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janeyseymour · 1 month

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I Wouldn't Tell Anyone

based off of that tiktok trend: "i wouldn't tell anyone i won the lottery, but there'd be signs".

WC: ~2.75k

Melissa Schemmenti has worked at Willard R. Abbott Elementary School for years. And in those years, the one constant in her life has been Barbara Howard. The two had started the same year, and while many things have changed, their friendship would never. No, Melissa had watched as Barbara married Gerald, witnessed the woman’s growing belly as she carried both of her daughters, had seen the ups and downs in the Howard family. And likewise, Barbara had been there to see the marriage to Joe, the divorce of Joe, the lean years… and everything in between. They’ve seen the way that teachers come and go, children grow up before their very eyes, and at this point they’ve taught children of students that they had in the starting years. Teaching practices have grown and changed- it’s really an ever-evolving world that they live in.

The second grade teacher had a solid wardrobe that she kept in rotation over the years- really just a few blazers, her signature leather jacket, the same shirt in various colors, a few pairs of slacks and jeans, and of course her heeled boots that she wore everyday without fail.

“Melissa,” Barbara had asked one day. “Perhaps you and I should hit the mall? I know some great places that have wonderful clearance sections.”

“Are you tellin’ me I need to change out my wardrobe?” the redhead teased as she threw her bag over her shoulder.

“You know that is not what I am saying, woman,” Barb rolled her eyes. “But I see the way that your shirts are starting to wear thin. I also need an outfit for the end of the year banquet that this damned superintendent is forcing me to go to.”

“When you’re part of a committee, you have to go to that kind of stuff,” the second grade teacher had smirked. “Why you think I ain’t a part of all that?”

Even after the two of them hit it off, going to the mall whenever they found themselves with enough money to spare to treat themselves to a shopping spree, Melissa’s outfits still mostly circulate without fail.

Years pass, and then she meets you one night while she’s out at the bar. She walks in, and you’re captivated. You don’t know what draws you to her, but whatever it is is magical. Your eyes hardly leave her stunning figure as she dances. You know that by the end of the night, you have to at least attempt to make a move on her.

And you do when she decides to take a break from dancing to come over to the bar. Conveniently, the only opening is by where you’re sitting and nursing a margarita.

By some grace of God, she’s been watching you too- trying to figure out how to start a conversation with you over the loud music and people dancing all around you.

She saunters up to the spot that you’re at and smiles at you. Wow… her smile is radiant.

“How come a pretty girl like you ain’t out there dancing with someone?”

“Just came here after a hard day at work,” you shrug. “Wanted a marg, thought maybe the music and drinks would brighten my spirit.”

“Well, you got the marg,” she gestures to your half empty glass. “Why don’t I buy you another, and then we can listen to the music together?”

“I’m sure you have friends here that wouldn’t want me crashing.”

“I’m here alone,” the redhead reveals. “The name’s Melissa. And you are?”

“Y/N,” you tell her.

“Well, Y/N, why don’t you let me buy you a drink, and we can be alone… together.”

You end up getting her number as you part ways for the night, and simply text her when you get home that night, time and place.

She’s just walked into her own house when your text comes through. How does Renata’s Kitchen at 5:30 on Tuesday sound?

I have to wait tomorrow and Monday to see you?

I mean, I could grab a coffee tomorrow after church if you’d rather that, the redheaded beauty sends.

You send her the address of your favorite coffee place, which just so happens to be hers as well. You wonder if the two of you have ever run into each other and just not known it at the time.

The outing for coffee ends up being an entire day’s worth of just walking around the city together as you chat about life. You find out that she’s a second grade teacher at one of the local schools and that she has Sunday dinners with her family every week (that is actually the only reason she has to regretfully leave you that day) among many other things. She finds out that you work for one of the local law firms down the street from Abbott, ironically enough. How have the two of you never bumped into each other, or at least seen each other? You get to your place of work at the same time as she does, you’ve both gone down to the same Wawa at the same time for lunch because your lunch hours coincide, and she quite literally walks past your firm to get to happy hour specials with her coworkers.

Once she leaves you to head to her family dinner, she texts you to let you know that she would still love to do dinner with you on Tuesday. You excitedly reply that you would be absolutely delighted.

The two of you have been going out for quite some time now, and it’s quite funny that you’ve both kept it on the down low. You’re a bit concerned that while courtrooms have progressed with society that if your relationship were to become public, it could get in the way of cases. And she, similarly is nervous that she could face backlash at the school she works for for being in a homosexual relationship. So, neither of you have said anything to your coworkers. And it’s all going swimmingly. While you had both just stumbled upon each other one night at the bar, not expecting to find each other, here you are two years later as a happy couple.

You land the case of a lifetime, one where you could make a decent profit off of your already relatively high paying salary. On top of that, you know that you’re about to be promoted after working with this firm for the last five years.

You end up winning the case, bringing in some good money, and then you’re moving up the ladder and finding yourself with more cash outflow than you know what to do with at the moment. It’s too much for you, living in a small apartment in the city by yourself with nothing else to worry about. So, when your girlfriend comes over to your apartment for dinner, you propose something.

“Mel?” you ask as she stands at your stovetop. She hums to let you know that she’s listening, but her eyes stay trained on the vegetables that she’s chopping right now. “How would you feel if we moved in together?”

The sound of the knife hitting the cutting board halts, and she turns to face you. “What?”

“We’ve been together for almost two years,” you tell her. “I just got that nice promotion, plus a huge payout from the settlement with DuBoise, so… I was thinking maybe we could move in together? Find a nice townhouse somewhere in the city and settle into our lives together?”

About a million emotions flicker through the redhead’s face before it settles on a smile. “I think that might be a good idea.”

So, after months of looking, you both say goodbye to your small apartments and are able to move into a beautiful townhouse in Queen Village. When Melissa files the paperwork to change her address for paychecks, Ava comes flying into the staff lounge with her eyes nearly bulging out of her head.

“Uh, ahem,” the principal coughs out and raises her brows, waving the paperwork in front of the second grade teacher during lunch.

“What?” your girlfriend grumbles as she grades a few papers and shoves a forkful of her salad into her mouth.

“Since when did you move?”

“A couple of weeks ago,” Melissa shrugs.

Barbara’s brows furrow. She wasn’t aware her friend was moving house. “Oh, Melissa. Could you not afford the place anymore?”

“Girl, she upgraded big time! Went from living in the slums to a three bedroom townhouse in Queen Village!”

“Queen Village?” the kindergarten teacher repeats.

Again, the redhead just shrugs.

“Melissa, how did you manage that? I know what you make, and there is no way you could afford to live somewhere like that!” Janine cuts in.

“Can it, pipsqueak,” Melissa rolls her eyes. “Let’s just say… I have my ways.”

Nobody is brave enough to ask the mob-like woman what the hell that could even mean.

“Well, when do we get to see the place?” Jacob tries to invite himself over.

Green eyes glare over at the man. “If I can help it, never.”

“Oh c’mon, Mel Mel,” Jacobs whines out. “I lived with you at one point! Why can’t we come see your new place?”

“At the time, I did not know it was you,” the redhead huffs. “And then you moved out on me.”

“Because I found

The second grade teacher blows out a breath. “Maybe once I have it all furnished and put together.”

So, once the two of you have the place put together for the most part, the Abbott clan makes their way over while you’re out of town for a convention that you were forced to go to.

To say that the crew is beyond impressed is an understatement.

“Melissa, this is beautiful,” Barbara compliments.

“How? How?” is all Jacob and Janine can stutter out.

The redhead just smirks. “I know a guy.”

They leave not knowing that the guy that she knows is you- her girlfriend of almost two and a half years at this point. And because it’s you, and you have an unwavering love for Melissa, the house is impeccable and everything she could ever want it to. You take good care of her.

Since moving in together, Melissa’s meals have only become more extravagant. With both of your finances almost entirely combined at this point, you spoil her with the best foods and ingredients that you can get her at any moment. So when she comes into the staff room with way fancier dishes for her lunch, it raises a few eyebrows. The teachers have seen Melissa stretch a dollar like a big headed baby stretches a… the redhead smirks.

“I know a guy,” is all she offers up.

The eyebrows of her coworkers only creep further up her head when she comes in with leftovers from one of the nicest restaurants in the city- a place known nationally for the delicate dishes and absolutely delectable desserts.

She’s eating the extra slice of cheesecake the two of you had brought home when Janine leans over. “How’d you get that?”

“I know a guy.”

“You sure seem to know a lot of guys.”

They have no idea that there are not multiple people- you are almost singlehandedly responsible for the lavish lifestyle that your girlfriend suddenly leads.

Somehow, Melissa is forced to go to one of the banquet dinners that the district is holding because she’s hit a milestone in her teaching, and they’re highlighting her. So, of course Barb offers to go with her to try to find something nice to wear to the dinner that she too will be attending.

“Oh, I think I actually have an outfit,” the redhead refutes the offer. “But thank you.”

“Girl, you never turn down an opportunity to go out shopping,” the kindergarten teacher raises a brow.

“I just… know a guy that already bought me an outfit.”

Melissa shows up to the event looking like a million bucks, and Barbara almost can’t believe it. The redhead’s hair is curled to perfection, the dress that she’s in has clearly been tailored to accentuate all of her curves and to be the proper length. The shoes that she’s wearing are not the black heeled boots Barbara is so used to seeing her work wife wear- no, instead she’s got on a pair of heels that have to be at least two hundred dollars if the kindergarten teacher had to guess.

Of course, their picture gets snapped and is posted to the school website a few days later.

At lunch, while Janine is eating and on her laptop, her eyes go wide. “Melissa!”

“What?”

“You looked beautiful the other night!”

“Thanks, kid.”

“How did you get all of that?”

“I know a guy.”

Jacob moves his chair so he too can get a look.

“Melissa, that is…” he thinks to himself quietly. “At least a six hundred dollar look! For a school event? Girl, where are you getting all of this stuff?!”

“I told youse, I know a guy.”

It’s a weekend when the Abbott crew decides to get together, and they all have plans to go to Barbara’s house for game night, but Gerald gets sick and they can no longer use the Howard residence.

“Well, I guess we should cancel,” Melissa sighs as they’re all leaving the school that day.

“What if we just came to your place?” the kindergarten teacher asks. “It’s the only other space big enough to accommodate us all.”

Begrudgingly, the second grade teacher agrees. As everyone is on their way over, she calls you.

“Hello?”

“Hey hun,” she says softly. “So… change in plans for tonight.”

“Oh? Do I get you all to myself tonight?”

“Not exactly…” the redhead trails off. “We’re moving game night to our house.”

“Oh,” you say softly, your face dropping as you thumb through papers in your office.

“Yeah,” she hums.

“I mean, I guess I can go out to dinner with my mom or something to pass the-”

“What if we just… came out? At least just to the crew,” your girlfriend suggests quietly.

You mull that option over for a few seconds. “Y-yeah. If you’re ready for that.”

“I am if you are.”

“I can pick up dinner,” you tell her. “I should be out of here by 5:30, and then I can head over to grab some food before coming home.”

“There’s…” she counts in her head. “eight of us.”

“Eight?”

“Somehow Mr. J wormed himself into this get together,” Melissa laughs softly. “Something about getting the band back together- whatever the hell that means.

Once you’re free from work, you head over to one of the nicer restaurants in the city, and because you and Melissa have become frequent flyers there, they’re able to oblige your request for a few trays of food. You leave a generous tip before packing the food into your car and making your way back to your townhouse.

Upon pulling in, you take a few deep breaths before gathering your briefcase and the food and making your way to the door.

When you push it open, all eyes are on you.

“Hey,” you sigh as you kick off your shoes and head for the kitchen table to put down all the food.

“Melissa, you didn’t tell us you have a roommate, never mind a hot one!” Ava grins.

The redhead just rolls her eyes before glaring. That glare is gone though once you make your way back into the living room and sit down next to your girlfriend.

“Hey babe,” you smile at her before kissing her cheek softly.

“Babe?” Barbara’s eyes go wide. “Melissa Ann, do you have a girlfriend?”

The redhead just smirks. “Oh, did I not mention that I am happily in a relationship and have been for two and a half years?”

“Wait a minute,” Mr. Johnson furrows his brows and looks you over. “Ain’t you one of those fancy lawyers that works at the firm down the street from Abbott?”

You nod. “Hi. I’m Y/N.” You cordially shake everybody’s hand with a kind smile.

“Wait,” Janine pieces it all together. “Is this why you moved and could afford this place? Why your meals have gotten a lot fancier, and how you could afford the clothes you wore to the dinner the other night?”

Melissa just nods. “I guess you could say… I won the lottery with this one.”

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chlorinecake · 5 months

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⋆ ˚⁀➴ riize as first date clichés ―୨୧⋆ ˚

pairing ⟢ 라이즈 x fem!reader

contains ⟢ a kiss here and there, barely suggestive, mentions of food, around 120 words per member 📍

osaki shotaro - thrift shopping / mall date

He'd explore every clothing outlet in search of the perfect matching couples outfit, buying every item that caught your eye for longer than three seconds. He’d also end up styling you as if he was your personal fashion manager, taking a ton of pictures to later put as his phone screensaver. And then randomly, I can see him initiating a game of hide-n-seek in one of the larger sub-stores, having his eyes open the entire time as he didn't wanna risk losing you… After, both of you would enjoy cinnamon pretzels from the mall bakery while making silly wishes at the water fountain ♡

song eunseok - convenience store date

Despite the choice of location being below casual, Eunseok would make it his duty to give you the most romantic first date experience ever. He'd open the car door for you, making sure your seatbelt was on and the AC to your liking before driving to your neighborhood gas station, raiding the snack aisles and buying all of your favorite shelf foods. While enjoying microwaved ramen, canned drinks, and sandwich cookies, you two would talk for hours and never get bored, learning more about each other while simultaneously falling deeper in love ♡

jung sungchan - bowling / rollerblading date

He would constantly try to flex his bowling skills on you, taking pride in how he beat you by fifty points all why using his left hand… Though sometime later, you two would get lost on the skating rink, Sungchan’s large yet gentle hands resting at your hips as he guiding you across the floor, whispering things in your ear like “go slow for me, alright?” and “I’ve got you, princess.” Afterwards while sharing a plate of nachos from the bar, he’d tell the most cringeworthy dad jokes just go see your smile all over again ♡

park wonbin - karaoke night and bar

You two (luckily) had similar taste in music, so the song choices flowed well… not to mention how both of you were a bit tipsy from drinking at the bar earlier, so things got interesting pretty quickly. Wonbin would pull you close to him, gently resting his chin on the crown of your head as you both sang, his hand covering yours over the microphone. The vibrations from his throat would send butterflies through your stomach, making you fumble over the lyrics a bit which would only cause Wonbin to giggle even more ♡

hong seunghan - amusement park

Despite his intimidatingly good looks, Seunghan would make you feel totally comfortable around him. Winning you stuffed animal prizes would be the highlight of the night, aside from you two sharing carnival treats like funnel cakes and milkshakes as you explored all the attractions. He’d be super clingy and touchy, too, holding your hand everywhere you went so everyone knew you were his. And while waiting in line for a rollercoaster, I can see him hugging you from behind, kissing your head with his hands clasped in front of you, just to make sure you felt safe ♡

lee sohee - a picnic date (?)

