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Love Dust

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/st3FbZC by ghostlyread Sam and Dean are going on a trip to find a new entity they discovered and it makes Dean go crazy, and even crazier for a certain angel. Words: 18273, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Supernatural (TV 2005) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Categories: M/M Characters: Gabriel (Supernatural), Castiel (Supernatural), Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Crowley (Supernatural), Bobby Singer (Supernatural), Jody Mills Relationships: Castiel/Dean Winchester, Gabriel/Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester & Sam Winchester, Castiel & Sam Winchester, Crowley & Sam Winchester, Crowley (Supernatural) & Dean Winchester Additional Tags: Dean Winchester Has Internalized Homophobia, Sam Winchester Ships Castiel/Dean Winchester read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/st3FbZC

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Headlights // e.m.

Word count: 1.5k

Warnings: dark fic. Cursing. Blood. Knife violence. Death. Suspense. One shot - no part 2.

Another day had gone by. He drove down the dark forest lanes. Back home where a microwaveable meal was awaiting him. It had been a day that he could call normal. A lot of patrolling, looking out for nothing, scaring away rascals and punks from the alleys behind Main Street. 

Officer Phil Callahan had spent five of his years at the Hawkins police department, and with each day passing, he thought he had seen it all: Communist conspiracies, government cover-ups, fires, pests, freak murders… his soul had had enough. It was far from the promised neighbourly disputes and lost cats he had expected when joining the force. For crying out loud, things like that should not be happening in Hawkins. 

Still, those things went away, and life seemed to go back to normal, letting the next nightmare creep up on him and the rest of his town slowly. So, he never got used to it, no matter how hard something hit him. 

And this time, it hit hard. 

Callahan slammed on the breaks, and the wheels screeched against the asphalt. He pushed back his glasses over the bridge of his nose as he let his back rest against his leather seat. His heart was racing, and his fists seemed to have locked into place over the steering wheel. His eyes were ready to bulge out of their sockets as he stared at what stood ahead of him, only a few feet away from the bumper of his car. 

She looked just as scared as he did, not that it helped the situation in any way. The way she had run across the street had only given Phil a second to react, but nothing he could have done at the speed of his driving would have reached the level of what had already occurred. 

The girl stumbled across the last few paces to the car driver's side. She had reached it just in time before her legs started to give out, and so she reached out for the door handle instead smashing her palm over the window. As she fell, a dark smear of blood streaked the glass. 

Callahan cursed to himself with a whimper. He had seen the state of her from afar but had assumed, hoped, she had simply fallen. Perhaps a landslide took her down a hill, and dirt had darkened her light sweater. 

He fumbled with the door and managed to get out of the car without hitting her body. 

'Hey, hey, hey,' he tried to look her over, find where the blood had come from, 'can you hear me?' 

'Help,' she mustered out. 'He's still – help me.' 

'Yes, I'm here to help you. I'm officer Callahan, with Hawkins PD; I can help you.' He tried to keep her attention; the car's front lights gave him just enough to see her face. Unfortunately, what once was clearly radiating skin was now fading. Her eyes were bloodshot, mouth smudged red, but not lipstick. She was shaking with each heavy breath she managed to take. As she sputtered out some non-coherent words, Callahan leaned back into the car for his radio. Surely, Hopper was still at the station, maybe Flo. 

'Please,' she screamed out in pain, tears mixing in with the blood. Phil was trying to fight the panic that was overcoming him because, shit, isn't this exactly what you trained for? These kinds of fucking emergencies. 

'He's still there–' she cried, 'Help.' 

'Who is?' Someone else had been with her; someone else was hurt. But no more came from the girl. She had just enough life to take Callahan by the sleeve and pull him to her. Her lips formed a weak plea, but the word never managed to come out. The back of her head hit the cement as her empty eyes stared out ahead at the night sky. 

The curses flowed out of Callahan's mouth as he tried to radio the station. Code after code followed, but the numbers were blurring in his mind. He had no idea what was happening. And the idea of someone else being out there, possibly just as hurt as the girl– 

He had finally received a response from the police station, and knowing that the little help that could come was on the way, Phil Callahan grabbed the torchlight he had packed in the glove compartment box and started walking. He still did not feel right to leave her lying there, but if anyone else was out there in those woods, they might also be in need of help, and quickly too.

He wasn't sure where the girl had come from, as she had just kind of… appeared in front of him, but there was an opening between the sideroad shrubbery, and he noticed the specks of blood, and thus, that is where he went. 

'Hello?' he called out into the dark, 'anybody out there?' He hoped his shaking voice was covered up enough by the volume. 

The dead leaves crunched underneath his boots. The wind blew through the trees, and so, Callahan barely had heard it at first. 

Groaning, deep and painful. 

'Hello?' The officer turned around, trying to identify where the voice was coming from. Then, keeping his ear out for the sounds to return, he kept on walking. 

And it was only a few more feet before he heard it again, much closer as well. And then they spoke. 

'Here!' They had wanted to shout, but the weak croak was all that the person could push out of his throat. But it was also enough for Callahan to locate. A ditch in the ground had covered them up, but with the light of his torch, he saw the shape of a man's body just fine, especially with more groans, now mixed in with coughs. 

The police officer recognised him immediately: notorious Eddie Munson. The number of times the kid had shown up in handcuffs at the station for his petty crimes had almost made it seem like he enjoyed it. The big mischievous grin on his face would indicate that, at least. But now, as Phil Callahan looked down at Eddie, he saw none of that cheerful need for disobedience in the boy. Instead, he saw fear and dread. His long dark hair was matted, wet and stuck to his face. He was clutching his hand to his side, and only then did Callahan notice that Eddie's black shirt wasn't just black– it was glistening red in the moonlight. His jeans, torn on purpose, were also soaked in blood. 

'Were you with the girl?' 

Eddie's tearful eyes blinked, hopeful, 'Yes! Is she-' he coughed, 'is she alright?' Each of his words came out with a spittle of blood, staining his teeth and lips. Phil came somewhat closer. 

'Yes, she's in my car,' he lied for the kid's sake. He had to keep him talking, and if he knew the truth… 'Help is on the way. Can you tell me what happened?' He had walked up to Eddie now, trying to see what exactly his wounds were. The way in which he held his side, right at the ribs, indicated the source of the blood. He pressed onto his own wound harshly. 

Eddie tried to sit up but winced with each move. 'I don't know, man,' he sniffed out, the blood filling his mouth as he cried out his story, 'we were just hanging out at the Lake, and suddenly this– this fucking freak came at us with a knife.' 

'A knife?' 

'Yeah man.' Eddie pulled his hand away to show the hole in his shirt, a deep cut right beneath it. He hissed as the immediate lack of pressure made him feel faint as more blood continued to escape him. 'Fucking butcher's knife. He– oh fuck,' he looked up at the sky, stars blurry in his tear-filled eyes. The pain was becoming unbearable. 

'He got me and then stabbed her, and I- I-' he was choking up, with emotions but also physically. The coughing was rough. Callahan tried his best to calm him down. 

