#isn't it easier to just. sit my ass down and read this stuff. than it is to roll around in my own pathetic sadness

[smbyt]

TF141 + König x GN!Reader who started the flame in the middle of the night and still be cheeky about it the following day. (P1)

(Vietnamese version here, English isn't my first language so I hope you guys could read this easily)

Including: Ghost, Gaz (in P1), Soap, König (in P2) Price (in P3 cause I wrote a lot for him @@)

Warning: swearing, a little suggestive (of course SFW, just flirting), mention about König smokes

Reader is their teammate (and secret lover, but reader is new to König), no pronoun or sign name, just some nickname like kid, princess (just for teasing, not related to reader's gender), rookie,...

This post (https://www.facebook.com/photo?fbid=251581517229194&set=a.603460821183422) inspired me so… here we are =)))))) 

Translated: A had done some stupid things that B had to wake up and extinguish the fire. However, the next day, A still winked cheekily at B and went: “Such a hot night, right?” (I do not sure that "hot" in English means the same with "spicy" or "sexy" but... I still write these things...)

____________________________________________________

Simon "Ghost" Riley:

Will be extremely angry and ask (bark) why you made the fire.

Grabs your waist tight and is ready to crush you if you don't answer honestly and "sounds right" about what you did.

“Such a hot night, isn’t it?” 

Now, you’re fucked up.

Ghost, of course, before punishing you with cleaning the toilet, will suggest burning something else that sounds "smarter" than the one you burned (to insult your stupidity, obviously). Even if you are his love for a thousand years, he still punishes you.

But if the two of you have xxx together, prepare, soldier, the next night Ghost will make you too exhausted to the point that you can not lift even a finger to burn anything else.

If you cry after being punished? 

“Now which is hotter? The fire you burned last night or your tears now?"

After the helicopter landed, you and the members of 141 all tiredly went to their rooms. Everyone was exhausted from the mission they had so the softy bed was the only thing in their minds. But somehow, you still had enough energy to bring a bunch of stuff to Ghost's room.

"What?"

He frowned at you, now without the mask making it easier to see how annoying he was.

“Can I sleep over? Will be good, won't disturb you"

You grinned and showed Ghost some of the sundries you picked up while on a mission. These are a lighter, a butterfly knife, electrical cords, a weird mp3, and other things that you will always pick up and take home whenever you see them.

Ghost rolled his eyes wearily, but still opened the door for you to enter.

You sit on the bed as comfortably as you are in your room, continuing to grin at Ghost while he uncomfortably took a look at his broken weapons. Speaking of, not everyone Ghost would allow to do that, because if it was anyone else, this guy would have kicked their ass out of the base since they knocked on the door. But you are different, a fool who dared to cut open his frozen heart to sneak in. And he could not refuse any request of the person in his heart.

You just sit and played with your stuff until Ghost has finished checking the weapons, and as promised, you just sit alone and didn't make any noise. Ghost went to take a shower, then tiredly laid down on the bed, right next to where you were playing. His big body wouldn't normally fit on the bed, now you took up a large space, so Ghost had to shrink even more, which was more uncomfortable.

"Don't break anything, you hear me?"

“Promise”

Ghost muttered exasperatedly before wrapping his arms around your waist and starting to drift off to sleep. The mission earlier had drained his strength, causing a man who had never known fatigue to surrender. Moreover, you were sitting beside him, your scent made him feel so comfortable that he just wanted to enjoy the night and didn't want to do anything else. It had been a long time since Ghost had formed this habit, every time he hugged you, Ghost just wanted to sleep and immerse himself in the presence of his lover, because only you can make him feel peaceful and relaxed.

Tonight, Ghost didn't dream. Dreams only existed when he did not do his best and not be exhausted. Ghost loved the darkness that surrounded him, the darkness that had been with him since he was young. Perhaps, if you were the person Ghost loved, the darkness was his soulmate.

"Fucking hell..."

The murky darkness suddenly had your voice, the voice panicking like the screams that Ghost often heard.

"My god!!!"

Ghost woke up from his sleep, and the first thing he saw was the bright light of the fire on the mattress, and you were trying to put out the fire with his bulletproof vest.

“What the fuck!?”

Ghost quickly jumped out of bed, opened the door to run to a fire extinguisher in the hallway, then brought it into the room, opened the valve and sprayed hard on the fire to put it out.

“You were not allowed to break so you burned!?”

"Sorry!!!"

You whispered a scream, and the chaos got the attention of the people in the nearby rooms. They ran out to see where the noise was coming from and discovered that it was from Ghost's room. You panicked, you couldn't let them know you were here, otherwise, your secret relationship will be discovered.

“Bye Simon, have a nice night”

You tapped Ghost trying to put out the remaining fire in the bed on the shoulder, and by the time people didn't notice, you blended into the crowd and pretended you'd just arrived.

"Ghost, what happened?"

“A mouse burned my bed”

…

The next morning, you were on your way to see Captain Price to report on what you had done for the mission yesterday when suddenly you saw Ghost walking in your direction. Your big boy must have had to deal with a lot of strange questions from teammates and Captain Price last night about the burnt bed.

You smiled, raised your hand to greet Ghost.

“Good morning” you winked, suddenly wanting to tease. "Such a hot night, wasn't it, Lieutenant?"

After your saying, Ghost suddenly grabbed your hand and pushed you against the wall, his intimidating shape enveloped you. He leaned over in frustration, his hand gripping your wrist tightening even more.

"Fucking hell, why did you burn the bed last night?"

“I didn't”

You pretended to be innocent, blinking at Ghost - the man who was ready to tear you in half like the way he had killed countless enemies on the battlefield. But Simon can't bear to do that to you, he could only vent his anger by barking you in the face.

“You didn't!? Listen, soldier, I don't have time to joke around. Do you know how hard I have to explain to Price? You're getting me in trouble."

Ghost grabbed your chin, forcing you to look him directly in the eye. The eyes were now burning like the flames in his bed last night.

“Say, why did the mattress burn last night?"

This time you didn't tease Ghost anymore, hesitantly answering: "Because I was curious..."

"Curious so you burned the mattress? Do you want to go scrubbing the toilet to get more curious about it?"

“I was just studying!”

"Study what!?"

Ghost angrily pulled your waist against him, crushing your waist with the squeeze of those strong hands.

You whispered: “Learn about something that can catch fire… like does steel burn…”

You felt the hand gripping your waist get stronger, maybe in a few minutes, your waist would be split in two if this continued.

“Then why…”

Then you heard the growl of Ghost, through the mask, you still knew he was grinding his teeth.

“…not the bed feet?”

“Pardon?” you were dumbfounded, trying to process his question. 

“SO WHY DON’T YOU BURN THE BED FEET? YOU FUCKING BURNED YOUR MATTRESS BECAUSE OF THAT STUPID STUDY!?” 

Ghost barked at you, fortunately, the mask has stopped the saliva splashing out from his mouth. It was clear that he had put all his energy into that sentence by the way your eardrums still vibrated a few seconds later.

You grinned happily, and stars started to shine in your eyes: “Because now I could know that mattress isn’t made of steel”

“You fucking know what?” now it’s his turn to be dumbfounded.