His initial plan to take you to a fancy dinner turned into something you can hardly even explain now. Instead, you ended up going to the nearest park where your now picnic date began. Sohee would shamelessly gaze at you with the dumbest smile on his face as you spoke, or even blush a little if you had food on your face before wiping it away with his thumb, kissing you on the same spot. Then, you’d skip stones on the nearby lake, pick flowers together, and talk about anything and everything that comes to mind ♡

lee anton - chill house date

Anton’s a soft, sweet, and simple kind of guy, so a chill at-home get-together would be the perfect spot for your first date. While hanging in his bedroom that he decorated before you showed up, you two built legos and solved puzzles together while Anton asked you about your upbringing, also sharing things about himself. Afterwards, y’all would make a giant bowl of ice cream and bake pizza bagels to share while watching random TikTok’s together on the middle of his bedroom floor ♡

no tags bc I’m not sure if my “perm” girlies are into riize :3 feel free to let me know in the comments if you wanna be tagged in future posts to come tho !!

📍 check out my NEW RIIZE masterlist ~

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spacedustmantis · 1 year

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Post-Credits AU intro post!

the genloss au me and my good friend bee @wings-of-flying have been working on for a bit. here's all the basic information

what if charlie hadn't listened when ranboo told him to leave the axe? what if charlie had been able to break through the boarded up door? what if they made it out?

well it would result in a shitload of trauma

after they make it out of the mall and hijack a car charlie tries to get the mask off of ranboo and is half successful. he can't get the wires out of them though and also ranboo passes out before charlie could even get that far. a stranger calls them an ambulance and they end up in hospital. the doctors get the wires out of ranboo's mouth, neck and back and also find a chip in his upper back. when checking up charlie, who has a bad panic attack (he doesn't quite know why yet but he knows he hates hospitals) and needs to be sedated, they find a chip in his back too (spoilers it's trackers). they get the chips out and patch them up. after a bit of talking their nurse (sasha my beloved!) tells them she'd pay for their bills and also recommends they seek professional psychological help.

charlie and ranboo break out of the hospital bc they can't risk showfall finding them and after that they just kinda. live. heal a bit. figure out who they are and what they want, all that stuff. they stay moving. they don't settle down anywhere for too long, staying in motels and homeless shelters. charlie takes up jobs to get them some money, ranboo discovers drawing as a coping mechanism and later hobby and eventually starts selling some of their less personal works for extra money.

eventually, after a few weeks/months of this, charlie starts toying with the idea of going against showfall, motivated by guilt for leaving their friends and a deep seething anger at showfall. ranboo is a bit hesitant since they are mostly just tired and want to leave all that behind, but he does work with charlie on trying to take down showfall.

also, no spoilers but sneeg will show up in this. bc i felt bad not including him somehow.

a few noteworthy extra bits:

ranboo has psychosis in this

charlie goes on daily jogs. he likes the idea of being in shape in case they ever need to fight/run

a big part of this story is them regaining memories from their time with showfall and their life before that

also before breaking out they have gone through the same show and been reset many times. which means ranboo will be regaining memories of dying in the trap, and charlie will be regaining memories of being torn apart by the security

ranboo has scars all over his face bc of the mask

ranboo is a bit suicidal

they do not own anything with cameras or screens

when they need to access the internet, they go to the nearest library

they put up anti-showfall posters, trying to raise awareness

charlie gets a gun. he deserves it

also for convenience, have the playlist we made here too

#genloss spoilers #generation loss spoilers #generation loss #post-credits au #buggy thoughts #silver screen #Spotify

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adamstanheightsleftshoulder · 2 months

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go on, roll your eyes || adam stanheight

SMUT!!!!! (minors dni tq)

x afab!gn!reader | 2306 words

this is my first time um ever writing smut for public consumption so i would love to start off by saying i do not know what i am doing! eye yam raw dogging this <3

id also love 2 say ily 4ever hot girls love saw discord server for literally inspiring this whole thing,, enjoy spotting things we said in chat :3

Adam’s main goal is to make your eyes look directly into the back of your own head - conveniently, this is one of the things he does best. He barely has to try.

Doesn’t stop him from always giving it his all, though.

And he loves it. Loves it.

Loves the way you lose yourself, the way your head falls back and you say his name like it’s the only part of reality your brain has held onto.

It happens when you’re at the mall - and God only knows why you’re even there, neither of you particularly like the mall - as he watches you in the afternoon sun from the skylight above. Watches you like you’re his world.

For all intents and purposes, it’s been a perfectly normal and sweet afternoon.

“I’m just saying this mall wouldn’t have the reputation it does if anybody cleaned up after themselves,” You say, leaning on the food court table, “I mean look at that guy- five bucks says he gets up and leaves everything right where it is,”

“I’m not taking that bet, we both know you’re right,” Adam laughs and presses a kiss to your cheek, gentle smile on his face.

You watch as the aforementioned guy stands up from where he was eating, wipes his hands on his pants, and abandons everything on his table - six steps away from a bin.

Time seems to slow down for Adam as you roll your eyes at the sight. His eyes glaze over - you, tangled in the sheets, twitching, on cloud 9. He feels like he’s there now, buried deep in you, filling you up, his teeth sinking into your collarbone and your nails in his back.

His smile drops, his heart flutters, and… oh, there goes a rush of blood. How strange, such an innocuous motion can cause Adam to just about see stars.

“What’s up with you?” You ask, confused smile on your face. He doesn’t budge. He’s white knuckled, gripping the table. “Seriously, Adam, what’s going-“

But you recognise that look in his eyes. You know the way his breath stutters.

Adam is falling apart. There is a tent growing under that table.

Suddenly a warm, trembling hand is on your wrist and you’re being dragged away from the table, leaving everything behind (and becoming the same as the person you were just mocking).

Before you really even register you’ve left the food court and entered somewhere else, your back is against a cool tiled wall and he’s pressed against you like he’s trying to crush you.

“God, you get me so worked up, you don’t even have to try,” His voice is a low rumble, halfway between a growl and a desperate plea.

“You can’t be serious,” You whisper into his ear as he kisses down your neck, “From one little eye roll?”

Suddenly his hand is on your face, gentle but firm, holding you in place so you have to maintain eye contact.

He can read it in your eyes, you’re no good at hiding it, not from him. He’s got you wrapped around his finger by now. You want him BAD.

He smirks, drinking in the sight of you like this. He hasn’t even touched you yet.

“If that’s all you think you did, then go on,” He challenges, and as he presses himself somehow even closer to you you can feel just how rock hard he is, “Roll your eyes,”

“Make me,” You bite back, and Adam just grins.

“Oh, I intend to,”

He doesn’t give you a chance to reply. He kisses you feverishly, like he’s on death row. His left hand stays on your face and his right drifts to your hip, his fingers digging into the flesh so hard he can feel the bone under his thumb. He presses one knee in the space between your legs.

You whimper into his mouth and he groans. He knows exactly what this mix of pain and pleasure does to you. He knows that he’s ripping you into ruin.

Adam then drops to his knees, like this bathroom stall is Church and you are holy.

His eyes are wide and pleading, he looks almost hungry, like he’s been in the desert for a thousand years and you are a blessed mirage.

He looks at you like he’s going to eat you whole. In a way he is.

Adam raises his eyebrows for a second, just a twitch, as if to ask if you’re sure you want him doing this. You nod with vigour. How could you not want this? Adam and his perfect lips…

Your head falls back as he unzips your jeans, yanks them down with the gusto of someone who’s been waiting to unwrap their present for years.

Your hand finds his hair. He lets a pathetic little groan fall from his lips in response - it gets louder when your nails graze his scalp.

“God, look at you. Fucking barely holding it together,” He quips, kissing up your thighs, “Eager little whore,”

You try to speak, try to banter back; tell him he’s being mean. He swings one of your legs over his shoulder before you can, and he takes the words out of your mouth as he teases his fingers under the very edge of your underwear. He laughs low in his throat as your hips roll against nothing. He wants you so bad he could tear you to shreds about it.

“Use your words,” He breathes, “C’mon, baby. You’re not that far gone yet, talk to me,”

“Please,” Whispered like a prayer, “Please, God, Adam- Please,”

“Good enough,”

He tucks your underwear out of the way with one hand, his breath makes you quiver just a little as it hits your sensitive skin.

“Needy slut,”

One hand firmly gripping your thigh and the other allowing him access, Adam kisses along the very very sensitive inside of your thigh, until he reaches right beside the dripping wet, wanton hole that belonged, truly, to him.

Oh, yes. Adam wants you to see stars. Adam wants you to walk out of here on legs made of jelly. Adam wants to make those eyes roll.

He presses his tongue flat against that bundle of nerves he knows how to find so well, and you cry out in a strangled voice - “Adam!”. He flicks his tongue and you twitch.

Adam has never been this hard in his LIFE. His jeans are suddenly a prison. But he has to take care of you first, he has to make the risk of a public bathroom worth it.

“God you taste perfect, baby,” He whispers, and then his tongue is right back where it was a second ago.

There’s little gentleness involved. It’s like he’s trying to find a way to say he loves you, but the only way he can is through devouring.

His tongue is harsh in its flicking, in how he focuses hard on your already sensitive clit, the way his nose gets pressed against you makes you worry he might hurt himself - but there’s no sign of him stopping. If anything he’s getting worse.

Every noise you make eggs him on. Tentatively at first, he presses one long finger inside of you. When your back arches off the tile, you feel the way he moans, before he pulls the first one out only to add a second finger.

He’s like clockwork. You manage to find the will to look down again, to find he’s closed his eyes, focussed.

He curls a finger inside of you, and you’re ashamed to admit how close you are to coming undone already. You don’t have to admit it though, Adam knows. He can feel you clenching around him, and if he had the brains right now to do it he might just laugh at how desperate you are.

His fingers pound now, setting a pace that is quick and even but rough. Adam needs you. Adam could cum in his jeans right now from the way you squirm on his fingers alone.

You rock back and forth against his face and he just about loses his mind. HIS eyes are in danger of rolling back. He eats you out like a man starved, like he’s begging for more despite being the one in control.

It takes you over before you realise you’ve reached that point - no warning, and you’re jerking back and forth, a twitching mess, fingernails in his scalp - and you cum. It washes over you, and you have to grab Adam’s shoulder for stability.

If he didn’t know any better, if he didn’t know what you always wanted (more), he’d stop here. Thank God Adam knows better.

He retracts his fingers and watches as you clench on instinct around nothing. He wipes his mouth a little, but not enough to wipe the taste away. The taste he savours, the taste he craved and craves more often than he should ever admit.

A wreck. He’s making a wreck of you.

He stands, letting your leg fall back to where it can try to support you.

You practically fall into his firm chest, and he chuckles down at you.

“Good, hm?” He asks, as if he’s not sure, “You terrible thing,”

You can only hum in response, half sex-drunk, clinging onto him for dear life.

“Can’t get enough, can you?”

He’s teasing you? This is his fault! That asshole-

You whimper again, and he comes undone.

“Fine,” He concedes, making quick work of his own jeans, “Ready?”

You in fact started to nod before he’d even finished saying ‘ready.

And then, bliss - you feel him start to line his thick cock up with your entrance, the very tip of the head poking just inside.

You feel like you could gush just at that contact.

He kisses you quickly as he presses himself in, catching the cry of pleasure and surprise that you let out between his lips. He groans, deep in his throat - a deeply, deeply satisfied sound. Adam’s been waiting so patiently.

“Taking me so well,” his whisper fans across your face and you lose any contact with the world of words.

Adam doesn’t wait any longer because he CAN’T. He pulls himself almost all the way out, only to slam himself back in again a second later.

Adam fucks you like he hates your guts. Like he detests everything about you so much he has to rearrange your insides into something he can stand.

“A-Adam,” You choke out, and if it weren’t for the hand he’s just begun to rest on your cheek, you’d forget that he loves you. The harsh feeling of his teeth in your neck, your collarbone, your shoulder… you’d be forgiven for forgetting that he’s capable of being gentle. You roll in time with the violent pace he’s set, your hips slapping together so hard you know it’ll bruise.

“G…God,” He breathes against your now bruised neck, “You’re so good,”

Your core tightens and you know the second orgasm is coming, quickly. You cry against him, fingers digging into his back.

“Go on,”

It’s like it was a taught command. He tells you, you cum.

He’s nowhere near done yet. He’s got too much in mind. He can’t stop until you’re all but faded away from that pretty little head of yours. Until you forget your own name, but remember his.

His pace never lets up, never even pauses. You’re making sounds that are obscene, bordering on pornographic, and if Adam wasn’t so determined he’d bust right here and now.

Your head is pressed against the tile again, crying out like an animal in heat, when his hand covers your mouth and he stops moving completely.

A whine comes from you, unwillingly. You’d be embarrassed of the sound if you could be right now.

“Sh, sh sh. Someone’s going past,” He whispers, pressing his sweaty forehead to your own, “Wait, baby. Don’t want to get caught, do you?”

You shake your head but your body betrays you. Adam watches, jaw dropping a little at just how fucking perfect you are as you squirm around him. He’s still fully inside, fully sheathed. He’s hitting every place in there and he’s STOCK STILL. It feels cruel, crueller when you realise how much he’s enjoying watching you suffer in the stillness.

You whimper against his hand, and he only presses it to your face further.

“Stay quiet,”

There’s a threatening edge to his voice and it doesn’t take long to realise why. The thumb of the hand that’s not desperately silencing you reaches down and plays with your clit - you could explode at this point. He barely has to do much, you’re squirming so hard and he’s so close to letting go inside of you-

It seems he decides the threat to your privacy is gone, and your torture is over, as he kicks back into action like a machine again.

He loses himself, now, it’s his turn. The most desperate sounds you’ve heard him make echo on the bathroom walls.

“God- Fuck, fuck- baby, I- Can I- Please, please, can I- I need to, I-“ He stutters against you, getting a little sloppy but no less violent in his thrusts, “Let me fill you,”

You keen and he takes it as a green light, painting your insides white with his orgasm, and your third of the day comes crashing over you as he grunts your name.

Everything gets tensed for a moment - his fingers in the skin of your face and your hip, his jaw. His head falls to your shoulder for a second. He catches his breath, slow final thrusts pushing his own spend in and back out of you.

He looks at you now, assessing the job he did.

“You beautiful thing,” He pants, swallowing harshly, “There they go. Those fuckin’ eyes,”

#I DONT KNOW WHAt I AM DOING #richie dont look #I love you hot girls love saw discord #this is for u #especially neon skunk and vamoose #adam faulkner stanheight #adam stanheight x reader #saw fanfiction

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‘Eddie Munson should have died at the hands of the government instead of the Upside Down’ please expound on this your ideas are intriguing to me and I wish to subscribe to your newsletter.

okay, i am finally gonna release from the vault a text post i had drafted months ago about how reductive and bland i find eddie munson's "heroism" arc.

from a characterization standpoint, i totally understand why eddie declares himself a coward for running after witnessing chrissy (and later, patrick) die. his image of himself as a proud outcast willing to brandish a middle finger at societal norms, bolstered by playing a "satanic" game about misfits coming together to bravely face great evils, is completely shattered. however, from our viewpoint as an audience, eddie does what just about any of us would have done after watching someone die in a horrific, unexplainable manner and not knowing if what happened to them is about to happen to us.

