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zablife · 6 months ago

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@eddiemunsonsbedroom Tysm for reading! I’m glad you enjoyed it!

🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️ screeching in here now that my coffee has kicked in and I can type sentences again. Very excited that your requests are open again!

Please could I have something based around ‘Are you jealous?’ with Tommy?

Sorry I know you’ll get a million Tommy requests but I’m just a girl 🙈 I am not immune. Ideally the filthier the better 🤭 but just wherever the muse takes you babe! xxx

Thanks for the request, Alex! I've combined your ask for smut with another lovely anon's request for a Cillian character w/ breeding kink. I hope this is ok! (Slight warning for hints of dark, possessive Tommy, but not to worry bc it turns to fluff at the end.)

All Mine 🔞

Tommy x gf reader

Tommy's nails dug into your forearm as he dragged you away from the party you were hosting. "Where are we going?" you whispered, stumbling slightly to keep pace with his strides. Taking one last glance over your shoulder, you flashed an apologetic smile to your guests, realizing they were as confused as you were.

Once out of earshot, Tommy's composure shattered, rage melting his icy blue eyes. "Why didn't you tell me you'd fucked my new business partner?" he seethed.

You shook free of his hold with an indignant look. "Jesus, Tommy! That was five years ago!" You rolled your eyes as he began pacing the long corridor. In his haste to leave the table, he'd forgotten his cigarette case and without the distraction, his agitation grew.

Throwing your hands up, you exclaimed, "Yes, I have a past! But I didn't think someone like you would hold that against me."

He stalked toward you, narrowing his eyes as he came close enough for you to smell the whisky on his breath. "But I do, especially when you spend half the fucking night whispering in his ear!"

You gathered your long skirt over your arm in preparation to leave, shaking your head at him in disbelief. Every conversation you'd had that evening was in promotion of Shelby Company Limited. Frankly, you were fed up with all the business talk and ready to scream at him for his ungrateful attitude. However something stirred inside when you glimpsed the tortured look in his eye. Your shoulders relaxed, backing down from the fight when you realized he was nothing more than a hurt little boy lashing out.

"Are you jealous?" you asked incredulously, an irrepressible giggle bubbling up from your chest at the idea of him pouting like a child.

"You're the one making a fool of yourself," he grumbled, not in the mood for teasing.

Caressing his face with your hand, you attempted to bring back the confident man you knew. In these moments he needed you to quiet his inner voice of inadequacy. "Where do you get these ridiculous notions and when will you give them up?" you scolded with a peck to his lips. You only intended a brief moment of affection before returning to your guests, but Tommy had other ideas.

Leaning down to hook a strong arm beneath your knees, he lifted you off the ground. Yelping in surprise, you threw your arms around his neck to brace yourself. You couldn't be sure, but you thought you detected a hint of a smirk tug at Tommy's lips as he carried you toward the staircase and away from the noise of the first floor.

Alone in the quiet of the bedroom, Tommy's intentions were clear. Hands roving your body, he hitched up your skirt, squeezing the flesh of your ass appreciatively. His body pressed into yours insistently, slamming your back against the vanity mirror with enough force to break it.

"Tommy, slow down," you begged, unable to keep up with his feverish kisses. However, his ministrations did not stop, his large hand encircling your throat possessively as the other dipped between your legs. He unexpectedly forced your underwear aside to push two fingers into your sopping heat.

"Is this for him or me?" he demanded in a low voice, pumping his digits into you the way he knew drove you wild. You could scarcely think as he worked you into a frenzy matching his own, but you knew he expected an answer.

"You...always you, Tom," you huffed out in uneven breaths, gripping his shoulder for support when he began biting and sucking near your collarbone. With that declaration Tommy abruptly stopped, staring into your eyes to determine the truth. Finding them glossy with unshed tears and feeling the flutter of your desire around his fingers, he was satisfied you were being honest with him. He rewarded you by hooking his fingers against the achingly delicious spot within you that set stars dancing behind your eyelids.

"So perfect," he praised, pressing his forehead to yours. "And loyal?"

"Yes," you whimpered as his thumb grazed your clit, sending sparks shooting through you.

"Then there's one more thing you need to do to prove it," he pronounced, withdrawing his hand and denying your pleasure so as to have your undivided attention. You whined at the sudden loss of stimulation, tears nearly spilling onto your flushed cheeks in protest.

The hand at your throat stroked your delicate skin gently as he fed you his soaked fingers. You sucked wantonly on your own juices while he nuzzled his nose against yours and whispered to you softly. "If you give me a child, there won't be any more doubts."