_____________________________________________________

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick:

Gaz will laugh if you do that, laughing awkwardly and telling you to keep your mouth shut.

However, he will also have a headache about your stupid games.

Might hug you if you keep teasing him

Maybe lift you up to the table, and he will stand between your legs to retaliate.

“Such a hot night, so do you want a hot morning too?”

"Come on mate, I am not afraid of being caught while eating you out."

But surely he will be punished with you for your stupid games without any complaint.

However, you still have to have something to repay his patience. For example, another hot night, but figuratively not literally =)))))))))))

You and Gaz had been dating for months and he always pampered his lover too much. So tonight you wanted to sleep in Gaz's room and of course, this guy was extremely welcoming to you.

“Wanna sleep together?”

Gaz gently asked you, then comfortably took off his hoodie and prepared to go to sleep. You looked up at his thick muscles, shiny and juicy, making you forget the current question.

Gaz could feel your stare at him as if you wanted to eat him out, and that made him chuckle. No matter how many times you had seen his body, you still couldn't help but admire the juicy and thick body of the special force guy. Gaz flexed his muscles to tease you, and you two continued to laugh.

"Is it juicy?"

“Fucking thick, lemme bite it”

"No, need to sleep"

Gaz rubbed your head, leaving you alone on the floor, he tried to dodge your things on the ground to get on the bed, then lay down and fell asleep immediately.

Poor this young man, it must have been his recent duties that had exhausted him. He slept like the dead, nothing can disturb his sleep now. Only the sound of pouring water, the sound of tearing fabric, and the sound of bottles crashing together pulled him out of his dream. But he still didn't wake up, continued to cover his ears and fell asleep again.

After a while, Gaz suddenly smelled something pungent from where you were sitting. It smelled like gasoline or tar, but how do you steal those things from the storage? Didn't Price already forbid the two of you to come near it without permission?

"What's the smell?"

Gaz reached out to scratch his bare back, dreamily asking you to make sure you were okay. But he only received a simple answer from you: "Nothing, sleep well baby."

"Alright…"

Gaz trusted you and then continued to find the promised land in his dream. The two of you had fought too long together that Gaz was always willing to put his life on the line to trust you, and now he did too, trusting your negligent reassurance without even knowing something terrible was about to happen.

And then… something shattered!

After the crack of a glass bottle, flames engulfed the room. The heat and your screams made Gaz jump.

“WHAT THE FUCK!?”

“IT’S JUST AN ACCIDENCE!”

You tried to open the valve of the fire extinguisher, pointing at the pile of broken bottles on the floor. Gaz opened his eyes, fuck, did you just make Molotov in the room?

It was a weapon with a simple structure but easy to make, also known as the Molotov bomb, and the materials to make them were nothing more than a glass bottle, gasoline and a cloth for the wick to burn. Gaz quickly helped you with another fire extinguisher he found in the hallway, and you two used all your energy to put out the blazing fire.

"STOP BEING STUPID, OK!!!? DID YOU HURT??”

"NO! BUT I'M NOT STUPID!!? ACCIDENTLY DROPPED IT!!!”

“NOT STUPID YOU SAY!???”

The noise of you two made people in other rooms run over to see, as soon as they arrived, both of you had put out the fire, and stood panting as if you were about to die. Soap went into the room first, grinning: “What are you two playing? Seems so fun. Why don't ya invite me?"

“Inviting you to burn my whole room?”

Gaz snorted, then suppressed his laughter and went to put away the fire extinguisher. He knew they were both fucked up for sure, you two would be scolded by Captain Price anyway. And as expected, Price arrived right after Gaz returned to the room.

"What's wrong with you two?" Price asked annoyingly, crossing his arms and looking at the mess you had made. Seeing that he was still properly dressed, he must have not slept until now, he must have been doing a report when he heard the noise and ran out immediately.

"Sir, I did some stupid things"

You stood up to report, then pointed at the bottles on the floor: “I was going to try to make Molotov cocktails, but I accidentally dropped them.”

“Did you hurt?”

“No, but Gaz lost his shirt.”

Gaz tried not to laugh, looked at you and tried to check to make sure you didn't have any wounds on your body. It is true that except for the dark spots on your pants, you have nothing hurt.

Price sighed at your annoyance, then carried both of you up to his office room so that he could clarify the matter.

…

The next morning, you and Gaz had to clean the toilet because of yesterday's incident, after cleaning the last toilet, you went out and winked at Gaz: "What a hot night, right, Gaz?"

He was cleaning the sinks and suddenly sighed, giving you a helpless smile.

"Shut up..."

"Come on mate, you were as hot as I was last night"

Gaz couldn't help but smile, throwing the washcloth at you. You jumped to the side to dodge, then waved the toilet brush as if it were a stylish handbag.

"What? You like it too! I have never had such a hot and passionate night like that, just only with you.”

"Oh please shut up!"

Gaz laughed and hugged you, then lifted you up and swayed like you were a doll, he couldn't stand the teasing. You two stood laughing for a while, then Gaz let you down, "accidentally" patted your butt.

"Don't do that next time, it's not safe at all"

“I solemnly promise not to burn down your room again next time.”

Gaz grinned, choosing to trust you again, his smile was so bright that you forgot you were standing in the toilet, not in a shining castle and Gaz was the handsome prince you'd been looking for. Gaz was exhausted with your game, turned around to pick up the washcloth to continue cleaning, but you slapped his ass: "Next time I'll burn your clothes"

And then, unexpectedly, Gaz stood up and lifted you to sit on the washstand, squeezing your thighs and pulling you close to his body.

“Say again, I'll give you an equally hot morning,” Gaz's voice was strangely hoarse by now, the hand on your thighs getting tighter and tighter.

He leaned over and whispered in your ear: "I don't mind letting people know that I'm devouring you at this moment."

And he actually didn't =))))))))))) break a leg!

#call of duty #call of duty x reader #call of duty headcanons #simon ghost riley #modern warfare 2 #mw2 #captain john price x reader #captain price #captain john price #john price x reader #john price #konig x reader #call of duty konig #könig x reader #könig mw2 #simon ghost riley x reader #kyle gaz garrick x reader #kyle gaz garrick x you #gaz x you #john soap mactavish #john soap mctavish x reader #soap x reader #vietnamese fiction

[davepetea]

((just ranting abt writing fanfics you can ignore me lmao. I'm just in a weird place atm but I'm feeling kinda passionate abt writing rn so I'm gonna vent

originally I wrote a lil of this in the tags but then decided to just chuck it under a readmore so people aren't subjected to it against their will. then it got really long.

