#I won’t have a prom date anyways...

[clusterbuck]

hiatus codas: 2x07 haunted

(this is only a 2x07 coda in a well, technically sense of the term)

“this is never going to fit,” eddie grumbles, dropping his head into his hands.

there’s footsteps behind him, and he hears buck’s low laugh. “having fun without me, gorgeous?”

eddie rolls his eyes, but he can’t stop the laugh that escapes him. “the wedding won’t fit,” he says, gesturing at the pieces of paper strewn across the kitchen table. “we’ve cut the guest list three times, and there’s still way too many people. we’re gonna end up with people standing in the aisle.”

“and we definitely can’t do that?” buck asks. eddie tilts his head to look up at his fiancé, squinting to see him in the strong backlight of the midday sun.

“how are you gonna walk down the aisle if people are standing in it?” he asks.

“i’m walking down the aisle now?” buck asks. “i thought we landed on neither of us?”

eddie turns back to face the table and groans. “we did,” he says. “but then—i kind of thought—it might be nice. maybe we both could.”

buck leans down to press a kiss to his shoulder, just above the collar of his t-shirt. he grabs a chair and scoots it over, as close to eddie’s as he can get. he props his feet up on the stretcher and tucks his knees against eddie’s thigh, leans over and kisses the corner of eddie’s jaw.

“yeah, we could,” buck says. “we can do whatever we want.” he grins, and it travels through eddie, still sparking like lighting in his veins though he sees it just about every day now.

“well, almost whatever we want,” buck amends, and eddie doesn’t even have time to frown before buck adds, “we can do anything except invite this many people to our current venue.”

despite himself, eddie laughs.

“okay, so. we need to cut some people,” he says, then looks at buck. “do we have to invite my parents?”

“no,” buck says. “but you did tell me not to let you uninvite them.”

“did i?” eddie tries, and buck looks unimpressed. he digs in his pocket for his phone.

“want me to play the voice memo?”

eddie lets his mouth twist into a pout, and buck just laughs and reaches for him, one hand landing on his jaw to pull him closer for a kiss.

“fine, my parents stay,” eddie says. “but we do have to kick somebody out.”

buck leans over to look at the guest list, one hand on eddie’s thigh for balance. “well, here’s one,” he says. “why is abby on the list?”

“i thought you added her,” eddie says. “aren’t you supposed to invite exes to weddings?”

“you would know,” buck says. “you’re the one that’s had a wedding before.”

eddie snorts. “yeah, but at that point exes would have been like… junior year prom dates. that’s a little different.”

“yeah, okay,” buck concedes. “but we can still take abby off the list.”

“you sure you don’t want to invite her?” eddie asks. he puts his hand over buck’s, still resting on his thigh. “i mean—you can, if you want. i don’t mind.”

“not afraid she’s going to steal me away?” buck asks, and eddie hears the teasing note in his voice but lets just a hint of possession slip into his own anyway.

“i know she wouldn’t,” he says, and buck squeezes his thigh, face twisting into a smirk as he leans in to kiss him.

“she couldn’t,” he murmurs, lips brushing eddie’s with every word. “no one could.”

“even though she made you the man you are today?” eddie asks, and buck rolls his eyes.

“i never said that,” he says. “i said she made me a better man. which—is true, god, you never met buck 1.0 so you don’t know this—but then i met you.”

“maybe we should invite her to the wedding,” eddie muses. “i should thank her for fuddling you.”

buck bursts out laughing. “baby,” he says, fitting his hand to eddie’s cheek. “do you mean fumbling?”

eddie sighs and leans into buck’s hand. “is that what the kids are saying?”

“have been,” buck confirms, running his thumb along eddie’s cheekbone. “for several years now.”

“well, you know what i mean,” eddie grumbles, grabs buck’s wrist and turns to press a kiss to his palm. “but i guess we don’t need to invite her just for that. i can send her a fruit basket.”

buck’s laughter echoes through the kitchen, bright and clear.

#hiatuscodas #911fic #buddie #buddie fic #shush emma #emma writes #911 2x07

[mvltixcc]

Girls Like Girls - Robin Buckley X Cheerleader!Reader

Summary: Robin has a crush on the new girl in town. Y/N is also a new member of the cheer squad, which means Robin sees her all the time at games and other school events. Unfortunately, Robin is put in a tough situation. She's scared to talk to her because the cheerleaders have a reputation of being mean girls and she fears that Y/N may not feel the same. Little does Robin know that Y/N does not appear as she seems. Y/N becomes best friends with Eddie, which seems unlikely at the surface due to different social circles. This leads to rumors of course and word spreads like wildfire here at Hawkins, which then makes Robin's feelings even more confusing. After hanging out with Steve and the gang, Robin starts to see a different side to Y/N. Will they end up together or will they just remain friends?

Word Count: 3.4k

A/N: When I mention 'Sam' in my story, I'm talking about the girl in this photo. She was never in the story of the show but I wanted to add another girl to the group and this photo helped capture what I needed.

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Chapter 7

“Nancy, no offense, but you are no help. None of these look good on me.” Robin stated as she stood in front of the large mirror trying on dresses. She lost track of how many she tried on. None of them stood out to her and she didn’t feel like herself in them. 

“Well maybe we just need to keep looking?” Nancy suggested. Robin stood there fidgeting in the fabric and making a sour face. Nancy could tell something wasn’t right. Luckily she knew how to fix it. “You know what, why don’t you change back into your clothes and then meet me back here.” Nancy said. Robin sighed in relief and went back to change. Nancy left Robin and walked to the front counter. “Hi excuse me, is there any chance I can use your phone please?” Nancy asked the employee. She nods and hands Nancy the phone. 

“Steve?”

“Yes?”

“Hey it’s Nancy, are you busy?”

“What are you doing here?” Robin asked as she saw Steve standing next to Nancy.

“Nancy here thought you may need some help finding the right outfit for prom and a dress just won’t cut it, so that’s where I come in. I’m gonna take you shopping to help you find what suits you.” Steve said with a smile. 

“I am relinquishing my duties and passing them off to Steve.” Nancy said with a chuckle.

“Let’s get this show on the road, Buckley!” Steve said, clapping walking toward the exit.

“I’m coming dingus!” Robin laughed and followed behind. 

The two sat in the car on the way to the next shop. “So if you’re not taking me dress shopping, then where are you taking me?” Robin questioned.

“You’ll see Buckley, be patient.” Steve said as he continued to drive to the destination. 

“I don’t see why I can’t just go with Y/N, she is my date after all and I care about looking nice for her.” Robin said, rolling her eyes.

“You think I won’t find something that makes you look nice? Do you know who you’re talking to?” Steve asked jokingly. 

“You know what I mean, you’re a guy. How exactly can you help me with this?” Robin continued. 

“Robin, I know you better than most people do. Why do you think Nancy called me in the first place? You are not a dress kind of girl, you and I both know that. But, we can find something else that works for you and what you’re comfortable with.” Steve said. 

“Yeah I guess you’re right.” Robin said.

“I’m sorry, what was that? I was what?” Steve joked.

“Alright Harrington don’t push it.” Robin laughed and gave her friend a light shove.

“Okay okay, we’re here anyways.” He laughed and pulled into a parking space. Robin looked up at the sign with a puzzled look. “What? What’s the matter?” Steve asked.

“Why are we at the Men’s Factory? I thought we were looking for clothes, not tools.” Robin questioned. 

“Are you serious?” Steve said. “Robin, this isn’t- dear god help me.” He sighed.

“What?” Robin asked.

The pair got out of the car and walked into the store, Robin was soon hit with the realization that it was in fact NOT a home improvement store. It was a store full of all different kinds of suits. Steve and Robin walked around hoping something would jump out to her. But so far nothing.

“What about this one?” Steve asked, holding up a brown suit. 

“Oh god no.” Robin said, making a sour face. 

They continued to walk around, going from suit to suit. Trying things on left and right, until they found THE one. It was a nice white button up, a black tie with a black vest, and dress pants to match. 

“This is it. This is the one.” Robin said as she stood in front of the mirror. She loved how she not only looked, but how she felt as well. She felt like herself and that’s what matters the most. 

As she checked out she couldn’t help but think about you. She hoped you were having a good time shopping for the right dress.

“Can you all stop running around and sit the hell down!” Sam yelled at the rest of the guys as they ran around the store trying to help you find the right dress. 

“This is not it.” You said walking out in a bright yellow gown. “I look like a banana!” 

“I think you look like a lovely banana!” Gareth said as he stood next to you in the mirror. 

“Well of course you’d say that, you picked this one out in the first place!” You chuckled to him. You turned around and saw a few of the boys holding up more colorful dresses. “Why do you people want me to look like a fruit salad?” 

“You people clearly don’t know her at all.” Sam stated walking over to the rest of you. “Stop trying to put her in bright colors, you all should know that Y/N doesn’t like that kind of stuff!” Sam proclaimed. 

The group continued to look around to find you a dress. Nothing stood out to you. You got changed and walked out to the rest of your friends. “Let’s just go to the next store and be done.” You were getting frustrated that you couldn’t find anything. You had already tried 2 other shops and you were getting tired. The group had agreed and you all climbed into Eddie’s van and went to the next store. 

“So where are we off to now?” Eddie asked you quietly to not let the others hear. He knew that if they did they would suggest another dress shop. 

“Can we just go to the thrift store? I really don't need anything fancy, that’s not even my type of style.” You replied.

“Trust me I know that.” He chuckled. “We’ll find you something, don't worry.” He reassured you. 

“What are we doing here?” Jeff asked as you guys pulled up to the thrift shop. 

“Guys I really don’t need a ball gown or anything fancy. I just wanna look and feel nice while having a good time with my girlfriend.” You said walking into the store. They agreed to help you find something that was more ‘you’. 

You all walked around and found random items like necklaces and bracelets. But no dress yet. Until you heard Sam screech. “THIS IS IT!” 

She ran to you and huffed and puffed as she showed you the dress. You took the item and went to try it on. You stood in front of the mirror and you knew as soon as you put it on that it was the one. You walked out of the changing room to show everyone the dress.

“It’s perfect!” Sam exclaimed.

Most of the boys stood in awe.

“You look beautiful.” Eddie said, walking up to you. He looked at you tearfully. 

“Thanks, Eds.” You turned to hug him. “Everything is gonna be perfect.” You were now even more excited to go to the prom with Robin.

You finished getting ready and made your way downstairs as you waited for Robin to arrive for pictures. You were nervous to say the least, you just wanted everything to be perfect for the pair of you. 

“You look beautiful Y/N!” Your nana stated as she stood in front of you. She pulled you in for a hug.

“Thank you Nan!” You said, hugging her back. 

“Alright let’s get some pictures with you and Eddie!” She suggested. You nodded and made your way outside, Eddie following behind shortly after. 

As you and Eddie had finished taking pictures, Steve pulled into the driveway. Robin jumped out before he could even fully park the car. “God Buckley, would you be careful?” Steve said sarcastically. 

Robin didn’t care though. She was too excited to see just how beautiful you looked and boy was she right. You looked breathtaking. “Wow.” was all she managed to spew out. Robin stood there in awe as you had approached her. 

“Hi buttercup! Well look at you, you look absolutely perfect!” You said as you pulled your girlfriend in for a hug. You pulled away from the hug soon after. “Is that for me?” You ask as you point to the box in Robin’s hands.

“What? Oh uh yeah, this is for you!” Robin said with excitement. It was a corsage that matched your dress. Robin had been asking all week what your dress looked like, she was too eager and wanted to know everything. Knowing that she would ask until your ears fell off, you gave in and told her about the color of your dress. 

“It’s beautiful Robin!” You exclaimed. “Wanna help me put it on?” You asked. She nodded and took it out of the box and helped you put it on your wrist.

“It’s not too tight is it? Or too big? I wasn’t sure-” Robin began to ramble.

“It’s perfect!” You said giving her a soft peck on the cheek. You could see her cheeks turning red which caused you to chuckle. “I have something for you too!” You turned to Eddie who was standing behind you with a box similar to the one that Robin had and took it from him. You opened it to reveal a matching boutonniere. You helped Robin put it on. “There, now we match!” You said with excitement. 

“You guys look great!” Steve complimented as he approached the pair of you. “Wait, why are you all dressed up?” He asked, pointing to Eddie. 

“Oh please this is hardly even dressed up!” Eddie proclaimed. He wore a simple black dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up and some dark jeans. He also paired it with some boots and his usual jewelry.

“It’s dressed up for you!” You chuckled.

“That still doesn’t answer the question though.” Steve said.

“Eddie’s also going, I thought you-” Steve interrupted you.

“Well how come he gets to go and I don't?!” Steve pouted. 

“Maybe because I’m still a student there?” Eddie laughed. “Plus I’m not even going in, I’m gonna be sitting in my van making sure nothing happens to them.” 

“Why don’t you come with Steve? I’m sure Eddie could use the company.” Robin suggested.

“Oh I don’t think-” Both Eddie and Steve said in unison.

“That’s a great idea!” You proclaimed. 

“Alright alright, let’s get these pictures taken so you kids can be on your way!” Your nana said as she held the camera up. 

You and Robin took your pictures and soon you all loaded into Eddie’s van and made your way to the school.

“If anything happens you just get Sam and she’ll come get me, okay?” Eddie said going over the plan again. 

“Yes yes I got it! Okay we’re going in now.” You said, you were eager to get in and have a good time with your girlfriend. “Just promise me you wont kill each other?” You asked before closing the van door. 

“Yeah yeah we promise.” The two said in unison once again. 

“Okay, let's do this!” You say, closing the van door and taking Robin’s hand as you walked toward the doors. The two of you stood at the doors for a moment, preparing for the night ahead of you. “You ready my love?” You asked, looking at Robin. 

“As I’ll ever be.” She replied nervously. She wanted this night to be special for you both.

You opened the doors and walked into the gym. It was magical. All the lights and beautiful decorations that lined the room really brought it all together. You made your way over to Sam and her date who was grabbing some punch. 

“Hey guys!” You greeted your friend. 

“Wow you two look amazing!” Sam complemented you both. 

“Thanks, you guys look great too!” Robin thanked.

“We’ll be keeping a close eye on you guys throughout the night. Now go out there and have a good time with each other!” Sam spoke. 

You said your goodbyes and you both made your way to the dance floor.

Everything was going great. You and Robin were dancing and singing your heart out. You both had danced with some friends as well. The both of you were now at a table eating snacks and just talking about the night so far. As you were talking with one another, a slow song started to play. You both make your way to the dance floor to have a special moment. There you are in the middle of the gym, holding one another and just enjoying each other. This night was perfect. Or so you thought.

“Well look at you two, how adorable!” Chrissy said as she approached the two of you. 

“Can’t you leave us alone for one night Cunningham?” You asked in annoyance. 

“I come in peace I promise!” She stated with her hands up.

“Uh huh, I’m sure you do.” Robin said also now annoyed at this point. 

“Honest I swear! Look I know that things aren’t so great between us, but I just wanted to offer your spot back to you on the team!” Chrissy began as she turned to look at you.

Chrissy continued to go on and on about some random bullshit as she does when suddenly Robin felt something wet fall onto her hand. She looked down to see a droplet of red. Robin looked above and saw what appeared to be a bucket with some rope tied around it on the rafters above you both. She turned to the left to see the other cheer squad members laughing with one another holding onto the rope that was attached to the bucket. She turned to you to get your attention. 

“We have to go, like now!” Robin whispered in your ear. 

You looked at her and could see that she was serious. You nodded to her. “Well you know Chrissy, this little chit chat was fun and all, but I think we’re gonna head out now. You and Jason go have a fun time now!” You say trying to get away from her.

Chrissy tried to get you both to stay and talk with her, but despite her efforts you both weren’t budging and kept walking away. This made her extremely mad and her demeanor changed. “Ugh god get back here NOW!” She yelled at you. 

As you turned around to face her, you saw red liquid falling from the ceiling. Robin pulled you out of the way as it came down. It all fell directly onto Chrissy. “What in the Carrie?” You said to yourself as you watched the scene in front of you. The gym fell silent at this point. A few other people were hit with whatever was in the bucket, but it was mostly all over Chrissy. The realization had hit her like a truck and she began to scream off the top of her lungs. You both made your way out of the gym and booked it for Eddie’s van. 

“No no no Lord of the Rings is so much better than that!” Eddie proclaimed. 

“God you are such a nerd!” Steve laughed. Suddenly the van door swung open. “Whoa whoa what happened? Are you both okay?” Steve asked as you and Robin jumped into the van and slammed the door shut. You were both out of breath from running. 

“Well considering the fact that we almost got Carrie’d!” Robin exclaimed while trying to catch her breath. 

“Huh?” Steve questioned. 

“My god Harrington do you seriously not watch movies?” Eddie teased.

“Okay we can pick on Steve about that later!” You stated trying to get to the point. 

“Hey!” Steve proclaimed. 

“Chrissy tried to pour a bucket of-” You began.

“Pigs blood?!?” Eddie squealed.

“No! Now let me finish you goose!” You laughed. “It looked like I don’t know-” 

“Red paint!” Robin stated. 

“How do you know?” Steve asked, turning back to the both of you as Eddie drove you all back to your place. 

“The way it stained my hand is the same way that paint does. Can’t imagine what she’s gonna look like after this.” Robin said. 

“What I wanna know is how the hell did you guys not get hit with that?” Eddie asked.

“Robin was the one that got me out of there.” You said.

“I felt something wet on my hand and saw the red. Then I looked up and saw the bucket that the cheerleaders were tugging at with a rope across the gym.” Robin replied. 

“That was some quick thinking there Buckley, nice job.” Eddie said, giving Robin props. 

“Thanks Eddie.” She said with a smile.

“Now as for you!” You said poking Steve. “I can’t believe you haven’t seen Carrie!” 

“I keep telling him he needs to watch it!” Robin chuckled.

“Okay you know what!” Steve stated.

