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hoshigray · 10 months

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Been thinking about this scenario a lot, but ex-husband! Toji, where you two are pretty chill with each other, even after five years of divorce. But the feelings between you two start to parade back after all these years, and it all comes boiling over after spending one night together.

A/n: Been a while since I've done one of these scenario thingies, plus this idea has been rotting my mind for a long time, and I needed it to get out, lol. I pushed back my Gojo fic to tmrw or Thursday because my brain was not feeling like re-reading 3-4k words while running on one hour of sleep. So, instead, we're dropping this in its stead. Sorry about that, and hope you like this while I fix the fic up later today :) Any grammar/spelling errors on this will be dealt with tmrw.

Cw: ex-husband! Toji x fem! reader - implied that reader is entering their mid 30s - starts out cute the first half but smutty the next, so minors DNI - implied that Tsumiki and Megumi are around middle school age; 12 (T) and 11 (M) - pining; Toji is whipped for you, I fear - Daddy kink - prone bone position + mating press - pet names (baby, sweetheart, sweetie, mama, princess) - cervix fucking - praise - itty-bitty-tiny overstimulation - closure; happy ending (?).

Wc: 3.4k (wow, way longer than the last one, lol)

Ex-husband! Toji...

...who you've divorced after being together for four years. It was a marriage built on love, convenience, and heartache. There is no denying that Toji loved you very much; if anything, the man would set the world ablaze if anything were to happen to you. Especially when you were the sweetest thing that blessed his presence and his two children who were young at the time — Tsumiki and Megumi at age three. The fact that you loved him as much as he loved you is beyond doubt in Toji's mind. However, somewhere down the line, you felt a "shadow" that you could not surpass nor fill — the late wife of Toji.

You could tell that Toji still had a piece of him that just couldn't let the memory of his late wife go, and you understood that. Hence why you chose to leave him, which was glum for all parties, but Toji understood where you were coming from and signed the papers.

...who's still chill with you after the divorce. You two promised not to act like complete strangers, especially with Tsumiki and Megumi being close to you. Just because the ring isn't on your finger doesn't mean you must change completely. The two of you are comfortable enough to be in each other's company, taking turns watching over the kids and acting like you're still married by poking fun at one another like the good days.

"Hey, big guy," Toji turns to the kitchen hallway where you're looking at him, his usual black coffee in his mug still sheltered in your apartment cupboards. "You look like shit; too tired to go to the clubs to find some minx to wow you enough like you used to?"

He snickers at your brazenness. "Shut up, brat. I could ask the same fr' you. Got some good dick on the side to help that attitude of yours, baby?" After checking around to see if the kids are nearby, you give him the middle finger. He chuckles before sipping his coffee.

...whose kids adore and love you so much that they secretly try to have you and Toji in the same place, which the two of you are entirely aware of. Five years passed after your separation, though that doesn't hinder the children from wanting you back in their lives again. Because to them, you are always a Fushiguro, and the love for you will always be there. It's there when you go to Tsumiki's soccer games and drag your ex-husband to find a better seat on the bleachers to watch her play. It's there when Megumi tells his father he "accidentally" left his baseball bat at your place and "unfortunately" now has to spend the night there (and you always receive them). And it's there when you promise to come along on family trips, like going to the zoo and taking pictures by the Panda enclosure with his daughter or going to the aquarium and listening intently to his son explain all the different types of jellyfish.

Toji can't blame his own kin for being attached to you because you are still a mother in their eyes. And so to his.

...who has his wedding ring on his dog-tag necklace but always tucks it under his shirt whenever you're present. It gives him a peace of mind when it comes to you because if he can't be there for you 24/7, he knows you're under his protection whenever you need it. But the thought of you knowing he still wears it makes him anxious, worried that you'll take it the wrong way and request he never wears it again. So, for his sake, he keeps you blind to this secret. And he wonders if you ever wear yours...

...who welcomes you without hesitation when you have to spend the night at his place because he notices you're too exhausted to go home so late. The only problem is that there's no other room outside the kids and Toji's. And as much you protest, expressing your satisfaction with taking the couch, your ex-husband disagrees and will carry you to bed, sneering to himself as you try to wiggle out of his stronghold until he smacks the bedroom door closed with his leg.

"I told you I was fine sleeping on the couch, Toji." You complain to him, yet your back is pressed against his chest with his arm around your waist.

"And I told you not gonna happen, princess." his hold around you gets tighter, pulling you closer for him to rest his chin on your shoulder. "You'd probably fall off and smack that pretty face of y'rs on the floor."

"I would not—You know what," you stooped from saying anything further to the man grinning behind your ear. You shift a bit to make yourself comfortable. "Goodnight, Toji. And thank you."

It takes every fiber in his being to not kiss your cheek then and there. Exhaling softly through his nostrils as he lays his head back on the pillow. "No problem, sweetheart."

...who the last time he had someone after your separation was not feeling it at all. You even said he is free to do whatever he wants when moving on to the next minx that caught his attention. You two are adults and shouldn't feel entitled to putting each other on a leash. Despite that, he knew moving on from you wouldn't be easy — especially in the bedroom.

The women he's had after you can only be counted on one hand. No matter how good the fun was with the others, his mind would always crawl back to you. It didn't matter how different their hair was, what they dressed that night, or how fucking good the sex was; you would cloud his mind in some way. They weren't you. They weren't his sweet thing.

...who's extremely perplexed in a nightclub when he sees you. He didn't want to go in the first place until Satoru Gojo barged into his apartment, dragged him out in his best attire, and left Nanami (another victim of Gojo's foolishness) to babysit Megumi and Tsumiki. And it was bad enough that Gojo snaked away from Toji to the dance floor the second they got inside, the raven-haired man almost popping a vein in vexation.

So the older man resorts to just doing the usual gig: walking around before sitting at the bar to ask for a regular beer. He stays there for nearly half an hour, taking sips of his bottle while sweet-talking to the ladies that occasionally find him and give him his number. Things got really loud when the DJ at the discothèque played "Up!" by Lil Vada and DonnySolo, all the party people crowding the floor, bumping and grinding each other while singing the lyrics. It was at this point that Toji had enough of the massive headache growing in his head, so he was about to down his beer and leave the club; Gojo be damned because the fucker could find his own way home and then some.

But midway through putting the beer bottle on his scarred lips, something in Toji's peripheral captures his attention. And his jade eyes go wide at what he sees.

Down to the right side of the dance floor are booths catered to bigger parties, so it's obvious to notice when a single person sits alone on one of the round tables while everyone else is dancing their hearts out. That one person was you, observing the dance floor with your head on your hand resting on the table.

To say that Toji was flabbergasted by the image of you in a place like this after all these years was tough for him to comprehend. Yet what really had him in a chokehold was how stunning you were. From where he stood, he could tell that you dolled yourself quite a bit. Your hair was kept in a style that displayed your face wholly, and you were wearing a beautiful halter-neck dress with slits revealing your thighs deliciously.

He forgets how to breathe when your eyes drift in his direction and find him. You're just as surprised as he is for a short moment, but you offer him a familiar smile and beckon him to come to your side of the club. The older man wastes no time, paying the bartender and making his way through the crowd to your table. When he's close enough, he can tell that your dress is backless, exposing your smooth skin that calls for him to touch.

And when Toji notices the ring on your left hand — the old wedding ring he gifted you — the world around him comes to a complete standstill.

"Hey, big guy." He snaps back to look at your beautiful face, your smile still there to blind him, and the booth far from the dance floor and music so he can listen to your sweet voice. You move to the side to make room for him to sit. "Didn't think I'd find you here."

"Me neither." He admits to you as he takes a seat, his green orbs never leaving your figure. "What are you doin' here?"

"Some friends dragged me out here for one of their birthdays. I figured I'd be here for a few hours and loosen up a bit, you know? But I don't know, I guess I'm just so used to being at my place that I'm out of practice with clubs."

Toji nods at your answer. "Yeah, I was dragged here, too. I'm with—"

"Gojo? Yeah, I thought so. He's right there dancing with my friends." He pans around to the dance floor to see commotion at the center. The snow-haired man was dancing as a crowd formed around him, getting grinded on by a woman with a "happy birthday" headband.

Gojo notices the raven-headed man staring his way, pulls down his shades, and winks. That's when the reason why Toji was brought here in the first place hits him. Gojo knew you would be here tonight because of your friend's birthday. And now that you two are sitting alone, the wink signaled Toji to make his move.

"....Wanna get the hell outta here?"

You giggle at his suggestion. "Yeah, I don't feel like watching my friends get pregnant on the dance floor."

Toji snickers and grabs your hand to lead you out of the booth. He then drapes his denim jacket over your shoulders to cover your exposed shoulders and back, and the two of you leave the club without anyone noticing a thing.

...who spends the rest of the night with you as if you two are on a date again. It's late, so many shops around the area are closed already, but that doesn't stop the two of you from having fun. From sharing a meal at a nearby diner, walking around a shopping plaza admiring the silent ambiance, and listening to old tunes in his car as you two share stuff about your day while holding hands. And the change of mood completely baffles Toji. Nevertheless, when he sees the smile on your face and hears the sweet tune of your laughter, the grasp on your hand gets tighter with every minute. All his intentions go into enjoying having you with him like this again.

...who stays by your side until he has to drop you off at your place, parked his car to walk you to your apartment door. It's 1 o'clock in the morning, way later than Toji ever intended to stay out. Not that it matters now, because it's all worth it being able to walk with you. He doesn't let go of your hand even when his heart dies a little when you two arrive at your door.

"Had a good time?" You ask while unlocking the door; your eyes showcase subtle exhaustion but are overshadowed by your smile.

"Sure as hell did since I saw you at the club." He confesses, your chuckles casting a spell on him.

"Hmm, I'm glad you were there too, Toji." You meant those words, your eyes gazing into his, and the man's plunged deep into your gorgeous orbs. A feeling that he now realizes he wants to be the only one experiencing with you.

An awkward silence for a few seconds prompts you to snatch your hand away from his, causing his stomach to drop. "Sorry, your jacket" is what you use to excuse yourself, moving to take off the denim jacket. But Toji stops you, his hands stationed on your shoulders to keep you still.

"No, it's cold, sweetie." His voice is hushed, only for you to hear. "You can give it back next time."

Silence comes back again, but the air is heavier this time. The awkwardness is replaced with something more solicitous, more affectionate. You notice it when Toji has yet removed his hands from your shoulders, his large palms warming you up to the touch.

"Toji—"

"It's alright, baby." His gruff tone is still a whisper, and butterflies flutter in your stomach. "I won't do anythin'."

"No, no," you don't know what came over you, but you place your hands on his chest. Then your finger touches something from underneath his turtleneck, having you pull his collar down to pull out the dog-tag necklace that still harbors his old wedding ring. Toji's blood shifts to ice cold when you see the accessory — his anxiousness spikes up to an all-time high, only mere seconds from combusting based on whatever your response will be. And it comes.

"I...I want you to do something, Toji." It felt strange saying those words with your shaky confidence, though it's what you wished to express. "I want you..."

And just like that, whatever restraint that the older man had for you was butchered away. Emerald eyes take in every feature of your anticipating expression, and his lips come crashing down on yours.

...who couldn't care less how late it is right now because he finally has you where he wants you after all these years. It's 2:30 in the morning, way too late for loud noises as they'll disrupt the neighbors next door. But, again, Toji doesn't care about that. When he finally has you lying under him on your stomach, screaming out his name while he drives his cock deep inside you, what is there to care about?

The two of you are in the prone bone position, where you lie flat on your belly on the cream-white satin sheets of your bed, your legs in between Toji's and bare ass out for him to have easy access to your creamy cunt that hugs onto him all so well.

Tears paint your wet and sweaty face, drool escapes from the corner of your mouth and meets the sheets beneath you. The harsh thrusts of Toji's pelvis hitting your ass with such precision have you see stars, and his big hands keep your arms still. All you can hear are the ecstatic cries of your voice and the noises of skin smacking together.

"Nnmph!! Haaaah!! Ahhhh, yesssss, Daddy, just like that," your voice feels strained from all the screaming you've been doing for the past hour. Lips are swollen from the constant biting, your butt stinging from the intense contact with your ex-husband's pelvis. It's hard to think of anything but the man above you and his dick rearranging your slit like his personal toy. You never thought you'd experience this exhilarating and rewarding sensation again. And now that you do, it's all you want to indulge in. "H-Harder, pleaseeee, I want mo—Ahhhnnn!"

Toji grinds his hips down to your ass, churning your insides and grazing your cervix to the point of incoherent babbles. "Mmmm, oooh, shit, fuckin' shit. You're too tight on me, mama." He gives you a sharp thrust when you least expect it, and the walls of your chasm clamping down on his length has him hiss. It's hard to believe you're permitting him to have you like this. It's been five years. Five years of respectful boundaries and keeping a platonic relationship. Five years of denying feelings of want and desire. All those years of heavy guilt suddenly lifted from his shoulders just for him to have you under his bow again, your body quivering and voice shaky because of his touch.

It feels so surreal...But, God, Toji missed this so goddamn much. Missing your eyes, your smile, your touch, your body. Just you. Only you. "Hnnngh!! Damn, you feel so fuckin' good, baby. Can never have enough..."

"Mnnaaaah! Daddy, I'm gonna cummm, I'm gonna—Oooohh!!" The tip of his shaft scrapes the upper walls of your vagina, your brain pounding so hard to the point it hurts. "Pleaseee, let me cum, Daddyyy..."

He can tell you're close and senses your orgasm climbing up with his. That's when the pace of his hips goes erratically fast, jabbing your sweet spots and tender cervix, causing more tears to come down and your peak to finally release for the third time that night. As you cream on his cock, Toji's not too far from his own crescendo. Your velvety walls contract around his member divinely, and the older man spills his load into your quivering figure.

You're allowed to experience the aftershocks of your orgasm as you two let your bodies calm down, Toji laying his chest on your sweaty, heaving back. He then slowly removes his dick from your chasm, and the essence of your unioned sex feels cold while sliding down your inner thighs.

"Haaaaah...Mmmm, thank you, Toji." You whimper out as he lays kisses down your neck and shoulders. "Thank you..."

But little did you know that it wasn't the last of it. Before you could apprehend what was going on, Toji already had you flipped over to your back, stationing your legs on his shoulders to a mating press. And you see that his cock is not limp yet...

W-Wait a damn second—

"T-Toji, wait, hold on!" You try to rationalize with the man who aligns his shaft to your gushing vulva, and your sweat runs cold. "It's getting late. I just came three times already! We should—Nmmmph!!"

The head of his cock slides right in thanks to the slick and come lubricating your opening. Adding his weight onto you as he pushes his length deep into your chasm again, you cry choked sobs when he meets your cervix again, and his pelvis rubs against your clitoris. "Sorry, mama. Just lemme finish here, 'kay? Daddy missed havin' you like this, so I wanna give you all of me while I still can."

...who has your fatigued self lying on his chest, rubbing circles on your back and placing soft kisses on your forehead as you feel the effects of sleep slowly creep up on you. The lights are now off, the moonlight bargaining from the curtains being the only light source as you two are ready to gather whatever amount of sleep you can get.

"Hey, baby." But before that, Toji wants your attention for the last time before you sleep.

"Mhmm?" Your eyes are closed, but your ears are still open to listen.

His eyes drift down to the left hand that lays motionless on his chest. The gem on the ring flashes softly for it to be distinguishable. "How come you were wearin' your ring at the club?"

A few seconds go by before you give him the honest truth. "Same reason you wear yours. I always wear it when going out somewhere or alone someplace. Gives people the idea that I'm not ready for anyone else."

"Then why not wear it when I'm around?"

You giggle breathlessly. "Same reason why you don't let me see yours. I don't need a ring when I have you with me. A ring doesn't compare to my big man who will love and protect me wherever we go."

And Toji doesn't ask anything else after that. He lets you fall asleep in his arms and listens to your breathing follow a melodic rhythm. Your words stick with him even when his eyes close, and he soon falls into a deep sleep.

It's far-fetched to think that you two will be married again. Maybe it's possible in his dreams, but not in the real world. Regardless, Toji knows he will always stand beside you and be there for you. With or without a ring that's merely evidence of your love to outsiders. He knows you love him, and that's all he needs to keep moving. And if he could have you as his wife again, he'd sweep you off your feet in a heartbeat.

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tatoda · 9 months

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You v’s Me || conrad fisher x fem!reader

!!MINORS DNI!!

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summary: you’ve always been in a competition with conrad which grew both of you to hate each other…or maybe it’s love?

pairing: conrad fisher x fem!reader

warnings: angst, fluff, SMUT towards the end but it’s not much, fem receiving, conrad being cocky and hot duh CHARACTERS ARE 18

wc: 1.8k

susannah is not sick in this fic! hope y’all enjoy :)

Ever since you were kids, you and conrad have had competitions every summer. It’s something that was never forgotten and the person who won got bragging rights the whole year until it was summer again. The tradition started when you were 10 and conrad was 11. It started sweet when your families visited the boardwalk but soon enough conrad was the competitive side to you, and he knew he needed to beat you in any game or challenge.

You both were now 18 and 19. You were starting your first year of college and conrad was going into his second year. He bragged in your face for getting into your dream college Brown last year and now this year, you get to brag and tell him you got into pre-med early for Brown during early admissions back in november but couldn’t tell him so you had to wait to see his reaction at dinner.

Everyone saw it but you and conrad. The whole family could see the tension between the two of you guys and your competition. It was declared that conrad had a crush on you the second year you visited cousins, laurel was the first to point it out to susannah, and then the whole family knew by the end of the summer but you and conrad didn’t believe any of it. But you wouldn’t lie, you had a crush on him and were just hoping to hate him to get rid of the schoolgirl crush.

“so y/n,” susannah began “what was the big news you wanted to share with everyone?”

“oh yes.” and put your fork down “i got into Brown pre-med.” you smiled and conrad’s fork froze with his mouth open and all you did was smirk at him “actually susannah, i got in early admissions in november. i’ve just been saving the news up for this very moment.” you gave conrad a tight-lipped smile

“that’s amazing news!” she cheered “we should celebrate with a late movie tonight!”

“a-actually we were gonna head to the country club, they are playing all the avengers movies in order,” jeremiah spoke up stopping his mom from getting too excited

“of course! we can do something tomorrow night.” she gasped “oh gosh connie, that means y/n will be going to school with you!”

“yep.” he moved some food around on his plate not looking up

“don’t sound too excited connie.” you mocked and he rolled his eyes without looking up at you

“yippee, what do you want? a golden star?” he huffed and pushed out his chair before leaving the table

“y/n it’s the first night, lay low.” laurel said from her spot at the table

“you know whoever gets the first point basically wins the summer, it’s guaranteed.”

“you and you’re little competition,” she muttered

After dinner, it was time to head to the country club for the movie. It was only a few people who got invited to the place so you all fit into the movie room. You brought a blanket with you because you know it gets cold there. You all filed into the room once cam arrived and sat down. You went for the top to have some space for yourself. But before you could do that conrad plopped his body in the chair next to you.

“no, absolutely not.” you groaned

“there’s nowhere else for me to sit.” you glanced down and there was a seat next to taylor and steven

“literally right there!” you gestured to the spot

“and watch them make out all night, no thanks.” he reclined the chair back and put the middle console up so there was more room for y’all

“why would you put that up?”

“because it’s a waste of space and my elbow runs into it.” you huffed and fell back into your seat “so, Brown huh?” why was he being nice?

“yeah, so what?” you looked at him but he was looking at cam who was trying to use the remote to get the movie started

“nothing, just congrats. i know you have been wanting to get in your whole life.”

“thanks,” you whispered not used to getting compliments from him

“i’ll still beat your ass at everything there though.” and he was back

“yeah right dumbass.” he flicked your forehead “ow!”

“you’re the dumbass when i get a higher gpa than you.”

“like that’s even possible! you know i’m already ahead of you.”

“you can’t process any information in that pretty little head of yours!”

“you can’t because you’re too busy drinking all the damn time!” you yelled back

“at least i can relax-“

“guys!” jeremiah yelled throughout the whole room “shut the fuck up for once! y’all have to come help with snacks.” you both sighed and got out of your seats. you passed by steven and he winked which you flipped him off

“that was your fault,” you muttered walking past him as he held the door for you—so kind—

“oh yeah, sure drama queen.”

You both followed jere to the kitchen and he opened one of the doors for all of the snacks in a closet before waving at you both and closing the door.

“five minutes to work out whatever is happening and then i’m coming back so we can start the movie!” he yelled locking the door

“fuck you jere!” conrad let out but his brother was long gone “this is all your fault.” he walked around the room. the only light was the upper one that was slowly running out of juice

“oh yeah sure it's all my fault!” you sassed back

“if you would just shut up about always being the better one then we would never be here.”

“oh and you’re so great conrad?” stopped about 10 feet away from you on the other side of the closet

“i mean i won our little contest 5 years in a row so i should get a nice pat on the back.” he shrugged

“you’re so full of yourself.” you laughed

“thank you. i appreciate that.”

“it wasn’t a compliment asshole.” you went and tried opening the door but it was in fact locked

“do you not want to be trapped in a room with me y/n?”

“no, you should have an illness that could spread to me through the air.” you turned to look at him “why can you just let me win, for one time in my life i want to have something to be proud of conrad!” he was taken back by your statement “i never get anything! i have to watch it all get ripped from me and compared to something better! i can never win anything! and you and your rude comebacks don’t help!” you ran your fingers through your hair “belly gets volleyball captain and a new fancy boyfriend, steven get taylor, jeremiah gets into a frat and has a girlfriend! i got pre-med, which is amazing but it’s nothing compared to yo-“ you mouth was shut. no, you didn’t just stop talking. there were hands on either side of your face and lips pressed against yours that were definitely not your lips but conrad’s he kissed you hard and you let your eyes close and fall into the kiss as you kissed him back softly and when he pulled back he looked into your eyes

“shut up.” he breathed out “you are amazing, okay? i’m sorry for the fucking competitions. it was the only way i got to spend time with you.” you were starstruck maybe this was a dream “you’re too good for me, you’re too smart, too beautiful, overall i feel like i should never be seen with you because you’re too good for me.”

“kiss me.” he blinked at you “kiss me again conrad.” he smiled before kissing you again backing you up into a shelf and holding your face tight. you brought one hand to run through his hair and the second one slowly lifted his shirt so you could slip your hand under and feel his skin and he shuttered under you “sorry, are my hands cold?” you didn’t stop feeling around his stomach and chest area which made him breathe out a long breath

“no it feels nice, different.” he moved back down to your lips and your hand slowly went around his body but you two were cut off my knocking on the door

“times up shitheads!” you moved away from each other and conrad fixed his shirt and hair before stepping out of the room and you followed. you made it back into your seats and cam started the movie switching the lights off. conrad’s cheeks were flushed in the darkness as he took some of your blanket from you to cover him and you

The movie went on and everyone was in their own place. Conrad slowly moved his hand to rust on your thigh and you froze as his hand moved towards the waistband of your pants. You looked at him but he was just looking at the screen. His fingers messed with the waistband before going past your shorts and underwear. You slowly moved closer to him and his hand was extremely close to your clit. Before you could say anything he took one of his fingers to rub it softly and you gasped, but no one looked back thinking you were doing it at the movie.

“you have to be quiet,” he muttered into your ear before continuing his movements over your clit faster this time making you open your legs for him

“con,” you laid your head on his shoulder not trusting your head to stay up and he moved slowly to your entrance sliding a finger up feeling the effect he has on you

“i’ve always wanted to do this.” he then slid one finger into you and his thumb rested on your clit adding pressure to the pleasure

“fuck.” he moved his finger in and out feeling the breathing from you on his neck and he was slowly getting hard under the blanket hoping no one could see “another.” you sighed digging your fingernails into his arm and he slid a second finger in moving faster in and out rubbing your clit and he also used another finger to pinch it causing you to jump

“careful.” he moved his hand faster now wanting you to finish, just from him and him alone. “come on baby.” he kissed your head “give it to me” he rubbed your clit harder and his fingers moved faster you could definitely hear the wet sounds if the movie was not at an intense moment

“cumming.” you bit down on his neck cumming on his fingers as he slid them in and out to let you go through your high before pulling them out and slowly bringing his fingers to suck on them “my gosh.” you looked up at him

“if it isn’t clear now, i’m done playing games with you.” he leaned toward you almost enough to kiss

“me too, no more games.”

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hellfirenacht · 8 months

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Wingman Part 2

No beta, we die like men and edit in post.

Summary: Steve ‘the Hair’ Harrington is your best friend, and is constantly striking out. Sick of this, you two make a deal; you’ll wing man for each other. Hooking Steve up with dates is easy, but he finds himself struggling to find you a date. At least, until Dustin starts talking about his new cool friend Eddie.

Part 1

Steve learned more in the next half hour about Eddie Munson than he ever wanted to know. Eddie had been in a band since middle school, and he played guitar. Eddie hadn’t started the Hellfire Club, but had taken it over three years ago and had been the designated DM ever since. Eddie probably sold drugs, but wouldn’t sell to freshmen. Eddie had picked out Dustin and Mike in the lunchroom after they had been banished from every other table. Eddie knew everything about metal music and sometimes skipped class to sleep in his van. Eddie lived in a trailer with his uncle Wayne and was probably going to graduate this year. Eddie was just so cool and Dustin clearly looked up to him.

Eddie also had long hair. Well, at least that was something you had been specific about.

“Do you think he’d be interested in going on a date with her?” Steve asked after Dustin had finished gushing about Eddie.

“Maybe?” Dustin said. “He doesn’t talk about his dating life much. We mostly just talk about music and D&D.”

Steve could have strangled him. “Dustin, you just spent the past half hour talking about him, knowing that this was to help her get a date. What do you mean ‘maybe’?”

“Look, I’m just giving you the information I have.” Dustin said. “If you want you could come to a Hellfire meeting and bring her along to meet him.” Once again he had a shit-eating grin that Steve was quickly losing tolerance for.

“We don’t go there anymore, we’re not gonna be allowed on campus.” Steve said. “Can’t you just, I don’t know, help set up some sort of meeting outside of school?”

Dustin thought for a moment, then snapped his fingers. “Sidequest day!” he said.

“Side- what?”

“Sidequest day! Sometimes Hellfire Club will meet up at the arcade to play games. Eddie will sometimes give buffs or inspiration for the game if we win tickets or get a high score.” Dustin explained.

“You’re speaking an alien language, Henderson.” Steve sighed.

“Just come to the arcade next Saturday and bring her.” Dustin instructed. “We can introduce them, and you can try and play matchmaker.”