I'm not actually expecting anyone to read this im just sorta venting to myself. it helps me get my thoughts sorted if I write them down. I can also look back through my #.vat file tag in a few years from now and hopefully be like "wow I'm doing so much better than THAT now", so if that's the case, hi future Vatta! I hope you're having a good day. and if you're not future me, then I still hope you're having a good day, I love you, and this is your chance to turn back bc my rants are boring and LONG

(not turning back yet? ok. your funeral)

so, I haven't been online much bc I've just been in a weird limbo lately and I'm really busy when I'm at home either sorting stuff out or, with my PDA, doing anything I can to avoid my responsibilities lmao

I've been rereading my Tokyo ghoul light novels (I only have Void and Days ? I think they're called), rewatching Zankyou no Terror, and Bungou Stray Dogs (plus the live action Beast film which was? hilarious but I don't think it was supposed to be), and just suffering lmao

(you're still here? wow. you need a hobby. jk. ily)

I've been locked out of the systems at work for a bit, but I still need to be there and wait for the IT ticket to be sorted, so I've gotta be at my desk, cant have my phone or anything, so instead of sitting there doing nothing, I've either been reading, doing codeword puzzles, or I've been writing up 'drafts' for potential fanfics.

in this year of our sufferer 2024. I've been writing up some self indulgent homestuck college AU lmao. I've written over 60 sides of a5, (not inc the inbetween sections where I wrote some stuff on the chromebook at home) some notes, some accidental first draft, bc I wanted something to take up the time. but my handwriting is terrible, I don't write fast enough for my brain, I have a lil dyslexia so the letters and words get jumbled sometimes, and I have this weird thing where I don't do spaces right. but I've been trying to upload it to Google docs with Bixby's photo text extraction. it's pretty good considering how bad my writing is, then I just need to go through and touch it up, the main issues are things like names, there's some letters I do weird like my v turns into an r, or every p it thinks is a capital, but overall. amazing how technology do that.

(see my long ass rambling isn't just confined to venting. I also pretend to write actual things. you can still leave you know. I'm not holding you hostage until you read all this. you have free will)

can't remember how I ended up back in fanfic hell but I read back through like all my old published fics (aside from the cringe ones I orphaned) and the writing isn't terrible. I don't think I actually finished any of them though, which really shows my true nature lmao,,, but I've picked up a few things on my writing style now. and I've got a few things I see other people do that I wanna avoid bc I personally don't like it, and it's mostly about balance, like using names too often/not enough, being too descriptive like All The Time and making the writing really nice, but not much happens in the story so you take like an hour to read each scene, vs not enough description so everything is happening but you don't really get a visual or a breather to appreciate what's happened so far. I've been working on finding my right balance, which is imo easier if you're writing fanfic bc first up you hardly ever have to describe the characters. if someone's reading it they already know who they are. and for scenes you can take some inspo from the source material. does the original work put alot of effort into setting a cool scene? if not, then you don't have to either! if it's 90% scenery then you've gotta do it too I don't make the rules

I'm losing steam now I'm so sleepy and I've gotta go to work in a bit ugh.

(bet you're sleepy reading this too huh. told you it'd be boring)

I've been thinking about trying out writing some BSD fics but on an anonym not linked to my main Ao3, bc the themes are doozys and I kinda just wanna have the freedom of anonymity. also I'm a baby and if someone publicly criticises my stuff without it being a requested critique then it makes me bleh (I've had a few comments in the past of just general negatives, not even constructive feedback, not that I asked for any anyway...), but the abilities are tricky to write for, so it's effort lol

anyway I'm gonna stop now ive gotta get ready for work

(if you actually read this then thanks for going on this emotion deep dive with me. tune in next week when we'll get back to my usual mental breakdown)

#ooc post. #.vat file #genuinely I haven't been online on any blogs lately bc I'm doing. v bad. mental wise. #/rant off

[azpherambles]

Feel like talking about art... I worry a lot that I've passed some kind of 'peak' in my art, not per se skillwise but productivity wise.

'I made a 65 page full colour full shading comic chapter and had it printed! Oh my god, I could never do that now', I think. But thankfully in this age I've seen this exact thing happen to so many artists slightly older than me... intense productivity in school, sudden drop in early 20's, figure shit out in late 20's. It makes sense, art was basically the only thing keeping me together for many of those productive years, and I was miserable.

And now, yeah, I'm back in a high stress environment, but this time I'm managing my own progress and am doing things I want to do on some level, that aren't art. Is it any wonder people go on massive hiatuses when theres no longer One Thing they want to do?

And well also. The classic. It is bonkers the amount of people I grew up admiring who crashed and burned in college and then get diagnosed with, well usually several things but especially ADHD. I'd like to think I'm "learning from other's """pitfalls"""" by nipping that revelation in the bud early (healthcare system tho... pls gimme anything... an appointment, maybe...) but I've been ruminating a long time on art advice and life advice and a lot of the time it's not possible to 'skip' on doing the 'wrong' thing.

So much art advice is like 'man i wish i learned anatomy or x thing when I was younger, so much time wasted' and yes it seems true in hindsight, learning anatomy is pivotal to my current art... but I think I had to *get* to a point art and well growing up wise where that was even something I could fully comprehend. Theres lots of things where, yeah, I'm sure sitting 12 year old me down and getting them excited about Bones and Muscles wasn't *impossible*, but there was like 100 mini lessons that have no names I had to learn first. It's like, a skill tree in a video game. You have to learn fireball I and II before great fireball IV or whatever. It's easy to say man, why didn't I learn Hard Thing sooner, I would have been so much better by now, when in order to be able for Hard Thing you had to learn all the smaller easier things it leads to. Going straight for the big guns isn't impossible, but you'll end up having to go backwards at some point. In fact I feel like that's what's happening to me now!

I'm like, why is my art shit conpared to a few years ago, why am I half-assing everything, and you know what I spent 5 years only doing full colour full shading stuff because that was The Inevitable Artistic Conclusion and doing Less would be Wasting My Time! And I think that was the right choice actually. *Because* it made me learn that thought process wasn't true.

Also ummm FFAK by kosmicdream who I am sheepishly not tagging basically rewrote my brain? A 6000+ and not even half finished comic drawn with maximum speed and not sweating the details? And its great? And at no point did I think the story was worse off for not being polished to 100% 'completion'? Preposterous!

Well, not really. Loads of comics are like that. I knew I didn't want to be like them. But hm, its a conscious choice now rather than a feeling of shame at not completing things. The reassurance that, it's okay to not finish things, and it's okay to do less in order to finish things. Balance. FFAK just really punched that lesson into my skull rather than the light jabs of comics I'd loved before. I can count the comics I read as a kid that actually *finished* on like, two hands max. I reevaluated, what do I want to be, perfect incompletion or finished imperfection. And chose both and neither because I'm a vile little contrarian.

Am I going to finish my comic? Finished doesn't exist, so no. Does that mean my tedious perfection is justified as long as the unfinished work is what I envisioned? Also no, because I am not the same person I was when I stopped lifting the pen and my idea of perfection is also always just out of reach. Also it's. A story. I want to tell it. Not look at it.

Like, just... do what you want. What you want will change, you can't put a box around it. But also develop discipline, because that box helps. It's always breaking and expanding and shrinking but the box has to be there. You have to try. But you won't succeed. And that's okay, because that's not the goal. It's a dance, not a house.

You might want to build a place to dance easier but you've gotta dance. And you suck at dancing but you love it. And if you don't love ot anymore, go work on the house until you want to again, and you'll think, why am I building this goddamn house instead of dancing, and you'll keep forgetting that the house exists to dance in. Then someday you come back off the scaffolding and realise, woah, holy shit, dancing here is going to be so much better.