 “Thanks for the ride Ed’s, drive safe now okay?” You said as you stood at the driver side window of the van.

“Hey, I’m here anytime and I will try my best.” He laughed.

“Edward!” You yelled.

“Okay okay, I’ll drive safe! You go and get some sleep.” Eddie said. You said your goodbyes and Eddie drove off. You made your way over to Robin to say goodbye to her as well.

“Well despite everything that just happened, I had a really good time with you tonight. I’m really glad that we went.” You giggled.

“Yeah me too, it was a really special night that I definitely will never forget!” She laughed back.

Robin pulled you close and wrapped her arms around you. “Though, to be fair every moment with you is special because I get to spend it with my beautiful girlfriend.” Robin spoke softly. You began to turn a bright shade of pink. “Aww is someone blushing?” She teased, you put your head into her neck to hide the flustered expression on your face. 

You pulled away and looked at her for a moment. “I love you so much.” You professed. 

“I love you too, my sweet angel.” She said, smiling back at you. 

Robin pulled you in one more time, but this time it was to give you a kiss. Every time you would kiss each other, it was instant sparks. She loved how soft your lips were against hers. Robin pulled you closer to deepen the kiss. She didn’t want this night to end, but that thought was soon interrupted by Steve coughing loudly indicating that it was time to go.

You pulled away from one another shortly after. “Well, I guess I’ll see you on Sunday for our usual breakfast date.” Robin said as she gently kissed your cheek. 

“I’ll pick you up at the usual time!” You giggled. 

“You sleep well, okay love bug?” Robin suggested. 

“I will, you better sleep well too!” You replied.

“I promise, scouts honor!” Robin said, holding up her hand. 

“I’ll see you Sunday you goose.” You chuckled and said your goodbyes.

Once Steve left, you went inside and decompressed from the night you just had. As you lay in bed thinking about how perfect the night was, you began to drift off into a peaceful sleep.

Next chapter

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[modelbus]

hiiii would you be willing to do a tommy x fem/gn reader where the reader doesn’t have a prom date and tommy offers to fly to america to be their date teehee … perhaps starting platonic and ending romantic ?

Starting platonic and ending romantic my beloved Also, uh, this got a bit long...

Pairing: CC!Tommy x gn!Reader (who wears a dress)

Perfect Prom

“Where have you been? It’s been ages since I’ve talked to you!” Tommy whines when you join his VC.

“It’s been a day.”

“You didn’t answer any of my messages!”

“Someone is clingy.” Tubbo coughs.

“Fuck off! No I’m not!”

You sigh, opening Minecraft to join him. His stream is pulled up on your second monitor so you can see his expressions while talking to him. It seems to be a chill day today. Or as chill as it gets with Tommy and Tubbo in the same stream.

“I was busy!” You defend

“Too busy for big man Tommyinnit? What were you even doing?!”

“Helping my friends shop for prom. It’s a whole day thing, you know?”

“Oh!” Tubbo exclaims, suddenly sounding eager. “Is your prom soon?”

“A week, yeah.”

“I expect photos.” He tells you.

You give an awkward laugh, moving your Minecraft character to try and find Tommy and Tubbo’s. “Uh, I’m not going?”

“Why not?!” Tommy yells.

This was the embarrassing part, the part you were about to admit to thousands of viewers.

“I, um, don’t really have a date.”

Your popularity started and ended online, leaving you completely and utterly alone. Sure you had friends, but they all had dates. And with prom in a week… well, you had just given up. It wasn’t like you wanted to go to prom that bad.

“What?!” At least Tommy seems outraged for you. “What about your friends?”

“All have dates. I’d rather hang out with you guys and stream anyways. Right chat? You’re more important than some dance.”

Chat seems to disagree with you, but that’s fine.

“So you don’t want to go to prom at all? Not even a little?” Tubbo questions.

“Nope.” You lie. “Now where are you at? I can find you.”

“Have you ever heard of the man cave?”

The topic doesn’t get dropped forever though, coming up later off stream. Tubbo had left the VC immediately after ending stream so it was just you and Tommy now.

“Genuinely, you’re fine with not going to prom? That’s super important, isn’t it?” He asks, breaking the post-stream silence first.

“I wish I could, but the administration has rules against going alone.” You shrug despite him not being able to see you. “Besides, what’s the point of buying a dress if I’m not going with anyone?”

“So you want to go?”

“You’re just rubbing it in now.”

“I’m not! All you need is a date to prom to go?”

How many times did you have to repeat this for him to understand?

“Yeah. All I need is a date.”

“Then I’ll be your date!”

Immediately, you choke on your own saliva in shock. “What?!”

“I’ll be your date to prom! So you can go!”

“Tommy, there’s a few problems with that. I’m in America and prom is in a week, for one.”

“I’m already looking at flights.”

“Second, you do realize a date is romantic right?”

“Platonic date then.”

“Why can’t you just let me be alone?!”

“Because,” he starts earnestly, “that’s shit. Besides, it’ll make for a pretty cool vlog.”

“Tommy, you know I couldn’t ask you to-“

“You’re not asking, I’m offering. Say yes for the content if not for yourself.”

“…fuck this. Yeah. Come to America and be my prom date.”

He cheers, making you laugh.

“I’m gonna get to experience an American prom! No more content searching! There’s a flight out tomorrow.”

“Should we, like, ask Phil about this?”

“Probably, but I already bought my flight.”

“This is going to be a fucking mess.”

-

“This is so fucking stupid! Why won’t it stay in the fucking pocket?!”

You laugh, trying to adjust the pin pinning the flower in his pocket to no avail. “I told you the corsages were a bad idea!”

“Dream said to buy them. All or nothing.”

“And here we are, putting holes in your suit. Isn’t this a rental?”

“How dare you think me so low that I’d rent a suit instead of buying one.”

“Aha! The flower is on!”

You step back, taking in the sight of Tommy in his full suit. He had gotten you both matching corsages, red and white flowers that stuck out on his black suit coat and your wrist. Tommy turns to the bathroom mirror, filming with his phone.

“Oooo! Damn, I am sexy.”

“Okay, we’re going to miss the reservations.”

“Oh! The ones at Applebees?!”

“I still can’t believe you wanted to go to Applebees. We could’ve gone literally anywhere.”

“Okay, but Sapnap said-“

“Do you think Sapnap got any bitches?”

“Have you seen Sapnap?”

You stare at each other for a moment.

“He’s from Texas. Never trust a man from Texas.”

“So Applebee’s isn’t good?”

“I’ll let Applebees talk for itself.”

“Really? It’s that bad?”

“It’s… it’s something.”

With the newfound lack of courage in his choice of restaurant, you two set out for Applebees. Considering most people go somewhere nice on prom, it’s pretty dead. Maybe you’ll actually get good service for once.

“I swear the waitress just quit.” Tommy laughs, glancing around.

“Or maybe she’s disgusted by the fact you got a medium rare steak.” You suggest.

“Hey!” He yells, throwing a fry at you. “Don’t insult Dead Henry!”

“You named your food?!”

Dodging another fry, you start to throw your own back at him.

“This is fucking war!” He declares, grabbing a handful.

Under the sudden pelt of fries you half hide under the table. Tommy laughs maniacally, seemingly evil. And it’s all because you insulted his choice of steak. You should never get steak from Applebees to begin with!

“Excuse me, sir?”

Oh, of course the waitress comes back now.

“I’m going to have to ask you two to leave.”

Fuck.

“Oh.” Tommy says, apparently too shocked to find a response.

“I am so sorry.” You apologize, scrambling to try and find your card. Tommy’s won’t work because it’s English and Applebees isn’t refined enough to take English cards, so he promised he’d pay you back somehow.

“Yeah, you’re disrupting our other customers.”

Tommy glances around and mouths, “what customers?” to you.

“Mhm, mhm.” You hum as the waitress prints the receipt.

“…have a good day. I guess.”

The second the door closes behind you two, Tommy erupts. “What the fuck?! There were no other customers! It was just us! And she could’ve asked us to stop, not fucking kick us out!”

“It’s Applebees, Tom. What did you really expect?”

“America is the worst!” He laughs, “we really got kicked out because we threw fries, fuck.”

His words make you realize exactly how stupid the situation is. It’s prom night, Tommy came to America to be your date, and you both just got kicked out of Applebees.

Soon enough you’re both laughing at the absurdity of it all.

“How far is the boat?” Tommy asks after a little while.

Because your school was stingy on literally everything else they made up for it by going all out for prom. If you hadn’t known that then maybe you would’ve declined Tommy’s offer, but goddamn was prom meant to be cool.

“Walking?” You ask, pulling up Google maps.

“Yeah.”

“Uh, Google maps says fifteen minutes.”

He nods, offering you his arm. Without a second thought you take it, walking where he goes.

“Where are we going?”

“Prom.” He answers confidently.

“…wrong way.”

“Fuck. I knew that.”

The walk is only slightly cold, but after a few minutes you completely forget about the breeze in favor of joking with Tommy. You definitely owe him a lot. He came all the way to America just to be your date so you could go to prom!

Platonic date. You couldn’t forget that word: platonic. Because although your feelings before this were entirely platonic (were they really...?) seeing Tommy in person was changing that too fast for you keep up with your own feelings.

By the time you reach the docks it’s been well over fifteen minutes, tipping into thirty, which makes it perfect timing.

“When you said prom was a big thing I didn’t realize it was this fucking big.” Tommy says.

“Yeah, there's a lot of people." You agree, joining the line. "At least we're moving quick."

"I was more concerned about everyone dying at seeing my stunning dance moves."

"Oh, yeah, that's a pressing issue."

Soon enough you're both on the boat. It's actually really cool. There are three floors to the boat: the top one has an open-air dance floor, the middle has an indoor dance floor, and the bottom just has food and drinks.

By the time the two of you make your way to the top floor where everyone else is, prom is already in full swing. That is, to say, crowded and loud as fuck. Tommy grabs your hand so you two don't get separated in the huge sea of dancing people, pulling you a bit closer to him.

"Now what?" He asks.

"Dance, I guess?'

With a nod, he steps back and starts doing his weird dance moves. You can't help but laugh, although you do admire the confidence.

"Why aren't you dancing?! Dance with me!" He yells, eyes lighting up at a Taylor Swift song.

"Oh no no no, I am staying far away from you and your embarrassing moves."

"You're on the phone with your girlfriend she's upset!" He sings, grabbing your hands and forcing you to dance. After a second you give in, dancing with him.

The next songs pass so quickly in the blur of having fun with Tommy that you don't even realize he never dropped your hands. In the classic Tommy way, he's just dragging you around and forcing you to do his shitty yet wonderfully fun dance moves.

"Alright guys, we're over halfway through this thing, let's let the couples have some moments." The DJ announces.

As the current pop song fades into a much slower one, you start to head off the dance floor.

"Wait, we have to dance." Tommy quickly says. "Y'know, for the whole prom experience."

"Do you know how to slow dance? Because I don't."

"I am Tommyinnit the womanizer, of course I know how to slow dance!"

You laugh and loop your arms around his neck. "Alright then, womanizer."

He hesitates before placing his arms around your waist. The two of you just sway to the song, slowly relaxing throughout it.

"Thank you." You finally say, breaking the silence that had fallen between you two. "For coming."

"I came for Applebees, not you."

"Oh, of course, how could I not know." You roll your eyes.

He laughs, glancing around. "But of course I fucking came."

"You didn't just come though. You're in a whole suit. You're slow dancing with me."

"Because I'm your date."

"Platonic date." You correct instinctively. You've had to mentally correct yourself for a whole week now.

"...right. Yeah."

He doesn't sound entirely happy with that, and you can't help the way your heart leaps. It's foolish hope, but hope nonetheless.

"Actually, Wilbur's been telling me to make a fucking move for a while now." He suddenly says. "And that's why I offered. I know it's super shitty of me to tell you this now, but I just- you need to know, and I need to know, so I can stop getting my hopes up. I-"

Stopping your swaying, you cut his words off with a kiss. Maybe it's some Disney bullshit, but you swear this feels different than any other time you've kissed someone. Perfect, almost.

"What if I suggested we went to prom as a not-platonic date?" You ask.

"I'd say we're already fucking doing it." He responds with the stupidest grin you've ever seen him wear. "Wilbur's never gonna believe this."

#tommyinnit x reader #tommyinnit x you #tommyinnit #tommyinnit mcyt #mcyt #dsmp #mcyt imagine #tommyinnit imagine

[oracleact]

You can totally choose to look past this cuz it might be a lot (Tw trauma?) I just got Carried, you know when Carrie (from the movie) she gets a bucked full of blood over her head on prom? A guy asked me out and to my surprise, I was blessed with ketchup, eggs and flour by him and his friends, the subway didn’t let me in and no Uber would accept me getting in a car, so I had to walk home. No one asked me what was wrong

I’m still processing that actually happened,. I’m assuming it’s bc of my weight, I’m tall and overweight, I mainly keeps things to myself, am a introvert, idk what other thing could be a reason besides my body. Could you please write a comfort scenario with the tmnt boys? Or one of them, you can choose, Could be platonic, romantic, idk, just reader (who’s usually friendly but don’t talk much about their romantic life cuz they don’t feel like it’s worth investing time, and when they finally decide to change that, thst happens) crying as a mess in front of them for the first time, saying they are tired of living in a body that feels more of a curse than anything,

It’s a lot, I know, you can delete this if you aren’t comfortable doing it (I’m 100% serious)

Thank you Eitherway and hope you have a good day

first of all, I’m so sorry that happened to you. back in high school, I was doused after classes so I can definitely understand your pain here. they are absolutely pathetic for even thinking about doing that to someone; they are total assholes because they acted on it too and I wish for it to haunt them one day when (or if) they mature. you did amazing on your way home that day - I hope that, with time, things will get better for you. you deserve great things. I haven’t written anything with all of the boys before but I wanted to give it a try for you to cheer you up. I wish you well, and I hope you can find comfort in our wonderful turtles!

« got your back »

tmnt x reader / angst + fluff

notes: 1.6k words, all turtles included, platonic relationship, gender neutral reader (no pronouns used,) first person pov, I was thinking of 2012 tmnt while writing this but it probably fits with most iterations.

I can’t believe I’m walking home in the dark, completely covered in miscellaneous goop. I’m glad I didn’t tell anyone about the date that was supposed to happen tonight because, if someone saw me right now, I don’t know what I would do. no public transport let me on covered in eggs and flour, the same for taxis, so now I’m stuck dragging myself home by my own two feet. they are awfully heavy despite my hurry to get back which doesn’t seem fair at all - it’s like my body is laughing at me in equal measure to the rest of the crowd back there.

put your head down and keep walking, put your head down and keep walking, put your—

“hey guys, look!” I stop in my tracks as soon as I hear that voice echo through the night sky. it sounded too much like mikey to simply ignore it.

“mikey, for the last time, shh! ninjas, remember?” that was definitely leo. they all must be up on a roof somewhere but I don’t dare to look up. my feet won’t move anymore regardless, they’re refusing to pick up and run. my body really does hate me tonight huh?

“mikey is right though, look down - hey there!” I slowly crane my neck towards the sound of their chatters and am met with possibly the worst sight I could see at this exact moment: all four of my mutant friends standing on a nearby roof, just as I suspected.

“hi everyone,” I give an awkward wave as they stare down at me.

“want to meet up at the entrance to the lair to hang? we’re just heading back,” raph calls out.

I need a plan, and fast.

thankfully, they can’t see that I’m covered in mush from where they are, but if I go to the lair then that will change. however, if I say ‘no’ to hanging out with them then they’ll get suspicious anyway and follow after me. they’re my best friends, my favourite thing in the whole world is hanging out with them. even if I genuinely can’t hang out we still find a loophole to be together.

either of these choices leaves me doomed to talk about this disaster of a night eventually so…

“sure, you go ahead and I’ll be there in a second.”

…I go with option one.

I knew the boys would get there first so I’ve had more time to come up with some lame lie before I face them: one point to me. I slap on a brave face and a ridiculously wide smile in the hopes that it would distract them from what I have going on all over my clothes. taking a deep breath, I turn the final corner to enter the lair.

“hey bud!” mikey bursts through the rest of the guys and comes skipping towards me. I freeze and simply wait for him to see me in the light. “woah, what happened to you?”

after hearing mikey’s question, everyone starts to crowd in around me, thinking I had been hurt or something on the way here. to their surprise, I have no cuts or scrapes…just a bunch of different types of produce in my hair. they begin to mutter more questions but my mind is too hazy to hear them clearly, opting to stand there and stare into the space behind them. leo notices me zoning out pretty quickly and leads me to the seating area in the middle of the lair by my arm, the rest of the boys following with worry in their eyes.

I sit down on the couch; raph bends down in front of me, donnie sits on my right, mikey hangs over the back of the couch to lean on my left, and leo rests his hands on my shoulders from behind me.

“who did this to you? I’ll kill them, I’ll punch them into the ground I swear to god—“

“raph, calm down. we need to know what happened first before we start going haywire.” I’ve never seen donnie look so aggravated before. it looks like he secretly wants to join in with raph’s immediate anger instead of acting ‘rationally’ this time.

“no need for punching anyone or anything ha! I— uh— tripped while I was walking home and fell straight into a pile of garbage surrounding a dumpster. how clumsy of me ha! I’m so silly. I wasn’t watching where I was going and it was dark so…” my words trail off as I finally look directly at my friends. none of them are believing this story at all.

“tell us the truth, it’s alright. you’re safe here.” leo speaks with such a warm tone, it makes holding back my tears even harder than it already was.

“I’m fine! I promise I’m fine, really I just tripped!” I force my lips into a thin line, trying to twist them into some kind of smile, until mikey pokes at my cheek. I turn to him.