'It's alright, Eddie; you're save now, ok? An ambulance is coming soon.' God, he hoped it was. He could not have two dead kids on his conscious. The image of that poor girl, lying there on the street was already too much. He probably shouldn't have left her, but otherwise, who would have known Eddie was down here– 

'I tried to fight him,' Eddie continued heaving steadily, 'that's when he got me in the leg. She could walk, so she– she was going to try and get help, but fuck man, it hurts.' He clutched with all his weakening strength at his side. The blood was still pooling around him. 'I don't want to die, man.' 

'You're not going to die, Eddie. Not on my watch.' Callahan hoped. In the distance, a siren was going off. 'You hear that?'

'Yeah,' Eddie shook his head with tears.

This wasn't how it should have gone. None of it. This wasn't how he had planned it. 

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“The revenant might be a monster, but it was my monster.” - Vespertine . . 🌟QOTD: favorite ghostly reads? . . Hello friends! I hope everyone is having a great day! I’m posting super early cause I got a loooong day ahead of me! I’ll be MIA for a couple hours but then I’ll be back!! I absolutely love a good spooky read around Halloween and this beautiful book sounds exactly what I need!! I’ll definitely be starting this one soon!! . . #bookwitchoct21 - the wicked deep: ghostly reads . . #vespertine #margaretrogerson #ghostlyreads #tbrpile #biblio #booksonbooks #bookclubs #avidreader #readingismagic #instareading #booksharks #bookaesthetic #bookishlife #bookaholics #bookwormproblems #homelibrary #booksoninstagram #bookchallenge #bookstagramit #bookshelves #rainbowbooks https://www.instagram.com/p/CVAe7jara-M/?utm_medium=tumblr

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hey friends! i just wanna ask about your thoughts on something, especially to those part of my fic taglist.

i’ve been doing lots of headcanon/blurbs/drabbles lately and i’m curious if you’d be interested in a “weekly wrap up of stuff i’ve written” (i’ll come up with a better name for it i promise). basically at the end of each week, i’ll link all of the work i’ve shared in a masterlist post so that no one misses anything. i’ll also be tagging the readers on my list that way they’re updated too :)

idek is this a good idea? let me know lol

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Hey love !! swear in my mind we are besties since we always reblog and like each other’s content but we have actually never spoken 😭

CATS!!!!! CATS CATS CATS CATS!!! one time I saw 3 in a grocery shopping parking lot. You can bet I sat on the concrete with my bags and all just to pet them🥺

2. Jazz and swing music!! I’m a huge Sinatra fan, my mum even saw him live 🥲. I adore billie holiday !!

3. English Tea! I could drink a gallon and I’d ask for another one

4. When the sun is out and you can feel the warmth on your skin:) especially if laying on the grass

5. Blue flowers!!! I ADORE BLUE FLOWERS 😭😭 I swear I’m absolutely incapable of taking care of any plant but when Ill move out I’d love to have a little garden full of flowers

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list 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the ask box for the last 10 people who reblogged something from you to get to know your mutuals and followers. 🥰❤️

Thank you for the ask! 🥰 Oh, 5 things, huh? Ok, let's see:

1. Books. Reading books always makes me happy since I get to escape in another world and forget my troubles for a while. 📚 2. Listening to music. Especially my favourite songs. 🎧 3. Long walks/hiking. I'm always happy after a long walk in the nature, since it helps me organize my thoughts and feelings. 🌄 4. Spending time with close friends/family. I love talking about everything and anything with people I share a deep understanding with and exchange ideas. 👯 5. Playing games. It's always a joy to participate in game nights with new people/people I'm familiar with. And things get very interesting when my competitive side decides to come out and play. 🎲 tags: @emmyshortcake @munson-blurbs @eddieshellfire86 @reidsbtch @munsons-walkie @ajokeformur-ray @luxaeterna13 @flawiette @willowsgrl @keikoraven

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@jglyanoro @cenarius-the-stumper @probablyatrashcan @cappurrccino @ghostlyreader and anonymous, thank you so much!

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Who has seen Beauty & the Beast so far? I haven't seen it yet. 😳 Not sure when I'll get the chance to see it as my sister, @ghostlyreads is going back to university tomorrow afternoon. 😕 Day 18: #MarchIntoReads beauty and the beast • #newadult #tilliecole #hadeshangmen #popfunko #bookandfunko #bookbeau #beautyandthebeast

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Love Dust

Love Dust https://ift.tt/jZIEehS by ghostlyread Sam and Dean are going on a trip to find a new entity they discovered and it makes Dean go crazy, and even crazier for a certain angel. Words: 18273, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Supernatural (TV 2005) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Categories: M/M Characters: Gabriel (Supernatural), Castiel (Supernatural), Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Crowley (Supernatural), Bobby Singer (Supernatural), Jody Mills Relationships: Castiel/Dean Winchester, Gabriel/Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester & Sam Winchester, Castiel & Sam Winchester, Crowley & Sam Winchester, Crowley (Supernatural) & Dean Winchester Additional Tags: Dean Winchester Has Internalized Homophobia, Sam Winchester Ships Castiel/Dean Winchester via AO3 works tagged 'Castiel/Dean Winchester' https://ift.tt/cZ5AJ3r June 11, 2024 at 05:01PM

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New Taglist

It's been over a year I think that I made my original Stranger Things taglist and since then -and I'm only sharing this because it is actually incomprehensible to me- over 150 people signed up to be tagged in my fics. So, first of all, I do want to thank everyone who has done so.

Unfortunately, with such a huge list, there are some problems that come up. Some people have perhaps changed their URLs, or hadn't filled them in correctly, so I have not been able to tag them properly, and also Tumblr has lovingly made a 50~ tag limit per post, which means I have to reblog my fics several times to make sure everyone gets notified which takes a lot of time and effort.

I have also realised that I would like my tag system to be a bit more specific to ensure that people get tagged in the things they want to read and not see the content they are not comfortable with, so I have made a

New Taglist

brief explanation on the update:

from now on, and let this post be an example already, tagging will be done through reblogs of my new side-blog @uglypastels-taglist. this is so I will not be clogging up people's feed, and also maybe making the notifications a bit clearer. since that account will always mean UPDATE!

I am including more questions for even more specifics when considering content/trigger warnings

I will be checking for ages. I have always said that smut is 18+ only, but I would prefer if those who want to be tagged in that content have their age specified somewhere on their blog. Minors/ageless blogs signing up for NSFW content will be removed from the lists.

No idea how it will work exactly, but I have permitted response post-editing, so you should be able to change your answers after submitting.

I am also including a question box for song recommendations for a collaborative reading playlist. just as a little fun project :).

Book Club Playlist

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[uglypastels]

i would love to know your weirdest headcanons for eddie pls and thank you

they're maybe not as weird haha, more just random, and honestly, i kind of blanked out bc i feel like i have much more to say and yet this is all i could think of as i wrote.

no warnings. pure fluff.

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First of all, I think he has used dog, or horse, shampoo at least on one occasion in life. And it worked surprisingly well, making his hair really soft. He had also once definitely tried to convince Steve to use it. 

One time in English class, they had to read Pride and Prejudice, and he actually really, unironically, enjoyed it. Even though usually he enjoys much darker things, or just more… "adventurous" stories, in general, this book really got to him for some reason. He didn't bother reading any other Austen books tho. 

He's a "big dog" person, mostly because he thinks they are misunderstood. Just because they might look scary and are loud, doesn't mean they are actually dangerous. He would love to have a German Shepherd or a Dobberman. 