And you think, why didn't I make the house like this in the first place? Well, because you only started building the house when you didn't want to dance, imagine if you made the house perfect, and then stopped liking dancing? Well you'd be me, you'd knock that house down, and you'd rebuild it all shit, because you didn't need the house to dance, you needed the process of building it. You can make that perfect house all the time, but you can only make a shit house once. No matter how you try, you're gonna figure out why the house is shit, and make it better.

And you'll say, why didn't I make this first before! I'm learning so much! And you'll remember why, it's because everyone said 'man, don't make a house like I made it. Look at my new house, its so much better, do that! I wasted so much time on the shit house!' But they didnt. They learned. You made their perfect house with no understanding of why it was perfect. You had to break it, to rebuild it, to retrace the steps, to learn.

#oh god I finally made my point #long post #does this make sense I dont know #hit post and maybe someone will get it but its okay if no one does its the process not the result

[zunniva]

Finding my Freak

This takes place in and around the same time as s4 but without any of the Vecna stuff. I let them live a carefree life in this one!

It's a Eddie x fem story. Oc because I don't really like the y/n angle myself.

Warning! Adult content! Vaginal sex, oral (m&f), fingering, orgasm (m&f), descriptive m&f nudity and some strong language

English isn't my first language so please excuse any and all mistakes in grammar, spelling or weird use of the language in general.

Chapter 1 – Rude!

"Who's that?"

I can hear them all whispering. Goddammit it...why did I have to be late on my first day? I would have made morning classes if it hadn't been for my plane being late arriving. Now it's lunchtime and I have to literally meet the whole school at once, yay just my luck.

"Screw it, I rock! So fuck 'em!" I try to tell myself as I enter the cafeteria, head held high. More so to keep from having to look at all the faces staring at me than the fact that I was confident as hell...

I see a table that is currently unoccupied so I hastily make my way over to it. Wonder why a table this size is empty in the middle of lunch. Ah well I needed some good luck today. I take a seat at the very end of the table and set my lunch down.

"And just what the HELL do you think you're doing?" I look up and I meet the brownest eyes I've ever seen. They kinda take my breath away, and the face that goes with them...oh lord!

"Well" I say looking around "I presume since I'm sat here with a tray containing various food items that I am in fact having lunch. But then again I could be mistaken? Care to have an opinion on that?" I mean really? Rude!?

"Yeah ha ha very funny I MEAN what the hell are you doing sitting at this table, who told you that was ok?" the guys stare intensifies

"Told me? No one told me per say, but I assumed you know that an empty table was just that...empty? I needed a place to sit and have my lunch, this table was unoccupied hence I sat down. Quite a simple chain of events, or do I need to explain this in easier terms for you?" I smile at him and meets his stare.

"Ok smart ass, you move NOW! This is Hellfire's table and we do not have guests! Go sit literally anywhere else" he motioned around the room as if there was hundreds of empty seats just waiting for me.

OMG this guy! Rude as fuck...well I can play this game!

"Hellfire? Cool name dude" I smirk at him "But you see as I was in fact here...you know FIRST I'm not moving one inch until I've finished my lunch. So if my presence at your little meeting bothers you that much I would suggest YOU find another table since you seem under the impression this place isn't currently packed. It's a table for 10, you guys are what 7? I thiiiink I can make room for you, so you're more than welcome to join me..." I raise one eyebrow and look at this rude boy towering over me. Then I take out my Walkman and my book and turn away from them, put my headphones on and make a small dismissive wave at them.

When I tell you if looks could kill...they'd be scraping me off the floor at this very moment. The group of guys seem stunned, then slowly I see them, in the corner of my eye, starting to move to the other end of the table. They all sit down, none of them taking their eyes off me. I ignore them and eat my lunch and read my book. I can feel those brown eyes intensely watching me, I have to fight the urge to meet that gaze. My volume is just low enough so I can hear them talk. This is something I've perfected, the perfect eavesdrop volume and a blank face. I mean of course the subject of conversation is me! Honestly I would have been very surprised if it hadn't been.

"Anyone of you know who this lunatic bitch is?"

"C'mon Eddie be nice. She's obviously new here. She hasn't learned the lay of the land yet. She couldn't have known this is Hellfire territory." this curly haired boy says and glances in my direction

"Big deal! I say move she moves. Easy!" this Eddie is getting on my nerves now.

A very skinny dark haired guy chimes in

"I heard from Nancy that she's Jason's cousin from England. Apparently this good girl, straight A student who graduated early but wanted to come here and try the American high school life, weird if you ask me. But Nancy also overheard Chrissy saying that she's here to get Jason to graduate, he's flunking his classes. So I don't know if she's here for her or for Jason or both."

Ah fuck I would have wanted my relation to golden boy Jason to be a secret for more than a few hours.

"WHAT!? Jason? Well then I hate her by association!" Damn this Eddie was in a league of his own but holy hell was he attractive!

They spend a few more minutes intensely discussing if I might be anything like my cousin or not. They do agree that I'm way more attractive than him at least. Even grumpy Eddie has to agree there. I feel a tingle in my stomach when Eddie says he thinks I'm attractive. It almost breaks my poker face. They then abruptly change their topic of conversation as Eddie takes out a magazine and starts reading aloud to the group.

"Dungeons and Dragons! At first regarded as a harmless game of make-believe now has both parents and psychologists concerned. Studies has linked violent behaviour to the game. Saying it promotes satanic worship, ritual sacrifices, sodomy, suicide and even MURDER!"

He caught my attention now, I love DnD and I miss my gang at home. But what was this? They seem to hate DnD here, that was a quite vicious description of a boardgame? Do Americans really believe this crap? So that's what Hellfire is then? A DnD Group? Damn maybe I might need to try and make nice with this Eddie after all...he seems like the leader. I would really like to find some people to game with if I'm going to be stuck here for the year.

I'm deep in thought when I'm startled by Eddie getting up on the table. Starting a rant about how they were looked down upon for "liking a fantasy game and not band, science or paaarties" or as he puts it and now I can't help but smiling "A GAME WHERE YOU TOSS BALLS INTO LAUNDRY BASKETS"

This of course triggers my "dear" cousin to stand up and be all cocky

"You want something freak?" I roll my eyes, his constant need to be an macho ass is tiring.

Eddie just smiles at him puts his fingers up like horn on the side of his head, sticks his tongue out and makes a snarl noise at Jason.

"Prick" I hear Jason say as he's turning to sit back down, then his eye catches me sitting at the same table as "the freak" he pauses for a second and just stares at me. Fuck...this is going to be a loooong night.

The bell rings and lunch is ending. I pack my things and take my tray. As I stand up I can't help myself I turn to the Group at the opposite side of the table take a small bow and say with a blinding smile

"Well gentlemen this was a pleasure let's do it again sometime" then I leave.

Chapter 2 – Friendly

The first class I have after lunch is science. Teacher seems nice, a Mr Clarke. I'm really too old for this class but since somehow the American school system didn't think that my A in all science classes from England was good enough to take science here with he people my age I have to take it with the people 2 years younger, I have to start from scratch.