It was as good a plan as any, and more importantly it was convenient. It would probably mean skipping out on a potential date but you’d already done so much for him that he’d be willing to give up a Saturday night to help you. He just needed to get you one date, and if that happened to be with Eddie Munson of all people then so be it.

“Fine, we’ll be there.” Steve agreed.

“Good!” Dustin smiled. “Now, about the campaign he’s running-”

Steve would let Dustin ramble for the rest of the shift about the campaign until you came out to politely kick Dustin out when you and Steve closed.

Going out on a Saturday night proved to be more tricky than expected. You were the only one who could reliably work on Saturday nights, being the only one willing to do so. It had taken a lot of pushing and some bribery to have Keith agree to take your shift for the night. He owed you anyway for all the times you had covered for him.

Steve hadn’t told you the full truth about what the plan was. He had only said that since you were a weirdo, he’d take you to the arcade where other weirdos might be. It didn’t make a whole lot of sense to you since you’d been to the arcade plenty of times and it was mostly kids there. It didn’t seem like the ideal spot to flirt with guys, but he knew more about this stuff than you did.

He told you to meet him outside the arcade at 6:30, and to look good. You had insisted that you always looked good, but you at least made sure to wear something that made you feel confident and followed up the same with your hair and make up. When was the last time you had an excuse to really put in effort? You looked presentable at work, but this was different. Your reflection in the mirror after you had put yourself together made you feel good. Even if tonight was a total bust on the flirting front, at least you knew you looked good.

It was 6:20 when you showed up at the arcade, and Steve showed up at 6:35. The past fifteen minutes had you watching excited kids and tired parents and disgruntled older siblings enter the building. If you were going to be completely honest, this didn’t seem very promising.

“So, I’m going to be frank with you, everyone here looks either way too young or too old for me.” you said as you both made your way inside. “The only person I’ve seen close to my age hanging around here is Keith and, Harrington, I swear if your end of the bargain is making me go on a date with him, I am firing you on the spot.”

“You can’t fire me.” Steve snorted.

“I can set you on fire.”

“I’m not setting you up with Keith!” he promised, holding his hands up. “I just think that this is a place where a lot of weirdos could hang out. And hey, if there’s no one here that’s interesting we could at least play some games or something.”

“Steve, I have a very serious question for you.” You turned to look him dead in the eyes. “This isn’t you trying to be my date, right? I know you’ve been overloading on romcoms with all the dates you’ve been going on. Please tell me this isn’t some sort of half-ass way to take me on an arcade date so you can say you got me a date.”

“What? No. You’re the one watching too many romcoms here.” Steve accused. “You turned me down, I get it, you have terrible taste. I accept this about you- ow!”

Steve winced as you smacked the back of his head. “Okay, good. I just wanted to make sure. Let’s just play some games for now, I’m really not seeing anyone our age around here.”

As the two of you made your way around the arcade, Steve kept an eye on the time. Dustin had told Steve that ‘Sidequest Day’ (whatever that meant) would be starting at 7:00. He just needed to keep you entertained for a half hour and then the club would show up.

Lucky for him, you were actually very easy to keep entertained. You bounced around from game to game, with eager enthusiasm often getting distracted by the many blinking lights and sounds from all the machines. You didn’t even notice it when a group of guys walked in all wearing the same shirt.

Steve noticed though.

“Henderson!” He called out, casually.

“Steve!” Dustin walked up to him. “What a surprise, I did not expect to see you at the arcade tonight!”

You looked up from a cabinet that you were considering playing, that was a weird tone of voice Dustin had used. One that seemed- no it was suspicious. Steve and Dustin had definitely planned on meeting here tonight. They really were not as smooth as they thought they were. But who were you to spoil a plan? You decided to roll with it.

“Hey, Dustin!” You said walking over to the pair. “Good to see you again.”

“They let you leave the Family Video?” Dustin asked. “The way Steve talked, you’d think they kept you chained to the front desk.”

“Union rules say that they have to let me leave at least once a week for mandatory enrichment time.” you joked. “Somehow I got lucky and got a Saturday off.”

You looked over Dustin, and his bright open button up on top of his Hellfire Club shirt. You had vague memories about that club in high school.

“Hellfire Club... I remember that from when I was in school.” you said after a moment. “Yeah, wasn’t it Chris Morrison that ran it?” You turned towards Steve.

“How would I know? I was popular.” Steve said.

“Yeah, I think he was the leader until he graduated and then Eddie took over.” Dustin said, looking down at his shirt. “I think he said that the club was a lot smaller back then.”

“Yeah well Chris was a dick who didn’t actually want anyone joining his super secret club.” you huffed, rolling your eyes.

“Wait, you knew him?” Dustin’s eyes widened.

“That’s a strong word, but we were in the same grade. I tried to ask him about the club once but he blew me off and told me I wasn’t smart enough to understand the game. So I got a copy of the rule book and spent the next few weeks memorizing it out of spite.” you snorted.

Steve looked at you like you had lost your mind (fair), and Dustin looked like he couldn’t believe what you’d just said (impressed).

“...Anyway, I see a lot of the same shirt running around now. I take it that Hellfire isn’t as closed off now?” you asked.

“Uh, yeah!” Dustin said. “The new leader- Eddie- he’s a lot more open to people joining. He’s the one who invited me and Mike to join.”

You looked over at where Mike was leaning over a cabinet in concentration. He didn’t come into Family Video as often as Dustin did to bother Steve, but he had come in enough for you to witness the kid shoot up about a foot in the past few months.

“It’s alarming how fast he’s growing.” you said. “Well, I’m glad that it’s more open now and that you’re having fun with it.”

“Yeah, Eddie’s great, you should meet him!” Dustin said.

You stared at him, and slowly looked over to Steve whos’ face had met his palm.

“Steve.” you said slowly. “Did you bring me to the arcade to meet a highschooler?”

“He’s twenty!” Both Dustin and Steve said in unison. You weren’t sure if that was better or worse.

You knew that the dating pool would be limited for you, but you didn’t think it would be that narrow. Still, beggars couldn’t be choosers, and if Dustin and Steve both vouched for this guy it couldn’t be that bad, right?

“Oh boy.” you sighed. “Alright, I’ll play along. Does this guy know I’m supposed to be meeting him?”

“Nope!” Dustin said. “He doesn’t have a clue.”

“Wait, did you tell Dustin about our deal, Steve?” you asked.

“I needed help and he happened to have a new older male friend that happens to be a freak.” Steve said nonchalantly. Well, this was going to be a very interesting night.

“He’s more than just a freak, you know.” frowned Dustin.

You racked your brain trying to think back to your time in high school, trying to remember if you knew any Eddie’s. In all honesty, you never were good at noticing people outside of your own circle of friends. How some people seemed to know everyone's full name and popularity rank was beyond you. Hawkins High had 2000 students, like how did people even know that much? Who had the time? Who cared?

While Dustin and Steve continued their odd squabble, you looked around the arcade for this mystery person. Nope, still nothing but not-age-appropriate high schoolers. Oh well, the Q*bert cabinet was free, and playing a round was better than standing around nervously to meet someone who had no idea they were being set up to meet you.

Damn, poor guy had no idea what he was getting himself into tonight. You felt a little bad that you were potentially crashing his club’s night out. If this went bad, you were putting Steve on backroom duty for a month.

“Where are you going?” Dustin asked as you walked off.

“I’m gonna play a game,” you said, putting your quarter in the machine. “Let me know when this guy shows up because I cannot take the suspense.”

“You know, this is why it’s hard to get you a date. You keep saying you’re interested and then the second you have a chance to meet someone you change the subject.” Steve sighs, leaning against the machine.

“Who are you, my therapist?” You asked, focusing on the game. “I know you’re right. If I’m going to be completely honest with you I am actually nervous about meeting someone. I’m sure that it’ll be fine and I have no real expectations but it’s still hard to put yourself out there.”

“I’ve been putting myself out there for months and had a two month dry streak.” he pointed out as Dustin stepped behind you and watched you play.

“You’re King Steve. People will like you no matter if they date you or not. You’re popular, as you love to keep reminding me.” You didn’t take your eyes from the screen.

“Yeah, well I was also a total dick in high school.” Steve admitted. “I fucked up a lot and pissed a lot of people off because I thought I was hot shit. If you want the honest truth, I’d probably be a better person if I hadn’t tried so hard to be popular. It took getting my ass kicked for me to realize that.”

“It’s true, he got his ass beat a lot this summer.” Dustin piped up which earned a glare from Steve.

You thought this over, the movement of the character on screen helping you think. “If I wasn’t enough for anyone in Hellfire when I was a junior, if I wasn’t enough for the freaks when I was a weirdo in school, why would I be now?”

“Because Chris Morrison was a dick!” Dustin yelled out, far louder than he really should have.

“Jesus, Dustin we are right here!” you said, shaking your head.

“Henderson is right.” a new voice said from behind you. “Morrison was the biggest asshole that Hellfire has ever seen. Worst DM too.”

The voice was lower in tone than Steve’s, and there was an energy to it that made everything else background noise. This new person was very sure of themselves, and you had a very bad feeling of who was going to be standing behind you as soon as you turned around.

You focused even harder on the game.

“I had one conversation with him in Junior year and promised myself to never talk to him again.” you said, trying to calm yourself. He definitely did not sound like a high schooler, which was a good sign. You risked a glance at Steve who looked like he didn’t know what to make of the newcomer. That was a bad sign. Maybe.

“Yeah well I wouldn’t have kept talking to him if I could have helped it.” This voice- you were going to just assume it was Eddie, said. “I didn’t think you were the type to hang out at the arcade, Harrington.”

“I’m not.” Steve said. “I am only here for a friend.” Steve gestured to you, smacking your hand on ‘accident’ and making you die. “Whoops.”

It was clear he had done that completely on purpose. Backroom duty for a week.

“Thanks, Steve.” you said and turned around slowly to face this new person.

Oh, you were going to murder Steve Harrington into the ground dead. The man before you- and he was definitely a man- was unfortunately for you, completely your type. Long wavy brown hair fell just past his shoulders onto a denim vest covered in buttons and patches over a leader jacket. He was also wearing a Hellfire Club t-shirt and you glanced a quick look at his ripped jeans and wallet chain.

You wished that you would have warned Steve that you were never your types’ type. This was doomed before it even started. But that was a freeing thought in a way, you weren’t going to be this guy's type so that meant you didn’t have to try. If Steve could hear your thoughts, he’d probably get pissed at you for already giving up, but that was fine.

“Oh uh, Eddie, this is Steve and his co-worker.” Dustin said, introducing you by your name and title. “They both went to Hawkins High.”

“Nice to meet you.” you reached out and offered your hand, and he took it. Eddie’s hand was warm and you got a glance at chunky silver rings on his fingers. There was an expression on his face that you couldn’t quite read; he was smiling but also seemed to be studying you.

“I know who King Steve is.” Eddie said in a way that made Steve roll his eyes. “When did you go to school?” he asked.

“I graduated in ‘83.” you said, looking at him. His eyes were very round and expressive, and he was still studying you. There was something familiar about him that you couldn’t place your finger on. Then again, he was only a little younger than you so you probably saw him in school.

That was good enough for Eddie as he dropped your hand and turned back to Dustin. “So, Henderson. Are you going to keep standing there talking, or are you going to earn that magic dice roll you’ve been talking about all week?”

You’d never seen Henderson look nervous around Steve, but there was tension in Dustin’s shoulders as Eddie talked to him. But you didn’t get the sense that it was a bad thing, Eddie seemed... intense. With Steve, Dustin was always ready to bicker with and defy. With Eddie, he was ready to hop to it, whatever it was.

Geeze, no wonder Steve was jealous.

“Yup!” Dustin said quickly. “I’m just gonna go, go over there and find something to play.” He glanced at you pointedly before hurrying off in Mike’s direction.

“So, my friend here actually had an interest in Hellfire Club back in the day.” Steve said before Eddie could turn and leave. Eddie looked at you in surprise.

No one would find Steve’s body after you were done with it.

“Really?” Eddie said. “And what about our little club was so interesting to you?”

You didn’t miss the way Eddie’s eyes glanced at Steve. That was a look you understood all too well, it was one you’d given many a popular kid back in the day. Eddie thought Steve was being a dick, and for good reason. That was the look you’d given when someone came up to you and said ‘my friend thinks you’re cute’. Except now you were the friend.

There was no going back now, you couldn’t let that tension be his first impression of you. Steve had set you up to be honest and vulnerable right off the bat. Great.

“Yeah, I asked Chris about joining back then.” you said honestly. “I’d had an interest in D&D, but never had a chance to play. But he shot me down pretty hard, so I... didn’t.”

Eddie’s shoulders relaxed as he looked down at you. “That doesn’t surprise me.” he said. “He was a bigger cynic than I am, and wouldn’t give anyone outside Hellfire the time of day. He didn’t even talk to anyone after he graduated.”

His gaze didn’t leave yours and it almost felt like there was a spotlight on you. Or maybe one of those lamps that you’d see in movies when someone was being interrogated. Eddie might have relaxed but you had a feeling that Steve being here wasn’t exactly winning you points. But Steve was also your friend, which made things a bit complicated.

Damn, why did you always have to be the one to bend over backwards to impress a guy? This is why you stopped dating in high school. Oh wait, this guy didn’t even know he was supposed to be making an impression. Looks like you were going to have to be the one to take the lead on this one.

Not that it mattered, because as previously stated, this was already dead on arrival.

The conversation immediately stagnated, as anything interesting you could have possibly said died in your throat. You could feel Steve’s gaze boring into your skull now, willing you to say something.

“Yeah, he wasn’t really social.” you managed to force out.

The sound of a game machine and hyped yelling suddenly echoed through the arcade and the three of you looked up to see the whole club huddled around a basketball game, cheering one of their friends on.

Eddie took that as his sign to remove himself from the conversation and made his way towards the game without so much as a goodbye.

“Seriously?” Steve asked when Eddie was out of earshot. “I hand you a conversation topic on a plate and you fumble it that badly?”

“I couldn’t think of anything to say!” you groaned. “Gossiping about Chris Morrison isn’t exactly the juicy conversation topic you think it is.”

“You were supposed to talk about your nerd shit, not about Chris!” he shot back.

“He thought we were making fun of him, Steve.” you said, watching as Eddie stood with his arms crossed as his club cheered over the game they were playing. Two members flanked him on each side, and even if you didn’t know that he was in charge, it was clear that he held power over these kids.

“Making fun of him? How the hell did you get that idea?” Steve was gawking at you. “I told him you were interested in his weird club!”

“Steve, I get that you were popular in high school. But you know that popular kids are dicks right? That popular kids will say things that sound nice, but are clearly making fun of whatever it is they’re talking about? That’s what he thought was happening.” You sighed.

“That’s not- I didn’t-” He was at a loss for words for a moment. “Shit. Did it really sound like that?”

“With the way he looked at me? Yeah, he thought so.”

The two of you were quiet for a moment, and you leaned against the arcade cabinet again as you contemplated what the next move would be. Maybe you’d just adopt a cat or twelve instead.

“I knew people did that.” Steve admitted after a while. “I hated it, but I went along with that shit because my shit friends told me it was fine and cool.”

“Steve, while I always appreciate that you are always learning and growing, let’s save the character development for later.” you said, cracking your knuckles. “Now, are you gonna help me talk to this guy or what?”

That snapped him out of his pity party. “You’re right, tonight isn’t about me. I’m sorry.” He looked at the club who was moving away from the hoops game and was spreading out again. You noticed that it was Lucas who they had been cheering for, Mike and Dustin were clapping him on the shoulder in congratulations. It was nice seeing the three hanging out together again.

“So you are interested in him” Steve said suddenly, looking at you with wide eyes. “That conversation was so dry I thought you weren’t actually interested.”

You glanced down at the obnoxiously colored carpet with mild embarrassment. “Steve, I’ll be frank with you-”

“Hi, Frank.”

That cut the tension and the two of you found yourself laughing- it wasn’t even funny but it was an inside joke that you two had shared over the past four months. It reminded you that despite how different you two were, he was still your friend.

“Shut the actual fuck up, Harrington.” you laughed. “I’m serious.”

“I thought you were Frank.”

“Shut up.” you gasped out. It really was not funny and yet the two of you couldn’t stop laughing. You two must have looked like idiots to anyone who was passing by you, and you were. You were both idiots.

When the laughter finally subsided, you looked over at Steve. “Steve, I think he’s attractive.”

“I do not see the appeal, but I still accept you have weird taste- don’t hit me again!” He lifted his hands as you raised your own.

You lowered your arm and looked around the arcade until your gaze fell on Eddie again.

"It's pissing me off because I swear I should know him, but I can't put my finger on it." You said as he put a quarter in a machine to play. "I mean, yeah we went to the same school but I feel like there's something else."

"I'm surprised you two didn't know each other." Steve said. "He's the freak of Hawkins and you're weird. Shouldn't you two have crossed paths before?"

"Maybe?" You shrugged. "I was oblivious in school. I only knew your name because being called 'the hair' is objectively funny."

"Ha ha. Super funny."

You kept Steve talking as you tried to figure out your next move. Him and Dustin had gone out of their way to try and introduce you to someone, and you didn't want to have those efforts wasted.

"That'll work" you said, interrupting whatever Steve was saying. You grabbed his hand and dragging him over to the air hockey table where Mike and Dustin were in the middle of an intense game.

You put two quarters down on the edge of the table as the puck whizzed by your fingers, hurdling towards Mike's goal. There was a loud and satisfying clack as Mike pushed it towards Dustin.

"I'm playing the winner." You said firmly.

Another satisfying clack echoed as Dustin pushed the puck back.

"I'll be more than happy to play you when I kick Mike's ass." Dustin said, not looking up.

"You're two points down, there's no way you're beating me!" Mike shot back with his words and puck.

"You've never beat me at air hockey before and I'm not letting you start now!"

You pulled your hands back from the edge of the table as the two friends trash talked each other. Steve moved to Dustin's side while you drifted closer to Mike, an unspoken rivalry brewing between the four of you.

Well, unspoken til you opened your mouth.

"Kick his ass, Mike." You said, watching as the puck shot back and forth between the boys.

"That's what I'm doing!" The gangly teen responded as the clack of the game echoed through the arcade.

Steve, shook his head. "I thought you said you had a plan?"

"My idea was I wanted to play air hockey." You said. "I never said it had anything to do with anything else."

Dustin looked up from the table as the puck shot through the goal on Mike's side, with a triumphant grin.

"See? I was going easy on you, Mike!" He said.

Mike groaned "You're still a point behind and I need a point to win." He said, setting the puck back out.

"I've beat you under worse conditions. Plus El isn't here to help you." Dustin shot back.

"She doesn't help!" Mike said defensively.

"Oh, and I am supposed to believe that the pink was just sent flying like that because you're so strong last time?"

"Yes! Exactly! Now shut up!" Mike said, giving Dustin a glare that clearly told him to shut up. You looked at Steve for clarification, but he was decidedly not looking at you.

Weird.

The game continued between the two boys, with you and Steve each cheering on your respective freshmen. Mike had the reach, but Dustin had the brain.

"Just give it up, Henderson- I'm gonna win and get that advantage in the next session." Whatever this rivalry was, you were now living for it. You had spent so long in a work-home-work rut, and this was way more entertaining than hearing about Steve's love life.

"Yeah? What are you gonna use it for? Another failed summoning spell?" Dustin laughed.

"It would have worked if it wasn't for Eddie's stupid rule about-"

"Stupid? Oh, I'm sure he'd love to hear more about your idea of how he should have let you cheat. HEY, EDDIE! MIKE WANTS TO TALK TO YOU."

Both you and Mike visibly tensed as Dustin yelled out for the whole arcade to hear. You gave Steve a panicked look that mirrored Mike's so perfectly that Steve had to laugh.

Backroom duty for a month.

Eddie appeared again, standing on the opposite side of the table of you and Steve, looking at his freshmen.

"Oh really? And what could Mike Wheeler want to speak to me about?" He asked.

You didn't miss the way his eyes glanced over to you and Steve for a split second. There was an air about him that you were trying to put your finger on. The best way would be to say that he was 'on'. Right now, he was in charge of his club, and he didn't seem excited that a former popular basketball player and a background character were crashing what was supposed to be his night out.

You were starting to regret this meetcute.

“Nothing!” Mike said, his voice cracking as he barely managed to block the puck from going into the goal. It was a tense game now, and it was clear that Dustin had put Mike into a disadvantage by bringing Eddie into this.

Steve made eye contact with you and gave you a shit eating grin. Oh no, no he wasn’t going to-

“I’m going to go to the bathroom.” Steve waved and quickly made an exit.

Two months in the backrooms.Plus bathroom duty.

It was clear why he ditched you with the way Eddie’s eyes darted as he left. There was a hint of distrust, one that you couldn’t blame him for. The only way you could possibly get an in with this guy would be if Steve wasn’t there waving his popularity flag.

Eddie glanced back over to you for just a split second before turning back to Mike.

“You sure about that, Wheeler?” He asked, an amused edge in his voice. “Because Henderson over here seems to think you have something you wanna say to me.”

“I don’t have anything to say!” The panic in Mike’s voice was evident, and Dustin just barely missed getting into the goal. “Nothing! We’re all good here- shit”

The puck, which had been flying between the two teens so fast now you could hardly keep up, had been caught on Mike’s- Clacker? Paddle? (Did that thing even have a word?). It had been caught between that and the corner, sending the puck flying upwards and flying straight towards your face. By some miracle, you managed to catch it, clapping it between your hands before it made contact with your nose. It probably wouldn’t have hurt, but you still weren’t interested in finding out.

“Holy shit.” you said with a laugh as the three guys looked at you in surprise. Mike looked embarrassed, and Dustin looked impressed.

“Nice reflexes!” he laughed.

“Damn, Mike you almost killed me! I know you’re still pissed I wouldn’t let you rent an R rated movie, but assassination is a bit overkill, don’t you think?” you asked.

“Shit, sorry.” Mike said, reaching for the puck again. You pulled it back and shook your head.

“Final round, sudden death.” you said.

“Seriously?! He’s still a point behind me!” Mike protested.

“Nu-uh. Almost killing me loses you a point.”

“I think that’s gotta be up to Eddie.” Dustin pointed out. “I mean, he’s the one in charge tonight.”

Oh, right. Oops. For a second you had actually forgotten that you were the one crashing the party here and that you didn’t have the same sway over the kids when not at work or when Steve wasn’t here.

You looked up at the man in front of you, pushing away any nerves and bottling them up to deal with later or never. What the hell did you have to prove to him anyway? Nothing. God, you were so bad at this, Steve was going to have an aneurysm trying to help you kick start a love life.

“What say you, Eddie of Hellfire?” you asked, offering him the puck as an act of goodwill.

His hand reached out, taking it as he considered you. You held your ground and met his eyes, not daring to give him any reason you had anything against him.

Eddie’s eyes moved between Mike’s panicked face and Dustin’s eager one. It was so funny how the two had zero problems bullying Steve but they made damn sure not to piss Eddie off. Well, at least too much if Dustin’s shit-eating grin was anything to go by.

A large grim broke out on Eddie’s face as he held the puck over the center of the table.

“Sudden death it is.” He said, staring directly at you as the puck dropped on the table.

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Metal type; Eddie Munson x reader

*Author's note*

Well this came at a funny moment, plus after seeing some posts of how Eddie Munson and Patrick Verona from 10 things I hate about you are similar, I figured why not do this fic with a fun little twist at the ending. Unlike my Halloween fic there's not much warnings here but I'll still list them as followed:

Warnings: parental death, grief, drugs (not hardcore just cigarettes and joints mentioned), some angst but ends with fluff at the end.

Enjoy the fic my darlings :)

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There’s been a lot of rumors going around lately. Now me I typically stay out of that gossiping chain because it’s just a bunch of hens clucking up the coop where they don’t need to be sticking their beaks into. But when the rumor’s involve (Y/n), that starts perking up my ears like a deer.

Now lately my girl’s (well at least in my head she’s my girl, I haven’t gotten the balls to ask her out yet but I have my reasons! Like this for example) been going through a rough patch. Her mom just passed away from breast cancer and it’s been hard on her not only having to go through the whole funeral process and trying to figure out how to keep the house, and trying to deal with all of that whilst still going to school and trying to finish off senior year.

She shouldn’t need all this stress. She deserves to have fun her last year of school, not be dealing with house mortgage, trying to sell her mom’s stuff or put it in storage, keep paying off the funeral and hospital bills, Jesus Christ she shouldn’t deal with this. Now I have tried to at least help her but she’s been pushing me away telling me and the guys that she’s fine and that she doesn’t want to burden us with all this family drama.

Now I may have been young when I lost my mom, but I remember the stress that Wayne felt having to go through mom’s stuff since my old man sure as hell wasn’t going to do any of it. But that’s not even the worst part of the rumors.

Hawkins is a small town where everyone knows everyone blah blah blah blah, but there is a new face that’s been around Hawkins since the start of the new year. Some guy from Seattle named Patrick Verona. Now if I’m honest, he seems like a descent guy. Good taste in music, pretty metal looking, not into sports or anything like most guys are. But he’s been hanging around (Y/n) far too much and he doesn’t even go to our school and yet people are saying they’re dating.

Again I’ve tried not to believe the rumors but I have seen how Patrick seems to be there whenever (Y/n) is too depressed to be around anyone else. Always having an arm around her, allowing her a shoulder to cry on, and even kissing her tears away. I can do all of that, hell we’ve been friends since middle school! Why can’t she allow me to do any of that stuff for her!? I want to be there for her so why isn’t she letting me help her out!?

It was lunchtime and once again (Y/n) hadn’t shown up for lunch. I silently munched on my pretzels.

“(Y/n) not joining us again?” I heard Henderson say.

“Nope.” Said Jeff.

“I think I heard she went off with that Patrick guy again. Saw his bike coming up during third block just before the lunch bell rang.” Said Gareth.

“And my best guess is she’s gonna miss Hellfire again.” Whined Wheeler.

“Back off Wheeler!” I snapped throwing a pretzel at his head. “She has a very good excuse to miss so many meetings. Grief isn’t something that can just be put on hold like a stupid laundry basket game or a dentist appointment.”

“Ow! Jesus…..” Wheeler whined.

“He didn’t mean it Eddie.” Henderson tried to lighten up Wheeler’s insensitive comment.

“Really cause I think he was making a statement on how I should run my club. Am I wrong Wheeler?” I sneered lowly.

“No Eddie I swear I didn’t mean it like that. I’m sorry.” Even for his weak-ass apology, I dropped it and went back to my snacked lunch.

