxanne with Snake. She's 3 years younger than him. Fight me.

She works along side with Governor Diane Foxington after she retired from the Navy, after the deal with Professor Marmalade and Wolf, she volunteered to be the Bad Guys parole officer to keep a close eye on them incase they step out of line. (Even though Chief Luggins wanted to Roxanne wanted to help her relax more)

Tyrese is the Blue Heeler (this is him in development phase as I thought he should be a Retriever to but thought I should change it and shake it up a bit), as I don't have a fully figured out name for the other one as a default I'll use Abed, who is my favorite character from Community and always shall be, he is Pakistani American! They are both the adopted sons of Roxanne and she loves them to death, and will hurt/kill anyone who harms her babies.

I see a good dynamic between them and the crew

Personal head cannons

Piranha being that chaotic big brother who get into trouble the most

Shark being the gentle big guys he is as the responsible, chilled out guy

Wolf showing them the moves and how to be cool, helping with popularity and etc. in school

Tarantula being that sister that just sits and watches stuff on her phone letting them do anything they want, possibly joining in (in my opinion)

Snake, I have feeling that he'd also be like Tarantula but knows when to get serious. Father-sons relationship.

I am still figuring out designs for Roxanne and Tyrese and still working on how to draw the Bad Guy and Diane better same goes for Officer Luggins and the News lady (I forgot her name sorry)

Also Spamton and Kris from Deltarune!

With Toby :3

Credit to the quotes/some of the writing is to my Best Friend Dani!

Hope you all have a great day/night!

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eideticmemory · 5 years ago

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PERFORMANCE | MATTHEW GRAY GUBLER

Description: You film a sex scene with Matthew Gray Gubler, and have a big urge to try it off camera.

Word Count: 2,953.

Rating: M.

Warning/Includes: Sexual intercourse, choking, 18 year age gap between adults.

You filmed the sex scene in one take.

The cool air trailed over your bare breasts as you laid against the bed, Matthew’s torso between your legs, his lips on your neck. You had never done a sex scene before, but you knew it shouldn’t have felt this good. You knew your moans should’ve been fake, your facial expressions exaggerated, your body working in an absentminded rhythm. But you found yourself trembling, weak, releasing breathy moans into his ear. All from the feeling of Matthew creating friction between your legs. In an unscripted moment, he gropped your boobs in his hands, and the force sent your back arching. You became so focused on the sensation of his body, the heat trapped under the duvet cover, and his lips as they pressed against yours, the eyes of the crew were drowned out - long forgotten.

When the director yelled “cut!” you pined for Matthew’s lips, the sudden loss of them leaving a bitter feeling in your stomach. Holding eye contact with him, you allowed him to help you out of bed. He promptly handed you your robe, and you couldn’t help but watch as he began to put on his own. Your eyes raked down his body, studying his skin, his torso, his chest, his hips. Your arms folded over your chest to hold the clothing in place, you quickly removed yourself from set and disappeared for the rest of the day.

It would be hours before you got over the feeling. The intensity, the passion, and the pure embarrassment of allowing to let yourself get carried away. It was silly to think a man, of Matthew’s status and age, would find a way to express any sexual attraction towards you. It was wildly unprofessional of you, not to mention completely inappropriate considering the 18 year age gap. But, fuck, you couldn’t help but think about it.

After a substantial amount of time locked away in your dressing room, you finally gathered the courage to head out and head home. You kept your head down as you went to exit the set, eyes trained on your feet. Headphones in, you weren’t sure someone had called your name, but you still stopped in your tracks. When you turned around, one earbud in your hand, you saw Matthew, racing over to you.

“Hey,” he smiled. “You going home?”

“Yeah,” you shrugged. “Tired.”

“Aw, man,” he sighed. “I was hoping we could, uh, run some lines together? Prepare for tomorrow’s shoot? But if you’re tired, then—“

“I’m not tired,” you interrupted him. The words flowed from your mouth before you could catch them. “We can run lines. That’s-that’s cool.”

He gave you a soft smile, his eyes peering into yours. “Awesome. My trailer?”

You gave him a speechless nod, still attempting to catch your breath at the sight of him. You followed him into his dressing room, with him opening the door for you to grant you entrance. You stepped in shyly, and set your bag down on the couch.

“Nice place you got here,” you said.

He closed the door behind himself and laughed, “Thank you.”

You dug your script out of your purse and sat down beside the accessory, flipping through the pages awkwardly. “So, what scenes did you want to rehearse?”

“How about,” he whispered, holding his own script in his hands. “Our second love scene?”

You cut your eyes up at him, your breath caught in your throat, “You teasing me?” You pouted.

“Teasing you about what?” He smirked.

You shyly shook your head, and looked down at your toes as he took a seat beside you. “I’m sorry,” you whispered. “Sorry if I made you uncomfortable.”

Matthew’s eyes went wide, the shock of yours words having him taken aback. “Uncomfortable? [y/n],” he chuckled under his breath. “You made me...the complete opposite of uncomfortable. I might have been, um, a little too comfortable. It’s a sex scene. It happens.”

