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flippinpancakes64 · 4 months ago

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Hello! I love your stuff and I wanted to request their response to:

Reader: Let me take care of you.

Them: It's rotten work...

Reader: Not to me...not if it's you.

Keep writing! You're amazing! (And I need something to read while I stay up)

Taking care of the Cullens

Ok ngl this ask has me giggling and kicking my feet

Jasper let me take care of you 😡😭❤️

Uhm and remember in my request rules thing where I said I don’t do narratives… i might be a big fat liar cause that’s what I did here… don’t come for me

And thank you so much for the kind words! Thank you for requesting and I hope you enjoy!

Edward:

We all know he has a bit of a complex when it comes to his worth and his humanity

He tends to get in his own head a lot

Especially when it comes to you and your relationship

He doesn’t really get jealous in the normal sense

He just sort of gets sad when he sees you with other people

It’s one day after school and Edward seems to be avoiding you. You’re sitting at the table with Emmett, Alice, Esme, and Jasper playing a card game.

Only Edward is nowhere to be found.

The game finishes, Alice winning and Emmett immediately going into ranting mode about how it’s rigged. You excuse yourself to go check on him.

You find him upstairs in the piano room, plunking away on the keys mindlessly. If he wasn’t a vampire and you didn’t know better, you would say he didn’t even notice you enter the room.

You stood behind him for a while, watching as his fingers danced over the ivory keys.

“It sounds beautiful” you say.

He doesn’t respond.

“Edward, what’s the matter? You’ve hardly spoken to me all day.”

“Do you ever wish I was human?”

The question catches you off guard.

“To wish for you to be human would be to change you, and I happen to love you just the way you are.”

He huffs, his fingers halting.

“But don’t you wish I was warm? Don’t you wish I could eat the foods you like, actually sleep next to you at night, grow old with you?”

You sit down next to him at the stool and take his hands in your own.

“What were you like when you were human?”

The change of subject seems to catch him off guard, his face twists slightly as he thinks. He pauses for a beat before answering.

“I was a bit of a troublemaker. My mom always said I was giving her grey hairs way too early. I didn’t do any of my schoolwork, I just wanted to go and be free.”

“Hm, sounds like the you that could sleep, eat, and grow old was a bit of a wild card. Not really my type. You know I prefer the sophisticated, musical type.”

He laughs at that, hanging his head down to press a kiss to your joined hands.

“So what you’re saying is you like the version of me without a soul better,” he says bitterly. You frown at that.

“No, I’m saying I like the you that I have now. I love you, Edward. I would never trade you for anyone else in the world whether they have a pulse or not.”

He’s quiet for a moment.

“You know this is how it will always be, right? I’ll always be here, trying some new way to push you away from me. To make you realize that you deserve better.”

“And I’ll always be here to take care of you and make sure you know that my mind will never change.”

“Taking care of me for the rest of your life… talk about the worst job you could get.”

“Only it won’t be a job. Not for me. Not when it’s for you.”

He looks at you then, finally. His big, black eyes staring into yours.

You’ve wished it before, but in this moment you wish you were the one who could read his mind instead of the other way around.

“You’re so stupid,” he smiles, and leans in for a kiss.

Maybe one day he’ll fully believe you.

Alice:

Alice has a tendency to shut down whenever there’s too much going on

Too many people are on the cusp of making decisions that could change their lives

It seems that every person she meets on the street has a vision attached

She can’t take it anymore

You find her curled up in a ball in her room, the TV playing a program you don’t think she’s watching.

Around her are scattered sketchbook pages, each one hastily ripped from the pad and thrown to the floor.

On these pages are drawings of buildings, people, animals, and tragedies. You catch the face of a woman who’s screaming as a bullet heads straight for her face. In another is an open room with a small grenade in the center.

No wonder she’s been so upset.

None of the pages show joy, every single one a warning of a disaster that’s just waiting to happen.

In front of her, there’s a stack of drawings that she’s flipping through. On one of them you catch what looks like your face, only it’s contorted in a scream. In another you see Jasper, but you can’t make out what’s around him.

“Alice,” you call out, and her head whips up. Maybe she hadn’t heard you like you thought she did. “What’s wrong?”

She looks at you like a deer in headlights for a moment, before her eyes glance back down to the papers in front of her.

“There’s nothing wrong. Not yet, at least.”

Her tone is grave. You can hear the desperation for an answer, or at least a break.

You sigh, and move to sit next to her. You reach to take the stack of papers from her, meeting no resistance. If she wanted to keep them from you, she could. But she knew now that fighting you was always going to be useless.

“Alice, I know you can’t control the fact that you see these visions. But you can control how much you obsess over them. This isn’t healthy.”

“I don’t need to be healthy. I can’t die or get sick.”

You sigh again. “That’s not what I mean and you know it. You can’t keep withering away in here obsessing over what might happen.”

“But-“

“No buts.” You say, throwing the stack of papers to the side. “How long ago did you have these visions?”

She thinks for a moment.

“Yesterday, I think.”

“Alright. Have they happened yet?”

“Well, no…”

“From what you saw, are they still a possibility now?”

“…they are… a very low possibility…”

You could see her reluctantly piecing together your words, clearly not wanting to admit her mistake out loud.

“Look, Alice, you know that I’m always touched by you looking out for me, but in moments like this I need to look out for you too.”

She looks into your eyes, then hangs her head again.

“But that’s not how it’s supposed to be. My gift, I should be the one taking care of you-“

“No. There is no ‘supposed to’ anything. Humans aren’t ‘supposed to’ be with vampires and yet here we are. So please just come with me and watch a movie or cuddle or something?”

She looks at you again, then. Staring into your eyes, then glancing around her room, at all of the papers, then back to you. She smiles slightly and floats up to her feet.

“Fine. But I’m picking the movie.”

Jasper:

This is a man who needs some serious love and reassurance

He’s always on edge around you, even if he plays it off like he isn’t

He’s just always so scared of hurting you or doing something wrong

And a lot of the time that manifests as him isolating himself to try and get you to leave him

It was gonna be one of those nights again.

A night that you would spend alone in the bed you were supposed to be sharing with the love of your life, Jasper.

But no. On a night like this, he’s out in the woods, far, far away. Stewing in his feelings and brooding.

You don’t even remember anything happening this time. Sometimes something can set him off; a jab from someone at school, a hug he gave you that ended up being WAY too tight, anything really. Anything that reminds him of how he’s not supposed to be with you.

But right about now, you’re sick of it.

The Cullens have taken to being quieter at night since you’ve started sleeping over a lot more, but you know they’re all here- all except for the one you want.

So it being 2 am won’t bother any of the other residents of the house. You roll out of bed and march your way over to the door, throwing it open (politely) and stomping down the steps.

Emmett is the first one you see, and you decide he’ll be perfect for the job anyway.

“What’s got you going, firecracker?” He asks.

“I need you to go find Jasper and bring him to me. Now. I need to talk to him,” you couldn’t help the anger and frustration that seeped into your voice. Lack of sleep will do that to you.

Emmett stood up straight and gave a stupid salute, “One loner coming right up, boss.”

And with that he was out of the door, and you trudged back upstairs to wait for your boyfriend.

You were laying in the bed, still trying desperately to go to sleep when you heard a light knock on the door. Your eyes flicked open to see Jasper standing in the doorway, looking completely out of place and uncomfortable.

All of your anger left instantly, all you saw was the sweet man who was far too worried for his own good.

You sighed and scooted over, patting the spot next to you.

“Come here, Jasper.”

A look of what could only be described as fear flashed across his face before he shook his head and muttered a small, “i can’t.”

You sighed again and stood up, making your way over to him. When you reached him, you stretched your arms out to take his face in your hands, his eyes wouldn’t meet yours.

“Look, Jas, I don’t know what you’re thinking, but I have a pretty damn good idea. You’re not gonna hurt me.”

“You don’t know that,” he says, looking into your eyes, something about the black made him look more human, more scared. “Vampires are already dangerous, but I’m the worst of the worst. You’ve found yourself a faulty cannon amongst rifles, darling.”

You frowned at his analogy, squeezing his perfect face in your hands.

“You are NOT faulty, you hear me? You are perfect. Perfect for me, at least.”

“The perfect man for you wouldn’t be tearing himself up inside trying not to kill you.”

“And a lesser man would have already done it.” He was shocked at that, stunned into silence. He hung his head slightly, not meeting your eyes once more.

“And what if I do hurt you one day? Would you ever forgive me? Could I ever forgive myself?”

“I don’t think you will. But if you do, Carlisle will put me back together and I’ll jump right back into your arms.”

His eyes bore into your soul as he stared at you like you were crazy.

“Why the hell would you do that? Come running right back to me?”

“To make sure you don’t hate yourself for too long. Now come on, I’m tired and I can’t sleep without my personal AC unit.”

He looked at you with disbelief. You knew he didn’t believe you, you don’t know if he ever will.

But that’s okay. You’ll keep him right here, and pull him back to you every time he runs away.

Eventually, he’ll understand that you love him.

Rosalie:

The topic of kids has always been a very touchy one for Rosalie

It’s all she’s ever wanted, and all that she still wants

Most days, the pain is not too much of an issue

But some days, it just gets to be too much

You and Rosalie were walking down the street, hand in hand as you strolled by the different shops and food stands.

The city was busy today, many young couples out and about, shopping, talking, kissing far too passionately to be in public, the usual.

“Rose, do you mind if we sit down for a bit? These shoes Alice chose for me look really nice, but they are so uncomfortable.”

She giggled, but nodded and led you both to a bench. You sat down with a heavy sigh, finally getting off of your feet after what felt like forever (even though it was only about an hour).

Across the way in the little park you’ve both found yourself in, a young couple is sitting on a bench.

The woman has long, flowing, blonde hair that frames her face in loose curls. She’s wearing a gorgeous floral-patterned dress, and on her left hand is quite possibly the biggest, gaudiest ring you have ever seen.

To her right, a man sits, one who bears a striking resemblance to you, regardless of gender.

And in the middle, a little baby. A perfect mix of the two, her hair and his eyes, her nose and his jawline, all swaddled in a cute little onesie.

You’re about to turn to Rosalie to point out the cute baby (she always loves to look and maybe go touch it if the parents allow her to) when you see that she’s already looking.

Her face is grave, like she’s looking at her own headstone. Her face is twisted in grief, and she looks on the verge of tears.

It takes you a second to connect the dots, but once you do, your heart clenches for her.

That woman looks like her, reminds Rosalie of herself. And the man looks like you. And that baby is what she wants, all she’s ever wanted. What she can’t have.

Babies are always hard for her, but this struck a deep chord.

“Rose… do you wanna go home?” You ask softly, not wanting to come off as pushy.

“…”

“Come on, let’s go,” you grab her arm to pull her up, she goes with you, but keeps her head craned back to the young couple the whole time.

Once you’re far away, she breaks down. You’ve never seen a vampire cry, and that’s probably because they can’t. But if they could, Rosalie would be sobbing.

You know it’s bad because she doesn’t even care that she falls to the floor in this dirty, nasty alleyway. Normal Rosalie would rather die 100 times over than get her clothes dirty, especially here.

You sit down next to her, letting her dry heave and gasp into your shoulder, her wails breaking your heart.

You’re helpless here. Cause what can you really do? You can’t give her a kid, she can’t give you one either. You can’t go back in time and stop her from being killed. And you can’t go back and steal that baby from that couple (even though you kind of really want to).

So you just hold her.

You run her hair, pat her back, kiss her head, and whisper into her ear. How much you love her, how she’s perfect, how it’s okay, how you don’t think less of her.

Once she’s calmed down and her breathing has slowed, she looks up at you.

“I’m so sorry. You shouldn’t be seeing this side of me.”

“What? I want to be here for you, Rose. I know I can’t fix this for you, but at least I can-“

“Fix it? Darling, don’t worry about fixing me. I’m already completely broken, there’s nothing to fix.”

With that you just take a moment to look at her. Her face screams that she is broken. In her soul, at least. Her and Edward are a lot more similar than they like to think.

“Rosalie. You are not broken. There is nothing wrong with you.”

She scoffs at that. “I’m not human. I’d say that’s pretty wrong. Not to mention the fact that I can’t even look at a couple with a baby and not want to violently kill someone.”

“And that’s okay.”

She scoffs again.

“No, really, Rose. I mean it. I’m never ever going to think less of you for something like this. You went through something I can never even imagine and now you’re left to pick up the pieces. Just let me help you.”

She looks at you, her eyes staring into yours. The grief that she’s feeling is evident. But deep in her eyes, you see a touch of something else. Trust, maybe.