As a kid, though, he'd always wanted a pet snake. 

He also loves mixing sweet and salty. Dipping extra salted fries into a milkshake? Yes. mixing up salted and sweet popcorn? To most it's disgusting, but he can eat it by the buckets. The best thing, though, is salted caramel.

Eddie's great with his hands. Like, wood or metal shop at school is his thing. Although he never actually listens to the assignments and just does his own thing, the teachers can't even be mad at him, for the things, in the end, are better than the rest of the class combined.

He also knows how to hand sew. Because who do you think sewed those patches onto his vest?

There are about a dozen filled-up notebooks in his room, all full of ideas for campaigns, songs, tattoo designs– god, he draws so much. Sometimes, words get the better of him, so the only way he knows how to express himself is through his drawings. 

Corroded Coffin has multiple metal ABBA covers in their repertoire. And they are surprisingly good. Crowd favourites (crowd, being those five drunks at the Hideout). 

Back to the metal shop class– what is he making there, you ask? Swords. 

Eddie also braids his hair sometimes. In general, he toys with his hair a lot. Whether it's chewing or picking at split ends, when his mind wanders, his hair usually falls as the victim of the situation. So, he also makes little braids in it sometimes, which he then leaves in and completely forgets that they're there. Max would probably also teach him how to do more advanced hairstyles. 

Of course, his music choices usually stay in the realm of metal and rock, but if you give him a song recommendation, he will listen to it, and there is hardly ever a song he really dislikes and wouldn't listen to again – except American Pie. Eddie hates it. Why is it so long? Why does everyone always insist on playing it around the campfire– meaning he has to play it, as he is usually the designated guitar player and music provider. 

Eddie is very loud, and that might be seen by others as anger, but it's actually when he's quiet that you should be scared. 

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I still have only seen Fifty Shades Darker once! And that's when I saw it with @nightreads, @enamoredreads (& her cousin, Anna), @lyssagabriellee_books, & @romancexperience opening weekend! (Seriously, the best weekend ever!!!) I want to see our Christian Grey again! So since it's been out for a while, let's discuss the movie!! Thoughts?! Like? Dislike? Hate? Love??? I personally really enjoyed it. No, it's not gonna be like the books. It's VERY hard to have book-to-movie adaptations. Another point, that I can't remember who said, but one of my friends said a lot of the books are Anna's inner thoughts. That's hard to translate on to a big screen. Yes, there's some things they could have done differently, but overall I really enjoyed it! So much better than the first for sure!!!! 😄 P.S. this photo is back from January when I did an impromptu photoshoot with my sister, @ghostlyreads at the golf course in our neighborhood. 😅 (outdoor bookstagram photos are not my thing!) • #newadult #fiftyshades #fiftyshadesofgrey #fiftyshadesDarker #eljames

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I'm about to head to six flags with my sister, @ghostlyreads!! 😄🙌 I'm so excited! Day 14: #dreambunnybookishmarch page 314 • #harrypotter #hufflepuff #jkrowling #biblioflames #popfunko #bookandfunko

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adding taglist again, tumblr is wack, I´m sorry to anyone who is being double tagged now <3 I just want to be sure those who signed up to get my fics actually get them

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Okay but imagine, Eddie calls you because he can’t sleep and he wants you to come over. So you go over to his trailer and lay down with him and ask him about his day while you play with his hair. And he tells you all about this d&d campaign he’s working on and how excited he is for it. And then within minutes he falls asleep because he finds comfort in your presence and can only fall asleep when you’re around 🥴

heyaa :) thank you for the request. I did make a slight change to it, but I hope it´s still good <3

no explicit warnings. mentions of anxiety and small (but probably) inaccurate depiction of ptsd.

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Eddie had trouble falling asleep since he climbed out of that hellhole. Images of the monsters and the vines, not to mention Chrissy, flashed in front of his eyes. Shots of blood-red light that made his own blood run cold. And yet, at the same time, he felt hot all over. Uncomfortable in his own skin, unable to sit or lay still. He barely ever stayed alone at the trailer anymore, still thinking that whenever he would look up at the ceiling, that gate would show up, or he would see Chrissy's body stuck to it again. 

On nights like these, when his uncle had a late-night shift and wouldn't come back home until the early morning hours, Eddie played his music as loud as he could until someone from a neighbouring trailer would bang on his door to "shut the fuck up". But he would never turn it off. Instead, he would lower the volume and sit next to the speakers, letting the vibrations of the music distract him, absorbing the lyrics and the melodies, guitar in his lap as he tried to figure out the chords. 

But sometimes, that wasn't enough. The tight feeling in his chest wouldn't go away, and the tiny space of his room would feel even more suffocating. He would go on long drives down the dark roads, no particular destinations in mind, just wherever his headlights would lead him. 

Although, somehow, that still often ended up in being your driveway. Well, he would park a block away, not to alarm your parents, but he would end up walking up to your house. He'd check if the light in your room was still on, which it was most of the time as you were most definitely a night owl. 

You would be sitting at your desk, perhaps, working on some project, or maybe already in bed, reading a book. That's when you'd hear the soft tapping on the window. The first time it happened, you nearly screamed, waking up the entire street, but now you had grown completely used to it. You started looking forward to it, actually. 

One more pebble hit your window by the time you finally showed up in front of it. Your room's soft, warm glow illuminated the ground underneath, showing you Eddie's soft smile. You opened the window, letting the cold night air greet your skin. 

'Hey stranger,' you said, 'what could you possibly be doing here?' 

'Permission to come aboard?' He'd whisper-shout up to you, and you just rolled your eyes, obviously letting him come up.

The first few times, Eddie had struggled, but eventually, he had managed to find the perfect strategy to climb up to your window. You both just hoped that no one would notice the slight dent that had come up near the drainpipes. It was just a small one, anyway. Who knows where that could have come from, right? 

You helped him get over the window sill, already having prepared the area around the window for him to get out of, as before, he tended to trip over the furniture and your countless knick-knacks. 

Without a word, the tradition quickly formed and was repeated almost constantly. He would get inside your room, and while he took off his shoes and jacket, you would get comfortable in bed, propping up a pillow for him. He would already be wearing some old sweatpants, having tried to sleep earlier, and a worn-out shirt that was very familiar to you. He'd get into bed with you and not waste a second to get to hug you. His arms wrapped around you tightly, his lips finding your lips, cheek, temple– any part of you that he could kiss, he would. 

'I missed you,' he murmured into the kiss. 

'You saw me just a few hours ago,' you lightly giggled. 

'I know, but the hours without you seem to be twice as long.' 

'That might be the cheesiest thing you have ever said, Munchie.' You returned him a kiss. 

'And is that a bad thing?' 

'I never said that.' You didn't talk about whatever bothered him. That wasn't what he needed or wanted. Of course, he knew that if he did, you would always be there for him, but he didn't want to think about those things. He just wanted to sleep, have some moment of peace, and that is what you brought out in him. You let him have those quiet moments when his heart and brain stopped going into overdrive and just focused on what really mattered.

While hugging you, he noticed a book lying on the edge of the bed– the one you had been reading for the past few days before going to sleep. He leaned over you, grabbing it. 