“What do you do...um, when-when it does happen?” You couldn’t bring yourself to look him in the eye, but you could see he was smiling.

“Just rehearse,” he shrugged. “Get aquatinted with the other until you fall into your own groove.”

“Wow,” you looked up at him, a sly smile on your face. “So much wisdom.”

“Is that a jab at my age, kid?” He gasped, trying to keep from laughing. “Because I gotta tell you, that hurts.”

“No, no,” you shook your head. “So, let’s get aquatinted then. Um, page 67?” You asked, pinning the paper in your script.

He nodded, “Yep. So, again, we have to improvise the scene. The initiation, the tension, the act itself.”

“Right. So...how should we start?”

“Hm...” he hummed. “Can you start reading your lines? We can do some quick improv.”

You shrugged, “Sure.”

You set your script down and began to recite the words from memory, staring at the space across from you as directed, and putting on a somber face. “I don’t know why you came here,” you murmured, presenting a voice on the verge of breaking. “You want to sit here and pretend to care about me, when we both know that’s not the case—“

Matthew watched you for a long time before he started kissing your neck, “I wanted to see you,” he breathed against your skin. “I had to see you.”

You draw in a shaky breath, feeling Matthew’s hand on your leg. “Had to see me? See me? You-you haven’t called me since...since....” You trailed off, Matthew’s lips now tracing your jaw with soft kisses. His mouth felt nice. Like it was meant to be on your body.

“You okay, [y/n]?” Matthew whispered in your ear. By now, your bodies were pressed together, your shoulder leaning into his chest as his hand moved to your inner thigh.

“Yeah,” you replied. “I’m fine.”

“You don’t get touched often, do you?” He asked.

You sucked in a sharp breath, and only shook your head no in response.

“How?” He kissed your cheek. “You’re so beautiful.”

“I’ve never...” You licked your lips. “Never...never, um...”

He pulled away from you instantly, his eyes concentrated on your face. “You’re a virgin?”

You looked away as you nodded. “And please don’t give me the whole ‘22-year-old-virgin’ speech. I know it’s lame.”

“Hey, look at me,” He pressed his fingertips into your chin and lifted your head up. “It’s not lame. Not at all.”

“However,” you spoke quickly. “I’m-I’m not entirely attached to this virginity. I’ve been meaning to get rid of it, actually.”

He looked at you for a moment, and scoffed, “[y/n]...”

“What?” You whined, turning to face him. “Did you not see me earlier? I’m a complete mess for you.”

“I don’t want you to regret this. I don’t want you to feel pressured or uncomfortable or anything like that. And I don’t want you to regret choosing me.”

You stood to your feet, calmly positioning yourself in front of him. You pulled your shirt over your head and dropped it to the floor, your bra following. You began massaging your breast as he watched. “I could kind of tell...that maybe, you liked these.”

He bit his lip, “Fuck, [y/n].”

You boldly straddled his lap, pressing your boobs into his chest. “I...I don’t want to pretend anymore.”

“You...have no idea what you’re getting yourself into,” he whispered. “At all.”

You placed a sweet kiss to his lips, “Show me. Please?”

So, he did. He kissed you, fiercely, and had you laid out on the couch in seconds. He expertly removed your shorts and panties, tossing them to the other side of the room. His enjoyed the view of your body as he kneeled down between your legs. “You’re so beautiful,” he told you. “And so lucky.”

“Lucky?”

“Yeah,” he nodded. His finger presses against your clit and rubbed you in small circles. “Because I’m taking it easy on you tonight.”

You gulped, and started pant at the small touch. You watched him as he leaned down and kissed your labia. “You’re already so wet,” he commented. He drew a finger over your slit, “Here, see?” He placed the covered fingers against your bottom lip and you instinctively opened your mouth to suck on it.

“Good girl,” he purred. “Perfect.”

He dove his head in and ate you out. There's something about the way Matthew does it. Like he's starving. Like he's dying and you’re the cure. Like he's in the desert and you’re the only drink of water. He devours you. Completely buries his face and presses his tongue down with so much force, it sends chills up your spine. His hands are tight on your thighs as his tongue encircles one spot on your clit, the one he knows drives you wild.

Embarassingly quickly, your orgasm built in your stomach. When you first noticed it, you began to pull at Matthew’s hair. Push his head away, clench your thighs together. But he only responded by swatting your hands away, putting one hand around both your wrists and the other on your breast.

“M-Matthew,” you whimpered. “Ah, fuck, I—“

He looked up at you, his eyes peering into your soul from under his eyelashes. He sped up the velocity of his tongue, the muscle applying immense pressure to your bundle of nerves.

“Mm,” you whined, attempting to pull your hands from his grasp - no success. “Please, please, please.”

You tried so hard. So hard. But it was good, and it was Matthew, and you came. His name falling off of your lips and your chest heaving up and down. He rolls his tongue along your slit, the stickiness covering his mouth. He stared up at you, hungrily, “So, so lucky.” He whispered.

Matthew pulled a condom from his pocket, and hovered over you as he pulled his pants down to his thighs and released his cock. You licked your lips, to which he gave you a knowing smile. Condom on, he sat beside you on the couch, “Ride me.” He commanded.