“You know, you’re gonna be picking up pieces for the rest of your life.”

“That’s okay, I don’t mind. Not if it’s you.”

Emmett:

He likes to pretend to be all big and bad all of the time

But in reality, he's still a person

He just has a hard time remembering that sometimes

You don't know where he got all of that energy from.

I mean, realistically, you know that he can never get tired.

But really, even for a vampire this was unnatural.

Some nobody in school had challenged him to an arm wrestle. Of course, he can never resist. He grabbed the guy's hand and prepared to pummel him, only to flinch and have his hand thrown down against the wood of the desk.

The guy had one of those fake shock things in his hand, and as soon as Emmett clamped down it vibrated like crazy.

To say he was pissed would be an understatement.

And now he was taking all of that anger out on the trees around the Cullen house.

"That-" punch "fucking-" punch "ASSHOLE!" punch punch punch

It had been days. And you were honestly getting worried. He hadn't hunted in those days, much less came inside the house. You're surprised the park ranger hasn't come knocking yet.

You heard a hollowed cracking sound and looked to see Emmett standing triumphantly as a rather large oak tree fell to the ground, followed by a guttural roar from the man.

"Emmett," you called, barely above a whisper. But you know he heard you. "Come over here please."

He looks at you with a slightly guilty look, the anger from before fading away as he hangs his head and trudges over to you. He stops just a few feet in front of you, lamely kicking the rocks beneath his toes as he avoids your eyes.

“What’s wrong?”

“It’s that stupid fucking guy-“

“No,” you stop him, putting your hand up to silence him. “What’s actually wrong? Don’t tell me you’re seriously this pissed about losing an arm wrestling match with some nobody.”

He just stood there in silence for a second. You took this chance to stand up and grab his face in your hands, instantly he leaned in, perching his head on your palms.

“I just… need to be strong. That’s what I am, I need to be strong,” he whispered, his voice coming out shy and meek.

You just smiled at him sadly and rubbed his cheek.

“I can be strong too you know. So every once in a while you can let me take care of you instead.”

He laughed at that.

“You, strong? As if. I could fold you in half!”

You punched him lightly in the arm.

“You jerk! I’m trying to be sentimental!”

He laughed again and grabbed your hands, bringing them back up to their previous spot cradling his face.

“Ok ok, serious sentimental time.”

You just laughed and kissed him.

Esme:

She has a bad habit of overreacting

Just a dash of anxiety

So when something-anything happens to you, she freaks out

This is bad.

Like really, really bad.

You were supposed to be driving to go see Esme at the Cullen house, but of course your piece-of-shit car decided that now would be a perfect time to break down.

Too far away from home to walk back, too far away from the Cullens to walk there, and the nearest anything was also too far.

Not to mention the snow covering the ground didn’t really entice you to get out of your still-warm car.

So you tried calling someone to come get you.

Only, of course there’s no service out here because why would there be.

Just your luck.

You weigh your options, and decide that walking is just gonna have to do.

You didn’t pack a winter coat because you didn’t think you’d be outside for this long, but you had a blanket stored in your backseat and it was better than nothing.

So off you trekked through the freezing cold winter storm to the Cullen house.

Inside, Esme was (in)patiently waiting.

Your favorite meal was waiting for you, already plated and getting colder by the second on the dining room table.

You said you were on your way 30 minutes ago. It takes about 30 minutes to get from your house to their house.

So where were you?

Her ears perked at the sound of a slowly beating heart coming from down the driveway.

It didn’t sound like one of the foxes or deer that roam around this time of year. No, it sounded a bit bigger, a bit more human.

She was out the door in a flash. Before anyone had the chance to ask what she was doing she was by your side.

“Oh my god, honey, why are you out here?!”

“An angel…” and then you collapsed.

Cue Esme absolutely freaking the fuck out.

She has you in front of a lit fireplace, a heating blanket rested over your shoulders and a warm towel on your head.

She’s pacing back and forth in front of you. She wants to hold you so bad, to kiss you, cuddle you, protect you. But she can’t. She’ll just make the shivers wracking your body even worse.

“Es…” you croak, your eyes blinking open finally.

“Oh my god! Are you okay? How are you feeling? Why were you out there? Where’s your car? Why didn’t you call me?”

“Shhhh,” you whisper, bringing your finger up to shush her. “Just come here.”

You open up your blanket in an invitation to her.

“Are you out of your mind? I can’t cuddle with you right now, I’ll freeze you!”

“Please, you deserve to be taken care of too.”

She crumbles at that, you can see the resolve leaving her face. And then she figures that you won’t get too cold with the heated blanket and everything.

She cuddles up next to you, wrapping her arms around your waist and ducking her head into your neck.

“I’m so sorry, I should have been there. And least of all I shouldn’t be such a mess right now.”

“It’s okay to be a mess, I’ll always be here to hold you.”

Carlisle:

No one really talks about the stress of being a pretend father for a bunch of eternal teenagers

Really, it’s a blessing that he doesn’t need sleep and isn’t affected by long hours

But despite that, he still gets so worn out

Today had been a long day for Carlisle.

It was student-teacher conference day. And while that’s not usually an issue since he always tells the kids to behave, Emmett decided it was necessary to punch a kid last week.

To be honest, Carlisle didn’t really care if the kid was a bully or not, all he viewed it as was something more drawing attention to them.

On top of that, the cattiness between Edward and Rosalie seemed to be especially bad today.

They were at each other’s throats for the better part of the day, and nothing would get them to separate.

At work, at least a dozen new patients showed up. A factory that was close by had a gas leak, very minor. None of the people were harmed at all, but many still insisted on going to the clinic.

Carlisle’s not one to discourage people from getting checked out, but he is one to tell people to go home when they’re fine, which everyone was.

But these people kept insisting something was wrong. A boy with a broken arm had to wait for three hours for a room to open up because the factory workers refused to leave.

By the time he got home, he was exhausted, you could tell. His eyes were heavy, as were his footsteps. His hair was disheveled, he had clearly been running his fingers through it all day from the stress.

He looked like a mess. But even then, he greeted you with a smile and a kiss on the cheek.

He always takes such good care of you, whether you’re sick or not, he’s always there with whatever you want.

Now it’s your turn.

“Carlisle, are you busy?” You ask, peeking into his home office. Even after the super long day, he’s a man of habit.

“Not particularly,” he turns to look at you, setting his pen down, “why?”

“Follow me.”

You lead him to the bathroom, where a nice, warm back is drawn. Complete with lilac scented bath oil and two candles lit on the sink.

“The bath looks beautiful, darling. I’m sure the lavender will be great for your skin.”

“Oh, it’s not for me,” you quip. All he does is raise an eyebrow. “It’s for you. I know you’ve had a long day, so go relax and meet me in the bedroom when you’re done.”

You don’t give him a chance to argue before you leave, shutting the door tightly behind you.

He emerges about 30 minutes later, still toweling his hair off.

“Ok now come on over here,” you pat the bed next to you, motioning him to sit there. Again, all he does is quirk and eyebrow but he obliges.

You take the remote to the TV in yours and Carlisle’s room, turning on his favorite movie. A classic one from the silent film era.

“But this… I haven’t seen this movie in years… how did you get it?”

“That’s the beauty of streaming platforms.”

You both sit in silence for a while, Carlisle seemingly happy to just watch his favorite movie after so long. Eventually, he turns to look at you with an inquisitive expression.

“So, what’s all this for?”

“What, am I not allowed to take care of you from time to time?”

He laughs slightly at that.

“A human taking care of a vampire, how twisted.”

You grab his face between your hands at that, drawing him close and looking deep into his yellow eyes.

“It’s not if I want to do it, and I would move the Earth for you.”

“Hopeless romantic,” and with that he kisses you.

Vampire! Bella:

She tends to… shut down

We all know how she was when she couldn’t be with Edward

That translates over

It really wasn’t supposed to be that big of a deal.

Your Spanish class was going to be taking a two week trip to Spain.

Only, Bella wasn’t in Spanish. This time around, she chose to take French. Which was all fine and good, until it meant that she couldn’t go with you.

Cue two weeks of endless calls and texts.

On the phone with you , she sounds fine. But from your calls with Alice, she’s not doing too hot.

She hasn’t been hunting since you’ve been gone, she’s completely stopped going to class, and she also hasn’t talked to anyone in the house.

It’s the last night of your trip, you’re in your hotel room, the girl you’re sharing with is sound asleep in the other bed, but you know one girl who’s never asleep.

You call Bella’s number, and she answers instantly, like she’s been waiting all day for you to call. In all honesty, she probably has.

“Hey, what are you up to?” You can hear the attempt to be nonchalant in her voice, but her eagerness gives her away.

“Oh nothing, I just got off the phone with Alice… wanna tell me why you didn’t leave our room today? Or yesterday? Or the day before?”

You can hear her pause on the line, like she’s trying to come up with a convincing lie, but eventually she sighs.

“I just… I’ve just been missing you a lot, is all. I want you here next to me, I feel incomplete without you.”

Yowch. Right through the heart.

You decide then to help in some way, you don’t know how immediately, but you have to do something.

So you start to hum.

Whenever you have a bad day, Bella hums the song her mom used to sing to her. You always ask her to, and even though she says she isn’t a great singer, she indulges you anyway.

Sometimes it’s the only thing that can stop you from a panic attack or calm you enough to go back to sleep after a nightmare.

You hear her gasp slightly before y he sound of sheets rustling, presumably her laying her head down.

You go through the whole song twice over, Bella never telling you to stop or joining you.

After your voice fades out and the line stays dead for a moment, you swear you can hear Bella overthinking.

“You know, you didn’t have to do that. I’m an apex predator. I shouldn’t be so upset whenever you leave for a little bit.”

You laugh lightly at that, and you can hear her scoff across the line.

“I don’t mind. Especially when it’s you. Bella, I love you and I would do anything for you.”

“Even if I’m a beautiful monster who was designed to kill you?”

“Even if you did kill me, I would hope that my blood nourishes you for months on end.”

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imfinereallyy · 2 years ago

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Father Figures

pt. 2 here, and full version on ao3 here

The first time James Edward Hopper meets Steve Harrington is when Steve is thirteen years old. It is back when he is still pushing everyone to call him Chief Hopper, or at the very least James to sound more professional. It is mostly a lost cause, as he has just returned to Hawkins after his daughter Sarah's death and most people can't help but call him Jim and Hop in familiarity, in sympathy.

It didn't mean they didn't take him any less seriously though. In fact, his cold, grieving demeanor gave him quite the reputation around town. Made assholes like Lenny Byers and troublemakers like the little twerp Munson turn in the other direction when they see him. So Jim doesn't try to push the professional name too much. He knows people around here respect him.

They respect him enough to follow his word, they respect him enough to turn a blind eye when he takes an extra pill or two.

Jim doesn't think too deeply about his reputation until he meets Steve Harrington for the first time.

He gets a call from Benny. It's directly to his line at the station, instead of a general 911 call. He doesn't think much of it when he answers, most likely it was a non emergency from an old friend from high school. That's the only reason people call him most days.

"Chief Hopper. Make it quick."

"Jimmy." A deep, worried breath comes from the phone.

Jim immediately straightens. "Benny, what's wrong?"

Benny usually only calls for a laugh, or to invite him out for a drink. The guy doesn't care about too much, or ask too many questions. Hearing concern in his voice was alarming, to say the least. "Listen, Hop, there is a kid here. And normally I don't care, cause business is business, but it's two in the morning, Jimmy. And despite the kid wearing the most expensive pair of sneakers I have ever seen, he only has two dollars on him for a meal. He got all skittish when the plate landed too loudly. And I don't know..." Benny takes a deep breath before he continues. "...I just don't want to be at fault if this kid's trouble and some fancy parents come looking for him."

Jim can tell Benny wants to say something else, he doesn't push though. Jim Hopper tries to never ask too many questions.

"Alright Ben, I'll be there in ten."

———

When Jim arrives at the diner, Benny notices him and nods in the direction of the corner booth. And there, sitting with his head low and scarfing down a plate of fries is Steve Harrington.

Jim has never met the kid personally, but he knows his parents. Cold, calculating, and pretty much owns half of Hawkins. Jim is starting to understand why Benny has called him.

Jim slides into the booth across from the young boy. He's prepared to take the kid by the back of his shirt and drag him out of there. He doesn't need these kids to be causing hard-working people any trouble. But when Jim makes a thump in the booth, the Harrington kid's face snaps up in fear, and Jim's plan for an angry monologue just drops.

Because there, on Steve Harrington's jaw, is a bruise the size of Indiana itself. Jim's face remains gruff, but his body language softens. "Hey, kid. What are you doing here so late?"