“please tell us what’s wrong.” is he giving me puppy eyes? damn it mikey…

I couldn’t push back my tears any longer and the flood gates exploded. I was in hysterics, sobbing so loudly it bounced off the walls of the lair. I couldn’t stop, each sob rippled through me and I felt like I couldn’t breathe. the boys cooed at me, all of them placing a hand somewhere on my body to ground me and to let me know that I’m not alone as I cried. they tried still asking me questions but I couldn’t get out any words, only heartbreaking whimpers left my mouth. they accepted their fate of silent sobs though and simply stayed beside me.

after a while, I’ve calmed down slightly, and I see the boys look at each other and nod in the corner of my blurry eyes. then, all of a sudden, raph and leo run off. they come back not long after with a basin of water, towels and some other things that I can’t quite see cradled in their large hands. my curiosity is answered in a split second though as the four begin to wipe away the dirt that covers me, still allowing me to ride out my cries in the meantime.

raph gets back into his bent position to gently clean my face, donnie and mikey clean down my arms, and leo starts to brush my hair the best that he can. it must be a brush that april keeps here at the lair, since I don’t think I’ve left one here before.

they continued like this - softly wiping and rinsing - until they were sure that they had done all they can do to rid me of this sticky mess, and until I was able to stabilise my breathing and speak somewhat clearly again.

“april is going to be mad that you got ketchup on her hairbrush,” I say lowly between hiccups. leo laughs and assures me that the brush is perfectly fine; no need to worry.

it is silent (apart from the sound of my sniffling) while they put down their tools and clear them away from the couch, until donnie speaks, “we don’t want to push you to talk but we are here to listen if you want to.”

maybe it is finally time to talk about it. as much as I don’t want to, I think I need to. I’m always the one with a bright smile and cheery attitude but I need to let that go for now. I need comfort, and I need to admit that to myself - even if it’s for this singular moment.

I begin to explain the story of the date and how it went terribly wrong - just the vital details to build the story rather than adding my feelings about it. being vulnerable like this isn’t my strong point so I need to prepare myself to talk about that part with truth and from the heart.

I can see the pure rage in raph’s eyes as he sits in front of me, his teeth grinding together and a low growl coming out of him. he goes to say something but donnie stops him with a hand on his shoulder. he gives red a pat and he seems to understand what he is signalling, inhaling and exhaling with his eyes closed before fixing his posture to listen to me again.

“you know, I don’t know if I want raph to rough up him or rough up me at this point,” I let out a laugh to try and soften the atmosphere but the expressions of the boys tell me that it didn’t work. they look confused; sad. “a good rough up might fix whatever is wrong with me, because it’s obviously me. look at me! why else would he have made plans to humiliate me like that? what do I need to punch into shape - the way I look? the way I act?” I laugh again with the same intent as earlier despite knowing that it is going to do nothing to lessen the impact of my words.

“did he specifically make you feel like that?” raph says through gritted teeth, “that you’re not good enough?”

“no, I guess I’ve been feeling that way for a while. he just made it worse - a lot worse.” my eyes start to burn again with more tears. I’m surprised I’m not dehydrated yet.

mikey grabs my face in his hands, his eyes also look clouded with tears, “you are so beautiful. really, you are. I remember when I first saw you I was like ‘woah, they’re even prettier than the humans I see on tv!’ you don’t need to change anything about the way you look, I can tell you that for sure.”

“nor do you need to change anything about your personality or how you act,” donnie chimes in. “why do you think we like you so much? you’re awesome! you’re smart, kind, caring, plus you treat us like we’re golden and we’re literally in the sewers right now,” we all giggle at the last statement he makes.

leo pats me on the head, signally me to look up towards him, “you are the greatest friend we could have ever asked for, and if we need to remind you of that more then we will. you deserve to feel that you’re worthy and loved and I can tell you with certainty that you are when you’re here with us. there’s no need to hide from us, we’ve got you’re back.”

raph grabs my hand, “and seriously, if you want us to go and talk to that guy we will.”

“raph!” the others shout. I laugh at the slight panic hiding in their voices - it’s fully directed at their brother and his fists.

“what?! I said talk not bash into the ground so what do you want from me?!”

#inbox friends #oracleact chats #tmnt #tmnt x reader #tmnt imagine #2012 tmnt #2012 tmnt x reader #tmnt leo x reader #tmnt raph x reader #tmnt donnie x reader #tmnt mikey x reader

[red-pill-blue-pill]

Never have I ever (drabble)

Pairing: Javier Peña x gn!reader

Summary: just a tiny cutesy drabble. My fav trope: friends to lovers.

Warnings: fluffy fluff.

Word count: 1500

A/N: I'm rusty af and I had no inspiration whatsoever but I've been wanting to write Javi for some time so here you are. Proofread but you know how that goes. Hope you like it!

“C’mon just tell me!” he threw at you the cushion he had carefully tucked under his head at the beginning of the night. It hit you square in the face and you huffed.

“I don’t want to, it’s embarrassing!” you said throwing the cushion back at him. He caught it midair and smiled triumphantly at you. 

You were laying on his couch opposite of each other. His arm rested over your legs as he held his half empty glass of whiskey. You had been playing never have I ever for the last half hour and since you basically knew everything about each other the questions were getting weirder by the second. 

Never have I ever puked while getting laid.

“That’s the whole point of this game, silly! C’mon I promise I won’t laugh.” He patted your leg encouragingly as he shamelessly lied. You knew Javi and there was no way in hell he would miss the opportunity to have a good laugh at your expense. 

You sighed while placing the glass on the coffee table and propped yourself back on your elbows. “Okay, this was a long time ago...” he smiled reassuringly, urging you to continue. “I was getting down to business with my date after prom. As you can imagine I was absolutely wasted, it was prom after all. Anyway, I was about to go down on him so I pulled his pants down and… oh God…” blush started to creep up your face.

“I don’t really know when was the last time he had showered, cause I’m telling you, that wasn’t normal.” his eyes widened and he covered his mouth trying to stifle a laugh. You narrowed your eyes at him “it reeked! and I just… I couldn’t stop myself and I puked all over him.” you managed to pull a small smile trying to hide your embarrassment. It was stupid, really. Javier knew everything about you, he had to endure your hour long rants after shitty hookups so it wasn’t like you shied away from talking about sex. This time, however, it felt completely different.

He stared at you in shock. “You puked all over him?”

Your smile widened out of pure nervousness and you nodded “I puked all over him.”

He couldn’t help the cackle that bursted through his mouth. He grabbed his sides while letting a laughing fit take control of his body. 

“You said you wouldn’t laugh!” you said grabbing at his legs and tickling him, unable to stop the smile spreading on your own face. “¡Malo!”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” he said wiping the few tears that had fell down his face. “Dios mío, it's the most embarrassing story I’ve ever heard. What did you do after?”

“He screamed at me and I got the hell out of there.” you shrugged. “I guess I was a bit of an asshole.”

“He was the asshole! should’ve showered before prom.” he laughed reassuringly at you. “His loss really.”

You chuckled in agreement and stared silently at him while he reached for the whiskey bottle to refill your glass. The domesticity of it all filled your heart. You really loved him. It was difficult not to fall for Javier and, despite being almost sure he didn’t see you as anything more than his best friend, it was impossible for you to stay away from him. For you, in a sense, he was home. You cherished the fact that he had let you in, let you witness the warmth he carried inside, shown you that he was capable of softness after all. It was a privilege only you and Steve had and there was no way in hell you were giving that up.

"Penny for your thoughts." He said sipping on his whiskey, clearly noticing the fact that you were blatantly staring at him. His hand came to rest on your ankle, drawing small circles with his thumb. Fuck Javi and his constant need of physical contact.

Your eyes snapped to his, so deep and dark you felt shy all of a sudden under his questioning stare and for a split second you feared he was able to read your mind. You reached for your glass and took a big gulp, hoping alcohol would inspire a better answer other than “nothing”.

"Oh, I was- I mean…” blush returned to your cheeks and he smiled softly at you. That damn dimple. You sighed before blurting. “I was just thinking about you.” Your voice came out small, shy, and you hoped he hadn’t heard you.

But he did, of course he did, and he hummed as he started running his hand up and down your calf. “and what about me, cariño.” His smile seemed cheeky but you could see the fondness in it. The pressure on your chest was getting unbearable, his deep stare combined with his touch was setting your skin on fire and you could hear you heartbeat thrumming in your ears. You shouldn’t have said anything.

Your fight or flight instincts kicked in. 

Flight, definitely flight. 

You stood up, letting his hand fall onto the couch, and downed the rest of the glass. “About how stinky you are.” you scrunched your nose. “It’s gettin’ late so I think I’m gonna get going.” 

You tried to ignore his confused stare as he sat up and watched you place your glass on the sink. “Are you okay? Weren’t you staying the night?” he made his way to the kitchen and stopped at the door frame, stepping aside to let you exit. 

“Yeah Javi, don’t worry. It’s just– I don’t feel well” you said as you walked past him, avoiding eye contact at all costs. Well done, not suspicious at all.

“Listen, if this is about the story, I’m sorry for pressuring you to tell me. I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable.” His hands were now on his hips as he watched you put your shoes on, clearly not convinced by your excuses. 

“I’m feeling a bit funny, that’s all” you smiled weakly at him “I’ll make myself some tea when I get home, see if it calms my tummy.” Why did he have to be so fucking insistent. 

He reached to grab your arm softly, giving you the possibility to let go if you wanted, but you didn’t. “You and I both know lying is not one of your strengths.” he chuckled but his eyes remained serious. “What’s going on, cielo. You can tell me.”

Fuck him and his stupid pet names.

There was no way you could lie your way out of this one. The prospect of fucking this friendship up and not having Javier in your life was completely paralyzing. It was something you couldn’t afford to lose. Not now, not ever. Still, you couldn't keep running away from reality. This was something that was meant to happen sooner or later. 

In a surge of courage you looked up at him and met his eyes, your face still tinted with a reddish hue. The tenderness that swirled in his gaze knocked the air out your lungs. His hand travelled upwards until he cupped the side of your face, gently gracing your cheekbone with his thumb. He knew, he fucking knew. His stupid grin, the expectation in his eyes. Maybe he really could read your mind, or maybe it turns out you weren't as subtle as you thought and it had been written on your face all along. He inched closer and whispered “I just want to hear you say it.” 

You hesitated, the thought of him messing with you crossed your mind for a second but you quickly pushed it away. 

“I– I think I’m in love with you.” you gulped as his eyes studied your face with adoration. 

“You think?” he smiled cheekily. His breath ghosted over your face. “C’mon cariño, I’m gonna need more than that.” 

You huffed and shook your head in disbelief. Anxiety had died down by now, the only remnants were the butterflies that swirled violently in your stomach. “You’re a pain in the ass, Javier, you know that?” a big smile spread on your face. 

He laughed and whispered “I know, you tell me often.” his brow furrowed “Quite often actually…”

“Shut up."  you placed your hands on his chest and felt his heartbeat thumping wildly against your palms. "I’m in love with you.”

He looked up and mumbled “gracias a Dios” before pressing his lips to yours. It was soft, almost shy, so unlike Javier’s general confident demeanor. Before he could pull away you grabbed the collar of his shirt and smashed your lips against his again, hoping he would stop holding back. The kiss was sloppy this time. He lapped hungrily at your mouth, swallowing your whimpers as you clung to his shoulders. His teeth bit and sucked briefly on your bottom lip before pulling away. 

"Fucking finally" he said as he leaned his forehead against yours trying to catch his breath. "I love you too. I've been loving you for a long time now I just didn't want to ruin whatever we had going on."

Your heart swelled at his words, a small chuckle escaping your mouth. "Well, thank god you got me to confess then.” 

He smiled and slid his hands down your body, resting them on the curve of your ass and giving it a playful squeeze. "So... does this mean you’ll stay the night?" 

#javier peña x reader #javier peña x you #javier peña angst #javier peña fluff #javier peña x y/n #javier peña #javier pena fic #javier pena fanfiction #narcos fanfiction #narcos fic #javier pena

[kryptonitejelly]

listen listen listen, so Flyboy Jake and Reader have known each other since highschool right? SO, in my head, they ended up being each other's prom dates mainly because everyone just expected them to, and also because they wouldn't want to spend that night with anyone else. Cue cheesiness and them leaving prom early because prom obviously blows and getting burgers or pizza at a small 24 hr diner.

Oooh this can be linked to this drabble!

Context: Flyboy (high school flyboy! - they are in their last year here, so 18! i won’t write them together any younger than that)

“Mindy keeps glaring at me,” you mutter under your breath to Jake, as you peak over his shoulder, before attempting to shrink yourself behind him, “why is she glaring at me when she dumped you,” you mutter to which Jake only shrugs.

“No idea,” he says, watching as you attempt to slide yourself away from her view by using his body as a cover. His gaze traces over your bare shoulder which is in direct line of sight - god, if only he could just bend down, and press his lips against your skin.

“Let’s get out of here?” His thoughts are interrupted by your face coming into view, eyes pleading, doe eyed and innocent, and Jake can’t say anything but yes. He wasn’t that interested in prom anyway, to be frank, all he was interested in, he had found, was spending prom with you. It was why he had broken up with Mindy Taylor in advance of prom, and told you that she had dumped him.

He knew, you both did, that everyone had expected you and Jake to turn up to prom together. Frankly speaking, so had you both - but his little ill timed fling with Mindy Taylor, which had begun after she had grabbed onto him after one football game and kissed him silly, was an impediment to that. It wasn’t that Jake liked Mindy all that much - but you weren’t interested in him, and Jake was still just an 18 year old boy; so Jake did what he had to, broken up with Mindy in advance of prom, and asked you. He had however, spun the story a little differently, telling you that she had broken up with him - knowing that hearing that he had broken up with her would have put you into a guilt spiral, potentially also causing you to reject his ask to prom.

“Burgers?” He asks, “I’m starving.”

“Please,” Jake watches your eyes light up as you nod, and he swears he feels his heart start to beat faster.

-

“This is better than prom,” you groan as you sink your teeth into the greasy burger, juices from the patty dripping down the side of your lips. Jake gulps, as he watches the trickle, the sight of your expression blissed out from the burger, his suit jacket over your shoulders, doing something to his teenage brain.

“You’ve got something right,” Jake can’t help himself, his hands moving before his brain as he reaches forward to swipe the trickle from the corner of your lip with his thumb, “here,” he says, before bringing the pad of his thumb to his own mouth, sucking it clean.

“Thanks Jakey,” is all you say, with a small smile, more occupied with dabbing the side of your mouth with the back of your hand, entirely oblivious to the flash in his eyes - entirely unaware of what you were doing to him.

“Should have just skipped prom entirely huh,” Jake clears his throat, gathering himself as he watches you take another bite from your burger.

“Should have,” you agree, groaning again happily, as you sink your teeth into the bun.

Jake clenches his fist beneath the table - he was a goner.

#flyboy #flyboy drabble #flyboy universe #high school flyboy #jake seresin #jake seresin x reader #jake seresin x you #jake seresin x y/n #jake seresin imagine #jake hangman seresin #jake hangman seresin imagine #jake hangman seresin x reader #jake hangman seresin x you #jake hangman seresin x y/n #hangman seresin #hangman seresin imagine #hangman seresin x you #hangman seresin x reader #hangman #hangman imagine #hangman x reader #hangman x you #jake hangman x you #jake hangman x reader #top gun maverick #top gun imagine #not cm

[a-spacecadet]

~My thoughts on JFK’s character assassination from S2~ 

Okay finally writing this all out!

(Sorry, these are all the negative things I have to say, my positive impressions will have to be another post) 

First off, I really love jfk, in both seasons. Are they the same guy? Not really. One person on here on Tumblr made the comment that s2 jfk is the jfk in the mirror. Headcanon accepted! XD

So, why is he out of character in the 2nd season? First off, he’s a genuinely nice guy, which is waaaaayyy different than how he acted in s1, even at the end. He definitely had some growth and development in s1, but even in the last ep he was still punching other dudes, had 5 different girls as his prom dates, and made jokes of his rival Abe (although at this point it was a bit justified, but anyways…) All in all, he’s not a bad person per-se, but he’s definitely still a 16-year-old teenager. 

So in s2, after what is only ONE NIGHT OF SLEEP for him, his personality has a huge change. He doesn’t bully other boys (like Confucius, a social-media obsessed teen with a weird sense of fashion), he’s loyal and loving to ONE girlfriend (never had the first show really established that he loved Joan in that way), he’s no longer antagonistic, and is rather quieter and less crude. (I say less crude because although he still makes sex jokes, other students are shown that they DO find them funny and his jokes tend to not be misogynist like they were in s1). 

I actually like that jfk has changed and become a better person, I think that’s great, he’s maturing! But when? When does this happen? When he slept overnight in the meat locker? Nothing indicates that he would have a reason to change. (Some argue his love for Joan, but again, this seemingly came out of the blue).  Speaking of his love for Joan, I’ve seen some great fanfics add context to s1 in how he really was in love with her, but the show itself really doesn’t indicate this at all. 

*Side tangent to expound on this!* Did he have crush on John Darc (really Joan)? Yeah, but really for no other reason than his boyish instinct (or Kennedy sense as he calls it lol) detected a hot girl!! He liked John Darc because he’s attracted to hot women, not Joan specifically. Also, he doesn’t seem to follow up his crush with her after the episode because I really don’t think he was interested in her other than the fact that she’s a pretty lady. Of course, I think this comes back full circle when we get to the finale, when Joan believes she has to dress up like a slut in order to be considered pretty… which is why jfk says he likes her when she’s just being herself. Because he knows she’s been “a knock-out Betty” this whole time, unlike that “chowder-head Lincoln.” However, not being dense like good ol’ Abe to realize Joan is stunning as she is… doesn’t quite equal the “love of his life.” OF COURSE he likes her, because she’s a babe! But her being a babe doesn’t indicate that he’d suddenly have a massive character change to be dedicated and loyal to her!! *Side tangent over*

Specific changes that I noticed that were off: 

“I like boobies and butts! Any shape or uh, size.” No, no he doesn’t. Why would his opinion from s1 (“You know my policy, no fatties!”) Suddenly change? Ofc I’m glad he’s no longer fat-phobic, but why?