"Last night, I dreamt I went to Manderley again. It seemed to me I stood by the iron gate–" 

'That's the first page!' you interrupted, 'I'm like halfway through.' 

'I'm not.' Eddie said before continuing the story. You made yourself comfortable, nuzzling into his side as you tried to read a long with him but eventually felt yourself get increasingly tired as the time went on. 

That is when he finished the first chapter and handed the book to you. 

'Your turn,' he explained, and while you had been ready to doze off, it had only been a few minutes, so the energy came back quickly. Not to mention, the look Eddie gave you– you could not possibly say no. You grabbed the book from him and opened it up to the second chapter. 

"We can never go back again; that much is certain. The past is still too close to us. The thing we have tried to forget and put behind us would stir again, and that sense of fear–" you kept on reading as Eddie had taken up your position of cuddling up against you, with his body close to yours, head on your chest. His arms wrapped all around you from your waist to hips, where his fingers were mindlessly tracing invisible shapes. 

"He is wonderfully patient and never complains, not even when he remembers,"  you kept on reading as Eddie's grip on you got tighter. "which happens, I think, rather more often than he would have me know." 

As you kept on reading the chapter, you could tell whenever a part intrigued him the most, as would stop his mindless phantom doodling on your skin so he could really focus on the words you spoke out loud. But eventually, as you went on, all of it stopped, and his grip on you slacked, and his breathing slowed down, evened out. 

You yourself had wrapped yourself up in the story so much that you read past the third chapter and the next one (as they were all quite short), so Eddie had more than enough time to let his head get lost in everything you were telling him through the book and relax into a deep and soft slumber. As carefully as you could, not wanting to stir him awake, you put the book away and turned the bedside table lamp off. The moment you had leaned away a bit too far, Eddie's instinct kicked in, because, even asleep, he didn't want you to go. 

You pressed a small kiss on his forehead before sliding down to your pillow to get comfortable and fall asleep. 

It was probably the most peaceful few hours of rest both of you had ever had, all the way up until 9 am in the next morning when your mother walked in to wake you up and tell you breakfast was ready. Her blood-curdling scream at the sight of Eddie beside you in your bed made both of you nearly fall off the mattress. 

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Part 4 of Hell Diver!!!!!

[I promise the other requests are coming soon too but this story just comes so much more easy to me and I honestly needed a bit of an easy fix to get back into writing after volume 2 lol]

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no explicit warnings. swearing. mention of shitty friends and strict parents

Chapter 4: Hamster Wheels

The rest of the day had gone by insanely slow. Most days had already felt like they took an eternity, but that Monday… was some cruel joke from the universe. The minutes just would not pass while the hours took on forever to finish. People around you were suffocating you. Not in the literal sense. Just in the "could everyone please shut up for a second so I can finally hear myself think!" insanity. Since lunch hour, all you wanted was to be alone, which was almost impossible in high school. And the feeling of guilt over what you had done to Eddie didn't make any of it any better. 

Once that final bell rang, you stormed out of the classroom, speeding towards your locker to grab your jacket. If you were quick enough, you could get it and get the hell out of there before any of your friends caught on to you. 

'Hey.' Well, it was nice to dream. You were, of course, too slow. Mary walked up behind you. Her smile was broad in the type of menacing way. 'We were gonna go get some milkshakes. Wanna come?' 

'Uhm, no, I can't. ' Usually, you would never have even let the thought be put up for consideration. How could you say no to a milkshake that would most likely be paid for by some cute guy ha! But now, a place where all those people would be was the last place you wanted to step a foot in. 

Mary raised a brow, hearing your unexpected answer. 'Oh. Got plans then?' 

'Yeah, I got to study for the chem test.' 

'That's not until next week, though.' Why couldn't she just let it go? 

'I know, but I really need to nail this one or my mom will kill me, so I'd rather start early.' That must have done the trick, for Mary's whole demeanour relaxed. All your friends knew how overbearing your mother could get. She was that kind of tough love kind of parent, who really just wanted the best for you… even if it wasn't exactly what you had in mind for yourself. 

That was why you had had to lie to her about why you had come back home so much later than agreed last weekend. For all your mother knew, you were at Stacey's for study club–  it's what all of you had decided to use as a cohesive ruse in case your parents started asking questions among each other. If anyone needed an excuse or an alibi, study club is where it's at. You had never really found a use for it before, never having been much of a party person nor had a lot of guys asking you out, which your parents didn't approve of, but Eddie… 

Well, you didn't have to think much about that. No matter how you would put it, there was no way that your parents would let you within a ten-foot vicinity of the guy. He was what they called a "degenerate". Those you had clear instructions to stay away from. And Hellfire… well, let's not even bother. 

'Have fun then,' Mary said with the last twinge of a smile before walking away in search of her boyfriend's arm to hang onto. The second she was out of earshot, you let out a deep sigh and closed your locker again, letting your head fall forward and lean against it. The cool of the metal was pleasant to the touch, heavily contrasting the actual texture of the door as it had bumps and the edges in the slits were sharp, pushing into your forehead. 

You bumped at it again, then again, but quickly stopped, feeling someone's eyes on you. 

And when you turned around, they were hard to miss. The pair of puppy brown eyes, glancing at you from across the corridor. Eddie saw you as he walked out of the building. Had he been walking by, and you hadn't even noticed? Did he hear you talk to Mary again? Well, at least you hadn't been talking about him this time. There was nothing to worsen the situation anymore. 

As you made your way outside, you wondered if you would ever get the chance to talk to him. Would he ever let you come over to his trailer again to talk about D&D? Would he still let you join the campaigns? Hellfire? 

You hoped so. 

By the time you reached your bike, you could see a cloud of dust practically trail behind the same van you had seen at his trailer. It drove off at high speed. If only you could get out of there so quickly… but the wheels on a bike still went waster than just your feet. Sure, you would have preferred to take your dad's car again, but you only got the keys for that on the weekends.

The road to the town library was a relatively simple one. It mainly was following the road leading out of the parking lot of the school, down Main and taking the third crossing to the left until you were greeted with the sight of the large and old building. Even if it had only taken you about fifteen minutes to get there, the scorching sun above you made sure you felt the energy be sucked out of you from the exercise. With deep breaths, you locked your bike again and walked up the small steps to the entrance. 

Inside, the air was colder but not cold in any way. Even worse, it was stuffy, with no proper ventilation anywhere. You could practically smell the dust of the old books that no one had bothered to borrow in the past few decades. 

You walked past the front desk, giving Doris a kind smile as you passed her workstation, as you knew exactly where you wanted to go. 

For years already, the library had become somewhat of a sanctuary for you. A safe haven. Not from anything in particular. Probably just "life" in general. Whenever people started to feel like a bit too much, and you just wanted to get away, you would come here, grab the first book that sparked some kind of interest, sit in a corner, and read until it was time to get back home again. That is kind of how you found your love for all things fantasy. It was the purest way of escapism. 

You walked straight ahead, through the aisles and aisles of books, to the section you had basically devoured already. Today, you weren't in the mood to search for something new. You needed something familiar that you could grab and go and get sucked into all over again. And you knew exactly where it would be. 

Where it should have been. 