Steve's posture remains stiff and small. "Sorry sir, I was just hungry and it was the only place open. I wasn't—I wasn't trying to cause trouble."

It's then, for the first time, Jim thinks that his reputation isn't one of respect. Instead, his reputation might something worse. Fear.

"Didn't think you were. Just wondering what a rich kid like you, is doing on this side of town, at this time of night." Jim doesn't say it like a question, just fact. He tries not to take it too personally when Harrington turns his bruised side in on himself.

"Would have uh—gotten something from home but we—I didn't have any food left. And by the time I was able to eat, everything else was closed."

"Able to eat—kid what are you rambling about. Let me call your parents to pick you up." Jim makes his way to stand but Steve grabs his wrist to pull him back.

"No! I mean—" he clears his throat "—not necessary sir. My parents left for a work trip tonight. I uh—don't have a number for you to call them anyway. They call me instead, they never have a solid line to contact. Nothing bad happens in Hawkins anyway, so it isn't something to worry about." The last line sounds practiced, like it is something repeated to Steve religiously enough it's become his own mantra.

Jim is starting to put it together. The waiting all day to eat. The bruise on his jaw. The lack of money for food. God, the kid probably walked six miles to get here.

Jim isn't stupid, he can connect the dots. But Jim also knows when not to push things. When not to rock the boat. When sometimes, even if it pains him, helping someone would be a lost cause. He thinks of Sarah briefly.

It's even worse when that lost cause is just a kid.

Jim decides maybe the best thing he can do for Steve at that moment is to ignore the obvious problem and offer him a bit of kindness. "Well, I can't have ya here this late. Could look bad for Benny. And we don't want to get Benny in trouble do we?"

Steve shakes his head immediately. "No Sir."

"Didn't think so. Why don't I drive you to the station? Don't worry I'm not arresting you. But we got a nice cot there, and you can get some rest. Then I'll drive you back in the morning when I clock out. Cause I'm still on duty and all. Can't be driving you back Loch Nora quite yet." Jim doesn't mention how he can see bags under Steve's eyes. He doesn't mention how it would be quicker to his house than to the station either. Jim maybe, just a little bit, wants to keep an eye on him. Even if it's only for a short time.

"It's okay I can walk—" Jim levels Steve with a look "—actually that sounds great. Thank you, Sir."

Jim nods with finality and starts to stand. "Oh and kid? Enough with that sir crap. I ain't Mr. Harrington." He almost says I'm not your dad. But that felt wrong somehow, giving Harrington senior that title.

"Okay, sir—I mean Hopper. Okay, Hopper."

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As the years go by, James Edward Hopper keeps an eye out for Steven James Harrington (Yes he looks at his file for his full name. Yes, it makes him feel some sort of way he has his name as his middle name and not his father's. Richard would make a horrible middle name anyway). At first, it's drive-bys to see if anyone's home. Giving the kid a ride if he sees him walking. Swinging by a basketball game or two, to see how he's playing.

Then it turns into busting his ragers. Hauling him in for the night not to arrest him but to sober the kid up. Pulling him over for driving while intoxicated with that dumb Hagan boy.

Jim wants to be mad, he does. He even yells at Steve sometimes. But he can't find in him to be mean to him, not really. Not when he's pretty sure the only thing Steve has consumed in days is alcohol. Not when even though he has gotten much bigger, and the bruises are less visible, Steve never ceases to flinch when Jim grabs him.

So mostly, Jim either just drives him home or brings him in, giving him a sandwich and bed for the night.

Around when Steve is sixteen though, things get worse for Jim. He becomes more frustrated, with Steve, with his job, and with this town. He takes more pills. He neglects his job. He forgets Steve.

Then the Upside Down happens for the first time. Jim tries to better himself for Joyce and the kids. He mainly though does it for El. His second chance, his new reason for trying, his daughter.

Jim knows it's okay to get a little lost in taking care of her. That it's a good thing, and she deserves his full attention.

He does feel a bit of guilt though, after round two of the Upside Down. When Steve Harrington sits in Joyce Byer's living room, looking like he went ten rounds with a semi.

The kids are all over him (including Mike which shocks the hell out of him). Dustin is trying to stop the bleeding on his face, Lucas is holding ice against his head and even El, who Steve met for all of five minutes, is sitting beside him on the couch, holding his shoulder up. There is a look in El's eyes as she stares up at Steve. Like she can see through him, like she knows him. Like she understands him.

Jim feels his heart break a little.

He approaches Steve in a crouched position. "Hey kid, I think we better take you to a hospital. You look like shit." He is sure there is a better way to say it, but Jim Hopper is a blunt man and that was never going to change.

The redhead, Max, snorts. "That's honestly the nicest way to put it."

Steve glares, Jim can't decide if it's at him or the kids. "No. I'm okay."

Dustin shouts, "Steve you are most definitely not okay. Hop's right you look like shit—"

"Language."

Dustin ignores Steve, "—and that's just externally. Who knows what's going on internally."

"C'mon kid, I can drive ya." Jim moves to help him stand.

Steve bursts with anger and pushes Jim away. "I said no. And you're not my dad."

Jim's jaw tightens and he resists the urge to scream back: and thank god for that.

El speaks before he can yell back. "You're hurt." It's soft, it's demanding and it's so very El. Jim watches Steve crumble back into the couch.

His voice is rougher than before, but much more gentle, "No hospitals."

"Okay. At least let Joyce look at ya. She used to be a nurse." Jim puts a hand on his shoulder, careful not to jostle him.

"Okay, Hopper. Okay, Hop."

———

After that, for a little while, Jim tries to look out for Steve again. It's harder this time though. He's more independent and harder to catch sight of. When he does see him, one of the gremlins is around him, and he can't check-in. And Hop has El, and he can't neglect her in favor of Steve. He tries to balance it out, but in the end, Steve isn't his kid.

Jim finds a small loophole though, which is El herself.

He worries about her every she since she ran away and he didn't even notice. And he knows Steve, like him, has a soft spot for the kids. So under the guise of babysitting, Jim gets Steve in his cabin once a week. So someone other than Joyce or Jonathan (or horribly, mike) is spending time with her. Sure, he's not there to keep an eye out for Steve himself, but it's the closest he's going to get.

Besides, biological daughter or not, El is just like Jim. She has a habit of collecting strays. If it's not going to be him looking out for Steve, he can't think of anyone better for the job than his little girl.

———

After Starcourt, somewhere in a Russian prison, Jim thinks of Steve.

Every day, Jim thinks of El. Misses her. Longs to hear her laugh even longs to hear her yell back at him. Every day, Jim thinks of his daughter and mourns what could have been. But Jim knows she's being taken care of. Knows Joyce and the boys will love her, and take care of her. Make sure she knows nothing else but kindness.

He worries though, between those moments, about how there is no one there for Steve.

———

Months later, in Hawkins Memorial, Jim Hopper finds Steve Harrington in a hospital chair next to Eddie Munson's comatose body.

Jim has a lot of questions but doesn't get any of them out because suddenly Steve Harrington is right in front of him, sucking in a harsh "Hop," and then collapsing in Jim’s arms.

Jim holds him close, says nothing, and cries silently with him.

———

During the summer that follows, James Edward Hopper notices a change within Steven James Harrington. Despite the obvious PTSD the boy suffers, and the scars that litter his body, Steve is visibly happier than Jim has ever seen him. He laughs more, he openly cries more, and he loves more.

Steve's now living with Robin in a tiny two-bedroom downtown. He comes to family dinner with the entire party every Sunday. He shares a cup of tea (no more beer for either of them) and a cigarette every Thursday evening on the Byers-Hoppers front porch.

Most noticeably, the biggest difference Jim sees in Steve is Eddie Munson.

Jim once again isn't stupid. And despite being an ex-cop isn't a bigot (he couldn't find himself back at the force, the corruption is too much for him. And he himself, was never very good at his job). So he can easily come to the conclusion that Steve has a massive crush on Eddie Munson.

Dear. God.

It's not that he has a problem with Eddie being a boy, but it's the fact that out of all people he can choose from, Steve had to go and fall for the twerp who used to trip over his laces when running away from Jim for the third time.

Jim feels, after all the years of neglect that Steve faced, he could do so much better.

Steve is happy though for once, and Jim doesn't say anything at first. But it becomes so painful to watch. The lingering touches. The longing gazes. The nicknames (sweetheart, honey, dear god did he just say big boy—).

Nothing ever comes of it though, it's August and neither of them has done anything but pine. And Jim seems to be the only one who notices.

At first, he thinks it's cause everyone is being kind, and giving them room to explore themselves. But with everyone making jokes about Robin and Steve (from the kids) or Steve and Nancy (from Eddie), it seems like no one notices the excruciating flirting between the two.

(Except for maybe Robin, but Jim isn't quite sure Steve and she aren't one organism. He doesn't count her)

Still, Jim ignores it though. He has learned his listen from Mike and El. Getting involved makes everything worse.

That is until, the second week in August right before family dinner, when he finds Steve and Eddie early, sitting on the couch, with Eddie dabbing the blood off of Steve's face.

"What happened?" Jim is over on Steve's other side in an instant.

"Nothing Hop, it's stupid." Steve tries to shrug off, and he looks towards Eddie briefly.

Jim's vision, for a brief brief moment, is filled with unclear rage. It's enough to consume him and makes him impulsive. Jim can't help but think he got it wrong. Maybe the two are together, and Steve had fallen into a bad relationship. He knew that Eddie was trouble, but he didn't think about it being that kind.

And though he is being irrational, and being for once a little stupid, no one can really blame him when he hauls Eddie up by the collar and into his line of vision.

"Munson, did you put your goddamn hands on my kid?"

Jim can hear Joyce, El, and Will (the only other people in the house) all run out into the living room at the sheer volume of Jim's voice.

Steve sits frozen, Joyce and El yell at him to "put him down, oh my god."

And Munson? He starts to ramble.

"No. No! I would never, ever hurt anyone. Haven't we learned this by now? I can barely kill a spider. I have to put them in a cup and put them outside." Eddie chuckles nervously, waving his hands around frantically.

Jim's grip tightens and pulls him closer. He's pretty sure his vibrating at this point.

Suddenly though, Eddie becomes deathly serious. As if he just realizes what Hopper has said.

"Hop, I would lay down my life before I ever hurt Steve. There is no one in this world that deserves kindness more than him. And if I ever do hurt him, whether it be emotionally or physically, I give you full permission to beat me up. Hell, I'll probably throw myself at your fist."

Jim doesn't let go but stays silent as he listens.

"You see, Steve here decided to pull a you when some jerks wouldn't leave me alone at Family Video today. They were throwing around a bunch of slurs. Nothing I haven't heard before. And even though I could handle myself—“ Eddie gives Steve a look “Steve here always has to be the hero and decided to defend my honor. And of course, it just had to turn physical. And Steve decided to take on three guys on his own. Got to say though, he held his own. It was kinda hot honestly—"

Jim hears Steve choke a little beside them, startling him out of his frozen state.

"—And he only got a cut on his forehead from one of the dickwads class rings. I'm a little worried he has another concussion though. Believe me, Hop when I say, I am just as pissed at those guys as you."

At the end of his speech, Eddie calms down and even holds eye contact with Jim. He still doesn't let go of the twerp, despite being considerably less angry. Well, at least at Eddie.

It's Steve though that finally gets him to let go. "Dad, please put Eddie down."

Steve says it like it's nothing. Steve says it likes its the easiest thing in the world. But to Jim, to Jim it's the best thing he's gotten since El.

Instantaneously, Jim drops Eddie back on the ground and scoops Steve into a bone-crushing hug. "You got to stop scaring me like this kid. Can't lose you again."

Steve's almost his height now, so he tucks Steve's head into his shoulder and lays his head on top of his hair. He hears a muffled, wet "I'm sorry" against him.

Jim chokes back tears as he says, "No, no you got nothing to apologize for. Just be more careful. Okay?"

Steve releases himself from his hold and looks at him. "Okay, Hop. Okay, Dad."

Jim ruffles his hair without jostling his head too much. He thinks he would do anything for his kids. Including pushing along this nightmare of a pining contest.

"And if you like him I like him too."

"Huh?" Steve says confused.

"Eddie here. If you like him, then he's okay by me."

Steve goes to stop Jim, but he's already one step ahead. "But if he hurts you even in the slightest, you're watching me dig the grave I'm going to bury him in. Understand?"

Steve blushes from head to toe and nods frantically, knowing if he protests it will only make the conversation longer. The room is silent until Eddie speaks.

"Don't worry Hop, I'll dig the grave for you." Eddie's voice, despite the threat, is filled with delight, wonder, and hope.