I look around for a seat and I see one right behind the curly haired guy and the skinny one from lunch. Ah well, might as well start somewhere if I wanna play DnD. I sit down, I can tell they noticed me, they both smile very politely as if to say "sorry for lunch" I lean forward in my chair and I say

"Just so we're clear. I'm not actually a bitch. I am however Jason's cousin but I would like to strongly point out I'm nothing like that ass hat! Whoever this Nancy is she did get the facts right from Chrissy I am here both as a student AND to get Jason to graduate. Herculean project but I think I can manage. But I would like it if I wasn't judged solely on my relation to him." I sit back and both of them turn around with surprised faces.

"Ehmmm...yeah Jason is difficult. We just weren't sure, you know, because of your attitude with Eddie. Maybe it ran in the family we thought" I get a small apologetic smile

"Excuse me? MY attitude? All I did was sit down at an empty table, which if you guys hadn't noticed is in no way marked Hellfire territory. That is on you guys, mark your stuff or suit yourselves! I will from now on and until, what I presume is your GM, apologizes for calling me a lunatic bitch sit at that table EVERY DAY! No apology no moving not even an inch! You can tell your Eddie that, send my love as well"

They both stare at me

"Yes I heard all of it, thanks by the way for trying to soften the blow there" I say to them "And also who is this Nancy and why does she have such knowledge of all things me?" I ask and the skinny one looks like he's about to faint.

"Ehm, she's my sister...she's nosey. She overheard Chrissy talking like last week. Probably Jason complaining about having to be tutored. And then she kinda told me this morning" he says shyly and blushes.

"Ah I see, well I'm Emma, I mean unless your sister told you that as well?" I smirk at him

"I'm Dustin and that's Mike" the curly haired one says with a friendly smile. He seems to have relaxed now that I'm not that "scary" any more.

Class starts and I'm feeling more at ease now that I've actually spoken to someone. Maybe even made a budding friendship if I'm lucky. Before this the only person I knew was Jason and that I can tell you does not count for anything. We're as different as two people can be.

As the bell rings again Dustin and Mike turn to me

"We have free period now, how about you?"

"Yeah I think I have too" I smile at them.

"Cool! You maybe wanna hang out with us then?" Dustin says

"Yes please! I don't know a soul here except my cousin and that's someone I'd like to spend as little time with as possible"

Chapter 3 – I save the day

We walk outside into the yard and sit down at a table. We start talking and I am of course asked to tell my story. You know, the why the when the what the how.

"Well My mum's from here. Jason's dad is my mum's older brother. So this is where she grew up, my grandparents lived here until they both passed away 2 years ago. My mum never really liked it here, she couldn't get herself to conform to her family's life. Gran and gramps were very religious and my mum was not having any of that. So when she was about my age she ran away, she hopped on a plane and went to England of all places. She ended up in London where she met this long haired, rock'n'roll hippie. They fell in love and they had me and my little brother. We've been over here a couple of times before. Once when I was 8 and once for my grandparents funeral. When I was 8 I actually spent a month here, hated it the whole time. Not like me to be sitting in a church all Sunday or pray like a million times a day" I laugh "I have too much of my dad's political, hippie, rocker blood in me to conform to religion. But then like a month ago my uncle calls out of the blue, telling my mum that Jason is not doing as well in school as he hoped and that if his grades don't improve from the start this year he might not graduate. And since I'd already done just that one year ahead of my peers I was to come here and help Jason, as well as take some courses myself so I could see what a PROPER education in high school looks like. My mum did try her best to protest saying that I had applied to University. Nope my uncle did not want to hear of it, he had decided and as the oldest in the family his needs outweighed my mums wants. You help family, and right now Jason is apparently about to drag the Carver name in filth for being Jo-Jo the Monkey boy who cant count above 20!" I sigh "so here I am" Dustin and Mike almost fall of their seats laughing.

"Oh please NEVER call him that and say I said it. He hates me enough as is" I say and join in the laughter.

"Well we've all Heard Jason isn't the sharpest in class, but that bad? We know it's mostly basketball, bullying and Chrissy but he does make up an appearance of being smart as well...or maybe it's just his friend being idiots?" Mike says and laughs again

"Hey be nice to Lucas at-least...he hasn't had his lobotomy yet" Dustin says

"Lucas?" I say

"Friend of ours, he's in both the basketball team and Hellfire." Dustin looks a bit sad when saying this

"Is that even socially accepted here? Didn't seem like Hellfire and Jason made good match at lunch" I say

"It's not... I'm afraid he'll soon be having to choose between us." Ok so Dustin IS sad about this

"For what it's Worth, if I had a choice between hanging with Jason and his gang of ghouls or you guys I'd pick you any day. Even with Eddie in the mix!" I say and smile

We start talking about other things, Dustin and Mike tell me about themselves, their families and friends. I tell them about my life in London and my friends there. All the while Mike's been looking for something in his bag, taking Everything out and rummaging through it.

"Where are they!? OMG...noooo" he's starting to panic. Me and Dustin just look at him

"Soooo Is this normal behaviour?" I ask and smile

"He has no normal behaviour, we're all freaks by default. Didn't your cousin warn you about us?" Dustin smiles "Hey dude...what are you doing?" he continues

"I've lost them! I fucking lost them Dustin! The dice, they're not here I swear I had them this morning and now nowhere!" Mike is about to cry

"You...lost the dice? No no no Mike please tell me you lost some normal, boring good for nothing dice not the Hellfire ones" Now Dustin is also in a state of panic.

"You haven't just left them in your locker by mistake?" I ask

"No I never take them out of this pocket" Mike shows me his backpack "At least never on campaign day...they don't leave the guardian on that day that's Hellfire rules. Dustin what the HELL am I going to do he's for sure gonna kill me now"

"Ok but I'm sorry... The guardian? And who's this he that's gonna kill you?" I kinda knew the last one there as I asked but never the less I was curious about this

"We call the one carrying the dice on game day the guardian, we all take turns. Today was Mike's turn...and yeah Eddie will at least beat your ass..." Dustin looks defeated, Mike is in tears for real. I feel so sorry for them, DnD dice aren't cheap and from the sounds of it they had some made especially for Hellfire. If that's the case I understand the panic. I reach in to my own bag, rummage a bit and then I find what I'm looking for. A small purple velvet pouch, I take it and hand it to Mike.

"IF you can promise me that these are returned to me the INSTANT that game is over you can borrow them and save your campaign, but if you loose these I will do things to you that will make Eddie look like a kitten in comparison, ok?!" I say and give the two of them a stern look.

Two pairs of Eyes fixate on me, then the bag in my hand and back to me

"What's that?" Mike takes the pouch from my hand and empties it in his own hand. Out comes my most prised possession. A set of jade dice that my dad found in some obscure game shop somewhere on one of his trips. He doesn't understand the game himself but he knows it makes me happy and that's enough for him.

"That's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen" Dustin sighs "but...why do you have these?" he asks as he admires the dice in Mike's hand

"Why do you think? I have them to play of course" I say and they both look at me like I'm sitting here telling them I'm really the Queen of England.