Your eyes went wide at his request, but he scarcely noticed, rubbing himself against your thigh to show how eager he was to begin. "Take off your dress," he commanded in a low voice.

"Now? We have guests," you reminded him, but he wouldn't hear any arguments.

A growl of frustration rumbled in his chest as he answered, "I don't give a fuck. Take it off now or I'll do it for you."

Apparently you didn't make your decision quickly enough because you heard the snag of fabric before catching the rapid motion of his hands out of the corner of your eye. Within moments the slit at your thigh was torn to your waist, exposing your lower half and sending shivers through your entire body.

With a harsh gulp, you removed the damaged garments as Tommy watched with lust filled eyes, stroking himself before you shamelessly. "That's better," he hummed in satisfaction, palming the globe of your breast. You nodded, biting your lip. You'd learned long ago you were powerless against Tommy's will, his desires becoming your own.

"Have to show that bastard who you belong to," he said through gritted teeth as he pushed you onto the mattress. You could only nod in agreement as he entered you swiftly, setting a brutal pace from the start. It was unlike anything you'd experienced before with Tommy rutting into you with reckless abandon. His hips slammed into yours with punishing force, fingers at your hips wrapped tightly enough to leave crescent shaped bruises.

Your cries soon echoed through the room and he did nothing to quiet you. In fact he spurred you on, demanding to hear how much you wanted his seed. You had no trouble complying, cries falling from your lips with each deep stroke. "Please, Tommy," you pleaded in a high pitched whine you barely recognized as your own, needing his comforting warmth within you instead of spurting across your chest or stomach.

The sight of you with half lidded eyes, begging for his cum was all Tommy needed to tumble over the edge. Quickly losing rhythm, he clutched your waist mumbling, "Going to fill you up." Suddenly his hips stuttered to a halt as he seated himself deep within you. You moaned at the intoxicating feeling of rope after rope of hot cum coating your insides, his release triggering your own. While you rubbed your clit to prolong the waves of pleasure, you heard Tommy moan at the way your cunt continued to milk him. "Such a good girl, taking every last drop," he praised.

He took a moment to admire you, watching your ample chest heaving and plump lips parted in ecstasy. He'd never felt so satisfied, but he soon collapsed upon you in contented exhaustion.

The enormity of what you'd just done came rushing toward you, but you were calmed by the weight of his body holding you down. Running your fingertips through the soft, shorn sides of his hair you mused, "Tommy, what is it you really want?" You could still feel the way his heart beat against his ribcage, transferring vibration through your body. It felt as though you could share anything with each other in this moment, while you were still joined as one.

He raised his face from the crook of your neck to place a tender kiss to your lips. "You," he stated simply. Running a hand down your body to rest over your stomach, he added, "Can you blame me? You're the most incredible woman I've ever met. Of course I want you to have my children."

You beamed at him, heart swelling with pride at his admission. He wasn't normally so effusive. Leaning in to kiss him, he withdrew from you and you let out a whimper at the aching emptiness. As sticky white rivulets of his spend ran down your inner thighs, Tommy scooped it up with his fingers, pushing it back inside you.

You sighed contentedly as he placed a kiss to your temple, aftershocks from your orgasm causing you to clench onto his fingers, drawing his cum further inside you. "Good girl, keep it in," he instructed, peppering your face with kisses as you grew sleepy.

However, one thought lingered in the back of your mind. "How could you have thought I wanted anyone else? You know I'm all yours," you declared, hoping to dispel any lingering worry he might have. As soon as the words left your mouth, you felt Tommy's cock stir against your thigh.

Removing his fingers from you, he replaced them with his cock and began slow, gentle thrusts against your opening until he was hard enough to bury himself into you once more. He groaned at the sight of your tightness split around him, looking as though you were made just for him. Leaning down to cradle your neck and shoulders under his arms, he held you close. Hot breath fanning over your ear, he murmured, "When I see your beautiful body swollen with my child, then I'll know you're all mine."

A needy cry escaped your throat as his cock dragged against your oversensitive walls, your nails clawing at his back to urge him back inside. "S'alright," he hushed, "I'm going to keep you full," he promised with a snap of his hips. You wrapped your legs around him, heels eagerly pressing into his back to accept everything he could give.