“What?” You murmured. “I-I don’t know how to do that.”

He chuckled, “I’ve got you, just come sit on my dick.”

How can you say no to that? You sat up and straddled his lap once again, body shaking with anxiety.

“You okay?” He asked.

You nodded, holding yourself up on his shoulders. His hands guided your hips as you slowly, very slowly, sunk down onto his cock, the length and girth filling you up. You let out a vulnerable whine, biting onto your lip.

“Stay with me, babygirl,” he said. “You’re doing so good.”

With his erection fully buried inside your, you fell against his body, sitting completely still. He asked if you were okay again, and you replied by sitting up, looking him in the eye and saying a quiet, “Yes.”

“Okay,” he whispered. His hands gripped onto your ass, waiting to guide you. “So, you’re just gonna raise your hips up, like this,” he pushed your thighs up, his cock pulling out of you about halfway. “And then you’re gonna come back down.” He relaxed his arms, allowing you to take his length back inside of you.

Immediately adjusting to the movement, you started to bounce on him, slowly, awkwardly, and he loved it.

“Oh, yeah,” he moaned, leaning back to watch you. “Fuck yeah. There you go, baby. You got it.”

You smiled at the encouragement and absentmindedly started to rock your hips faster, the sensation of his dick sending you into a trance.

“Fuck, fuck,” he swore. “Your pussy is so, so fucking good. Give it to me, beautiful, give it all to me. I want it.”

That’s when you lost yourself. You supported yourself by placing your palms on his chest and continued to ride him, quickly, eagerly. Beads of sweat formed on your forehead and you couldn’t stop your jaw from dropping. You’d been touched by other guys, kissed by other guys, eaten out by other guys. But it wasn’t like this. Nothing was ever like this.

"Look at me," he said. "Look at me."

There's a hint of pleading in his voice, but just enough power to compel you to open your eyes.

“Let me pound you,” he requested. “Hm? Let me make you come on my dick, huh?”

And before you could fully nod, he stilled your hips, grasping them in his hands and angled himself before slamming into you. You threw your head back and let out a guttural moan. Shivers racked your body as his hips picked up this new momentum, fucking you so hard and so fast that the couch wobbled.

“Ah! A-Ah!” You cried out.

“C’mon, [y/n], you can take it. Say you can take it.”

“I-“ you stuttered. “I can take it. I can take it.”

“Mhm, yes, you can.”

Staring into Matthew's eyes while he's pounding into you is a religious experience. When you open your eyes and make that first bit of contact, his jaw drops and this strangled moan came out.

"Is this good?"

"Yes."

"Tell me it's good."

"H--huh—fu--it's good."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

"How good?"

"So good."

"Say it again."

"S--so good."

It is. It's so good. He buried his face in your neck, making the loudest groans possible against your skin. And you felt his tongue licking from the base of your neck to the edge of your jaw, slimy and icky and drool dripping down your skin. So dirty, so disgusting, Jesus christ. He knows the spot. The one right on your jaw line that sends you over the edge. And he sucks on it endlessly while one hand begins to play with your boob, teasing the nipple between his fingers. Then there’s his tongue again, making it's way to your ear.

"Say my name."

"Oh, my G--god."

"Say it." And he nibbled on your ear. Your eyes rolled back. "Who's fucking you?"

"M-M-Matthew."

"Who?"

"M--fuck-Matthew."

He found your clit, such ease, such speed. He presses his middle finger down, the pressure alone making you squeeze his bicep with all your strength. You squeaked, you gasped, you trembled, you tensed up. "Fu-ck."

And he rubbed in circles, quick, hard. Hard.

"A-ah. Fuck. M—Matthew, please." There were tears in your eyes. Literal tears. He looked at you and wiped them away, not breaking the gaze for a second.

"Oh, baby, you're so close."

You nodded.

"Your legs are so tense, you can b-barely hold your eyes open, your pussy's so tight, fuck."

You were so, so close.

"Am I right?"

"Yes."

"About what?"

"I'm gon-Ah! I'm gonna come."

"Yeah?"

"Uh-huh."

"Then do it." And his hand moved at super sonic speed, the motion of his fingers moving at almost the same tempo as his hips.

That did it. The curve, the fingers, the way he looks at you. You threw your head back. You came. It was good. It was long. His hands. Your throat. Fuck.

“Oh, come on, baby,” he cooes. His hand smacked your face, lightly, just forceful enough to pull you from your daze. “Don’t wear out on me now. That was only number two. I know that’s not all you’ve got.”

“Matthew,” you whimpered.

“Hm?” His hips have slowed to this sweet, tempered rhythm, the tip of his tongue pressed against your bottom lip. The steady pumps send shivers through your spine. “Do you want to stop, baby?”

You dug your nails into his shoulders, your eyes soft and pouty, misted with tears.

“[y/n],” he calls. “Say the word, and I’ll stop.”

“I don’t want you to stop,” you shook your head. Quickly, harshly, your face flushed and your body quivering.

“That’s my girl,” he murmured. “Can you give me one more? Just one more, baby.”