"You...you play? As in you play DnD? You serious?" Mike's eyes almost pop out of their sockets

"Yeah, truth be told I'm actually the DM of my DnD Group back home." I say "We call ourselves the Jade Shadows, named from those very dice you hold in your hand. So treat them with respect and they will bring you luck on your conquests" I say solemnly

"Wow, a girl DM! He should have known that this morning" Dustin looks meaningly at Mike who nods not taking his eyes of the dice.

"He?"

"Yeah Eddie, he's our DM and leader of Hellfire Club. Maybe that would have softened the attitude some" Dustin sounds ashamed

"Hey no hard feelings against you both so don't look like that. As far as Eddie goes, if he just apologises we're cool him and me. I'll forgive him for calling me a lunatic bitch AND I'll even move to another table, easy peasy" I say

"Easy peasy? Yeah I don't see that happening Eddie can be...stubborn, and he does NOT apologise for anything." Mike says finally looking up from his hand. He slips the dice back in to the bad and carefully place it in the pocket of hos backpack and make sure he zips it up.

"Well the I suppose he's met his match then. You can tell him what I want or that he can find you guys a new table. Otherwise we're tablemates for the rest of the year...aaaaall the way to graduation"

They look at each other then back at me

"Rock, paper, scissors who tells him?" said and done, they go best of three and Mike gets the questionable honour of telling Eddie "the freak" Munson my terms.

Eddie Munson, how can someone so obnoxious get under my skin like this? Well I know why, the guy is hotter than hell itself. I think I need to blame my dad here, Eddie reminds me of him. Long hair, tattoos, leather jacket, ripped jeans, a 'go fuck yourself' attitude. But whereas my dad is just this average looking old hippie who likes rock music Eddie Munson is pure teenage perfection! But I sure as hell am not going to let anyone know I think so! Last of all him, imagine what that would do to that ego!

Chapter 4 – A change of attitude

"Hey Eddie...you know the new girl from lunch?" Mike swallows loudly as Eddies stare pierces him "She's actually kinda cool, or very cool to be fair. Her name is Emma. Ehm...we talked about the table situation with her and...if you apologise to her for calling her a lunatic bitch and comparing her to Jason, which she Heard by the way, she'll move. But if not she says we'll be tablemates until graduation" Mike talks so fast he almost choke on the Words

"When I what?" Eddies brown eyes now lock on Mike "when I fucking WHAT!?"

"When you apologise to her...until then we're stuck with either sitting at the same table or finding a new home for Hellfire...oh and she sends her love" Dustin explains

,"Apologise? For what? Calling her out on something that is apparently true? Ok let her sit there then! She was quiet today, if she keeps shutting the hell up she ain't bothering me!" What Eddie didn't say was that something about this girl had something stirring inside him. Without even trying she's gotten under his skin. Her eyes, her smile...her TITS...hell her entire being mesmerised him. He hadn't wanted/disliked someone this much before. Fucking girl...what kinda spell had she put on him? He'd been thinking about her all day, up to the point that when he came home this afternoon he was so rock hard he had to jerk off to the mental image of her when she took that small bow after lunch and he caught a glimpse down her shirt.

"Well she actually IS a cool person, she even single handedly saved tonight for instance" Dustin said and broke Eddies flashback of the afternoon and the amazing orgasm that gave him.

"Huh? What? Saved tonight...what do you mean?"

"Ehhhh...I sort of lost our Dice" Mike swallowed audibly

Chaos erupts! The entire Hellfire club start yelling at Mike, all except Dustin who kinda just looks to be waiting it out.

"You WHAT!?" Eddies eyes seem to catch fire from within as he stands and starts towards Mike who begins to cower.

"Eddie...Eddie hey hear me out! Emma saved my ass! She lent me her set so that we can play. I'll look for our set I promise and if I can't find them I'll pay for new ones to be made from my own pocket I promise!" Mike holds out his hands towards Eddie and backs away.

Eddie stops in his tracks, look at Mike as what he said slowly sinks in

"Wait, what? She lent you HER set? What do you mean her set?" he must have misunderstood Mike.

"Told you she was cool man! She runs her own DnD gang back in England. They're called The Jade Shadows!" Dustin is beaming with pride that he know this

Mike takes out the small velvet pouch from his bag and throws it to Eddie who catches it mid-air and stares at it. "Here so we can get started" Mike says

Eddie opens the pouch and empties it on the board in front of him. "Damn! Those are some kick ass dice" he thinks to himself. "Hmpf...show-off" he grunts

"Ok gentlemen let's play!"

The campaign is a success, Dustin swears it's Emma's dice doing it. As they finish up Mike takes the dice and carefully place them back into their velvet home. He's just about to put them in his backpack when he hears Eddie's voice behind him

"So Wheeler, I'll take those. I might as well have a little talk with you guy's new heroine. I promise I'll get them back to her, scout's honour" he gives a smile and the scout salute.

Mike is a bit hesitant to give him the dice

"But I promised"

"What Wheeler you don't trust me? Think I'm gonna steal them and sell them or something?" Eddie holds out his hand and Mike reluctantly put the small velvet bag in his hand. They then go their separate ways. Eddie stands in the middle of the now empty room thinking to himself. He's not stupid, he knows he can't just go up to the Carver's house, ring their bell and ask to see Emma. He'll have to wait until tomorrow. He walks out to his van and goes home.

That night Eddie Dreams, lusty sexy dreams about HER being his GM dressed in the sluttiest Hellfire outfit ever, They're not playing a normal campaign. He's just Rolling her dice, a good roll she undresses and he gets to touch her a bad roll and she puts clothes back on. He prays for a crit roll of 20, she says he can fuck her if he gets that. He is sweating and tossing in his sleep, cock hard as a rock. He rolls and YES a 20, she smiles that Amazing smile at him and he closes in on her. She's fully naked now, juices from her pussy dripping down her thighs. As he grabs her hips to push in.... *beep beep beep beep* his alarm goes off and well so does he. He wakes up and the second he does he feels the familiar feeling when his orgasm tips over the edge. But since he was all horny in his dream he's not fully there for the ride. He comes on his sheets but the feelings not really there "Ah crap" he sits up and takes some Kleenex and cleans himself up. What a waste of cum not getting that wow feeling. But that was one AWESOME dream...the hell did this girl do to him? He hops in the shower, gets some cereal and the leaves for school. First time in forever he's excited about that

Chapter 5 – Misunderstandings

I arrive at school a bit early as I am needed in the administration's office to sign something. That takes forever but as I'm finally done and get to leave I see Mike, Dustin, Max and Lucas standing in the hallway talking.

"Hey guys! Mike...forget something last night? Or did the game run late?" I ask

Poor guy looks terrified "Well...yeah it did get pretty late before we were done But uhmm" he clears his throat and looks over at Dustin like he needs support? "I don't actually have your dice any more"

"You...don't HAVE them? You lost my dice you twat!? I will fucking kill you, you better start running now you little shit" I feel my temper exploding, that was the one thing I cherished most in Life and this skinny asshole lost them hell no!