My work here is done Jim thinks as he gives the boys one last nod and leaves the room.

And if later, if Jim sees Steve and Eddie holding hands at the dinner table he doesn't comment on it. And if he sees Eddie give Steve's knuckles a light kiss, and whisper something that almost looks like "I love you", he only smiles at the two boys. Because if one more person loves his boy, it's a win for him.

Because James Edward Hopper, thinks his son Steve deserves that and so much more.

———

okay I spent waaaay too much time on this (as per usual) but I wanted to dive in a little more on Steve and Hoppers relationship (and how it impacts Steve and Eddie). I feel like a lot of fics makes them distant friends (which is canonically correct I guess) or surrogate family with no explanation. And I like the idea of them slowing building a father son relationship. Really leaning into you choose your family. I know people have mixed feelings about Steve calling him Dad (honestly sometimes I too think it’s cringey) but sometimes I love it and that boy deserves a good father figure. Even though steddie doesn’t come in until the end, I think it all really blends together nicely. Also in my head either the boys are both out to each other, is at least it’s heavily implied or is a known safe space they are in. We do not support outing people in the house. It’s probably a one-shot, but maybe I’ll add more snippets later on. For now it felt like a good place to stop.

As always I hope you enjoyed this as much as I enjoyed writing it. I just zoned out for like two hours as I wrote it. It kinda made me emotional I’m not going to lie.

part 2 here and the full version on ao3 here

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suzieloveships · 10 days ago

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I should be doing uni stuff. Instead here are my Top 8 Marauders ships plus their variants because why not (I get the feeling many will disagree or at least will have questions) (I'm exposing my OTP)

Jegulus: James Potter and Regulus Black (art by corwnvus)

Tropes: Sunshine x Grumpy, Golden Retriever x Black Cat, Forbbiden Love

Variants:

PeterMJ: Peter Parker and Michelle Jones (MCU Spiderman),

Evarlark: Peeta Mellark and Katniss Everdeen (The Hunger Games),

Narlie: Nick Nelson and Charlie Spring (Heartstopper)

Lumax: Lucas Sinclair and Max Mayfield (Stranger Things),

Starmora: Peter Quill and Gamora (Guardians of the Galaxy),

Bal: Ben and Mal (Descendants),

Chaggie: Charlie Morningstar and Vaggie (Hazbin Hotel),

FirstPrince: Alex Claremont-Diaz and Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor (Red White and Royal Blue)

WolfStar: Remus Lupin and Sirius Black (art by sophithil)

Tropes: Friends to Lovers, Two broken pieces fitting perfectly together, Poor x Rich

Variants:

Anderperry: Todd Anderso and Neil Perry (Dead Poets Society),

Captain Swan: Emma Swan and Killian Jones (Once Upon a Time),

Wesper: Wylan van Eck and Jesper Fahey (Six of Crows),

Poolverine: Logan "Wolverine" Howlett and Wade "Deadpool" Wilson (Deadpool),

Stolitz: Blitzo and Stolas Goetia (Helluva Boss),

WolfStone: Jack Russell and Elsa Bloodstone (Werewolf by Night),

Pepperony: Pepper Potts and Tony Stark (Iron Man),

Merthur: Merlin and Arthur Pendragon (Merlin)

Dorlene: Dorcas Meadows and Marlene Mckinnon (art by likeafunerall)

Tropes: Rivals to Lovers, Significant Annoyance, Soulmates

Variants:

Tarcy: Tara Jone and Darcy Olsson (Heartstopper),

Dimya: Dimitry and Anastasia "Anya" Romanov (Anastasia),

Tianaveen: Princess Tiana and Prince Naveen (Princess and the Frog),

Merlylie: Merliah Summers and Kylie Morgan (Barbie in Mermaid Tale),

Catradora: Catra and Adora (She-ra and the Princesses of Power),

AppleDash: AppleJack and Rainbow Dash (My Little Pony),

SoftBoots: Kitty Softpaws and Puss in Boots (Puss in Boots),

Zikki: Zane Bennett and Rikki Chadwick (H2O Just Add Water)

MaryLily: Mary MacDonald and Lily Evans (art by likeafunerall)

Tropes: Best Friends to Lovers, Prep x Nerd, Different yet so similar at the same time

Variants:

Orangeberry: Orange Blossom and Strawberry Shortcake (Strawberry Shortcake),

Josibel: Isabel and Josie (Bottoms),

Sunlight: Sunset Shimmer and Twilight Sparkle (Equestria Girls),

Agentdiamond: Lucy Diamond and Amy Bradshaw (D.E.B.S.),

Ineffable Husbands: Crowley and Aziraphale (Good Omens),

Alexiana: Alexa and Liana (Barbie: Diamond Castle),

Snowing: Snow White and Prince Charming (Once Upon a Time),

Clewis: Cleo Sertori and Lewis McCartney (H2O Just Add Water)

Rosekiller: Evan Rosier and Barty Crouch jr (art by industrations)

Tropes: Friends to Lovers, Partners on Crime, Matching each other crazy

Variants:

Butterfly Bog: Bog King and Marianne (Strange Magic),

M&M: Millie and Moxxie (Helluva Boss),

RiddleBird: Oswald "Penguin" Cobblepot and Edward "Riddler" Nygma (Gotham),

Rocket Shipping: Jesse and James (Pokemon),

Dilila: Lila and Diego Hargreeves (Umbrella Academy),

They don't have a ship name :( :Camilla the Chicken and Gonzo (Muppets),

Gigalon: Megalon and Gigan (Godzilla),

KOBD: Breakdown and Knock Out (Transformers: Prime)

Pebill: Peter Pettigrew and Sybill Trelawney (art by sophithil)

Tropes: Troublemaker x Wallflower, Powerful One x One who isn't afraid, Local man really loves his Wife

Variants:

Duzie: Dustin Henderson and Suzie (Stranger Things),

Scarlet Vision: Vision and Wanda Maximoff (MCU),

Polin: Colin Bridgerton and Penelope Featherington (Bridgerton),

Huntlow: Hunter and Willow (Owl House),

Fiyeraba: Fiyero Tigalaar and Elphaba Thropp (Wicked),

They also don't have a ship name: Dionysus and Ariadne (Greek Mythology),

Fluttercord: Discord and Fluttershy (My Little Pony),

Janlos: Carlos and Jane (Descendants)

Xenodora: Xenophilius Lovegood and Pandora Lovegood/Rosier/Lestrange/Ollivander/Lupin/any other last name you choose for her (art by sophithil)

Tropes: She is Everything, He is just Ken, Local man really loves his Wife, Adorkable, Weird Girl x Guy that loves all of her for her quirks

Variants:

Eriel: Prince Eric and Princess Ariel (Little Mermaid),

Gorticia: Gomez and Morticia (Addams Family),

Karbie: Ken and Barbie (Barbie: Life in the Dreamhouse),

Phike: Mike Hannigan and Phoebe Buffay (Friends),

MickMinn: Mickey and Minnie (Mickey Mouse),

CheesePie: Cheese Sandwich and Pinkie Pie (My Little Pony),

Devie: Doug and Evie (Descendants),

Stage Dorks: Jeremy Heere and Christine Canigula (Be More Chill)

Nobleflower: Narcissa Black and Alice Fortescue (art by cutegirlsart)

Tropes: Rich x Poor, Prep x Rebel, Book smart x Street smart

Variants:

No ship name here as well: Duchess and Thomas O'Malley (Aristocats)

Lumity: Amity Bright and Luz Noceda (Owl House)

Jaladdin: Jasmine and Aladdin (Aladdin)

LyraBon: Lyra Heartstrings and Bon Bon (My Little Pony)

OutlawQueen: Regina Mills and Robin Hood (Once Upon a Time)

Appling: Apple White and Darling Charming (Ever After High)

They don't have a ship name?: Evelyn Carnahan and Rick O'Connell (The Mummy)

Dipcifica: Pacifica Nortwest and Dipper Pine (Gravity Falls)

marylily colour coding hurts my eyes and rosekiller is lowkey all over the place. But it's cute so who cares

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allwaswell16 · 6 months ago

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A One Direction fic rec of fics where the main pairing is versatile in bed and both top/bottom (or as we say in this fandom they kind of share that really) as requested in this ask. If you enjoy the fics, please leave kudos and comments for the writers! You can find my other fic recs here. Happy reading!

- Louis/Harry -

🔄 And Then a Bit by @infinitelymint

(E, 158k, canon) Harry and Louis fake a relationship for publicity. Eventually it becomes a lot less fake and a lot more real.

🔄 Like a Bullet in the Dark by Vurdoc

(E, 99k, Will & Kate au) Prince Harold Edward Styles Lancaster is second in line to the throne of Great Britain. He is also your average Uni student- or he tries to be, anyway.

🔄 Have Love, Will Travel by @kingsofeverything

(E, 97k, road trip) Rather than spend the summer working at their desks, Louis and Harry are given the opportunity to crisscross the country together in a tiny camper, filming their adventures for a YouTube series.

🔄 Been Together Since Way Back When by @alivingfire

(E, 95k, established relationship) the painfully realistic college au where everyone's poor, lovesick, tired of school, terrified of the future, and still having the greatest times of their lives.

🔄 taste on my tongue by bethaboo / @bethaboolou

(E, 77k, reality tv) Take Louis. Take Harry. Add in a heaping cup of sexual tension. Another cup of delicious (and not so delicious) food. A smidgen of competitive spirit. A dash of hopes and dreams. And you get Kitchen Wars, a TV show that promises to be the must-watch event of the fall.

🔄 Now you know me (for your eyes only) by nadinecestmoi

(E, 77k, famous/famous) harry clearly had someone in mind when he wrote the song so the last day of recording comes and louis’ like “thanks for having me on the song” and harry just shrugs and is like “well it just seemed fitting bc the song is about you”

🔄 After Dark, After Light by QuickedWeen / @becomeawendybird

(E, 71k, historical) In an attempt to garner extra protection for his clan, Harry sets out to mend his father's past wrongs and ally with their neighbors to the west, Clan Sutherland. Louis Tomlinson is the mysterious commander of the Sutherland army sent back with Harry on orders from his laird to help shore up Clan Edwards' defenses.

🔄 Teach me how to love by @perfectdagger

(E, 70k, fwb) The one in which Harry is bad at sex and Louis spreads it all over town and to make up for it, decides to help him with no agenda of getting anything from it, but in the end, he ends up getting more than he bargained for.

🔄 Suddenly Last Summer by @disgruntledkittenface

(E, 44k, mystery) Louis is bored, rich and lonely. He has no reason to expect that this summer in the Hamptons with his friends will be different from any other – until he meets Harry.

🔄 best kind of bad something by wildestdreams / @thelavendrhaze

(E, 40k, established relationship) Louis is the town troublemaker and everyone hates him except for Harry.

🔄 Every Snowflake Is Different (Just Like You) by @hellolovers13

(E, 20k, only one bed) Turns out, getting snowed in with your not quite One-Night Stand wasn’t actually that bad.But the snow wouldn’t last forever. Was there a chance for love even after the snow had melted?

🔄 Can I just be the same? by Star_Henderson / @tommosgun *

(M, 17k, vampire) Harry is a two hundred year old Vampire with no one in the whole world and Louis is the kind hearted stranger who comes into Harry's life bringing something that Harry had missed. Love. But Harry is forever running, can Louis be the one to change all that?

🔄 I Still Find You Lovely by @angelichl

(M, 16k, one night stand) In which Harry goes to a bar in search of a bloke with an air-conditioned flat.

🔄 Salt and the Appetite by @sadaveniren

(E, 14k, bdsm) Harry, a popular BDSM blogger, writes a negative review about Louis’ club. Louis wants to have a chance to make it up to him.

🔄 getting yourself wet for me by me_her_themoon / @dreamersdivin-headfirst

(E, 10k, secret relationship) frat boys take on watersports

🔄 Just For Me by iwillpaintasongforlou

(E, 9k, Posh/Becks au) Harry is a supermodel with a fake boyfriend. Louis is the captain and star forward of Manchester United with a fake girlfriend. They should have no problem having a completely platonic lunch between friends.

🔄 Going Green (so fucking green) by yeah_alright / @uhoh-but-yeah-alright *

(E, 5k, pwp) Harry just really loves being used, and Louis really loves Harry. Who is he to deny him? Or: Reduce, Reuse, Recycle but make it BDSM

🔄 Switching the positions for you by 28sunflowers / @vintageumbroshirt

(E, 4k, omega Louis) the omegaverse AU where they decide to try a completely new position in bed

🔄 From the Dining Table by @littleroverlouis *

(E, 3k, established relationship) Harry's thirtieth birthday hasn't gone as expected. Things start looking up from the dining table.