“To be fair though Eddie, normally this many missed Hellfire meetings results in automatic banishment from the club. You sure you ain’t just going easy on her because you love her?” Gareth said bluntly. I smacked him upside the head.

“Continue to say stupid shit like that and I’ll think about the banishment for another member of this group.” I threatened which got him to shut up and look back down at his tray. When I looked up I soon spotted (Y/n) heading for the back doors.

Quickly I grabbed my lunchbox and chased after her. I at least wanted to check up on her and see how she’s been doing since last I saw her a week or so ago.

“(N/n) wait! Wait!” I charged out the main doors of the school and she turned to face me.

“Oh Eddie, it’s you.”

“Yeah, sorry bout that didn’t mean to startle you.”

“You didn’t.” she looked extremely exhausted. Bags upon bags were under her eyes and the poor thing looked exhausted. The usual bubbly girl that I loved was nothing more than a shell of her former self. Hell this girl would even sleep in class, the one thing she’s never done for as long as I’ve known her.

“So—so listen I uhh—I know it’s been hard lately for you. But I-uhh…I was wondering if you’d like to uhh…..have a movie night after Hellfire at my place? I’ll let you pick out any of your favorites, even if it’s that cheesy rom-com shit that I don’t like.”

“Eddie, that’s sweet of you but I—”

“Hey girlie, everything alright here?” that Australian accent (which I think is fake) came up and soon Patrick came up wrapping an arm around (Y/n)’s shoulders and in his other hand a bag of McDonalds, all the while holding a toothpick between his teeth.

“Everything’s fine Patrick.” My jaw ticked as (Y/n) introduced us, “I don’t think you both have been properly introduced. Eddie this is Patrick, Pat this is Eddie Munson.”

“Ohh Eddie? The Eddie Munson? Well nice to meet you mate.” Being the gentleman, we both shook hands and I said trying not to sound condescending.

“You too man. Nice ride.”

“What that old thing? A hand me down by my dad. Trying to save up for a real sweet ride. May even take this little lady for a joy ride. God knows she needs it.” He lightly jostled her which made her smile what almost resembled her real, sunshine smile (the smile that I always got out of her, the smile that rivals all the stars in the sky, the smile that I wish I could make her do again, but they all seem to be reserved for Patrick Verona now).

“So uhh about……” I started back up the conversation between (Y/n) and I but she said.

“Eddie I’m sorry but Patrick and I have some plans tonight. Maybe some other time?”

“Yeah, yeah sure no uhh—no problem. Just figure I’d offer.” I said nonchalantly as I stuffed my hands in my pockets and kicked a couple of pebbles at my feet.

“And Eddie, about Hellfire I……”

“No need. Your temporary leave is still accepted. Just come to me whenever you’re ready to return.”

“Thanks for understanding Eddie.”

“C’mon sugar glider, better get going before someone sees us.” Patrick said as he took them over to his bike.

“See yah around Eddie.” She said to me.

“Yeah, yeah see yah.” She got behind Patrick and wrapped her arms around him as he placed a second helmet on her head before revving his bike and pulled on out of the parking lot driving off down the road. “That manipulative son of a bitch.” I walked back inside and prepared for the remaining day of hell.

The day came and went and I found myself over at Family video just to browse but also to return some of the movies that needed to be returned (they may also have been late I honestly can’t remember).

“And he just waltz up and has her pinned up to his side like an ornament.” I ranted. “And seriously I cannot take that accent seriously, don’t you think it’s fake?”

“Eddie, you’ve gotta stop obsessing over this Patrick guy, it’s not healthy.” Robin told me.

“I can’t Robin! The guy’s completely taking advantage of her! I can’t just sit idly by anymore as some metal-head biker punk comes into town, and swoops down at her like a hawk.”

“You know it is kinda scary how he almost resembles you. Same wild hair, same eyes, you sure you don’t gotta brother or something?” Steve asked as he was stacking some videos.

“Not helping here Harrington.” I grumbled.

“Eddie, how do you know this is like a romantic thing? I mean, take me and Steve. We hang out all the time and we’re not together.”

“Oh absolutely not. Yet I’ll always have Robin’s back if she needs it.”

“Strictly platonic. With a capital PLAH. Have you seen them kiss on the lips?”

“No. But that doesn’t mean they probably don’t do it behind closed doors. Plus couples don’t always make lip to lip contact in public.”

“You can kiss platonically too. I see the cheerleaders doing it all the time, course it’s that fake Barbie air-cheek kiss but still they do it. You’re letting your imagination run wild, again.”

“Plus man if you had told her how you felt in the first place, maybe this wouldn’t be happening.” Steve added.

“I told you man, I was going to tell her but then she got the call from the hospital about her mom’s diagnosis. It—didn’t feel right to tell her. She needed her best friend, not a confession to think over while her mom’s dealing with sudden stage 4 breast cancer.”

“I agree with him on that Steve.” Robin said.

“Okay, okay but still you just…..gotta relax, okay? Look maybe he’ll move on after a while and forget about (Y/n).”

“It’s impossible to forget about her, that girl can make anyone fall in love with her.” I grumbled. The bell rang and speak of the devil himself, Patrick came strolling in and he said.

“I’m told this is where you can get some good films.”

“Yeah, yeah what can we help you with?” Steve spoke up.

“Something upbeat and funny. Sugar glider needs it for tonight.” Sugar glider? Wait that’s what he had called (Y/n) yesterday, she isn’t…..after rejecting our daily movie night she goes off and has a movie night with this asshole? I swear if he weren’t so relatable, I’d beat his ass right now.

“Okay well comedies are just over there man.”

“Thanks mate, say you two wouldn’t happen to be Steve Harrington and Robin Buckley would you?”

“We are, how do you know our names?” Robin said.

“(Y/n) has told me a lot about you two. Especially how you two have been helping her out with sorting through her mum’s belongings. My thanks to you both.” So she goes off and tells this guy about all of us but she doesn’t say a word about you?

“Yeah, yeah it was no problem. She’s helped us out so it was only fitting we’d help her out.” Robin said as she was stacking some tapes along the shelf. As Patrick picked out some of (Y/n)’s favorite comedies like Beverly Hills Cop, Ferris Buller’s Day off, Back to the Future, and the Princess Bride. As Robin rang them up for him, he turned to me and asked, “Now (Y/n) told me you’re the one to go to with some good deals on weed. You got anything in stock?”

Weed? Doesn’t he know that (Y/n) hates the smell of weed? Hell the girl’s allergic to cigarette smoke! Which is why I always make it appoint to never, ever under any circumstances wear the same clothes I smoke in around her let alone smoke around her. Hell I’ll have the trailer burning multiple scented candles just to rid of the smell, yeah it gives me and Wayne headaches but it’s worth it so that she’s comfortable.

“What’s the occasion?” I demanded.

“Nothing special, just need a refill. Ran out of my own stuff and of course (Y/n) don’t have anything.” Jesus this guy is really gonna smoke around her?

“Regretfully I’m out of stock at the moment.”

“Damn, oh well. Gas station always has some smokes.” Jesus this guy is a grade A asshole. And not in the popular jock standard, I mean just straight up insensitive asshole. “Later.” He then walked out after paying for the videos.

“You see what I mean?!” I snapped lowly.

“The guy’s just asking for some smokes Eddie. You do it all the time.” Said Steve.

“Yeah but not around (Y/n)! Jesus I don’t even know why I’m still talking to you guys.” I rubbed my face into my hands in annoyance.

“Eddie, why don’t you just go home? Relax, have a drink, and just get your mind off of Patrick and (Y/n). I’m telling you you’re getting too involved in this and your imagination is running away with you.” Suggested Robin. I stuffed my hand into the twizzlers jar taking a handful of them, bit into one and stormed out of the store.

As I lay across my bed twirling a twizzler in my hand I couldn’t help but think about (Y/n) and Patrick. The more I thought about them together, the more my blood boiled and my other hand kept fidgeting with my rings.

“Screw it!” I sneered lowly before getting up, grabbing my keys and racing off toward her house. I parked a bit off from her house and slowly walked up towards her hedges and hid behind them. I slowly peeked over her window and saw (Y/n) sitting on the couch talking on the phone with someone while her TV was paused on Beverly Hills Cop.

Patrick soon came in with two beers and plopped down right next to her. He set the beers down and had an arm wrapped around her and he looked at her concerningly. His ringed hand stroking the top of her shoulder. She then hung the phone up and I saw her lower her face into her hands in defeat. Patrick stroked his hand through her hair and the two of them briefly exchanged words.

I then watched as (Y/n) got up from the couch but Patrick suddenly grabbed her by her waist and pulled her over his lap and he gave her a peck to her forehead. She gave him a gently slap to the chest before he allowed her to get up off his lap. But again, just as she walked two steps, he sat up, grabbed her by the waist again and pulled her back across his lap and pecked her twice this time on both her cheeks. She shoved at his face playfully and told him something that I couldn’t understand but he allowed her to get up a third time.

As she got up, he then grabbed her and they playfully went down to the ground as he wrestled on top of her tickling her, I could hear the faint sounds of her laughter coming out from the window.

So it is true, she really did find someone better than me. Well if that’s her decision then—I can’t stop her. But this guy should at least have the decency in knowing of what she likes. I walked over to the door and knocked on it rapidly. I heard the laughter stop and footsteps coming to the door and opening it was (Y/n)m her hair a bit disheveled from their wrestling I had just seen.

“Eddie, what are you—”

“I need to talk to Patrick.”

“Uhh okay.” I didn’t wait for her to open the door as I just stormed in. When I saw him getting up from the floor, he looked up at me and said.

“Well this is a surprise. Did you end up finding some smokes left over?” that smug-eating grin came across his face.

“Even if I did have any smokes or left over joints, I would tell you one thing. Don’t you ever smoke it around (Y/n), okay? She can’t stand the smell of it, not to mention she’s allergic to cigarette smoke. And that’s no joke, okay? Her breathing becomes so tight she can barely breathe, it’s like she’s going into anaphylactic shock if she even smells a whiff of it. So if you’re gonna date her, don’t you ever do that in front of her.”

“What?” he said confused with a head tilt.

“No, no you pay attention because you don’t know just how lucky you are man!” I snapped. I jostled his shoulders and emphasized each point I made with a firm poke to his chest. “You better treat this lady like a Queen, okay? Because if I had someone like (Y/n) (L/n) I would bring her her favorite flowers every chance I got. And they aren’t roses because she says roses are too cliché, you understand? Her favorite flowers are blue orchids, you got that blue orchids. Because they bring out her bright, beautiful eyes. And when she’s sick, she gets chicken ramen just like how her mom used to make for her with a side of saltine crackers. I would be her shoulder to cry on and her best friend. And I would spend every second of every day trying to get her to smile because she—she has the most beautiful smile that I’ve missed so much. And that I would do anything to see that smile again.”

I turned to look at (Y/n) who was staring at me with this wide-eyed look of awe. Even though my heart was aching at the fact I had now spilled my feelings for her even though she’d never be mine, I—I had to at least let her know that I’ll always be there for her.

“But she chose you. So……you better do just that. And much more to make her happy, especially now. Because that’s what I would do.” I released Patrick’s shoulders and went to walk out the door but (Y/n) quickly got to the door before me and shut it, staring up at me with soft but sad eyes.

We both stared at each other until she slowly walked towards me. I looked down shamefully but I soon felt her take my face in between her hands and her lips soon met mine. Her arms slid around my neck and I wrapped mine around her waist bringing her closer to me as I kissed her back.

“See what’d I tell yah? He’s your penguin.” Patrick’s voice said. We separated and saw he was leaning up against the wall, toothpick in mouth with a wide grin.

“What?”

“Eddie, I’d like for you to formally meet Patrick Verona. My cousin.” She told me. I looked to Patrick in shock who grinned at us again and gave me a two-finger salute.

“Your—your cousin……”

“Well when we call each other cousins its more loosely. I treat my little sugar glider like she’s my little sister.” Patrick told me.

“He’s been a real familial support system that I haven’t been getting with the rest of the family ever since mom got sick. After the funeral he just—showed up and he’s been staying here ever since helping me out with all this stuff.”

“Aunt (M/n) was the glue that kept the family together and ever since her death, the family’s been divided and (Y/n) has been stuck in the middle while still trying to finish school. I couldn’t let her go through all that drama and stress alone. One of us has to at least be successful, right sis?” He gave her a wink which made (Y/n) shake her head.

“They were right, I’m a complete dumbass.” I muttered.

“Look mate, any man whose willing to allow me to take this girl as my own, is a real man in my books. Even though if we did hook up we’d have some ugly-ass kids.” The three of us softly laughed. Patrick came up to me and placed a strong hand to my shoulder softly jostling it around, “You know, I haven’t heard my little sugar glider talk about a boy the way she talks about you Eddie Munson. Now I see that you are truly something special to my little cousin.” I turned over to (Y/n) and said.

“More than anything in this whole world.” (Y/n) softly smiled as she placed her hand over her heart.

“Then you have my permission to date her, but just know this. If you ever break her heart or mistreat her,” the sound of a switchblade came out and I froze as the gleam of the blade came below my chin.

“Patrick!” (Y/n) exclaimed. As quick as he had brought it out, he sheathed it back and put it back into his pocket.

“Just for a word of warning.” He gave me a hard pat on the back and walked out ruffling (Y/n) hair before saying. “Be back in a few hours, don’t have too much fun you two lovebirds.” Patrick then left the house leaving the two of us alone.

“I am so sorry about that, I swear that man acts like the fucking Joker sometimes.”

“He’s more metal than I ever could be.” (Y/n) came up and wrapped her arms around me.

“I think you are just the right amount of metal for me Eddie.”

“Really?”

“Really, really.” We both smiled and kissed each other again when a bang at the window spooked us apart and there stood Patrick giving us a warning glare (well mainly at me). (Y/n) flipped him off and tossed a pillow at the window. He stuck his tongue mockingly before disappearing from the window.

So the rest of the night was spent cuddling up on the couch watching her favorite movies until we both ended up falling asleep together. By morning I noticed a blanket had been put around us both and I knew I wasn’t the one to have done it and neither had (Y/n). There I saw a note on the table and it read:

Take care of my little sugar glider. And if you’re ever interested in some embarrassing stories she hasn’t told you from when we were kids, meet me for some smokes later this evening at the Hideout.

Patrick

I smiled and looked down at my best girl and kissed the top of her head. At least we both had something in common besides physical appearances and our outlook on the world, we both care deeply for this girl that’s in my arms and want nothing but the best for her as she tries to move on from her grief.

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Brewing Romance Chapter 4 Eye for a eye

A Collab Story with @lizaluvsthis SMG3 and SMG4 design for the AU by Liz!

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Summary: :SMG4 starts to struggle with his finances when he learns living in his newly built castle is more pricey than he thought. So when he gets an invite to the grand opening of SMG3 Coffee n Bombs he manages to land himself a second job as the cafe waiter where both men will learn that coffee won't be the only thing brewing in this cafe.

Tags: Slow burn, fluff, comedy, just two idiots in love, love confession, first kiss, angst, blood and injury, Canon Character death

SMG4 gets home letting out a sigh as he changes out of his uniform, he sits on his bed holding the hat and origami rose. He was extremely happy to see such a rare sight of SMG3 kindness, he could still feel the warmth in his hands. One thing he wasn't a fan of is knowing how good Three is at reading him, then again that skill is what helped him reach out to Four when he lost himself making the perfect video.

Setting the hat and origami rose on the table stand next to him, SMG4 lays down and falls asleep thinking about the events that happened years ago.

Two years ago

SMG4 runs around the house in a panic, SMG1 told him to bring a box of memes to Omnia academy for the meme research club and thanks to a late night of editing he is cutting it close. He picks up the box of memes and dashes to his car, he starts it only for the vehicle to make a strange sound. He groans, headbutting the steering wheel before stepping out to see what was wrong. Looking around the car he noticed the issue “What the hell? Why is there ravioli in the car engine!?”

A horribly written note was stuck next to the mess, while he couldn't read what the note said he knew the person behind this. Running out of time he runs to catch a taxi to get to the academy.

At Omnia academy SMG1 and two were teaching a class on memes, standing in the middle of the room was Mario. SMG1 walks up to Mario “And as you can see here, the universe's avatar is just a regular human but with extraordinary abilities!” The class gets excited taking notes as Mario stands there picking his nose not fully understanding what was happening. SMG2 chimes in “Now up next, we are going to see how meme energy can be used to power up our avatar!”

SMG4 finally arrives at the school, he taps his shoes and skates as fast as he can to the class. He pushes the door open keeping the box of memes balanced on his right hand, he smiles and waves at the other SMG’s as he skates in “Hey so sorry i'm late guys!”

He drops the box of memes then glares at Mario “SOMEONE thought it would be funny to fill my car engine up with ravioli!” Mario laughs pointing at him “Ha got em!” SMG4 had half a mind to punch his avatar over what happen

SMG2 smiles softly at Four “Don't worry SMG4, you're just in time!” two then walked up to the box “Wonderful you brought them.” SMG2 opens the box while one speaks up “Ok class, SMG2 and i will now conduct a little demonstration. While SMG4 explains what's going on.”

SMG4 felt himself getting nervous, this whole guardian role was new to him after all he is just a youtuber that loves memes. How he ended up being some kind of demigod over meme energy he will never fully understand, even more that his other half is his rival of several years. Taking a deep breath he begins to explain the situation “So we meme guardians can transmute memes into energy, and then transfer them into our avatar.” SMG1 and two hold hands focusing on the memes in the box. The memes then turn into orbs and slowly flow into Mario.

Mario starts to glow as his hand grows, he stares in awe before getting excited “Hey, just in time for the end of no nut november!” SMG4 sighs hearing his friend's words. That's right everyone this idiot here is the avatar of the world, things could be worse on avatar choices they could have ended up with Bob. SMG4 turns and smiles at the class “So we have to be careful with meme energy as it can be extremely volatile!” At that moment Mario came up with an idea. Opening his mouth he eats one of the energy orbs, he then soon regrets it as his stomach starts to scream in pain. He spits out the energy knocking SMG1 and two down.

Losing concentration the energy in SMG1 and two start going wild, all the students start turning into energy as they flow into mario. SMG4 panics grabbing SMG2 “You guys stop!” the pair try to pull apart unsuccessfully “W-we can't.”

SMG4 pulls as hard as he can to break the connection, with one final tug he pulls them apart. He lets out a sigh of relief only to hear Mario panicking, he turns to see the energy has turned Mario into a rocket SMG4 screams as Mario hits him they go flying taking Meggy who was in lunch with them. The rocket finally crashes when it hits power 101 exploding and knocking SMG4, Melony, Meggy and Mario down.

The professor glares at the group “DETENTION!!!”

The crew sit in detention, annoyed at how they got in there in the first place, Melony sighs looking down at her desk. She takes out a notebook and starts doing small doodles of her and Axol, that's when something wet hits her cheek. She turns to see a student she didn't recognize sitting next to her smirking, letting out a sigh as she looks forward, the teacher still scolding them for what happened.

SMG4 wasn't sure why he was even in detention given he wasn't a student, though since he had meme training later in the week at the school he assumed that was good enough to mark him as one. The teacher walks out of the room talking to someone which caught the attention of SMG4 “Oh no…” Swag and Chris walk into the room.

“HELLO YOU MISBEHAVING HOOLIGANS.” Swag lets out a smirk as he looks at everyone in the room. Meggy couldn't believe out of any pair to watch over detention it would be these two “What are you guys doing here?” Four nods agreeing with Meggy “Yeah aren't you mean to oh i don't know be in the military protecting the kingdom?”

Chris sighs at Four’s comment “We are temporarily suspended because someone thought it would be funny to stuff the tank engine with ravioli!” he turns glaring at his partner. Swag chuckles to himself “HA GOT EM!”

SMG4 couldn't help smacking his forehead hearing the story, at least he knows he isn't the only one in the world dealing with an idiot.

Swag then starts telling everyone how to escape detention “GO WRITE “SWAG IS BEST” ONE BAJILLION TIMES ON THE BOARD, THEN YOU CAN LEAVE.”

Four and Meggy roll their eyes at what they were hearing, Meggy raises her hand “And what if we don't?” he looks her straight in the eyes “I'M GONNA START YODELLING.” In a panic SMG4 and Meggy start writing on the board, Melony goes back to doodling in her notebook while Mario comes up with his own escape plan.

Mario starts a war with Swag and Chris to escape while SMG4 and Meggy get into a competition over their assignment to escape detention. Through all the chaos someone hit Swag with a random object “ALRIGHT WHO'S THE WISE GUY!”

“It was her!” the voice said, Swag’s head turned to look at Melony who was still practicing her drawings. She looked up confused then shook her head, all she wanted was to figure out her god power so she could never lose a loved one again. Why did things have to get so complicated, after being scolded she turns to the person next to her “What was that for?”

He tosses another item shifting the war to the crew now throwing random items at each other, Melony did her best to avoid it all. The moment she missteps she gets hit in the face knocking her down. The guy next to her chuckles “Well you were close, next time predict their trajectory yeah? The name is Niles.” Melony looks up at Niles, taking in his words. He then hands her a goomba “Cmon clueless, fight back!”

She takes the goomba, throwing it softly in front of her, Niles laughs at her making Melony glare at him “Im trying!”

“You gotta channel your inner energy as you throw, aren't you in power 101 i thought you would be better than this.” he looks away from her acting disappointed. Melony was getting annoyed by Niles, he had a point in what he was saying but she wasnt a fan at how mean he was being about it. She needed to focus,she wanted this so she would be stronger, with her power she can make sure no one ends up like Axol. She can feel energy flow through her as she gets ready to throw another item, taking a deep breath she throws a koopa at full speed. It knocks Swag down, everyone takes it as their chance as they all run out of the room at full speed.

It was the next day and SMG4 was standing outside waiting for his partner to show up, he looked around to see all his friends training. The one training the hardest being Melony, understandable after what happened with zero and Axol. He lets out a sigh when he looks at the time “Where the hell is he?”

SMG3 was panicking, going back to school after everything that happened in the past with memewarts. Man did life love to laugh at him, he drops to the floor unsure what to do. He hears a click and turns his head seeing Terrance, he lets out a soft smile “Your right Terrance, Im Supermemeguardian 3 this won't be like last time cause im better then everyone haha!” he lets out his evil laugh then grabs a pair of sunglasses. He wasn't going to be a loser this time, he taps his shoulder for Terrance to climb up then snaps his fingers to open a portal.

SMG4 turns his head when a portal suddenly appears, there he sees SMG3 walk out with a huge grin “Yo sorry i'm late, meme guardian stuff, yada yada you know?” he lowers his shades and makes eye contact with Four “oh, hey jerkface!” SMG4 crosses his arms “Good to see you to SMG3,” his eyes flicker to the meme casually sitting on the man's head “You don't expect to train with that knuckles on you do you?

Knuckles squeaks at the attention, the thought of sending Terrance home gives Three anxiety. He knew Terrance would have his back, he made him feel that he can be loved and cared for. Sending him back would mean he might have to relive memewarts and no one would be there for him. Covering his mixed emotions he rolls his eyes “Sorry Terrence, looks like the fascist doesn't want you here.” Terrence nods, climbing down and giving his father figure a hug before going back home. SMG4 walks up to SMG3 clearly pissed off “WHAT DID YOU CALL ME?” Three gets even closer their faces just an inch apart “You heard me or do you need to clean out your ears, heh maybe if you did you can finally hear how unfunny your memes are!”

SMG1 claps, getting the pair's attention “Alright! Its training time,” noticing how close he is to SMG4 he slides away from the man slightly blushing. SMG2 smiles at the pair “I know it’s been a while, but let's start off with some basic meme transmutation.” SMG3 frowns knowing that means he has to hold the other man's hand, SMG1 steps in the middle giving them a stern look “There is something important you both must know before we get into it, never use your meme powers alone.” SMG4 tilts his head “We could use meme energy alone?”

“Yes and no, to explain we can channel meme energy and make it do what we want. But meme energy is wild and hard to fully control, using it alone without your partner could lead to damage to your body…maybe even death if done too much.” SMG1 walks back to his partner and grabs his hand only to get a smile from his long-time best friend. SMG3 and four exchange looks before One continues “Not to mention alone your meme abilities are weak, after all we come in pairs for a reason we are stronger together!” SMG2 nods pointing to the chest of memes “Now get ready to transmute!”

SMG3 looks around nervously “Aww man, do I have to hold his hand we’re in public.” The thought of someone seeing him hold his rival's hand makes him feel sick. It’s not like he enjoyed the feeling of the other man's hand in his, it didn't bring him any comfort either just made him annoyed. SMG4 couldn't stand it anymore “Dude how are we going to train if you're gonna be insecure every time we do it!” SMG3 glares at Four and stomps the ground “HEY! I'M NOT INSECURE YOUR INSECURE! Baka…” he blushes as he looks away from his other half.

Seeing SMG3 blush made SMG4 giggle, he wasn't sure why but he couldn't help finding his rival cute when he blushed. Smirking he reaches out waving his hand, with a sigh SMG3 grabs his hand. They both start to glow as they slowly absorb a random meme walking around campus. Meanwhile in the background the box club gave Mario a mission to go around the school and collect students for their ritual. Their mission was clear, with enough students to sacrifice the god box would answer them and give them unlimited power. SMG1 nods pleased with the energy the pair has absorbed “Good! Now up next we’re going to use this meme energy offensively.” SMG2 puts down several dummies “Concentrate your focus and throw the energy at the dummy over there!”

Feeling each other energy they stare at the dummy launching the energy at it only to completely miss the target. SMG2 slowly turns to the pair “Yeah uh…you guys overshot a little bit there.” SMG3 shivered, the power he felt when he connected to SMG4 was amazing to him “woah…so…..much…power! If he could lure Four to the dark side he could only picture how they both would rule the world, he chuckles to himself causing SMG4 to give him a strange look.

SMG1 claps to gain the pair's attention again “lets try that again, this time aim please.” SMG3 chuckles, grabbing Four hands “Please i bet i could aim only using one eye!” Boopkins runs up to them in a panic “Guys, Mario has been kidnapping students you have to help!” SMG4 chuckles “What? Nah he’s probably just trying to steal spaghetti or…something?” He watches as Mario drives a truck taking one of the students. Without thinking he tightens his grip on SMG3's hand, feeling this SMG3 walks closer for Four to let him know he is there “Come on let's stop our idiot avatar.”

Seeing this SMG1 lets out a soft smile at the pair before they all run after Mario. Catching up, the box club leader turns and stares at the group in shock, ignoring the others SMG4 lets go of Three’s hand to get closer to Mario “Mario what the hell are you doing?” Mario keeps eating his pile of spaghetti as he lets out a shrug, that was answer enough to Four that Mario was yet again doing something for food. The club leader steps in front of SMG4 “You dare interrupt the god box ceremony?!”