“Your fourth string kicker won’t let you down!” What? What happened to being captain of the football team? “El capitan of the futbol team?” Winning the track meets? Being overall a competent athlete? 

“I let all my male friendships fade away!” Okay, this one is tricky. JFK really did lose Ponce, and he did in fact end up losing Gandhi even if he wasn’t aware of it. HOWEVER, s1 suggested he was one of the popular kids at school, you’re telling me he had no other friends? Like, not even Julius Cesar who was very often seen with him? Also, s2 does not even mention Ponce (unfortunately) which may have been used as a very good excuse for jfk to be so upset. (Right now, JFK’s tears in s2 ep 2 from missing Ponce only exist in headcanon).

“I’m afraid Joan is the love of my life and I’m not good enough for her!” See my side tangent, but also, why is he suddenly so insecure? One of his traits in s1 was his confident swag.

“Woah, I’ve never had anyone turn me down before…but that’s okay!” I mean, not usually, if he wasn’t asking FREAKING JOAN. The same Joan that was known for kicking, hitting, smacking, and punching him for every little advance he made towards her. He should know better at this point? Even if he did successfully sleep with her, I can’t imagine he’d really be that surprised she told him no, or as she said in the show “let me think about it.” 

His crying. He cries SO much in s2. But didn’t he cry in s1 as well? I can hear you asking. Yes, but he cried specifically in ep 10 because HIS BEST FRIEND TRAGICALLY AND SUDDENLY DIED.  Also, the reason the “Litter” ep is so funny is because up until that point we’ve never seen jfk so upset and distraught before, he’s genuinely weeping and mourning and we’ve NEVER seen this side of him, nor will we again. But in s2, he cries about everything! He’s literally the depressed loser crying in the freaking bathroom cause he “has no friends”! I guess I wouldn’t have minded as much if it didn’t literally make him look like a crybaby. Even in s1 he cried a bit at the notion of losing Cleo, but he wasn’t known for that. 

“Your lips are like a fine chalice of…uuuuhhh, wEt sTUfF!!” Heatstroke jfk was pretty funny, but it also highlighted another change. He’s freaking STUPID in s2. I’m not saying he was particularly “smart” in s1, but he definitely wasn’t the dumb “hurr durr” kinda idiot he is in s2. The one time I think jfk came across as actually dumb in s1 is when he thought Ponce was a genie, but tbh that was more sad than him being just plain dumb. Other things like talking to his reflection or his weird accent were more like quirks, not indicating that’s he stupid. He aced his PXJT test for crying out loud! (“Did you see me on that test Cleo? I smoked it! I can’t wait to see my time.”)

Wanting to be like his clone father. Back to his accent, I genuinely believe he is trying to do an impression (albeit bad) of the real JFK, he’s not talking like that because he has an actual speech impediment. Also, being faithful to Joan also doesn’t work on another sense because he thinks the real JFK was “a macho womanizing stud who conquered the moon!” and I think clone jfk was trying to live up to his legacy by being a womanizer, something not seen at all in s2.

“Woah a little spaceship! I’m gonna go chase it!” Another thing that bothered me is that he really does act like a golden retriever in s2. He’s been reduced to nothing more than a cute puppy dog, a plot device for Joan, a wholesome himbo who’s dumb but well-meaning, and overall BORING.

The only thing on his mind is sex. Like, really? Literally everything that comes out of his mouth in s2 has something to do with sex, much to Joan’s annoyance and part of the reason she broke up with him. S2 tries to make it seem that jfk is very shallow and has no hobbies or interests, but that is NOT TRUE! He loves sports, watching (“But you usually watch SportsCenter up in your room baby” - Wally) and playing them, he cares about his appearance and knows a bit about fashion (hey, his efforts to help Gandhi resulted in the dude becoming instantly popular), he records his own music! HE SINGS AND HAS HIS OWN STUDIO! He likes cool cars and drag racing! He likes throwing parties!! There’s more to his character than just sex!! 

Okay, that’s most of it. 

Of course, I will also mention the obvious (that others have already pointed out) he went from genuinely hilarious to slightly obnoxious and annoying.

TLDR: he’s turned from a macho womanizing stud, a confident chad, a jerk with soft side, a man of swag and style, to…an insecure crybaby, a boring “nice guy” who’s also a huge idiot.

To end, I still love JFK, even in s2. I appreciate the cute moments he has, and ignoring lack of time for character development I like that he’s trying to be a better person and that’s he’s matured. I could talk about all the things I did like about him in s2, but that will have to wait another day haha. 

#long post #I finally got this off my chest ahh!! #clone high #clone high season 2 #clone high s2 #clone high jfk #clone jfk #jfk #ch jfk #jfk clone high #roxi's rambles

[xoxoxoz]

hiii how are you? :) i hope you’re doing welll ! ngl but im missing your updates a lot :( hope to hear from u again !

— jeemin anon :D

Omgggg hi Jeemin anon😭🫶🏼

I’m so sorry, I was stacked with studies the past week because of my exams.

Here’s a draft I kept. Just for you🩷🩷

Bang Jeemin x F!Reader

📝: Jeemin broke up with you the night before prom after a terrible argument, and your new prom date stood you up. You deemed it was the worst moment of your life, but Jeemin decided to return in order to fix what she started.

⚠️: lovers to strangers to lovers, a bit angsty, happy ending

You looked up from your cup for the nth time and looked at the opened gymnasium doors with hope, thinking Sunghoon would be come running in.

Yet it wasn’t.

Your heart grew heavier by the minute and your friends came to check on you again after spending a few minutes with their own prom dates. Moka held Chanelle’s hand while she rubbed your shoulder.

“Y/n, he’s not coming” Moka whispered.

You fiddled with the empty red cup in your hands and sighed knowing that she was right.

“He wasn’t worth it anyways. You look like an absolute 10 tonight” Chanelle commented to cheer you up but all you could give was a half smile.

“I knew he’d bail. He’s a dickhead” Yunah scowled which earned her a nudge from Jiwoo.

“Watch your language, Noh Yunah”

“But I’m serious! I’ve warned him to not hurt Y/n and he did anyways. I’m giving him a piece of my mind later”

You turned around to face them, tears already streaming down your face. “I’ll be okay…”

“I’m sorry about Jeemin, Y/n…” Jiwoo sighed.

The name alone gave you terrible flashbacks from the previous night when Jeemin decided to end the relationship after a disagreement she had with you. She had opened up that she received a scholarship to leave Seoul and pursue her Uni studies in Australia but you weren’t willing to accept a long distant relationship. Jeemin even insisted on having you move with her but leaving your hometown just like that didn’t seem so easy.

That’s when Sunghoon decided to step in as your prom date but he didn’t even pick you up, let alone arrive at the event. It felt like your world was falling apart.

“This night couldn’t get any worse, could it?” You sniffled and accepted the tissue Jiwoo prepared.

Moka looked up and her eyes suddenly widened, shaking Chanelle’s hand to gain her attention on the same thing. “No way..”

Yunah looked too and a smile slowly crept up her lips.

You finished wiping you tears, in hopes that it didn’t totally ruin your makeup. But then a heart warming voice filled your ears.

“You look so beautiful, Princess”

You spun around so fast, it almost gave you whiplash. Jeemin stood in front of you, wearing a black dress that matched your white one and her smile made your ears turn red. “Jeemin?”

Jiwoo signalled for the others to leave with her, allowing you to have some privacy with the taller girl.

“What are you doing here?” You asked in a tone of anger. “Aren’t you supposed to be catching your flight to Australia or something?”

Jeemin looked down with shame. “I cancelled it.”

“What?”

Her eyes returned to you. “Look, I know you’re still mad at me and you have every right to. That night we argued, I thought you’d be happier for me that I even received that scholarship because I’ve told you about my dream so many times. Then once I got home, I realised how stupid I was for focusing so much on my own happiness that I forgot to prioritise our relationship first”

You crossed your arms and looked away but Jeemin was quick to grab your chin and face her again. “Please look at me, pretty girl. I’m so sorry for fighting. I should’ve thought about your feelings first, and I promise I won’t let this happen again in the future. Give me that chance to love you properly and keep you as mine”

Jeemin’s hand moved from your chin to your cheek and you immediately leaned into her warm touch as more of your tears began to fall.

“Don’t cry please, Y/n”

“No I should be sorry, Jee. You’ve been dreaming of this for so long, why should I stop you from achieving it? I was just so worried about what would happen to us and I keep predicting the worst” you cried into her arms.

Jeemin held you close and stroked your hair like she usually did to comfort you. “If dropping this scholarship means being with you forever, then so be it. My happiness is always with you and I wouldn’t have it any other way”

“No Jeemin, I have a better idea” you said and looked up at her. “Take the scholarship and I’ll go with you”

“Y/n you don’t have to do that”

“No I mean it. It’ll be a big step for me to make the sudden decision but as long as I’m by your side, I know everything will work out in the end”

The taller suddenly captured your lips, her hands resting on your sides lovingly. You were quick to accept her kiss and it felt like forever since you last tasted them but you were happy to know that your night got better.

You got your girl back and you weren’t going to let her slip away.

Jeemin pulled away and rested her forehead against yours. “Be mine again, Y/n. We’ll be okay this time, I swear it”

“You’re the only person I want Bang Jeemin. My future pharmacist” You giggled as you touched noses.

“And you’re my one and only…future nurse” She replied sweetly.

“Wait but how about your flight? Won’t you miss it?”

Jeemin shook her head. “I’ll email them and ask if we can fly over next week instead. I have my ways, baby”

You allowed her to rest her chin in your head. “Alright I trust you. My night was going crappy”

“Oh I know. The moment I cancelled my flight, I drove to your house to talk but Yunah called me to say that some dude stood you up at the prom so I got dresssed and came here as soon as I could”

“Thanks for saving me—“

“Yo you’re just gonna steal my date like that?” Sunghoon appeared, grabbing your waist to pull you into his arms.

“Get your hands off my girlfriend”

“Yeah right. She wouldn’t have accepted my promposal if you were”

Jeemin clenched her fists. “You stood her up anyways, dickhead. You may have been her prom date, but she’s been my girl for 4 years, so back off”

“Tsk, let’s get away from this chick, Y/n” Sunghoon scoffed.

You surprised him with a hard punch to the jaw, making him fall on his ass. You dusted off your dress before returning into Jeemin’s arms. “There’s a lot of things wrong with you Sunghoon. Go fix it before trying to woo another girl. You messed with the wrong one”

“That’s my girl” Jeemin smirked and kissed your temple. “Let’s enjoy our night, Princess”

“Gladly”

As you and Jeemin walked away, Sunghoon was still processing the punch as he touched his bleeding lip. Yunah, Jiwoo, Chanelle, and Moka reappeared around him like a cage, staring him down like a prey.

Sunghoon looked around cautiously, fear evident in his eyes. “U-Uh…”

“While our little Y/n-ie goes to enjoy her night, we’re gonna give you a lesson for ruining it in the first place” Moka chuckled sarcastically and cracked her knuckles.

“You promised me you wouldn’t hurt her, Sunghoon” Yunah growled, scaring the boy even more.

“W-Wait a second”

They in fact did not wait a second.

And spent the remainder of the night beating his ass.

#r u next x reader #r u next? #gxg #kpop #wlw #bang jeemin #bang jeemin x reader

[cazperx-x]

GARETH FIC INSPIRED BY TEENAGE DIRTBAG BY WHEATUS I BEG

I LOVE THAT SONG SO MUCH RGUTHIFK the remix is literally my ringtone 😭

Teenage Dirtbag

Gareth x fem!reader

918 words, no warnings im pretty sure, she/they pronouns used throughout

💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕🥁💀💀🥁💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕

Cause I’m just a teenage dirtbag baby…

“Gareth! Emerson! Earth to Emerson helloooo?” Jeff was smirking while waving his hand in front of the fluffy haired boy's face. 

“Huh? Yeah I’m paying attention.” The boy in question muttered, his cheeks now tinted red. 

Gareth was once again caught staring at the popular table, full of people who shoot balls into laundry baskets as Eddie called it. 

Well not at the table specifically. More like someone sitting at the table. With their dickhead boyfriend. Who just had to play the previously mentioned shoot balls into laundry baskets game. 

“Uh-huh. Sure you were. Anyway, I was talking about how Y/N and Andy were caught arguing behind the school yesterday and-”

“What?!” Gareth whisper screamed, now clearly invested in the story. 

“Ha! Knew you were looking over at Y/N’s table again.” Jeff chuckled. 

“You need to get over your little crush Gareth, not to be the reality fairy but there's no way they even know you exist.” Eddie said, before rolling his eyes. 

Gareth ignored Eddie and turned to Jeff. “So were you lying about Y/N and Andy having relationship issues?” Gareth frowned, secretly hoping the relationship would turn to shit so he could swoop in and act as a knight in shining armor. Maybe just in time for prom.

“No actually. Apparently they were arguing in that alleyway outside during basketball practice. Y/N seemed pissed. Apparently they were arguing about how Andy never wants to do shit they want too, how they have completely different interests, etc.” 

“Gareth, If you care so much why don’t you just talk to Y/N and, I dunno save them from the evil force that is highschool jocks?” Eddie questioned. 

Fuck, it was a very good question. 

“Well even if I was on Andy's radar he’d kick my ass. Simple as that.”

“And he won’t after you quote unquote get the girl?” Eddie tilted his head, poking holes in Gareth’s very flimsy logic. 

And on that note, lunch was over. 

Oh well, it didn’t exactly help Gareth’s mood. But he did catch himself smiling while you and Andy were screaming at each other in the gym. 

~~~~~~

“Look Chrissy, really nothing against you, you're amazing, but sitting at the basketball and cheerleader table makes me want to vomit.” You sighed, turning to the one cheerleader who even bothered acknowledging your existence ever since you started sitting with Andy.

You and Chrissy often joked Andy could win the worst boyfriend of the year award, although you had doubts he wouldn't lose to Jason. You kept those to yourself though. 

“No offense taken.” Chrissy smiled. “If you hate it so much, why don’t you just sit somewhere else?” She asked. 

You sighed again. “Andy.” You muttered. 

It was the week before prom, and you were thanking the heavens Andy decided to skip today. 

“You don’t like him that much either.” Chrissy chuckled. “Why don’t you just call it quits? Don’t you have your heart set on another boy anyway?” 

“Well yeah, but I doubt he even knows who I am, unless you count ‘Andy’s new girlfriend who won't even last a month’. After all, I’m just a teenage dirtbag, and he’s Gareth the great.” 

“Wouldn’t he qualify as more of a teenage dirtbag than you?” 

“Well- I don’t even know anymore.”

“I have an idea.” Chrissy smiled. 

“Does it involve breaking up with Andy and getting the boy of my dreams?”

“Yep.” She giggled. 

“I’m in.” 

~~~~~~

“There's no way I’m going to prom. First off it’d be depressing as hell to show up without a date, and second off I'd probably end up watching Andy and Y/N be all coupley and shit.” Gareth groaned. 

Eddie looked taken aback. 

“You’re telling me you don’t know?”

“Know what?” Gareth looked at the dungeon master confused. 

“Y/N broke up with Andy this morning. He’s pissed, apparently he stormed out of the school.” Eddie chuckled. 

“Yeah, Nancy said she heard him fuming about how he has no date to prom now.” Dustin chimed in. 

“Maybe prom night’ll be your chance?” Jeff questioned

“I mean, can we be too sure though? Y/N still doesn’t even know I exist-” Gareth stuttered, trying to come up with an excuse to not go. 

“Well either way I’m making you go with me, if my mom finds out I’m going alone or all my friends have dates she’ll probably try to set me up with the neighbor. “ Jeff groaned. 

Great. Now there was no way for Gareth to get out of this. 

~~~~~

“Are you sure about this Chrissy?” You nervously asked, standing outside the gym doors on prom night. 

“Yes. And if he says no, we can always leave and eat ice cream at my place.” Chrissy smiled. 

“Remember, you got this okay? Confidence is key.” 

“Yep, I got this. “ You said, before walking into the gym. 

Now or never you figured. 

~~~

Welp, here he was. 

Prom night, alone by the punch table. 

Just before he was about to find Jeff and tell him he was leaving, he saw something that made his lip start to shake. 

You. Walking towards him. 

This has to be fake, a dream or a cruel prank or something- how do you even know who he is?

“Gareth, right?” 

The boy nodded frantically.

“I've got two tickets to Iron Maiden, baby. Come with me Friday, don't say maybe. I'm just a teenage dirtbag, baby, like you.” You smiled, a genuine, real smile. 

“What time?”

~end!~

#i love this song so much thanks for the anon #im gonna start working on more either tonight or tomorrow #gareth emerson #gareth x reader #gareth emerson x reader #gareth stranger things #gareth emerson stranger things #gareth emerson stranger things x reader #gareth stranger things x reader #stranger things

[why-what-no]

HI AGAINNNNN , i keep getting ideas in my head thats why ive sent more than one request in a week

but basically another billy hargrove x reader (ive been obsessing over dacre montgomery recently) i want it to be based off of the quote “i always thought u were the most beautiful girl ive ever seen” and i want u to make up everything else, let ur imagination take over fully, thats all ask, thank you so so much dude, and im sorry for only sending billy request rn but i appreciate it lots 🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶

Prom?

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x Reader

Warnings: Swearing

Notes: Thanks for the request! I was getting bored today and was wishing for something to write. And don’t worry about only giving Billy request, I like writing them.

Prompt: “I always thought you were the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen.”

The strobe lights above Billy were a pale imitation of ones at clubs in Cali or house parties thrown by kids with rich parents, he thought wryly.

It was his prom, and while he hadn’t ever really thought about what his prom would be like, he had always thought it would be in California. Not in Hawkins, in their little gym class with students dancing along to Top 100 music.