“Matthew, I can’t,” you whine. “I can’t, I can’t come again.”

“Yes, you can, you can give me a third one. Watch,” His thumbs locates your clit once again, the mere touch drawing a shaky moan from your lips. “One more, baby. That’s all I want. Just one more. Can you do that for me?”

You nod, weakly, holding his face in your hands.

He's real good about making sure you come again. But when you do, after you ride it out, it's all about him and you’re all for it. He grabs you by the throat and watches you tremble, sticking his thumb into your mouth.

"Fuck. Fuck!" he moans. "Mm, am I being too rough?"

Rough? Yes. You could feel him in your chest he's pounding you so hard. It's sloppy and uncoordinated and you feel like you could come again in seconds with the amount of force he's using.

"No. Keep going." You begged.

"Fuck." His voice, so dark, so deep.

He grips onto your throat harder and leans in. "Where do you want it?"

This man is so hot.

You do nothing but stick your tongue out, exposing your throat. He laughed and nodded, biting his lip as he pushes into you harder and harder.

The transition from your pussy to your mouth was quick. The second he was down your throat, he came and he held onto your hair while he did. He tensed up, eyes screwed shut and head thrown back. "Agh! Uh! H-huh! Fuck. Fuck."

What calms you down, after the waves and waves and waves of intensity, is the sound of Matthew’s heartbeat. You end up with your ear pressed to his chest as you two bundle up on the couch, your fingertips tracing his sweaty skin.

He kissed your forehead, “You okay?”

“Thought you said you were taking it easy on me tonight.” You giggled.

“Oh baby,” he huffed. “That was easy.”

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katymacsupernatural · 4 years ago

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The Proposal Part 12

Jensen Ackles x Reader

Story Summary: Jensen needs help keeping his life in order. To keep the media off his back. In order to do so, he comes up with a plan. Y/N, just a producer’s assistant, is pulled in to play a part she never thought she would have. Jensen’s fiancee. Only will it stay as a part to play, or will she start to want more?

Catch Up Here: Masterpost

The party was the least of your worries. As soon as you left the offices, Jensen was pulling you to the side. “I have a short filming schedule today. Why don’t we get your stuff packed up and bring it on over to my place? We can have dinner brought in. Maybe talk about what needs to happen first.”

“I’m not sure I can leave early,” you argued. You didn’t want to sound argumentative, but you weren’t the star. You were just a personal assistant that could be replaced in an instant. Leaving early wasn’t always an option for you, no matter if you wanted to or not.

“Leave that to me,” he winked one of those gorgeous green eyes your way. Which made you notice the blood covering his eyebrow and temple. And while that would have worried anyone else, you had to remind yourself it was just makeup. He was taking a break from playing Dean Winchester, the hottest monster hunter you had ever seen.

Squeezing your shoulder as he passed, he headed straight for the offices you had just vacated while you forced yourself to keep moving. Past the trailers to the food tent. Pouring yourself a cup of coffee and grabbing a muffin, you sat down at one of the picnic tables, taking a deep breath. Sipping at your coffee, you knew you only had moments before you would be pulled back to work.

“You seem frazzled,” Ruth sank down across from, a steaming cup of tea in her hand. “Need an ear?”

“You’ve already done so much,” you started to say but she waved it off. “I just feel really in over my head right now. I’m barely staying afloat, and I fear things are just going to get worse.”

“What is it now? I thought the weekend in Texas had gone smoothly.”

Picking at the muffin, you were surprised at how close to tears you were. It wasn’t that you were that upset. But things kept getting piled up on your shoulders and you felt as if you might crack. “It did. His family was nice, and he was very understanding. But now he wants me to move in with him. Today actually. And Jim is already planning a fancy engagement party up here. Warning me that I need to be on my best behavior. I don’t want to do another party. Especially with all the office big shots. And he’s inviting media. I’m not used to being in front of them. What if I disappoint Jensen?”

She squeezed my hand just as one of the producers came into the tent, motioning for me to move on. “Dearie, you won’t disappoint him. Just be yourself, and let those buffoons in suits fall in love with you.”

You smiled at her before making your way back to set, seeing the disapproving glares of the fellow assistants. They had already heard the news, and it seemed as if you were being judged by them as well.

“Y/N, we need you over there,” the producer ordered. “You need to clean up all that glass.”

There was fake glass everywhere. Sam and Dean were being pushed through a window, and of course, it had to be cleaned up after every shot.

“Unless she thinks she’s too good for that now,” one of the other assistants muttered loud enough for you to hear. “Throwing herself at the actors, spreading her legs just to get some media notice. I bet Jensen’s just using her.”

The words stung, but you didn’t want to draw attention to yourself by retorting. Ignoring them, you began sweeping up the glass just as Jensen and Jared came back in. Jensen waved at you as did Jared, and you ducked your head, not wanting any other nasty comments coming your way.

Jensen came striding over. “Everything okay?”

“Yeah, just some jealous people making their thoughts known.”