'What?' you said to yourself as you mentally went down the alphabet repeatedly. M… N…O…P. It should have been there, that orange-yellow, almost gold, cover. It practically jumped out of the shelf, and yet… it was nowhere to be seen now. 

You had almost given up the search when you noticed the familiar colour in a gap between books. Lying on its side, the spine called to you from the other side of the shelf, its neighbouring aisle. You had no idea what it would be doing there, but it didn't matter. It was there, and you could easily reach it. 

With your hand already stretching out to it, your heart pumping with excitement to have managed to find the book, you almost scared yourself to death when suddenly you saw something else between that gap of books. The back of the head, looking at the books across, and locks of dark curly hair. 

With a shriek, you pulled your hand away. It couldn't have been that loud, but in a quiet and almost empty library, there was no way he hadn't heard you, and you could just about see him turn in your direction before you knelt down. Keeping your head down, you walked as quietly as possible out of the aisle, hoping to get far away from that library section. Why was this happening right now? Why was Eddie Munson the only other person there with you? While all you wanted was just some peace. 

Not that he wouldn't give it to you; he wasn't the problem. You knew you were. Your mind had already started spinning at the idea of "Eddie". Should you go up and talk to him? Or maybe better ignore him completely? The guilt from school, the same guilt and gnawing feeling in your stomach you had been trying to escape, was coming back even stronger. What was he doing there? Would he just take some books and leave, or was he planning on staying longer, like you? And in that case, could you let yourself stat as well? Maybe this had all been a giant mistake, and you should just go home, but no, this was your idea first. Even if you had no idea when Eddie decided to visit the library, you knew for sure you were the first to come up with that idea. 

Yeah, you were spiralling, and it had taken less than a minute. 

You had, however, made it over all the way to a different part of the building. The letters on the covers of the book had become all blurry in your head, the language not processing what the words were actually saying to you anymore. A feeling in your gut, or perhaps the vast acoustics in the room, told you someone was approaching, so you pulled out the closest book to you, trying to read the back cover of it as Eddie Munson turned the corner. 

'y/n?' He seemed genuinely surprised to see you when you turned to look at him. 'I thought I saw you back there.' He smiled, making you remember to smile as well; your whole body had really started to feel miles away. You blinked slowly, before pushing out a smile and a sheepish laugh. 

'Where?' You played dumb, and thankfully, Eddie went along with it. 

'The fantasy section.' He cocked his head back in the direction of the bookshelves you had just escaped from. 

'Uhm, no, I think you must have been mistaken. I've been here the whole time.' You went back to pretend-read your book. Eddie, still enjoying this little play you were putting up, took a step closer, letting his arm lean on the shelf. 

'Are you sure? Because I could have sworn, I heard you.'

'Oh yeah? What did I say?' You had no idea where this cheekiness was coming from, as it really was not you, but Eddie was bringing out plenty of new sides to you. 

'It wasn't so much words more like a–' he copied your little shriek, 'It kind of sounded like a hamster, if I have to be completely honest.'

'I do not–' you cut yourself off quickly, 'I do not think hamsters are allowed in here.'

'Yeah, that's what I thought, so then it must have been something else, shouldn't it?' He was coming closer and closer, his smile only getting bigger while your heart only started beating harder and louder. Eddie must have heard it by then. 

'Well, I've just been here the whole time, so–' 

'So you've said,' he chuckled, 'And I'm sure… The General Theory of Employment, Interest and Money' he peeked at the title of the book you were holding, and so did you, realising you had ended up in the Economics section of the library. Trying to hide your embarrassment, you looked back at Eddie as he continued: '-is a fascinating read, but I really think I had seen you back there.' 

'What makes you so sure it was me?' 

'I suppose it is a bit of a far stretch.' He was now entirely leaning on the bookshelf. 'I mean… we are the only people in here, so the chances of it having been you are… pretty small.' 

'Ha ha,' you rolled your eyes, putting the General Theory back in its place. 'You still have no proof, Munson.'

'I guess I don't. See you later then.' He let his weight fall back on his feet as he straightened up, tapping the book he had been holding on the shelf before turning around. The bright yellow cover made your jaw tighten. 

'Mhm, see ya.' You let yourself roam the Economics section once more, just waiting for him to walk away… with your book. 

You waited a few seconds, but he didn't seem to be going away any time soon. He stood there, a few feet away, arms crossed with a big amused smile. So, you looked back at him, getting a bit annoyed now– you weren't even annoyed at him, just at everything in general. But you pushed it back when you gently asked: 'Can I help you with something?' 

'No, no,' he shook his head, 'I'm good thanks. Was just wondering when you would ask.' 

'Ask what?' 

'For the book.' He showed it to you again, almost taunting you with it. 

'Why-' 

'Here,' he put it down on a shelf near him and started walking backwards. 'It's good. I'm sure you'll like it.' 

'I know.' you reached out for it, unable to hide the smile from seeing one of your favourite books. 'Uh- but, thanks.'  

'Don't mention it.' And with that, he disappeared into another aisle. You looked at the cover of the book, being greeted with the image that in itself had already brought so much comfort to you. As you walked between the shelves to your usual sitting spot, you let the pages slip through your fingers. It was a bit unconventional for a public indoor space, as you didn't go for one of the designated reading spots or one of the large desks in the middle of the room where people usually did their reading. 

You liked to sit down in one of the corners of the library, around the biography section, where the books could quite literally embrace you from all sides. There was a window right above you, too, so the natural light was better than the artificial yellow glow from the old lamps. You sat down on the ground and started reading. 

 In a distant and second-hand set of dimensions, in an astral plane that was never meant to fly, the curling star-mists waver and part…

You read about ten pages, but quickly realised you had barely comprehended anything that was happening on the pages. The words flew into your mind and immediately left as soon as your eyes moved on to the next. If it weren't for the fact that you had already read the book a few times in the past year, you would have no idea what was happening. 

The thought of Eddie Munson having picked out the same book you had wanted to read was occupying your whole being. And the fact he had just given it to you… it made you feel even worse about everything that had happened at school. 

You couldn't just sit there and read, so you got up and started looking in the hopes he hadn't left yet. 

You went through every aisle, turning each corner, hoping you would see him standing in all his Eddie Munson glory that you had slowly started to miss whenever he wasn't around. 

Eventually, you found him at one of the large oak tables. A whole pile of books next to him, as he was scribbling away in a notebook and only looked up from it when you were standing in front of him. 

'Hey,' you said, waving, for some reason. 

'Hi.' he said, a bit unsure, not knowing what you had come for. He glanced down from your face to see you holding the book close to your chest. 'Done already?'

'Oh, no, couldn't really get into it today.'

'That's a shame.' Eddie looked down to scribble down some more words onto the paper. 'Do you want to–' he pointed at the chair opposite of him. 

'No, I uhm, I just– wanted to apologise.' You held the book tighter for a bit of support as it let you focus on something besides Eddie's piercing gaze on you. The way he had his head, slightly crooked, in curiosity for your next words, made a warm and fuzzy feeling grow in your stomach. 'Since I'm sure you had heard what I had said at school, and that was really a shit thing of me to do.' 

'You have nothing to apologise for, y/n. Heavy is the head that wears the popularity crown.'