There was a red plastic cup in his hand, filled with spiked punch. He took sips every so often, standing to the side of the room and watching his peers bittersweetly celebrating the last days of their childhood. He, on the other hand, was just relieved for his education to be over.

“Billy!” Tina stumbled over to him, clearly having had too much of the punch. “You wanna dance?” She asked, smiling up at him.

“Didn’t you come with John?” He asked her with a smirk and a raised eyebrow.

“Yeah. But he’s hanging out with the other guys. He won’t mind.”

Billy considered it, but… “Maybe later, Tina.”

He had planned to go to the prom alone for a while, reasoning that he could dance with more girls that way. (The fact that the girl he wanted to ask already had a date might have played a part in that as well). But now that he was here, he wasn’t really interested in any of the girls.

Well, except for one.

He saw her across the room, sitting at one of the tables. Alone, which surprised him. (Y/N) had mentioned to him that one of the guys on the basketball team had asked her out, so he had no idea why he was currently dancing with Tina and not with (Y/N). With her dress, makeup and hair done up all pretty, it was a surprise that her date wasn’t sitting with her all starstruck.

“Hey, sweetheart.” He sat down next to her, seeing the glum look on her face. “Not dancing with Daniel? Isn’t today supposed to be one of the best nights of your life or whatever?”

She scoffed. “Right back at you.” Sighing, she looked over at the jock. “He’s barely looked at me all night, I feel like it’s pretty clear he’s not interested in dancing.”

That surprised him, although not much. He knew what a dumbass prick Daniel was. In fact, it had taken all Billy’s self control not to tell her that when she had first told him she was going to prom with that guy.

“Well that’s pretty fucking stupid of him.” Billy said, a twinge of annoyance in his voice.

“You think that?”

“Yeah. Of course.”

“Shit. Maybe I should’ve gone with you.” She looked around. “Who’s the lucky girl, anyway?”

“I’m here by myself. So, I guess the lucky girl is you.”

(Y/N) laughed, reaching over to take a sip of his drink. “I guess so.”

He just looked at her. “Were you serious? About going with me?” He finally asked, his tone less joking then before.

“What happened to going alone?”

“Well. In my defence, I would’ve asked you but Daniel got there first.”

(Y/N) looked up at him, shock in her eyes. “That’s not funny.” She told him.

“Wasn’t joking. I actually…” He paused, wondering if he was actually going to say what he was thinking. Fuck it, he thought, might as well. “I always thought you were the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen.” He told her honestly.

“Really?” She was starting to smile, but a hesitant look still in her eye.

“Of course.” All he wanted was for her to know that he meant it. “Listen, I know it might be a little late for this, but.” Billy grinned at her. “You wanna go to prom with me?”

(Y/N) smiled for real this time. “Sure.” She responded, taking the hand he offered her as he lead her to the dance floor. Both of them ignoring Daniel, who was starting to look a little regretful of his decisions over the evening as Tina went back to her date and he was left all alone.

#stranger things #stranger things billy #billy hargove x reader #billy hargrove #stranger things x reader #billy hargrove imagine #stranger things imagine #my fics

[precious-little-scoundrel]

how is ida and rosie’s sex life given that ida was raped but rosie would technically also be her “first”?

and was maureen raped? i dont think she was like it wasn’t mentioned that i caught but then again maybe they all were? Can you go into detail about what maureen’s tortures/punishments were in the “prestigious female camp?”

Ah, ok, thank you for asking! I intend to remain nebulous in the actual fics except for a few specific blurbs. For two reasons:

In my opinion I think it feels more realistic to the times and helps it read more like a narrative of these women to not be graphically detailed. Except in the case of Ida who will give a detailed deposition, which will become a fic of its own.

Now, as I realize lots of readers may not wish to read those gruesome details, when I do write such things it’ll be in fairly isolated fics and so everyone won’t be missing anything besides those details -and a little Rosie x Ida backstory. I don’t think everyone would appreciate it being intermingled consistently.

Secondly: some of this trauma in story telling is better left vague to evoke general emotions, imo.

However, for asks? I love clarifying...

TW BELOW: RAPE, SEXUAL VIOLENCE

First off Maureen -yes, in my canon she was. Specifically mentioned that someone stood on her hands while someone else did it. Personally I like to think she scrapped hard and probably bit some fingers off. Perhaps she was considered too much trouble for repeat attacks. But yes, she was raped. And to keep accurate to those poor Soviet Female Officers, most of these girls probably were subjected to the same. Hence why the majority were asking Ida about accidental pregnancies from it.

Ida and Rosie— it’s better and worse in that this man knows everything that happened to her. Every gruesome detail, thanks to her deposition. It both gives her comfort and vulnerability around him, it instills in him heaps of patience and protectiveness. He’s a nurturing sort anyways, and he enjoys her companionship, you bet that he would be devoted to this woman even though it takes ages for her to be comfortable with much of anything.

I do think Ida becomes pretty enamored with kissing, she’s never done it before really and Rosie is no fumbling prom date, he’s a sensuous man who cherishes his plane’s wings -how much more the shell of his lover’s soul?! I think it’s many years before they fully consummate their marriage, there were times she thought she was ready and yet -never underestimate what can trigger trauma, even if your rational mind wants a thing, try telling that to your psyche. Rosie in many ways has a more realistic expectation of how long and slow it might take, and he’s willing to actively wait and love her through it.

Eventually they do have a happy and very deep sexual bond due to the very contrast of trauma and gentle specialness of Robert being her first.

#tw: rape #those who can #TWC asks

[fxckadoodledoomunson]

Prom Night |One-Shot|

Summary: With senior prom around the corner, you persuade Eddie to go with you, Jeff and Grant. But what happens he decides to take Chrissy?

Author’s Note: Inspired by an episode of Derry Girls. I also added the California gang as well.

Warning: swearing, smoking, alcohol and weed consumption, references to Carrie.

“Come on, Eddie,” Jeff begged the Dungeon Master. “You’re finally graduating. You’ve gotta come.”

“Why would I wanna dress up for some shitty formal dance?” Eddie retorted, as he leaned back on his chair.

“It won’t be the same without you, dude,” Grant replied.

“Besides, we don’t have dates, so we might as well go together,” you said as you put your arms around Jeff and Grant’s shoulders.

“But weren’t you asked by a couple of guys?” Lucas asked you before he sipped his drink.

“Yeah, but I turned them down. There was that Andy from the basketball team. I figured he was going to prank me, so I told him where to get off.”

“Wise choice,” Dustin said, giving you an approved look, as you took a bite of your crisp, before telling them, “Then there was Fred from The Weekly Streak. He was genuine but he seemed intimidated by me when he asked me.”

“Probably scared that you would hit him for asking you,” Mike joked.

You threw a bit of crisp at him, causing him to flinch.

You then turned to Eddie, asking him, “So, what do you say?”

Eddie shook his head, as he said, “I appreciate the thought, sweetheart. But I’m still not going.”

You and the two older boys groaned, before Jeff told him, “Look man, just because you can’t go with Chrissy Cunningham, it doesn’t mean that you have to miss out.”

Eddie massaged his forehead as Gareth said, “Besides, it’s not like she’s gonna waltz in and ask you to go with her.”

You sighed as you got up and placed your hands on his shoulders before assuring him, “Look, just because she’s going with Jason, it doesn’t mean she’s going to be joined at the hip with him all night. You can still have a chance to dance with her.”

“True,” Eddie replied, as he tilted his head.

“Plus, you two are friends, so it’s not like you’re a random creep to her.”

Eddie thought for a moment, before deciding, “Fine, I’ll go.”

The boys cheered, as you back hugged him.

Like you said to him, he can still have a dance with Chrissy.

Later on, before the Hellfire meeting, Eddie was going back inside after smoking his cigarette when he saw a teary-eyed Chrissy coming out of the girls’ toilets. He slowly went up to her, as he began to speak, “Chrissy?”

A sniffling Chrissy looked up and greeted him while putting on a fake smile, “Oh, hey Eddie.”

He put his hands in his pockets, as he asked, “You okay?”

Suddenly, Chrissy shook her head, as she burst into tears, covering her face.

“Hey, hey. What’s wrong?” Eddie softly asked as he put his hands on her shoulders.

Chrissy wrapped her arms around his waist, as she sobbed, “Jason dumped me for Marianne. And now he’s taking her to prom.”

“Oh I’m sorry, Chrissy,” Eddie cooed. “It’s his loss.”

Yeah, his loss, he thought, as he smirked. But it could be my gain.

As he gently pulled away from her, Eddie asked, “Listen, why don’t you go to prom with me?”

“With you?” Chrissy replied, as she wiped her tears.

“Well, I’m going with some of the Hellfire members anyway, so maybe we could all go together.”

“That’s sweet of you Eddie, but I don’t want to impose.”

“You won’t be. They’ll be cool with it.”

Later on, after the Hellfire meeting, Eddie told everyone about him taking Chrissy to prom. “What?!” The boys shouted.

“I’m taking Chrissy to prom, well...I told her that she can join us.”

The room was silent for a moment, before Gareth cackled, “You’ve gotta be bullshitting us.”

“It can’t be true,” Jeff said.

“Well,” Eddie began to speak, as he took out a piece of paper. “Do you call this bullshit?”

He handed the paper to you, revealing a leaflet for a new clothes store.

“That is where Chrissy suggested for me to go to get a suit,” Eddie explained. “If you guys don’t believe me, come with me to Starcourt tomorrow. We’re meeting outside of Scoops Ahoy.”

The older boys cautiously looked at each other, when you said, “I’ll go. I need to get a dress anyway.”

Eddie smiled at you, before turning to the guys and asked, “Gentlemen?”

The next day, the rest of Hellfire were waiting for Chrissy while you went to Scoops Ahoy with Erica, Will, Max and El, to get some ice cream. Eddie frantically looked at his watch, as Grant told him, “It’s a prank. I can feel it.”

“She’ll be here,” Eddie retorted.

A moment later, you and the kids came back with some ice cream cones. “Sorry it took so long,” you began to apologise, as you and Will gave everyone else their ice creams. You pointed at Erica as you continued to explain, “Erica kept asking for free samples.”

“Just checking the quality,” Erica retorted.

“Sure you were,” Lucas replied sarcastically as he, Mike and Dustin got up from their seats.

“Well, we’re gonna go see Short Circuit,” Dustin told you and the older boys.

“Have fun. See you later,” you replied, as the younger teenagers left.

You and Erica sat down between Eddie and Gareth, as Eddie was tapping his foot.

“Seriously dude! Stop!” Gareth yelled. “You’re making me nervous, and I’m not even going.”

“Don’t worry,” you said to Eddie, as you patted his shoulder. “She’ll be here.”

“I still can’t believe Carver dumped her for Marianne,” Jeff said. “Sure, she’s pretty, but she’s a total snob.”

“Well, she is Ex-Mayor Kline’s daughter,” Gareth answered.

“I wonder why Jason would choose her over Chrissy,” you replied, as you finished your ice cream. “Surely he doesn’t like Marianne that much. No one likes Marianne that much.”

A moment later, Chrissy came from around the corner and waved at Eddie, while calling his name.

Eddie grinned as he quickly stood up, and greeted her.

After she greeted you and the rest of Hellfire, you all made your way to the clothes store as Chrissy asked Eddie, “Have you been waiting long?”

“No, we just got here,” Eddie fibbed.

“Yeah, like half an hour ago,” Gareth retorted.

You smacked his arm, before telling Chrissy, “We’ve been looking after the younger members until they went to the movies with their friends.”

Chrissy smiled at you, as she replied, “Ah, okay.”

She turned to Erica, and said to her, “You must be Lucas’ little sister. I’ve seen you in the crowd at the games. He’s told me about you.”

“It better be all good,” Erica retorted.

“Have you got your dress yet? I need to get mine,” you told Chrissy.

“My mom reserved mine weeks ago, but I can pick it up after you pick yours,” Chrissy replied.

You turned to the boys, and told them, “We’ll see you guys in a bit.”

As you, Chrissy and Erica headed to the women’s department, the boys made their way to the men’s department.

A few moments later, you were in the changing rooms, trying on different dresses while Chrissy and Erica were browsing for some dresses for you.

You groaned after trying on the blue victorian style dress. “None of these suit me.”

Suddenly, you heard Erica’s voice from outside, as she called your name. You opened the curtain when Erica passed you a black dress with thin straps, telling you, “Try this.”

You thanked her as you took the dress from her and closed the curtain. You took off the previous dress and put it back on the hanger, before slipping on the black dress.

You smoothed it down, as you took a look in the mirror, taking in your reflection.

You spun yourself around, checking the back, before smiling at your reflection, saying to yourself, “Perfect.”

You checked the length of the dress, as you said, “Plus I can wear shorts underneath.”

You pushed the curtain and showed the girls the dress, asking, “What do you think?”

“Amazing,” Chrissy gushed.

“Crit-hit,” Erica replied, giving you the thumbs up.

After returning the other dresses, you went to pay for your dress, when you saw a blonde haired young woman arguing with the cashier.

“I want to try that dress!” The woman yelled, pointing at the pink short strapless dress.

“Is that...Marianne?” You asked Chrissy, recognising the woman’s voice.

“It sounds like it,” Chrissy replied unenthusiastically.

“And as I’ve said, it’s already been reserved,” the cashier replied.

“By who?”

Marianne leaned forward on the counter, reading the label, “Cunningham?!”

Chrissy raised her hand and told the cashier, “That’s my dress.”

Marianne turned and glared at Chrissy, as the cashier asked for a receipt.

Chrissy handed the receipt to the cashier, when Marianne told her, “I wanted that dress.”

“I’m sorry, but my mom reserved it for me weeks ago,” Chrissy replied. “You already took Jason from me, what else do you want to take?”

“Prom Queen,” Marianne spat. “I mean, you already took the Head Cheerleader position from me. So I deserve to be Prom Queen.”

“What makes you think that you deserve to be Prom Queen?” You asked her, as you folded your arms. “Just because you’re Larry Kline’s daughter, it doesn’t mean that you can get everything you want.”

Marianne obnoxiously cackled, before telling you, “You’re just saying that because you’re not nominated, freak.”

“Well, at least her or Chrissy dad’s aren’t in jail for fraud,” Erica interjected.

Marianne scoffed, “Okay, why is this kindergartener talking to me?”

“I’m eleven, you horse-faced snob,” Erica retorted, which made you and Chrissy stifle your laugh.

Marianne was about to explode, when the cashier interjected, “Sorry to interrupt your little prom drama, but we have customers to serve.”

Marianne looked at the queue and growled, before walking out of the store.

As Chrissy took her dress, you turned to Erica and giggled, “I honestly thought she was going to explode.”

As you paid for your dress, Chrissy said to Erica, “I can’t believe you said that to her.”

“I can,” you replied, as you took the suit carrier holding your dress.

“Just the facts,” Erica retorted.

A moment later, you three made your way to the men’s department when you spotted Jeff and Grant in tuxedos.

“Looking sharp boys,” you complimented them, when you noticed Eddie and Gareth was still looking at the suits. “Still haven’t found what you’re looking for, Eddie?”

“We’ve tried almost everything in the store,” Gareth replied. “And he can’t pick-“

“I can speak for myself, Emerson,” Eddie snapped. He rubbed the back of his neck, as he said, “Most of the suits are shit, and the ones I like are out of my price range.”

Suddenly, you noticed a brown two piece suit with a plain white buttoned shirt on the rack. You walked up to it, and checked the price tag, before calling to Eddie, “How about this, Eddie?”

He dashed towards you and examined it. He checked the tag, confirming that it was in his price range.

“Give it a try,” you told him, as you handed it to him.

A moment later, Eddie came out of the changing room, wearing the suit.

The boys were shocked by his appearance, in a good way.

“Eddie dude, you look good,” Jeff complimented him.

“I concur,” Grant responded, as Erica nodded in agreement.

“Oddly enough, it suits you,” Gareth told him.

“Really?” Eddie asked, as he looked at his reflection, with a grin on his face.

“Yeah, very handsome,” you said, when you suddenly felt your heart beating rapidly, as you gazed at him.

“Well...” Chrissy spoke up, with hesitation in her voice.

Eddie turned and looked at her, asking her, “What is it?”

“It’s nice, but I feel that you should wear something more...Colourful.”

“Colourful?” Eddie asked, furrowing his brows, as everyone looked at her with confusion.

“Yeah, like...” Chrissy looked around when she spotted a metallic blue two piece suit with a frilly white buttoned shirt and matching bow tie. She picked it up and show it to him, as she said, “This one.”

Everyone gaped at the outfit, as Gareth whispered to Jeff, “You’ve gotta be kidding.”

Eddie looked at the tag, with a grimace look in his face.

“Uh...Chrissy,” Eddie began to speak. “The suit’s...”

“Don’t worry about the price. I can pay for it,” Chrissy replied. “At least try it on.”

Seriously? You thought.

Eddie gazed at Chrissy batting her eyelashes, before hesitatingly told her, “Uh...okay.”

Another moment later, Eddie stepped out the changing room in the metallic blue suit.

Everyone else exchanged looks of shock, seeing their dungeon master in a bright suit, while Chrissy grinned.

“Well? What do you think?” Eddie asked everyone’s opinion.

While the boys were hesitant to tell him what they really thought when Erica bluntly said, “Nope.”

Eddie raised his eyebrows, as he asked, “Is it that bad?”

“Well-“ Erica was about to speak when you interjected. “It’s not that, it’s just...”

“What?” Eddie asked.

“It’s not...you.”

Eddie looked at himself in the mirror once more, and grimaced, when Chrissy chimed in, “Well I like it.”

Eddie turned around, as she went up to him, and straightened his bow tie.

“Really?” Eddie asked.

“Absolutely,” Chrissy replied, as she lightly patted his shoulder. “You like it, right?”

Eddie looked over to everyone else, as he stuttered, before gazing at Chrissy, who smiled at him.