🔄 Eager To Please by @enchantedlandcoffee *

(E, 1k, pwp) "Ah, ah." Louis tsked disapprovingly, the younger boy's actions immediately halting. "You want to be a good boy for your Daddy, don't you?"

- Rare Pairs -

🔄 honey, we should run away by narryblossom

(M, 18k, Niall/Harry) It’s… kind of nice, actually. But being a nice house doesn’t take away the sting of what Harry’s done or what he’s asking Niall to give up by moving there.

#weeklyficrec #1dficvillage #1dsquad #hlcreators #hljournal #trackinghome #trackinghappily #hltracks

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thewulf · 2 years ago

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Works and Requests

Oh man I knew this day would come, I finally have to make seprate masterlists for some fandoms, this main post is too massive now! Masterlist's below the cut <3

If you'd like to be added to any or all works please fill out the form here: Taglist Sign Up

Fluff: ✿‎ ‎

Angst: ✦‎

Hurt/Comfort: ‎♡

Top Gun Masterlist

Criminal Minds Masterlist

The Lord of the Rings Masterlist

Harry Potter Masterlist

Outer Banks

JJ Maybank

Accidentally in Love ‎♡✿‎ ‎

Always & Forever Part 1 | Part 2 ♡✿‎ ‎

Here For You ‎♡✿‎

Tides of Comfort✿‎

Rafe Cameron

Who Did This To You? Part 1 | Part 2 ♡✿‎

The Last of Us

Joel Miller

Big Blue World✿✦‎

Terrible Liar✿✦‎

Whatever The Hell This Is✿✦‎

Interesting✿✦‎

The Outsiders

Darrel "Darry" Curtis

I Want To✿✦

By Your Side♡✿

Sunflowers and Second Chances♡✿

Dallas "Dally" Winston

Don't Cry✿✦

Troublemaker✿✦

A Safe Place♡✿

Second Sunrise♡✿

Love Strikes♡✿

Igniting Affection✿‎ ‎

Steve Randle

Peachy Girl♡✿

Stranger Things

Steve Harrington

Adorably Clueless ✿‎

That Was the Moment ♡✿

Treat You Better✿✦

Twilight

Paul Lahote

Forever Yours♡✿‎

Trust in the Tide✿‎

A Court of Thorns and Roses Universe

Azriel

Bound by Shadows✿✦

The Quiet Between✿✦

Escapism♡✿‎

Teaching Trails✿

Beneath the Healer's Touch♡✿‎

Soothing Shadows♡✿‎

Cassian

Frosted Steel✿✦

Rhysand

Hidden Away✿✦

Eris Vanserra

A Realm Reborn✿✦

Call of Duty: MW2/3

Johnny "Soap" MacTavish

Lassie♡✿‎

Captain John Price

The Price of Protection♡✿‎

Simon "Ghost" Riley

Breaking Point♡✿‎

Through Your Eyes✿

Avatar Way of Water

Neteyam Sully

Different | Part 1 | Part 2 ✿‎ ‎

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James "Bucky" Barnes

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esperfruit · 6 months ago

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Bonus facts for the characters in my TTTE Human AU Part 1

Thomas Billington:

Recently got his moped license, travels around Sodor on his moped whenever he can

British + Indian

Autism + ADHD

Asexual + Biromantic

Edward's No. 1 hypeman

No sweets are save from him

Once got in an accident with a bike and was catapulted through a window onto a family’s breakfast table

Can't play instruments to save his life

Strong dislike for fish and gets seasick

Favorite shows are slapstick cartoons

Is surprised himself at how good he became at making friends with how bad he used to be in the past

Can get tunnel vision when too determined to get things done

Reads books about ancient civilizations, mythology and archeology to feel close to his missing parents

Stays in contact with Ashima

Edward Pettigrew:

His friend circle is so large, he always knows someone who can help out

British

Bisexual + Trans man

Classic music enthusiast

Serious perfectionist

People pleaser but has a lot of confidence and self-respect

Often forgets basic needs when focused too hard on work (Annie, Clarabel and Thomas often have to remind him to eat)

Used to look after Henry when he was sick but over time was pushed away by Henry, who didn't want Edward's “pity”

Is called “Uncle Edward” by Thomas

Has very high expectations of himself thanks to his reputation as the ol'reliable

Was a troublemaker in his youth to the shock of everyone

Can adapt to any situation

Henry Stanier:

If you want to know anything regarding gardening, he got you covered

Puerto Rican

ADD + autism + anxiety + insomnia

Pansexual + Bigender

Can be a massive hater when you get on his bad side

Actively participates in forest restorations

Struggles with expressing of wanting sympathy for his condition but not to be pitied for it

Lived in New Jersey for a while and adapted the accent

Even if he mellowed out, he can still throw out some of the most rude things you've ever heard

Holds a grudge against Scott

Was Sodor's undefeated armwrestling champion for a long time until his defeat against Hiro

His orphanage didn't want to pay for his hospital bills anymore and he was given to the Staniers without them knowing about his anemia first

Uses the herbs he grows in his garden for medicine

Aside from chronic anemia, he has a weak immune system in general

Goes hiking for escapism

Gets stressed whenever Spencer is around

Not many can tell whenever his smile is one of joy or warning

Gordon Gresley:

When he smiles his whole face changes

British

Gay

Autism + NPD + BPD

Gets very tense and nervous when confronted with sudden big change

Struggles at asking for help

It’s very difficult to get him to open up and especially to get him to talk about his feelings

Quick to judge others

Once led a strike with Henry and James, is embarrassed by it today

Gets very uncomfortable when his family is mentioned

Suffers from strong mood swings, it is hard to predict and adapt to him

Almost got ran over by Spencer’s car once (Spencer did it on purpose)

Never hides his schadenfreude

A glutton, gets flustered whenever it’s addressed

Has nightmares from the accident only he and Scott survived

His drawn out groans and “Oh, the indignity” line became famous

James Hughes:

Freaks out whenever some of his self-made outfits get dirty

British + Mexican

Gay

ADHD + NPD + anxiety

Has a whole photo album with nothing but selfies

Becomes non-verbal when he feels humiliated

Very observant, notices things others never would

All of his dishes look like they were made at a 5 stars restaurant

Is often seen posing over dramatically

Good painter

Breaks out into boastful laughter whenever he’s praised

Constantly provokes Gordon to get his attention

Has a melancholic side

Percival “Percy” Avonside:

Is the local newspaper kid on his bike

British + Seychellois + Malaysian

ADHD

AroAce and non-binary

Wants to become a professional soccer player, trains with Donald

Didn't know how to swim for a long time until he got swimming lessons after almost drowning when he fell into the water at the harbor and was saved by Henry

Has some developmental delays because of the homeschooling and struggles with big words

Is often seen bantering with the helicopter pilot Harold Sikorsky

Gets very grumpy when bored

Superhero movie fan

Accident prone, is currently on his fifth bike

Loves wearing the sweaters Henrietta made for him

Very good with animals

When he makes a promise, he does everything to keep it

Tobias “Toby” Holden:

Very strong attachment to Henrietta, is only seen without her at work

Black British

Straight ally

Neurotypical

Usually peaceful but will make you regret if you ever hurt Henrietta or Percy

Is easy to get to laugh at your jokes (except for Charlie, even Toby finds him unfunny)

Sweet tooth but not as extreme as Thomas

Henrietta can cheer him up instantly whenever he’s cross

Once stopped a burglar from robbing a museum and is now seen as a hero

Often invites Mavis for dinner with his family

Owns many antiques

Montague “Duck” Collett:

Amazing dancer, his favorite being waltz with Donald

British

Bisexual

Autism

A typical old-fashioned gentleman despite his young age

Has high standards and gives harsh but honest criticism

Does not swear at all, only when he's at his breaking point

Usually shrugs off duck jokes but will throw hands if you do that as one of his enemies (Diesel)

Habit of talking a lot when getting enthusiastic

He and Douglas are the only ones to know how to handle Donald perfectly

Very musical, can play the piano, violin, acoustic guitar and flute

Likes going to the coast, gets sentimental when watching the sunset there

Donald McIntosh:

Owns kilts he wears to festivities

Scottish

Gay

ADHD

Can not play the bagpipes

Fluent in Gaelic

He and Douglas used to live in Hamilton but moved to Glasgow after being adopted by the McIntosh Family

Loves playing Scottish folk music at high volume (to the annoyance of many)

Was the ace striker of his school’s soccer team

Likes giving nicknames (Dougie, Ducky, Ollie, Hen-Hen, Gordo, Jamie, Ed, Thommy, Perce, Emi, Becca etc.)

Makes cute little hats for Dilly

Short-tempered and gets aggressive when someone is looking at Douglas the wrong way

Douglas McIntosh:

Owns kilts he wears to festivities

Scottish

Bisexual and non-binary

Autism + anxiety

Can play the bagpipes

Fluent in Gaelic

Hates superstitions and anything related to the supernatural

Learned how to cook for himself since he started to refuse to eat food from others except Donald and Oliver

Craves affection, only lets Donald and Oliver know

Proud of his heritage, both twins are but Douglas shows it more

Enjoys wearing feminine and masculine clothing equally

Oliver Armstrong:

Best partner to go on walks with. Evening walks on the beach with Douglas are his favorite

British + Egyptian

Pansexual

Autism + paranoia ( the latter caused by being hunted for years)

Loves learning about history and other cultures

Amazing cook, he and Douglas often exchange recipes

Makes a lot of puns

Ego gets inflated quickly

Gives amazing hugs, Douglas can confirm

He and Toad give the best camping advice

Emily Stirling:

Insecure in her femininity because of her headstrong personality and age

British + Vietnamese

Lesbian

Neurotypical

Sodor’s greatest mediator

When she has something to say, she will make sure you listen

Gordon and Scott’s father’s half sister, was sent to Scotland to get married off to the Stirlings after it came out she was an illegitimate child

Her marriage was arranged, she did care for her late husband a lot and knew he was a good man but she did not love him

Only talks about her former marriage with Daisy and her closest friends

Learns baking from Henrietta

Likes teasing young people

She and Daisy often dress flashy for fun

#thomas the tank engine #thomas and friends #ttte human au #ttte humanized #ttte thomas #ttte edward #ttte henry #ttte gordon #ttte james #ttte percy #ttte toby #ttte duck #ttte donald #ttte douglas #ttte oliver #ttte emily #ttte headcanon

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xsolaresx · 26 days ago

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edward cullen.: sticky

pairings: edward cullen x fem! reader

summary: when Edward gets too sticky his brothers tease him, but you'll always be there to calm him down.

warnings: fluff!

word count.: 1,2k

author @xsolaresx

notes: English is not my first language, so there may be some grammatical errors.

ps.: if you want to translate any of my work, please send me a message and we'll talk about it.

When the break time bell rang, some euphoric teenagers came running out of the class, pushing me. Edward, who was at the door waiting for me, saw the situation and subtly stretched out his foot, causing one of the boys to trip and fall. Laughter filled the corridor as we left.

“It's ugly to make others fall, Mr. Cullen,” I said, walking ahead of him towards my locker.

“Come on, he deserved it. And I was just protecting my beautiful lady from these troublemakers,” I said in a pompous voice, emphasizing the beautiful lady.

“Oh Mr. Cullen, it's a good thing you arrived just in time and saved me from the clutches of these thugs, like the knight you are,” I said dramatically, leaning against my closet with my hand on my forehead. Edward just laughed.

“That's proof that I'll always be by your side,” he said, leaning against the cupboard next to me as he ran his hand through a lock of hair that insisted on falling in my face.

I just laughed at the statement, putting the combination into the lock on the cupboard and opening it.

“Like I'm going to need all this protection while I'm studying, or when I'm talking to the principal”

“The books could fall on your foot, or cut you, plus the principal could make you cry.” you just shook your head in denial, replacing the books in the locker with those in your backpack.

“She was just congratulating me on my high marks, Edward, she wasn't going to kick me out of school so you could look like that scary face in the glass door,” you said, making the vampire just shrug.

“You never know,” he said confidently.

“You know, I think you've been a little too needy these days.”

“I'm not needy.”

“Yes, you are, Edward. You've been following me everywhere lately, you've been giving me presents for no reason and you're always clinging to me, asking me to read to you while I fondle that tuft of hair.” I said, closing the cupboard and staring at him.

“I'm not that sticky, I just like being with you, and I don't even have a forelock anymore,” he said sheepishly as he ran his hand through his hair.