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hearteyesforjoel · 11 months ago

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fic authors self rec! when you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. let’s spread the self-love 🖤

molly tysm for the tag my love, you’re a fanfic GENIUS @pascalpvnk

Good to be Home

Sweets

Old Man

currently i’m working on a few different fics, i’ve been so busy with life that I haven’t been able to work on them as much as i’d like

BUT

i’m thinking this will be the order that i post them

-enemies->lovers w/joel (based on chokehold by sleep token

-angsty fluffy fic w/ aaron hotchner

-fluffy fic w/spencer reid (i love the idea of him just losing his iq because he’s frazzled by the reader so i’m going with that lol)

npt: @eddiemunsonsbedroom @joelsgreys @undrthelights @inthe-dark-tonight @mandoisapunk @joelslegalwhre @joelscurls @joelscruff @janaispunk

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hearteyesforjoel · 5 months ago

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this or that

tysm for the tags my loveliesss <3 @joelslegalwhre @reddedmiller

this was so funnnn <3

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#i love my moots <3 #tag game #this or that

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smok3r7 · 9 months ago

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wordywarriorwrites · 2 years ago

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@eddiemunsonsbedroom 🤣🤣 Thank you!

The Run

Title: The Run Author: @wordywarriorwrites Summary: Being a day late returning from a run isn’t that big of a deal, but two? Worried doesn't even begin to describe how Joel feels. Warnings: NSFW. Smut. Language.

Brow furrowed and teeth clenched, Joel prowls the living room, the dull thud-thud-thud of his boot heels matching the thunderous pounding of his heart.

“I’m sure they’re fine,” Tommy insists, bouncing his fussing son in his arms. “Just behind schedule, is all. You know how it can be.”

The glare he sends his brothers way stops any further placating dead in its tracks, and the floorboards continue to creak and groan as he restlessly strides back and forth. Being a day late returning from a run isn’t that big of a deal, but two?

The sky out the front window looks all sorts of picturesque; swaths of purple, orange, and pink serve as a backdrop to a glorious, snow-covered mountain range, but as the day slowly gives way to night, his mood also begins to turn dark. Unable to stop his brain from churning over the endless series of disastrous consequences this run could have, Joel resumes his pacing, gaze flickering over to the front door and the shotgun propped up against the wall beside it.

The town is in desperate need of medicine and other essential supplies. You’re the only doctor in Jackson; you know how to tell the difference between the fake shit and the real goods, so, it made sense for you to go. As for Joel? Well, he busted his arm helping build the new schoolhouse and had been urged by the collective to stay put.

Riding, hunting, hauling back the goods - they all require two hands, and there had been plenty of younger volunteers itching to get out of dodge for a bit. Being left behind, being seen as frail - as a liability - it felt akin to a kick in the nuts, but at the moment, he doesn’t give a shit about his pride. All he cares about is you and Ellie.

And if anything happened to either of you…

Joel runs an unsteady hand over his beard. Stalks over to the fireplace. Makes use of the fire iron by viciously poking at the wood and pushing at the coals.

Your time in the National Guard meant you could certainly take care of yourself, and Ellie - who could handle a gun much better now - had tagged along to watch your six. Joel knew the two of you would look out for each other, but he also knew what could happen if shit went sideways. An every-person-for-themselves mentality would set in right quick, and if experience taught him anything, chaos could quickly dissolve into violence, and turn so-called friends into very real adversaries faster than lightning.

Twilight hits and Joel makes up his mind. All he can picture is the two of you hurt - or worse - and he can’t sit on his hands anymore. Tommy tries to talk him out of it, but even his insistency and the protesting-like wails his nephew emits can’t deter him from what he knows he needs to do. He gets his emergency bag of supplies from the hall closet and is reaching for an extra box of ammo from the top shelf when the door abruptly swings open and Ellie strolls in.

Joel hears her laugh, and just like that, his gear slips from his hands. He knows her mirth means all is well, but still, he looks for you. He clocks your high, no-nonsense ponytail. The purple scarf one of your patients knitted you for Christmas. The smile that doesn’t quite reach your grave eyes and the scar along the apple of your cheek and your posh accent interspersed with Ellie’s chattering.

Neither of you appear worse for wear, and Ellie proves it by issuing him one of her infamous rib-cracking hugs. Joel holds her a bit longer than he normally would, and uses the toe of his boot to discreetly kick his bag and the box shells back into the closet and out of sight.

Tommy enters the foyer; his sigh of relief is audible as he welcomes you and Ellie home, and the baby exudes excitement, clapping and squealing at your arrival. Ellie drops her pack at the foot of the stairs, gives them a jovial wave, and announces she’s going to stay with her girlfriend for the night.