...except the show then does this weird thing where it agrees with eddie's warped, guilty view of his actions. eddie is a coward for running. he should have...what? stayed, again not knowing if he would be killed next, tried to explain everything to hawkins pd, and gotten arrested? (which would have derailed the rest of the hawkins plot because, unless dustin & company staged a jailbreak, eddie then would have been in custody during fred and patrick's murders.) the plot demands he run, but to wring any sort of emotional catharsis out of his death, the writers want us to think "look! he's redeemed himself! this time he ran into the danger!" it equates self-preservation with selfishness and cowardice, which certainly isn't a new thing in media but it's boring and doesn't reflect reality.

and when you parallel eddie's death with billy's (and what i imagine steve's death would have been had they gone through with killing him in season one), it paints this uncomfortable picture that redemption can only be found through extreme self-sacrifice and ultimately death. boring! very boring! and again, why are we redeeming a character who doesn't need redemption?

i appreciate (and really like actually!) that the narrative dooms eddie from the beginning. there wouldn't have been a satisfying way to write him out of a triple homicide rap had he lived. that being said, i would have loved to see eddie survive the upside down, get arrested for the murders, and, while our intrepid heroes are expecting owens and his shadowy government contacts to swoop in, be killed by those same shadowy government contacts as a cover-up.

because that is all owens has been doing for the past three seasons: covering things up to save a fringe organization's ass. it's just been convenient for our gang that the cover-ups align with their interests, too, to the point they are over-reliant on owens stepping in with forged birth certificates and mall fires. only, in season four's case, eddie is the most convenient cover story. with owens left for dead in a bunker in the middle of the desert, what loyalty does the rest of this strange government operation have to the gang and to eddie that they would exert any additional effort concocting a more outlandish story than the easy one the town of hawkins has already bought into?

it would have been a great way to add additional stakes going into season five because the gang would have had absolutely no one to rely on or trust but themselves. no more clean-up crew to plant fake stories and file the paperwork. the government has never actually been on their side. it's hawkins against the upside down and the world, baby.

wow, this is so long and i am so sorry. i still have a lot of feelings about this apparently, even after all this time.

#ask #i think the problem with eddie's arc ultimately comes down to framing #what should have been a tragedy of conservative close-mindedness got turned into this weird statement on heroism #commit to the tragedy duffers! make your horror season real horror!#stranger things #for the filters <3

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vrabbiit · 11 months

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Could you write a oneshot of glamrock freddy x reader where he is overworked and stressed so the reader manages to pull some strings to have the glamrocks get a day off. But freddy feels bad and tries to work anyway but the reader just goes

'Sit yo ass back down'

that i absolutely can, anon! this ended up being in hc form, i hope that's ok!!

There weren't a huge amount of perks to your job maintaining the animatronics at the Pizzaplex. Long hours, little thanks from management, and general stressful work were offset by a slightly higher-than-average pay, and the knowledge that even if they refused to admit it, you were indispensible. Which meant that while you didn't have many bargaining chips, you still had a foot in the door when it came to making decisions about the robotic stars of the show.

That's why, when you came to your higher-ups demanding that the Glamrocks took a day off, it was (albeit reluctantly) accepted. You'd spouted enough jargon about the animatronics' fans and their programming that they didn't understand to convince them that there was a very real need for this day off, and technically you weren't lying. Constant running of any electrical equipment can cause its functioning to decline, and the robots in the Pizzaplex were no exception. However, that wasn't the real reason you'd so adamantly advocated for them to have some time away from the spotlight (separately, though, as to not distress the patrons of the mall too much - that was management's caveat).

The reason stood in front of you, eyeing the door to his room - the one you were conveniently blocking his path too.

Freddy had accepted, even encouraged, the others to have time off. He'd backed you up to his bandmates when they'd floundered at the idea of having time to themselves. For all intents and purposes, he should have been the easiest to leave to his own devices.

Except that the bear was an absolute workaholic.

You understood it, sympathised with the guy, it was even part of the reason you were so fond of him (not that you were quite ready to admit it to yourself). But it would be a lie if you said that a huge part of this decision wasn't made for him. It wouldn't have been too noticeable unless you were as close to him as you were, but he'd been... worn down, recently. While he did his best to still give the same energetic performances, you'd noticed the internal struggle he was having to keep those energy levels high. He was suffering from burnout, but he didn't even seem to realise.

And now, he was trying to tell you he didn't need a day off. That while it was good for the others, he didn't need the rest. You called bullshit, of course. It takes a long conversation (which is more like a thinly veiled argument, because if there's one thing that Freddy hates more than being called out on his hypocrisy, it's apparently actively being confrontational) for you to finally level with him and get him to understand that not only are you not stupid, but you're worried about him.

Framing it as your concern instead of an attempt to stop him from working doing what he loves helps him understand your point of view a lot better, and when it becomes clear that you're not going to budge unless he actually rests and stops trying to sneak past you out of the door, he finally acquiesces.

On one condition: that you spend the day with him so he doesn't get bored.

#fnaf security breach #glamrock freddy #glamrock freddy x reader #fnaf sb #security breach #fnaf

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megxplryxb · 7 months

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Dance With Me Forever

Steve Harrington x Fem!HopperReader

Absolute Fluff

Warnings: None

The hot summer sun had finally set on a beautiful Saturday evening in the middle of July. The sound of champagne glasses clinking echoed through the romantic lake house ballroom, lit up in pinks and purples as guests celebrated the marriage of Jim Hopper and Joyce Byers. The couple finally deciding to tie the knot after Vecna had been defeated, ending the nightmare of the Upside Down once and for all.

It had been a long four years, continuously battling monsters from another dimension, always wondering when evil would rear it’s ugly head again but this time felt different, like there was finally peace in the mystical little town of Hawkins, Indiana.

The last few years had changed no one more than Steve Harrington. Long gone was the arrogant, rich boy you’d known in High School, having been cut off by his parents and left heartbroken by Nancy Wheeler. He had become somewhat of an outcast. Never in a million years did he imagine his life turning out like it had. Steve always thought he’d end up like his Father, marrying some girl for convenience instead of love, being nothing more than a suit for some company and have a mistress in every city he traveled to. Steve was more than grateful he hadn’t gone down the same path and he definitely had you, Robin and the kids to thank for that.

He was sat at a table with Robin, Vickie, Eddie, Chrissy and Nancy, all of whom were engrossed in conversation about how sweet Hopper’s speech had been and how emotional it was when the Chief of Hawkins shed a few tears while gushing about his new Wife, your new Stepmom. Steve couldn’t exactly say he had heard much of Jim’s speech himself, too busy gazing at you sitting at the top table with your family, laughing with your siblings, El, Will and Jonathan. He hadn’t seen you all day as you were too busy doing bridesmaid duties, making sure everything was perfect for the ceremony but when you walked up the aisle following closely behind El, holding your bouquet of flowers, smelling of lavender, he swore his heart stopped when you looked his way and smiled at him. You were breathtaking, literally and figuratively, the girl of his dreams. Eddie had teased his friend for how red his cheeks had gotten, knowing that the former King of Hawkins was head over heels for you and that you felt the same about Steve. Chrissy had intervened, telling her boyfriend to lay off with the teasing but she too secretly wondered why Steve didn’t just tell you how he felt.

It’s not that Steve didn’t want to tell you, he’d almost told you twice before on the brink of death. The first time being when you were stuck in the Russian base under the Starcourt mall, the second time being when you were all preparing to battle Vecna for the final time. But he’d made a promise to your Dad two years prior, after that night in the Junkyard when you first became friends that friendship was all it was ever going to be between you. Steve didn’t blame Hopper for wanting better for his daughter, didn’t blame Jim for thinking he was exactly like his Dad back then. But he wished the Chief of Hawkins could see him for who he was now and not the asshole he was four years ago.

After dinner was done and all the pictures had been taken, you took yourself out to the garden with a glass of champagne in hand, glancing at Steve before you made your escape outside. He looked so handsome in his tux, the tux you’d helped him pick out several weeks ago when he asked you to go shopping with him. You hadn’t spoken to him all day, having been avoiding him like the plague for the better part of a week when he mentioned that he was planning to bring a date to the wedding. You had tried your best to not let it bother you, the thought of Steve with some pretty girl on his arm while you were all alone and you’d be lying if you said you weren't just a tiny bit relieved when he'd shown up by himself.

You knew your Father had spoken to Steve about you, warned him against asking you out on several occasions and even though you were angry that Steve obeyed him, it kind of made you love him even more, because the Steve you'd known in High School wouldn't have been so respectful. Sometimes, late at night when you couldn’t sleep, you wished he’d climb through your bedroom window so you both could give in to your feelings just one time.

As Joyce danced with her new Husband, she couldn't help but frown at Steve who was standing talking to Murray at the bar. He'd left his table to get another drink after the meal, not wanting to be surrounded by all the happy couples while he not so secretly pinned for you. Joyce had always liked Steve, saw the goodness in him that her Husband couldn't and she knew how the both of you felt about each other. It was pretty obvious to everyone.

"Hop, are you ever going to give that poor kid a break?" She asks as Hopper let out a heavy sigh, knowing exactly who she was referring to.

"Joyce, please not tonight, it's our wedding for Christ sakes." He begs as his new wife nodded in agreement. It wasn't the first time they'd discussed this matter.

"Exactly! It's a day full of love and happiness and your daughter is out there miserable and alone because she's terrified to talk to the boy she's crazy about in case she upsets you!" She huffs, frustrated at the Chief's stubbornness.

"Oh come on, I'm not that bad!" He defends as Joyce rolls her eyes. "What about the crap you pulled on Mike when he and El got together? The kid thought you were going to murder him Jim.”

"But I didn't! See, he's alive and well, having a great time!" Jim points to his younger daughter and her boyfriend dancing with their friends.

"And what about Steve, huh? When are you going to admit that you were wrong about him?" The bride asks, raising her brows.

"Joyce...."

"Jim Hopper, that boy has helped save our children's lives more times than I care to count. He would do anything for that girl, he’s shown it time and time again. You know he’s nothing like his Dad. They love each other, Jim. So quit being a god damn pain in the ass and go talk to him, please?" Joyce begs, giving her Husband a small, hopeful smile as he closes his eyes and sighs heavily.

"Alright."

Steve is nursing a glass of champagne, trying to block out Murray's ramblings when he see's Hopper approaching him at the bar. Jim lets out a small cough, before giving Murray a nod to give them a minute alone and Steve nervously waits for Jim to speak.

"Oh shit, what'd you do?" Murray mutters to Steve before downing his glass of whiskey, giving him a hopeful pat on the back before going to talk to the new Mrs. Hopper.

Jim leans back against the bar, fixing his suit jacket as he tries to think about what to say the boy beside him. He knows he should apologise for being an asshole to him but it's his wedding day and he wasn't apologising to anyone. Not today at least.

"Harrington, why is my daughter out there by herself?" He asks, pointing to you, still strolling through the garden alone.

"I uh, I don't know Sir, I haven't talked to her all day." Steve replies, wondering if this was some kind of trick.

"Well, maybe you should be a gentleman and go keep her company, huh?" The Chief suggests and Steve is really suspicious now.

"I'm sorry, I can't tell if you're being serious or not?" Steve questions honestly, not trying to offend your Dad in any way.

"When am I not serious about anything that has to do with my daughters?" He asks, looking straight at Steve. "Never, sir." He answers.

There's silence for a moment as the two most important men in your life pause to look at you. You look back at them, astounded that they seem to be having a conversation without your father looking like he was going to kill Steve.

"Do you love my daughter, Steve?" Jim asks, both of them still watching you in the distance. Hopper already knows the answer, he’s known it for quite sometime. He saw how Steve protected you during the battle in Starcourt, heard about how he looked after you and El when everyone thought he was dead. He’d have to thank him for that one day but not now. This was hard enough.

Steve didn’t have to think twice before answering the question, even if it meant getting choked out or knocked out by Jim Hopper.

"More than anything." Steve admits, smiling brightly as his heart swells with adoration for you. Hopper nods then, placing an approving hand on Steve's shoulder.

"Then go make her happy." He says, giving the boy the smallest of smiles as Steve makes his way towards the garden.

"Hey, Harrington!" Jim yells, as Steve looks back at him, hoping it wasn't really a trick all this time. "You're a good kid." He admits, as the boy nods an appreciative thank you, finally making his way out to you.

Joyce smiles at Steve as she walks towards her Husband, wrapping her arms around him tightly, before kissing him. "You're a good man, Jim Hopper."

Steve can hear his heart beating out of his chest as he approaches you. The moonlit sky making your skin glow as you look up at the twinkling stars above. Your hair which had been in an up-style all day was now hanging below your shoulders and Steve thought you had never looked more beautiful than right now.

"Hey stranger, I haven't seen you in a while." You smile, turning to greet him, embracing him in a warm hug.

"I know, I haven't seen you in a few days. I missed you, Hopper." He admits, as you smile again, blushing. "I missed you too, Harrington."

The song inside changes to Take My Breath Away by Berlin and Steve knows it's one of your favourites, he bought you the album for your birthday and it's still the most played tape in your car. You both watch as everyone begins to fill the dance floor back inside the lake house and Steve swallows hard before extending his hand to you.

"Will you dance with me, out here?" He asks as you nod your head, happily reaching for his hand as he pulls you in closer to him. You nervously wrap an arm around Steve's broad shoulders, inhaling his cologne and shampoo all at once. He always smelled so good. He places his other hand gently on the small of your back, intertwining your fingers together as you begin to dance slowly to the music playing inside. There was silence for a few moments before Steve cleared his throat to speak again.

"You know, I really could’ve used you at our table earlier. Nancy ditched us to sit with Jonathan the minute the speeches were over, so I got stuck with all the loved up couples, it was totally awful.” He jokes, referring to Eddie, Chrissy, Robin and Vickie.

"I thought you were going to bring a date?" You question, trying to hide the jealousy in your voice when you ask.

"Oh yeah, I was thinking about asking someone but I didn't in the end." He frowns and you bite your lip, wanting to know more.

"Why not?"

"Cause her Dad would've kicked my ass." He replies, as you let out a small giggle. Stomach filling with butterflies as he gazes at you.

“That’s too bad, I have a feeling she would’ve said yes.” You whisper in his ear, leaning your head on his shoulder as he mumbles “The ass kicking would’ve been worth it.”

"I saw him talking to you, thought you were a goner for sure." You tease as Steve shakes his head.

"I knew I'd be ok, too many witnesses around." He jokes, as you both laugh.

"I'd have come to your rescue eventually, if i thought it looked like you were in trouble, you know?" You admit and he nods his head gratefully.

"I know, honey." Honey. Was he trying to kill you?

"Seriously though, he didn't upset you, did he?" You ask as you continue to dance to the music.

"No actually, the total opposite." Steve smirks as you scrunch your nose.

"What do you mean?"

"He asked me why you were out here alone, told me to come and keep you company." He revealed as your eyes widened in surprise.

“Really?”

"I know, I was shocked too but I think Joyce said something to him because she was giving him the death stare the whole time he was talking to me." Steve chuckles and you remind yourself to thank your Stepmom later.

"He asked me something else too." Steve states, swinging you around.

"Oh god, what was it?" You ask, still spinning.

"He wanted to know if I was in love with his daughter." He says, as you fall back in to him in shock, placing your hands on his chest as he wraps his arms around your waist. You feel sick with excitement, like a kid at Christmas about to unwrap her presents under the tree.

“And…what did you tell him?”

“That I do, more than I’ve ever loved anybody.” Steve admits as your eyes begin to water. “I love you too.” You reveal, trying to hold back your tears as Steve cups your face gently, placing his forehead lightly against yours.

“You look so beautiful, honey. Christ, I could just marry you right now.”

“Careful Harrington, a few more compliments like that and I might just have to kiss you.” You whisper, wrapping your arms around his neck as he hovers his lips over yours.

“Yeah, I’m sort of counting on it.” Steve says, finally crashing his lips with yours.

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington #steve stranger things #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington smut #king steve #steve the hair harrington #stranger things #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington stranger things #steve harrington one shot #steve harrington fluff #joe keery

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waywardrose · 4 months

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THROUGH A GLASS DARKLY 28

stranger things

eddie munson x reader

rated e

spotify playlist

for @punk-in-docs

fem/witch/goth!reader, sweetheart!eddie, magic, slow burn (for me), friends to lovers, angst with a happy ending, no y/n only pet names, series-typical horror, period-typical sexism and homophobia, historical inaccuracies and anachronisms, drug dealing and use, smoking, alcohol use, masturbation, mutual masturbation, fantasizing, one-bed trope, making out, fingering, dirty talk, chasing, oral sex, handjobs, condoms, piv sex, reader’s father is a dirtbag, mild spanking, magical violation, mental torture, body horror, blood, aftercare, nightmares, strict parenting, panic attack, past child abuse and abandonment, semi-public sex, break-ups, running away, guns, fist fighting, everyone survives, suicide ideation, fighting and making up

Eddie would have to wait until his lunch break to see this new, hot, weird chick. He wondered which flavor of weird she was. Art weird? Theater weird? Band weird? Weird weird? He shrugged. He liked weird. In other words, you’re the new girl in town, and Eddie is intrigued.

note: This is it, my dudes! The final chapter. No epilogue, because I don't think this story needs it. Thank you for all your comments, likes, and reblogs! Your support has kept me going. I'll post a masterlist directly.