He frowned. “I wish you didn’t have to go through that. If there’s anything I could do…,”

You shook your head. Anything he would do now would only add fuel to the fire. “But I did talk to Jim, and we’re both leaving at 2. I’ll drive you to your apartment, and we can gather some stuff up today, pick up the rest another day. Sound good?”

“Yeah.”

He headed back to his chair just as the director set up the shot and you stepped to the side, working hard to get the props set up in order that they would need them. Keeping to yourself, you listened as Jensen and Jared rolled through their lines with ease, laughing when there was a pause in filming.

“Hey Y/N,” Janelle whispered as she brought over some extra blood in case they needed a touch-up. “Why didn’t you let me know about you and Jensen? That’s some juicy gossip I would have loved to hear about.”

“We were keeping it a surprise,” you whispered back. “The office is trying to control things.”

“Watch your back,” she warned. “Those girls are jealous.”

Filming was wrapped only five minutes later, and Jensen came jogging over to you. “Ready to go?”

Nodding, you were surprised when he wrapped his arm around you, pulling you against him and pressing a quick kiss to your lips. “Y/N and I have a busy night planned. See everyone tomorrow!” He called over his shoulder.

You were sure the other girls were just seething, but you couldn’t care. You loved the feeling of his lips against yours. It had been a nice surprise. He ducked into his trailer, changing into street clothes, joining you not even five minutes later. There was still a slight smudge of fake blood on his temple, and you reached up, brushing it away.

“We’re taking Cliff’s SUV. It should be large enough to haul most of your stuff. Then you get to pick dinner tonight, okay?”

“Sounds great,” you answered, slightly nervous at spending so much time with Jensen. Alone. In your apartment, and then his. A man that you wished would just kiss you once again.

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ampintherain · 4 years ago

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I’m Yours:

Charlie Gillespie x Reader

Chapter IV

Y/N is Kenny Ortega’s ‘niece’ after going through a rough breakup, Kenny decides to fly her over to stay with him, will her broken heart mend?

(Female Reader, NO SMUT, Romance, Friendship, THIS IS MY FIRST EVER FANFIC/IMAGINE, I hope it’s good, Kenny is lifelong family friend so reader calls him Uncle Kenny. I’m British so the writing is going to be British so like ‘mum’ not ‘mom’ yanno?)

TW- swearing. mentions of alcohol, drugs & divorce

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Y/N

“Doll, you ready to go?” Kenny asked as he shrugged on his coat, we had been at Tori’s for a good three hours and I could see Kenny was getting tired and we did have a really long day tomorrow, I nodded at my uncle happily before bidding farewell to my new found friends. I found it quite strange as to how quickly they had befriended me and made me feel more than welcome- Charlie especially, I mean throughout the day he asked me if I was alright and he encouraged me to share my ideas with Uncle Kenny, it really was strange.

“See you tomorrow Y/n” Owen chirped, pulling me in for a quick hug, I was soon passed round through the group of friends each of them giving me a tight hug which I gladly reciprocated, I waved everyone a final goodbye before Kenny and I left Tori’s apartment and made our way back to the car.

As Uncle Kenny drove through the streets of Vancouver, I paid most attention to the lights displayed throughout, I watched as birds flew through the sky and listened to the soft sound of the radio, “you okay Y/n?” Uncle Kenny questioned,

“Hm?” I said, as the questioned tore me out of my unknown daydream, I turned to face my uncle Kenny and before he could repeat himself, my brain managed to process what he originally asked “oh oh yeah, I’m fine Uncle Kenny, just sight seeing” I laughed quietly,

“Okay, just making sure, I’m worried about you...” Kenny admitted, I had a feeling that he was but he just didn’t want to draw attention to me and my situation, I have always been very good at hiding my emotions it came from years and years of being told that my emotions and the way I felt weren’t ‘necessary’ and that I shouldn’t feel the way I did- in the end, I decided to no longer tell anyone my problems but deal with them myself, battling through the pain as a lone warrior, I didn’t even tell Kenny what was going on, I built up layers of walls around me to protect myself and make it seem like I was this strong, capable woman. “You’re only 19, Y/n, I know you’re strong but... I just want you to know that I am here should you ever need me” I nodded in response, worried that if I did speak, my voice would give way and I would be revealed as this weak character, I’ve already cried once today and I’m not planning on crying anymore, not in front of Kenny at least.

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Kenny locked the door behind me as we both entered the apartment, “do you want a drink or anything Uncle Kenny?” I questioned as I made my way into the kitchen, opening the fridge and taking out the carton of orange juice,

“No you’re alright Star, I’m just going to head to bed, I’ll wake you up at 7 alright?” He assured me, I nodded as I sipped at my juice, I looked at the digital clock placed on the side- 12:00am, luckily I had sorted through all of my clothes before going to set and again before going to Tori’s because, quite honestly, I hadn’t the energy to do much at this point, I watched as my uncle wandered into his room, closing the door behind him. I let out a deep breath, the thoughts of a few nights ago coming back into my memory, replaying itself there, why wasn’t I good enough? I did absolutely everything I could for him... I loved him with everything I had... why wasn’t I good enough?