Her arrival and subsequent departure are a whirlwind. Joel barely has a second to process it because once you’re divested of your own travel garb, you take his nephew into your arms, and pepper his chubby cheeks with sloppy kisses. The kid is all gummy grins, gurgles, and giggles, and as Tommy catches you up on what you missed while you were away, Joel carefully shuts the closet door, and takes a few deep breaths in an attempt to steady himself.

His brain registers some of the conversation. Instead of coming home straight away, you dropped the haul off at the clinic. Stopped at the mess hall to chat with Maria, who was relieved you were able to get your hands on some morphine and antibiotics that weren’t expired. When you say something about a shower and checking on a few patients before calling it a night, Joel’s composure finally snaps.

“I’m going to bed,” he barks as he heads for the stairs.

Both you and Tommy call after him, but he keeps going, taking the steps two at a time. Joel catches the tail end of your abrupt goodbye to his brother. The baby whines, clearly unhappy with the turn of events, and then, they’re gone. The front door shuts. The stairs creak with your hasty footsteps. He’s just easing himself down on the foot of the mattress when you step into your shared bedroom, sporting a deep frown between your brows.

“What’s wrong?” you urge.

Joel rubs his hands on his knees and looks up at the ceiling, “One day there, one day back. That’s what you said. But it’s been four days. Four fucking days.”

You curse. Rush forward. Wrap your arms around him and hold his head as he burrows his face against your sternum. It isn’t until he’s able to hear your heartbeat beneath his good ear that he realizes it’s not anger that’s been gripping him for the past forty-eight hours, but fear.

After Sarah, he stopped giving a fuck. But then, Ellie came along, and fear became part of his everyday reality again. And now, there’s you. You came with a whole different set of brand-new fears, and his heart is so damn full of that special, deadly combination that is protectiveness and love, and he doesn’t know how to be calm or rational when it comes to you.

And Joel would rather be swarmed by a thousand clickers than see you hurt or taken from him.

“A couple of the horses went lame,” you explain, voice muffled against the crown of his head. “Everyone insisted we remain together, so, we had to walk for a time. Nothing more.”

Joel wraps his arms around you. Swallows back the fist-sized lump at the base of his throat. Pulls you down to sit sidesaddle on his lap, and then, drops a relieved kiss to your brow. Your eyes and cheeks are next, and when you accept the kiss he presses to your lips, it’s more than a relief.

It feels like home. You feel like home.

It’s in the way your soft mouth parts and makes way for him, and the way goosebumps climb up his neck when you trail a fingertip along the shell of his ear. It’s the way his hand fits perfectly over the curve of your hip, and the way you hum and sigh with contentment when he squeezes you just a bit tighter. It’s in the way you playfully nip his chin and make him chuckle, and the way he sinks his teeth into the flesh of your throat and makes you gasp.

Belt, button, zipper. You’ve got your hand down the front of his pants because you’re deft like that, and the way you look him straight in the eye as you stroke him makes his belly swoop and his cock jump. When you twist your wrist just right, Joel drips like a leaky faucet, and both the sight and sound of you jerking him off makes him hot all over.

“Missed you,” he breathes into your mouth.

You smile against his lips. This time, it is completely genuine, and it only gets better from there.

Undressing is a hasty thing because he’s impatient; of course, that means he’s way more of a hindrance than a help, and it’s all shared, breathless laughter until you’re naked astride him. Then, he gets serious about refamiliarizing his mouth and hands with the softness of your neck and stomach, the plushness of your hips and ass, and the tenderness of your inner thighs and the apex between.

You cup his face, meeting his gaze with heavy-lidded eyes, and he finds your folds with careful, explorative fingers. You’re exactly where he wants you to be - all hot, wet, willing, and totally, completely his. Joel puts his good hand to use by pressing the heel of it against your clit and working the spot deep inside you - the one that makes your thighs shake - with the tips of his fingers.

“Was worried,” Joel exhales against the column of your throat. “Outta my fuckin’ mind…”

You let out a choked sound and murmured reassurances - you’re with him, you’re not going anywhere, wild horses, and all that good shit. It isn’t trite - you mean what you say, wholeheartedly. And fuck, the way you come - writhing in his lap and clenching around his fingers, the way you tell him you want him inside you - tongue in his mouth and nails clawing his shoulders. It beats back the nagging doubts and fears and does absolute wonders for his ego.

Joel lines himself up. Holds his breath while you sink down. Watches your lashes flutter and your teeth dig into your lower lip as your hips rock and roll in a leisurely, steady tempo. It’s a rhythm he knows - one he is more than happy to follow - and he drops kisses on your collarbone as you run your fingers through his hair and hold him close.