SMG1 and two gasp in shock catching the groups attention, shaking SMG1 speaks up “Did….did you say god box?” SMG4, noticing their fear steps closer to his partner “Uhh what's a god box?” SMG1 explains the God box to the group slowly losing SMG3 the moment he heard unlimited power, with which he could shape the world and be loved by all. SMG1 gives the go for the crew to fight, they need to make sure no one finds the god box. SMG3 was lost thinking about the god box not paying attention to the fight going on in the room, he was still stuck with SMG4 even with the unlimited power. He wondered if there was a way he could seduce the other man to the dark side.

Niles smirks “Hey! It’s time to put your training to good use.” Melony nods as she connects to her deity form The box club leader seeing this turns to the one member of the group not fighting “Hey you want power? Stop them and I will take you to the god box!” hearing this Three’s eyes brighten up as he looks around and notices Mario. Since Mario is the avatar he knew they would have no choice but to stop fighting, after all no Mario means the world ends. He walks to Mario lifting him up and hanging him above the sacrifice hole “Oi losers!”

Four growls seeing what Three was doing “WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!” SMG3 looks into Four’s eyes “I want unlimited power,” he blinks and suddenly is hit by Melony. He hits the floor with a harsh thud, she readies her sword to stab SMG3. Seeing this SMG4 sprints towards them “NO! MELONY STOP THAT'S TOO FAR!” SMG3 starts to see his life flashing before him, all his life alone and hated with no one caring if he was alive. Then an image of Terrence hit him, looking at four he gave him a sad smile “Look after Terrence for me..”

Hearing this SMG4 runs faster throwing himself in front of SMG3 with the sword stopped an inch away from Fours neck. Melony shakes her head fighting for control “NOOO!” she drops the sword, then turns away from the pair in shock with what she almost did. SMG3 sits up staring at SMG4 with wide eyes “You…saved me?” shaken, Four drops to his knees letting out a shaky laugh “Of course..we fight and try to kill each other but I still believe we can be friends that you can change,” he turns, giving Three a bright smile “we are partners after all!”

SMG3's heart skips a beat seeing his bright smile, blushing as he turns away confused by a strange emotion. Melony started to clutch her head in pain, the pair turned their attention to her. Before they could do anything she flys off in a panic leaving everyone behind. It was the next day, Melony was running around looking for SMG3. She wanted to check on him after what happened, lucky she ran into SMG4 who thankfully wasn't harmed when she lost control, he smiles and tells her where to find the other guardian. She finds him sitting at a table alone, slowly she approaches “Um..I’M SORRY!” She then hands him a piece of paper, nervous about his reaction. SMG3 was startled to have someone yell an apology at him, slowly he takes the paper unsure exactly what the girl was trying.

He blushes when he sees it a drawing of the two of them back when he first recruited her, blushing he folds the paper and puts it under his hat “oh..well it's whatever, you were just doing your thing.” he wasn't sure what to do in the situation and just hope those word were enough to get rid of the melon girl. It didn't, she smiles and takes out a notebook showing him her art “Axol told me if you can't figure out your words, draw them!” She then hands him a pencil and watches him. He sighs and starts to doodle, he had to admit it was relaxing for him as if he could let his feelings out and no one would judge him. His face goes red when he notices he doodled him and Melony hanging out at Peach's castle, he attempted to hide the drawing from the girl but it was too late. Seeing the drawing her face lights up, she ends up hugging the flustered man in excitement “YAY! I hope you know I never hurt my friends, I'm going to get stronger and I will protect you all!”

She lets Three go and gives him a wave before running off with her notebook, SMG3 couldn't help letting out a soft smile “She has changed a lot from the day we first met, wonder if it's because of that shrimp she fell for?” Remembering he had a final to get ready for he gets up, then a thought came to mind.Looking around he takes out a notebook of his own and starts to write in it “Dear Diary, Melony isn't so bad these days.” he then did a doodle of Melony, it wasn't the best looking drawing in the world but SMG3 isn't an arts guy and he never would be. “Only time i do this, after all arts and crafts aren't for manly men like me.” Humming he walks to meet his other half for training.

Then everything changed, the box club kidnap Melony seeing that the crew goes after them only to get lured into a trap. The crew slowly started passing out, SMG3 attempted to reach Melony only to pass out a few steps away. A few moments later they woke up, the guardians stuck together while the others were locked away “Oi! What the hell is this?!” barked SMG3 as he pulled at the restraints. “Calm down, it will be over soon.” the club leader chuckled, making the guardians nervous. Meggy growled as she kicked the cage door “You're so dead when we are out of here!” The leader explains how they are going to use the guardian's power to ascend to the god box, SMG3 eyes light up hearing about it only to get a glare from his partner in return. “Oh come on, think about it SMG4, we are already powerful but with this box we can be stronger!”

SMG1 couldn't stand it anymore “YOU IDIOT IF THE BOX OPENS THE WORLD ENDS!” The guardians start screaming when the leader hits a switch to end their conversation, using their power he turns the members of the club into meme energy creating a ship to fly to the god box. The leader then shakes Melony and wakes her up, seeing that Meggy cheers “Kick their ass Melony!”

She blinks looking around “Guys? Where am i? Niles?” the crew stared at her confused “Who is Niles?” Tari asked. Hearing this Melony points to an empty spot next to the crew, she freezes in shock when she realizes she has been the only one able to see the man. “Who...who are you?” Niles walks up to her and smirks, lifting up his bangs to reveal a familiar eye “It’s been a while huh Melony?” “ZERO!” with that a huge blast erupts from Melony transforming her into her deity form, in no time he takes over her body and heads straight for the god box.

Now knowing Zero is back and now in control of Melony the group make a plan to escape and beat Zero to the god box using the SMGs USB. The crew was helping with evacuation, using Terrance they were able to find trapped memes and help them escape. SMG3 smiles proudly seeing his right hand doing such a good job, Terrance runs up to him excited to see what his father figure was thinking. SMG3 looked around to make sure no one was looking before hugging the meme "Terrance, things are going to get tough so promise me no matter what you won't leave me." after a clicks from the meme promising to stay by his side SMG1 and two arrive with their USB ships.

In no time the group get in their ships ready to face zero and save Melony, as the crew lift off no one notices an extra member making his way into the ship. Mario, SMG3 and SMG4 look around in this strange area they are in. They notice memes floating around with an energy the group has never seen before, SMG1 calls their usb “So the myths are true thats an anti meme, after memes become corrupted and the universe collapses pieces of the universe and i guess the memes end up here.”

Mario gets nervous and holds on to SMG4 arm “Mario doesn't like the way it's looking at us,” just as those words escaped his mouth the anti meme charges at their ship. The two start screaming as SMG3 looks around trying to come up with a plan, seeing a piece of a world floating in front he speeds up the ship. Four seeing this panic “Three what the hell are you doing!? We are going to crash!” at the last second he dives the ship making the meme crash. SMG4 runs up and hugs Three making the man blush “That was amazing flying SMG3!” flustered from the attention he pushes Four away “You could have thought the same if you bothered using that brain of yours.”

Staring at the meme a thought came to mind, these anti memes were still memes therefore he and SMG4 could absorb its energy. Without another thought he grabs SMG4's hand, confused he squints at SMG3 “What are you doing?” then a surge of energy hit them both. SMG3 looks at their hands with a huge smile “This feels amazing!” another anti meme was going to attack, seeing that he uses the new energy they absorb and blows up the meme. SMG4 could only stand watching in shock of this new power flowing between them. “That felt amazing didn't it four?” he turns to the man seeing him stare at his hands “Yeah…that did feel good.”

SMG1 seeing what happened turns on the mic “Guys anti meme energy is extremely unstable more so than normal meme energy, i would suggest you don't use it again.” SMG3 waved his hand at the older guardian “Yeah yeah, hey look a piece of a universe let's look there and not talk about this!” The group went to different universes asking every meme still living there if they have seen Melony, at one point Four lost his two companions only to find the pair at a club throwing dollar bills at dancing skeletons. Years of being rivals and somehow SMG3 was fitting right in with his friends. Back on the ship they kept getting attacked by anti memes, Three and Four grab hands absorbing the power as they fly through. The more energy they took the more the pair felt high off of the power, then they grabbed an anti meme and threw it to a piece of a universe destroying it.

Mario’s eyes go wide seeing this, he turns to his friends to see them laughing “YESSS FEEL THE POWER!!!”SMG3 wanted more, SMG4 was starting to get into it himself. Shaking Mario walks closer to the pair “Guys..i’m scared Mario doesn't like what's happening,” growling SMG4 turns around “SHUT UP MARIO, YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND WHAT IT'S LIKE TO BE BLESSED BY THE GOD BOX!” Mario holding back his tears shakes his head “But Mario knows this isn't you, please don't go coo coo crazy!”

Seeing Mario about to cry he snaps out of it, this power was not worth hurting the people close to him. He hugs Mario “I'm sorry, I don't know what came over me.” SMG3 gets excited seeing that they were finally closing in on Melony's ship he takes Four hand “Quick lets use the meme energy to take that ship down!”

Before SMG4 has a chance to pull back he can feel the corrupted energy flow through them, Mario panics “GUYS THAT'S GOING TO KILL MELONY!!!” he runs pulling at their hands he had to break them apart he was the avatar he knows he can do this. Feeling a strange energy he pulls at their hands one more time breaking them apart causing the energy to go wild blowing up their ship. They wake up in a strange cabin looking around “What happened?” Mario stomps in front of them furious “Don't you remember? You both went coo coo crazy and blew us all up!” SMG4 frowns “Right sorry guys..”

SMG3 sits up noticing another person in the room “Who the hell are you?” the person smiles and waves at them “Oh my name is SMG0! Welcome to my home.” They all freeze hearing the name, seeing this zero knew exactly what must have happened “Oh no..he.. i..we hurt you didnt we?”

SMG0 takes a deep breath looking away from them, as the group yells all kinds of questions at him. He gives the group a sad smile as he explains everything that happened, the crew stayed silent learning the truth of everything. After a few moments SMG4 speaks up “Oh no then that means, Niles that's why he came here to fuse back with SMG0!” in panic Four grabs Zero “YOU NEED TO GO NOW!” It was too late. Niles crashes through the roof finding exactly what he was looking for “Hey Zero, how you been? Missed you and was hoping you were ready to get back together?”

Nervous Zero steps closer to the other guardians “Niles, you don't need to do this! Look see we got our old universe back. Everything is perfect again so please, come home. ” Niles glares at Zero “Perfect?! This floating rock isn't perfect, but with the power I have acquired I can make a true paradise for you and me!” Mario, sick of the talking, runs up to Niles and kicks him, throwing him across the room “Mario’s not the smartest guy in the room but Mario knows enough to say you need to shut up and let Melony go!” Niles starts laughing as he slowly gets up, SMG3 and four get up from their seats, nervous about what Niles was planning. “Wait your turn Mario, I'm still gonna need an avatar after all this.” Then he punches Mario, knocking him down with a chuckle, then turns to SMG3 and kicks him down holding Melony's sword above him. SMG4 panics seeing Three in danger again “STOP! JUST GIVE US MELONY BACK!”

Niles chuckles, lowering the blade close to SMG3 right eye “I think Four SMGs is a bit much, don't you? Maybe let's cut it back a bit.” Everything went slow as he saw the blade move across SMG3's eye. SMG4 runs and kicks the possess Melony out the window quickly after he turns freezing up at the sight, SMG3 right eye was sliced, it was hard to tell how bad given three covering his eye screaming “FUCK! My eye…he got my eye ah it hurts!” Mario runs up SMG3 crying as he places his hand on top of SMG3's hand to help stop the bleeding staining his own gloves “DON'T DIE PLEASE FOR MARIO!” Four started to shake seeing the state SMG3 was in. He wasn't fast enough, SMG3 is hurt and if they dont something he could die. He could feel himself struggling to breathe as the world became nothing but white noise, then a memory came to him. He looks at his hand then at Three, a meme guardian can use meme energy alone but at a risk.

Without a second thought he rips his sleeve and sits next to Three who was starting to lose consciousness, he moves both men's hands seeing the wound he gasps. If he took even a second too long SMG3 wouldnt have an eye to save, shaking his head to not focus on the damage he wraps the eye. And focuses his meme energy “Don't worry SMG3 i will save you, an eye for an eye.” his eyes glow as the energy transfers to his hands stopping the bleeding. As he stops the bleeding his left eye starts to hurt, Mario noticing Four losing his focus places his hand on SMG4 shoulder “Mario believes in you!”

Suddenly four stops glowing, feeling weak his body slumps into Mario’s arms. He gives a soft smile to Mario before noticing the world looking a bit blurry, he touches his left eye “Guess I see what SMG1 was talking about.” He had no time to worry about his eye, he forces himself up to then lift SMG3. Hearing screaming outside they run out to see Melony has broken free from the control and Niles has gotten zero.

Melony in her deity form saw her friends and waves at them “I got this go to the ship!” with a nod they run to the ship gently placing SMG3 on the floor. SMG4 starts hitting buttons and groans “Shit we can't go anywhere like this!” Mario starts to clap, catching Four’s attention “Terrance?!” he watches as SMG3 right hand meme starts fixing the ship. The moment the ship lights up, Three slowly wakes up feeling extremely weak “Uh what happened..?” he touches his face and freezes feeling SMG4 sleeve around his right eye.

He stays silent, understanding enough as Terrance gives his father figure a hug for comfort, SMG4 starts the ship as a chase begins. SMG1 and two announced they were going to blow up the god box and they all needed to leave. As the chase went on Melony did her best to fight back Zero, then in a flash Melony was gone as the creature ate her. SMG4 felt all the air in his lungs leave him, this can't be happening he lost Axol, almost lost SMG3 to now lose Melony. SMG3 seeing the dark look on Fours face grabs his hand “Mel is strong this won't keep her down, trust in your friend and lets get out of here!”

Zero, angry he can't reach the ship, tosses a piece of the universe at them blowing up their ship, now floating in space the crew had nowhere to go. Four sighs knowing this is the end “Mario, despite everything you’ve been a great friend.” Mario’s eyes start to water as he looks at his best friend “You too..” Then SMG4 turns to SMG3 “Hey Three…thanks for staying by my side these past days.” Melony wakes up and slashes her way out of Zero.

The group cheered seeing her alive, she smiles at them then at her drawing of her and Axol she will defeat Zero for him. She charges at Zero ready to get revenge for Axol, as the fight goes on anti memes start showing up “Looks like all this noise attracted some visitors.” the anti memes start getting in Melony’s way. Seeing this, Three comes up with a plan “Lets transmute these anti memes and get them away from Melony!” SMG4 shakes his head “It’s too risky plus what if your wound opens because of it and you bleed out! There has to be something else we can use, think!”

SMG3's heart drops knowing there is only one way out, slowly he picks up Terrence doing his best to hold back his tears he gives the meme a sad smile “Terrence…i'm sorry little buddy. We need you to save the world…please don't hate me…goodbye.” Terrance then hugs SMG3 “I love you,” Closing his eye he quickly grabs SMG4 hand “Three are you sure?” suddenly the meme before them is gone and the energy is going into Mario “We don't have a choice.” SMG3 turns to see the energy has turned Mario into a giant head perfect for getting rid of the anti memes and saving the day.

It was finally over, Melony killed Zero, the god box was destroyed and the day was saved. The crew was now in the hospital being taken care of, SMG1 sighs looking at Fours eye “I told you using your meme power alone would do damage to your body, your left eye has lost a majority of its vision and color. Lucky for you we have made you a special contact that can help, they last two months before you have to come see us for another.”

Four was getting sick of the ear full he was getting from the older SMGs, he knew what would happen choosing to save SMG3. So he can't see well in his left eye and it's now a more lighter blue, that didn't change he had no regrets. SMG2 smiles and hands him the box “The contact will also cover up the change in color, if you have any questions come to us anything!” He nods waiting for them to leave, once gone he sprints to the other room. He had to see SMG3. He needed to know the man was okay, so he opened the door to feel relief to see SMG3 with a patched up eye drawing in a notebook “SMG3! You look like a pirate thank god.”

SMG3 glares at his partner “Really that's the first thing you say, since you mention my eye WHO THE HELL COVERS AN INJURED EYE WITH A GROSS SLEEVE! Who knows if they even wash that thing.”

SMG4 runs to hug SMG3 making the man blush “Hey what are you gay?! Stop hugging me, people might see this!” SMG4 giggles at the man letting him go. His eyes then drift to the doodles Three was doing and notice drawings of Terrence. He frowns slowly grabbing SMG3's hand, Three looks away feeling awkward from the hand grab “I’m sorry about Terrence…i know he meant a lot to you, but you're not alone you have me.” hearing this the man turns looking into Fours eyes.

He squints his eye, noticing the other man's left eye seemed strange, then again his eyes aren't doing the best after the battle Three brushes off the thought to focus on his partner's words. “I promise SMG3 as long as I live I will always be by your side, i won't leave you no matter what.”

Present Day SMG4 wakes up in a cold sweat, those were memories he didn't want to relive. Just remembering how badly hurt Three got put him in a panic, he had to make sure the other man was okay. He picks up his phone to call SMG3, he hears the phone ring. For him it went on for too long in his panic state, he throws his phone and runs to SMG3 coffee and bombs. He pounds the door in a panic, SMG3 hearing the pounding run from the back room “SMG4?”

He opens the door to be tackled by a crying SMG4, confused he holds the man close not noticing his hat slowly slipping off “Hey it's okay what happened?” he awkwardly pats four back. Once SMG4 relaxed he steps back sniffling “Sorry, I had a dream about…you know the god box and zero.” It was strange just seeing the man and being near him made all fear and panic vanish, everything felt so much better.

SMG3 sighs, this was his fault for rushing the hat and hurting himself due to it. He should make a note to keep better care, he gently takes four hands and leads him to a chair to sit on. “Guess I'm making more coffee for us since it seems you can't stay away,” SMG4 giggles wiping his tears away “Can't help it if i have such a charming boss!” as Three walks to the machine his hat slips off. Turning quickly to grab the hat he forgot that his bun was tied loose due to lack of sleep. SMG4 eyes go wide as Three grabs the hat and his long hair is set free, Four needed a distraction and a distraction he got.

Time felt like it slowed down as he watched Three catching his hat and flipping his hair out of his face, Four started to blush as his mind went blank “You…uh the er hair is long..you look haha so how about that latte?”

#smg4 #shygirl4991 #smg34 #smg3 #smg4 smg3 #smg43 #lizaluv #smg34 fanfiction #smg3 coffee n bombs #brewing romance #tw death #tw blood

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paintbrushnebula · 27 days

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Here's a buncha my personal Gwen Stacy Headcanons that no one asked for but I'm giving anyway :3 I wrote a Butt Ton and I hope y'all like really 'em 🐧

Gwen was a very tough, reckless kid growing up. She tripped and fell a LOT because she liked doing stunts and parkouring on literally everything, but she'd never cry. George was always scared of Gwen getting hurt from her stunts but he was impressed (if a little freaked) by how she'd get right back up afterward like it was nothing. Gwen was just a very naturally durable child. She'd always have at least one band-aid on her somewhere.

(My sister wrote this one): As a result of her absolutely Tasmanian devil type recklessness, George would cut her hair SUPER short as a child, like pixie hair type short to avoid having to always wash out the bugs and dirt and leaves and wood chips and literally anything she grabs and just goes "Savin this for later yo" in her hair. (She still stuck stuff in her hair and honestly liked the short hair better cuz she could run faster, but ey it reduced the expenses on baby shampoo SIGNIFICANTLY) n she wasn't allowed to grow her scruffy little spike head hair long again till she was like 8 poor georgie was struggling for ideas he's just a guy HES JUST A GUY MAN !!!!!

Gwen begged George for a penguin as a pet when she was 5 but was told that penguins can't be pets. She played club penguin almost every day until middle school. She starts playing it again after they defeat the Spot. Margo plays it with her all the time. Gwen was absolutely appalled when she discovered that Club Penguin is discontinued in Miles' universe.

Yeah she's 100% patching things up with Glory, Em Jay, and Betty after Beyond the Spiderverse. The Mary Janes become a successful niche band very quickly now that Gwen is fully committed and she even performs as lead vocalist every now and then. Gwen eventually starts writing and singing songs of her own for their shows. She also starts spending more time with them outside the band.

Gwen and Peter's favorite childhood activity was making home videos. Peter's videos emulate Bill Nye the Science Guy; he'd showcase all these experiments/prepared presentations and ramble on about them pretending he's this world renowned scientist. Gwen's videos are her doing crazy stunts on her skateboard, or inspecting exotic bugs/lizards with her bare heckin' hands and talking to them in funny voices. They'd each film the other's videos. They stopped making them when they reached middle school; life just got harder for the both of them due to increased bullying, Gwen becoming Spider-Woman, and Peter's mental health getting worse. Gwen still has their old video camera with all their videos still intact, but since Peter's death, she hasn't been able to bring herself to watch them again.

She loves saying "yell heah"/"yell hes"/"what the yell"/"aw yellll nahhh" a lot

Big fan of action/neo-noir/crime thriller movies: John Wick, Sicario, Baby Driver, Nightcrawler, Pulp Fiction, Batman, etc. Just any piece of fiction with Misunderstood Action Person who's always On The Run, hunted by the law but just trying to get by, struggling to survive in an unjust system. Toootallllyyy doesn't hit close to home for her.

PC gamer? Yell hes.

She's a surprisingly talented voice artist/impressionist with impressive range. She already figured out how to perfectly mimic Hobie's cockney British accent after like a week. She never forgets a voice and can do quickly do impressions of lots of famous fictional characters. She'll come up with all these funny voices to make Miles laugh or prank call people. She LOVES prank calling people.

Part of George's motivation for letting Gwen take up ballet was so that she could learn proper balance/coordination so she'd be more careful when performing all her stunts. I think that Gwen used to be naturally clumsy until ballet taught her proper agility. He thought that if she was gonna be a little daredevil, then she could at least be able to catch herself before her face is slamming into the pavement.

Gwen is a big nickname-giver. She calls Miles "Bambi" (he looks like a baby deer to her), Margo is "Mars Bar", Peni is "Panini", and Pav is "Pavlova." She mostly nicknames people after food really.

She's not really a candy person but she is definitely a junk food person. M&Ms, Cool Ranch Doritos, Pringles, soft drinks (favors coke), Reese's, Cheez-its (her favorite), Oreos, and your typical fast foods.

After the Spot fiasco is over and she and Miles are months into their relationship, Gwen starts putting on a bit of weight. Not that much, but her form fills out enough to be noticeable. I like the idea that she becomes so happy with herself post-Beyond that she indulges herself a little, yknow? She takes an immediate liking to Rio's food and Rio is always giving her extra leftovers to take home or packs her something to eat during Spider-missions. She doesn't become aware of the extra weight until Miles' clothes start fitting her a little tighter than she remembers (he's very skinny after all). She's very happy with her new shape and chooses not to lose it (mostly because she refuses to have to eat less which honestly same)

Going back to the home video headcanon; Peter actually recorded one last video the night before the prom. In the video, he presents the vial containing the lizard serum to the viewer and explains his plan to drink the serum so he can get revenge on everyone who bullied him at the school. The way Peter enthusiastically presents his plan in the video is eerily similar to the old science videos he recorded as a child. At the end of the video, he rambles about how excited he is to become "special like her," but he doesn't elaborate further; anyone who isn't Gwen won't know who he's talking about. Since Gwen hasn't opened that video camera to this day, she has no idea the video exists (I don't know if she ever sees it).

I'll post the next part of that 'Gwen Stacy is Sick' comic tomorrow I promise XD

#brushneb says stuff #atsv #gwen stacy #spiderverse #across the spiderverse #spider man: across the spider verse #spider gwen #spiderverse headcanon #atsv gwen #earth 65 #george stacy #the mary janes

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whatisreggieshortfor · 9 months

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Didn’t Need To

Nishinoya x trans!m!reader

For my dear friend @dami1314

This one is shorter, sorry for that.

Nishinoya had always been vocal.

He was loud, and blunt, and crass, but he was never quiet. Not since the day you met him at the start of middle school. Not when he joined the volleyball club, not when you announced that you’d be joining him at Karasuno, not when you came out, and especially not when anyone tried to bully you as you transitioned. Coach Ukai couldn’t let you play for the team during matches, but thanks to your best friend’s persistence he agreed to let you participate in practices.

There was nothing Noya wasn’t vocal about.

Which is why you couldn’t figure out what he wasn’t telling you.

You were both second years together now, he’s been your best friend for five years, and he told you everything.

But when you accidentally admitted your budding feelings to Kiyoko after practice one day, you didn’t expect him to start avoiding talking to you a few days later. You hadn’t thought he heard you, too busy roughhousing with Tanaka and Hinata, but suddenly it was like you were getting the very strange cold shoulder.

It wasn’t abrupt or constant.

It was like he would just… forget that he was avoiding you.

One point he’s ranting and raving about something he thinks is the coolest thing he’s ever seen, but when you go to say something to him ten minutes later he’s like a deer in the headlights before he’s running away.

Which led to one conclusion, right?

The thing he wasn’t telling had to have been a rejection. He must’ve heard you talking to Kiyoko and couldn’t figure out how to keep your friendship intact when he finally told you he didn’t feel the same way.

But it felt like it was only a matter of time before it fell apart anyway.

So you started skipping practices. Dodging past his teammates in the halls between classes. Rain checking hangouts. You weren’t going to pressure him, didn’t want to make him feel like he had to accept you. You knew how he felt about Kiyoko, he didn’t want a guy . He didn’t want you.

He was still your best friend though.

And as easily as you could notice the even minor changes in his actions, he could read the changes in yours.

So maybe you shouldn’t have been surprised when the persistent knocking at your front door revealed him standing on the other side, looking panicked and disheveled and outright distraught.

“I don’t like this!” He announced immediately, charging past you and into your own home before you could really even open the door far enough for a normal person to fit through. “How have I gone from seeing you all the time every day to an hour a few days apart?”

You shrugged, arms wrapping around your torso like you need to protect yourself. God, you never used to feel that way around him. “I mean talking to Kiyoko-“

“She spilled the beans.” If you weren’t losing yourself in your own head, you would’ve realized he wasn’t confirming what you thought.

He was coming to his own realization.

“Guess so.” You nodded, “And it’s okay. We’re friends and I don’t expect you to force more and-“

“Wait, what?” The way his face twisted in confusion reminded you of studying together and he wasn’t quite grasping the material you were going over.