I laughed at his pout as I started walking to the cafeteria, watching him follow me.

“All right, I'll pretend nothing's happening, now let's eat... I mean, let's go because I want to eat.”

We walked to the cafeteria full of teenagers talking loudly while laughing like hyenas. I saw the Cullen's table in the corner and waved to Alice who was already looking at the cafeteria door. I pull Edward against his will and we sit down at the table

“We could go somewhere more private,” he says in my ear.

“What for? You're not going to drop those pants until the priest says you can kiss the bride.” Emmett, who was listening, gave his opinion, making both Y/N and the rest of the table laugh at Edward's taxed face.

Edward just stared at his brother, but the glorious sound of Y/N's laughter caught his attention. He didn't need Jasper's gift to know how she felt so comfortable with them, even though they all needed to suck the blood of poor souls to survive.

He never had enough will or argument to counter Emmett's jokes, but at that moment, while Y/N was still laughing, he felt an absurd courage surge through his body, just to hear and see his beloved's glorious smile.

“At least I know she'll love me for who I am and not for what I carry in my pants,” he said confidently, slipping an arm over Y/N's shoulder. Everyone was silent for a few seconds, trying to understand, until a giggle escaped Rosalie's lips.

It only took a second for Y/N to understand that Edward was talking about some thought Rose had when she first met Emmett. She laughed at the big vampire's confused face.

“‘Little bear’!” he exclaimed

“Sorry, love. It was a very vague thought I had at the time,” said Rosalie, hugging Emmett.

“That was low, Edward,” I said after I had stopped laughing. He smiled mischievously at his brother from across the table, regretting it the moment he heard his thoughts 'Since that's the way it is, hair licked'.

“Is it just me, or do you also think that Y/N should have a first time with someone more experienced than Edward? You know, just so she can be sure she really wants to be with him forever?” she said, looking at Rose and her brothers, Jasper just nodded in agreement, Alice, who had been quiet from the start, said:

“I think it's wise for Y/N to be sure of how she should be treated in bed before she can't get out of this hole” her cheeks began to take on a pink tinge as everyone agreed with Alice. Edward shifted uncomfortably in his chair.

“You know, Y/N, if you want, I can give you a demonstration of what it's like to have your desires satisfied,” added Rose, as her cheeks turned redder and a disconcerting laugh came out of her mouth.

“I-I...”

“If you carry on like this, you're sure to regret it,” Ed interrupted.

“Oh, you don't have to be jealous, little Ed," said Jasper, smiling sideways. Everyone laughed harder, making Edward sulk more than he already was.

“Okay, you can stop that now,” you said, turning to your boyfriend, "I love you, Edward, and I'll wait for you for as many years as you need to." The statement only caused more laughter to erupt from the vampires.

_____________________

Later that day, when the sulky vampire was dropping Y/N off at her house, he took her by the arm before she got out of the car.

“I know my brothers might just be joking, but I really want to treat you like a lady, I want to take you on as many dates as I can, bring you flowers and ask your father's permission before I put a ring on your finger. It may sound a bit old-fashioned and out of date, but back in my day many people would fall for it, I... I just...” he said quickly and gestured all over the place.

“Hey, hey, it's okay.” I took his hands in mine and began to caress them. “I understand, and I love the way you are, every part of it and why you do it. And I'd never trade it for anything, like I said before, I'll wait for you, and when we get married it'll be the best day of my life, because it'll mean we'll be together forever. I just don't know about you asking my dad's permission, Charlie loves showing off that rifle of his.” I finished laughing, bringing a smile to his face.

“I may be being a bit sticky, I admit, but it's only because I love you, and...” he pulled a string from his trouser pocket. "I like seeing your smile" he said, handing me the delicate silver necklace with a heart-shaped diamond pendant.

“I loved it Edward” a silly smile adorned my face. “You know, I don't think it's a problem if you lie down with me while I read, but just for a little while.”

He got out of the car running, using his vampire-like speed, and picked her up and drove her as fast as he could into the house, eliciting laughter from her.

#twilight #edward cullen #the twilight saga #edward cullen x fem reader #family cullen #vampires #fanfic #new moon #ecplise #breaking dawn #forks washington #forks high school

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eds6ngel · 1 year ago

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Hello love! I was wondering if you could do Eddie and a girl new to Hawkins High! Maybe just like Eddie shows her around the school and the town and they develop a little crush on each other and start dating??

hi my love! i absolutely adored this ask, so this fic is a lot longer than my others, but i hope you enjoy regardless <3

warnings: fem!reader. sunshine!reader. cheerleader!reader. fem descriptions of clothing. blushing mentioned, so lighter skinned (i apologise :’)). enemies to lovers-ish. wayne mention!! (we love wayne). mentions of eddie’s past. lil bit of hurt. mostly comfort. tooth-rotting fluff. kissing. food mention. j*son c*rver mention [6.5k].

“Oh my God,” Eddie groans out frustratedly, “She’s literally new. Why wouldn’t she show up early?”

Eddie was currently sitting in Principal Higgins office, waiting for a new student to arrive at Hawkins High. Due to apparent “bad behaviour” Eddie’s punishment was to befriend and guide the new student around the school.

“You’ve been here for six years, Edward. You should know this place very well to help our new student feel welcomed,” is what Higgins told him when he shared said news. Why wouldn’t he get someone like Jason Carver to guide her? That prick would do anything to get another girl wrapped around his finger to join his basketball cult.

But, Eddie didn’t want to do this, not one bit. Which is exactly why Higgins set him up with the task. Thank God he was on track to graduating this year. He doesn’t think he could take another year of Higgins’ shenanigans.

“Mr. Munson, please calm down,” Higgins asks him sternly, “This is your mandatory punishment. My other option was to expel you for the rest of the week, but I assumed you wouldn’t want that, considering that would’ve definitely prevented you from graduating.”

Eddie rubs his hands over his face as he leans back in the green leather chair. Higgins was right after all, he would take anything over staying at this shithole for another year.

Another five minutes pass, Eddie practically staring at his watch the entire time, before a faint knock is heard at the door.

“Hi!” you beam, “Ms. Lockwood at the front desk said I should come down to your office, so here I am,” you giggle.

Eddie looked up and down at you, taking in your yellow sundress and white sneakers, your hair styled in two pigtails, and minimal make-up on your face. He just knew you were going to be extremely annoying. So incredibly happy all the time, the most aggravating type of woman he could know.

“Ah, yes! Ms. L/N. It’s a pleasure to meet you,” Principal Higgins says, getting out of his chair and shaking your hand, you reciprocating with a smile on your face.

“Eddie,” he turns to him, “This is the new student. Eddie, meet Y/N. Y/N, meet Eddie.”

You wave to him, “Hi Eddie! It’s nice to meet you!”

Yeah, annoying was definitely an appropriate description.

“Yeah… good to meet you too,” he grumbles, slowly rising from his seat, the glint in Higgins’ eyes showing his patience running thin.

“Right. I’m going to let you two go,” Higgins says with a clap of his hands, “Eddie, don’t turn her into a troublemaker, I don’t need another one of you in my school.”

“Don’t worry Higs,” he replies with a sarcastic smile, “Miss. L/N here will become the most perfect student Hawkins High has ever seen with the benefit of my gracious help,” he pats you on the shoulder.

Principal Higgins shakes his head and sighs, “All right. Off you go, you two.”

The two of you turn and leave his office, Higgins flopping down into his seat and mumbling to himself, “Should’ve just expelled the boy.”

“So, uh…” Eddie begins, “What class do you have first?”

“World History,” you begin to ramble, “It’s probably my second favourite class. Well, at least it was at my old school, I don’t know what it is like here. I just find it so interesting to learn about how different countries have operated in the past and how we worked together to combat and build the world we live in today. Like, we were fighting with Germany only forty years ago and now we’re pretty much on good terms! It’s crazy how little time can change how we interact as a society.”

Eddie walks beside you with a straight face the entire time. My God, would you ever shut up? He had to refrain from rolling his eyes the entire time.

“Cool, cool…” he replies, quite frankly shutting his brain off after you told him what class you were in. “Well, I have Math… Calculus, to be specific. What other classes do you have today?”

“Oh, my favourite ever class I have second period which is English!” you beam, opening the front pocket of your backpack and pulling out the sheet of paper which was your schedule. You point to the Wednesday timings, “And then I have lunch, then Drama, which I’m not the best at, but that’s okay! And then finally I have Chemistry. Which if there was any class I’d rather not have, it would be Chem, but not everything can go our way in life, right?”

“Yeah, right…”

“What’s your favourite class, Eddie?” you ask, looking up into his eyes smiling.

“Oh, uh… English, I suppose,” he mumbles out, “All depends on what we do in English though. What book we study and shit.”

You giggle at his answer, “You’re pretty quiet, you know that? I’m not scary, I don’t bite. Sure, I’ve been told I come off as a bit much, but that’s just me!”

“Yeah, you could say that…” he grumbles. “Anyway,” he clears his throat, “That’s your room.”

He signals to the door as he looks at the floor, scuffing his feet along the white tiles.

“Thank you, Eddie!” you say with a grin. “Is it okay if I ask you to meet me here when class is over?” you ask, “I haven’t really had the chance to map out this place yet.”

“Uh, yeah… Sure,” he replies, secretly thinking that this would earn him bonus points from Higgins.

“Thank you, you’re the best!” you bounce, giving him a hug as you turn around and enter the classroom, “See you later, Eddie!”

He froze to the spot when you hugged him. Not only did you not stop talking, but you were brave enough to instantly wrap your arms around his neck as if you’d been friends for years. He already knew he was going to hate you, and yet he was probably stuck being your first friend in a new town. Just great.

He lifts his hand up in a wave and watched you sit next to Chrissy Cunningham in the classroom, praying to God that you two would get along instantly so he wasn’t trapped with you.

But, as he arrived at your classroom at the end of first period, you saw him through the glass of the door, smiling as you waved, packing away your stationery into your backpack.

Although, you were talking to Chrissy, which was a bonus. Hopefully you two would become friends, perhaps even best friends. If so, you’d grow to despise him the same way he despised you, an absolutely perfect solution in Eddie’s eyes.

As the door swung open, Eddie was leaning against the lockers just to the side of the History class door. You and Chrissy were giggling together before you wave goodbye and turned back to Eddie. “Hey! How was Calculus?”

“Pretty crap, same ‘ol boring shit,” he replies, chuckling to himself, to which you giggle too. “How was World History?”

He mentally facepalms himself. Why did he ask you how it went? You rambled enough when you brought up the topic yourself.

And ramble you did, “It’s going well! We’re learning about the Korean War. I’ve kind of missed a chunk of the content because I’ve only just joined, but that’s okay! We’re learning about the Northern and Southern zones that the United States and Soviet Union divided up. It’s pretty rad actually. Well, probably not rad for the Koreans, but you get what I mean,” you giggle once again.

“Sounds great,” he simply replies, “What class do you have next again?”

“I have English, what about you?”

Shit. That’s exactly what he had.

“Uh… I actually have English too.” If there’s one way to make English unenjoyable, it would be having you there. He used to sit in the back of the class, minding his own business, but that was now virtually impossible since it was a given that you would want to sit next to him.

“Oh great!” you gushed, “We can sit next to each other. If that’s alright with you, of course,” you check, just to make sure you aren’t overstepping anything.

“Yeah… sure,” he grumbles, knowing that this was gonna be a day from Hell.

As you enter the classroom together, you follow Eddie to his normal seat at the back, perching yourself on one of the uncomfortable metal chairs, sitting to Eddie’s right.

“So…” he breaks the silence, “What do you think of Hawkins High so far?”

“It’s not too bad,” you reply, “I met this girl Chrissy in World History, she seems pretty nice. She said she was on the cheerleading squad, which I hope I can join if possible. I was the cheer captain at my old school before I left. I know I’ll never get to be captain here being a senior and all, but being on the team would be nice nonetheless.”

A cheerleader, of course. You were one social group away from throwing death threats into his ear, and putting threatening notes inside of his locker. But, you did befriend him despite being a cheerleader before, although, you could just be putting on a fake persona to appeal to Higgins. He wouldn’t be surprised if that happened with your type.

He can’t help but scoff, “Cheerleading, huh? Surprised you aren’t gagging at my pure existence.”

You giggle at this, “People are judgemental here too, I’m assuming.”

“You could say that,” he tuts, rolling his eyes whilst looking at her.

“You know, I never got why people judge others. Like, there’s good in everyone, right? Why judge someone on the mere basis that they aren’t the same as you? Life would be boring if everybody acted the same.”