“Joel,” you moan, face upturned and eyes shut tight. “I’m close, Joel.”

“Good,” he drawls, giving his thumb a quick suck before pressing the pad of it to your clit. “That’s real good, sweetheart.”

Firm, rapid circles - it’s what you like and what gets you there the fastest. You tighten and pulsate as the second wave begins to crest, and when you come, Joel guides you by the waist, helping you see it through and ride it out. You’re still vibrating in the aftermath when you tell him to take you, take whatever he wants, however he wants, and your insistency is all the permission he needs.

Joel rolls you onto your back and you go with it willingly - all glossy-eyed and boneless and welcoming, and the way your eyes shine when you look up at him - it makes him so eager for it. Eager like the first time. Eager to lose himself inside of you. Eager to please you anyway he can.

He pins you beneath him and nips at your lower lip, “Gonna lemme love you how I wanna?”

“Don’t I always?” you quip with a throaty laugh.

Joel maneuvers you how he likes it - hips high and legs hitched over the crooks of his elbows so he can bottom out completely. His broken arm screams in protest, and he hisses with the discomfort of it, but you don’t urge caution because when you’re beneath him like this - when he’s got you wide open, when he’s driving into you with deep, sharp thrusts - you’re not a doctor.

You’re his. Only his.

White-hot heat builds in the pit of his stomach. A dozen strokes, and then, you let out a sharp cry and bear down on him. You squeeze his cock so tight that you practically yank the release right out of him, and the sudden pleasure of it is blinding and brutal and so damn good.

With a low, muffled groan, he lowers himself to sprawl atop of you, and you take the weight of him without complaint. His arm throbs, but with his cheek pressed your chest and your warmth still surrounding him, Joel can’t be bothered to give a single fuck about the twinges. He’s completely and utterly content, and he wants to hang onto that feeling for as long as possible.

“I missed you, too,” you eventually whisper, fingertips ghosting along his jaw.

Joel nuzzles your breast before slowly lifting his head to look at you.

“No more runs without me, alright?”

You smile again - with all sincerity - and nod once.

“Alright.”

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hearteyesforjoel · 5 months ago

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rule: post a poll with five of your favorite characters and let your followers choose their favorite

tysm for the tags loveliesssss <3<3 @joelsgreenflannel @reddedmiller

•tell me why it suddenly became so difficult to think of five characters lol•

npt: @joelslegalwhre @nostalxgic @joelsgreys @pascalpvnk @pr0ximamidnight @pedrodascal @eddiemunsonsbedroom @joelscurls @joelscruff @undrthelights @tightjeansjavi @joelmillerisapunk and anyone else who’d like to do it! <3

#tag game #poll #i love my moots <3

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smok3r7 · 11 months ago

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Moodboard tag game!

Thank you @strang3lov3 for tagging me🩷😚

Put together a moodboard from the first 9 images to pop up on your tumblr feed!

This was fun, you can see a clear theme here😭

Tag: @hiddenbabynyc @bearsbeetsbeskar @eddiemunsonsbedroom @cavillscurls @joelsgreys 🩷

#joel miller #joel miller x f!reader #tag game #moodboard #pedro pascal

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millerscoffee · 1 year ago

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tagged by: @darkroastjoel ♡ thank you!

Last Song: i was listening to "cigarette" by marika hackman last night while finishing up my fic, i think that's the last thing i listened to. (shameless plug)

Currently Watching: TOO HOT TO HANDLE, I'M SORRILY OBSESSED EVERY SEASON. that and i may or may not have watched paddington 2 again the other day 🤭

Currently Reading: catching up on a lot of fics! i'll be reblogging more of them soon so everybody can see some wonderful writers in action!

Current Obsession: dude, not to get sappy but i really have been enjoying my time here. tumblr has always been a comfy outlet to scroll through, so making this account and using it creatively has been a blast. i appreciate all the kind comments and buddings of friendship. 🫡 🤝

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#tag game

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midnightartemis · 2 years ago

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Hellfire and Brimstone

Chapter 4

Eddie Munson x afab!reader (she/her), sheltered!reader

Rating: E

CW/TW: Abortion, talk of pregnancy, mentions of rape (coercion by a partner- not Eddie), drug use, religious trauma, abuse, angst, hurt/comfort… let me know if I missed any

Chapter warnings: Derogatory language towards angel, blood

Previous - Next - Masterlist

This was a bad idea.

Your parents really had alerted the whole town about your “disappearance”. Now, all the eyes were on you and all the whispers were about you, too.