'I'm not popular,' you scoffed, 'but that's not the point. I don't want you to think that I'm like, ashamed, or something, to be seen with you. You're a really cool guy. But people are so cruel and well, we are not exactly the types to usually be seen together, and then that is just fuel for others to be nasty, to either of us.' 

'We are in two separate worlds, and you're scared that if we spend too much time together, those worlds will collide and will end in a giant disaster?' 

'Sorta… yeah.' He had phrased it so much better than what you had managed to come up with while you had been searching for him. 

'I get it. And I'm not mad, either way,' he said, closing his notebook. 'I get how it is; school sucks, and for what it's worth… I'm scared of my friends seeing me around you too.' 

'What?' your heart dipped a few inches down to your gut. 

'Yeah, what will they think when I start ditching them to hang out with the prettiest girl in school.' 

A warm feeling crept up on your face, and you suddenly couldn't look directly at him. But your peripheral vision still let you enjoy the glimpse of his smirk at you, trying to process the compliment. Then, you needed to change the subject, so you looked at the books he had stacked up on the table. Most of them you recognised to be different Dungeons and Dragons manuals, giving you an idea of what he had come to the library for, but you still asked: 'What are you doing?'

'That is highly confidential and secret information, my dearest y/n, so I unfortunately can not tell you.' 

'You're working on the next campaign?' The campaign he had told you to join. The excitement started bubbling up inside you. 

'If I tell you, I'll have to kill you,' he whispered the words, already looking around himself as if the walls had ears. You doubted anyone in town would care what he had been up to and what he had written in his notebook, and perhaps you wouldn't even have cared if he hadn't made it so enticing to know. 

'C'mon, there must be something you can tell me?' 

'As the Dungeon Master, I have taken an oath to protect and keep the secrets of the world, and there is nothing you can do sway me to your dark side.' 

'Nothing?' you quizzed, giggling at his antics. 

'Nothing,' his dark eyes were so serious, yet you could tell he was having the time of his life right there. More thoughts interrupted your moment, that you quickly pushed aside. Flirting would not be the right direction for this. If it had been some guy offering you a milkshake, you would have gone for it, but you and Eddie seemed to be really hitting it off. Even after these very few interactions you've had with him, you could tell that a great friendship could come out of this, so there was no need to go and ruin this now just for a silly joke about the campaign.  

Maybe, not even that deep down, you did want to walk across to him and pull him by the collar and kiss him, but those thoughts were quickly stomped down. He was a nice and good-looking guy. Obviously, you felt a slight urge to do it. But, it didn't mean anything. 

'Ok, fine, I give up.' You put a hand up in defeat, 'I'll just have to wait like everyone else.' 

'That you must,' he would have said something else, but he was suddenly caught off by a deafening thunder rumbling outside. You could immediately see yourself having to cycle back home in that storm. Where had it even come from? It had been a perfectly sunny day when you arrived at the library, but when you looked out from the windows, the sky was dark grey, and the rain was hitting the glass hard.

'Shit.' Was all you said in reaction to the thunder. 

'What's wrong?' Eddie asked, looking up at you as you still had not sat down.

'Nothing, I'm just gonna have to cycle back home in that.' The once silent library had been entirely taken over by the rain pounding on the outside. 

'I'll drive you,' he got up, grabbing his notebook. 

'What?' 

'Most people reply with a thank you,' he quipped, 'but you can put your bike in the back of my van, and I'll drive you home.' 

'Why?' Your responses weren't getting any better, much to Eddie's amusement. 

'Let's say it's an investment. By driving you home, I'll make sure you don't catch pneumonia or some shit and won't be then eaten alive by endless guilt.' 

'I wasn't really planning on going back home yet,' you admitted, and you could have sworn Eddie's shoulders slumped lightly. 'But can I maybe join you here, for now?' 

'Go right ahead.' And you took the seat opposite him, opening up your book again as Eddie returned to work. Every few pages, you would look up and see him work, flipping through the books around him, tapping his pencil on any surface in a random beat. At one moment, he looked up at you as you had been at him, thinking you were bothered by the drumming. 

'Sorry,' he smiled, stopping subtly.

'No, you're good.' You told him, giving him a smile before going back to your own book. It was very pleasant, the two of you being together yet not. Joined at the table but separated by your own doings. He had his campaign; you had your book. 

At some point, you got so into your book that everything else slightly faded away, and you were only brought back to the real world when ring-covered fingers tapped the top of the book spine. You looked up and met Eddie's eyes, as he leaned over the table to reach for the cover. 

'What's up?' 

'Just checking in,' he shrugged. 'Just let me know when you want to go home, yeah?' 

'Mhm,' you nodded, 'but if you want to go now, that's fine. You don't have to wait up on me; I can just cycle home later.' 

'That is pretty selfish of you, y/n– since you know how guilt-ridden I will be if anything happens to you–  just to go and suggest that.'

You had no response to that, and so you continued your ventures on parallel sides of the table until the sun was starting to set once again, making the skies even darker than they were to begin with. The librarian walked up to you to announce that the place would be closing soon. 

'If you're not planning on checking anything out, be a dear and put them back,' she told Eddie with a kind smile, to which he saluted. Almost a second after the woman left again, he was up on his feet, collecting the books in his arms. You were about to reach for his notebook to help him out, but he grabbed it quickly, taking it between his teeth, letting the pages flap about as he walked. 

'I can help,' you told him, seeing how heavy the books seemed. 

'Thank you, milady, but I shall go on this quest on my own.' None of the comedies you had watched in the cinema matched up to the comedic timing of Eddie having said that and almost immediately falling over by stumbling into the chair he had been sitting on previously. 

'Are you ok?' You asked apprehensively as he regained his balance. With the notebook still in his mouth, Eddie's response only came out as a disgruntled muffled sound, but he seemed to be doing fine. 

You hadn't finished reading your book, but it wasn't your plan anyway. You had just needed to escape for a little bit, so that had been accomplished… whether it was the actual act of reading of your companion in it… 

Eddie put all of his books back, one by one, so you did so as well with yours. Obviously, you were done much quicker so you came back around into the aisle in which he was standing, and without a moment for protest, grabbed the top books in his arms. 

'This shall be no solo quest, today, my good sire.' That was enough from you to leave him speechless. With a chuckle, he let you take the books; noticeably, they were all lighter than the ones that remained in his arms, but still. Somehow, it had become a bit of a competition to see which one of you would be done first. You only had one final book left to place, but it was on one of the highest shelves, just a bit out of your reach. 

'Wait,' before you could ask what was going on, Eddie grabbed you and pulled you up just high enough for you to reach the shelf you needed. It had been a surprise, so the squeak sound that you had made earlier, which Eddie lovingly commented on its similarity to a rodent speech, came back up. 

'Did you hear that?' Eddie said, putting you back on the ground. 'I think the hamster came back.' 

'Hamster or not, I won.' 

'Only because I let you.' He smirked, and you became very aware of your proximity to him. With your back against the bookshelves, you had nowhere to back away, and Eddie was so close that your chest was nearly touching his. 

'Now, why would you do that?'  You asked softly. There was no need to whisper. The library was soon closing, and you were the only ones still there. Not to mention, you hadn't exactly been quiet before either. But this situation called for soft, intimate tones. 