Not wanting to upset her, Eddie grinned at her, as he lied, “I love it.”

“What?!” Erica exclaimed. “That’s bullsh-“

Gareth had clasped his hand over her mouth, not wanting to piss off Eddie.

As Erica slapped Gareth’s hand away, you silently looked at Chrissy gushing over Eddie in the horrendous suit, whilst shaking your head.

After Chrissy had paid for the suit, Eddie took the suit carrier from the cashier as he told Chrissy, “I appreciate that you bought it for me, but at least let me pay you ba-“

“There’s no need, Eddie,” Chrissy replied as you all left the store. “Think of it as a thank you for taking me to prom.”

As everyone was walking through Starcourt, Eddie offered to carry your suit carrier.

“Thanks,” you told him, as he took it off you. Suddenly, Chrissy noticed a barbershop and stopped, before asking Eddie, “Eddie, why don’t we go there?”

Eddie stopped, and stared at the barbershop, before telling her, “Uh, Chrissy. I’m pretty sure they don’t do haircuts for women-“

“No silly,” Chrissy giggled. “For you.”

Everyone gaped at her, as Eddie started stuttering, “W-well, I-I don’t-“

“Come on Eddie, I’ll pay for it.”

Eddie paused for a moment, before saying. “Just a trim, right?”

“I’m thinking more of...” Chrissy pointed at a picture of a guy with a haircut identical to Jason’s. “That.”

It’s bad enough she made him have that ridiculous suit, and now she wants him to be a clone of Jason? You thought to yourself.

“Come on,” Chrissy said as she was about to pull a nervous Eddie in when thankfully, Erica pulled him away, telling Chrissy, “Sorry, I need him to take me home. Curfew.”

Everyone else darted away from the barbershop, leaving a confused Chrissy alone, as she quietly said, “Oh...okay.”

A moment later, you and the others stood outside by Eddie’s van, panting.

“That was close,” Eddie said.

“Now I’m sure that this is definitely a prank,” Grant panted.

“Can you stop saying that?” Eddie growled. “Chrissy wouldn’t do that.”

“But you would be happy to let her dress you up as a Ken doll,” you blurted.

Everyone turned to you, as Eddie went up to you and asked, “What’s that supposed to mean?”

You sighed before telling him, “Look, I’m sure she had good intentions to help you getting stuff for prom, but letting her turn you into Jason’s clone? That’s crossing the line.”

“What?! That’s ridiculous.”

“I don’t know, man,” Gareth chimed in. “It’s strange that she chose that haircut instead of letting you decide.”

“That’s bullshit,” Eddie growled.

“No! What’s bullshit is that you’re changing your image for some girl,” you retorted.

“It’s just for prom, and Chrissy’s not some girl-“

“No, I forgot. She’s the girl you’ve been crushing on since middle school.” You spitefully said.

“What the hell’s got into you?” Eddie asked. “One minute you’re getting along with her and the next, you’re being a bitch. Are you jealous or something?”

“I just don’t like that she’s trying to change who you are.” Suddenly, you grabbed one of the suit carriers and began to tell him. “But if you love her so much, Mr ‘Forced conforming is the real monster’, you go right ahead and change yourself.”

“Fine!”

“Fine!” You turned to Erica as you walked away, “Come on, Erica. We’ll get the bus.”

Eddie turned to face the van, as you and Erica walked away, when a few seconds later, you went back up to him and muttered, “I took your carrier by mistake.”

You and Eddie swapped suit carriers before you silently walked away again, catching up with Erica.

A week had passed since the argument, you and Eddie hadn’t said two words to each other. You sat with Nancy, Robin, Jonathan and Argyle during lunch time, while Chrissy sat in your spot, talking to Eddie about prom. From what you could see, most of Hellfire were getting sick of hearing about it. You even asked Erica to be your substitute for the campaign, as you didn’t want to be in the same room as Eddie. One day, when you were getting a ride with Jonathan, Will, El and Argyle, you spotted Jason calling out to Chrissy, who walked past him, not saying a word.

Jason rubbed the back of his neck, when he spotted you and called, “Want something, freak?”

You rolled your eyes as you got inside Argyle’s van.

”Hold onto your butts, brochachos,” you heard Argyle say, as he turned on the ignition and started driving off, as you noticed Eddie and Chrissy happily chatting by his van.

You threw your head back, thinking about what happened at Starcourt. Not about the argument, but how he made you feel when you saw him in the brown suit. You couldn’t help to wonder what it could’ve been if you had asked him to be your prom date. You snapped out of that thought as you heard Argyle being philosophical, “Have you guys ever wondered why Hawkins’s mascot is a tiger and not a Hawk?”

Prom night had arrived. Eddie was in his metallic blue suit with his hair in a low bun and without his signature rings, searching for something in his room, “Uncle Wayne!” Eddie called out, “Have you seen a white small box anywhere?”

“There’s a box on the kitchen counter,” Wayne replied, as he grabbed his tool bag, about to leave for his late shift. As Eddie came out of his room and found the box, he heard something drop to the floor.

He turned to find his uncle, looking shocked, as he grabbed his bag from the floor. “What?” Eddie asked.

“Not to be rude, son,” Wayne began to speak. “But, what are you wearing?”

“What? You don’t like it?” Eddie looked down at his outfit, before looking up at Wayne, who responded, “It’s not that, it’s just...not you.”

The response echoed through Eddie’s head. It was exactly how you told him. Eddie quickly brushed it off, telling him, “It’s just for prom. It’s not like I’ve got my hair buzzed.” Eddie then said quietly, “Although, I was almost suckered into getting a haircut.”

“It must’ve cost an arm or a leg for a suit like that,” Wayne told him.

“Well, Chrissy paid for it, as a thank you for taking her to prom. And she said she likes it, so...”

Eddie picked up the box and opened it, revealing a pink and white corsage. He closed the box, before rummaging through his pocket and took out a piece of paper.

“What’s written on there?” Wayne asked.

“Oh, just a list of things of what to say, and...what not to say to Chrissy’s folks,” Eddie replied, as he quickly tucked it back in his pocket.

“So, all of this...” Wayne gestured, as he continued to asked, “The suit, the list and the corsage, is for Chrissy?”

“Yeah?” A confused Eddie replied, wondering what his uncle is trying to say.

Wayne sighed, as he walked towards Eddie and put his hand on his shoulder, before telling him, “Look son, I know that you’ve liked this Chrissy girl for a long time, but if you’re doing this, changing yourself to appease her, then maybe...she’s not the girl for you. If she likes you, she wouldn’t change who you are.”

Eddie silently looked at his uncle for a moment, before grabbing his key to the van, and told him, as he was leaving the trailer, “I gotta pick up Chrissy.”

Meanwhile, you, Jeff and Grant were in Jim Hopper’s police car, with your dad.

You thanked both boys as they helped you out of the car, before turning to your dad and Hopper, saying, “Thanks for the lift, Mr Hopper.”

“You’re welcome,” Hopper replied.

“Remember,” your dad began to speak, “No drinking tonight.”

“Yes, dad.”

“Or smoking. And no drugs.”

“No, dad.”

“And no dancing with boys.”

You furrowed your brows, as you told him, “But, it’s prom, dad.”

“Yeah, you’re right...” Your dad began to reply. “No talking to boys. In fact, no looking at boys.”

“You do realise that Jeff and Grant are boys, right?”

“They don’t count as boys.”

Jeff and Grant looked at each other with confusion, as your dad continued to speak. “Which reminds me, if any of those little jock bastards give you a hard time..”

Your dad was about to pass you a baton when Hopper stopped him. “Woah, hey! Maybe not give her that.”

Hopper opened up the glove compartment and took out a pepper spray and passed it to you, “Here, take this. If anyone says anything, tell them Jim Hopper gave you permission.”

“Thanks, Mr Hopper,” you replied, as you took the pepper spray from him.

After saying goodbye to Hopper and your dad, they drove off, as you put the pepper spray in your bag, before linking your arms with Jeff and Grant, making your way inside the school.

A moment later, Eddie parked opposite Chrissy’s house, and fixed his low bun, before grabbing the box from the passenger seat. He smiled to himself, before telling himself, “Here goes nothing.” He turned to face the house and was about to get out when he noticed a limousine parked on Chrissy’s driveway.

A confused Eddie watched when he saw Chrissy stepping out of her house in a strapless pink dress, with her arm linked with Jason, who was wearing the same suit as him.

“What the hell?” Eddie’s voice cracked, as he watched them walking to the limousine. Suddenly, a couple of tears fell down to Eddie’s cheeks. He wiped his tears with his sleeve before starting up his van and driving off, not realising that a guilty Chrissy saw his van.

Back at the prom, you, Jeff and Grant were enjoying yourselves. Both boys took turns to dance with you, while Nancy, Jonathan and Steve were by the buffet chatting as they watched Argyle dance with Robin and Vickie.

After the song was finished, you and Grant joined Jeff at the table when Grant noticed Marianne, who was wearing a purple Victorian style dress, talking to Billy Hargrove.

“Hey, I thought Marianne was going with Jason tonight,” Grant mentioned. “Why’s she with Hargrove?”

You and Jeff looked over to see them talking, as Marianne had her hand on Billy’s shoulder. Suddenly, you noticed Chrissy coming through the hall with Jason. “I don’t believe this,” you angrily muttered, before you got up from your seat and stomped towards the couple, leaving a confused Jeff and Grant behind. You went up to Chrissy and asked, “Can I have a word?”

Chrissy hesitated when you pulled her to one side. “Hey!” Jason called out.

“Stay out of this, Carver!” You shouted back, before turning back to Chrissy, saying angrily, “This is between us girls.”

Chrissy bit her lip, as you asked her, “What the hell’s this? I thought you were going with Eddie.”

“I was, but...” Chrissy stammered.

“But what? You realised that Eddie didn’t fit into your perfect prom night after all?”

“It’s more complicated than you think. Jason just showed up, and-“

“Then you should’ve told him where to get off. Eddie was looking forward to going with you.”

Chrissy started sniffling, “I...I’m sorry.”

“It’s not me who you should be apologising to, Chrissy,” you growled, before turning your heel and walked away from her, as Jason went to comfort her.

You went back to the table, when Jeff asked, “Where’s Eddie?”

“I don’t know,” you replied as you grabbed your bag. “I’ll call to check on him, you guys wait here in case he shows up.”

You rushed out of the hall and ran to the pay phone. “I’m so glad I chose not to wear heels,” you said to yourself, as you reached the pay phone.

You took out some change and inserted it in the slot, before dialling Eddie’s number.

You heard the dialling tone going, as you muttered, “Come on, Eddie. Pick up.”

There was no response. You cancelled the call, thinking of who else you can call. Then, you thought of Max. You inserted more change into the slot and dialled Max’s number. The dialling tone lasted for a few seconds, before you heard Max’s voice on the end of the phone, “Mayfield residence.”

“Max, it’s me.” You told her your name, before asking her, “I need a favour. Could you check if Eddie’s van is parked outside please?”

You waited for a response, when Max told you, “It’s parked. There’s also that shitty music playing in his trailer. It’s so loud, I can’t even listen to Kate Bush in peace-“

“Can you see him in his trailer?” You interrupted.

“I can see a shadow, but I can’t see him...wait!”

“What?”

“Looks like he’s grabbing a six pack from the fridge...”

Shit, you thought to yourself, before telling Max. “I have to go. Thanks Max.”

You hung up and ran back into the hall, telling Jeff and Grant, “He’s at the trailer park. From what Max told me, he’s in a bad way.”

“We better go there-“ Jeff began to speak when you told him, “I’ll go, you two wait here in case he comes.”

You searched for Steve, hoping that he can give you a lift, but he was nowhere to be seen. And you couldn’t ask Jonathan as he didn’t have his car. The only person you could ask was Argyle. You went up to the buffet table, as Argyle was eating a cocktail sausage.

“Argyle,” you said, gaining his attention.

“What’s up, my dude?” Argyle chuckled, as he raised a cocktail sausage, before eating it. “I’ll tell you what, these baby sausages are schmackin’.”

“Yeah...Listen, I need your help.”

“Well, I’ve got my Palm tree delight in my backpack back in the van if you want relief-“

“No, I’m not here for your palm tree...thingy,” you interjected. “I need you to give me a lift to Eddie’s. Please?”

“Well...okay. But I’m taking these baby sausages with me.”

You thanked him, as he took a plate full of cocktail sausages with him.

A moment later, you were in Argyle’s van, as he drove to the trailer park when you told him, “Wait! I need to get something from my place.”

You gave him directions to your place as he continued driving.

After reaching your place, you got out of the van, as you told Argyle, “I won’t be long.”

You ran to your door and unlocked it before rushing up to your room. You looked over to your desk and grabbed a tiny black box and put it in your bag. You ran back downstairs and went out of the house, closing it behind you. You ran towards the van when a branch got caught a side of your dress. You paused and pulled the branch out, when you noticed a hole on the side of your dress near your torso. You felt the hole as you muttered, “Shit.”

You quickly ran to the van, before you told Argyle how to get to the trailer park.

As soon as you reached the trailer park, you pointed out his trailer.

After Argyle parked his van, you got out of it, before turning to Argyle, telling him, “Thanks. I’ll be as quick as I can.”

As you ran, Argyle called out, “Take all the time you need, my dude.” He went into the back of the van and picked up the plate of cocktail sausages, before eating one. “Schmackin’!” He exclaimed, before eating another one.

Meanwhile, you ran up to the door and knocked on it rapidly, as you called out his name. “Eddie, it’s me! Please open the door!”

You looked through the window, but you couldn’t find him. You went up to the door again and knocked on it, as you called out his name again when you heard him shout, “Alright, Red! I’m turning it off!”

After the music was turned off, you heard him shout as he opened the door, wearing the blue pants and white frilly shirt, looking puffy eyed, “Happy now, Red?! I’ve had a really shitty-!” He stopped as soon as he realised that was you. “Oh, it’s you,” he said quietly.

“Can I come in?” You asked, as you were trying to warm yourself up with your hands.

Eddie didn’t answer. Instead, he gaped at you in your dress, as he thought to himself, She looks beautiful.

“Eddie!” You shouted, snapping him out of his thoughts.

Eddie cleared his throat, before telling you. “Sorry, come in.”

As you stepped in, you noticed one can of beer among the six pack opened on the coffee table.

“Want a beer?” Eddie asked.

“Eddie, you know I don’t drink,” you retorted.

“Oh well, more for me then,” Eddie snickered, as he was about to open a second can when you grabbed it off him and placed it back on top of the table.

“What? Now I can’t have a drink in my own place?” Eddie asked.

“I saw Chrissy, with Jason,” you sternly told him, causing Eddie to sit down as he got teary eyed.

“Eddie, I know that you’re upset, but drinking is not going to make you better. I could’ve stay at the prom, you know?”

You folded your arms, as you continued to tell him. “I could’ve just let them be and just stayed and have fun. But you know what I did?”

Eddie looked up at you, as you told him, “I called her out. I told Chrissy that you were looking forward to going to prom with her, and I called you, and then Max, because I was worried about you. Even after our fight, I was worried about you. And now, here I am, wearing a ruined dress, which I actually liked, because I wanted to make sure that you’re okay!”

You panted, trying to calm yourself, when Eddie suddenly told you, “Take it off.”

You glared at him, as you asked, “Excuse me? How many drinks-?!”

“No, I mean,” Eddie sighed, before he continued to speak, as he undid his shirt and took it off, passing it to you. “Take the dress off, and put the shirt on, so I can fix it for you.”

A moment later, you sat on the couch, wearing Eddie’s shirt, and luckily, your shorts which you wore underneath your dress. You silently watched Eddie sew up your dress, while sticking his tongue out as he was concentrating. “Thanks,” you told him. “You didn’t have to-“

“Don’t worry about it,” Eddie interjected, as focused on putting the thread through the dress. “Besides, it was my fault that your dress got ruined.”

“Well, I wouldn’t say it was your fault. I didn’t look for that stupid branch.”

You and Eddie chuckled, before you silently looked at him, as Eddie continued to sew. “What happened, Eddie?” You asked, causing Eddie to look up at you. “When you got to Chrissy’s?”

Eddie cleared his throat, before telling you, “I drove to her place, and I was about to get out of my van with the corsage. But when I turned, I saw them come out of the house. And the worst part was, Jason wore the same suit as me.” Eddie sighed, as he rubbed his forehead, saying, “Jesus Christ, I was so stupid, thinking that she really wanted to come with me-“

“Chrissy told me that Jason just showed up.” You interjected.

“What?”

“I didn’t really give her a chance to explain, but that’s what she told me. She also said that she was sorry, but I told her that I wasn’t the one that she should be apologising to.”

Eddie looked down, and continued to sew when you suddenly put your hand on top of his, causing him to stop and look at you. “Eddie, I’m sorry about the other day at Starcourt,” you began to apologise. “You probably think that I was jealous of you and Chrissy. But I swear that I wasn’t. I was happy that you were taking her. I just hated that she tried to change you, even though it was for one night, but still, I hated it.”

Eddie silently blinked, as you continued to tell him, “And the fact that you couldn’t tell her how you felt about the outfit, it was like you were someone else. Not Eddie, not our dungeon master. Not the guy who jumps on cafeteria tables, riling up the jocks and most importantly, being unapologetically himself. That’s why I love you. Why we all love you.”

You moved your hand away to grab the black box from your bag. You handed it to Eddie, who had put down the thread and took the box from you. “We were going to give it to you at graduation,” you began to tell him. “But, you can open it.”

Eddie opened up the box, revealing a pair of customised cuff links with the Hellfire logo on it.

Eddie gaped as he took one of the cuff links and admired it. “Holy shit,” he quietly said. He then looked up at you, and began to ask, “How did you-?”