And your brow furrowed in response, “She told you, right?”

“I thought she told you.”

“What do you think she told me?” It could’ve made you laugh, how you spoke at the same time like you had so many times before, if you hadn’t been so confused.

But then you spoke at the same time again.

“That I really like you.”

“That I think I’m falling for you.”

The two of you froze, but…

Nishinoya had always been vocal. Especially about the things he wants.

“You like me!?” His eyes were shining, you could practically see the stars in them as he looked up at you, “When I saw you guys talking- and then she mentioned I should talk to you about a crush- I assumed she had told you!”

“Hold on a second-“ You waved your hands, your thoughts floating around, “So… you’ve been avoiding me… and I’ve been avoiding you…”

“But neither of us needed to.” He grinned, big and wide like he’d struck the lottery instead of realizing you were just both being stupid.

“No,” you laughed with him, “We didn’t seem to need to.”

#haikyuu #haikyuu x male reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu male reader #haikyuu trans male reader #haikyuu x trans male reader #haikyuu nishinoya #haikyuu noya #noya x reader #noya x male reader #noya x trans male reader

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 9 months

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was ita for ghosting/cutting off my ex girlfriend after our junior year?

i (currently 17, trans M) knew this girl (currently 17(?), F) from around 7th grade [middle school] to 11th grade [junior year of high school], so five school years/ten ish years total, give or take. we just graduated this year so this is kind of old drama, i was happier not talking to her but i always kind of regretted not giving her like. the reasons why

we dated from i wanna say. the middle of 7th grade to the middle of our freshman year. she broke up with me because her other boyfriend at the time was jealous she was dating another person [both of us are polyamorous]. we stayed in contact but i got a bit distant during lockdown because my mental health was going down the drain fast and i was just kind of isolating myself from Everyone, but got back into regular contact at the beginning of junior year because of our schools dungeons & dragons club.

she was running basically a continuation of the campaign that had been cut short because of lockdown and i didnt know any of the other campaigns DMs so i decided to join her campaign again since i had been missing my character anyways. at this point id been out for about three years i think? and made a point of introducing myself to the group with my chosen name and he/him pronouns. i dont pass very well, but i usually had a trans pride flag and pronoun pin visible on my outfit whenever we had sessions. my character was also a trans man, only using he/him pronouns as well.

whenever she addressed me or my character, she defaulted to using she/her and my deadname, despite my constant correcting her and the other party members. the only people in the party that used both the right name and pronouns for me and my character were the only other trans person (currently 18, F) in the group who she also constantly misgendered, and a guy (currently 18, M) id become pretty close friends with, since we'd accidentally started a running joke about my character being his characters dad.

i started to kind of resent her and the other party members for the constant deadnaming and misgendering and honestly was just waiting for the campaign to be over. it wrapped up at the end of the year and i just took the opportunity to stop interacting with her entirely. i had made other friends that year, and had a few from the old friendgroup we had both been part of, that respected both my name and pronouns with no issues apart from the very rare accidental deadname.

senior year passed without me talking to her a single time, only really seeing her in the halls like. once a week. now that we've graduated i doubt i'll see her all that much except the way you sometimes see a kid from school at the grocery store or the mall or wherever, so theres not really anything i can do to get back in contact or make amends or whatever, and even if i could i dont think id really want to unless she showed she could handle actually using the right name and pronouns for me.

shes shown she can use them for a mutual friend of ours (currently 18, trans M) that passes really well so it just always made me feel like she didnt give enough of a shit about me or respect me enough to actually see me as the man i am. so. idk. was ita?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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crumble-stew · 1 year

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I wanna hear about your PDh rewrite

whats like, the plot your going for

HELLO HI!!!

I’d like to preface this by saying I’m a super busy student in my A-Level year so I’m not actually making it. But I can make comics and explain the plot theoretically on tumblr :D

First of all it’s Katemau centric because I’m a useless bisexual.

Now more importantly, there’s two main schools in this, Phoenix Drop High and O’Kasis Academy. It’s also sort of following MCD in a more direct way? I’ll run down all the main cast

Aphmau Floraz - Age 16. She has been homeschooled her whole life and is super stoked to be attending high school. Attends PDH and gets up to general protag shenanigans.

Aaron Lycan - Age 18. Aaron is not a love interest! He’s still FC but they meet online while she’s at PDH and not before. They’re nerdy gamer friends and I <3 them. Platonic nerd aarmau for the soul

Katelyn Adhikari - Age 16. APH’S LOVE INTEREST!!! Katelyn used to attend O’Kasis Academy where she was captain of the girl’s football (soccer) team and also on the student council, run by Zane. Some shit goes down and it all ends with Zane getting Jeffery expelled and triggering a series of events that makes Katelyn want to leave. She now attends PDH and is on the football team there. She’s also Ivy’s ex :0

Nana Ishida - Age 15. Nana is a member of the baking club!! She wants to go to a technical college to become a patisserie chef and she often struggles with not being as academic as some of her friends. Lucinda is always around to give her a pep talk if she’s really struggling :,). She’s also dating Danté. She likes anime but she goes by her own name not Kawaii-Chan. Liking anime is what she bonds with Aphmau over

Danté Captain - Age 15. Danté is not gross in my rewrite, and is much more like his MCD counterpart!! After a messy breakup with Nicole, he was a bit sceptical about dating someone. However, he bonded with Nana over failing a maths test and they really hit it off. He’s really good at boxing but so far he’s never beaten Gene

Lucinda Claire - Age 16. Lucinda is an icon. She’s still a witch and she’s part of like. The main girl four (Aphmau, Katelyn, Nana and Lucinda). She’s been friends with Nana for years and the two are a very chaotic team. Teachers are warned to sit them across the room from each other when they first start, and they turn everything into a competition. Lucinda also knows how to comfort someone after a breakup or smthn, but does not do well with her own.

Laurance Zvahl - Age 17. Laurance captains the guys football (again, soccer) team and he is super messy lol. Ask him about his middle school emo phase and you are DEAD (not really, he’ll just laugh it off, then ask that you don’t mention it). Not much has changed here, but again he’s not a love interest for Aphmau really? I don’t like love triangle stuff too much so I wanna make it more slow burn adjacent. He was adopted by Hayden when he was super young and if you hurt Cadenza he will hate you forever. He did also used to roll with Gene and co

Gene Captain (18), Sasha Smyth (17), and Zenix Martinez-Jones (15) are the shadow knights still!!! They’re sort of Gene’s weird loner group, not much has changed here. Gene wants to be a boxer, Sasha gets away with everything because of her 4.0 and Zenix wears trousers 5 sizes too big for him. They’re silly.

Ivy Vernon (16) and Janus Argan (17) are kinda background antagonists for a bit??? Ivy is Katelyn’s ex and the head of the OKA girls hockey team. She’s an absolute menace . Janus is Zane’s close friend and always wants the best for him. He ends up with Zane. Janus is on the American football team.

Travis Valkrum - Age 16. I almost forgot about Travis because I do not like him at all. No Travlyn here whatsoever lmao. I will lean into the sweetheart thing he had going on in pdh!! Basically a ray of sunshine, and things pickup lines are so suave and cool. He’s really interested in classical music.

THE ROMEAVE BROTHERS: here is where we get really messy and find some main conflict

Garroth Ro’Meave - Age 18. Also no longer a love interest. Garroth Ro’Meave has a heart of gold and is always trying his best. He absolutely loves sports and board games. He could not stand his father and ran away from home in the summer between Junior and Senior year. He enrolled himself at PDH and cannot legally be made to return home, and this sets up a lot of the conflict. Garté is a very famous businessman and politician and the tabloids are finding it hard to avoid discussing the family drama, especially with Vylad being public news. Garrance is also endgame

Zane Ro’Meave - Age 16. Debate team. Anyone who knows me knows I love Zane, and I am so normal about him in this. He’s the student council head (the SC is the Jury, idk if I made that clear) at O’Kasis academy until Garté gets really antsy to get Garroth back. Garté basically forcefully transfers Zane to PDH and says he can’t go back to O’Kasis Academy until Garroth comes home. Character development and chaos ensues, while he’s finally forced to face everyone he’s hurt and his feelings about his dad. Much less importantly, Zane gets a boyfriend by the end. It’s Janus (as in the silver death), who’s been his friend the whole time.

Vylad Ro’Meave Fletcher - Age 15. Sick of her husband, Zianna had an affair with another guy. Garté didn’t like how dissimilar Vylad looked to him and forced her to get a DNA test. He basically forced Zianna to give Vylad up, and he’s currently staying in a foster home. It’s public knowledge that he is a Ro’Meave, but it’s just not really talked about in a serious context (kinda Boris Johnson’s kids). Suddenly he’s at the same school as his two older brothers and getting to reconnect with them, and it’s all a lot at once. He’s also the person who convinced Sylvanna that Aphmau should come to PDH on an open day.

It’d be kinda Sex Education vibes??? More than one main character and it focuses on all their conflicts, but the overarching story is Katemau and the conflict between Zane and Garroth, both of which would come to a peak on the night of the winter dance :)

IM SO SORRY THIS IS SO LONG!!! If you have any questions or characters you’re curious about hmu

#phoenix drop high #aphmau #crumble’s pdh rewrite #garroth ro'meave #zane ro’meave #vylad ro’meave #aaron lycan #katelyn aphmau #lucinda aphmau #ivy the venom scythe #janus the silver death #laurence zvahl #nana ishida #kawaii chan #gene aphmau #dante aphmau #travis valkrum #IM SO SORRY THIS IS SO LONG

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cthulhu-calling · 2 years

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Parenting : Date Night

Natasha x Reader

Summary : Summer's in and school's out. You and Natasha are finally able to get an evening all to yourselves with Bucky babysitting. Can Natasha work up the courage to tell you what she's been thinking about?

Warnings : fluff, baby talk, emotional, mom!natasha

Author's Note : This is a female!Reader x Natasha story. Reader has not specified body type or race. I hope you enjoy and please leave a comment. Criticism is appreciated!

Word Count : 1292

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“Okay, her doctor’s number and my sister’s number are both on the fridge, call us if you need anything. No jell-o—”

“No jell-o before dinner, or she won’t eat any dinner,” Bucky completed for you. You gave him an apologetic smile and he squeezed your hand in his metal fist.

“Don’t worry, I got this. You guys enjoy your date night and it’s been so long since I spent some time with her,” he told you sincerely. You nod your head just as Natasha is walking in with Rosie, having just picked up from her friend’s house.

“Is she getting all hyper again?” Natasha asked as Rosie rushed towards Bucky, launching herself into his arms. Laughing, Bucky picks her up and swings her around once before placing her feet back on the ground.

“She is but it’s okay, I understand,” Bucky says with a nod, already being pulled into the direction of the living room by Rosie.

Once Bucky and Rosie had settled in, an animated movie running and some snacks laid out, you and Natasha take your leave. This was your first night to yourselves in months.

Rosie’s summer vacations had begun and most of Natasha’s days were filled with basically rushing Rosie from one activity to another. Swimming, book club at the library, guitar lessons, she wanted to do it all.

When you came home from work in the evening, it was a hassle to get some food into your six year old and have her bathed and in bed by nine. By the time you were done and the house was tidied to the best of your abilities, the two of you were exhausted. All you would do at the end of the day is fall asleep in each other’s arms the moment you got into bed.

This date was a much needed reprieve and it was all thanks to Bucky that you could finally have this evening to yourselves. As per Natasha’s wishes, dinner and a movie it would be. So you left immediately, heading to one of Nat’s favourite restaurants in the city, a quaint little Italian bistro that served some of the best chicken parmigiana you’ve ever had.

As Natasha drove, you watched her. The two of you loved your little one very much, but a break for just one night was much needed. You could see that she was already starting to relax, humming along under her breath to some 90’s pop song playing on the radio. You couldn’t help but smile, reaching a hand out to lace your fingers through hers, which she accepted, throwing a small smile in your direction.

As you reached, Natasha parked the car and made your way to the bistro, finding the table for two finished with a candle in the middle and a couple of rose petals. Everything looked perfect.

Once you’d both placed your orders and the wine was poured, you were completely relaxed. The same couldn’t be said for Natasha though. She was fidgeting, making shy eye contact with you. This was odd, completely unlike her. She was always confident, or at least put on a front so as to not show any weakness. She hadn’t been this jittery, not even on your first date!

You gently grabbed her hand, effectively stopping her fidgeting. “What’s wrong, love?”

She shook her head slowly, shyly meeting your eye. “I’ve been thinking,” she said, looking up at you for permission to continue, which she does with a nod of your head, “What do you think about having another baby?” At this point she’s holding your hand in both of hers as you stared at her, a little dumbfounded.

You’re broken out of your reverie only when your server arrives with your entree. Sensing the odd energy, they quickly leave you two alone.

“We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to. Rosie is enough and I love her and I wouldn’t want anything more, I’ve just been thinking—” “Yes,” you declare, interrupting her before she could spiral further. It’s her turn to stare at you now, causing you to reiterate your answer. “Yes. Let’s do it, let’s have another baby,” you say with a smile.

Her face instantly erupts into a giant smile as she brings your hand close to her, kissing it gently. You’re surprised to see her eyes well up with tears. In the almost twelve years that you’ve been together, you’d seen her cry only a few times. When you first told her that you loved her, when you walked down to aise towards her, when Rosie was born and that day Rosie went missing at the park when she was four.

You couldn’t help yourself, sniffling and trying to stop the tears lest they ruin your makeup. Observing all of this, your waiter came over, handing you some tissues which you took, thanking them for it. Once both of you had calmed down, you couldn’t help but chuckle. Natasha smiled at you, emotion still running high.

“Are you sure Y/n?” She questioned, squeezing your hands in hers.

“As long as it’s with you, I’m always sure. I love you and I want this, I want to have another baby with you,” you declared. She reached across the table, pulling you in for a passionate kiss, “I love you too,” she whispered before pulling away and sitting back down on her chair.

Throughout dinner, you made light conversation, talking about your job and how Natasha might have to check in for a small mission some time next month. You shared a dessert and took a serving of the tiramisu home for Bucky.

It was already nine when you made it to the cinema, buying your tickets and choosing to walk around some of the shops nearby as the movie wouldn’t start for another half an hour. You even bought a bottle of nail polish for Rosie, white with little flakes of black in it. It resembled cookies and cream and you were sure she’d love it.

Honestly, the two of you weren’t even paying any attention to the movie, lazily making out with your hands exploring each other’s bodies, thankful for the fact that you chose the last row which was mostly empty. No one could see you in the darkness anyway.

As you made your way out of the theatre and into your car, your phone started ringing, Bucky’s name flashing on the screen.

“What’s up Bucky? We’re on our way home, we bought you some tiramisu,” you said, your mood bright even for so late in the night.

“We might have a bit of a problem,” he said, sounding extremely guilty.

“What? What’s wrong?” You ask, immediately jumping to the worst case scenario, alerting Natasha too.

“Nothing’s wrong, don’t worry. Rosie’s fine. She might have had too much ice cream and might be refusing to go to bed,” he said.

You let out a sigh of relief, assuring Natasha that there was nothing to worry about. “It’s alright Bucky, but you scared the shit out of me. We’re on our way home, can you hold down the fort for thirty minutes?”

“Yes, I’ve got her occupied with a puppy video,” he says. You laugh and say goodbye as you end the call, explaining what’s gone down to Nat who joins in on your laughter.

The atmosphere inside the car is quiet, not even the sound of the radio playing, but neither of your mind. It’s a welcome relief after today.

Natasha rests one of her hands on your knee, the other holding the steering wheel as she drives. A soft sigh escapes her lips as she thinks about the future and honestly, she was really looking forward to it.

#natasha romanoff x reader #mom!natasha #soft natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff #angst #fluff #parenting #bucky barnes

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nataliepruitts · 2 months

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The Foreigner {Haikyuu Boys x Reader}

Going To Training Camp

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In the middle of practice, the doors to the gym slide open, and you, along with everyone else, look to the doors to see who entered. You see your guardian walk into the gym. "Here you are, Y/n!"

"Danny...!"

"I've been waiting for you. You couldn't even tell me that you were coming here after school," Danny says as he walks over to you. Once he reaches you, he grabs your arm, and your bag, and pulls you toward the door.

"I'm sorry, I should have at least texted you to let you know. I just got excited and forgot," you tell him as the two of you exit through the door while everyone watches. Sugawara, Ennoshita, Kinoshita, and Nishinoya look at each other before looking back in your direction.

After you and Danny left the gym, you two walked to the car while Danny continued scolding you. "You can't be this reckless, you need to have more common sense. I grew worried when you didn't show up to the car... I thought you were found, I was about to call the big boss."

Your eyes widened after hearing that, "No, please don't call him. He'll make us move again and I want to stay here."

You guys reach the car and he unlocks the doors before opening the back door for you. "As long as there's no danger I won't call him. Just don't go and disappear like that again."

"I won't," you say as you get into the car. He closes the door before walking over to the driver's side and gets in. He starts up the car and drives off.

"What were you doing in that gym anyway?"

"I had lunch with them and when I found out they were all part of the volleyball club I asked if I could watch them practice and they said yes."

"I see." He lets out a sigh before continuing, "Just don't do it again."

"Actually, they asked me to be another manager for the team..."

"No, out of the question!"

"Danny, please. I really want to join them. With everything that's been happening, this is the first time in a while I have a chance of being a regular teenager again. I can do something fun and exciting."

The car grows silent as Danny thinks it over. He really does want to see you happy and enjoying life, especially after everything you've been through. He lets out another sigh, "Alright, you can do it. Just so long as you don't do anything to expose yourself."

"I won't! Thank you! Can I also go to the training camp with them?"

Danny is hesitant, he wants to say no, but looking at you in the rearview mirror and seeing the excitement in your eyes, he can't bring himself to say no. "Yes, you can go. But at the first sign of trouble call me and I'll come get you."

"Danny, relax. I don't think he's gonna find me all the way over here in Japan. Anyway, I have the papers that need to be signed in my bag, we can sign them when we get to the house."

Danny just nods and the car becomes silent once more as you two make your way to the house.

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"Y/n!"

You hear a few people calling your name as you walk toward the entrance of the school. When you look to see who was calling you, you see the volleyball team running toward you. "Hey, guys. Good morning."

"Good morning, Y/n," Sugawara greeted, "Is everything alright?"

"Just fine. Sorry about yesterday, my butler takes his job of keeping me safe way too seriously."

"It's fine, just hope you didn't get into trouble," Ennoshita said with a smile.

"He just gave me a little lecture about doing stuff without telling him first."

"Can you join the club!? Please say you can join the club!" Nishinoya asks enthusiastically. He has high hopes that you can join the club so he can spend more time with you.

"He was against me joining at first but he eventually came around and said that I can join," you respond as you pull the papers out of the bag. You hand them to Kiyoko, "They're both signed so I can join the club and go to the training camp."

"Yay! That's awesome!" Yachi exclaimed excitedly.

"YAY!!" Nishinoya exclaims before jumping on you to hug you. You get knocked down to the ground from the force of him slamming into you, but you laugh because you can't help but find him really cute with how excited he gets. Nishinoya was surprised that you didn't move out of the way like girls usually do, or didn't slap him like Kiyoko did that one time. His heart pounded rapidly as you hugged him back and laughed.

But it was all short-lived since Daichi and Sugawara pulled him off of you so you could get up off the ground. "You gotta be more careful, Nishinoya. You don't want to hurt her," Daichi says as he pulls the boy off you.

Nishinoya was disappointed he was pulled off of you but before he could say anything all of you heard the chime. "We need to get to class," Ennoshita says as he walks over to you. "If you don't mind, we can walk you to class."

"Sure," you said with a smile and everyone went their separate ways to go to class. You walked with the second years to class.

"I like your little choker, that's pretty," Ennoshita says as he points at the choker around your neck. You wear this choker constantly because it's the most precious thing to you. It's a (f/c) silk ribbon with a small metal heart hanging down from the ribbon.

You put a hand on the choker and rub on the metal heart, "Thank you."

"You're welcome."

"Here we are," Kinoshita said as you guys arrived at the classroom, you guys quickly got seated so the class could start.