Eddie holding your hand only poured fuel on the fire. But you wouldn’t have it any other way. Eddie saw you in a way that no one ever had. He helped you with zero demand for something in return. Really that was all it took to win your loyalty and you would go down fighting for him.

Eddie, on the other hand, wasn’t so sure of this fact. He saw the stares and heard the whispers and was so certain you’d let go of his hand that he started to do it for you. You just gripped his hand tighter, a determined look on your face as you marched up to your locker. Eddie leaned up against the lockers, glancing down the hall, frowning. “Are you sure you want to do this, Angel?”

“I’m sure.” You paused as you pulled out a notebook and some spare supplies. “Are… you not sure?”

“I’m… usually I’d say fuck it, but… I mean, it’s social suicide for you.”

You laughed. “Social suicide? Really? Do you care about that?”

“Do you?”

“Eddie, when I came to Hawkins, I was a social awkward homeschooler and spent most of my time reading religious doctrine. I was never expecting to be high on the social ladder.” You slammed you locker shut, laughing at yourself. “You know, it was Chrissy who took me under her wing and pulled me into that friend group. Ever since… it just hasn’t been the same. I think her friends only tolerated me because she liked me.”

You never talked about her. It was too painful. The only one who you thought might understand had been Jason. And he had only been using you. You didn’t pretend to know what grief did to people, but it had turned Jason into something horrible.

“You okay, angel?” Eddie brushed a piece of your hair away from your eyes. You nodded.

“Yeah. I just miss her… a lot sometimes.” You tried to shrug it off, not wanting to wallow in that misery more. “I should get to class.”

“Where to, my lady?” With a flourish, Eddie bowed like an 18th-century gentleman and offered his arm. You giggled and took it, despite the stares it got you from your classmates.

“Why, good sir, I am off to English comp in room 12.”

“It would be my honor to escort you to your classroom, Lady Angel.”

“Such gentlemanly behavior from a scoundrel.”

Eddie raised a brow. “My lady, I may be a scoundrel, but I will never break your heart.”

“I’ll believe it when I see it, Sir Eddie.” You winked up at him and swore he blushed. You let Eddie lead you through the halls towards your class.

You thought Eddie would part ways with you in the hall since he wasn’t in this class. But he followed you in.

Victoria was already sitting at her desk. Her long red hair cascaded over her shoulders. She turned from the other girls as you walked in. “Hey! What the hell happened this weekend? Your parents were calling everyone.”

“Oh.” You cursed yourself silently. You hadn’t thought of anything to say to them. You didn’t want them to know the truth of it. You weren’t ready for the world to know. It was too private. Too personal. You froze. “I uh–“

She glanced behind you, already bored. “Ew. Get out of here, freak. What the hell are you doing here?”

You cast a pleading glance back at Eddie.

“Thinking about transferring,” he jumped in, smoothly. A wave of relief washed over you.

“Yeah,” you nodded, grinning up at him. “I’ve actually been tutoring him. Though he doesn’t really need it. He has an impressive library.”

“There’s like barely three weeks left in the semester. Wait–“ Victoria caught the look you gave Eddie. “What the fuck is going on? You’re not seriously flirting with that freak, are you?”

“Alright, class!”

You jumped as your English teacher hurried in and set down a pile of papers on her desk. Eddie slipped into the seat next to you.

/What the hell are you doing?/ you mouthed to him.

Eddie put a finger to his lips and grinned mischievously. You rolled your eyes and grinned as Ms. Hadley started sorting through papers and speaking about them rapidly. She hadn’t even noticed The rogue student sitting in her classroom. You were fighting against the urge to giggle when you heard a high pitched cough behind you.

You looked back to see Victoria with her hand held up and lips pursed. “Ms. Hadley.”

Ms. Hadley trailed off, looking up from the stack of papers. Looking a little perturbed to be interrupted. “Yes, Miss Jennings, what is it?”

“Eddie is not supposed to be in here.” Victoria lowered her hand. “He’s causing a learning disturbance and I can’t concentrate.”

Ms. Hadley glanced from Victoria to Eddie with a frown, like she honestly didn’t remember if Eddie had been in her class this entire semester or not. “Is this true, Mr….. Munsy?”

You bit your lips together, trying to not burst out laughing. Eddie, however, had the best poker face you had ever seen. “Well, Ms. Hadley, I don’t see how I can be causing a disturbance just sitting here quietly and listening attentively to you. As you know, it’s near the end of the year and could go either way if I graduate or not. So, I wanted to see what my classes next year might be like. What do they call it in college? An audit? I just heard so many wonderful things about your class.”