"No! No I promise I didn't loose them, it's just that Eddie kinda demanded to get to return them. I Think he might be considering an apology" Mike actually hides behind Dustin.

"Eddie? Eddie has my dice? You sure about this? You do realise I will hunt you down?"

"Yes, yes Eddie has them I SWEAR to you he does. He also swore to me that you would get them back today. Especially when I pointed out that it would be a hassle for him to find 2 new Hellfire members because you killed us both for loosing your dice" he tries a small smile at me

"True When you see him tell him I'll meet him at lunch, unless you guys have a new table" I turn and walk away from to put my stuff in my locker and get the books I need. As I open the door to my locker a small piece of folded paper falls out, I pick it up and open it.

"The woods table at 11 if you have free period then -E"

I read it once more, put it in my pocket and smile.

"Hey Dustin, where's or maybe more like WHAT'S the 'Woods table'?" I ask when we've taken our seats in science class.

"It's this old rickety table in the woods behind the school. Just past the foot ballfield there's a small path, you can't miss it. Follow that and you'll end up in a clearing and that's that" he says " Why'd you wanna know that?"

"Apparently Eddie wants to meet me there later" I say

"Hmm, well I suppose apologising in front of all the guys at lunch isn't really his style" Dustin smirks "Good luck I guess"

Class starts and time could not be moving slower Finally the bell rings, it's 10:50 double science is tiresome work. I run to my locker, put my things away, take my Walkman and start for the football field.

As I get there I see Jason hand his hooligans running laps. I ignore them and just keep Walking, I almost make it across the field and see the path Dustin must have been talking about.

"And where the HELL do you Think you're going? Skipping classes your first week? Yeah dad's gonna loooove this."

"Jason! You pea brained homo sapien, I have free period now. Because unlike you I can actualy read full sentences and I didn't need daddy to get me to save your ass from flunking out FIRST WEEK! So what I do on my free time is absolutely none of your business my dear cousin, and what's more keep sticking that nose of yours in stuff where it doesn't belong and daddy dearest will NOT see you graduate. Trust me on that one. Now run along like a good little boy and leave me the fuck alone." I glare at him and keep Walking

"Oh yeah" a little less cocky " why the hell you going in there for? Only freaks and losers go in there" he yells at me

" Well seeing as you've called me a looser since we were 8, I'd say it's the place for me then? So I'm just going to go join my peers, actually I'm meeting up with Eddie Munson. There will probably be some ritual sacrificing of a virgin goat, if he could find one. Don't wait for me..." I turn and leave him and his ghouls looking like they actually for real thought that was what I was doing. Morons

I start following the path Dustin mentioned, not that far in I come across a clearing with a table. Yes it has seen better days. As no one but me is here yet I decide to listen to some music and try to shake the irritation Jason stirred up in me. I look at the benches at the table and decide the table itself seems safest. I lay down on it looking up at the sky, some rays of sun falls on my face. This is heaven! So serene! After a while I start to feel annoyed, was this some kind of prank? But as i am enjoying being alone I think "fuck it, so what if it is I'll just rip him a new one some other day then" I like this place, it reminds me of my favourite spot in the park next to our home in London. I start feeling homesick. So I take out my Walkman and put my headphones on, I need to feel like I'm at home with dad. He just recently discovered this band called Metallica and he gave me a copy of their album "You're going to love this pet, and when you feel homesick over there just listen to this and think of me" He wasn't wrong I did love this album, and the song 'Master of puppets' had soon become my favourite. I lay there bobbing my foot to the beat.

"I'm so sorry sweetheart but I couldn't find any virgin goats anywhere. Rain check on the sacrificing? You good with just hanging out with me today?"

I flinch so hard my Walkman falls to the ground I just barely manage not to go with it. Eddie laughs, picks up my Walkman, puts the headphones to his ears and look absolutely gobsmacked.

"In a million years with a billion guesses this is the very last thing I thought I'd hear" he says and shoots me a smile that damn near kills me. "Now I'm even more impressed by you. You keep stacking points princess" He hands me my Walkman as I get down from the table to sit on the questionable bench instead.

"Thank you? Not sure what points you think I stacked and for the love of god don't call me princess...what am I 4 years old wearing a pink dress?" I say looking at him

"First point" he holds up a finger. "You didn't back down about the table"

"Second point" two fingers "Your dice that saved the game, which I will give back don't worry!"

"Third point" three fingers "I heard your exchange with the, what was it, pea brained homo sapien. Good one!"

"Fourth point" four fingers up and I'm staring at his fingers imagining them doing something totally different "The tiny ones like you...like A LOT"

"And now Metallica! You're doing good sweetheart" Five fingers up and I realise where my mind has wandered off to and I blush.

"Thanks, I guess. There are explanations to all of that" I ramble on just to keep myself from staring at him again. ".You we're just lucky I never leave home without my dice. Jason...well he knows he needs me and he knows his dad knows it and he's a twat that deserves whatever he gets. The tiny ones? I guess you mean Dustin and Mike, well I like them to...they were at least NICE to me from day one. And Metallica? Seriously I don't see how that's so surprising really. As for standing up to you? Well if you hadn't been a condescending ass that day we might have become friends by now" I shoot him a mischievous smile

"Ouch!" he puts his hands on his chest like I took a shot at his heart "A condescending ASS!? Really?"

"You basically told me to fuck off without so much as hinting at what I did wrong, more than sit down to have lunch at an empty table. Then you call me a lunatic bitch and compare me to Jason? Like, really?" I'm getting a bit annoyed now

"Ehm...yeah about that. I'm sorry. I overstepped when saying all those things. I could have handled that situation a thousand times better. Forgive me?" he asks as he holds out his hand for me to shake. I take his hand and lightning struck...or something. That feeling like electricity all through my body. Every hair on my body stood up, I feel my knees get weak and I know he could hear my gasp. At first all I could look at was his hand, but that began to feel stupid so I made myself look up at him. I meet his eyes and his pupils are dilated, his breathing is heavier and he looks flustered. What the hell was this? Did he feel it too?

"Well that was...intense" he says still holding my hand. He quickly sits down and OMG he blushes.

"Yeah...ehmm..it was. Am I right to think you felt something to? Please tell me you did, or am I going insane here?" I plead with him, I sit down opposite him. My breathing still not back to normal and a familiar heavy, sweet, pulsating sensation between my legs, so this is what really horny feels like? WHAT THE HELL WAS I THINKING!? I turn blood red

"Nope...no insanity I felt a whole bunch of something. Why'd you think I had to sit down so fast" He murmurs and blushes again. Then he looks up and gives me the sweetest smile, I'd be on my knees for this guy if I weren't sitting down...

"You...OH...ok...well...good then. And also but, you know not the same, but likewise" I say words failing me as I meet his intense stare.

We just end up sitting there staring into each others eyes, not speaking. Just smiling. This is something, something special forming. I see him extending his arm and putting his hand near mine on the table, as if he doesn't want to just take my hand he wants me to take his. I start to move my hand and then in an instant the moment is gone when we're interrupted by a girls voice

"Oh I'm sorry Eddie, I thought we'd be alone. You said to meet you here at 11:45"

I stare at Eddie, then at the girl, then back at Eddie. What the fuck?