You noticed how the boys would spend so much time practicing different techniques, each one working on a specific technique that they wanted to get better at. You help out all of them however you can. With all the practicing they've been doing and having so much determination to improve on their skills, you believe that they're gonna make it this year.

~~~~~

It soon came time for you all to leave for the week-long training camp. Danny drives you to the school in the middle of the night so you can meet up with the rest of the team. You watch Yachi as she tries to get Kageyama and Hinata to talk to each other. You see Yamaguchi trying to comfort her as she fails and you can't help but feel bad for her.

A few hours later, you guys finally make it to your destination. You get off the bus and look around in amazement, the place looks beautiful. You look over at Yachi who is being comforted by Yamaguchi and Tsukishima, who is failing to show too much affection. You noticed that Yamaguchi shows way more affection than Tsukishima does, it looks like he does care, he just has trouble showing it.

You laugh when you hear Hinata getting excited about seeing the Tokyo Tower which is actually a radio tower. "What's the deal?" The tall boy with dark spikey hair asks Daichi. "You guys don't have steel towers in Miyagi? Is like, this a real thing I don't know about?"

"Oh well excuse us if we country folk don't know what the Tokyo Tower looks like!"

Judging by that guy's reaction, I'm guessing they've made that mistake before. "I have to ask. Who made the mistake last time?"

"Nishinoya and Tanaka," Sugawara responded with his eyes still closed. He looks so disappointed. You couldn't help but start laughing.

"You can't blame us! We've never been to Tokyo or seen the Tokyo Tower before!"

You were surprised to suddenly see Nishinoya right next to you. "Dude, I swear you move like a cat. By the way, even I can tell that's a radio tower." Right after those words left your mouth you felt yourself hitting something hard. "S-sorry," you say as you back up. You look up to see the tall boy with dark spikey hair standing in front of you. Speaking of moving like a cat. He very swiftly moved from walking next to Daichi to suddenly being in front of me.

"How rude of me to not introduce myself to someone so lovely as yourself. I am Kuroo Tetsuro, captain of the Nekoma team. And you are?"

"Y/n L/n, nice to meet you."

"Baby!!"

You look over to see a guy with a mohawk run toward Kiyoko, you guess he's her boyfriend from the other school you were told about. He runs up to her and hugs her while Tanaka and Asahi stand by and watch. You couldn't help but wonder what it must be like to be in a poly relationship like that. You remove the thought out of your mind, there's no way you will ever be in one.

"Let's head on over to the gym, the rest of the teams are already there," Kuroo says as he turns to walk away.

You follow the boys to the gym where the practice matches will be held. You stood with your team as you listened to Coach Ukai talking. "Alright, we're gonna be swapping players constantly so be prepared for that. Kay?"

"Right!"

As you watched the six guys run out onto the court to start playing you could hear some of the boys talking amongst themselves.

"Who's she? She wasn't with them the last time they were here. Right?"

"No, I would remember someone that beautiful being with them."

You figured they were probably talking about Kiyoko, but she was here with them the last time. You just shrugged it off as you watched the match start.

As the Fukurodani players got into position, their libero, Komi, looked over at you and his eyes widened. "Konoha," he quietly called to his friend who was standing next to him.

Konoha looks over at him, "What?"

"Look over there, Karasuno has a new manager."

Konoha tilts his head slightly to look over to where Komi is looking and he sees you. His eyes widen as a small blush appears on his cheeks, "She's beautiful."

Before Komi could respond the match started and they both had to focus on the game.

You watched your team as they all tried out the different things they had been practicing and working on, and all of them were failing. You felt bad for them but you know that they will get it eventually, just not this match. They lost the match and went outside to run up the hill, which was apparently the punishment for losing at this place.

#fanfic #haikyuu fanfic #haikyuu #haikyuu boys #haikyuu boys x reader #haikyuu harem #poly relationships #reader insert #karasuno #nekoma #fukurodani #romance

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harveyb-wabbit92 · 2 years

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Submas: Dragon shifter/soulmate au

Dragon Soulmate au: you were born with a strange ability that links you to one of the twin dragons of Unova.

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Reshiram! Emmet:

[Afab/Drag king! reader.]

"*hic* 'Cuse me" Y/n said clearing their throat as another hiccup escaped their mouth, while they listened to one of their clients tell her best friend where she was last night! See the cabaret Y/n work was hosting a bachelorette party, and the bride to be just found out her groom to be, Slept with someone in in her friend group! Y/n had a good feeling about who the culprit was; considering no in the group caused Y/n's... hiccups to act up, like the bride's best friend did.

They bit their tongue resisting the urge to tell the Bride what a scummy woman her maid of honor truly was, but knew alcohol and high emotions was a dangerous mix. So, Y/n kept their mouth shut... Until the MOH went home and Y/n decided to break their silence and tell the bride their suspicions, that earned Y/n a "How dare you accuse my best friend!" and the belligerent bride grabbed the host by the arm only to yelp and retract her hand like she'd grabbed a hot iron, and in a way she sort of did.

See, ever since Y/n was young there was the strange phenomenon that surrounded them... Aside from the lie detecting hiccups? they also seemed to have some invisible flame shield thing that protected them from people who showed any ill will or romantic intentions towards them!

It wasn't so bad when they were younger, cos' Y/n was very solitary child preferring to read with their Absol, but over time yearning for human companionship and touch starvation started setting in and Y/n would like to have a romantic partner without having them turn into a well-done steak every time they tried to get it on....

Yes it's happened, Y/n tried have a one night stand and the guy/gal passed out from heat-stroke which baffled the hell out of the EMTs when they checked them over, seeing as it was in the middle of November when this happened! Needless to say that guy/gal never called Y/n again, and the poor host was left thinking they were cursed to be alone.

A few weeks after the bachelorette party, Y/n was invited by their old job at the Nimbasa's trainer's academy to be a volunteer chaperon a camping field trip Drakon lake (not a cannon area I made it up) to do a observation of how the cold weather effected the fire and grass Pokémon in the area, this year aside from you and two other teachers, they had a celebrity volunteer: Emmet Trevithick of the Gear station, he was an odd one that's for sure! When he wasn't challenging students, he seemed pretty hellbent on getting to know Y/n much to their bafflement.

Over the course of the trip Emmet would often follow Y/n around like a lost Growlithe, asking where they were from, if they always wanted to be a teacher? When Y/n explained that they weren't a teacher anymore, it’s just that the school knew this group of students was known to be feral and unruly to the staff, but they surprisingly respected Y/n and listened to their old teacher. So, whenever these sort of trips were planned, Y/n was the first person the school would call and voluntell them to supervise the trip. Y/n would agree every time, When Emmet asked what they did now?

Y/n simply answered with a curt "Bartending..." as a small squeaky hiccup caused them to jerk up a bit... that wasn't a complete lie, People just get the wrong impression when Y/n tells them they work at a cabaret people automatically assume it's a strip-club and Y/n is a stripper, Emmet hummed at them curiously for second Y/n thought they saw his eyes flash blue, and his smile faltered a bit but quickly went back to normal, a little while later Emmet was in the middle of collecting the kid's observation logs when two late comers came running from the lake trail.

Emmet recognized them from Y/n's group! the kids were talking so fast he barely caught what they were saying. "Y/n fell through the lake!" The conductor’s heart sank as he ran off into to the wood towards the lake, luckily the trees masked Emmet's transformation into his true form in a orange flash, Emmet Trevithick was replaced with the legendary dragon Reshiram!

The dragon Pokémon made it to lake where he saw Y/n's Absol stood nearby with terrified expression he followed her gaze and saw a hole in the ice! Reshiram/Emmet drove in into frozen lake without a second thought! Absol waited by the shore pacing a few seconds later Reshiram emerged from the lake with Y/n passed out on his head...

{mini timeskip]

*Urg... why's it so hot?* Y/n groaned and looked around confused wondering why was everything soft and white. Oh right... *I fell in the lake rescuing one of the kids...Am I in the hospital?" Y/n wondered as they sat up and winced they had gnarly headache as their eyes began to focus, They realized they weren't at the hospital they were in a cave! Y/n was further shocked to find themselves tucked in and snuggled up the white fur of a sleeping Reshiram, Y/n felt their heart rattle in their chest as they tried to quickly and quietly escaped but backtracked when they realized they were naked!

Y/n covered their chest sank deeper into the white dragon's fur while looking around frantically for their clothes, only to be greeted by a giant blue eye staring at them. "Y/n! Are you okay?....how are you feeling?" a familiar voice echoed in Y/n's mind as Reshiram watched them, it took a few seconds for them to recognize that voice.... "e-Emmet?" they stammered in shock. Needless to say, Y/n nearly passed out again as Reshiram/Emmet let out a soft rumble with they assumed was chuckle.... Confirming their suspicion.

Emmet explained everything to Y/n after giving them their clothes back, (they were drying off on his back.) To Y/n was shocked was an understatement, they absolutely floored, when they found out they were Emmet's soulmate, and that the lie detecting hiccups and fire shield was his boon.

"Wait... so you're the reason I've been touched starved virgin my entire life?!" Y/n said accusingly while pointing up at him dramatically Reshiram/Emmet tilted his head as he blinked at them dumbfounded before smirking. "Y'know...." in a flash of orange Reshiram was gone and Emmet was standing in front of them holding their hand. "We could change that.~" he purred kissing their hand, Y/n's face felt like it was on fire as a slap resonated through cave followed by a wimpy "Ooww... I was joking!" Needles to say the kids were so relieved the see Y/n was okay and very confused why Emmet had a hand print on his cheek.

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Zekrom! Ingo:

{Fem/ Bi reader!}

They warned Y/n not to walk around Nimbasa at night. "dammit, what the hell?!" a guy exclaimed as he retracted his hand really fast and started shaking and flexing it, His friend asked what was up? "I don't know, I saw this cute girl and when I went to talk to her, I got shocked by something!" the two men started looking around the park confused wondering if there was Pokémon nearby, neither noticed the flustered y/ht woman hastily walk out of the park! "It happen again..." You mumbled to her red Charjabug, who chirped at her curiously.

Don't misunderstand, this wasn't a bad thing...sort of, see that guy had been annoying Y/n since she walked out of the café! He wouldn't stop following her, he said she was pretty cute looked lonely and asked if she wanted to hang and to meet his friends? The y/hc woman of course said no and kept walking but the guy wouldn't take no as an answer!

His attempt to "just talk" involved trying to grab her by the arm, he got zapped! Just like everyone else that showed a shred of interest in Y/n, be it romantic or hostile, some strange force always kept them at bay. At first Y/n like it...when she was six! cos eww boys icky! but now that she was an adult, Y/n just wanted to find someone to man or woman to settle down with, preferably someone who doesn't get zapped whenever they try to touch her!

Y/n as was wondering where such a person could be? she didn't notice the the caution down wires ahead sign in her path and waked right into a puddle, she heard a collective gasp. Y/n blinked looked up saw a crowd of people just staring at her horrified, her brows furrowed as looked around confused as a one of the road slowly put his hands up. "Ma'am, don't move!" Y/n looked at him bemused before he looked down, she followed his gaze and saw she was standing in a puddle. A puddle.... with a live electrical wire sitting in it!?

Y/n's heart did a back flip before falling into the deepest depths of her stomach. "Oh...shit..." she muttered as she eyed everyone gawking; probably wondering how come she isn't dead?! Yeah.. That's the other thing, along with basically being a living taser, Y/n also seems to be somewhat immune to electricity; to a degree, of course!

She never really tested just how far that immunity goes, she did think about standing out in an open field with a metal rod during a storm... But quashed that idea, and just had her then Grubbing to use spark on her, though the attack tingled it didn't actually hurt or anything, she just couldn't use any electronics or touch anything metal for a while!

Y/n's legs started to burn and itch, really badly! Which she knew was a bad sign, whatever was protecting her from the electrical current was staring to weaken! She felt a sense of dread rise in her belly, Y/n kept hearing people whispering but not one person moved to help her out of fear of getting electrocuted. They kept telling her to stay calm, they were working on it! Y/n was in tears debating putting Charjabug in his ball and tossing him to one of the workers. However, before the y/ht woman could even move a finger the entire street was suddenly cloaked in darkness...

*A power outage?* Y/n thought but that as soon proven wrong when the wind picked up suddenly a loud earth shattering clap of thunder resonated through out the city, It was so loud it caused the spectators to close their eyes or cover the ears, the already anxious Y/n could only gasp shock as something huge flew down from the night sky at a frightening speed and swept her up in it's large claws before flying off again! When the power came back on seconds later, people in the street were left scratching their heads about the strange disappearing woman.

Meanwhile Y/n was shitting bricks! she was the claws of a fearsome dragon god! which was fly thousands of feet in the air taking her to Arceus knows where! and oh crap...she was gonna be sick! She quickly called Charjabug back into his ball; since he fainted from shock! and nervously looked up at Zekrom. "Erm...Excuse me Mr. Zekrom?" Y/n stammered the dragon's red eye looked down at her curiously. "I don't feel good..." Zekrom let out a panicked grumble seeing Y/n looking a bit green with her hands thrown over her mouth! The Zekrom quickly scouted out the ground for a safe place to land and saw clearing in the forest below.

A few Pokémon scattered in fear as the large legendary made landfall. He carefully set Y/n down and air sick woman quickly ran to some bushes and threw up; not noticing the bright blue flash go off behind her. Y/n groaned in disdain and went to wipe her mouth with her scarf, when a gloved hand held out a handkerchief to her, Y/n blinked in confusion and followed the hand and was thrown threw another to see one of the subway bosses staring at her concerned. "Where did yo..." Y/n looked around and noticed Zekrom was gone! which confused her even more, Surely it couldn't have flown off? She would've noticed!

The conductor told her to calm down and he'll explain! Soo, yep! that's how Y/n she was the soulmate of one of the Unova dragon twins, that static that always protected her? that was Zekrom/Ingo's boon it ties her to him that's how he knew she was in danger and rushed in to save her before she got electrocuted to death!

Y/n didn't believe him at first, the story sounded absurd! But then Ingo took his glove off did something that no one's been able to do since Y/n was a child, he held her hand...Y/n winced expecting him jump away from the sudden electric shock, But to her bafflement nothing happened! she saw Ingo's sclera briefly flash red as he intertwined their fingers he was telling the truth... Y/n didn't know what to do from here, but she had feeling life won't be as lonely these days.

#pokemon fanfiction #pokemon x reader #submas #subway boss emmet #subway boss ingo #subway boss ingo x reader #subway boss emmet x reader #dragon shifter au #Pokemon soulmate au #reshiram #zekrom #charjabug #absol #dragon x human #monster x human

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twstbookclub · 11 months

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Adronitis

Summary: Deuce met you once, and he thought that was the end of that. Until, he bumps into you twice in two different occasions. POV: 2nd Person Pronouns: Gender-neutral Admin/Writer: Cressa🦋 Tags: Third Time’s the Charm, Puppy Love (if you squint), Slow Burn with an open ending, Deuce Spade being an Awkward Sweetie, Romance, Fluff, MC is not the Ramshackle Prefect/Yuu Word Count: 1, 554

i’m alive lmao. finals are over, so i have the chance to post this. it’s been in my drafts for months, and i finished this while nursing a stomachache ;; this isn’t proofread, by the way.

Deuce first met you during club hours. He didn’t think much of you, not when he’s focused on becoming an honor student that’d make his mother proud. Your first meeting didn’t unfold like a romance drama. There were no cherry blossoms drifting in the breeze. Time didn’t slow down nor freeze when your eyes met. His heart didn’t pound so much that it’d jump out of his chest. It felt like any ordinary day in Night Raven College minus his shenanigans with the Ramshackle Prefect, of course.

If anything, it started with a water bottle.

Sweat dripped down Deuce’s jaw, slightly gaping due to his tired panting. With his hands on his knees, he watched the salty droplet fall to the ground as he gathered his bearings. The sun seemed harsher today, glaring down at the runners in the field. Deuce heard some of his clubmates groaning about the sweltering heat, either in loud complaints or hushed curses.

Water. I need water, was all Deuce could think at the time.

As if someone read his mind, a water bottle dangled in front of his eyes. Deuce blinked in disbelief, then his gaze trailed from the hand holding the miracle to another vaguely familiar face. You stood there with a lopsided smile and a hand on your hip. Under the blinding afternoon sun, you seemed like a guardian angel that descended in the middle of a desert.

“You look like you need it more than I do,” you chuckled. Once Deuce took your offer, you shot him another smile and continued on your way. The grime and sweat from all the running didn’t bother Deuce. The cold water bottle soothing his dry throat and hot skin didn’t deter him either.

Deuce just watched you run with a curious gaze.

The second time the Heartslabyul freshman saw you, Deuce had bumped into you in the cafeteria. A special menu came up, so the area was more crowded than usual. Students argued and dragged each other away from the line. Some snuck and cut into the queue in hopes of getting to the limited-time menu early. No matter where you went, you’d always bump into arms and elbows. He almost got hit on the neck by someone else’s elbow when Ace dragged him through the masses.

Deuce spied some guys trading lunch while another pair started a fist fight. Although, that ended when Jack lifted the boys by the collars; like a mother cat scolding her kittens. It was pandemonium, and Grim hasn’t even started making a ruckus. One pair even started fighting with magic until his housewarden collared them with his signature spell.

Honestly, that was dumb of them, but that’s not the focus right now.

He already found out some things about you at this point. You’re a freshman, just like him, and you joined Track and Field—again, just like him. Although, that’s where the similarities ended.

You didn’t attract too much attention. You didn’t seem to cause any trouble, which is rare in an all-boys school filled with the most rambunctious and rebellious students. With so many students attending NRC, you were just another face in the crowd. It was no wonder Deuce hadn’t noticed you until that day.

“Oh!” You beamed, another water bottle in hand. “It’s you! Um, Deuce, right?”

“Yeah,” Deuce stiffly nodded, feeling a bit awkward at his friends’ stares, “You’re part of Track and Field, too, right?”

Your name smoothly rolled off his tongue, like honey dripping into tea. Another huge smile graced your lips as your eyes shone brighter. Deuce felt his heart stutter at your change in demeanor. The ground under his feet felt unstable, which made him a bit dizzy and disoriented.

“I always wanted to run like you,” you sheepishly admitted. A wince from a hit to your side broke Deuce from his trance. “I could go on, but this isn’t the time and place, huh?”

Before he could say anything, Deuce watched you maneuver your way through the crowd with a wave. “I’ll see you around!”

“Merciful Seven,” Ace groaned and checked Deuce on the shoulder as he shoved past him, “Get your goo-goo eyes and head out of the clouds, man! We’re gonna get nothing at this rate!”

“Huh? What’d ya say?!” Deuce growled, chasing after the redhead. “Come back here, you punk!”

He could vaguely hear the Ramshackle Prefect exasperatedly sigh and call for them. Grim choked out an annoyed scream from behind. As the noise and jostle of the crowd consumed Deuce’s senses, the image of your bright expression seared itself into his mind.

The third time, he found you in the courtyard on his way to Sam’s shop. Deuce saw you fiddling with something as you muttered to yourself. Your fingers twisted a tiny key lodged into a mahogany box with gentle precision. Your tongue poked out of your lips as your eyebrows scrunched together. Deuce noticed that you’ve always made that face whenever you ran in the field. He just knew that the world around you didn’t exist whenever it happened. Not even the harsh heat stopped you.

“Hey Deuce!”

He almost flinched at your voice. Smiling, you patted the spot beside you on the grass, then returned to fiddling with the contraption. It was a music box, Deuce realized. It was an antique music box with some scratches and dust. The tiny thing had seen better days.

Wait, how did he end up in front of you? Better yet, when did he go off the path towards you?

“Hey, uh, what’s that you’re holding?”

… It’s obviously a music box. Why did I ask that? Deuce thought, nearly smacking himself in the face at how stupid he sounded. If Ace could hear him right now, he’d be cackling and howling til his stomach hurt the next morning. He could just imagine the mischievous smirk on the Prefect’s face while Grim snickered behind their legs.

Embarrassing would be an understatement.

“Oh, this?” You chuckled, and Deuce felt his heart almost burst out of his chest. “It’s a music box. I had Sam fix it up for me, so I’m checking if it works like before.”

Your smile faltered, replaced by a melancholic expression, as your gaze lingered on the tiny contraption. Deuce quietly sat beside you, who still stared at the music box. The frown on your face and the dull look in your eyes were something foreign to him. For some reason, Deuce didn’t like seeing you this way, much less feel this sad.

“My mom gave me this.” Your voice was nothing but a tiny whisper as your thumb traced a scratch on the box. “It’s the last thing I have of her, so… I hope it works.”

Deuce felt like he had been punched in the gut. The image of his own mother—dark circles under her eyes and calluses on her once smooth hands; crying into the phone about her delinquent son; smiling as she tells him how proud she is of him—flashed in his mind. His heart sank at the thought of a life without her. He can only imagine the pain and sorrow you felt at the moment.

“I’m sorry.” Before he could think about it, Deuce clapped a hand on your shoulder in an attempt to comfort you. His lips were pressed in a thin line as your eyes met his. What else could you even tell someone who’s grieving over a deceased loved one, especially when the wound was still fresh?

You stared at Deuce for a bit, then the corners of your mouth twitched into a small smile. You huff as your hand squeezed his, the one on your shoulder. Deuce noticed that you had a firm grip despite your unassuming demeanor. He admired your smile, lips moving to answer him with a heartfelt, “Thanks.”

Nothing else disturbed the peaceful silence between the two of you. Even though it was peaceful, Deuce felt restless. He wanted to talk more; wanted you to share more about yourself. That tidbit about your mother made his heart hurt, but he wanted more. All of your attention returned to the music box, and he didn’t know what else to say. That antique clearly meant a lot to you. He should leave you to it.

But, for some reason, Deuce couldn’t. He didn’t want to. Even if Riddle threatened to collar him right now, he’d choose to stay next to you.

“It works!” Your voice brought him back to reality. A lullaby, one that he heard of as a child, rang in the air. The wind-up key slowly turned as the music box played its tune. Then, Deuce’s attention drifted to you.

The grin that stretched across your face and the sparkle in your eyes made the former delinquent’s heart lurch. He couldn’t look away from you, even when you turned to look at him with that huge grin. The world seemed to fade away. Your voice was muffled, and your words seemed to go into one ear and out of the other. His cheeks burned the longer he looked at you. As you excitedly marveled about the music box working, Deuce only thought of one thing.

Ace was going to have a field day once he figured out that Deuce has a crush.

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tdoong15 · 3 months

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hello again after u talked about Stanley cups I deiced to make a middleSMC, seeing these cups online on TikTok or instagram and then telling there mommas about them and forcing them to buy them and taking them everywhere and drinking coffee "water because they dont drink coffee" and being just normal youth ya know hope you doing well, am fine started my internship and its going good, tho there was a snow storm here today so that sucked by anyways

have a sana

Hiiii I'm doing well. That's really cool that you've been able to start your internship I hope it goes really well for you. Also it snowed a lot where I was thankfully it cleared up for me.

Middle!SMC. CGs!Sahyo

Warnings: none

Stanley cups

Dahyun, Chaeyoung and Tzuyu were in their room scrolling through TikTok initially to find either funny or relatable videos which they could share to one another, until Dahyun spotted a video which reminded her of what she was meant to say at breakfast but she forgot about it. “Have you guys seen those Stanley Cups? I've been wanting one for ages now.” Dahyun showed Chaeyoung and Tzuyu a picture of what she was talking about. “Of course we've seen them, we don't live under a rock, Dubu.” Chaeyoung commented since she's also been wanting one. “Yeah we've seen them Dahyunnie. And we want them too” Tzuyu said whilst looking at her phone.

“Well if we all want them then why don't we ask our moms?” Chaeyoung questioned because it's the most logical and obvious thing to do. “Because they'll say no, trust me I've tried.” Dahyun said with a sigh until she had an idea. “Tzu, could you tell mom and eomma about them instead of me or Chaeng?” Dahyun leaned over so Tzuyu was looking at her. “Wait why me?!” Tzuyu asked in confusion about why the others couldn't just annoy their moms until they caved in. “You're like their baby so they'll let you get anything regardless of the price. Duh.” Chaeyoung responded, which Dahyun quickly agreed to.

Tzuyu was about to argue with Dahyun and Chaeyoung but she weighed out her options, in the end she ended up choosing the option of telling her mommas about getting the Stanley Cups. “Fine, I'll ask them”. Tzuyu stood up and she began walking to the living room, Dahyun and Chaeyoung were right behind her because they wanted to instantly know the verdict. “Mom, eomma can me, Chae and Dahyunnie have Stanley Cups? They're, like, really good and they won't spill.” Tzuyu asks with a slight pout to further enhance the chance of her getting what she wants.

Sana and Jihyo looked at each other and then at Tzuyu. “Okay you three can get the cups.” Sana says with a smile, the school meal club cheered that they were now able to get what they've been wanting for weeks now. So with that Sana and Jihyo were being dragged to the store but they didn't say anything about it because they wouldn't want to make Dahyun, Chaeyoung and Tzuyu upset or annoyed at them.

When they reached the store, the maknae line went speeding off to where the cups were. “Girls don't run too far away!” Jihyo shouts and she runs after them since she was very protective over the 3 girls. “Don't worry eomma, we're only here.” Dahyun says whilst she's rummaging through the cups until she finds one she likes. “How much are these by the way?” Sana questioned and the school meal club quickly covered up where the prices were. “Oh they're only $15.” Tzuyu lies but she was easily caught since she had never been good at lying no matter how hard she tried.

“We won't be mad, since we did agree to buy them for you three. So just tell us the prices.” Jihyo explains in order to reassure the girls, which it did and Dahyun, Chaeyoung and Tzuyu moved out of the way and they pointed out the price to Sana and Jihyo. When they saw how much the Stanley Cups were each, to say that they were shocked was an understatement. “$50?! For a water bottle?!” Sana basically shouts but she didn't complain much since she already agreed to pay for them.

“Yeah, but these are the best at keeping things cold.” Chaeyoung counteracts and she grabs the one she thought looked the best in her opinion, Tzuyu did the same. Jihyo just sighed heavily and she paid for them and the girls promised that they'll never break them. DaChaeTzu, showed off their Stanley Cups to everyone because they simply felt like it and when they got home they didn't fill their cups up with water, which it's typically used for, they instead filled them up with iced coffee since it would “be more ideal for rehearsal”. Throughout the rest of the day the girl took extra care of their cups and used it whenever they needed to.

Also have a Sana back

#twice agere #middle!tzuyu #middle!Chaeyoung #middle!dahyun #cg!sana #cg!jihyo

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madmunson · 2 years

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Run

Eddie Munson x Reader

word count; 13k

disclaimers; illegal activity, running away, unprotected sex, (brief) smut, mental illness talk, and revenge!

author’s note; i wanted to mention that i had started writing this a few days before stranger things volume 2 came out, so the relationship between dustin & eddie isn’t intentional *at first*. although i have my own theories, this isn’t that, it’s a different storyline than the one i plan on doing based on an alternative ending to volume two (inspiration from @eddiemunsonssoulmate). also i am in no way attempting to glorify or romanticize anything i write about, this is just based off of ideas i’ve had!

storyline; fem!reader x eddie munson.

y/n is tired of hawkins, and after getting cheated on by her boyfriend, decides it’s time for revenge.

I fell for your magic

I tasted your skin

And though this is tragic

At least I found the end

...

The wind was carelessly rustling through your hair as the dark denim sky chased behind you, the stars painting figures in the sky like Picasso. You ran through the constellations followed behind you, as did Eddie Munson. You couldn't wait to leave this city, restart with somebody so better than what you've been through. The heart wrenching trauma would forever stay in your past, at least you hoped so.

...

You hated the high school you attended. Like every other teenage girl, you could imagine, but this one was simply devilish. Hawkins had a past, a past full of child torture and fake monsters that supposedly only some people witnessed three years ago, and a dead sheriff. You hated it this way, but there was nothing to be done. You lived in Hawkins your whole life with your only sibling, your brother Dustin. You were on the cheer squad, dated Jason Carver the basketball star with a promising future, and had some of the fakest best friends you could ever meet. But that's life, supposedly. Everybody had always gave you that lecture, the "that's life" spiel. You always seen it as an excuse for people to be okay with feeling miserable, which made you depressed, but you could never show that without your parents flipping out again like they did the time when you were in eighth grade.

"I literally can't do this anymore, you guys don't fucking understand me!" Eighth grade you would shout, pleading with your mom for help.

"Over what? Middle school drama?" It was never middle school drama. You were being physically assaulted there daily, and bullied relentlessly, but your mother never listened to that. Always belittling, was her go-to. You learned young that the world didn't care about your problems.

School started this year, and you couldn't be less excited. Dustin made mentions of some club he was going to, always looking at you as the protective older sister because you were the only one who would listen. He always mentioned Eddie Munson, the kid the school labelled a "freak". You were in a group that always used to bully him. The truth is, you'd known about his crush on you since you were young. The middle school talent show, he performed some song with his band that you couldn't remember the name of to save your life now, but he stared at you the whole time. You had most of the same classes growing up. Always. There was never a moment you and Eddie Munson didn't share. You never gave him the chance. In high school, not only did he get hot, but everything changed. You were always popular, but not this popular. Eddie stuck with his loner friends, but it always put a smile on your face when he would talk about Eddie, especially praising him the way he did.

Dustin was always a smart-ass kid, he had this tone with the way he said things that always made him sound like some cocky old soul, and you always thought that was the funniest thing. The way he told stories, the way he talked about and almost exaggerated things, was so precious to you. You looked at Dustin as a child almost, because it was hard for your mother to listen to (or express, for that matter) literally any single emotion. But regardless, you couldn't help the urges you would get to just leave.