Fucking Eddie silver tongued Munson. Ms. Hadley looked equal parts flattered, flustered, and horrified at the prospect of having Eddie in her class next year. You knew he was bluffing but you also knew if he wanted to, he could.

“Very well,” Ms. Hadley nodded. “You can stay.”

“What?” Victoria hissed.

“Ms. Jennings, judging by your second draft of your final paper, I would say Mr. Munsy is not the cause for your distraction. Now,” Ms. Hadley started handing out papers as the rest of the class giggled. Victoria shrank back in her seat, pouting.

You’d expected Eddie to run off after first period, but he followed you through math and biology. Each of your teachers falling for the same lines he gave Ms. Hadley.

“How are you doing this?” You leaned over to whisper to him as your beaker of acid boiled.

Eddie winked. “Nat 20s, angel.”

You flushed at the nickname, though you had no idea what he was talking about. God he looked cute in his white lab coat and the safety glasses making his hair all wild. You wanted to kiss him again. So badly.

It wasn’t until lunch that you realized his true intentions of following you around all day. No one was looking at you as you walked into the cafeteria. Instead, all eyes were on Eddie. All the whispers were about his latest antics. You looked up at him, bewildered. Eddie just shrugged and smiled down at you. “I have my ways, Angel.”

“You’re a wizard.”

“Nope. Just a bard. With high charisma.” Eddie grinned.

“A what?”

“Oh, I have so much to teach you.” Eddie led you across the cafeteria to a small table where a bunch of freshman sat, some you remembered barging into Eddie’s trailer. Dustin…. Mike. Lucas and Erica Sinclair. And Max. The boys were engaged in a heated conversation and the girls were chatting quietly with each other, rolling their eyes and laughing.

You paused, a little nervous. Even if they were just freshmen. Eddie placed a steady hand on the small of your back. “Come on, Angel. They’ll love you.”

You took a deep breath and walked with him to the table. Dustin looked up first, a huge grin on his face. “Hey, Eddie!”

All the eyes at the table quickly turned to you. Eddie took the lead. “Ladies, gents. Angel here is going to be sitting with us. Do try to corrupt her with your vast knowledge of our evil doings.”

You raised your brow as you sat down next to Eddie.

“Dungeons and Dragons.” Dustin popped a grape into his mouth and pointed at his shirt. It was one you’d seem Eddie wearing before. Hellfire Club. “It’s our group. Eddie’s our DM.”

“What’s a DM?” You’d heard of the games name through your father’s sermons but you had no idea what it actually was. You were certain though it wasn’t actually satanic. It was just a game.

Eddie brushed a strand of hair away from your face, grinning. “Well, you see, Angel, I means that I rein supreme.”

Your breath caught as he smiled at you, teasing.

It all fell apart when a bang echoed through the cafeteria. You jumped and twisted around to see Jason staring at you and Eddie, a tray of foot at his feet. “Get your hands off my girl, freak.”

Every eye in the cafeteria turned to look at Jason. Then to you. It was dead quiet. You were frozen to your seat.

“I knew you got concussions, Carver. Didn’t realize you thought it was the fifties.” Eddie’s voice darkened. He hand wrapped protectively around your wrist. “She doesn’t belong to anyone. Especially not you.”

Jason’s eyes focussed on you, pleading. You knew now he didn’t really mean it. “Come on, babe. I’m sorry for what I said. I didn’t mean it. We can figure it out.”

You were crying, shaking. You weren’t sure when you started. You shook your head, no, as a feeling you’d never felt before began to burn in your gut.

Jason stepped closer and closer. A desperate look on his face. “Come on, baby. Let’s go somewhere else. We can talk about this right? You don’t want those freaks.”

You stood as Jason came to the table. Eddie stood beside you. You weren’t sure if you were holding him back or if he was holding you back.

“No, Jason.” You shook your head. “No. I’m done.”

“Come on, babe,” Jason reached for you and something inside of you snapped.

“I said NO!”

Jason froze. The saccharine smile on his face faded into something far more sinister. His voice lowered, though the cafeteria was dead quiet and everyone could still hear. “You shouldn’t talk to me like that, baby. Or everyone will find out what a little pregnant whore you are.”

You weren’t sure who moved first- you or Eddie. One moment Jason was in front of you, the next you were on the floor with aching fingers, watching as Eddie pummeled the shit out of Jason’s face.