I kept asking myself, it was truly lost on me, I didn’t see myself as this perfect girl, this perfect girlfriend but I knew what I did for him. I was there for him when his dad spiralled, turning to alcoholism and drug abuse, I was there whenever he called, whenever he showed up randomly at my house at 4 in the morning crying and looking for a cuddle, I made sure to visit him mum every Tuesday evening for dinner because Zac wanted to move out once his parents split, deciding to live with his grandparents instead. We were even thinking about moving in together... well him moving in with me as I had already had my own place at 18. That boy was my entire world for 3 years and the fact that he could throw it all away so easily, really hurt me, and I don’t think it was anything that I could understand ever.

The thought alone caused my heart to feel crushed, it felt like Zac had a hold of my heart and whenever I thought about it, he just squeezed my heart as hard as he possibly could, it felt like a gut wrenching type of pain, I wiped away the tears that I didn’t even realise were spilling quickly out of my eyes. I cleared my throat and drank the rest of my juice before making my way to bed, I changed into my grey cable knit sweater and my plaid shorts and clambered into the large double bed, snuggling into the comfort that the bed brought me before I let sleep take over me.

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“Rise and shine” Kenny said quietly into my bedroom, I groaned as I stretched in bed, “morning sleepyhead” he chuckled,

“Morning” I mumbled, scratching the back of my head, Kenny told me that we’d be leaving in 20 minutes, “okay, I’ll see you in 20” I smiled, sliding out of bed and heading into my closet, I grabbed my white tennis skirt, white shirt and dark blue sweater, I paired the outfit with white tennis socks and my white and blue Nike Jordan’s that Uncle Kenny bought me for Christmas. I placed my clothes on my bed and went for a quick shower, this time I dried my hair before chucking it up into a high ponytail, I brushed my teeth and did some light makeup again before changing and grabbing my phone off the side,

“Let’s go” I stated as I made my way over to Kenny,

“You look amazing” he smiled genuinely at me, I thanked him and we made our way back to the set of his new show.

“So... how did you sleep?” Kenny asked me,

“Oh really well thank you, that bed was huge, you could fit like five of me in there” I joked, just as my phone chimed, I looked down at the lit screen to see messages from the one person I didn’t want to hear from.

Zac- Hey, where are you? I came to your place to see you and you weren’t there...

I rolled my eyes and groaned internally before locking my phone and sinking into my seat, “what’s on your mind?” Uncle Kenny asked immediately, I swear it’s like this man lives in my brain. I turned my phone on vibrate just as another text came through,

“It’s nothing Uncle Kenny” I sighed, the man driving next to me simply hummed in response, he definitely didn’t believe me but I knew he wasn’t going to push for answers- he never did, he would always let me come to him if I needed and that was one of the things I loved most about him. I could feel my phone constantly vibrating in my hand whilst Kenny was driving, so I turned it on do not disturb just to try and escape it.

“Alright kiddo, we’ve arrived” Kenny said as he swiftly parked up, I went to unbuckle myself but Kenny stopped me, “you don’t have to tell me right now, but I am here, you know I won’t judge you like your parents” he explained, I sighed and leant over to rest my head on his arm,

“I know Uncle Kenny... it’s Zac, he texted me... I’m ignoring him though” I replied, he sighed and looked down at me, placing a kiss to the top of my head,

“You’re going to have to” Kenny started before I cut him off mid sentence,

“Message him at some point, I know I know” I sat back upright and unbuckled the seat before getting out the car, “come on” I sighed, putting back on my brave face before heading into the lot with Uncle Kenny in tow.

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Charlie

“Y/n!” I heard Sav yell from across the lot, I turned to see Y/n walking towards us, her arms linked with Kenny’s as he was talking and joking with her, I watched as she let out a quick laugh before shaking her head, probably at some corny joke that Kenny told. “We’re matching!” Sav exclaimed as Y/n got closer,

“So we are!” Y/n giggled, “but don’t you have to be in your Carrie costume?” She questioned, pointing at the costume trailer just a way behind us,

“We are rehearsing Wow today in costume” Kenny announced, this prompted Sav to scrunch her face and turn on her heels, grabbing Tori by her upper arm as they both ran to the costume trailer, “those girls” Kenny laughed, shaking his head, “I’m going to get some breakfast, do you want anything Y/n?” The girl shook her head, “you have to eat Star, I’ll get you a croissant okay?”

“If I have to eat, can you get me some blueberry pancakes?” Y/n questioned innocently, smiling up at her ‘uncle.’ Kenny simply nodded and walked over to catering to grab him and Y/n some breakfast. “Hey” Y/n said as she took a step closer to me, I looked down at her and smiled,

“Hey” I mirrored, “sleep well last night?” I asked, the girl nodded and started to walk down the lot, I naturally started to follow her, not wanting the conversation to end,

“Yeah, I don’t think I’ve ever slept in a bed that big before” she giggled, causing my heart to skip a beat slightly, “how about you? Did you sleep well?” She questioned, looking up at me with her beautiful y/e/c eyes.