Today’s volunteers had been abuzz with the news of Chief Jim Hopper’s miraculous return from the dead. The story was he’d uncovered a terrorist plot and worked with the government to thwart the radicals. Starcourt Mall had been the unfortunate backdrop of the confrontation.

It was also unfortunate a surviving radical had recognized Hopper. Since Hopper had been in danger, he’d been put in a protection program until the threat had been eliminated.

Rumor had it he’d been involved in defeating the rest of these radicals, who had something to do with Hawkins National Laboratory.

You didn’t bother to point out the specific government agency had been conveniently omitted. Same with the terrorist organization. Over sandwiches in the courtyard, Steve said Hawkins Lab had been closed for over a year when Starcourt’s fire occurred.

Nevertheless, while there had been casualties at Starcourt, they’d been few. Everyone considered Hopper a local hero.

A few volunteers discussed Eddie, too. They felt sorry for him and insisted they’d never believed those ugly rumors. Eddie was an orphan who’d been taken in by his uncle Wayne. Wasn’t that sad? Why, they’d known Wayne Munson for years! Wayne was an upright person. A veteran, too. There was no way he would’ve tolerated Devil-worship under his roof.

Those horrible classmates — bullies, really — must’ve targeted Eddie because he was different. Being different wasn’t a crime! Besides, Eddie had never hurt anyone. He performed at The Hideout with his little band all the time. One volunteer knew The Hideout’s owner, Cliff, who said Eddie was a good, if weird, kid.

You’d nodded and hummed in agreement while sorting donated home goods. There was no point in calling them hypocrites. Perhaps some of them weren’t. You wished you’d gone to that town hall meeting with your parents. Then you’d be able to pick out the liars.

On the way home in Steve’s car, Robin turned in the front seat to face you.

“You know, people want to be on the winning side. They like to think of themselves as smart enough to know who’s telling the truth.”

“But they were blinded by fear,” you said in agreement. “And looking for someone to blame.”

Steve said, “Like the pilgrims burning all the witches in Salem.”

You and Robin shared a look. He was close enough.

“Yup,” she said.

He appeared proud to have contributed to the conversation.

Robin rested her chin on her forearm.

“Eddie’s lucky you found him before anyone else.”

“Outside of the military, yeah, I guess.” You offered a bitter grin. “Who knows what they would’ve done to him if he’d survived Vecna.”

Though you don’t think he would have. Most likely, he would’ve dropped dead with the rest of the hivemind. If you hadn’t died from taking part of Vecna’s curse earlier, you might’ve shared that fate.

Steve said, “God, I’m so glad that fuckface’s dead.”

“Me too.”

“Me three,” Robin said with a grin.

Once at Steve’s, you three talked about dinner. Steve had pulled everything this morning to make a pan of baked ziti with roasted broccoli on the side. Robin made a disgusted face at the mention of a vegetable. You laughed at her scrunched nose and tongue poking out. Robin exclaimed eating broccoli was like eating green farts while Steve opened the front door.

Classical music played from the sunroom’s stereo system.

“Hey, Munson,” Steve said, projecting his voice as he tossed his keys into the bowl on the foyer table.

The music cut off, leaving a silence that felt as if you needed to pop your ears.

Robin kicked off her shoes and hung her jacket on an empty hanger in the closet. She reached for yours as Eddie jogged across the living room.

“Hey, good day?” He didn’t wait for a reply as he said to Steve, “I know this is a pain in the ass, but would you take me to my van? I want to do it before it gets dark. It’s on Coal Mill.”

“Dude, I gotta start dinner.”

Robin held up her hands when Eddie looked at her.

“No license. And the last time I tried to cook in that kitchen, I almost set everything on fire.”

Steve smirked.

“It wasn’t that bad.”

“Yeah? Tell that to your smoke detector that wouldn’t shut up for fifteen minutes.”

You snorted to hide the pang at being Eddie’s last choice and shrugged your jacket back onto your shoulders.

“I guess that leaves me.”

With a pat to your pockets, confirming you had your wallet and keys, you left the house. Eddie bumbled out the front door a minute later, swinging on a navy sport coat that was a size too big. It clashed with his green track pants and untied blue sneakers.

You kept your comments to yourself as you unlocked your car and got behind the wheel. Eddie sat in the passenger seat as you started the engine. The stereo came to life. The Sisters of Mercy simmered through the speakers. You hit the power button, cutting them off.

Sounding amused, Eddie said, “I haven’t heard that in a while.”

“I was in the mood for them the other day.”

“You can turn it back on, if you want.”

“No, it’s fine.” You shifted the car into Drive. “How do I get to Coal Mill?”

“Uh, take a left. We’ll go the back way.”

You nodded and pulled onto the street. He tied his sneakers. At the first intersection, he directed you to go left. The evening sun’s golden light flickered between the trees. This far from the nexus, the woods appeared unaffected by the poisonous ash. You mentioned it. Eddie asked how downtown was faring.

You lifted a shoulder.

“It’s like a war zone and a natural disaster had a horrible, mangled baby.”

He laughed. “Vivid.”

“There’re construction crews all over, and the school gets dusty overnight. We have to cover everything with sheets before we leave. People sleep with masks on.”

“What a nightmare.”

You nodded as you passed the turnoff to Sattler’s Quarry.

After that, the road narrowed and twisted. Eddie navigated you through more intersections and over train tracks. You passed farmhouses with fields of growing corn and pastures for cattle. He had you take a road into the woods where squat houses sat close together.

The road dead-ended with Coal Mill Road T-ing into it. Behind the houses, sunlight reflected off rippling water. He advised you to park in the gravel at the side of the road; his van wasn’t far. You found a wide, flat section and stopped the car. The peaceful neighborhood didn’t seem the place to stash a van.

You then recognized the house reflected in the rearview mirror as the one from the broadcast identifying Eddie as a suspect. That had been a shitty day. Even for you.

Eddie opened the passenger door. You blinked out of the memory, unlatched your seatbelt, and got out of the car. He was quiet as you came to his side. His grim face had you reaching for his hand.

He stiffened at the touch.

You recoiled and looked away. Rather than the quiet hurt you expected, though you were hurt, this white-hot feeling spread through you. Your jaw locked and vision narrowed. Each inhale became deliberate. You wanted to claw at his pretty face.

“Okay, what the hell is your problem?”

That pretty face became dismissive, and he stepped onto the road towards the woods.

Over his shoulder, he asked, “What do you mean, what’s my problem?”

“You’re…” You struggled to find a word as you followed, but the only one came. “Skittish. I don’t know.”

“I’m not skittish.”

A few yards down from your car, he separated two shrubs to reveal parallel tire ruts in the grass.

“You are!” You waved a hand at his back. “You are. You won’t sit next to me. You won’t touch me. Not that I expect you to be all over me, but you don’t reach for me.”

He stepped between the shrubs and held one back for you.

“I—”

“I take your hand, you flinch.” You tramped into the underbrush and onto a rut. “I sit next to you, you make sure there’s plenty of space between us. I make a move, and it’s always wrong.”

“You’re not doing anything wrong,” he said, letting the shrub go.

“Really?”

He went to the other rut. You stopped to glare at him.

Did he not see the irony of maintaining four feet of distance?

“Really?”

“I…” He frowned, though he continued walking. “I don’t want to crowd you.”

“Eddie, you’ve had your dick in me.” You resumed walking. “And I’ve never pushed you away.”

In fact, you had only pushed him away when he’d been under Vecna’s control. When it was just the two of you, the thought never crossed your mind.

He sighed.

“I’ve needed space.”

“Then tell me that. I don’t want you to feel pressured.” That heat inside you vanished. “You’re not obligated to… to do anything.”

“No, it’s not that.” He stopped and glanced at you. “I haven’t felt like myself since…”

“Yeah.”

“No, not like— It’s like…” He sighed again, his face twisting up. “There’s this emptiness.”

What could you say to that? You wouldn’t diminish his experience by saying plenty of people felt that. His was different. It wasn’t anything one could ignore or fill. You remembered dissolving into silence, and how it had swallowed everything.

You said softly, “Like a hunger.”

He met your gaze. In the sepia light and dusty shade, his brown eyes appeared darker and more vulnerable than you’d ever seen them.

“I don’t want it to touch you.”

You shook your head.

“It’s not a stranger.”

He looked away, into the trees, chin quivering. The tip of his nose turned pink. You wanted to kiss it, kiss him, make it better somehow. You took a hesitant half-step to take his hand, at least, but he walked farther into the woods.

With a deep breath, you followed a couple paces behind. The ruts curved around a dead pine and disappeared behind a thicket. Eddie knelt at the far side of the pine to dig into the rust-colored needles. An old camouflage net covered his boxy van from roof to tires.

You pushed up your sleeves while circling the van.

As you came around, he said, “Look, I know you’re too smart to believe the shit Vecna said.” He pulled something from the needles. “But I want… I want you to hear it from me—”

“Eddie.” You shook your head again. “That’s—”

“No, let me get this out. Every shitty thing he said — I said — was a lie.” The metallic jingle of keys punctuated his statement. “I don’t believe any of it. I never thought it.”

While you didn’t doubt Eddie, there was a part of you that wondered if Vecna was right. You were privileged. Your parents could afford to send you to any college. They’d even set up a savings account for you. You didn’t have to worry about a part-time job. You had a car. You’d been protected from the banal cruelty in the world. You’d taken so much for granted over the years. On top of that, you were a witch.

He straightened and looked at you.

“I don’t know how to prove it. All I got is my word.”

“No, no, I believe you,” you said, holding up your hands.

“I don’t know how I’ll ever repay you.”

“What?”

“You saved me, sweetheart.” A corner of his mouth quirked. “Kinda feels like a blood debt.”

You grinned.

“Is that a real thing?”

“I don’t know. You tell me.”

“I don’t know, but, Eddie…” You drew closer to him. “You owe me nothing. You’ll never owe me.”

The keys rattled in his hand. His gaze darted away.

You continued, “I know what I did spooked you, but I did it because I love you. And it’s okay if you don’t…”

You couldn’t finish the sentence. It was hard to breathe or think or control the swelling sob in your chest. A tear rolled down your cheek, and you swiped it away.

Eddie’s head tilted in sympathy, lips thinning. He stepped near and offered his empty hand. It was the first time he’d done that in days.

Your vision prismed with fresh tears as you grasped his hand. The callused pads of his fingers scuffed against your skin. Your sob transformed into a long exhale.

“Vecna took you from me,” you said, and sniffed back the wet clog in your nose and wiped at your eyes. “I did it because you’re mine. Because he hurt us — hurt me.” You barked a laugh. “Now that I say it out loud, I hear how fucking selfish I am.”

You met his red-rimmed eyes. He shook his head like he couldn’t accept you were selfish. Regardless of his belief, you were, but you’d try not to be with him.

You whispered, “Even if we don’t stay together, you’ll never owe me. You’ll always be special to me.”

He tugged you near and put your palm on his sternum with his hand covering yours. His chest rose and fell because he’d pushed Vecna out, because you’d brought him back. That was something you’d never regret.

His voice was a hoarse whisper as he said, “I love you too, and you didn’t spook me. Don’t… don’t hide from me.”

As gently as you could, you said, “I’m not the one who’s been hiding.”

He stared at your stacked hands.

“Jesus Christ, I’ve been fucking up so goddamn bad.” He shook his head, his hair obscuring part of his face. “I hadn’t protected you. God, I actually hurt you. I can’t give you what you deserve. I can’t even fucking graduate.”

If his last statement was an obstacle, you would’ve tripped over it.

He couldn’t graduate? That made no sense. Nothing was official yet, of course, but Dr. Owens hadn’t balked at the party’s insistence of all the seniors graduating. Had no one told him? Hadn’t it been mentioned in conversation?

“Wait,” you said, trying to remember if anyone had brought it up.

He watched you from under his bangs, eyes so fawn-like, a little furrow between his brows.

You said, “I thought Steve told you about the party’s demands.”

He angled his head.

“No…?”

“One was all the seniors graduating, regardless of standing.” You took hold of his coat’s lapel. “What did you have in O’Donnell’s?”

“A low D.”

“D’s passing.” You grinned. “You’re graduating, anyway, but you passed her class. That’s all you needed, right?”

His eyes went wide and lips parted as he nodded. You glanced at his full bottom lip while scraping your own between your teeth. You hadn’t kissed him in ages.

You stepped closer and slid your hand from his lapel.

“Congratulations,” you said before rising and pressing your lips to his.

He gasped. His lips dragged against yours. Then he jolted, pulling away.

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Why would you hurt me?”

His gaze slithered from your lips to your neck to the neckline of your shirt in an invisible touch.

“What if I lose control?”

You studied his worried face in the dimming light.

“Is it the emptiness?” you asked.

He nodded, casting his gaze to the side.

You remembered how predatory Eddie had looked with the MP’s blood on his chin. That hadn’t been Eddie. Not entirely. That had been the hivemind of bloodthirsty carnivores.

“Is it…” You didn’t know how to be tactful with this. “Do you want my blood?”

His tongue worked in his mouth, licking his canine, before he said, “I don’t know.”

You cradled his jaw over the scar and eased his head forward. His focus remained to the side.

“Please, look at me.”

His irises swung to meet yours. A flicker of sunlight illuminated them cinnamon sweet. His dark lashes fluttered as he blinked.

“I know you don’t want to hurt me,” you said. “But if you want to try—”

His posture went rigid as he shook his head. His hand pressed yours tighter to his chest.

“No.”

You pressed on.

“If you want to try my blood, I’ll let you.” You grazed the corner of his mouth with your thumb. “I’m not scared.”

He closed his eyes, mouth pinching and brows furrowing.

“Honey, don’t be scared.” You stroked his cheek to his clenched jaw. “It’s just me and you here.”

“Yeah, it’s just me and you.”

You sighed.

“What, you think you can kill me? You think I’d let you? You think I don’t know my limits?”

He opened his eyes, which blazed with anger and frustration and panic.

“What if I don’t know mine anymore, huh?”

Gritting your teeth, you said, “Then we’ll discover them together.”

With your hand on his chest, you pushed him towards the van. He bumbled backwards, dropping the keys. His back collided with a dull clunk. You slid your hand from his chest to the van, boxing him in, and pressed your front along his.

“Fucking trust me.”

“I do.”

“Do you want me to kiss you?”

He nodded, throat bobbing with a swallow.

“Are you sure?”

Again, he nodded.

You closed the distance with a hand on his nape. He angled his head, lips moving counter to yours. The kiss stole your breath and thought. You ravaged, biting his bottom lip. His hands cupped your ass and drew you against him. He plundered, groaning as your tongues slid over each other.

Teeth scraped your lip, yet it didn’t frighten you. Let them break skin. You didn’t care.

Trembling hands snuck under your shirt. He pulled at your waist, making your back arch. You mewled into the kiss and plunged your fingers into his messy hair. His tentative palms skimmed up your back.

You shivered as your nipples pebbled.

You broke the kiss to whisper, “Touch me. It’s okay. I trust you.”