“Jeff, Gareth and Grant used some of the money they got from the gigs, plus they have been giving lessons to people who wanted to learn how to play an instrument. I worked extra shifts at Family Video to earn more cash, the freshmen also did odd jobs. And although Steve, Robin, Nancy, and Jonathan aren’t part of Hellfire, they wanted to contribute. Even Argyle gave us some money from his Surfer Boy job.”

Eddie sniffled as a tear fell down to his cheek, as he said, looking at the cuff link, “This is the best gift that anyone’s given me.” He had put the cuff link back in the box, before putting it down on the table. He then pulled you into a hug, as he said, “Thank you, sweetheart.”

“You’re welcome, Eddie,” you replied, as you rested your head on his bare shoulder, feeling your heart racing.

Suddenly, Eddie pulled back, before telling you, “I better finish your dress.”

You smiled, as Eddie did some final touches to your dress. “All done,” Eddie said, as he cut the thread.

You examined it, as you told him, “It’s perfect. Thank you.”

You got up and took the dress with you, as you went into the bathroom.

Eddie had put the empty can in the bin and put the rest of the cans back in the fridge when you stepped out of the bathroom, wearing your newly fixed dress. You were admiring Eddie’s handy work, when you heard him say, “You look beautiful.”

You looked up at him, and smiled at him as you thanked him.

“Listen,” you began to tell him, as you went to grab your bag. “If you don’t want to go to prom, you don’t have to-“

Suddenly, Eddie lightly grabbed your hand, making you stop and turn to him. “Eddie?”

“Could you...could you give me a minute?” Eddie asked.

You nodded, before Eddie ran into his room.

You went up to the window, to check on Argyle. You could faintly hear music playing in his van and from what you could see, there was smoke coming from it.

You then heard Eddie clear his throat, making you turn to him. “What do you think?” He asked you, as he stood with his hair down, wearing a plain black buttoned shirt, with his black leather jacket over it, and a pair of black jeans with his signature Reebok sneakers. You noticed that he had his rings back on.

You smiled as you told him, “I love it. It’s definitely you.”

Eddie then pulled back his jacket sleeves, revealing the cuff links, which made you happy. As he went up to you, he took out a Hellfire pin from his pocket, and told you, “I know it’s not a corsage, but...”

He pinned it to your dress, as you said to him, “Thank you Eddie, I love it.”

You gave him a peck on the cheek, before you linked your arm with his, as you left the trailer.

You both approached Argyle’s van, and Eddie opened it for you when gust of smoke came pouring out, revealing a giggling Argyle sitting in the back, with a palm tree delight in his hand and a plate which was almost empty, on his lap.

“Cool threads, my dude,” Argyle told Eddie.

You turned to Eddie, as you asked, “Are you sober to drive?”

A few moments later, Eddie was parking Argyle’s van, with you in the passenger seat. After Eddie had helped you out, you and Eddie peeped through the back window, looking at a sleeping Argyle.

“Do you think we should wake him?” You asked him.

Suddenly, you both heard Argyle mumbling in his sleep, “Baby...sausages...”

Eddie quietly chuckled before telling you, “I think he deserves a good dream.”

You laughed, as you and Eddie linked arms, before walking into the school.

As soon as you reached the hall, you were both greeted by Jeff and Grant. “Hey man, you finally made it!” Jeff said as he hugged Eddie.

“I wouldn’t miss it,” Eddie replied as he hugged Grant.

“You got here in time. They’re about to announce the winners,” Grant mentioned.

As you watched the prom king and queen nominees standing on the stage, you noticed Billy hiding by the stage, holding a rope. “Why’s Billy holding a rope backstage?”

The four of you followed where the rope was leading, revealing a bucket over the stage.

“Jesus H Christ,” Eddie exclaimed. “Is he going to do a Carrie?”

“Wait, you don’t mean...?” Jeff began to ask.

“Someone’s gonna get the pig’s blood treatment,” Grant shrieked.

You then noticed Marianne turning to Billy, giving him the okay sign.

You glared as you blurted, “That bitch.”

The boys turned to you, when you told them, “Marianne’s gotta be behind it. That’s why she was being friendly with Billy earlier. She’s probably bribed him to help her, in case Chrissy wins.”

“Shit! We’ve got to help,” Eddie said.

“What?! After Chrissy ditched you? You want to help?” Jeff asked.

“Look, that doesn’t matter,” Eddie retorted. “What’s matters that we get everyone off stage.”

They were about to go up to the stage when Principal Higgins came up on the stage, and started making an announcement, “Can I have everyone’s attention please?”

“Too late!” Grant exclaimed, as Higgins made an announcement.

“No, it’s not,” you said. “Eddie, you and Jeff try and get everyone off the stage. Grant, come with me.”

As you and Grant ran to go backstage, Eddie and Jeff quickly moved closer to the stage, when Higgins announced, “Now, the moment that everyone’s been waiting for.” He took out an envelope and opened it, as he announced, “Your Prom King and Queen of ‘86 is...Jason Carver and...Chrissy Cunningham!”

As everyone applauded, you and Grant caught Billy moving the rope, when you called out, “Hargrove!”

He turned to you both and smirked, “Stay out of this, freaks.”

Suddenly, Grant started screaming, which was unheard by the crowd, as he ran up to stop Billy, only to be kicked back by him.

Meanwhile, as Chrissy received her crown and bouquet by Higgins, Marianne turned to Billy and growled, “What are you waiting for? Do it now!”

As Billy was about to let go of the rope, you ran and grabbed the rope, holding it.

“Let go!” Billy growled, as you both struggled.

Back on stage, Eddie and Jeff ran up to Chrissy, trying to convince her to get her off the stage.

“Chrissy! You need to get off the stage now!” Eddie told her.

“Eddie, what are you doing?” Chrissy asked, trying to pull away from him and Jeff.

“Hey freaks!” Jason shouted, as he tried pulling Eddie away. “Let go of her!”

“We’re trying to help her!” Jeff retorted.

“Chrissy! Please listen to me,” Eddie begged. “You need to get off the stage now.”

“What? Why?” A confused Chrissy asked, when Marianne told Billy, “Now!”

Billy pushed you away and let go of the rope, letting the bucket tip, with the dark red liquid falling onto Eddie, Chrissy, Jeff and Jason, as Chrissy had let out a high pitched scream.

Everyone gasped at the sight, as Chrissy shrieked, “Oh my God! It’s pig’s blood!”

Jeff licked his lip, as he said, “No, I think it’s tomato juice.”

Jason grabbed Eddie by the shoulder and turned him to face him, as he asked, “What is this? One of your sick jokes, Munson?”

“It’s not, we were trying to stop it,” Eddie retorted.

Suddenly, a loud shrieking laugh echoed through the hall, as everyone turned to see Marianne pointing and laughing at Chrissy.

“I got you good, Cunningham!”

As she continued to laugh, Chrissy had let out a high pitched cry as she ran towards Marianne and pushed her to the ground, while Jason started picking a fight with Eddie and Jeff. At backstage, Billy started a fight with Grant when you shouted, as you got out the pepper spray, “Hey Hargrove!”

Billy turned to you, when you sprayed it in his face. Billy wiped his eyes, as he screamed, “My eyes!”

“And before you say anything, Hopper gave me permission!” You retorted.

A red eyed Billy was about to ram into you, when Grant pulled you out of the way, knocking Billy to the wall. You then took the opportunity to jump on his back, tackling him.

Eddie took notice, and was about to help you when Jason grabbed him by the hair and pulled him back.

As the fight continued, Argyle waltz in with a plate of cocktail sausages, and started eating one before offering it to Jonathan.

“What have I missed, Byers?” Argyle asked, as everyone on stage continued fighting. Higgins went up to the girls, trying to break them up, when he got accidentally knocked over by you and Billy, as Grant ran up to you both.

Later that evening, you were in Eddie’s trailer, making hot chocolate. You had changed out of your dress, which was ruined by the tomato juice, and into your plaid pyjamas which you left in the trailer. Suddenly, a shirtless Eddie came out of the bathroom, wearing black sweatpants , towel drying his hair. You greeted him, before telling him, “I’ve picked out a shirt for you. I’ve left it on top of the chair.”

“Thanks sweetheart,” Eddie replied, as he went to grab his Dio shirt from the chair. He put it on and looked at his wet clothes as he said, “You know, I wish I wore that stupid suit now.”

You giggled, as you handed him a cup of hot chocolate. “At least the cuff links weren’t ruined.”

“That’s true,” Eddie chuckled, before taking a sip of hot chocolate. “I can’t believe how scary Chrissy was. Did you see her cat fight with Marianne?”

“Yeah, even when I was busy fighting Hargrove,” you laughed.

“You were a badass, fighting Hargrove.” Eddie went to put down his cup and grabbed his roll-up and lighter from his lunchbox, as you told him, “Well, I have to give credit to Grant too. He saved me from getting crushed.”

“Yeah, Jeff saved my ass from getting thrown off stage by Carver,” Eddie replied, as he opened the front door, and leaned against the doorway. He lit up his roll-up and took a puff, as you asked, “By the way, did you get a chance to speak to Chrissy?”

“You mean after Higgins kicked us out for fighting?”

You nodded, before taking a sip of your hot chocolate.

“Yeah, she said that she was sorry. She also told me that Jason just showed up unannounced, and she tried to tell him to leave, but her folks saw him, so she couldn’t turn him away.” Eddie took another puff, before he continued to explain, “He told her that he made a mistake with dumping her for Marianne. Apparently, she was like a total promzilla, wanting the perfect dress, the perfect date, right down to her being Prom Queen.”

“Well, that doesn’t surprise me,” you told her. “She wanted Chrissy’s dress when we saw her in the store the other day. I’m surprised that she didn’t snatch it off her right there and then.” You sighed, “I’m starting to wonder if she bribed Jason to go to prom with him.”

“Like father, like daughter,” Eddie chuckled.

You giggled, as you watched Eddie take one last puff of weed, before he stepped back inside and closed the door. “I’m sorry that you didn’t get to dance with Chrissy,” you told him, as you sat down on the couch, before taking another sip of your drink.

“Nah, I’m over it,” Eddie replied, as he sat down next to you, while you put down your drink. “Wayne was right. If she liked me, she wouldn’t have tried to change who I was, and I wouldn’t have to change myself just to make her happy.”

You silently gazed at him, as you heard him say, “Besides, there’ll be other dances, other women to dance with-“

“Or men,” You laughed

Eddie chuckled, as he repeated, “Or men.”

You bumped shoulders with Eddie, before you confessed, “It’s a shame that we didn’t get to dance. I mean, I danced with Jeff and Grant, but we never got a chance to dance together.”

Eddie silently gazed at you for a moment, before he suddenly got up and looked over at his uncle’s record collection, as he asked you, “Well who said that we still don’t?”

You watched him go through the collection, when Eddie pulled out a Dr Hook’s A Little Bit More album.

He took the record out of its sleeve and put it in the record player, before playing the record.

As the song, More Like The Movies started playing, Eddie went up to you and bowed, extending his hand to you, as he asked in a posh British accent, “May I have this dance, Milady?”

You chuckled, as you got up and curtsied, before taking his hand, responding in the same accent, “You may, Milord.”

Eddie pulled you closer to him, as he put his other hand on your lower back, while you put your hand on his shoulder, before he swayed you.

As you rested your head on his chest, taking in his scent, you heard him humming to the song, which made your heart race. You giggled as you heard the metalhead singing along to a country song.

“What? What’s funny?” Eddie softly asked.

“Nothing...” you began to reply. “It’s just, I’ve never heard you sing to this type of music before, that’s all.”

“Well, what can I say? My uncle has got some pretty cool taste in music.”

You both giggled, as you moved your head to face him, and told him, “I concur.”

Suddenly Eddie raised his arm, so he could spin you around.

You giggled, as Eddie spun you, when you suddenly knocked into him. “Jesus Christ!” Eddie exclaimed, as you both fell onto the floor.

You both laughed, before he asked you, as you sat up, “Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” you replied. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I think so,” Eddie chuckled, as he sat up, rubbing the back of his head. “I think the weed’s starting to kick in.”

You chuckled, as the song changed to A Little Bit More. The both of you silently gazed at each other, before you bashfully looked down when Eddie began to speak, making you look up at his doe eyes, “Sweetheart?”

“Yes Eddie?” You asked.

“I don’t know if it’s because of the weed, or the record, or maybe both,” he began to babble. “But there’s something I want to ask. If you don’t want to, it’s cool. But if you-“

“Eddie?” You interrupted, putting your hand on his shoulder. “What is it?”

Eddie swallowed, before he took the courage to ask, “Can I...kiss you?”

You smiled before you nodded, replying, “Yes, you can.”

Eddie smiled, before you both leaned closer and kissed tenderly.

You both giggled as you pulled away from the kiss.

“That was nice,” you commented.

“Really?” Eddie softly asked.

You nodded, before he asked, “Can I kiss you again?”

You both leaned closer once more, and kissed.

This time, the kiss was more passionate, as you cupped Eddie’s face.

You moaned as Eddie deepened the kiss, before you straddled him. Eddie pulled you closer to him, so that you were lying on top of him.

You continued to passionately kissed, when you both heard pounding on the door, followed by shouting, “Hey Munson! Turn it down!” It was Max. “Some of us are trying to sleep!”

You both broke off the kiss, as you both looked over to the door, when you saw a ranting Max open the door entered the trailer, “I swear, Munson, if you don’t turn-“

Max stopped as she caught you two on the floor. She shuddered, before turning around. “Gross,” she commented.

Before she left, she shouted, “There is a place called a bedroom. Use it!” After she slammed the door, you and Eddie turned to each other and cackled.

You buried your face into his chest, trying to contain your laughter, when Eddie placed his finger under your chin, signalling you to look at him, before he leaned in to kiss you once again.

#stranger things #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x female reader #stranger things au

[mushroom-witch-writes]

Act Like You Forgot (pt2)

Eddie Munson x fem!Reader 18+

pt1

warnings : smut, swearing

genre: smut, enemies to lovers, fwb

summary: you and Eddie have now become closer than ever ,but is this close , close enough for both of you?

a/n : two days late woohoo! because my gf decided to have like four beach days so yea. enjoy <3 promise that the rest will be more angsty

word count : 1.183

After that night in your room , which of course resulted in sex, it became your and Eddie’s dirty little secret.

Steve stared at you wide eyed “ sweet, fuck buddies” Robin said breaking the silence, at which Steve turned and gave her the look  “ guess who’s going to be whipping her tears of the floor idiot” he replied “ oh come on dingus, don’t be like that” “besides , I’m okay , I’ve got this under control. It’s just a good ol’ fuck here and there nothing more” you replied and he shook his head. “I’ll bet on that and I’ll also buy a new mop” he said and you continued sipping your coffee.

A month passed and things between you and eddie seemed to work just fine. Well, just fine according to the plan at least. You’d plan to see each other after school most days and just spend time fucking around. You’d always stay a bit longer and he would get dressed, have a smoke and flee, that’s mainly the reason you met at yours most times, so he could go immediately after sex.

Tuesday morning had dawned and prom was now closer than ever. Fucking prom. Too stressful and you’d probably attend it with Robs or Steve. You were sitting in your English class, not paying any mind to the girls whispering about their prom dates or the lesson itself. Then something hit the back of your head.  A note that wrote ‘ Janitor’s closet after lunch’. Your eyes went wide and you turned around only for you to meet a smirking Eddie ‘NO’ you mouthed at him. School was out of the question, what if someone caught you? The bell rang and you stormed of tom your locker to avoid Eddie. For your damn luck some kids were carrying decorations for the prom which resulted in him already waiting for you , leaning against it. “ come on y/n , you know you want it too” you rolled your eyes at him “ so what if I do ? we’ll get caught, it’s against the rules”  “I don’t fucking care sweetheart, fuck the damn rules, fuck the school, I need you” he said with a needy look “I need you to touch me, I need to see your eyes roll back while I’m deep inside you. I can’t stop thinking bout you today…please” fuck this boy and his pleading look and how wet his needy words made you.

“fine ,but we HAVE to be quiet.” He gave you a smirk and tuck a strand of hair behind your ear “ I’m not the screamer sweetheart” with that you pushed him slightly and he left smiling “what was that?” you heard Robin’s voice behind you “ I’m going to kill this boy. He asked me to go to the janitor’s after lunch” she looked at you with wide eyes and smiled “I thought school was out of the question! Man you two really can’t keep it in your pants” “it is a one time thing, won’t happen again” she shook her head and huffed a laugh. “ so anyone asked you yet?” she asked waiting for you to say Eddie did “no love, we’ll both be stuck with Harrington” she laughed “what about Munson?” “yea no, he would never, I mean why would he anyway?” she looked at you as if you were crazy “you really think this guy is risking getting kicked out of the school just because he wants to fuck you? Or he’s always looking at you smiling because he actually has no feelings? Come on y/n , you’re smarter than that” she said and you actually wish she hadn’t because her words gave you hope.

So lunch period ended and you waited for everyone to go to their classes pretending that you were looking through your notes. When the coast was clear you headed to the meeting point. “hey” you whispered with a soft smile. Eddie felt as if he could die happily right there and then. He gently took hold of your waist and came closer. “thought you’d never show up” he said kissing you “wouldn’t miss it for the world” you replied against his lips. His tongue slid in your mouth and you sucked on it. He got goosebumps every time you did that. “ I’ve been waiting to do this all day” he said looking into your eyes “ we have to be quick” you said to silence your thoughts mostly .

With that he raised your skirt to your chest and held your thighs firmly. “just like old times huh?” he said looking at your fishnet tights one last time before ripping them between your legs. His fingers reached the side of your panties and went to push them aside when he figured that they were crotchless. “ against the rules my ass” he said grabbing your chin and making you look at him “you’re begging to get fucked today” his words left you a blushing, shaking mess while he just lowered himself and allowed his tongue to take a short teasing trip between your folds, enough to taste your dripping cunt and make you beg for his cock “Eds please” he wasn’t about to lose any time. He turned you over and bent you against the door, took his throbbing cock out and immediately slammed into you. You accidently let a choked up moan escape as he did so , he pulled your head closer by your hair and came close to your ear “ as much as I love your little moans sweetheart , you have to keep quiet for me, understand?” he said moving in and out slowly and you nodded “ good girl, now fuck your self on my cock as you love so much to do” he ordered without letting go of your hair. With that you moved back and forth as fast and sloppy as you could. He grabbed your ass and started fucking you as hard as he could whispering “ you’re such a filthy fucking whore” he was about to cum and you were about to do the same .