“Oh yeah, Owen and I left Tori’s a little while after you and Ken left, we grabbed some food and then just crashed as soon as we got home” I said simply, just as I mentioned Owen I saw him come out of his trailer dressed as Alex,

“You, Charles. Have to be in costume” he stated, pointing at me, I rolled my eyes before he shoo’d me away, I nodded slightly at Y/n as a way to say goodbye and she saluted me slightly which caused me to laugh before jogging up to costume.

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Y/N

“Why the long face?” Owen asked me as he wrapped his arm around my shoulders, “wassup Buttercup?” I bit the inside of my cheek and looked up at the blonde boy,

“It’s my ex” I stated plainly, “he messaged me this morning and I just...” I trailed off, not really knowing what to say, was I ignoring Zac because I hated him, or was I ignoring him because I was worried that if I did text him back, I would fall for him all over again? You can’t get over someone that quickly, no matter how much they hurt you... right?

“Don’t know what to say to him?” Owen answered for me, “what did he say?” He asked, I daren’t look at my phone again because I knew that he had probably texted more so I tried to remember what I saw at quick glance.

“It was something about why I wasn’t home and where I was” I remembered, sitting down on the small couch in the resting tent, my back against the arm rest and my legs tucked up to my chest, Owen sat down, facing me and mirroring my position, “I just don’t see why I have to tell him that anymore... he’s my ex y’know?” I vented, leaning my head back and closing my eyes.

“Hey, you shouldn’t let him get to you like that, it’s not cool... look, I’m pretty sure we have a day off tomorrow, why don’t you come over to mine and Charlie’s place and we can watch movies and pig out?” Owen offered, I lifted my head back up and nodded, it didn’t sound like the worst idea, in fact, it sounded like the best thing for me, I mean karaoke last night helped me a lot so maybe just a chilled day would help too?

“Yeah that sounds amazing actually” I smiled.

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“Okay you guys, Sav, Sacha, Tori, Mads and Jay you guys can all go home, thank you so much for your excellence today, you’re all amazing!” Uncle Kenny beamed with pride at his cast that he was dismissing for the day, we had just filmed 3 more scenes for the show and the cast had rehearsals for as many dances they could fit in today, the only thing left on the agenda was the hot dog scene, “now, I will see everyone at the next location? Y/n, you ready?” Kenny asked, I nodded as I felt a shiver run up my spine causing my body to visibly shake,

“Hey” I heard Charlie whisper, “you okay?” He questioned, staying within earshot of me,

“Yeah I’m good, just cold, I forgot a jacket and it was warm today... I kinda forgot how long today was” I laughed, slightly embarrassed about my sieve of a brain, although the presence of Charlie stood behind me seemed to keep me fairly warm, that is, until I felt him leave. I turned to see Owen looking behind him as Charlie darted off, “I’ll be one second” Charlie yelled loud enough for everyone to hear and wait for him.

“Where’s he going?” Jeremy asked, pointing behind him towards where Charlie had just disappeared to,

“I have... no idea” Owen sighed, shrugging his shoulders, “Y/n/n, do you know?” I shook my head,

“He just ran off, maybe he forgot something” I stated, just as Charlie came running back, handing me a brown corduroy jacket with a wool collar,

“Here, it has pockets too so you won’t have to keep holding your phone” he said, only slightly out of breath.

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Charlie

Y/n gently took the jacket from me, “oh... thanks” she said as a red tint reached her cheeks, she shrugged the jacket on and I couldn’t help but smile at how it looked on her, on me, it fit perfectly but on Y/n, it nearly swamped her, the sleeves hung so low only her fingertips could be seen and the length of the jacket went just above where her skirt ended. She looked adorable.

“Yeah.. yeah anytime” I replied, Y/n placed her phone in her pocket and started to walk towards Kenny,

“Hey, I’ve gotta talk to my Uncle Kenny about some things for the hot dog scene, I had some ideas but I’ll see you on location okay?” She said, not just to me, but to Owen and Jeremy as well, all three of us nodded and joined together so we could all walk out of the lot,

“You like her...” Jeremy stated, Owen nudged him slightly and rolled his eyes,

“I made that observation last night!” He said, “but yeah, you totally like her... it’s obvious”

“I just gave her my jacket, she said she was cold, I would’ve done the same for anybody, like Mads” I defended, “she did look really cute in it though” I admitted, Owen agreed with me which caused me to look at him sceptically,

“Before you get jealous and ask me, no I don’t like her, she’s just a friend” he answered before I even had a chance to ask the question, “oh by the way, she was talking to me about her ex today, something about how he messaged her and she doesn’t know what to say to him, she seemed really down so I invited her to come over tomorrow” Owen explained,

“Oh really? Okay cool” was all I could say, Jeremy soon decided to change the subject to running lines as he could see that I was becoming nervous at the fact that Y/n was coming over, I had no idea why the thought of it had my heart racing and my mind scattered but it did, there was something about Y/n that I couldn’t quite put my finger on but whatever it was drove me crazy about her.