His eyes gleamed as he drew his swollen bottom lip between his teeth. He spread his feet and maneuvered you between his knees. The firm mound of his erection pressed into your belly. He trailed his hands down to your ass. His fingers met at the central seam of your jeans.

“You’re so hot here.”

“Because of you.”

He caught your lips in another kiss. You gripped his hair as the woods went fuzzy. His hands, more confident, skated up your ass, under your shirt, and up your sides. Cool air swept over your skin. You inhaled as he found the band of your unsexy bra. The earlier work at the school hardly warranted anything fancy.

Eddie didn’t seem to mind. A hungry noise came from his chest as he fondled the underside of your breasts through the bra. He sucked on your bottom lip, and the sensation flowed through you like water. Your nipples tightened further. Your cunt clenched.

“God, you’re so soft.”

You caressed the warm skin at his nape, saying, “I’ve missed you.”

Without waiting for a response, you kissed him. His fingers dragged across your breasts until he pinched your nipples between his thumbs and sides of his palms.

You gasped at the wicked frisson, angled your face up to catch your breath, and writhed. You pressed your hips to his, the thick seam of your jeans rasped between your legs. He rocked his erection against you. New heat zinged down to your toes.

Voice husky, he said, “Fuck, I missed you, too.”

He kissed the side of your neck. Each kiss became more open-mouthed. His tongue moved as if he tasted more than your skin. He pulled his sharp teeth across the big tendon in your neck, like he was teasing you both. The threat of a bite had your heart beating double-time and eyes rolling back.

He pinched your nipples harder, making your lower body squirm from the ache. You kept your chest and neck still as you waited to feel what he’d do. He groaned and mouthed his way to the artery under your jaw. He sucked hard at the skin there, mouth scalding. You gasped at the delicious pain.

“Jesus,” he said between pants against the sore spot.

As his saliva cooled on your skin, you swooped down to kiss him once more. His tongue slid over yours as his hands left your breasts. You held his head in place by the hair, losing yourself to the decadent back and forth.

He folded his arms around you when you held his smooth cheek. There was no panic here. There were no monsters. It was only you and him, sharing breath and touch.

“How do you feel?” you asked.

“Good.”

You stroked his cheekbone.

“That’s all that matters.”

“I didn’t… freak you out there?”

“By giving me a hickey?” You smiled with a chuckle. “No.” You brushed your lips against his. “I like wearing your mark.”

His cheeks pinked further. He made a happy sound and buried his face in your neck once more.

“Gonna give me another one, baby?”

Muffled against your skin, he said, “I might.”

Tightening your hold in his hair, you pulled his head back. He looked at you with hazy eyes. His red lips parted, breaths shallow.

“Gorgeous,” you said.

His gaze drifted to the side. He wanted to shy away, but you wouldn’t have it.

“You act like I haven’t seen you, but I have.” You traced the scar on his jaw. “And nothing’s changed for me.”

He met your eyes, his own bright with conviction.

“Me neither, I swear, milady.”

You smiled at the endearment you hadn’t heard in too long.

“Then no more hot-and-cold, good sir.”

He nodded as much as he could.

“I’m with you.”

“No half-assed crap, either. I mean it, Eddie,” you said, relinquishing your grip on his hair and lacing your fingers behind his neck.

His spine straightened as if coming to attention.

“Whole-ass-ing it from here on out.”

“Good, I like your ass.”

“I like yours, too.”

His eyes lit with mischief, reminding you of the Eddie you’d first met. The one who quoted the Scorpions during roll call, who always answered the phone, who howled during concerts.

A hand gripped the underside of your ass-cheek and gave it a squeeze. It put to mind him holding you against the cold wall behind The Hideout and fucking you with hungry desperation. You wanted that with him.

“Wanna go home and prove it?” you asked with a quirk of an eyebrow.

He gave you a toothy grin.

“Absolutely.”

He didn’t release you, nor you him, despite the blue of the sky having faded to ginger and blushing violet. Rose-gold sunlight graced the tree tops. Once gentle shadows were now hard-edged and inky.

You liked the heat radiating from under his thin t-shirt and all the evidence he was alive. He’d survived. You had as well. He must’ve had a similar idea, because he surveyed you with loving eyes.

You swayed.

“Let’s go, Muffin Man.”

He groaned and let his head flop back.

“I swear to God, that’s adorable when we were high, but you cannot say that in front of our friends.”

“Not even—”

His head shot up.

“No.”

“You didn’t let me finish,” you said with an exaggerated pout.

“Oh, well, please continue, sweet lady.”

“I was going to say, not even—” You imitated his dramatics as you said, “The Muffin of Demonic Charm!?”

He laughed. “I only like the ‘muff’ part of that.”

You backed away with a giggle, sticking out your tongue. His hands went to the sides of his head, pointer fingers out, and stuck his tongue out at you.

You said, “You won’t get any part of that out here.”

He fluttered the tip of his tongue.

“Tempting, but no.”

He spread the sport coat and posed like a centerfold to entice, hip canting to the side and his chest arched.

“Oh, if only I had a camera, baby.” You found the forgotten keys amongst the pine needles and dead leaves. “You’d make Goodwill a lot of money in their annual calendar,” you said and tossed the keys at him.

He straightened to catch them, juggling them to his chest.

“I’ll have you know—” He swept his empty hand down his body. “—all of this is House of Harrington.”

“How chic.”

“Very exclusive.” He pointed to the corner of the van for you to help gather the netting. “Not just anyone can say they’ve worn Steve Harrington’s tighty whities.”

You laughed and lifted the corner of the netting.

Together, you uncovered the van. Eddie gathered the netting and kicked it under the thicket before going to the passenger door to open it for you.

“I’ll drop you off at your car.”

You thanked him and climbed into the stuffy van. The scent of old smoke, warmed plastic, and upholstery seasoned with boy invaded your nose. You rolled the window down halfway after he closed the door.

With a glance at the vacant back, you thought of Corroded Coffin’s equipment there. You’d seen little of Jeff, Gareth, or Dougie at school. You hadn’t asked Eddie if they still played at The Hideout. You hadn’t asked him about a lot of things. There was so much you’d missed since New Year’s.

Eddie opened the driver-side door and hopped in. He made a face, then rolled down his window.

He turned all the air-system controls off, saying, “Cross your fingers she’ll cooperate.”

He shoved the key in the ignition and turned it. The engine sputtered and whined and chugged until something aligned, and it roared to life. He drummed his fingers on the steering wheel, throwing you a laugh.

You smiled back and fastened your seatbelt.

He shifted into Reverse and maneuvered away from the thicket. The tires spun in the layer of pine needles and budding grass before finding traction. The van lurched forward. You hung onto the seatbelt and prayed the van wouldn’t get stuck. It was too old for off-roading. He steered onto the ruts, tires kicking up dirt as they bit into the earth.

Your prayers were unnecessary or maybe something out there listened to you, because a minute later the van was on the pavement and next to your car.

“Your noble steed, milady.”

With a smirk, you said, “I thought that was you, stud.”

He leaned in, eyes sparking.

“I’m at your beck and call.”

You bent close enough to feel his breath on your lips.

“Get me home, sir, and I’ll show my appreciation for your fealty.”

His eyes darted to your lips.

“I can do that.”

Tilting your head as if to kiss him, you said, “I know you can,” and moved away to unfasten your seatbelt.

His head drooped.

He looked at you when you opened the door, expression amused.

You said, “Don’t go too fast, honey, wouldn’t want to get pulled over.”

“Depends on who’s doing the pulling over, sweetheart.”

You smiled, shaking your head at the cheesy line, and left the van. His attention stayed on you as you crossed to your car, like fingers trailing down your spine.

Once in the car, you made a U-turn and followed him to Steve’s. Eddie was something of a lead-foot, but you could keep up easily. He parked in front of the garage at Steve’s. You stopped next to him and locked up.

He met you at your trunk and offered his elbow.

“Not too fast for you?”

You snaked your arm around his bicep.

“I’m here, aren’t I?”

He hummed in agreement as he walked with you to the front door.

“Um, I know this is out of left field,” you said, “but I thought about the rest of the band. I hadn’t seen them at school, except in the hallways sometimes. Like, I don’t share any classes with Jeff or Dougie.”

“Last time I saw them was during the last Hellfire meeting.”

“Maybe you should call them? Now that your name’s cleared, it’s safe for all of you.”

“I don’t know…”

“They’re probably worried about you.” You squeezed his arm. “And unlike me, they can’t use magic to track down your ass.”

He bobbed his head once.

“I’ll call them tomorrow.”

“Good.”

You stopped him before he could make his way to the front door. He turned to you, gaze searching.

The blue hour painted him in shades of purple. Warm light from the porch sconces and nearby kitchen window caught in the waves of his hair. He was a fallen angel, halo stripped yet seraphic nature undeniable.

That felt like a line from someone more imaginative. You were no poet, though you wished you were.

Softly, he asked, “What is it?”

You shook off the thought and grinned.

“Nothing, I just… I just like you like this.”

He glanced at himself before giving you a wry look.

“In borrowed clothes with dirty hands?”

“No, butthead.” You jostled him by the arm. “I like you here — with me.”

That wry look disappeared. His eyes rounded, earnest and affectionate. He drew you in with a gentle hand on your nape and kissed you. His lips were tender on yours in silent relief, as though you’d surprised him. While he’d withdrawn after Vecna’s defeat, and you’d been uncertain about a future with him, you still loved him. That had never changed.

You threw yourself into the kiss, wrapping an arm around his shoulder. Blood rushed through your veins. Your cheeks burned as the kiss deepened. His other hand clutched your hip to guide you against him.

It was easy to lose yourself with him. It was easy to love him, and he made it easy to let yourself be loved.

He cradled the back of your head like you were priceless. He held you like he couldn’t get close enough. The mark on your neck was a brand of sweet possession.

At an inevitable pause, you said, “Let’s go inside.”

“I can’t sit through dinner.” With a small shake of his head, he said, “I can’t wait.”

“Then we won’t. We’ll go straight to your room.”

“What about…?” He gave you a meaningful look. “Condoms?”

“I got it covered.”

“Sounds like I’ll be saying that later.”

You laughed, playfully shoving at his shoulder. He looked pleased with himself and trotted to the front door. Hand on the doorknob, he glanced back to make sure you were behind him.

You whispered, “Wait,” and drew energy up your body. It had been so long since you’d obfuscated your presence to sneak around, you’d nearly forgotten it as an option. You laced your fingers with Eddie’s, including him in the silent bubble you created.

“Keep close and avoid making too much noise.”

He nodded before easing the door open.

A top-40s station played on the radio in the sunroom. Robin and Steve’s voices floated from the kitchen. They remained out of sight even after you gently shut the door.

You directed Eddie to the stairs and remained a tread behind him as you both climbed. Once on the second floor, you ushered him to his room. He left the door ajar and lights off. You padded to your room, pocketed the couple of condom packets you’d stolen days ago from Steve’s nightstand, and slunk to Eddie’s room.

He sat at the head of the bed, blanket hiding his lower half with his t-shirt covering the upper. You closed the door and locked it. By the meager light coming through the window, you found the nearest lamp and clicked it on.

“You okay?” you asked.

“Yeah, sure, fine, why?”

The sport coat and track pants draped across the armchair. The sneakers and socks lay jumbled by the bathroom door.

“Just asking.”

You crossed the room and set the condom packets on the nightstand at Eddie’s side. He remained motionless, hands hidden in the rumpled sheets. You perched at the edge of the bed while he stared at the condoms.

Something was off. He should be flirting or reaching for you. What had happened between kissing you, saying he couldn’t wait to be with you, and now? Most guys would be naked and panting like a dog for sex.

With a minute shrug, you said, “If you don’t want to…”

“No! No, I do. Trust me, I do.”

“But…?”

He exhaled.

“I don’t… You should know, I don’t look the same.”

“I’ve seen you in only a towel. I’m aware of what you look like.”

“That’s not up close and personal.”

“You think I’m going to run screaming from some scars?”

He said, “Look, baby, I’m a horror show under this,” and plucked at the t-shirt.

You let out an exasperated sound. “Are you trying to push me away? Again?”

“No—”

“Do you not want me?”

“Oh my god, I want you.” He scooted to you and cupped your face. “I’ve wanted you for weeks. Months!”

“Well, me too!” You held one of his wrists. “Anything you got under there is gonna work for me, okay?”

He scanned your face, gaze roaming from your eyes to your lips and back.

The protective blessing you’d placed in his handkerchief had failed you — and him. Your magic had been nothing compared to Vecna’s power. Eddie had pushed out the hivemind on his own. He was so much stronger than he gave himself credit for.

Through a constricted throat, you said, “Your blood soaked through your clothes.” Your eyes pricked with tears. “You di-died in front of me.”

Eddie leaned in, crushing your lips together. You forgot about tears and the feel of his blood thick between your fingers. He tilted your head. His lips, puffy and slick, glided across yours.

“I’m here,” he said, and kissed you again. “I’m right here.”

You kissed him in reply, letting your greed and relief guide you.

You shimmied your jacket off your shoulders. His hands went to your arms to help tug it off. You grinned into the kiss when the fabric caught on your forearms. He huffed, amused, before yanking at the sleeves. You shook your arms free and flung the jacket.

Planting a knee on the bed, you crowded him back onto the pillows. He put his hands at your waist and pulled you onto him. You straddled his hips, the linens bunching between you.

He hauled you up his body to tuck his face against your throat. He mouthed and bit at your neck, all hesitation thrown to the side. You encouraged him with a whimper and fingers gripping his hair. His soft lips left a fiery line as his hands grabbed your ass.

You arched your back. Your ribs pumped with every rapid breath.

“Wanna eat you alive,” he said. “Fuck, you taste so good.”

“Want you, too.”

Teeth scraped under your jaw, catching on the sore hickey there. You gasped, yet refused to shy away. Let him bite and draw blood. Let it hurt. You could heal yourself.

With a groan, he dug his teeth midway down your neck. The sting made your spine melt. His palms slid up your back, taking your shirt with them. Then he sucked, and you felt it between your legs.

You ground against him — as much as you could through the layers of fabric. You needed to feel his heat, taste his skin and scars. Because he was alive, and you were in his bed.

When he released your skin, sensation beyond pain, beyond heat, bloomed through your neck. It rang in your ears, fisted a groan from your lungs, stole your strength. He folded his rangy arms around you and grazed his lips over the spit-wet spot.

You closed your eyes with a hum.

He kissed you from jaw to cheek. He even kissed your chin. You curled to catch his lips in a languid kiss. It went aggressive in a handful of seconds. You couldn’t tell who set it in motion, but you’d follow it through with sucking on the tip of his tongue and biting his lip. He shivered and squirmed and held onto your waist.

You broke the kiss to leave him reeling.

“You’re mine, aren’t you?”

He nodded, eyes half-closed.

“Then let me take care of what’s mine.”

Again, he nodded.

You directed Eddie’s hands to the pillow, letting your fingertips linger on the silky insides of his forearms. His t-shirt sleeves slipped up to expose scarring on his upper arms. You pressed your lips to the delicate scar tissue.

He inhaled sharply.

You whispered, “It’s okay.”

He closed his eyes with a brief nod.

You kissed the scar on his jaw and the faint one at the side of his neck. He angled his chin to expose himself. In reward, you kissed his lips. His muscles unspooled. You brushed your thumbs over his cheekbones.

“I got you.”

“I know.”

You wiggled down his torso and sat up. Oh-so slowly, you skimmed your hands under his t-shirt to his sides. The jagged edge of a bigger patch on his torso peeked from under the t-shirt’s hem. The uneven texture of the scars didn’t feel ugly or rough. They were interesting, and you wanted to see them.

He clapped his hands over yours.

You met his uneasy gaze and waited, keeping your expression open. While you could offer platitudes or compliments, they’d ring hollow. He knew how you felt and how you viewed him. It was only a matter of time for him to gain confidence — or at least trust you.