'I'm not sure… maybe it's because I like your smile.' Now it was his turn to leave you speechless. A lump formed in your throat as you tried to process what he had said, which was even harder since he was so close. When he reached out to brush some hair out of your face, you had to suck in a breath. His calloused fingers only ghosted over your skin, but an electricity sort of spark shot through you. 

'We should probably go,' you mustered out, 'before she locks us in.'

'Wouldn't want that.' Eddie's voice had also become much softer, almost a whisper. You could have sworn his eyes had, again, whisked down to look at your lips, and that idea made your head spin. It would only be even if you did the same for him now, right? Just a quick glance at his lips. They were perfect, just like the rest of him… 

'Come,' he said, so close to you now you could feel his words on you. 

'Huh?' You blinked slowly. 

'Let's get you home.' and so, he took a step back. The emptiness between you felt personal, almost internal. Like by stepping away, he had actually ripped something out from between you. A bandaid ripping at your skin, leaving a weird tingly sensation behind. 

Eddie's van was parked just behind the library, which is why you hadn't noticed it on your way inside. The rain had started to slow down, the lightning and thunder hadn't been heard for well over half an hour, but it was still pouring heavily. You grabbed your bike as quickly as possible, and Eddie had already opened the car's back doors and was waiting for you inside. He didn't wait, just grabbed the front of the bicycle and pulled it inside, then offered his hand to help you in. 

'Thanks,' you sputtered out. The two minutes in the rain had been enough to thoroughly soak you, so you were definitely glad to take Eddie's offer and let him drive you home. 

It was a short drive, in which you mostly tried to get some information out of Eddie on what he had been working on. 

'C'monnnn, tell me something. Anything.' 

'What would you like to know?' he asked as he turned a corner into your street. 

'I don't know.' 

'That doesn't really help me, sweetheart. You got to be specific, otherwise I could go on for hours and maybe not even tell you anything worth your while and we'd waste both our times.' 

'That's impossible,' you laughed, 'You could never waste my time.' 

Eddie clutched onto the stirring wheel, stopping the car as you near the house. Before you had started driving, you decided it would be the smartest thing not to drive up all the way to the front lawn, so your parents wouldn't see you step out of some "random guy's" dingy van. 

'Maybe next time I'll let you hear all my secrets.' he put the van in park, and you thanked him again. Then, you both climbed out to the back to get your bike. Eddie opened the doors and jumped out, taking the bike out and again helping you make the little jump. His hand fit perfectly around yours, and even though you were standing quite steadily, neither of you let go. 

'Hey uhm,' he said, the rain making both your hairstyles worse, 'just so you know, I'm really not mad… about anything.' 

'I'm really glad for that.' you squeezed his hand, to which he pressed back. 

'Just, promise me one thing, if you can.' He wiped the hair out of his face, and you did the same. The weather should have been getting better, but it really wasn't. 

'What's that?' 

'Promise not to run away from me again?' 

I like you way too much to watch you walk away from me; that's what he had said when you were leaving his trailer. And how many times had you run anyway? Too many to count, which was too embarrassing to keep track. So maybe he just asked out of annoyance, but the fuzzy warm feeling was overcoming you anyway, which might have been a bit foolish since, in reality, you were freezing in the cold rain. 

'I'll try.'

To be Continued...

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Hi there! Maybe tmi but I’ve been daydreaming of a scenario where you and Eddie have been staring at each other for most of senior year but you’re too shy to approach each other and then you bump into him at school after-hours and suddenly you’re slamming each other into the locker room or AV room or whatever other school setting and having crazy panting feral hot sex. I love your fics so I’d pass out if you wrote something along these lines and then spontaneously combust from horniness

ok this immediately got me inspired to write, even though I told myself "no blurbs until you finish the pirate eddie fic" but fuck it. i had to write this.

warnings: SMUT minors dni! unprotected PIV (female!reader). kinda public?? in a school building but no one's around. swearing. i don't think there's anything else, but I'm sorry I'm tired.

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What were you doing? What in the world were you thinking? 

Well, the answer to the first question was quite simple. You were standing in front of the janitor’s closet. It was just the beginning of your free period, when you were supposed to be sitting in the library studying for your upcoming chem final, but it turns out you had more important things at hand. 

You looked down at the note in your hand again. The one he had dropped right in front of you just a few hours ago. It had been at your locker, it was early, and you were barely awake, putting away your jacket. 

At first, you had thought nothing of it, still trying to get over the fact that Eddie Munson had bumped into you. The image of his flashy smile was still developing in your corneas. So when you saw the small piece of paper, you thought it might have just been some trash he dropped, but either way, you decided to pick it up. Out of mere curiosity, really. You had seen the black pen marks bleeding through it and wanted to know what the school’s freak had to say. And what it was… was quite interesting. 

5th period. Janitor’s closet, west. Meet me there. 

E. 

Your heart nearly burst out of your chest, but it couldn’t have been meant for you, could it? Either way, you went to the west hall. You found that janitor’s closet and looked around for anyone. What would other students think if you stood around? Could they tell what you were trying to build the courage up for? 

Eddie must have already been inside as the clock on the wall ticked loudly away past the first minute of the hour. You wanted to go inside; you did, but you couldn’t push away the feeling that he might have meant the note for someone else. Had he accidentally dropped it in front of you and been waiting for a completely different person?

So, why the hell did you still knock? 

Why even knock in the first place? Why not just open the door? It all felt so stupid, and you felt even sillier when the door opened and Eddie popped out.

He grabbed you by the arm and pulled you inside. It was neither light nor dark in the cupboard. The lightbulb above your head barely gave off any light, but the window in the door was a bit of help. That's when you realised that even though you could not see him there, he had seen you pace about in the corridor.

‘I thought you’d never come in.’ He said with a smile, voice airy, his body inching closer to you with each word. His hands were already setting up their place on your hips, hesitant for your reaction. He clearly had a lot of things on his mind that he wanted to express, but he also didn’t want to push any of your boundaries. You could tell just by how his breath hitched in anticipation, how he dragged his tongue over his bottom lip. 

‘I– I thought you might have given me the note by accident.’ you placed your hand over his chest. Just that feeling alone, even with the many layers of his clothing between you, it made you melt. Of course, the room was small, with no proper air circulation, so that might have been why you felt so hot, but something in you told you that might not have been entirely it. He chuckled at your confession.

‘Who else would it have been for?’ His nose brushed over your cheek, his words hitting your hot skin as he spoke. He was about to move away, but you mirrored his actions right in sync, crashing your lips to his, breaking the dam of feeling and need that had been building between the two of you for the last few weeks. 

It all started with innocent looks across the room—a smile, a wink. 

But it all gradually escalated in subtle ways. No matter how much you would have wanted to, you never dared to take it any further than this. And neither could Eddie. He was a person who was very loud and boisterous, but at times he could shut down and close off. At times, for example, when he was struck by you looking directly at him from your cafeteria table. How he had wanted to walk up to you, tell you everything he had wanted to say each time he saw you, but all the words collapsed in his mind as soon as you actually showed up in front of him. And pretty much the same happened to you. 

Maybe that is why you felt like you were being pulled together. This invisible string connected the two of you in ways no one could explain but wouldn’t complain about either.