It’s like you put his thoughts into words. This is exactly the rhetoric he had been shouting from atop the cafeteria tables since he got targeted in freshman year. If only he had the potential popularity of you to speak those words for him.

“Sorry,” you embarrassingly giggle, “I got a bit carried away there.”

He looks over at you, you avoiding eye contact as you twiddle with your thumbs. You had spent the previous conversations rambling about your love for World History, but suddenly you point out the flaws of stereotypes and stigmas, and you’ve become the shyest person on the planet. It’s like you didn’t want to be confident about something that went against the mould that society had carved out for you.

“You don’t need to apologise. I’ve been saying this since the day I arrived in this shithole, I totally agree with you.”

You look up at him, “Well, it’s a shame nobody has took the time to hear you out.”

Before Eddie can say another word, Mrs. Click walks in the room, slamming her books on the table as her loud voice booms across the classroom.

At least you had one trait going for you.

“Dude, who are you staring at?” Gareth asks, shoving a piece of crunchy broccoli into his mouth, an undercooked staple from the school cafeteria.

Eddie clears his throat, “Uh… nobody. Nobody…”

The whole table turns over to where Eddie was looking, Eddie looking down and shoving another pretzel into his mouth.

“Oh, is that the new girl?” Dustin queries.

“That makes a ton more sense now,” Gareth realises, “Weren’t you supposed to be guiding her around the place?”

Eddie grumbles, “Yeah, but as you can see,” he gestures over to you standing by Chrissy, Jason and the other jocks and cheerleaders, “She’s already found her place here.”

Jeff whistles as Gareth clicks his tongue, “Damn, that’s rough man…”

Eddie shakes his head, “Nah, it’s okay. I mean,” he lightly chuckles, “She wouldn’t stop rambling anyway. Kept going on about her World History class and the divided borders of Korea or some shit. Sounds pretty boring if you ask me.”

“I mean, you’re the one who remembered, dude,” Jeff laughed, the other boys nodding along.

“Only because she wouldn’t shut up. I would’ve drowned her out if I could.”

But, that’s the thing: he did have the choice to drown you out. He could’ve stopped listening to you, ignored every word you were saying. But he didn’t, and his brain didn’t allow him to forget it. He remembered every goddamn thing you said.

“All right, class!” Mrs. Click yelled out, directing the attention of every student.

For some reason, despite some of your new jock friends being in this class, you still sat next to Eddie, much to his surprise. Maybe it was just because they already had friends to share a two-seater table with.

“Today marks the start of our new group assignment! Since we have recently started reading ‘Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde’ and we are very aware of the social context surrounding the Theory of Evolution being a key theme of the book, I would like you all in the assigned groups I will give you in a second to produce a newspaper article as someone against the book.”

“But, Miss,” Jason butts in, Eddie looking at you and rolling his eyes, you trying to contain a laugh. “This is ridiculous. I mean, most of this class disagrees with that very theory. It’s a preposterous theory! How can you suggest we do an assignment on this when it goes against our own values?”

You turn around in your seat, looking Jason in the eye, “Jason, if anything, doesn’t that help? If the task is to give alternative viewpoints in disagreement to that theory, couldn’t you use your own beliefs as a way to fuel a solid argument point?”

You quickly remember you are in the middle of a classroom when you feel all eyes staring at you, including Eddie’s, who is sat there in astonishment as you stood up to Jason.

You swivel back around and play with your thumbs as Mrs. Click says, “Miss. L/N has a brilliant point there, Jason. Besides, this is a mandatory assignment. Like you, although I don’t agree with the theory myself, you are still required to complete this task.”

The whole room stays silent as Jason simply nods, looking away from Mrs. Click as she begins to tell the class their partners for the assignment, “Okay, starting with Jason, you are paired with Patrick. Nancy, you are with Robin. Eddie, you are paired with our latest addition, Y/N, who you already seem plenty accustomed to,” she smiles.

Brilliant. Great. Now you had to spend extra time together. He knew that you would definitely want to get this assignment done, and complete it to the highest standard. But, that meant equal effort, you doing all of the work would not just damage his grade, but yours too.

“So,” you turn to face him, “Do you have any ideas on what you want to include in this paper?”

“Well, if you haven’t already heard from your cheerleader friends, I am very well-known as the ‘Town Freak,’ so I don’t doubt the people opposed to that theory said the same sort of things the people of this town say to me now,” he chuckles, you noticing the sadness behind his tough exterior.

“Probably sadly so,” you reply, “But, even if you disagree with something, it doesn’t mean you get to hurt the person who does agree with it. As I said the other day, it’s just differences. Plain and simple. We can’t all be alike, that would be the collapse of society. It’s always better to be different than fall into the crowds that make you hide who you are.”

And God, did that last sentence hit deep for him. That’s exactly what he had been trying to show since he was a kid. None of the bullshit that his parents had tried to make him out to be, he was who he was, and he couldn’t care less with who disagreed about that.

You put your hands over your face, “God, I need to stop rambling to you about that.”

“Hey,” Eddie says, “If there’s anyone who would agree with your thoughts on this, it would be me,” he chuckles.

You peered through your hands to laugh along, before removing them from your face, looking up into Eddie’s eyes. Were they always that deep of a brown? And did they always glisten in the light like that?

Eddie was having the same thoughts, but he would never admit that to anyone. Yet, he couldn’t help but notice the way your hair fell in front of your face when you laughed, or how your cheeks turned bright pink when you got embarrassed.

He coughs, “So… I assume you want to meet up outside of here to work on this?”

“If you don’t mind, yeah. I’m free tonight, if that’s okay with you?”

He thinks, “Um… I have Hellfire until, well… when we finish. Campaigns usually last around two hours-ish, so we should be done around six?”

“Yeah, that’ll work,” you reply, “I’ve heard the library stays open at night here, so I’ll just hang around in there and you can meet me afterwards?”

“Yeah, sure. Sure…”

“Cool…”

Luckily, the awkward silence between the two of you is broken by Mrs. Click redirecting everyone back to the current content of the class. And thank God she did, the tension could be cut with a knife it was so thick.

Why were you acting like this? You were rambling so much to him a mere two days ago. You even hugged him for God’s sake, and now you can’t even make basic conversation? What was wrong with you?

Eddie collected you from the library at 6:30, profusely apologising for leaving a girl alone, saying how he “Wasn’t raised like that.”

Although, you didn’t mind. It actually gave you extra time to complete your World History homework, something that you wanted to be perfect, hoping to make a lasting impression on your teacher.

It was only a fifteen minute drive to Eddie’s place, you not realising he lived in the Trailer Park until he drove up the wet road towards the place. You didn’t want to say anything that would potentially offend him, so you kept your mouth shut. You had no problem with anyone that lived there, but was bringing the fact up worse? Was you rambling about how there was no problem making it into a big deal? It was just easier to stay quiet in the already silent atmosphere of his van.

Opening the front door, he gestures you inside politely. Thanking him quietly, you are alerted of another presence in the trailer by the sound of the TV lowly playing in front of you.

“Hey son, how was—“ he starts, seeing your face as Eddie stands awkwardly behind you. “Sorry, I didn’t know Eddie had brought company over.”

He laughs, scratching the back of his neck, “Yeah, sorry about that Wayne. This is Y/N, she’s the girl I had to show around the school, and we’re also now English partners, so…”

“No need to apologise, I don’t mind you being here. Don’t mind me darlin’, you two can get on with whatever you need to do,” Wayne says, relaxing back into the couch once more.

But, you’ve already decided to take in your surroundings. The place is quite messy, but it also matches the personality of the two Munsons. Random beer cans, empty wrappers and dirty clothes are scattered across various objects around the house. There’s both a line of mugs and hats hooked to the wall, a vast collection on display. Something that you can’t help but bring up.

“I really love your mug collection,” you compliment, pointing to it and flicking your gaze between both Munsons.

“That would be mine,” Wayne replies, “And thank you. I take great pride in it.”

You giggle, “Especially this one,” you say, pointing to the Garfield mug to the right of you, “I love the TV special.”

“So do I!” Wayne beams, “It’s so good, isn’t it?”

“Just the greatest,” you gush back, “Well, it was nice meeting you Mr. Munson.”

“Ah, no need for that mister crap, just call me Wayne,” he replies with a wave of his hand.

“Well, Wayne,” you smile, “Nice to meet you. Eddie, am I going this way?” you ask, signalling to the left.

“Yeah, straight down the hall,” he replies, “We’ll just be in my room if you need us Wayne.”

“Got it, you kids have fun with that English assignment,” he happily says, raising his eyebrows at Eddie when you aren’t looking, Eddie supporting an annoyed eye roll back.

“Your dad seems pretty cool,” you say, walking down the hall and to his room.

Eddie freezes up a little at the realisation that he never put emphasis on what relation Wayne was to him, “Actually, uh… Wayne is my… my Uncle.”

“Oh…” you let out, stumbling over your words, “That wasn’t a bad ‘oh’ by the way, that was more of just a shocked ‘oh’ at myself, mixed with an ‘I shouldn’t have assumed ‘oh.’’” You turn back to look at Eddie who is simply staring at the floor, “Maybe I should just shut up,” you say with a soft laugh.

“Nah, it’s okay…” he lies, trying to hide the pain of his past, “Most people would assume. I don’t live in the most… conventional household, should I say.”

“Which isn’t a problem, if I haven’t made that evidently clear over these past few days,” you giggle, “I think you’ve got the point that I’m not one for judgement.”

“Very clearly noted,” he replies back, laughing along with you.

You reach his room, slowly pushing open the door to find the most decorated room in your life. His walls are filled with posters, little trinkets decorating every corner, almost every space filled up with something he owns.

“Whoa,” you simply admire, “A good ‘whoa,’ again, just to clarify. You took decorating to the max, huh?“

He chuckles, “Yeah. This is my baby, you know? Gotta treat ‘er right after all.”

“Very true,” you reply, “Mind if I just take it all in a minute?”

“Go ahead,” he says, standing awkwardly with his hands in his pockets in the middle of his own bedroom.

You come to his bedside table, noticing the packet of un-opened condoms which your brain decides to evidently point out, “Don’t worry. It’ll happen one day.”

He scratches the back of his neck as you mention the condoms, “Oh, uh… Maybe I should’ve cleaned up in here a little…”

“It’s okay,” you say, “It’s nothing to be ashamed of really. Better to be safe than sorry.”

Eddie wasn’t sure whether your casualness was better or worse. On the one hand, a girl not making a big deal out of it was a nice change, usually guys were shamed for that. But, on the other hand, you even bringing it up just didn’t make him feel good regardless of your positive words.

You bend down just underneath his bedside table, noticing a small collection of books.

You smile as you turn to him and quote, “It is not despair, for despair is only for those who see the end beyond all doubt. We do not.”

Eddie breathes out, “Fellowship of the Ring.”

“Mhmm,” you hum, “One of the best book trilogies ever written. Plus, the Hobbit of course, can’t forget about that. I bet I can guess your favourite character.”

Eddie sits on the edge of his bed in shock. A girl had read his favourite book series? And had called it the best book trilogy ever written?

You break him out of his trance, “Eddie, you doing okay there?” you slightly giggle.

He blinks a few times, trying to bring himself back to reality. A girl reading Lord of the Rings… A cheerleader reading Lord of the Rings… A pretty cheerleader reading Lord of the Rings…

Shit, this couldn’t be happening to him.

“Uh… Yeah, yeah. Sorry, what were you saying?”

You laugh, “I said, I bet I can guess who your favourite character is.”

He’s still staring at you with a slightly parted mouth and a still expression as he breathes out, “Okay… Yeah, try me.”

“Frodo,” you simply say, shocking Eddie to his core once more. How did you know that?

“How… How did you know that?”

“You live with your Uncle, I’m assuming were adopted by him, or at least it feels like that. Frodo went through the exact same thing with Bilbo,” you explain, “We choose our favourite characters based on who we relate to. It’s comforting to us as humans to have a fictional being that’s like us, our life experiences.”

You were a nerd. You were a fucking nerd. Not just a World History nerd, but a proper fantasy nerd. Just like him.

“Yeah,” he scoffs, “Well, you got that right. What’s yours?”

“You’re not going to try to guess?”

He chuckles, “You’re a little hard to read for me sweetheart, so I think I’ll just let you tell me,” he grins.

“Well, if you must,” you say, climbing from up off the floor, taking a seat next to him on the edge of his bed, “Sure you wanna ask? I’m going to talk for a long time, I hope you know that.”

He looks at you in the eyes and smiles, “I like it when you ramble.”

You giggle, “Well, if you insist…”

“I’m just saying, there’s nothing inherently wrong with choosing Frodo, but I would argue Éowyn is just a tad bit cooler.”