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Y/N

We had just finished filming the final scene of the day- the hot dog scene and it was the longest scene ever, the amount of re-runs and developments on the scene was enough to drive anybody insane, I groaned slightly as I turned and sat on the seat that one of the crew members brought with them just as Kenny was wrapping the scene up. “Y/n, I’ve just got to do some paperwork and I’ll be right with you okay? I’m sure the boys will keep you company once they change” Kenny announced, to which I simply nodded, not having the energy to say anything or do anything else, I rubbed my eye as I pulled my phone out of Charlie’s jacket pocket, I looked down at the screen and saw the notification, I had 36 unread messages from Zac:

>Zac- hello? Y/n! Where are you?

>Zac- I’m worried about you...

>Zac- Y/n! Would you please just answer me...

>Zac- I went to the coffee shop, you weren’t there either, where have you run off to?

>Zac- look Y/n, I’m really sorry about what I did to you

>Zac- WTF! WHERE ARE YOU?!?

>Zac- you can’t possibly be giving me the silent treatment? Seriously.

>Zac- I didn’t realise you were so childish.

>Zac- I’m glad I cheated on you, you’re worthless

>Zac- wait no, I’m sorry I didn’t mean that I’m just worried about you.

The list went on and on, a mixture of emotions, I kept scrolling through the text screen until I saw the most recent text, delivered 1 minute ago,

>Zac- call me. Please.

I rolled my eyes, I couldn’t call him, I shouldn’t call him right? But alas, like muscle memory, I clicked on the call icon and there was his voice, “Y/n! Hey... how’re you?” All I did was sigh in response, I watched as the boys came out of the venue and into sight, they all waved at me before noticing I was on the phone, Owen and Jeremy dispersed whereas Charlie stayed, walking slowly towards me with a half-smile on his face, clearly worried about whether or not I wanted him to come closer.

“What do you want?” I said bluntly, “I’m not in the mood to hear your pathetic apologies Zac, you’re messages were ridiculous, you went from being apologetic to calling me worthless and saying that you were happy that you cheated on me!”

“Listen Y/n... I can’t explain” Zac began but I was in no mood to hear it,

“No you listen Zac, you don’t get to be sad, you don’t get to cry. You are the one who cheated remember? Or have you suddenly developed amnesia? You went behind my back and had this whole other relationship for 13 months... and on top of that, it was with Quinn! My best friend and you think I’m going to sit here and listen to your silly little apologies, no, you have another thing coming. We were together for 3 years and for a year of that you were with someone else, I was nothing but loyal to you, I was nothing but kind to you, I loved you so much and I thought that you would never hurt me, but I was wrong, you’re just a piece of shit Zac, you and Quinn deserve each other, you’re both snakes, you’re both pathetic and you both betrayed me. I dont want to hear from you again? Do I make myself clear?” I ranted down the phone, I never raised my voice, I kept calm, I wouldn’t let him know that he made me so angry that I wanted to scream and throw my phone into the road, no. I wouldn’t let him have that power over me.

“But Y/n- we’ve been through so much... Quinn doesn’t know me like you do... she’s not there for me like you do” Zac grovelled, I scoffed in response,

“Well isn’t that just a crying shame? You should’ve thought about that before you decided to go behind my back and fuck her, you should’ve thought about it before you decided to be unfaithful. Hey, I’ll make this easy for you, I’ll just block you on everything that way you have no way of contacting me. Goodbye Zac” I said as I abruptly hung up, giving Zac no chance to talk, I blocked his number and started to go through my social media, blocking him on everything that I had.

“Uh... you okay?” I heard a worried voice speak, I looked up to see those eyes that could only belong to Charlie, he tilted his head and looked at me with concern riddled all over his face, I placed my phone on my lap and rubbed my temples to try and reduce to incoming headache.

“Yeah... that was my ex” I stated the absolute obvious, unsure of what else to say, Charlie nodded and stuffed his hands in his pockets before taking the seat next to me, he didn’t ask me to go on and explain but I felt like I could talk to him and so I did “you probably heard but he cheated on me, with my best friend”

“Yeah... yeah I did hear, look, Y/n, I know it probably won’t mean much but he really doesn’t deserve you and he isn’t worth your tears” he said calmly, placing his thumb on my cheek and gently brushed away the tears that I had no idea were slowly falling from my eyes, “by the sounds of it, he sounds like a dick and you were way too good for him” I laughed in response, “I’m being serious, Y/n, you’re gorgeous and kind and funny and insanely talented! I know it’s hard but you shouldn’t let a guy like that get to you...”

“Yeah I know... but he and I were together for so long, it just makes me feel like everything was a lie y’know? And like I can’t truly be loved by anyone” I admitted, hearing this Charlie stood up in front of me and held his hands out, “what...?” I questioned, he beckoned me to stand up before pulling me in for a hug,

“You? You can’t truly be loved? Y/n you’re one of the most lovable people I’ve ever met, everyone loves you here... I know that’s not the type of love you meant but trust me on this okay? You can very easily be loved” I pulled out of the hug slightly and Charlie lightly placed his hands on my face, looking deep into my eyes, he smiled slightly to himself causing me to become shy and look down, Charlie used his index finger to lift my head back up by my chin ever so gently, “who wouldn’t want to fall in love with you?”

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