The last week, in particular, something had been set off in both of you. Nothing you did was particularly sexual, but it got him going, and you could say the same thing about Eddie. Just seeing him sit there, laid back in the chair, legs spread out, laughing at whatever his friends were saying– you wanted to sit in that lap and laugh along with him.

You couldn’t be wearing a cuter outfit, could you? Eddie’s heart was doing overtime in trying to keep him alive at the sight of you. He needed to talk to you, say something about how you made him feel. 

That is all he had intended with the note. Just so the two of you could talk. Perhaps the tiny enclosed space of the cupboard in an abandoned part of the school was presumptuous of him. Maybe he should have picked a bit more open space, but in all honesty, he was scared that after talking to him for a minute, you would just laugh in his face for how wrong he had been about you. You being interested in him? Now that would make its rounds around the school in no time. 

But then you got into that damn little closet with him, and it’s like all his sanity had left him. He couldn’t compose himself any longer. The feeling of you being so close to him made him haywire in the best way possible, and when you kissed him– 

‘Fuck,’ he grumbled from between the kiss. Your lips just parted long enough for a catch of air, but nothing longer than that. The idea that you did want, maybe even needed, him as much as he desired you… he couldn’t comprehend it, really. All he could do at the moment was hold you close, hoping that his hands weren’t actually too tight on your body. 

But then you let your body free. Your hand clasped at his shoulder as your leg snaked its way around his. Eddie took the opportunity without hesitation to push you against one of the shelving units. It buckled back and forth, but nothing fell off, so neither of you cared. Instead, he pressed you up against it, holding you up by your legs as you crossed your arms around his neck.

Eddie groaned out, to his own surprise, at you tugging his hair. His hips bucked into yours. Was there any way you didn’t feel how hard he was getting? His mind was becoming increasingly clouded with this visceral and nearly animalistic hunger for you. The kisses were getting sloppier by the second when you started pushing the denim vest off his arms. 

The untangling clothes of your bodies was a challenge, but you got there in the end, only getting rid of the most necessary parts. So, naturally, Eddie’s vest and jacket had to go so that he could pull his shirt off. You hiked up your shirt, revealing your bra and pulled your skirt up your legs, while Eddie unbuckled his trousers and let them drop to his ankles, together with his underwear. As it continued, neither of you could explain what came over you. 

He reached his hand to play with your cunt over your panties, but you scolded him. 

‘No time.’ there wasn’t. You weren’t sure how much time there was left before you had to get to your next class. There was no need to waste the little time you had on foreplay, no matter how much you wanted it or both of you wanted it.

‘Wouldn’t have taken you for being so bossy, sweetheart,’ Eddie smirked and kissed you before you could respond. Simultaneously, he thrust his cock deep inside you. You would have screamed out in pleasure if his lips had not been on you. The feeling of him stretching you out– it was almost blissful. 

‘Eddie, oh my god,’ you grabbed his hair tighter as he kept going. It was something that seemed to spur him on. Eddie Munson liked it rough. Not an unexpected discovery, but maybe how you found out– or the fact you got to experience it first-hand, was a bit of a surprise. 

‘C’mon baby, c’mon,’ his voice got deeper with each thrust and groan, mixing with your moans and gasps of pleasure. The shelf to which he had pinned you also kept making noise, and the two of you constantly had to keep pulling yourselves back before everything would topple over and the entire school would hear what you were up to. 

You could feel yourself getting closer, and you tried to clarify that to Eddie, but coherent words, or even noises, were too much for your brain at that moment. How he actually managed to understand that was a miracle. He kissed you deeper. Like the ones before, the kiss was full of heat and passion. It was hungry and filthy. Messy. 

Your nails scratched over his back; Eddie hissed at the sensation, bucking his hips deeper into you. You had just enough time to open your mouth, where a nearly pornographic moan would escape from if it wasn’t for Eddie’s hand that quickly caught it. He pressed his palm over your lips. 

‘Shh, don’t want to get caught, do we?’ he smiled. It was a tired smile, enhanced by the pearls of sweat on his chest and his hair curling on his forehead as he kept on pulling you closer to your climax. He pulled you into it. Tighter and tighter. So tight until it all snapped, and you unravelled in his arms. 

Eddie pulled out of you slowly, carefully. He held you until both of you caught your breath and pulled your shirt back over your chest… but not before lightly kissing your breasts. Something you couldn’t help but giggle at.

 You took the time he spent getting dressed to regain some energy. Never had you ever been fucked like that before. You could readily admit that. Eddie Munson was… something else, for sure. It was terrific… and yet, when you looked at Eddie, something seemed to be off. He was chewing at the inside of his cheeks, brows furrowed, deep in thought. 

‘Something wrong?’ you asked.

‘No,’ is all he said, but you called bullshit. ‘This isn’t how I had… Sorry, I guess, if that was a bit…’ he drifted off, cheeks tinged in a pink hue as he focused on buckling his belt. 

‘It was great Eddie.’ You wanted him to know you enjoyed yourself. 

‘I just… I don’t want you to think that this is why I told you to come here. I had just wanted to talk, actually–’

‘What did you want to talk about then,’ you smiled. 

‘I– I’m not quite sure anymore,’ he chuckled, scratching at the back of his head. The boy was utterly whipped and fucked out. You noticed a lock of his hair sticking out, and without much thought, you walked up to fix it. 

‘Well, I’m really glad I came,’ you kissed his cheek, which was burning up, ‘in all senses of the word.’ 

‘I’d be more than happy to do it again,’ he kissed the corner of your mouth. ‘If you’d let me, of course.’

‘It’s a deal, Munson,’ you told him as you walked out of the cupboard. 

Easy to say Eddie felt like he was walking on a cloud for the rest of the day. He couldn’t believe what had happened. He just couldn’t…. He couldn’t think a girl like you would just do all of that with a guy like him. At one point, he actually started considering he had dreamed it all up. He had probably accidentally fallen asleep during a class or something, and it had been nothing more than a figment of his imagination. 

Easy to say all of those ideas went away the second Eddie opened his locker at the end of the day, and a small piece of paper fell out. Right on the ground between his feet. On it was written: 

the End

Tonight, my house.

How about that deal, Munson? 

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ˣ pairing: poe dameron x f!reader

ˣ summary: being stranded on a planet? not a problem, at least rescue’s coming. the real issue is that it means for twelve hours, you’re stuck with poe dameron.

ˣ warnings: 7.7k wc. explicit smut (oral/vaginal) and language. enemies-ish to lovers & forced proximity trope. mentions of blood & injuries. kinda soft!

ˣ a/n: “it’s been 84 years…” seriously tho i apologize for the big delay in posting ;_; but yay here’s my first official poe fic! i didn’t intend for this to be quite long, still i hope you enjoy 🤍

You’re seething with anger.

A red, hot, and blinding rage.

One more word out of your Commander, and you swear you’d make him regret having survived that crash landing.

You couldn’t care any less for his half-assed excuses. The weak explanations and baseless assumptions that only boil your blood. Even the sound of his mere voice has you so irritated that you wish the explosion had blown out your ear drums.

If only he had listened to you, then the two of you wouldn’t be in this mess— you wouldn’t be stranded on some unknown, barren planet deep in the outer rim.

Quick to point a finger, this was entirely Poe Dameron’s doing.

This was all his fucking fault.

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