“ I’m going to cum , fuck y/n” he said his voice trembling as he painted your walls. You didn’t finish. What the fuck? He always cared about you. He gave you a kiss and you gave him a disappointed and confused look. He laughed and lifted you, setting you on the table behind him. He slid two fingers in your pussy while eating you out at the same time. You could feel tears of pleasure forming in your eyes as you were getting closer and closer to your climax. “ Eddie please, I’m close” you said panting. You couldn’t take it anymore, you squirted all over his face , tugging his hair while doing so. Once he was pleased he took his fingers in his mouth, gave you a kiss and held your shaking body. “it’s okay princess, you did great. Let’s get you cleaned and dressed now , shall we?”

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[thecrimsondandelion]

Richie is basically climbing the fucking walls. He’s got half his wardrobe pulled out and scattered over his bed, a mountain of florals, tacky t-shirts, and the few new suits he’s collected thanks to a certain Miss. Beverly Marsh.

He’s never had this much trouble trying to pick an outfit in his entire life. Not at prom, or at any award show he somehow managed to get an invite to. He’s gone on talk shows with a ‘MILF: Man I Love Fishing.’ t-shirt he found at Goodwill.

“I just don’t see what the big deal is.”

“Did you not hear me before? That me and Eddie are going on a date? Edward fucking Kaspbrak, love of my life since we were kids, know him?”

“How many times have you guys gone out together since he moved in with you? If I have to see another Instagram post where you both argue in the comment section like some weird mix of horny teens and an old married couple, I’m going to go crazy.”

“That’s different!” Richie whines, throwing himself back onto the heap of clothes on his bed, “Those weren’t dates, not like, officially.” They’d decided to take it slow and date first after a semi-heated kiss at the Benverly’s (as Richie lovingly called them, like the teen girl he was put into the body of a hairy middle-aged man) cabin, after a tipsy love confession. A love confession that Richie absolutely did not reply to with ‘That is so fucking neat.’ They’d gone out together plenty, but they both agreed to date like normal people would, like they might have done when they were younger if their lives hadn't been fucked up by the killer-clown-from-Outerspace.

“You sound so lame right now. I hope you know that.” Despite the comment, the layer of fondness was clear in Stan’s tone.

Richie pouts, mumbles a petty little, “No, you.” back.

“Anyway, back to the point. What the fuck am I going to wear?”

“You’re talking to the wrong Loser.”

“You’re so right, I don’t wanna turn up dressed like you, Grandpa. I’ll call Bev.” He pauses, pulls at a piece of skin on his lip with his teeth, trying to soothe his racing heart.

“Hey. You’re gonna be fine, Rich. And if Eddie breaks your heart, I’ll break his entire body, okay?” And fuck does that make Richie tear up a little, after all these years, even 27 of them apart, Stan was still particularly protective of him. Even against another of his best friends. His low self esteem appreciated the safety net of knowing that when if Eddie ever just got fed up with him, Stan would be there on his side. “Not that he’s going to. He’s just as stupid and in love as you are.”

“Aw, Staniel. You big ole softie... Thanks, man. Tell Pats I’m asking for her, yeah?” With that he hangs up.

For a moment Richie feels calm again. Until he looks at the mountain of clothes dumped out onto his bed. Fuck.

Bev answers on the second ring, “Hey, Honey! How’re-”

“Eddie and I are going on a date, what the fuck do I wear, Bev?”

She vetoes most of his wardrobe, Ben shows up for moral support too, like the angel sent from Heaven that he is. The thing is though, Richie feels pretty fucking awful leaving the house without his garish shirts – they're his armour. He can wear something fucking horrendous and it distracts away from everything that is him.

Miss Beverly Marsh knows this, and she simply won’t stand for it.

In the end he’s wearing a nice pair of black jeans, cuffed to show off the bright pink Monty Python socks that had been Okay'd so he could have at least one comfort item. And another compromise, a navy shirt with a subtle floral print. It doesn’t scream ‘Weird Al meets the Muppets.’ but it’s enough that it doesn’t make Richie feel stuffy and unlike himself.

“Lookin’ sharp, Richie!” Fucking Ben, so earnest and nice, Beverly coos at his side in agreement, giving a whistle as he’s forced to give them a turn. He’s not used to that kind of attention; he can feel his face heat up and the way his too-tall body wants to shrink in on itself.

“Have a good night, Sweetie! Remember to use protect-”

Richie cuts her off with a shout, suddenly feeling like a teenager being embarrassed by their parents before a first date, “Oh my god, Bev. Shut up.” She cackles good-naturedly at him, while Ben holds back a smirk.

The call ends and he feels sort of bad that Bill and Mike were left out of his crisis, so he shoots them a text: ‘Got a date with Eddie, literally going to die. See you in hell Billiam. I’ll miss you when you’re chilling up in heaven Mikey.’

He can only let himself be distracted by the other Losers for so long, and how fun it was to have his battle with Bill. But it’s creeping closer and closer to 6pm, he knows that he and Eddie will have to leave soon to make it to their reservation. So, he rubs his sweaty palms against the thighs of his jeans, sniffs his pits to make sure he still smells good, and pushes himself out to go knock on Eddie’s bedroom door – which he couldn’t help but achingly hope would become the guest bedroom again in the nearby future.

And isn’t Eddie just a fucking sight for sore eyes, his hair isn’t gelled back to oblivion, so it looks so soft, it curls around his face prettily. Makes Eddie look younger. He’s dressed up in clothes that cost more than Richie has ever spent on anything for himself, fucking Gucci loafers and everything. He looks hot as fuck, and he smells sweet and earthy.

Eddie also has the most shit-eating grin. “I hear you were having some trouble.”

“What? Which one of those assholes told you?” Richie would, in future, deny how whiny he sounded whenever Eddie brings it up to the Losers, when he brings it up at their wedding.

“Rich.” Eddie has the cutest, most devious fucking look on his face. Richie’s cheeks burn as his face is gently held between Eddie’s hands, he can feel the callouses from Eddie’s car endeavors, he can smell the cologne on Eddie’s wrist. “I could hear you, I’m across the fucking hall and you speak like you have a built in megaphone.” And Jesus God Damn Christ, Eddie says it like it’s a compliment, like it's something he adores about him.

Richie turns his face to hide it in the palm of one of Eddie’s hands and, again, whines. The part of him that overthinks, that hates every move he makes, tells him that he’s already fucked up. That Eddie is going to realize that he’s an idiot, that he’s a dork and completely and utterly out of Eddie’s league. As if Eddie isn’t the type to say, ‘See you later alligator.’ or ‘Okay-dokey.’ in a serious conversation.

“C’mon, we’ve got reservations and I’m starving my ass off.”

Richie makes a great effort Not to make a comment on how much of a tragedy that would be, because he really does love that little fucker’s ass.

He does let himself show a little vulnerability, “You still wanna go?”

Eddie cocks his head to the side and gives him the sweetest little smile, catches one of Richie’s hands in his own and gives it a squeeze, “Fuck yeah. You look too good not to, Trashmouth.”

#I wrote this from 2:30-3am forgive me #reddie #it 2019 #it fix it #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak #richie x eddie #losers club #my stuff

[leossmoonn]

list #1: [ KISS ] receiver stops what they’re doing to kiss sender

okay i dont think you write for mr jonathan byers but if it is at all possible...🫣

I DO. and I will do this. For him. For my greasy little creepy stinkie boo boo

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“What a loser,” Tommy snorts. You roll your eyes at him, following his gaze as you watch Jonathan Byers alone in the corner, taking pictures for the school newspaper. “I bet he’s trying to get under the girl’s skirts,” Carol remarks. “Yeah, better make sure your panties aren’t showing,” Tommy smirks. “Who says I’m wearing any?” Carol giggles. You can’t help but gag. You take a sip up your punch, observing the boy who is looking through his photos. He looks so lonely, you feel bad for him, but not in the way other people might feel bad. You genuinely want to make him feel better. It’s prom, after all. No one should spend prom alone.

“Careful, he might think you have a crush on him,” Carol snickers. “He won’t,” you say. “You sure? Because he’s been off and on eyeing you the whole night,” Carol says.

“So? I’m doing the same,” you argue. “Yeah, but he’s creepy,” Carol says, smacking her gum in her mouth.

“Have you ever learned to think for yourself Carol?” you ask. She rolls her eyes and leans back into Tommy. “Baby, dance with me?”

“Hell nah, that shit’s lame,” Tommy says.

You tune them out, looking back at Jonathan. He’s not taking pictures anymore. He’s putting more film in his camera. Despite what Carol, Tommy, and the rest of the school thinks, Jonathan is actually nice. He might be a little bit strange, but he has a kind heart and minds his own business, more than most the people do anyways. As you look at him, you begin to notice small things about him. The way his tongue pokes out in concentration when he’s trying to fix his camera. How his hair seems to be perfectly styled and stays that way — almost like Steve Harrington. And he takes pictures with a purpose as well. He doesn’t just point and snap. You can see him adjusting the camera, trying out different angles to find the perfect lighting and what best captures somebody’s features. He has a gift. You can’t help be curious about him.

“Looks like you’re the one who is stalking now,” Tommy smirks. “Will get off my case? What is your issue?” you ask.

“Just don’t want you getting mixed up with the wrong crowd,” Carol shrugs, twirling her red curls around her finger.

You look back at Jonathan who was staring at you. His eyes jump back to his camera and he shrinks back. You decide to stop talking to the two pathetic people you call your friends. You slam your cup onto the refreshment table. “Watch me,” you say. You walk over to Jonathan with your head held high, ignoring the comments made by Tommy and Carol. You give Jonathan a kind smile as you approach him. He looks confused, but intrigued. You completely shock him when you kiss him. You don’t say anything but crash your lips onto his. Man, did it feel better than you ever would have thought. Naturally, your arm slips around his neck, weaving your fingers through his surprisingly soft hair. He sets one hand on your waist, tentatively pulling you close. His lips are soft and kiss yours well. The kiss is hesitant, but it’s sweet, and it sparks something in both of you, something you both definitely weren’t expecting.

You pull away, your chest heaving up and down. You look at Jonathan, who’s jaw is dropped and eyes wide. “W-What?” he breathes out. “Go out on a date with me,” you say. Now his jaw is really dropped. “I-Is this some sort of joke? I know you’re friends with Tommy and Carol and —” you shut him up with another kiss. This time you press yourself against him, careful to not damage his camera. Your wrap both arms around his neck this time, kissing him deeper and more passionately. He follows your lead and puts both of his hands on your waist, pulling you as close to him as you can get with his camera between you two. He kisses you more confidently now. You can feel that he’s not the shy weirdo everyone thinks he is. He’s sure of himself, but gentle. It shows through the way he holds you and kisses you, both with confidence and care. He pulls away this time, a big smile on his face. “You really mean it?”

“Yep,” you nod. “But before we go in our official, ditch the newspaper and dance with me.”

“Okay… but can I take a couple pictures of you first? The newspaper deserves to see the prettiest girl at the prom.”

“So you do have game,” you remark. “People can surprise you,” he smirks.

You nod in agreement. “Definitely”

#sara’s 4k pool party #leossmoonn 4k pool party #jonathan byers x reader #jonathan byers

[jaeyunniesimp]

you’re on your own, kid. (l.hs) part one.

“i wait patiently, he’s gonna notice me. it’s okay, we’re the best of friends anyway”

tw: a bit of angst, mentions of alcohol, lmk if you find more!!

an: this was inspired by taylor’s song!! this is (supposed to be) a short series, tell me your thoughts <3

wc: 1.3k

You were dreading every minute of this endless night, suddenly rethinking your decisions, and as to why you let your friend drag you to a party you didn’t even want to go to. Your red solo cup dangling on your hand for what felt like hours now, not even bothering to take a sip, while watching all the other intoxicated people having the best of times.

It’s not like partying was something extrinsic for you, but lately, you couldn’t care for it less. Mustering up the courage to do something even remotely social, or that required a tinge of confidence from you, has been extremely hard. You couldn’t really put a finger on it, but you lost yourself somehow along the way. You haven’t felt pretty in ages, never cracked any jokes in what felt like years, and the friends you were losing, weren’t being replaced. And you, honestly, didn’t do anything to change that, and you can’t even figure out why.

Yunjin, currently your only, and best friend, has been trying everything to get your dim eyes to light up again. She’s taken you to dance lessons, karaoke bars, studying sessions, therapy groups (poor you) and now, parties, frustration clearly visible on her face as she realized none of it worked. She even suggested dating, but you said, wisely, that your happiness and self-esteem shouldn’t depend on a person that isn’t yourself, and that it’s a commitment you’re not willing, or in the right state to take.

— Do you want another drink? — Yunjin asked, approaching you.

— Uhm… I’m alright. — You replied, hugging yourself.

— Y/n, I’m worried. You should have fun, get drunk, dance, kiss people with no intention of calling them back! — She stated, holding your shoulders and making you look at her.

You let out a little laugh, amused at her attempts to make you feel something. She didn’t know you’d being hiding something from her, though. It’s been almost two months since you saw him. You thought you were delusional, but you kept seeing him, and people were mentioning his name, you couldn’t be this crazy, right?

You and Lee Heeseung were once best friends. Freshman year of high-school, you both exchanged awkward looks and somehow bonded. He didn’t know about your massive crush on him, though. You could say, undoubtedly, that was the first time you were ever in love, truly. He was everything you’ve ever wanted, and above it all, he was the person you wanted to be around all the time, the one who made you stomach do backflips and managed to crack the most genuine smiles out of you.

You were planning on confessing to him on senior year, after two long years of hiding your feelings. That was, of course, until he got a girlfriend. You were about to ask him to be your date to prom, and he had this huge, wide smile on his face. “I have something I need to tell you, and I need you to promise me that it won’t change anything between us” it’s what he said. A speck of hope that was nurturing inside of you thought that maybe, just maybe, he was about to tell you the same thing you were about to tell him. That’s when he told you he was taking Nayeon to prom, that he’d been crushing on her for months, and didn’t tell you because he knew how your friendship with her ended in bad terms. They truly liked each other and planned on trying to start dating soon.

It felt like an anvil was holding your chest to the ground at that point. You pretended to be happy for him, and told him that what you needed to say is that you were going to ask Jungwon to prom. He really must’ve been blinded by joy, because a newborn baby could tell you were lying. Since then, you started growing apart from each other. You both went your separate ways in college, and you couldn’t bear the pain of having to keep in touch with him, both because he was away and with someone else.

That was until, a couple of months ago, you saw him roaming around your campus. Scratching your eyes to try and see it clearer, you realized it was really him. His hair grew out a little, brown locks falling onto his eyes, even more beautiful than you remembered, if that was even possible. At that point, it had been about three years since you last spoke. A sudden urge to cry emerged in you, and you quickly went back home to think.

You were over him, of course. He was no longer a part of your life, so there was no reason to let him sadden you. And that’s what you lived by ever since, until he started being a part of your life again indeed, somehow. You weren’t hurt by your unreciprocated love though, but seeing him, thinking about even the slightest chance of him being a part of your routine again, made you relive all those emotions you felt one day, that made you so woeful.

Yunjin was really holding the threads for you, and you couldn’t be more thankful. She insisted on getting you a new drink, since yours was already warm by now. You were back to being alone again tonight, hoping for all the minutes to quickly pass by.

— Y/n? — You heard a voice ask from behind. A familiar voice.

You were mentally face palming yourself, hand sweaty already. You turned around and your eyes met his. Lee Heeseung’s. God, why?

— Oh my God, Heeseung? — You pretended to be surprised and delighted, this time, a little more convincing.

— I totally forgot you went here! But i’ve never pictured you as the party type, though. — He said smiling.

— Yeah, a friend dragged me here… — You answered, scratching the back of your head, letting out a fake small laugh.

— Here, love. — Yunjin handed you the drink with a smile. She looked at you confused, seeing you talking to someone else. A GUY!!! She then smiled even wider — Who’s this?

— Yunjin, this is Heeseung, we were friends in high-school. — You said giving her a discrete concerned look.

Then reality hit her, as she remembered all the stories you’ve told her about him and your past, the smile fading from her face.

— Oh! Nice to meet you! I’m Yunjin. — She shook his hand, trying to reconstruct the amused gaze she had on a few seconds ago, failing miserably. — Do you mind if I steal her for a second? I have to tell her something.

She dragged you aside, where he couldn’t hear you two through all the talking and music blasting in the living room.

— Are you okay? — She asked, concerned.

— Yeah, Jin, I’m over him and what happened, really. We’re just catching up. — You reassured.

She looked at you doe eyed, lifting her arms up in a sign of defeat.

— Let me know if you need to go home. — You nodded in response, and she went back to the drinking games she was playing, waving Heeseung goodbye.

You got closer to him again, flashing him a shy smile.

— We haven’t talked in a while. I really thought we would never stop being friends… — He said, breaking the silence.

You didn’t really know how to respond. You couldn’t just confess now, and you know you both stopped talking because you stopped responding his texts, and making up excuses not to see him.

— Yeah, I’m sorry for that, really. I was so caught up with everything, exams, adapting, and you were so far away… It’s no excuse, though, I probably hurt you a lot. — You replied, looking down at your feet.

You suddenly felt a hand on your shoulder.

— It’s okay, Y/n, I understand. I know you were also uncomfortable with me dating Nayeon, and I don’t blame you. I missed you, though… — He gave you a reassuring smile, which you reciprocated.

— I missed you too.

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