Sometimes in class when teachers were talking, or doing anything besides paying attention to the students, you would find yourself staring outside the window pretending life was different. Pretending you had the same mom as the one that Dustin's friend Will Byers, the kid that went missing a few years back, was your go-to. You imagined your mom wouldn't even notice if you went missing, wouldn't even pay attention to the fact that you were gone. She always cared about Dustin more, as much as she wouldn't admit it. To be even more truthful, you had a lot going on at all times. If it wasn't physically, it was always mentally. Though, you never talked about these things because the world didn't care to listen to people's problems. You struggled with nightmares nightly, struggled with self esteem. You thought being popular was supposed to change that, but it didn't. If anything, it made it worse. It gave you a new mask to wear daily.

The happy-go-lucky cheerleader who was in a happy, committed relationship, had happy, cheerleading friends, and a supportive family to stand by and watch it all, was who you had to pretend to be to every bystander. Or rather, the show you had to put on for everybody every single day. What nobody really knew, was you lived in a three bedroom trailer in the same park as "The Freak". You lived off of one income. All your makeup, and most of your preppy clothes, were stolen. You went most nights without eating. You suffered trauma and a bunch of other mental issues that were untreated and undiagnosed because your mother didn't care enough about anybody other than your brother to pay even the slightest bit of attention to it and it's worsening tendencies. Life was shit. Life would always be shit, because "that's life". Not to be too depressing, though.

Things would only get worse, though. Two weeks into the start of school, you found out Jason was cheating on you with your so-called best friend, Bethany Fischer. It was one thing to cheat on you, but another to cheat on you with somebody who goes by Beth was another. Beth was unbelievably the fakest in your friend group, and it almost surprised you that it didn't happen sooner. However, despite how much you hated Beth, and hated Jason, this still hurt like hell. You would spend the next weeks resorting back to your middle school ways, baggy sweatpants with tighter shirts, and one of your dads old flannels draped over your shoulders. You liked them because they were baggier, almost went down to your knees because of just how tall your dad was. You barely took care of yourself these days, and went from being the most popular kid in school, to the bottom of the food chain. These days, you didn't do much of anything anymore. Dustin always called you depressed, and you'd laugh it off, because you knew how much the world couldn't be bothered to care less.

It worsened your mental state beyond belief, as much as you hated to admit that. You were always listening to sad rock music over your headphones in the hallway. Nothing felt normal anymore.

It was this way for a while. Until you found yourself outside of Eddie Munson's door one night, around three o'clock in the morning as your alarm clock read, after tossing and turning all night. You just wanted him.

...

I witness your madness

You shed light on my sins

And if we share in this sadness

Then where have you been?

...

"Y/N, wake the hell up! We're gonna be late! I cannot show up to the meeting spot late again, Eddie will have my head!" Dustin yells, shaking you awake.

"Okay Dust, calm down, I'll be ready in five."

"I'll be in the car!" He states, pointing at you, "hurry the hell up!"

"On it," you speak, standing up and throwing on the best outfit and makeup you can in the five minutes you had. You begin throwing on your tennis shoes, and placing your hair in a slicked back pony tail. You did the best you could to appear beautiful for the day, despite how you truly felt, and you proceeded to the car.

"Five minutes, my ass! That was like fifteen!" Dustin yelled at you. You laughed it off, before rolling your eyes and then starting the car. He always had the funniest way of saying things, for such a young kid he was the funniest person you knew. He was incredible, and every day you were so proud of him.

"I'm proud of you, Dustin," you spoke. You tried to tell him this as often as you could, because you knew how much you would've wanted to hear it growing up. It helped you discreetly heal your inner child, and helped Dusty because he always knew he had somebody in his corner. Not to mention, you stood up for him any chance you could, too. Nobody in that school was allowed to mess with Dustin, especially not with Eddie and you around. You were the popular kid telling nobody to mess with Dustin or his friends, and Eddie was the kind-of-scary, not-so-nonchalant, will-get-in-your-face freak who scared people away from messing with him or Dustin, or the group. He really took him in, and as much as he would've hated to admit it, he watched over the kids of the group like a hawk. You just knew it, the way Dustin would talk about Eddie.

"Yeah, you too, doesn't excuse me for being late!" He laughs.

"Oh, I know! Won't happen again!" You laugh in response, hugging on him jokingly. You drop him off at the front of the school where you see Eddie already waiting for him. He stares at you, almost infatuated, and you wave to him before parking the car. You enter the school as normal, Beth standing in the front doorways waiting for you.

"Hey bitch!" She says, casually hip bumping you. You hated that shit, she always acted like she was more than you were just because her parents were rich. But she always tried to be your best friend. It was disgusting.

"Hey girl!" You respond, trying to sound as absolutely fake as you could so she would recognize nothing was wrong. Everybody in this school was so easy to fool. You knew nobody would care for the boring details.

"What's been up?" She asks. You were already a week and a half into this school year, and she always acted like something was new. It wasn't ever that. She just wanted dirt on you, and it was obvious.

"You know, the usual. What about you?"

"Baby! Hey!" Jason says excitedly as he approaches you. Great, the jock. You did kind of love him though, as much as you hated to admit it. Nothing felt like you anymore.

"Hey baby," Beth jokes.

"Oh, go away!" You laugh in response, lightly pushing her before kissing Jason. You embraced him in a hug, watching Eddie walk down the hallway. Discreetly, when high school came around, you did develop a crush on Eddie Munson. But you couldn't speak about it, for obvious reasons. Jason began telling you all about his day, and about how he was so excited to start basketball, right in front of your so-called best friend Beth. She didn't leave his side to save her life. You almost found it cute how committed she was, knowing he would never be the same, just based on the fact that he wasn't faithful.

He was the picture perfect boyfriend, aside from the fact that he had been cheating on you. You found out the worst way possible — hearing her moan his name in a bathroom stall next to you while you were skipping class crying. Yeah, just about the worst way to find out your boyfriend had been cheating on you. You were just waiting for the perfect time to confront him. Now had to be the time.

"So Beth, want to tell me why you're screwing my screwing my boyfriend?" You ask, irritation blinding your vision.

"Uh, what?"

"You know, why you've been screwing my boyfriend. I don't think I stuttered." She rambled trying to make excuses for herself, stuttering as she did so. But it pissed you off so much, you inevitably smacked her across the face. You couldn't contain yourself, your brain was so blinded by rage.

"You're done," you told Jason, "me and you, we are done!" And you stormed off. Eddie Munson just so happened to watch the whole thing.

...

Like you would tell yourself everyday, weeks had gone by and you were still very much in your depressed state. Beth and Jason seemed to be a happy couple, and on occasion, she would shoot you the snobbiest look she could possibly form to her face. You hated it, hated that she could get away with such a thing and still make it out with somebody like Jason. The two of them would find individual people they found attractive, and cheat again. It was only a matter of time before the relationship based on unfaithfulness fell apart. That fact still didn't change how much it broke your heart, though.

You'd suffer nightmares for weeks, struggle with your self image, and all the normal things that came with being cheated on, in addition to the issues you already had. You hated everything, but a lot more, at least ten times more now. Everything was so meaningless.

Now when Dustin would try to wake you up, he'd get a "five more minutes," or a "Dustin, please just let me die," or something dramatic along those lines. You couldn't help it, you were a teenager on top of the things you already had going on.

"Y/N wake up! I can't be late again!"

"I know, Dust, please just give me a second."

"No!" He said, dragging you out of bed. He began throwing clothes at you, some baggy sweatpants and a shirt you've had since middle school, and one of your dad's flannels. He always knew the perfect attire for your current emotional state, at any given moment. The two of you were more like best friends than siblings.

"Fine, fine," you say, getting up. "I'll be out in five. Actually five this time, I don't feel like doing my makeup or anything."

"Y/N, what's wrong?"

"Jason cheated on me."

"That douchebag." He states, but before even giving you time to agree, he starts with a new tangent. "You know my friend Eddie is single. He's had a crush on you forever, he never stops talking about you," you thought that was cute, Eddie was using your little brother as a wingman.

"Oh, that's so cute, are you his little wingman now?" You ask, jokingly picking him up and swinging him. "Good little wingman though. Tell Munson he's on."

"Really?"

"No." You laugh, "nobody wants me like this, come on. Now give me five minutes, I'll be right out."

"I'll be in the car,"

"I bet you will be,"

You rushed to throw on your clothes, and lightly brushed your hair, before putting your sneakers on and heading out the door. Record time: less than five minutes. Dustin actually seemed surprised.

"That was like, four minutes and twenty two seconds! Good one!" He says, giving you a high five with a smile plastered on his face.

"I'm proud of you, Dust." You smile.

"Why do you always say that?"

"Because, it's something I wish I would've heard it when I was your age. Nobody really had time to care about how I felt. But you, Dust, you'll do great things. They'll always listen to how you feel."

"You're not alone, Y/N, you know that right?" He sympathizes with you. In response, you just flash a half smile at him and lightly hug him. He smiles back, and returns to looking out the window.

"Did I tell you about what Eddie said yesterday?" You thought it was so cute, Eddie was like his best friend. He loved him so much, even if he wouldn't admit to it. Neither of them would, just based on the Eddie you knew. Dustin began going on a tirade about probably every ingle joke Eddie has ever said, and you've heard it so many times you were able to recite them with him. You loved seeing him so passionate, especially over somebody that could be his older brother. Dustin always wanted an older brother, too, hence why he was so close with you and now Eddie. It didn't make you jealous or anything like that, if anything, it made you beyond happy.

You would do the same as you did every single morning, wave to Eddie, hug Dustin and park your car. This time was different, as Eddie approached your car.

"Hey sweetheart, everything okay?" He asks.

"What, you stalking me now?" You joke.

"Maybe I am, doesn't mean you're okay. I heard about what happened. My condolences."

"Jesus, nobody died. Just my popularity."

"You always have a place with me, Y/N. Please never forget that."

"I won't, Eddie. Thank you, and same to you. Thank you for taking such good care of Dust." Dustin hated that nickname. One time when you were younger, he slipped and fell in the dirt next to the sandpit at the sandpit. He was so little, he had dust all over him. And in your young mind, Dust just stuck so much better than Dustin. He always told you never to say that around his friends, but you always forgot.

Eddie nods, tapping the door of your car awkwardly before walking away. You realized in this moment that Jason was out of the picture, you could now give all your attention to your high school crush, and he'd take it. It might make things awkward for Dustin, but he wanted you guys together since he met Eddie. Maybe it was time.

You would spend all first period writing a list for revenge, before going on the run. Eddie wouldn't know about your plan to run, until it was too late, but you had hoped he would at least help with the list.

He was the perfect person to help, in addition to all the finer things about him, he was protective and would be the safe haven when you got out of control. That's just who Eddie was as a person. Before the supply run lost, you made a plan.

i. vandalism

This meant you were gonna need spray paint, some gasoline, a few water bottles, a slim jim, and some fish.

ii. breaking and entering (maybe theft?)

Because you know everything about Beth, you know exactly where she'd keep a stash of daddy's money. This would help with step iv. This also would require much supplies, other than all black clothes.

iii. arson

There were a couple people who deserved a last message.

iv. going on the run

A few petty crimes won't follow you as a wanted woman, but it will sure leave one hell of a reputation in the town.

You told yourself you'd leave Eddie to care for him. And Eddie would do an amazing job. You've seen his little pep talk exchanges, and once overheard Eddie telling Dustin never to change, and making him promise. He was an incredible person to leave your baby brother with, the best person you could imagine to give guidance, even if nobody else could give a damn to recognize that Eddie was something other than a monster. The town was cursed, sure, but Eddie would be the perfect person to help him navigate. You didn't have a plan on where to go yet, but figured that would come in when you were on your last adventure with Eddie Munson later. He'd also be the perfect person to help you end that with a bang.

You begin writing your list, and writing him a letter as well. One that he couldn't open until after you were gone.

- spray paint (black, hardest to cover) (Art isle)

- lighter fluid (Grilling isle)

- lighters (By the registers)

- fish (Grocery)

- air horn (Mechanic's isle)

- pen and paper (Stationary isle)

- black hoodies (Men's clothing isle)

- face masks / face paint (Halloween isle)

And just like that, your plan was set. Now all left to do, was get Eddie Munson involved. Which shouldn't be hard, and he was always the reckless type. He wouldn't try to stop you, and for sure wouldn't let you do this alone.

...

I know you're not in love

Like you used to be

Guess I'm not the one

Like you used to think

So you just run

...

It was approximately three o'clock in the morning by now, and you were up all night tossing and turning. Tonight simply had to be the night, for the simple fact that you didn't know how much longer of this you could take before the redundancy and repetition became too much. You were at your breaking point forever, you've always wanted to leave Hawkins, but now was time.

On the envelope addressed to him, all you had written was

"don't open this until after phase iv. ♡y/n"

The letter had much less. It simply started with,

"Eddie, I have always loved you," erased and rewritten at least six thousand times, to the extent that the paper drew raw and was creating holes from the eraser. Maybe that was all he needed to know, maybe he didn't need to know the rest. Only time would tell for you.

Next thing you know, you're hopping out of your window, bag in hand with the little money you stole to start you with, biking to Eddie Munson's trailer. You hoped he was home, or alone, as this would be so awkward if it played out any other way. You couldn't get the image of you biking all the way to his house and he's with some girl or isn't home entirely.

However, this was Eddie Munson. It wasn't like he had much of anything to do on Friday nights, besides be a menace with his friends playing Dungeons and Dragons. But Dust had been home for hours, which lead you to believe their game was either finished or postponed. But you didn't talk much to Dustin before leaving, so you didn't know the full story in its entirety. To be fair, you had no idea this Friday, tonight, at 3am would be go-time, so you didn't exactly get to say what you needed to.

After about five minutes of consistent pedaling, you arrive at his trailer. You Were nervous, your stomach knotted and turned by the second. Before you even knew it, you had already knocked and Eddie was already standing in the doorway.

"To what do I owe the surprise, sweetheart?" He questions, his hand raised slightly over the door frame, holding himself straight. His other hand held the doorknob, holding the barrier open to greet you.

"Remember when you said if I needed you, you were there?" You spoke, without a second thought to process the question.

"Something along those lines, but yes."

"Good, because we might need to do some slightly illegal stuff, can I come in?" You enter before he even has time to respond, and he closes the door behind you, as if it was natural.

"What do you mean we?" He questions. You were sat on his living room couch, staring back at him as he approached you, wearing a cropped top masking his shoulders with his usual jeans, his fingers drenched in rings. He had made a cup of coffee, or something, and was drinking it as he approached you. His demeaner was still calm, as he held his little mug. He was sort of cute this way, just in his natural habitat, not feeling the need to keep up with the standards he was given around him.

"Well you'd never let me do anything dangerous alone,"

"Correct,"

"So, I figured you could come with me!"

"Uh, incorrect."

"What? Why?" You ask, standing up to dramatically flail your arms.

"Because, believe it or not, I'm actually trying to refrain from being a piece of shit like my old man. Trying to save the Munson name, you know?"

"Which I respect. What if I told you, you wouldn't be implemented for these crimes? You would simply be the mastermind."

"The term mastermind definitely turns me on, won't lie." He jokes, "But how would I not be implemented for said crimes?"

They'll only see one person, if that, and with this list, I'll be the only suspect." You flashed the folded composition notebook paper after pulling it out of your flannel pocket. You begin to read him the list, aside from phase four. Instead of stating that, you said you'd hide it out away from Hawkins until the families got over it. These crimes would never be something that lead you to being a wanted woman, they were petty crimes. At most, they'd have a warrant, and if you spoke your name in Hawkins you'd get probation. You didn't mention that part, though. It really was an amazing plan, not to kiss your own ass. You'd drive, you'd lead, he was just the help.

"And if I agree?" He asks.

"What, do you want my throat or something?" You joke. "Who's to say that isn't in the plan?"

"Well, damn," he says, putting his hand behind his head as a matter to show how stunned he was by the comment. You laugh, leading him to awkwardly laugh. He was so cute.

"Still, as enticing as that is, I don't know if I can help. Y/N, I always run away from my problems. You think I'm a lot stronger than I am. Don't get me wrong, the girl I've had a crush on since middle school asking my help and believing I am brave enough to help, is almost incentive enough to do it. But I just-"

"You're scared."

"No, I just-"

"Munson, I wasn't saying it as a bad thing. Everybody gets scared, regardless of how strong or how weak you perceive yourself. Fear is a human emotion. You're okay to admit that, and your feelings are safe with me." He smiles at you, sitting down next to you and putting his arm around you. You appreciated his warmth next to you, it almost made you feel protected. You might've stayed in Hawkins if you had this to save you sooner, but you were too far gone now.

"I appreciate that," he states, "yes, I am scared. Why don't you tell me more about this list?"

You began telling him how the high school drama bullshit shouldn't matter to you, but it did. Everything you thought became second nature to speak to him, he just had that way with people. Eddie was a protector naturally, and his energy spoke so, people were just too arrogant to see it. Including you, for a point in time. You told him that, too, how none of the stolen clothes or shoplifted makeup made you feel whole, and you always felt sad. But nobody cared, because nobody had time to deal with your issues. You always felt like you were wearing a mask, that's why you thought actually putting one on for the night would help mask what you were really going through. He tried to reassure you, but you were too far gone. You stood up, placing your hand out in grasp of his.

"You in or out, Munson? Note, you are important to my plan, but not vital. I can and will do this alone, it will just be so much harder." You stood up like you hadn't trauma-dumped on him, like everything, especially the conversation, had been normal. Like this was something that normal people did, on a normal occasion, at such a normal time. He must've thought that was hilarious, because he belly laughed before grabbing your hand in agreement. The only thing he requested was bringing his "main baby" also known as his guitar, because he wanted to play for you. You agreed, and like that, the both of you were on the move.

The two of you ran out to his van, you getting in the driver's seat. It was rare Eddie let anybody drive his baby, but he always cared for you, and knew you'd take good care of her. You started the van, the engine rolling over before starting. You begin driving to a convivence store just outside of Hawkins, as a means to be practically invisible to the world inside of Hawkins.

The crazy thing is, this had all happened so quickly. One moment, you were plotting leaving, and then the next it was a whole revenge plan somehow looping in Eddie Munson. But he was crazier than you, in all the right places, and he wanted justice for you just as bad as you did. Eddie was much more than the people around you predicted, or cared to imagine. Only the people around him knew just how amazing he was. More people needed this side of Eddie, but nobody was open enough to look for it.

"Do you know what your going to write with the spray paint yet?" He asks.

"Probably 'BACKSTABBING CUNT' or 'FAKE WHORE'. Maybe both." You respond, raising your hands and painting the air with your hand as a way to indicate big, bold letters on a movie screen.

"I really like both," he says, looking over at you with a smile stretched from ear to ear. "I like being here, you know? Even if this plan includes you going after your ex-boyfriend. I want you to know I understand it, and see it as a civil service act, but cops might not feel the same way."

"Well right, hence why I'll hide for a minute, you know? Everybody will think I'm leaving Hawkins, the way it was meant to be. I wrote Dust a letter."

"Did you write me one?"

"Maybe. But that's besides the point now, we're here. You got the list?"

"You know it,"

Eddie was in charge of getting a little over half of the list: spray paint, lighter fluid, lighters, about six packages of fish, water bottles, and an air horn. He also grabbed gloves for safety measures.

You were to get the rest: black hoodies, face masks, a slim jim, and a notebook pad and pen. The list was simple enough, and relatively easy to find in such a massive convenience store. You chose ski masks as the perfect match, and even picked up some white paint to decorate them. You also grabbed chalk for the sidewalks. Eddie seemed pleased with the decision, like a child excited to do arts and crafts, only it might be felonious.

You pick up all your supplies with Eddie beside you.

"Looks like some criminal activity,"

"Arts and crafts. We're art majors on a mission." You reply, rehearsing this line several times before the plan even became to be.

"Mhm, sure. Just don't rat my store out," he jokes. You both awkwardly laugh, watching him bag the supplies. You pay in cash, requesting for no receipt, and the two of you walk out as fast as you could without being inconspicuous.

"Pretty good convincing skills, eh?" You laugh, bags in hand. Eddie playfully tells you to shut up, joining in on your now mutual laughter, while recommending a spot to paint and talk through the plan. This place wasn't in Hawkins, luckily another deserted field on the outside skirts of Indiana. You thought this was an amazing idea, more privacy would be exactly what you needed right now. To discuss the plan and paint, of course.

...

I know that I'm stuck

In this misery

Guess I'm not enough

Like you used to think

So I'll just run

...

The two of you finally stopped at the deserted field, pulling both bags of menacing shit outside of the van before taking coverage of a large rock just outside of the trees. He begins painting your initial on his ski mask, and you paint an E for him. He was really your partner in crime, now. You began painting hearts all over yours, and he painted skulls. This was the perfect way to be spending your night, only it was going to get much more wild as the night went on.

"I like yours'," Eddie states, staring at his initial on your ski mask.

"I figure, true partners in crime right?"

"Forever and always," he spoke. You knew how much it would hurt not only you, but him too, for you to leave. You began dreading it, before shaking off the feeling ultimately. Tonight wasn't about worsening dread, it was about taking it back, which was all you seemed to care for. Truth be told, you were tired of feeling like a doormat to these high school kids. If this was the once chance to make dues, you weren't going to feel bad for it.

You began sitting with your legs crossed, finishing the untitled letters you started, Eddie focusing on his skulls across from you in the same position.

"You know, I like yours' too. Looks sick, and my initial looks so good next to the skulls." You flirt, winking at him as he looked up. It was so cute how he seemed to blush at the mere compliment.

"Oh, shut up," He says, very clearly flattered. "What are you over there writing?"

"Your letter. You can't read it until I'm gone."

"Gone?"

"I meant hiding," You paused.

"Y/N, is there something you're not telling me about this plan? You're safe, right?"

"Yes absolutely, and nothing I'm not telling you. It was just a word mix up. I'm sorry."

"It's okay. You know I'm always going to try and save you, right?"

"Let's begin phase one." You spoke, ignoring the thought of him trying to save you. If there was any truth to the matter, you'd hoped he could save you. But you almost knew better. Your life wasn't destined in Hawkins like his might've been, like everybody in your life had been. You were tired of the same street signs, and grew abnormally agitated by the same buildings and people. It wasn't fair that just because your mother grew up here, that you had to, and were forced to grow old there. You were generic in the sense that you hated your town, but the opposite in every other sense. That was something Eddie would never get, something nobody would ever get. That's why you had to leave. They were contaminated by this town, you weren't.

"That wasn't phase one?"

"Merely. It was just the start, fool, let's go!" You grab your mask and the letters, throwing your new notebook in the backpack you brought. You begin rushing off to the van, throwing both your's and Eddie's ski masks in the back to dry. It was time.

You hop in the drivers seat, barely waiting for Eddie to enter before speeding off back to Hawkins. This time, the car ride was silent. Eddie seemed hurt by something, which weighed on you horribly. You regretted speaking about the plan further, and maybe regretted looping him into this. The only thing you could think about was Eddie telling Dust that he tried so hard to save you, and imagining Dust's whole world fall apart. First his dad, who he doesn't even remember, and now his sister. It shattered your heart, but you couldn't allow yourself to be in charge of how anybody felt anymore.

"What's up, Eddie?" You ask him, looking over at him briefly.

"I don't know what's going on after this. Is this the last time I'm gonna see you?" He stares at you, his eyes digging a hole with bare fingernails into your heart. It absolutely broke you to hear him ask that, because what he didn't know, is it was. It absolutely was, and it had to be. No amount of begging, or pleading, could ever change that now. You kept repeating the simple fact to yourself, that you were too far gone.

"No." You lied, "absolutely not. I promise. I'm just gonna be away until they get over this, that's all."

"And do what? Live as a fugitive?"

"I guess so."

"It's not too late to turn back,"

"Stop doing that. Stop talking to me like I'm a kid and can't make my own decisions. They've taken so much from me, I'm so tired of people taking shit from me."

"I know Y/N, I know you are. But that's what I'm here for-"

"Eddie, please! I promise, everything is going to be okay."

"That's not going to prevent the worry, but I believe you. Please don't break that promise."

"I won't." The pain was unbearable as you spoke these words. You didn't want to lie. That was the last thing you wanted to do. But you did what you always did, for yourself in too deep.

Without further ado, you were at Beth's house, putting on some gloves. Another perk about unfortunately knowing Beth was knowing her family's sleep schedule. This would be the absolute perfect time, because they were all asleep. The two of you pulled out your ski masks, going on either side of the house with two cans of spray paint in each hand. You begin getting anywhere you can, spraying the door, to spraying the house lining, then making your way to the sidewalk. You wrote various cusses, things that wrote, "BACKSTABBING CUNT", "CHEATING WHORE", "FAKE BITCH" and more. Eddie had classier ideas, writing things like "you're an awful person!" it was cute how he was so clueless.

After finishing your masterpiece, you grab a slim jim and unlock her car door. Luckily, nothing went off. You had been breaking into cars for a long time, which was an awful image but you just came from that background. You were taught young to fend for yourself, and you just did it differently.

With the now empty water bottles, about five or six of them or so, you wrote on the grass with lighter fluid. The F leading into the U, C and K pairing so perfectly, Y-O-U! spelled adjacent to the previous letters.

Almost last in the plan, was to go ahead with phase two, too. You were already here, they were already asleep, and it would be the perfect finisher. Besides, their house had been broken into many times when the two of you were friends, nothing ever changed that. But there were never any leads, always just some random person, and barely ever any reports. When you have too much money, you don't notice when it goes missing. It always surprised you that Beth lived in Hawkins, and not somewhere with more money, it was like her family thought they were doing some sort of fucked up charity work.

"Hey, keep watch," you whisper to Eddie.

"What? Why?"

"Phase two,"

Oh, my god, Y/N wait-"

But before he could say anything further, you were climbing into her kitchen window. You knew exactly where she kept the money her father would have given her, but everybody did. Everybody that knew her used her as a piggy bank, which is sad, but she almost deserved it after the hell she had put you through. Any other person, you might've felt bad for. But Beth Fischer can rot in hell. Besides, you'd need the money for phase four.

You tried to be as stealth and sneaky as you could, stepping to her room. She kept a wad of cash in her vanity drawer, you just had to get to that. They didn't have a dog, or any animals of any sort, and Beth was the only child. They basically made this house the go-to criminal's safe haven. It was predictable, not much to get caught over or discovered for. And this happened often, it even happened when you slept over. Through the night, the whole place was ransacked, right underneath your noses. Again, no reports, no leads, no nothing. The family didn't even care, and were just happy to make it out with their lives, including you. That was just another traumatizing day in your life though, sometimes you almost felt for Beth.

You crept through the hallways and made it to her bedroom, then carefully opened her vanity, before pulling out the exact wad of cash you were talking about and closing the drawer for good. You pocketed the cash, and quickly made it out of her house. Now it was time for the finishing act. You hopped out of the same kitchen window, rushing to Eddie in the yard.

"Didn't think I was gonna use your time for free, right?" You smirk, pulling out the wad.

"Jesus, Y/N! Why would you do that? Why was that in the plan? Why-"

"Quit freaking out, Eddie, we're good. This happens like every week for them."

"Doesn't make it right,"

"Sure, it doesn't, but phase four remember? I need to successfully hide out. How do you suppose I do that poor?"

"I guess I get it. Just feels shitty."

Finally, you begin placing the fish everywhere in her car, under her seats, in her glove box, under the back seats, behind the mirrors of the car, anywhere that there was minimal visibility but the scent would linger. You left a letter in her glovebox next to one of the fish that wrote, "fuck somebody else's boyfriend!". After the fact, you were finally done with phase one. The only thing left to do, was to allow them to wake up to Eddie and yourself's artwork. Last step was the blow horn. Eddie so gracefully handed it to you after kissing the hand he placed it in, speaking a quick, "kill 'em babe".

"Wait do you actually feel bad for her?" You ask, finally realizing the gravity of exactly what Eddie spoke prior to placing the fish in the car.

"Really, Y/N? Now?" He asks, clearly exaggerating his mental strength to handle the situation at hand.

"Oh, whatever,"

You blow the horn as loud as possible, for approximately two seconds, two being the number of weeks it took to find out Jason cheated on you. As you blew the horn, that was Eddie's que to light. The two of you took everything that could be considered evidence and threw it in the fire that wrote "FUCK YOU!" to further the alibi. The plan played out perfectly as he did just so, the lights in the house turning on as the grass caught.