“Eddie.” Your voice was nothing compared to the jeering from the students around you. You tried to go for him but someone caught your arm. You looked back to see Robin. And behind her, Steve pushed through the crowd, ran by you, and yanked Eddie off of Jason.

Eddie struggled against Steve, spitting blood as Jason weakly pushed himself to his feet. Eddie seethed. “That thing should have killed you. Not Chrissy.”

Jason snapped with a roar that sucked the air from your lungs. Robin held you back as Jason lunged forward with a fist that sent Eddie and Steve flying into the arms of Jason’s friends. They were pushed back into the ring as Todd stepped in with Jason. Steve wiped a bit of blood from his lip and shared a look with Eddie.

From behind them, Dustin, Lucas, Max, and Will stepped into the circle behind them. It wasn’t enough to overpower Jason and his friends, but it was enough to give them pause.

And enough time for your teachers to break through the wall of students and get in the middle of it.

“Munson! Carver! Harrington! Principal’s office. Now! The rest of you, disperse.”

As rest of your classmates scattered, you tried to push through them to Eddie and Steve. Mr. Jones and two of the gym teachers had the three boys by the arm as they drug them to the principals office.

Eddie kept his eyes on the floor. If he looked up and saw Jason’s stupid face, he wasn’t sure he could hold back. The left side of his face pounded in time with the bruising skin on his stomach. He could taste copper on his tongue but couldn’t tell if he bit his tongue or lost a tooth or both.

Mr. Jones tossed him in a chair right across from Principal Waterford. Steve sat beside him and on the other side of him, Jason.

Eddie had been here before. He knew how this was going to go already.

Principal Waterford sighed and pressed her manicured fingers to her nude lips. “Mr. Munson. I was hoping with less than three weeks left in the school year, you wouldn’t be back here.”

Eddie smirked and winced. “Trust me, I didn’t want to be back here either.”

Jason scoffed and Principal Waterford’s narrow features turned to him. “And I was expecting better from you, Mr. Carver. Or are you actively trying to lose your scholarship?”

Jason didn’t have a good retort to that. Eddie smirked.

“And you, Mr. Harrington–“

“It’s not his fault.” Eddie looked up, pleading with the principal. “He was trying to break it up.”

Principal Waterford looked between the three of them, her eyes landing on Jason. “Is this true?”

Jason nodded curtly, his head in his hands.

“Very well. Mr. Harrington, you will not be punished. As for the two of you–"

“Yeah,” Eddie grumbled. “Three-day susp–"

The door flew open before he could finish his sentence and you rushed in. Behind you stood a red-faced secretary who had tried to stop you and obviously failed. “It’s not his fault.”

“Miss Smith, as admirable as it is to stand up for Jason–"

“Not Jason. Eddie. He was only trying to protect me. I-I started the fight.”

Indeed, he could see the cut on your lip. Eddie looked away and grabbed the arms of his seat. It was all he could do to not jump over Steve and try to land another blow.

“You started it?” Principal Waterford raised a plucked brow incredulously.

“Jason called me a pregnant whore,” you said quietly as you raised your right hand to show your red knuckles. “I punched him first.”

The principals lips parted.

Eddie stared at you a little in awe, a little terrified for you. He reached for your hand and pressed his lips to your knuckles. You smile softly down at him.

Jason laughed. “What? You think some trailer trash is going to take care of you? He knows it’s not his right?”

“Mr. Carver!”

“Just saying, if we’re going to get it all out–"

“He’s helped me more than you ever have,” you hissed.

“Sleeping with your best friend’s boyfriend on the day of her funeral…. Real classy–"

“Mr. Carver, that’s enough!” Principal Carver slammed her hands on her desk as she stood. “What the hell has gotten into you? One-week suspension. No sports. And a written apology to Miss Smith. Miss Smith, Mr. Munson. Two days, out of school suspension for both of you. Mr. Harrington, get those two out of here.”

Steve walked you and Eddie out of the principal’s office. You wrapped your arms around yourself, trying not to cry as you headed for the main doors of the high school. Warm spring air hit your face. You tried to take a breath as you walked straight for Eddie’s car. You got in the passengers seat.

Eddie and Steve paused outside of the van, talking. They both looked as you and Eddie shrugged. Steve clapped him on the back and the two boys parted. Steve headed back to the school building and Eddie climbed into the driver's side.

He took out his keys and turned the ignition. “Two days, Angel. Where to you want to go?”

You thought about it for a moment. A wave of exhaustion settled over you. “Anywhere that’s not here.”

Eddie flipped the gears into drive.

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