His hold relaxed, then gradually drifted away.

You followed the taper of his torso until you held his undulating ribs. With the t-shirt bunched at his pecs, you could assess the havoc the bats had wrought. Beyond the patch on his lower torso was a line of bites and healed sutures on his left. A wedge of pink scar tissue defaced the right side of his ribs. Between the larger patches were claw and teeth marks.

You traced them with a light touch before looking at his face. His teeth dug into his lip as his gaze jumped from between your bodies to the side to your face and back again.

“So, this is the horror show you promised?” you asked with a playful look.

He frowned, mouth opening.

Before he spoke, you asked, “Can you feel my touch?”

He wet his lips and nodded.

“Yeah?”

“Then that’s all that matters.”

“You don’t—”

“No, I don’t whatever. I’m not grossed out.”

To prove your point, you bent to kiss the bite mark on his sternum. The satiny, pitted skin wasn’t disgusting. It was just skin — that smelled like him. You nudged the t-shirt higher to get at his left nipple. You teased it with your tongue, and he stilled. You pinched it between your teeth, and he arched against your lips. You soothed the tiny hurt with a kiss, and he gasped.

You inched the t-shirt higher until you propelled his arms up. He took over and snatched the t-shirt over his head. He dropped it beside the bed as you caressed his chest.

Only fragments of his demon-head and black-widow tattoos were visible around a darker scar. You followed the scar’s border with your fingers and pouted at the loss of the tattoos. Not because they were the most beautiful you’d ever seen, but because they’d been Eddie’s.

“You can have these redone.”

“Nah, I’d rather get a cover-up.”

You smiled before bending to pepper kisses on the scar.

“That’s going to be a big cover-up, honey.” You kissed your way from the scar to the dip of his throat. “Maybe I can hold your hand through it.”

He tilted his head back with a soft groan. You angled his chin to the side and sucked at the hot skin of his neck, giving him a faint hickey. You kissed your way up to his ear and sucked on the lobe.

With a near growl, he said, “God, I can’t—” and pulled you into a burning kiss.

You opened for him as he teased your tongue with his own. He kissed your hot cheeks and your forehead. His hands surged down your sides, then under your shirt. You straightened onto your knees and stripped off your shirt and bra. Your nipples puckered in the cooler air.

His hips jerked as his hands gripped your hips. He stared at your chest and licked his lips.

Instead of asking if he wanted to touch, because that seemed obvious, you bent and guided his hands to your breasts. You encouraged him to support them, squeeze them, while you watched his flushed face.

He circled your nipples with his thumbs, his touch graceful yet electrifying. A feeling like goosebumps trickled through your gut and had your thighs tensing. You curved into his caress in encouragement. Your underwear’s saturated cotton grazed your pussy, and you wished it was his cock.

Eddie held your ribs and rose to bury his face between your breasts. He mouthed at the valley between them and kissed the beginning swells. You held the back of his head. He sucked at one nipple, then the other. That goosebump feeling intensified until you were a quivering mess.

He undid your jeans, and your eyes popped open. He looked at you through his pretty lashes. There was a voracity in his dark gaze that said only you could slake his need — and you wanted to be the only one to do it, too.

“This okay?” he asked.

You nodded.

“Y-yeah.”

With no hesitation, his hand slithered between your stomach and underwear. It burned a line down the curve of your belly through your pubic hair. His middle and ring fingers glided between your wet folds. You gripped his shoulders, hard muscle moved under his skin.

The first long stroke to your clit had your nails digging into his skin and sucking air between your teeth. You couldn’t stop the tiny sound you made. He nibbled at your collarbone, teeth scraped your skin. You leaned your weight against him as your watery legs trembled. His free arm held you upright by the waist.

Rather than circle your clit, he kept stroking. The first wash of pleasure fueled you to move your hips counter to his fingers. His calluses pulled at the hood of your clit, then drove it down. He pressed harder, sparking a sensation deeper than your clit.

Your focus narrowed to your rising orgasm and the thought of his cock pumping deep inside your juicy cunt. You wanted to feel his strong hands restraining you, his sweat-slick skin on yours, and his lush mouth between your legs.

An animalistic keen left your throat at the jumble of images. Your heart hammered in your ears. You rode that knife-edge of climax. It was right there.

“C’mon, baby, fuck those fingers.”

You moaned, doing as he ordered, until ecstasy forced its way through you — so hard, so deep. The internal throb of it stole your strength as it went on and on. You crumbled, putting more of your weight on him. He held you without protest.

“Can feel it,” he said, petting your oversensitive clit.

You writhed in his arms and begged for something you couldn’t put words to. He kissed your throat as he lay still pressure on your clit. Your cunt pulsed strong enough that your hips moved of their own volition.

After a moment, he pulled his hand from your underwear and brought his fingers to his mouth. You sat on his thighs to watch him suck at his wet fingers. He hummed in satisfaction. Your cunt pulsed one last time, as though it hadn’t had enough.

Maybe it hadn’t.

He met your gaze and offered his flushed lips for a kiss. You cradled the back of his head and kissed him with unexpected fervor. You tasted the tang of your own come on his tongue. He held your face, sticky fingers on your cheek, and pushed into the kiss. You sucked your flavor off his bottom lip, pulling a moan from his chest.

“Take the rest off,” he said, falling onto his back.

“You too.”

He smirked.

“Not much more to go.”

You let your eyes track from his chest to the wrinkled lump of blanket covering his groin. Despite knowing, intimately, what was underneath, getting him naked continued to be a thrill.

“Good.”

He blushed, and his smirk softened.

You climbed off him to sit at the edge of the bed. You untied your Docs and wrenched them off. Your socks followed. Eddie kicked the blanket away. While he wiggled out of his briefs, you hooked your thumbs in your underwear and jeans, rising enough from the bed to slide them down your hips and off your legs.

You pivoted on a hip to find him reaching for a condom. His eyes went wide with a question. Or like you’d caught him doing something he shouldn’t. You bent a leg on the bed and plucked a condom from the pile before he could.

“You know,” you said, holding the condom like a cigarette between your fingers. “I think I need to get on the pill.” You got on all fours. “Or get an IUD, or something.”

Sounding on tenterhooks, he asked, “Why’s that?”

You crawled between his legs. He spread his thighs to make room for you.

“So I can have you raw.”

He let out a breath, cheeks reddening further, and wrapped a hand around the base of his cock. A thick bead of precome pearled at its slit.

“Would you like that, honey?”

“Shit, you know I would.”

You gave him a playful wink before hunching to lick the tip of his cock. He groaned through a smile, squeezing his cock. You savored the salty taste of him.

You tapped at the back of his hand.

“Let go.”

“I swear, I’m gonna blow in, like, ten seconds flat.”

You sat on your calves with a self-satisfied shrug. He needed to feel as good as he’d made you feel. If that happened quickly, that was fine with you because—

“We got all night,” you said, and tore open the condom packet.

He still hadn’t released his hold.

“Eddie, honey, let go.”

“Just—” He swallowed. “Get it halfway down first.”

You pulled out the lubed condom and discarded the wrapper. He bit his lip, looking as though you were about to perform surgery on him. Keeping your touch light and at the minimum, you pinched the tip of the condom and rolled it over his shaft until it met his fingers.

He shuddered with eyes closed and a crease between his brows.

You said, “Let go.”

He exhaled and thumped his fists to the bed. You wasted no time in rolling the condom the rest of the way down. He panted and keened. His cock twitched in your hand, but you wiped your palms on the sheets before he could embarrass himself.

With a gentle shush, you caressed his hips and ran your thumbs in the shallow groove of muscle on either side. You kept at it until his breathing slowed and tense thighs relaxed.

You maneuvered your knees on either side of him and balanced yourself with a hand on his chest.

“Ready?”

When he nodded, you reached between your bodies to brace his erection. You were so ready, so wet, for this. Even the feeling of the condom didn’t turn you off. You found your hole and eased onto his thick cock, inch by slick inch.

Once you settled, you had to give yourself a moment. You sat with hands on your thighs while you adjusted to the fullness. He felt perfect and delicious. You looked at Eddie to see him watching you, bottom lip between his teeth and fingers digging into the mattress. Emotion filled his bright eyes.

You wanted to soothe him, but if you moved, it would set off a chain reaction he’d been trying to suppress.

“Don’t think.”

Through gritted teeth, he said, “Trying not to.”

If you didn’t take the initiative, he would torture himself for the rest of the evening. You rotated your pelvis. The simple movement made you gasp. It had been so long, and you were so eager for this with him. Under you, he choked on a desperate sound.

“I can’t wait to feel you without any barriers,” you said, rotating your pelvis again. “Feel you come deep inside me.”

He grabbed your hips to propel your movements.

“I’ll fill you up,” he said.

You planted your hands on his chest with a groan and rode him like he wanted you to. You rose only to sink down a second later, never letting him slip out. His hands glided up your sides. With a hum, you encouraged him to touch you — touch you anywhere, everywhere. You couldn’t get enough of his cock, of his nimble hands, of his body tight against yours.

Your need ramped to a boiling fever, some thrilling sickness. You bent to kiss him, sucking on his lip and tongue, as you rolled your hips in a frantic rhythm. Your skin slapped against his, but it wasn’t enough. You hid your face in his shoulder and whimpered when you found no relief.

His arms looped across your back, as if you’d try to escape. Like you could get away from this desire.

You stilled in time for him to roll to the side and on top of you. He pushed his cock deep. You mewled, your thighs stretched around his hips.

His gaze roved over your features.

“I’m gonna fill your sweet pussy.”

You nodded.

He said, “I’ll make you come.”

You closed your eyes as you imagined it. Hands all over you, gripping you, going between your legs, holding you steady as he worked your body. Your cunt clenched at the image.

“Because you’re mine, too.”

You nodded once more.

He adjusted his stance, knees dipping into the mattress. He grasped one of your shoulders as you held onto his arms with shaking hands.

“Look at me and tell me you love me.”

You stared into his eyes. It was all written out there for you to see: no denial, no hiding, and no more doubt.

“I love you.”

He caught your lips and kissed you so thoroughly you forgot anything beyond him. His hold tightened. His hips minutely rocked. His heavy cock kindled that heat hidden inside.

You moaned against his lips and pulled at him. He needed to move. You’d been wanting him for what felt like years. You’d both gone through hell, seen oblivion, and returned to each other’s side. You needed him to move — now.

He buried his face in your neck, lips against the marks he’d left. The rocking of his hips descended into grinding, then full-out thrusting. He fucked you hard. His cock dragged at the underside of your aching clit. The bed springs whined every time he bottomed out.

You couldn’t catch your breath as his thrusts became desperate. He yanked at your hair to bare your throat. His long hair — that smelled of your shampoo — veiled your humid face.

He kissed his marks and murmured something you couldn’t make out. You agreed anyway. He groaned in reply, driving you down while he thrust up. The sheets stuck to the sweat on your back. His hips snapped forward over and over, his cock ramming deep. You tried your best to move with him, but he was too fast.

Then you couldn’t move at all. Your belly quivered and your thighs tensed. His cock was too much. You strained against him, with him, until that fever broke. You shook in his arms. Your jaw clenched. Orgasm burned through you like a geyser. It sizzled up your spine. You couldn’t catch your breath. Hot tears trickled over your temples in rapturous agony.

Eddie fucked you through it, holding you tight. Your cunt throbbed and clamped around his pistoning length. He cursed in needy growls until he seized, breathless. His voice cracked. His thrusts slowed, yet remained fierce, as his cock pulsed with each thrust.

He stuttered a jumble of cut-off thoughts, all of them flattering and loving. You grinned and wrapped your arms around his shoulders, hugging his sides with your thighs. He mouthed at your neck lazily.

After a tranquil moment, he kissed you, gentle yet demanding. You felt him — every bit of him. His lips tasted of salt. His hands sheltered and cradled. His gaze warmed you. You could only respond in kind. He melted as you smoothed his hair away from his flushed, glowing face.

He kissed you one more time before steadying the condom and slipping out of you.

You relaxed, allowing your tired limbs to sink to the bed. He rolled to the side and dropped the condom on the heap of his dirty clothes. You wrinkled your nose, but didn’t comment. He flopped beside you and pillowed his head on a bent arm. The heating system kicked on. Your sweat cooled as you contemplated getting out of bed. Instead, you tucked your feet between the folds of the blanket.

“Hey, sweetheart,” Eddie said.

You hummed in acknowledgement and glanced at him.

“I was thinking, and you might not be into this, but you want to go to LA? With me?”

You stared at the ceiling.

Los Angeles: broken glass glittering in gutters, live music every night, fluttering neon, cars with their tops down, a bland apartment with a mattress on the floor, your feet warmed by sunshine as you read the newspaper’s entertainment section, Eddie writing songs at the kitchen table.

A smile spread across your face.

“Hell yeah.”

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musedblues · 1 year

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Another Little Piece

a/n: im supposed to be writing a completely different story but i literally dreamed this monstrosity up after too much nyquil. sorry it's so sad that's my brand i guess.

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Ever since Eddie came back, he'd felt further away than before.

Maybe it was how you'd reacted to the news. When your beloved metal headed lover showed up at your door after having gone on the run for the police, dirty and tired and all scratched up; you sat in stunned silence as he explained to you everything that had happened in deadly detail.

Eddie explained to you why he'd run away from home the night the cheerleader wound up dead in Wayne's living room. He told you how Dustin and Steve and company had found him and how Eddie wound up in the upside down. He explained the upside down to you. He showed you his scars. He cried and you sat in stunned silence. You thought he'd died. You were busy planning a funeral. But then he was back and talking a mile a minute about something you could barely comprehend.

"Oh God, do you think I've lost my mind?" Eddie tried to laugh, but you could tell he was really worried in his asking. And because you were stunned, you waited one second too long to respond. And even though your answer was no, that beat of silence caused Eddies face to turn irrevocably twisted into an expression of upset you couldn't bear to see. You assured him over and over, once you got the words out, that you believed him. That you were sorry you weren't there with him. That you'd always been on his side through frenzy that erupted through Hawkins.

Or maybe it was the way you'd tried to make him feel normal again. You made plans and insisted on going out with Eddie as often as possible. Plans he'd never want to follow through. Maybe it was the night you kept asking too many questions, trying to understand better what he'd gone through. Maybe it was just the fact that what Eddie had gone through shifted something within him that couldn't be nudged back with good intentions.

It was the first day of Spring when you woke up to find him gone; again. Unlike the night he disappeared on the run from what killed Chrissy; he was prepared this time. Your shared drawers were disheveled, his clothes missing. His guitar gone from the stand in the corner. Your heart vanished, all the same. You ran from room to room as if you'd find him, ending up outside hoping the bike tire tracks out of the drive would give away the direction he'd fled. No matter, you'd lost Eddie.

But you weren't about to let him get away with it again. And this time, with a better idea of where to go looking, you took off into town.

The first stop was Wayne's place. When he finally answered your pounding at his door, he looked just as worried as you felt. But he'd gotten good at being reasonable. After telling Wayne that Eddie vanished with all his things, and learning your man hadn't ended up at his uncles, you both decided not to panic. Wayne told you to keep looking around town, and if you both had too, you'd figure out the next step when night fell. You thanked the elder fellow for keeping you calm and laying out a loose plan to follow.

And so your search went on. You stopped at the record store, the guitar shop, the convenience store, the school, all of his bandmates homes and his old hiding places. Every place you went looking for Eddie disappointed you. The weather seemed to turn chilly as the sun sank low in the sky. The breeze cut your face as you paced through town. As you sat waiting for your car to warm, you realized your nose wasn't running from the cold but from the tears you could no longer keep contained.