Next thing you knew, the wind was carelessly rustling through your hair as the dark denim sky chased behind you, the stars painting figures in the sky like Picasso. You ran through the constellations followed behind you, as did Eddie Munson. You couldn't wait to leave this city, restart with somebody so better than what you've been through. The heart wrenching trauma would forever stay in your past, at least you hoped so. Houses passed houses, turning into blocks before you would even come close to your designated spot. Nonetheless, the two of you sped off as fast as you could to your next destination: the getaway car.

The two of you have never hopped in a car faster, parking the van a few blocks away seemed like a good idea in hindsight but definitely not in the long run.

"I'm gonna have a fucking heart attack," Eddie breathlessly pants.

"How's that for running away from your problems, Munson?"

"Fucking christ!" He was erratic, practically foaming at the mouth with adrenaline. You laughed with him, speeding as fast as you could away from the scene. In between this plan and the next, you needed to stop at Eddie's house. Beth's parents would've for sure reported it, causing you to be the prime suspect. But if the cops caught you at Eddie's house, maybe banging him, it would be less suspicious and you both would have an alibi. You threw the rest of the things in a trash can by her house, so that was one less thing to worry about. And because the two of you handled it with gloves, thanks to Eddie, there was no trace of evidence.

"Phase one done, now it's time for phase two part two, we're going back to your house and fucking."

"WOAH, what?" He yells, completely taken back, "at least take me to dinner first!"

"Oh, you weren't pleased with the grill that just took place on Beth's front lawn?"

"You know talking about the crime kind of indicates you were involved,"

"Yeah, no shit! That's why I'm saying it to you, and not the cops, hence why we need to be at your place having sex. Like right now."

"Sweetheart, I'm not complaining. I'm just confused."

"Babe. Alibis."

"Right."

"Do you get what I'm saying?"

"Not a clue."

...

Finally, you got through to Eddie, for maybe explaining it for five minutes into more detail.

"On another note, you know how bad I've wanted you?" He asks abruptly.

"Woah, did you even think about that one before you said it?"

"No. And I don't need to. Listen beautiful, I'll take any opportunity to be alone with you. I'm glad you were feeling felonious tonight." He joked.

"I've wanted you for a long time too, you know. Jason was a coverup, Eddie, I hate to say it but I can't stop looking at you."

"Hate to say it huh?"

"Oh, shut up."

"Or what?"

"I guess I'll have to make you."

Before you could even enter the doorway, you found yourself fiddling with his belt with your tongue colliding with his. The two of you were making out long before you hit the door. You could taste on his lips that he wanted it for a long time, and it made him taste so much stronger. The desperation, ability to be vulnerable, it all turned you on so much more. He was good with his actions when kissing you, taking care of your lips just as much as clashing your tongues in between kisses. He felt so mysterious, the musk made you ache for him stronger. He began kissing behind your ears, and down your neck before setting you on his kitchen table.

He proceeded to grind against you as he kissed down to your collarbones, leaving you a moaning mess. You beg for him without a second thought, praising him as he kissed and sucked upon all your sweetest spots, leaving little purple and yellow marks as he pleased. You enjoyed it, trying to savor every breathless moment.

He was standing above you, and took off your shirt before a word slipped from his mouth. He began kissing on your chest now, taking your bra off with only his left hand. Holding one of your breasts, he begins kissing and sucking on the other.

"Please, Eddie," you begged for him to continue, and he starts to pull at your waist band, before eventually taking them off with one swift motion. He draws patterns over the barrier covering your core, feeling your wetness on the tip of his fingertips. You could see his rings moving as he did so, like he was painting a canvass. He was ruining you in the best ways possible. You moan for him, fire invading your lungs as you let out every last breath of oxygen you could in a matter of seconds.

"Remember when you told me to shut up? You said you'd have to make me, right?" He growled.

"Oh, did I?"

"Absolutely, princess. And I think I found the best way to make me," he continued. He pushes you further back on the table, and you lay back for him as he gets down on his knees for you. He begins placing kisses over your panties, leaving you a shivering wreck. Finally, he takes them off and flings them to the other side of the room, not that you could necessarily care to keep track of your clothes.

He begins painting circles over your clit with his tongue, putting his mouth over your core as he kissed. He put his jaw into it, taking control over your entire center as he did so. You intertwined your fingers into his curly mane, twisting and locking your fingers as he went faster. The aches built up strongly, consuming your whole body before traveling up to the very top of your mind. You were so close, you could feel it in the heels of your feet.

"You feel so good," you whined, grabbing every strand of hair you could as he sped up. You withered and twitched above him, not being able to contain yourself for much longer.

"Baby please, I'm so close," you cried out, shivering and shaking as he continued.

"Good," he mumbled, "Do it, princess."

You finish with one final moan loud enough to smack against the walls of the trailer, before seeping into the drywall as you finished for him. You had never experienced that before.

"You're not done," he growled, kneeling up a little. He places his fingers at your entrance, rubbing over your center before slowly entering. He began slowly curling his fingers, causing you to moan louder than you had before.

"Holy fuck," you whimper. He continues, picking up his speed as he does so, but ever so slightly as to not get you off so easily.

"Good girl," he spoke, raspiness attacking his vocal chords. He was a protector, but dominant, and you adored that in him. You could feel the pit burning in your center again, before traveling up to the tops of your shoulders. You begged for him, but he didn't listen. He slowed down, if anything, edging you beyond control.

"When you show you deserve it, I'll go faster."

"I'm yours," you purr, he goes faster to the response. You could tell he was infatuated with hearing you say that, especially in this light. You continue, begging him as you do so.

"Please Eddie, I'm yours," you begged. You proceed to plead with him, pressure building up as he continued. You continued to moan as loud as you pleased, your ears ringing with the motions. After a short moment, it was beyond containable. You could no longer stop begging him for more, and telling him just how much control he had over you. You could feel your body smacking against the table as he sped up at such a rate you physically couldn't control the spasms.

"I'm gonna finish," you moaned, and he proceeded to go faster, causing you to finish in an instant. Your legs were no longer in control, shaking as you sat up for him. He placed himself at your entrance after unbuckling his pants, pulling you forward as he aligned himself.

"Hawkins Police, open up!"

"Are you fucking kidding," he groans, "one second! Kind of got my cock out!"

"Yeah we heard, Eddie." The cop replies. You let out a laugh of pure embarrassment, but also success because the alibi phase was now set up perfectly. Eddie puts his pants and boxers back on, and you struggle to find your clothes, grabbing a spare Hellfire Club tshirt and boxers you found lying around. After everything is good, Eddie opens the door and welcomes the two cops inside.

"Officer Garcia and Officer Peterson, nice to meet the two of you." The cop on the left says, pointing at himself and then the officer next to him. "Bethany Fischer was attacked tonight. We wanted to ask you a few questions?" As if you had much of any other choice without incriminating yourself. Also, attacked? Hardly.

"Of course, she okay?"

"Yeah, it was more-so a personal attack," the cop sighs, checking his watch before continuing the conversation. He appeared tired already, which as were you dealing with Beth and her family.

"You're friends with Bethany Fischer, right Y/N Y/L/N?" Officer Peterson asks.

"I mean, was friends with her. She kind of dropped me after me and Jason broke up, and especially after I started seeing this guy." You smile, biting your lip as you cling onto him.

"Right. Have you guys been together all night?" Garcia states, taking a notepad out of his pocket.

"Yeah, we have," you respond. "Date night."

"Do you have any knowledge as to why anybody would want to mess with her or hurt her in any way?" He asks. You knew one good reason.

"Beth had a lot of enemies, a lot of girls in that school hate her guts, call her fake. You know, usual high school drama. I don't know though, I don't hang around that group anymore. I'm sorry, I wish I could be more help."

"Don't be. We'll get to the bottom of this. For right now, you guys just stay safe, and quiet it down. I'd hate to be back here for a noise complaint." He states, putting his notepad back in his pocket before exiting with his fellow officer. "Have a good night."

"Yeah, you too. Good luck!"

"Yeah, thanks. Just a shit ton of extra paperwork." And with that, they were gone. The two of you waited for the lights to leave before jumping with excitement. Phase one and two were officially complete. Eddie was really coming around to the idea of being the mastermind to your plan, and it made you happy to see him like that.

...

You bathe in your victory

You blew out on my fuse

And if I took on the planet

Will I pay my dues?

...

You were anxious to start phase three. You still weren't entirely sure about the idea of phase four. Every route you would take would lead to disaster to somebody: you could either stay in Hawkins and keep destroying yourself, or leave and destroy those around you. There was no way around the disaster to some degree or another. But if you were being completely and utterly honest with yourself, part of you hoped there was a way out before phase four. You thought about the possibility of maybe staying for questioning, keeping this between you and Eddie because there was absolutely no evidence besides motive. But the more you thought about it, the more you realized there was no other way around this now, you were in too deep. You had always wanted to run, but after the night you had with Eddie, you almost wondered if it was worth it. Leaving everything behind and running couldn't be the only answer, unless you ran with him.

"Change of plans," You state, sitting next to Eddie on the couch, "I want to run with you,"

"Then let's go on a run." Eddie jokes. But now wasn't the time for jokes.

"You know what I mean," you said, "I meant for when I run. Or hide. I want you to hide with me,"

"Have you thought about what Dustin would think?"

"Why do I have to spend all my life worrying about what other people think? Why do people just live everyday willingly miserable because 'that's life'? I want to live for myself, Eddie."

"You were never just going to just hide were you?"

"What are you talking about? I told you, of course I was-" You were cut off by Eddie, as he started moving closer to you.

"You were never going to just go into hiding. You were going to ditch this place, these people. Hell, I can't say I'm mad at you or that I don't understand it, because believe it or not I do, but why?"

"Because, like I said, I'm tired of letting misery win because of some labyrinth everybody else is caught in. I'm gonna go be me, Eddie. You should come. You said so yourself, you understand it. What do you have here? In Hawkins?"

"Responsibilities, Y/N. People need me. They need you!"

"Yeah, the town that hates you."

"That's beside the point!" He stands up, stepping back. "That is absolutely beside the point. I understand what you're going through, and I'm here for you, but I can't let you leave."

"Either you come with me, or I'm going alone, I kind of decided this a long time ago Munson. You don't just get to come back into my life and act like you know me!"

"You came into my life!"

His comment infuriated you. It made you feel like another waste of space to him, like you meant nothing to him. You attempt to get up and walk outside, but he grabs your wrist.

"Please, don't go." His dark chestnut eyes pleaded with you, he looked like he could cry.

"It's too late," You say, looking away from his eyes.

"Then I'm coming with."

"Are you sure?" You ask, stepping back.

"Yes. Absolutely positive. I can't lose you again." He says, embracing you into a hug. You could feel how much he loved you in his grasp, he never needed to speak it.

"I don't know, Munson. Are you sure?"

"Yes. I promise. Just please, don't leave me, okay? That's all I ask. Well and one more request,"

"That is?"

"I want my letter you wrote to me read. If you're not leaving me, it shouldn't be that hard, right?"

"Valid point. Fine. Thank you for actually staying by my side."

"No, thank you. Come on, let's sit on the couch."

You sat across from him on the couch, and took out the letter you wrote to him. He did have a point, but you had two versions of letters. You would decide which to read to him in the long run, or so you thought, because now was that opportunity to choose. The truth is, you had two variations out of fear of how the night might've played out. One version was for him if he didn't join along, the other was if he did. Both said somewhat the same things though.

You chose the letter that included him helping, just to make it make more sense when reading it aloud. You begin unfolding it, as he watches your movements intensely, almost as if he's afraid you'd vanish into thin air right in front of him. Eddie had a hard time being vulnerable, and everybody knew that. You thought that might've been why he was picked on so much, he was so carelessly himself that it made people uncomfortable. Rightfully so, you'd tell yourself, because Eddie was everything good in the world. He was unique, had his own sense of himself, and people would refuse to see that often. He defined the good parts of Hawkins, the ones that made you feel at home, the ones that made you second guess leaving to begin with.

"The letter says,

Eddie,

I want to thank you for everything you've done, and apologize for my lack of seeing it. You're incredible, Eddie, and I know you'll always stay true to yourself to the end. I don't even need to tell you that. I'd say 'never change', but I know you won't. In the best ways possible, of course. The truth is, I've had a crush on you since freshman year. I was so grossly obsessed with being popular that it consumed me, and I didn't notice what was in front of me. That's my guilt, my regret. Eddie Munson, I love you. Apart of me thinks I always have, but was too scared to admit it. You are the definition of what made this place home for so long. And if I'm being honest, it's hard to leave knowing you're here. You're so uniquely you, that's why these people are afraid of you. You are the definition of everything good in this world, Munson. They fear you because you don't show fear, and don't show vulnerability. They will never understand just how incredible you are, and they don't need to. I want you to always remember that. I want you to always stay true to yourself, even after I'm gone. Please, take care of Dustin, he looks at you like a big brother. The big brother the world unfortunately couldn't have given him, and if it would've, maybe things would be different now. Remind him never to change, too, you both are rare in this cruel town, hidden gold. You're the hero in this story, in every story, they'll see that one day. I'm so proud of you.'

Signed, Y/N."

"You mean that?" He asks, tears in his eyes. You were unable to get another word a out before he was holding you, crying as you wrapped your arms around him.

"Eddie, are you okay?" You ask, as if the answer wasn't obvious.

"Nobody has ever said that to me. Any of that. I always thought nobody would care if I died." He speaks, still forming a puddle made of tears on your shoulder. You held him tighter, telling him just how proud you were of him. The same way the world didn't care about your problems, it seemed it didn't care about his either, and for once you didn't feel completely alone. He made you feel at home, and safe.

"You make me feel like I'm at home." You spoke, still holding him, "not a house, not four walls, but truly home. The world never cared about my emotions, and they didn't for your's either. You're the first person that makes me feel listened to, and I intend to be the same for you."

"Y/N, I love you,"

"I love you Eddie,"

The two of you sat like that for a moment. You imagined running away with him forever, and how that would look. You imagined the two of you maybe buying an RV, living in it as you travel. You imagined the glorious days, rather than what it would become to be before you were even able to catch it in nearly enough time.

He looks up at you, eyes puffy from crying. For a moment, the world stops, and it's only the two of you simply gazing into each other's eyes. Clouds came to a halt, time proceeded to yield, and everything around you was in slow motion. You really did love him, even if that was a harder fact to admit. But he was the same as you, another version of you, and it was no longer deniable how much so. Finally, he breaks the silence, placing his right hand on your cheek and pulling you into a kiss. He pulls away, and you look at him with a smile. He smiles back, going back into the kiss.

You climb on top of him, straddling his hips as you do so, and continue kissing. Your tongues clash and intertwine in between pecks, creating an intense passion movie writers couldn't even begin to try and think about writing.

"I love you Eddie," you say between kisses, "and I'm so proud of you,"

He flips you over, holding himself on top of you while he attacks your lips. He uses his right hand over your breast, gripping as he chooses. He begins kissing down your neck, holding you by the small of your back as he does so. He takes the tip of his index finger and slides it along the bottom hem of your t-shirt, before taking it off in one swift motion. Next thing you know, he was kissing down your chest, and unclasping your bra with the fingertips held together by his right hand. He managed to do so successfully, bringing shock to your face once more. You could feel yourself turning into a puddle, the mess in between your legs increasing as he grinder against you. You could feel every inch of him over you, his massive bulge poking your center as he did so. He begins leaving little marks with his mouth down your neck, and to your chest, before taking off your bottoms and underwear in between. Finally, getting tired of the layers in between, he also takes off his clothes.

He placed himself at your entrance once more, before slowly sliding in. He begins making out with you, the tip of him feeling like it was touching the inside of your stomach. You felt like you were losing your mind, feeling nothing but fire in the right places as he sped up ever so slightly. You roll your eyes back, and start moaning for him.

"Fuck, Eddie," you moan loud enough to make the neighboring cities wake up. He smiles as you do this, picking up his pace and making you beg for him. He takes his thumb, licks it, and begins drawing circles over your clit with said thumb. He smiles at you, causing you to get chills immediately down your spine.

"How does that feel?" he asks.

"Absolutely incredible," you moan breathlessly, trying to focus on your lungs as your eyes slam closed from intense pleasure. He laughs to himself watching you.

"You're so goddamn beautiful," he states, once more picking up his pace. The same feeling he once brought you was back again, but this time increased by what felt like an infinite amount. You could feel your stomach turning, your insides on fire so passionately you could practically feel it radiating on the outside, and the world became heavier.

"Eddie, I'm close," you almost scream, finishing before he was even able to give you permission to do so. At the same time, you felt him throbbing and twitching every which way, indicating that he himself finished as well. You felt his warm load inside of your walls, writing his name on the center of your core. You lay breathless for a while, your lungs trying to catch up to what he just put you through. It was a quick interaction, but immediately became everything you could ever love and more. Nobody ever made you feel like that, not Jason, and not anybody before him.

"That was fucking amazing, Y/N," he says dorky. It was so cute how pure he felt, he said everything on his mind and more, and was just so silly and uniquely him in the process. That was your favorite thing about him. He didn't care about what other people thought the way you once did, he didn't care to change what he said or how he said it in hopes of achieving popularity the way you once did. He was so unapologetically, and unafraid to be, so effortlessly uniquely him, it inspired you. You never noticed the amount of happiness you'd get from waving to him every morning, until now. Or the happiness you'd get hearing Dust gush about him, until now. Or even more, the complete and utter infatuation you'd feel when glancing over at him during lunch as he sat with the Hellfire Club. He did some crazy shit, like climbing on tables and jumping out at kids, but that made him who he was.

"It absolutely was, and you needed that after the cockblock those officers put you through." you agree, completely lost in thought as you silently admired him. He smiles at you, and kisses your head.

"Onto phase three, huh?" He asks, sitting up and helping you regain your balance as he does so. The two of you begin talking about the plan to recreate small fires all over town, with two specific locations in mind: Jason's and Hawkins High. You might come up with an idea for other places in the meantime, but for now, this was the proper place to start.

You begin loading his van with supplies he already had, gasoline and lighters, plus some gardening gloves, and continue with the plan. The plan was none other than to recklessly and dangerously commit arson, without a trace of evidence or anything to incriminate either of you. This was fairly easy, given Eddie was always protected with supplies like he lived in a murder house or something, and you had thought about this for maybe one hour and acted completely on whim. You made the generic comedy criminals, and you loved that. You were always a hopeless romantic.

The two of you hop in his van without speaking another word, and set the route to Jason's house. You park the van a few blocks away once more, and begin heading to his house on foot. The sky was still dark, and would be for an hour or so, which meant the timing was absolutely perfect. At Jason Carver's house, the lights are all off, not a sign of life to be seen within the windows or behind any closed doors. However, by now, it was almost 5am, people would be awake shortly and that could possibly make for more witnesses unintentionally. As much as you wanted to take advantage of the dark skies above you, you knew the quicker, the better with this final act. Not getting caught was the key ingredient to your whole plan to begin with, even before you decided Eddie would join you in running from the law.

You head over to his front lawn, and begin pouring lighter fluid on the grass once more. This time, it was nothing in specific, it was just small fires sprinkled across his front lawn. They'd be controllable, for the most part as one person cannot contain several small fires. Luckily, there was a church and Hawkins High right on the same road. The two of you made a run for it, running as fast as you could to the next spot. Eddie would take the church, you would take Hawkins High, and the rest of the plan included meeting at the van in exactly seven minutes, not a minute under or over. You began sprinting as fast as you could to Hawkins, making it in a shocking four minutes. You hurry as you light the small fires, and make a run for the getaway van for the next three.

"Hey! Stop!" You hear from behind you, just as you were about to give up. The voice behind you was heavily masculine, and sounded terrifying. You shifted control to your brain, and let your muscle memory take over the speed of your runs. You cut through trees, through bushes, jumped fences, anything you could. You tore your knee on a fence a block ago, and kept going. You were hellbent, and extremely dedicated.

At the van Eddie would already be, as you yelled to him, "Go! Go! Go!" The stakes were incredibly high, because whoever this was simply had to be authority of some sort. If they seen the van, the two of you were screwed. Luckily, nobody proceeded the chase, and this would mean you and Eddie Munson were once again in the safe zone. You told him about the letter to Dustin, and suggest you drop it off in the mailbox guarding your now old house. Between Eddie and yourself, you had four thousand dollars from the nights' collection, and this meant endless possibilities for where the two of you could stay.

...

Your love was a mystery

Yeah my love is a fool

And I traveled the country

Just to get to you

...

"Honeymoon suite, Indianapolis!" The two of you agreed, taking three hundred away from your existing budget. This meant the two of you would get to continue having fun, even after the party was considered over. Any time spent with Eddie meant passion struck the air so strongly it could collide worlds, he was the best at making your toes curl.

"Hey! Honeymoon suite for two," you say, pulling out a hundred extra dollars for the clerk up front. Finally, you had got far away from Hawkins. The whole drive was spent laughing maniacally with your favorite arm candy, making jokes about the criminal activity you partook in, and overall just having the time of your lives.

"Deal. Honeymoon suite for two, here you go. Enjoy love birds," He says, going right back to his Playboy on the countertops. Though this struck you as rather strange, especially if he willingly took the job of cleaning the bedsheets, but you were too caught enjoying and living in the high of finishing your final plan. You were finally away from Hawkins. Nothing else mattered to you now, besides Eddie. This was the way it was always meant to be.

Before you could even enter the doorway, articles of clothing were coming off at drastic rates. He began attacking your lips, and tongue in between small breaks from your lips. He was so good at holding you in place as he took control of you, it made you melt every single time. By now, your pants were already to the ground, as well as your shirt, and him matching. The two of you were half naked, trying to manage locking the door before continuing but barely getting by doing so.

He began kissing down your neck, and eventually collarbones, leaving little love bites and bruises wherever he deemed fit. He traced over the aches with his tongue, like a fresh paintbrush dipped in acrylic paint before creating a portrait. He pinned you against the wall, one hand directly over you and the other attached to the small of your back, traveling upwards as he pleased. Without a second thought, he manages to strip you of your bra, tossing it on the floor with one swift motion. He continues, kissing down your breasts and eventually your chest, before making it down to your underwear.

"May I?" He questions, tracing the waist band of your underwear with his ringed fingertips. You nod frantically, and he takes them off, placing his finger over your center.

"Use your words," he demands.

"Yes please,"

With the magic words, he begins slowly entering you with his fingers, bending down and sitting placed on his knees as he fingered you. He starts off slow, curling his fingers while he's inside, as a means to not miss any single one of your sweetest spots. He proceeds, licking your clit as he twirls his fingers inside of you while his thumb is lightly playing with the same clit he had his tongue plastered upon. He loved to edge you, putting his jaw into his mouth movements as he continued to finger you.

"Eddie, faster fuck!" You moan, oblivious to the surrounding neighbors.

"How does it feel, sweetheart?" He asks. You proceed to tell him just how amazing he was, just how much you were his, and all the sweet dirty things he wanted to hear. He smirks at you, going faster as a response.

"I'm yours' Eddie, please, faster-" You moan, and he listens. You finish before even becoming aware of doing so, legs shaking and spasms as you do.

"Good girl," he spits.

He lines himself up with your entrance, pushing your head back as he places a finger over your tongue. He loved the sight of you, and admitted so, as the luminating lights shine over your nude body. He was so comfortable around you, and it showed by the way he took care of you.

"You are so beautiful," he says, examining your body. His eyes lit up as he glances over your hips, down to your ankles.

"Thank you baby," you purred, arching your back for him. He took this as a hint, entering inside you and bringing back that very familiar sense of ecstasy. You let out a sharp moan, piercing the walls around you as you do so. He continues, picking up his speed skillfully as he thrusts, hitting every single one of your weakest spots. You practically go limp underneath him, your whole body unsuccessfully overcoming the urge to melt. You moan his name and cuss sweet profanities beneath his touch, and he'd paint your wings.

"Please Eddie, faster!" You beg, and he listens, picking up his pace with every upward thrust. You feel yourself crumbling, about to expose yourself as you finish for him.

"I'm gonna finish," You warn him, and he slows down as he pleases to edge you.

"Finish when I say, princess,"

"Please Eddie, I can't hold it anymore,"

"You'll have to for me," he demands. You nod frantically in response, your legs twitching as you do your best to hold yourself back. Your body shook so violently it felt as though it would become unattached. You try to keep your composure, taking steps to breathe as he proceeds to pick up his pace while thrusting. You felt as though one more thrust in the right spot, you'd be done for.

"Finish for me sweetheart," he growls, finally allowing you to finish. The heavenly feeling all comes rushing back, your legs collapsing as you finish for him. You begin to start whimpering as your body starts spasming beneath him. He smiles at the sight, wiping sweat off of his bangs that stuck to his forehead as he does so. He slows down to help you come down, but as soon as he's given the signal to continue, he does, finishing shortly after you.

"Fuck, Y/N!" He moans as his cock throbs inside you, shooting himself inside you. He falls next to you, and pulls you closer to him.

"I don't know where you get your experience from, but you're incredible." You softly chuckle.

"Oh, don't you know? From every other girl!" He jokes, knowing you're probably, at the very least, one of the first few. You laugh with him, remembering how good it felt to laugh. He brought out the better side of you, despite the running from the law and Hawkins, and despite the shit show you voluntarily entered together. He loved you, and made sure you knew it.

"I love you," he purrs, pulling you closer.

"I love you, more, Munson." You reply, standing up to grab your clothes.

If you were being entirely honest with yourself, something about this still felt very off. You wanted to believe that running with him was the answer, and was the way things were meant to be, but it still felt like he was trying to save you for some reason. You couldn’t even begin to think about where exactly to pinpoint your feelings, but you knew how off things felt.

“Should we stay here overnight? Or like leave before morning? I feel like if we’re trying to go on the run, maybe the best plan is to not be in one place too long. I was thinking we make it to California!” You suggest. You didn’t want to sound like every other gullible teenager with high hopes, but you loved to write music. Eddie of course took his guitar everywhere. You’d be the best match for each other, and the world’s most perfect duo with a background. You couldn’t help but get that image out of your mind.

“Why can’t we do both,” he says, “we can stay the night, but leave before morning?”

“Okay,” you smile, sitting on his lap. You wrap your arms around his shoulders, staring at his lips as you do so.

“You know, I’ve seen you staring at my guitar. You play?”

“I sing,”

“Oh, you do? Looks like we make the perfect duo!”

“You know, I was just thinking the same thing,” you banter with a flutter of your eyes.

He stands up, putting on his clothes and walking over to the spot where he draped his guitar. He picked the beauty up, before walking back over to you. He sits on the bed, pulling you onto his lap with one hand and holding the guitar with the other. He puts the guitar in front of you before speaking, “watch me,”.

He begins playing Fade to Black by Metallica, which wasn’t really a love song rather a depressing one, but it just so happened to be one of your favorite songs. You had no idea if he knew that or not, but the smile on his face as he held you and strummed was enough to suggest he might’ve.

His ringed fingers scattered across the strings as he played, making sure to never miss an Am note, or a C note. He was so delicate as he performed for you, and gentle as he held you as well.

You begin to sing, pouring your heart out onto your vocal chords as you did so. He stared with awe, watching you sing as he strummed. His face lit up with amazement and shock as you completely surprised him.

He continued to play, as you proceeded to sing, and the two of you were nothing shy of in love. This is exactly what you envisioned for the both of you.

Things not what they used to be

Missing one inside of me

Deathly loss, this can't be real

I cannot stand this hell I feel

Emptiness is filling me

To the point of agony

Growing darkness, taking dawn

I was me, but now he's gone

No one but me

Can save myself

But it's too late

Now I can't think

Think why I should even try

After the song is finished, he places his guitar back to the spot he had it draped over, and stood you on your feet. He places his hand on the small of your back, spinning you before catching you in his arms.

“You were amazing, beautiful.” He speaks to you with infatuation clinging to his vocal chords.

“As were you, my love,” you kiss his cheek, and he begins attacking your lips playfully.

The two of you spent hours awake together, laughing and telling stories of the times that you missed out on while not together. You told him stories about Dustin, and his eyes would light up. He very obviously did care for Dustin, and you could tell the love weighed heavily in his heart

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