You had no idea how long had passed, your notebook still in your backpack which was sat against the leg of Eddie’s bed, the two of you now lying flat back against the mattress.

“I guess to each of their own.”

You both laugh as you hear a faint knock on Eddie’s door, his uncle standing in the entrance. “I don’t mean to interrupt you kids from anything, but it’s 10:30, and I start work at 7 tomorrow, so I need to be gettin’ some sleep. Don’t mean to kick you out or anything darlin’.”

You shake your head, sitting up from your place on Eddie’s bed, him following in your motion, “It’s okay Mr. Mun— I mean, Wayne. I totally get it. It’s probably best if I get home too, if you don’t mind Eddie.”

“Of course not,” he replies, “It’s a good idea.”

You nod as you pick up your backpack from off the floor, seeing Wayne walk back down the hallway and lie on the couch.

Something suddenly clicks in you, “Wait, does Wayne not have a—?”

“Um… No, no he doesn’t,” Eddie sighs sadly, “He used to live here alone, you know, before he took me in. And… we don’t have the most money in the world, so he just gave up his room for me and he’s been sleeping on the couch ever since.”

“That’s awful Eddie,” you reply, a sadness laced in your tone, mixed in with a sense of sympathy, “Have you never asked for help?”

“You probably haven’t been here long enough to notice, but the government here doesn’t really give a shit about us trailer trash…”

You rub his shoulder lightly, “You aren’t trash, that’s just a bad stereotype. If I’ve learnt anything about you today, you’re more valuable than you think you are. Just because things come out of people’s mouths doesn’t mean they hold any truth to them, okay?”

He notices your warm touch through the many layers of his clothes, he can feel how soft your hands are despite the restrictions. “Yeah… I suppose I just let it get to me sometimes. If multiple people tell you the same thing for years on end, especially as a kid, a part of your brain begins to believe it is true, even if you know it isn’t deep down.”

Why are you telling this random girl you’ve known less than a week your darkest truths?

“Well,” you think, choosing your wording carefully, “I think the important thing is to remember who you truly are. And to me? That’s a cool, nerdy guy who has a great love for all things fantasy, and that makes you incredibly special.”

He shakes his head, a smile creeping on his face, “Yeah, I guess so,” the two of you laugh together softly.

But, as your chuckles come to a stop, there’s a tension between you two. A sort of admiration where you both simply stare at one another, taking in every feature of the other’s face.

It was like you were both realising something neither of you wanted to admit.

“Um…” Eddie coughs, “I should get you home.”

“Yeah, totally…” you reply awkwardly, Eddie signalling you to the door as you walk out. You smile at Wayne and give him a quick wave as his eyes begin to drift off, Eddie shutting the front door behind him as you both climb into his van.

Eddie needed to see his friends. It was a whole two days until band practice, but the start of it would have to wait as he was in deep shit…

“I think I like her, man,” he admits, staring at Gareth, the rest of the band huddled behind.

Gareth chuckles, holding his drumsticks in his hand, “Yeah, dude, we know.”

“What?” Eddie yells out, “How?”

The boys laugh as Jeff lets out, “It was kind of obvious.”

“No it wasn’t,” Eddie denies, “I literally hated her the day before she started rambling about Lord of the fucking Rings.”

Gareth laughs, “Yeah, man, you hated her because she’s exactly like you. She’s a girl who’s naturally really passionate about her interests, and you hated that because you felt threatened and intimidated.”

Eddie thinks for a moment before mumbling, “Fuck…” realising that his friends were right. Him finding your rambling annoying in the beginning was him taking on the role of how others reacted to his rambling. His brain was telling him to find it irritating because that’s what he’s been conditioned to think his entire life. Until, you rambled about the same thing as him, then he viewed you in the same light he views himself.

“Yeah, man. The first day we caught you staring you literally remembered the exact content she learnt in her class. You normally couldn’t remember that if the teacher spelled it out in front of you,” Jeff laughs.

“What do I do, guys? I can’t just ask her out in front of everyone. She would definitely deny me then!” Eddie freaks out.

“You said you’re spending the evening at yours again on Monday, right? To do the assignment?”

“Yeah, yeah we are,” Eddie breathes out.

“Okay, so just ask her then,” Gareth states.

“Dude, we literally didn’t get any work done last time. She’ll kill me if we don’t get through anything this time. The assignment is due in on Friday, man.”

The guys think for a second, before Jeff pipes up, “Why don’t you ask her during your breaks? Or set up something romantic, fool her into taking an extended break?” he says with a wiggle of his eyebrows.

“Don’t make it gross, dude,” Eddie grimaces, “I guess I could try that.” Eddie sighs, “But, what if she says no? That’s going to make our group assignment so awkward to get through…”

“Well, you’ll never know until you try,” Gareth admits the truth, “It’s either you give it a shot, or you keep your feelings buried. It’s up to you, man.”

Eddie couldn’t deny that the boys were right, like they usually were on most of his problems. He just has to hope and pray that you say yes, or if you don’t, you won’t be too uncomfortable and ruin the building friendship you have brewing.

“Okay, yeah, I’ll give it a shot,” he says, “Thanks guys.”

“You’re all good, man,” Gareth says, patting Eddie on the shoulder, “Let us know how it goes on Tuesday, all right?”

Eddie nods, “You got it.”

“This theory goes against the very evolution principle enlisted in the Bible. The Bible says that God created man in his own image, therefore debunking this very theory. Does that sound too formal Eddie?”

He shrugs, “I mean, it’s a newspaper. It’s gotta have some formality to it, right?”

“Yeah, I suppose you’re right. Besides, I’ve written it down now, there’s no going back,” you giggle.

He doesn’t know how he was focusing at all, his mind racing about what he had set up above the very ceiling of his bedroom.

You look at your watch, placing your pencil down on the desk, “Okay. Five minute break time,” you say, outstretching your arms.

It was now or never.

“Um…” Eddie begins, “I actually have an idea on how we can pass that time.”

“Oh yeah?” you ask, “How so?”

He jogs over to his window, opening it up and proceeding to jump out of it.

You get up out of your seat, gasping as you look out of his window to see him proudly standing with his hands on his hips on the grass below.

“Come on sweetheart, jump down!”

You purse your lips, trying not to laugh, “I think you forget I’m a lot shorter than you, Munson.”

He shakes his hand, “You’ll be fine. Just swing your legs around and leap down. I’m here to catch you if you need it,” he smiles.

You clutch at your heart dramatically, “Oh, my hero!”

You follow his words, leaping down, Eddie grabbing onto your waist as you reach the ground. You could’ve sworn he did it on purpose, you landed solidly on the floor, visibly not needing the extra support.

“Thank you,” you whisper, him coughing as he removes his hands from your waist, walking over to the ladder that is attached to the side of the trailer.

“M’lady,” he signals to you, you curtsying as you begin to climb up the ladder, Eddie following closely behind you.

As you reach the top, you notice the picnic blanket laid down, a bunch of different foods from sandwiches to strawberries decorated around the blue material.

“So, uh…” he stutters, “What do you think?”

“Eddie, it’s lovely, thank you! Just…” you pause, “When did you set this whole thing up?”

“This morning… Why?”

“Not to embarrass you honey, but I don’t think those sandwiches are gonna taste nice after being left out in the sun all day,” you wince.

Honey. You called him honey. That’s not what he should be focused on. He fucked up the entire plan by leaving the sandwiches out in the boiling hot Indiana heat, but you called him honey. Nobody’s ever called him honey before.

“Ah, shit,” he curses, “Yeah, maybe I should’ve thought that through,” he replies, scratching the back of his neck in embarrassment.

“It’s okay!” you beam, “We can just relax on the blanket anyway!”

God, you were good at turning any negative into a positive. It was like your given superpower.

He walks over and takes a seat to your left where you had already made yourself comfortable on the blanket.

“Open your mouth,” you say, Eddie asking “Why?” as you shove one of the sandwiches into his mouth.

He can feel the warmness of the bread, dirt from the air tickling the top of his mouth as he pulls the sandwich out, “Gross!” he exclaims, “Why did you do that?”

You giggle, “Punishment for you forcing me to eat that disgusting sandwich.”

He does an exaggerated gasp, “How dare you accuse me of forcing you! I am a man of consent, I wouldn’t dare force a lady into anything.”

“Wayne did a good job raising you then,” you smile.

Just that little comment made Eddie’s heart flutter. In amongst the joking nature, you still managed to compliment his upbringing. Something he had been so harshly criticised and judged for his entire life. You didn’t care, and that’s what made him love you even more.

Suddenly, you felt a droplet land on your cheek, Eddie feeling a drop on his hand as you both look up, the sky now a grey colour as the downpour begins to get heavier.

“You know what that is?” Eddie asks with a smirk, “Karma.”

You shake your head with a snort, “I hate you.”

Eddie laughs with you as he takes off his leather jacket, holding it above his head as he signals you closer, “Don’t want you getting wet, sweetheart.”

You shuffle closer as you ask, “Isn’t it just easier to go inside?”

“We climbed all the way up here,” he says, “Gotta make the most of it.”

As he turns to look at you, you both register how close your bodies are underneath the dryness that his jacket was providing. You look up at his cheeks, which you now noticed are decorated with freckles, a feature that made him all the more unique.

“Stay still,” you whisper, moving your hand up to his cheek and wiping away the droplets of water that had landed there. Eddie tried his best not to nuzzle his face into your warm and soft palm, your touch making him feel dizzy.

Your faces were a few inches apart, your eyes locked, difficult for the pair of you to look away. This was his chance.

“Y/N, um—“

“Can I kiss you?” you whisper out, looking away as you mutter the words.

Eddie swears he could feel his heart beating out of his chest as you said those four words, rendering himself speechless as he gains the courage to whisper back, “Yeah…”

You’re the first to lean in, taking his top lip between yours and pressing down, sealing your lips together as your palm remains placed on his right cheek. Eddie follows suit, dropping the leather jacket held above the both of you as he grabs your face with his large hands, the coolness of his metal rings making your body shiver.

You move your hands to the back of his neck, threading your hands through his matted curls, something you would for sure fix when you get back into his bedroom. But, that was a task for another time.

When you both part for air, you lean your foreheads against one another, the rain pouring down as it falls on both of your faces, your hair drenched in rainwater.

Both of your eyes remain closed as you smile, Eddie whispering out, “I like you.”

You giggle, “I like you too, handsome.”

Eddie places a tender kiss on your cheek as you move the bangs that had stuck themselves to his forehead, the curls loosening the wetter they got.

Eddie lowly speaks, “I think our five minutes is up, princess. Our assignment awaits us.”

You open your eyes, a glint in your eyes as you stare at Eddie, a mischievous grin plastered on your face as you say: “Fuck the assignment.”

i hope you enjoyed this! and i absolutely enjoyed it so much, that you also get a lil epilogue, so enjoy <3

“So, how did it go?” Gareth asks Eddie, curious as to how asking you out went.

“Well, why don’t you see for yourselves, gentlemen?” he answers proudly, the boys turning around to see you walking over with your tray of cafeteria food.

You smile as you reach the table, placing your tray down and leaning to place a kiss on Eddie’s lips, cupping his cheek as you say, “Hi, Eds.”

He grins as he whispers back, “Hi, sweetheart.”

You begin to take the empty seat next to Mike when Eddie interrupts, “Nuh uh uh, I don’t think so,” he says, patting his left thigh, “The princess gets the most special seat in the house.”

“Are you sure, Eddie?” you ask shyly. You had only had your first kiss last night and didn’t want to be crossing any boundaries too quickly.

“Positive sweetheart. C’mon,” he motions to you with his arms.

You giggle, pushing your tray over in front of Eddie and taking a seat on top of his rough, denim-covered thigh, him wrapping his arms around your waist to keep you balanced. He quickly snatches a cucumber stick from your tray, biting into it as you yell, “Hey!”

He chews on the vegetable, humming out, “Hmm, not bad actually.”

You shake your head as you lean over to take a bite out of your mashed potato with your plastic fork, Eddie asking, “So, does that answer your question boys?”

Jeff snorts, “Yeah, dude, you skipped the first date and scored a kiss already!”

Eddie shoves a pretzel into his mouth, “Many actually. Not much work was done after we made out in the rain.”

“Great,” Dustin grumbles, “Now we have lovebirds over at the far end, “Can you please not do all that kissing stuff in front of us?”

You and Eddie look at each other with a mischievous glint in your eyes, leaning in and sharing a passionate kiss, opening up your mouths a little wider than normal in an obvious attempt to tease Dustin. Which evidently worked.

“Ugh! Gross, dude!”

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