So you sat in the old mall parking lot and cried until your throat went dry. And then you drove back to Wayne. You didn't want to. You didn't want a new plan. You didn't want to keep looking or figure out a next step. You wanted your boyfriend back and better. And when you found Wayne waiting on the steps of his home, you realized nothing was quite the same at all. It hadn't been and it wasn't about to be.

"What are you doing?" You asked with a sniffle, halting your approach in the gravel pathway as Wayne looked up, his elbows on his knees, a cigarette burning between his fingers.

"He's here. He's safe. You don't need to worry." The man nodded, matter of factly. You breathed a sigh of relief, moving to race inside, to dote over the man you'd been missing for longer than a day. But before you could break out into your intended sprint, Wayne stopped you.

"But, darlin', he don't wanna see you right now." Wayne was slow to stand, looking regretful as he held a hand out to signal you to stay right where you were. You thought you're heart had up and gone when Eddie did, this morning. But it was still beating somewhere inside you, you realized, when it ached in a way it never had before.

"Wha- well, why not?" You stuttered, looking toward the windows, hoping if you caught a glimpse of Eddie you could get him to come out, or let you in.

"Look I don't know." Wayne spoke, stepping down to approach you now. "I don't like not lettin' ya in but he'- I don't know, he just needs more time I think."

"It's been months." You cried, voice dull as the voice around your throat grew tighter.

"I know." Wayne frowned, seemingly just as unhappy about this situation as you. "I know. Look kid, just come back in a day or two. I'll do my best to talk some sense into him, deal?"

You listened, letting your hands cover your face as you cried yet again. Wayne stood there a while longer, promising he'd do what he could to help. And you knew he would.

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The knocking at your door stirred you from your slumber. A shot of hopeful adrenaline coursed through your system, could it be Eddie? No, you realized, as sadness numbed you. Eddie wouldn't knock. He would barge in and jump on the bed or kiss you awake. But a false hope ached at your core, because things had been so different since he'd gotten back. Maybe, just maybe, he was a knocker now?

Steve Harrington was the last person you'd expected to see on your doorstep. You'd never known him, you'd never cared to. So, when you found out Eddie's adventure away featured the infamous jock, you'd been more surprised by that fact than most anything else.

"Is Eddie here?" Steve wondered right away.

"No, but you are. Weird right?" You noted the quizzical quirk that appeared on Steves face as he sighed and decidedly told you why he'd shown up.

"Look, during the... the thing that happened, Eddie and I talked. He helped me realize some stuff and I just really could use more of his input. Could you let him know I stopped by?"

You bit your lip to cease the tears that threated to sting the backs of your eyes.

"Look, he's staying with Wayne. You'd have better luck stopping by there. I don't know when I'll be seeing him again."

"Wait what?" Steve waved a hand, confusion engulfing his features.

"I dunno." You shrugged and shifted your weight as you stood in the doorway. "I woke up on two days ago and he was gone." You'd stopped by the trailer like Wayne instructed, last night, and it went almost exactly like the one before. You were turned away with little to know information and an invitation to try again some other time. Steve stared at you, his befuddled expression unchanging.

"Okay, let me use your phone." Steve barged his way past you, inside your home. You watched with a slacked jaw as the guy headed right for the receiver on the stand by the sofa.

"Waynes number." Steve demanded, and because you were so caught off guard by his unexpected company and actions, you told him. After a beat of silence, waiting for someone to pick up the other line, Steve smiled with a hand on his hip.

"Hey, Edwardoooo!" Steve gave you a thumbs up, like a plan you'd worked on together had come together. Your heart dropped when you realized Eddie had picked up, and was listening to Steves call. Why did he get to talk to him? Why were you being left in the dark?

"Listen man, meet me at the diner? It's an emergency." Steve plead, and after another beat of silence, he nodded. Then he put the receiver down and told you to grab a jacket. You were both going to the dinner.

"Thanks." You muttered, confused, pissed, hopeful.

This wasn't how you pictured spending your year. You'd planned to watch Eddie graduate and to by a little piece of land and start a new job. You planned to help Eddies band get gigs in the shitty bars across town. You were fully unprepared for these new plans. For such lingering hurt and worry to haunt the outlines of your every waking moment. You were fully unprepared to hold small talk with Steve Harrington from the passenger seat of his car. You were fully unprepared to try and win Eddie back. You were fully unprepared to have lost him once, let alone all over again.

Steve bought you a coffee and started rambling about Nancy, and before you knew it he was asking you for the advice he'd sought after Eddie for. Inside, you scoffed. Outside, you listened and tried to offer the best answers you could to the guy's dilemma. Should he risk it all and publicly express his undying love for his high school sweetheart? Or should he let her go off with the man she'd been in a long-distance relationship with for longer than anyone had expected? You didn't know.

But your opinion on his quandary didn't matter anymore. Because Eddie was walking in. His eyes squinted as he searched the eatery for the man who'd called him here. He looked tired, he looked like the man you'd loved the most of all. He looked right at you.

When Eddies eyes locked with yours, for one moment, your heart soared. You sat up a little straighter, you began to open your mouth to call him over. But he spun around and hurried out of that dumpy diner faster than he'd waltzed in. Leaving Steve disappointed. Leaving you irate. Enough was enough.

"Maybe you two need my input more than I need yours..." Steve wondered aloud, watching you struggle to contain your hurt. He'd watched the whole thing play out, seemingly more confused than before. "I think you should let me take you over to Waynes. Don't ask to see him. Make him talk. He's running away from his problems again. But you don't have to let him keep at it."

You sniffled back tears as a fiercer hotter anger swelled with in you, and nodded, agreeing to Steves plan. You hadn't expected Steve Harrington to show up at your door or save the day. You'd thank him later.

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Wayne opened the door, sad eyes flashing with shock when you stormed past him, apologizing with each step. He moved instantly to let you through, and you noticed out of the corner of your eye as the guy grabbed a hat and let the door shut on his way out.

Your march through the trailer ended when you reached Eddies opened doorway. He was slumped in a chair, head rested on a fist, a cassette blaring from his radio. He didn't look at you. Instead, he let both of his hands cover his face as you started to yell.

"Tell me you don't love me anymore. Tell me you're moving out, tell me what's wrong. Say something. But don't just fucking disappear again. I cannot take it again Eddie."

"I do love you!" He shouted back, uncovering his features, eyes leaking instant tears. You'd never seen him so distraught. Not when his car broke down on the way to a Metallica show. Not when he got back from the upside down. His heartbreak was never so apparent as it was now.

"Then what the fuck is wrong!" You demanded to know, throwing your hands in the air as the man you loved rose from the seat he'd occupied.

"I wake up from those crazy fucking nightmares and I see that you're not sleeping. I stay home from all those stupid parties that I know you want to go to, and you stay at home with me. I can't eat the dinner you make because I can't keep it down. I'm in the fucking way. I'm in your way. And I don't know how to get over all the shit that happened. But I do know I can't fucking live with myself if I keep dragging you down with me."

"Shit Eddie, I'd rather never sleep again so long as I knew we got to share a bed each night!" You pointed as he paced before you. Then Eddie stepped an inch away to let his grasp engulf the sides of your face. His hold on you was delicately gentle, his response was manic.

"That's romantic but it's bullshit." He hissed, his glossy eyes widening under a furrowed brow. "I'm gonna fuck this up eventually. You're gonna get sick of me screaming in my sleep. You're gonna tell me I'm wasting perfectly good food. You're gonna start going to all all those parties without me and come home to find out I still can't move on. I don't want us to end like that. So I'm ending things on my own terms, get it?"

"No, I don't fucking get it!" You cried, reaching for the man's arms and softly shoving his hands away from your face. "You don't just get to decide the future. You don't just get to decide what I think or what I might get sick of! You sure as fuck don't get to just leave. I know you don't want that. And I know you know I don't either. And that should be enough for now."

"So this is what you want? Because this is what it's like now." Eddie frowned, gesturing at the space between the two of you. Acknowledging the fight, the confusion, the hurt.

"Yes." You rang, voice still raised, desperate for your point to become clear.

"I'm gonna ruin your life. I'm gonna be a bitch. I don't know what else." Eddie warned in a whimper, seemingly exhausted. He probably wasn't sleeping well here, either. Not in the home he'd fled that housed such trauma.

"Sure, maybe." You pointed, eyes piercing into his. "But I'm choosing that. I'm begging you to let me deal with whatever happens. Now..." You shuddered a deeply held breath and tried to lower your tone, speaking up again more gently, "I'm gonna go make some tea, and then I'm going home. I want you to come with me. I want you to pack up all your shit and come with me. But if you don't, and I leave by myself, I'll be back in the morning. I won't stop coming back here until we work this out."

Eddie stood silent, watching you speak. You declared your final statement and watched him begin to decide his next move. After you'd announced your intentions, you stormed out of the room and put the kettle on. Try as you might to hear a bag unzip or a closet door shut, Eddies cassette drowned out any other noise.

You sipped your tea, trying to make it last as long as you could. Trying to give him as much time as possible. But the longer the clock ticked, the more your hopes crashed further to the floor. He wasn't coming out of that room. He wasn't coming back with you.

You abandoned your borrowed mug and slipped past Wayne as he arrived back, a million questions in his gaze. You couldn't meet his eye, however, and mumbled something about seeing him around.

You wished Steve had waited up to give you a lift home. You wished you lived on the same side of town, that the night air wasn't so cold. You wished you knew how to get to the upside down. You wished you'd gone there with Eddie, that you knew exactly what he went through. There was nothing more you could do or say, nothing that you hadn't already tried. Maybe Eddie was right. Maybe the pair of you couldn't make this work, even if that's what you both wanted.

"Hey, wait up."

You stalled, turning to find someone standing at the bend of the dirt path you were near the end of. Eddie was there, guitar slung over his back, bag in hand. You let your gaze sweep across the expanse of his figure, lean and scared. His features wrought; his hair frizzy. And you fell a little more in love; knowing that even through terse shared words and the uncertainty of the days ahead, love still kept the pair of you tethered. That even if you couldn't make it work, that he was about to let you try.

Eddie stepped deeper into the night, closer to you. He grinned when you took his bag in your hands and told him you loved him as you started to share the long walk back home together. And that was enough for now.

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enhaheeseung · 2 years

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Happy birthday anniversary

💍Pairing: heeseung x fem reader!💍

Warnings: fluff, break up, angst, cheating, cursing, crying, mentions of sex.

Note: I am so sorry this took so long to post. I really hope no one was waiting on it :(

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"Why were you out so late again?" Your dearest Boyfriend of two years said to you after you got in bed next to him.

It was two in the morning.

"I was just at the mall. Why do you ask?" He sighed.

"It's nothing. Just forget about it." He turned on his side, shutting off the night lamp.

You wrapped your arm around his waist, trying to cuddle next to him like you always did.

He grabbed your hand, moving it away from his waist.

"What's wrong, hee? No cuddles?" He always loved when you cuddled him, so you had no clue why he was rejecting you.

"I'm just hot." He replies in a dry tone. The temperature was the same as it always was.

Maybe you were exaggerating a bit, but you'd be lying if you said that your heart didn't hurt.

"Okay, goodnight, hee. I love you."

"Mhm." He replied.

Before you started to worry, you figured he was just tired. So you left him be, turning in the opposite direction of him, shutting off your nightlight.

It was four in the morning, and heeseung was still wide awake.

He turned around to look at you making sure you were asleep.

He got up from under the covers, walking over to your side of your bed.

He grabbed your phone, leafing through your recent contacts and messages. He noticed how much you were smiling at your phone lately and assumed you must have been talking to someone.

Neither of you had locks on your phones cause you both trusted each other.

Well, that was until you came home hours past your usual bedtime. Every night for the past month, which made him extremely paranoid and lonely.

At first, he didn't question it, but as time went on, he just couldn't help but think you were seeing someone else.

Why else would you come home from the "mall" empty-handed?

And more importantly, what fucking mall stays open that late?

And even more importantly, every day?

He figured you were lying. You had to be. And he had to find out why.

He continued scrolling through your phone until You started to stir in your sleep.

Before he could snoop any further, you had woken up.

"Hee? Where are you? Come back to bed, baby." you said with your tired voice, eyes still closed.

He quickly shut off your phone and went back to bed.

He wondered how you thought he would be stupid enough not to notice that you were clearly lying.

After seeing those messages, he decided if you came home late one more time, he would have to confront you about it.

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"Baby, I'm going out," you shouted from the living room.

He made an appearance, watching you getting ready to open the door.

"Again? Where are you off to now?" He said, a bit annoyed, you hadn't been spending any time with him lately, and he missed you.

A lot.

He recently bought a new game and wanted you to play it with him, but you were already gone before he even woke up.

Sometimes he'd even stay up late and wait for you to get back so you could both have dinner together, but you never showed, leaving him to eat by himself, and after a hard day's work, all he wanted is for you to cuddle him while you asked him about his day.

"Out." You answered simply, not wanting to spoil anything, you had a big mouth, and you weren't good at keeping secrets.

"Just out? Out where?"

"Just to the store" your palms started to sweat, and you shifted your eyes suspiciously.

"What time are you coming back home?"

You really had no idea. You were working on a huge surprise for his birthday, which also happened to be your guy's anniversary as well.

Flashback

You both met at a small convenience store he worked at.

You were struggling to reach the top shelf for an item when you felt someone come up behind you, and then you saw a large hand grabbing the said item for you.

You turned around to meet his eyes, and it was right then and there that you had fallen in love, call it cliche, but it was literally love at first sight.

The charming smile he gave you as you thanked him was something you knew you needed in your daily life.

So what did you do?

You went back.

Even though the drive was nearly an hour away…

It started out with a small conversation. About things you both had in common, Then you began giving him compliments, trying not so subtly to hint at the fact you liked him.

He seemed to reciprocate your advances, sneaking a few candy bars in your bags at the checkout, and soon he offered to pay for your groceries. It was his way of showing that he was interested as well.

Not long after that, he shyly asked if you wanted to stay for his lunch break, and after that, you visited him at his job and had lunch with him every single day.

The only problem was that it went on for months and months and many more grueling months.

You both knew you had feelings for one another. But neither of you knew how to say it.

You definitely knew he was too shy to make the first move.

So you decided to make it for him and yourself.

"So," you started out, picking at your fingers nervously. "We've known each other for 10 months."

"Yup," He nodded his head for you to continue.

"And we've been friends for 8 months," you gulped.

You had no idea where you were ever going to get the courage to ask him, But it felt like if it wasn't now, it would be never.

"Umm, yeah, where are you going with this exactly?" He chuckled nervously in front of you before taking a bite of his ramen. You both sat at the very convenience store where you first met.

"I don't know how to say this, but I'm just gonna say it."

His heart started pounding, and his stomach dropped.

His mind went to the worst-case scenario.

What if she doesn't want to be my friend anymore?

What if she's bored of me?

What if she- his thoughts were cut off by your next words.

"Will you be my boyfriend?" You quickly rushed out, heat rising to your cheeks. It wasn't the most romantic way to ask someone out, but he wasn't into all the fancy stuff.

"O-oh," He took a sharp exhale, raising his eyebrows slightly. Trying to process everything you just said. He was definitely not thinking you'd say anything like that.

You felt like your heart was going to explode from how fast it was beating.

You wanted to bury yourself alive. Each second that passed felt like an eternity.

If you had one wish, it would be to go back just a few minutes before you confessed to the very handsome boy sitting in front of you.

Maybe you spoke or thought rather too soon.

Cause just seconds later. He had the biggest smile on his face. His ears tinted a light shade of pink while he answered with the exact words you wanted to hear.

"I would love to be your boyfriend." He held your hand across the table. "I think this is the best birthday present I've ever gotten."

And from then on, the rest was history. You loved him so much you didn't know what to do. But you knew one thing, is that no matter what, you'd always do your best to show him just how much you loved him cause sometimes words are just simply not enough.

So you found yourself doing the most extravagant yet simplistic thing for his birthday and your guy's anniversary.

He had quit his job not long after you both got together.

He planned on moving in with you, and unfortunately, the convenience store wasn't so convenient anymore. It was at least a forty-five-minute drive away from your apartment.

He was sad to leave cause all the team members were like his family, and to an extent, they watched him grow up, but he knew he'd have to leave it behind sooner or later, so he closed that chapter of his life and started a new one with you where he knew he'd be even happier.

Everyone at the small corner store, including his manager, knew just how much you loved each other they watched you two go from strangers to friends to lovers.

Sometimes his manager gave him extra time on his breaks just so he could stay with you longer, and all the employees agreed you were the cutest couple ever.

They mentioned something along the lines of it being one of the greatest things they would ever witness. That's just how in love you both were with each other.

You were so in love that not only could everyone see it, they could feel it too.

You had contacted his manager, who was also the convenience store owner, not too long ago.

You asked if he could have the store closed on heeseung's birthday. You told him that you planned on having a special night and wanted it to be where you both met and had your first date together.

He happily agreed, and from then on, you met up with him to plan the event.

You remember the first date like yesterday.

Heeseung wanted to take you somewhere special for the first date, but he was busy with work and school, so he nervously asked if you would go on a date with him at lunch.

You being helplessly in love with him, Agreed instantly.

Was it the most expensive fancy restaurant in town?

Nope, it was the complete opposite.

But,

It was the most romantic thing anyone has ever done for you.

He set up the table where you both had lunch with a few white scentless candles cause that's all the store had. He picked out a single rose and put it inside of a half-empty water bottle with the wrapper torn off and a towel as a tablecloth.

He made the first meal you ever had together. Instant ramen.

"I know it's not much, but it's the best I could do" he sat across from you, his cheek resting in his palm, while he stared at you with that same smile as when you first asked him to be your Boyfriend.

You reached for his hand across the table. Returning his smile with tears welling in your eyes.

"Your best will always be the most to me." you rubbed the back of his hand with your thumb.

It was one of the greatest nights of your life, aside from your first meeting with him.

So, you wanted to replicate that night for his birthday and anniversary.

You were going out every night to make sure you got all of it exactly how you wanted it.

You tried to mimic everything from that night, so it took a lot of planning. And getting everyone back together proved rather difficult.

It was simple and yet so complicated cause you were planning on something even more special than just the scenery.

You were going to propose to him.

You made the first move initially. So why not take the first step into forever with him?

You know just how shy he is, and it would take him a lifetime to ask you because of it.

But you also know just how much he loves you. So there was no way he wouldn't say yes.

You started to worry a little when you'd stay out too long or you'd come home, and you could visibly see he was upset about your absence.

But, it was only just for one more day.

End of flashback

"Well, can you try being home at a decent hour, please?" You couldn't promise anything. This was the last day before his birthday, so everything just needed to be perfected.

"I'll try," you quickly left before you gave anything away.

He watched you walk out of the door. He pinched the bridge of his nose, followed by a loud sigh.

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You came back home at 11:47, thirteen more minutes before midnight.

You took your shoes off and tip-toed through the dark living room. The lights came on right before you could go to your bedroom.

Heeseung sat at the kitchen table across the living room of your small shared apartment.

"Hey, baby, why are you up so late?" You said nervously, hoping he hadn't already caught onto you.

"Funny, I could ask you the same thing. What are you doing up so late?"

"I was just out," He laughed bitterly.

"Y/n cut the act. I know you're seeing someone. I'm not as stupid as you think." In all the great time spent with him, this was the last thing you expected to ever hear leave his mouth.

You were shocked, to say the least.

"Hee, what are you talking about?" You made your way to him at the kitchen table.

"Save it. I saw your texts, "great! I'll see you then," and "I can't wait!" And what was the other one? Oh yeah!, "thanks so much for today, you're the best."

Those were the texts to his manager. You thanked him for closing the store and helping you set everything up.

"You went through my phone?" Your eyebrows creased together. He had never gone through your phone.

This time he laughed, but it was the most sarcastic laugh ever.

"You get caught cheating on me, and the best you have is I went through your phone. You know, I should have really known better. You and me, our relationship was just too good to be true."

"What are you talking about? I'm not cheating on you, baby, I swear," at this point, you were already bawling your eyes out.

"Don't you dare fucking call me that!" He slammed his fist on the table.

You flinched when you heard the loud bang of his fist coming in contact with the table.

"Can't believe I wasted my time with a cheating whore like you. For all you've put me through, I could have just found any random girl off the street, and that would have been better than you." He spat with so much venom in his voice.

Your knees felt weak, your tears wouldn't stop falling, and you had no idea what you could have ever done to deserve something like this.

You tried to grab his hand, but he quickly snatched it away.

"Don't you ever touch me again." He said in a warning tone.

"Hee, I swear, I'd never cheat on you. I love you too much." You wrapped your arms around his torso, trying to hug him.

He pushed your arms off of him.

"It's just so easy for you to lie, isn't it? I can't believe I didn't notice it sooner, but I'm glad I found out cause now I don't have to waste my time with you any more than I already have."

"I promise. Please, just believe me,"

"No. I should have never even believed you, to begin with."

The clock had just hit twelve in the morning, and it was his birthday and your guy's anniversary.

You reached down in your purse to grab the ring you were going to propose to him with, your hands trembling with each movement as you gripped the small suede box in your hand.

"Happy birthday" you opened the box showing him the ring.

He just stared at it blankly.

"I wasn't cheating on you. Those texts were to your old manager. I was planning on surprising you for your birthday. I was going to replicate our first date together" you smiled weakly at the thought of what could have been if he didn't think you were cheating on him.

You could see a look of shock on his face, but he tried so hard to play it off as nothing.

"This is the ring," you sniffed. “The ring I had planned to ask you to marry me with," your tears fell continuously. "But, I guess that won't happen now," you tried to smile at him.

You set his ring on the countertop.

And now, the shock was evident on his face.

You took a deep breath before wiping your tears.

You closed the small box, "I'll leave now, so I don't waste any more of your time" you went back to the door, put your shoes on, and walked out.

You don't even know how you managed to walk, let alone drive all the way to your parent's house.

As soon as you left, he grabbed the box, opening it with shaky hands.

There was a small note inside the box. You had planned on giving it to him to read before you popped the question.

"I love you more than anything in the whole world, I know I'm not very good at expressing my feelings for you, but I just want you to know that no matter what, I'll always be by your side and to prove that I'm going to ask," that was the last word in the note.

He was supposed to read it, and then when it cut off, he'd look up and see you there proposing to him.

It was supposed to be one of the best days of your lives, but it ended up being the worst.

He didn't even realize he was crying until the first few tear drops hit the paper, crinkling up your note.

He inspected the ring closely. He saw a huge oval-shaped diamond embedded in a silver band.

The few words you had engraved on the inside made tears flow endlessly from his eyes.

"Y/n and hee, forever and always" to anyone else, it would have sounded so simple, but it was the same wording that his team members put below a picture of you two on your first date.

They hung it up on the wall, so whenever you both came to visit, it would be a reminder of the very special night.

He felt sick, hurt, sad, and upset.

Sick because he had lost you.

Hurt because he hurt you.

Sad cause he made you cry.

Upset because he didn't trust you.

The pain in his chest was unbearable.

He was struggling to stabilize his breath in between sobs while he tapped the call button on his phone.

The first ring was torture.

The second ring was like a stab to his chest.

The last ring made him feel like he was taking his last breath.

"Y/n," he said as if you were still there, squeezing the box that carried his ring. "I'm so sorry,"

He said the words that he wanted to say to you, except he couldn't.

Cause you were gone, all because of him.

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You woke up to what might have been a hundred notifications, if not more, on your phone. They were all from him.

From heeseung, the love of your life.

Voice message after voice message, text after text. You listen to the first voice message.

"Y-y/n, where did you go? Please, come back." The second one.

"I'm so sorry for not believing you. Please, just let me explain."

The third one.

"I miss you. My chest hurts so much," When you heard how broken he sounded in the last one, you couldn't listen anymore.

So you read a few texts.

Or maybe it was a small novel.

"Baby,"

“Where are you?”

"Are you there?"

"I miss you so bad."

"I'm so sorry."

"Please come home."

"I just need to see you."

"I need to hear your voice again." there was still more. Another voice message popped up, and you decided to listen to it.

"In case we never see each other again, I would have said yes a million times, I would have said yes so loud the whole world could hear." his voice started to crack halfway through. "I would have said yes until I lost my voice, baby. I love you so much, please come back, please come home." 98+

You held your phone to your aching chest, tears staining your cheeks and pillow.

Deep down, you knew he was sorry, but it wasn't that easy to just forgive him for calling you a cheater and not believing you.

You decided to go with your gut feeling. There was no way you'd ever love anyone more than him.

You were at least going to let him explain, maybe not take him back, but to explain and maybe give him a second chance.

You got ready for the day and headed out to your apartment.

You knocked on the door.

No answer.

You knocked a little harder.

Heeseung was fast asleep. He had passed out at the kitchen table in the same spot as when you left.

He stirred from his sleep when he heard the third knock, this time loud and clear.

He jumped from his chair, opening the door as quickly as possible.

It was you.

His baby.

He looked like a complete wreck. Out of the years you've been with him, you've never seen him like this.

Before you could do or say anything, he was holding you in the tightest hug ever.

He couldn't hold back his loud sobs and shaky breaths even if he wanted to.

"I'm so sorry," he repeated while rubbing your back. "I should have known you'd never cheat on me. I'm sorry for not trusting you, I'm sorry for not believing you, and I'm sorry for calling you names. You're none of those things,"

You could only ask one question.

"Why?" He pulled back to look at your face. His cheeks were completely covered in his tears, nostrils flaring with each heavy breath he took.

"I-I was just hurt and upset that you weren't spending time with me anymore, and you came home late a-a-and" before he could finish, he broke down again.

You could see him frown before hugging you again. A few seconds later, he started to hyperventilate. He was still trying to talk and explain, but you couldn't make out a word of it cause he was crying so hard.

You had to hug him back. It hurt so much to see him like this.

You stroked his back to soothe him.

But that still didn't work. His breaths were so out of control that it started to worry you.

You walked further into the apartment, sitting with him on the sofa, hugging him tightly.

"Hee, baby, it's okay, I understand" after all, you did come up with the trashiest excuses a person could possibly make.

Was it a reason to accuse you of cheating?

Definitely not, But you understood him.

His cries finally started to die down. Soft hiccups could be heard in the silent apartment.

You gently rubbed his back, slowly rocking him back and forth.

His heart beat now at a much more steady rhythm. But his breath was still pretty shaky.

"I didn't mean any of it. You could never be a waste of time to me. If anything, the time I spent without you was a waste." He leaned back, looking deep into your eyes. His eyes shifted to your lips, and he didn't think twice before kissing you. It was the softest, sweetest, most delicate kiss ever.

He rested his forehead against yours with his eyes closed, "y/n, please, please, forgive me."

You gave him your answer without a second thought.

"I forgive you, but baby, next time something is bothering you, just talk to me, okay?"

He nodded. "Thank you. I promise I'll never hurt you ever again." You pecked his lips, smiling for the first time since you came back.

"It's still your birthday, you know. I'm sure everyone is waiting for us at the store,"

You didn't cancel when you left cause, one, it was too late, and two, you kinda forgot about it after the whole argument.

"Really?!" He said excitedly, already looking so much brighter compared to when you first came.

"Really, baby, now go get dressed," he pecked you all over the face before rushing to get ready.

He got ready and picked his outfit. He felt his heart beating just like when you asked him to be yours.

He was nervous, but the good kind of nervous.

He came back out, and he looked absolutely stunning. He wore a white button-up and slacks, it wasn't too much, and it wasn't too little, it was perfect, just like him.

"My baby looks so handsome."

He looks down at his feet, blushing slightly. "Thank you," he mutters cutely.

"Ready?" You asked, lacing your fingers with his. He nodded, a small smile on his lips.

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Once you arrived, heeseung took in the sight before him, and all of the memories instantly came rushing back.

His eyes flashed from you to the table where he saw a single rose in a plastic water bottle with the label torn off, the same exact white scentless candles. And a towel as a tablecloth.

He didn't want to cry. He had already done so much of it already.

But the fact you did all this just for him was enough for a few tears to fall.

You wiped them from his face immediately.

"Don't cry, baby," you kissed his cheek.

"Don't worry. These are happy tears." He smiled against your lips before kissing you. "Thank you for all this. I'm so grateful to have you."

"Anything for you." You walked to the old table where you used to have lunch together, his co-workers acting as waiters pulling the chairs out for you both. And none other than his manager bringing your guy's favorite and the first meal you've ever had together.

Instant ramen.

You held heeseungs hand from across the table. After you both ate and talked about the first day you met and all the memories you shared with each other until now.

You pulled out the same box from last night.

"Where did you find that?" He asked curiously.

"You left it on the counter, baby," you stated the obvious, laughing softly.

"Oh, right," he chuckled.

"I'm sure you already know what's coming since you ruined the surprise," you jokingly said.

"I know, I'm so sorry if I had jus-" you cut him off.

He had his head hung low with a frown on his face. He was so close to crying again.

"Hey, Baby, look at me,"

He faced you, and his eyes were big and glossy.

You chuckled at his cute expression.

"The past is the past, okay?" He nodded his head, but you could still see the deep frown on his face.

"Baby, smile. You're about to be engaged," you grabbed his hand from across the table, feeling his clammy palms.

"As I said, I'm not good at expressing my feelings, but I just want you to know that I love you so much, so much that I want to spend every waking moment with you, and the only way I see to do that is by asking you the most important question ever,” you took one deep breath. "Will you marry me?" Your lips quivered slightly while you smiled at him.

He smiled that same smile you fell in love with years ago, the dim lighting from the candles making his tears visible.

"Yes,” he said almost as if he didn't understand what you were asking him, and then it hit him, "yes! Oh my goodness, yes!" You smiled, slipping the ring on his chubby finger.

You heard cheers from everyone and the loud popping of champagne bottles as they came to congratulate you both.

You and heeseung enjoyed nearly a whole bottle of champagne when you both heard a very familiar song and looked at each other.

It was the song.

The song that played on your first date together.

The same jazz instrumental that probably played a bit too many times in the one hour he went on lunch break.

He stood up. And reached for your hand.

"Dance with me?" He asked, his voice delicate and just above a whisper.

"Gladly," You flashed him your smile and joined him, standing up from your chair.

He rested his hands loosely around your waist.

"I really don't deserve you." He couldn't seem to take his mind off of last night, no matter how much he tried.

"Baby, I don't want to hear that from you again. We all make mistakes, okay?"

He sighed. "Not like that, though. I'm so embarrassed,"

"You want to know what's actually embarrassing?" You say in an attempt to make him forget about last night, and it seems to work.

"What?" He asked, tilting his head to the side, looking genuinely curious.

"That you haven't kissed me since we've been engaged."

His eyes widened immediately, a little gasp leaving his pouty lips.

"That is embarrassing" he laughed and closed the distance between you both, kissing you with his pillow soft lips, and you kissed him back lovingly.

You could hear more cheers erupt in the background, some shouting for you to get a room and others about having kids.

You both became flustered at the mention of having kids. And heeseung was the first to speak up.

He tapped his chin, pretending to think.

"Well, since you didn't get me a present," he leaned down and whispered in your ear, feeling a bit bold suddenly. "How about birthday sex?"

You slapped his chest playfully.

He laughed against your lips before capturing them in a kiss, the first of many kisses that would follow later that night.

"I love you, my baby," he says quietly.

"I love you too. Happy birthday, anniversary."

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