"Oh god! I'm sorry, I didn't realise spending time with you was on a schedule and had some kind of queue system. I'll leave...god I'm stupid" I say and get up and start to run back towards the school.

"No...wait...Emma" is all I hear before I'm to far away, tears running down my face. "NO! I will not cry over a freak!" I tell myself and wipe my tears, take a deep breath and go on. It's not until I'm almost back at school I realise, that was Chrissy! Jason's cheerleader girlfriend. My my I wonder if he suspects anything Well good riddance, lucky I found out what kind of guy that was before doing something utterly stupid.

I hurry in to the cafeteria, get my lunch and then I stop. Do I keep sitting at the Hellfire table out of spite or do I move? Well to be fair, he did apologise and that part felt sincere so I guess I move, I did make a promise. I see Max at a table on the other side of the room, I go up to her.

"Hey Max, mind if I sit with you?"

"Oh hey Em, no I don't mind at all. I was hoping we would have a chance to hang out without the nerd squad" she laughs. I really like her! "So you got Eddie to break huh? Good job, didn't think anything would break that stubborn misfit. Heard all about your stand-off first day, sad I missed it but I was out sick. But anyone who can put that fool in his place is a star in my book" she doesn't sound like a fan...can't blame her any more.

"Something like that, wasn't easy getting him to cave but you know with a little female wit" I say and smirk all the while feeling like my insides are being torn apart. We sit there having a good time, we talk about being new in town and all that comes with that, Max moved here from California 2 years ago she tells me.

"Well would you look at that!? Seems you made some kind of impression at that table after all, they're all staring at you. Eddie freaking looks like he's about to cry" Max sounds so surprised I have to turn my head and look over at the Hellfire table. Everyone seated at tit is looking towards us, or more precisely they're looking at me...then they look at Eddie and back at me. I have to look at him even though every fibre in me wants to look away. Max is right? He does look sad "Hey maybe Chrissy left him too." I feel bitter

"I'm sorry Em, I have to run I have a project in history and we're meeting before class to brainstorm" Max has stood up and is about to leave. "See you at lunch tomorrow if we don't see each other anything more today?" she asks

"I'd love to" I say "Good luck with your project let me know if I can help I love history" I say. She leaves and I go for my trusty book and Walkman... FUCK! I forgot my Walkman in the woods...so it's either still on the bench or HE has it. I sigh...the book will have to do.

After lunch as I'm heading to Spanish Dustin and Mike Catch up to me in the corridor. "Hey Emma, what the hell did you do to Eddie?" Dustin says, I just look at him "you're gone from the table so I guess he apologised but he comes back looking like he's been crying not saying anything. I mean no one believes me when I say I swear I saw him tear up while looking at you." he continues.

"Yeah, he apologised so I left as I promised I would. Anything else is irrelevant, let's just say I have zero patience for guys trying to play with me." I say with an icy chill in my voice "Oh and Mike, get my dice back!" I leave them standing there looking confused.

I hear Mike say "I thought he was going to give them back? And something must have happened between them, did you see she looked as sad as him"

"Yeah I TOLD YOU! But she looks even more distraught" Dustin says thinking I couldn't hear them. I turn on the spot and go back to them.

"You guys suck at speaking discretely you know that right?Whatever Eddie did you can ask him about, I bet he'll gladly boast about it. And I am not distraught I am deeply disappointed. Now leave it!"

"Sorry Em"

"Yeah sorry" both guys look ashamed and turn to get to their own class. I straighten myself and head back towards my classroom.

Earlier in the Woods - or Eddies pov

"Chrissy what the hell?" Eddie feels the panic coming. It was so close a few more seconds and he would have gotten to hold that hand again. He was just inches from it. He could still feel her skin on the palm of his hand. And then Chrissy shows up saying he asked her to meet him here and oh god no...Emma must think he's some damn don Juan meeting all these girls out here to hit on them.

"Well you told me to come at 11:45 if I needed something. So I came at 11:45, I need something to calm me down Eddie. I'm having nightmares and it's making me nervous and jumpy, not good for a cheerleader." She looks puzzled as Eddie isn't paying her any attention but just keeps looking after the girl who ran back through the woods.

"Yeah I know what time I said" He had totally forgotten the second he saw Emma on the table "but you saw I was with someone, didn't occur to you to wait?" he mutters at her.

"Oh sorry... that was Jason's cousin right? She's very pretty and so smart! But I didn't think a good girl like her did drugs" Chrissy says confused, assuming no one would be out in the woods with Eddie Munson if they were not out to score drugs.

"You're a good girl...you do drugs" he says with a tired tone in his voice. "She wasn't buying drugs, we were just hanging out. Seems we have some stuff in common" he admits, sighing and looking back into the woods where she disappeared. What was this pain inside?

"Oh...well either won't sit well with Jason or his father...the drugs or you" Chrissy says.

"And that is why you're not going to mention it right?" Eddie looks at her with a dark look

"Of course not" she understands the look. Mention this and her buying drugs from the town freak goes public. They make the deal and Chrissy leaves. Eddie gets stuck just sitting there thinking, what is he going to do to fix this? He needs to fix this, he needs to get to touch her again. As he gets up to go back for lunch he sees her Walkman on the bench, he picks it up and puts it in his pocket with the small velvet bag he never got the chance to give her. Now she'll at least have to look at him again, maybe even listen to him.

When he comes in to the cafeteria and sees his table he notices your absence right away, you did good on your promise at least. He looks around to see where you've gone to sit instead. He sees you on the other side of the room sitting with Max, oh great he's not going to come out on top now. He sees that you two get along well, laughing and talking. That pain is back, that burning pain in his body. What is this? He feels like crying for fucks sake, Eddie Munson does NOT cry!?

"What the hell man? You really caved? She's gone" Gareth sounds disappointed in him. He can feel Dustin staring at him, paying very close attention to his eyes. He feels a tear falling down, landing on his cheek. Dustin raises an eyebrow at him. He wipes it off mumbling something about crap in his eye, very irritating. And no he did not Cave, he took one for the team. Now Hellfire got their privacy back. They all look over at her, idiots! Max says something and Emma turns towards them. As their eyes meet he has to muster all the strength he has not to run over there, get down on his knees and beg for her to listen to him. She's so beautiful, and he is such a fucking moron!

Fuck this! He's stronger than this? Isn't he THE Eddie Munson? It's just some chick, he's had loads! But no touch from any girl ever had felt as good as that handshake. That high right there was better than weed...and that was saying something.

Chapter 6 – Explanations and orgasms

As school ends for the day I head out to the parking lot. As I suspected Jason's car is nowhere to be seen, I hurt his fragile ego earlier now I walk home. Fine, I guess he'll be failing the next test he has.

I start walking when a run down crappy looking van rolls up beside me. It's god damn Eddie Munson. I keep walking

"Emma please, can I drive you home? I really need to talk to you, I need to explain. Please" I stop and look at him, his brown eyes look so sad.

"What's there to say" I ask him

"Please"

I sigh and nod at him. I get in the van. It smells like cigarettes, weed and him. My stomach does a flip and I can feel that electricity again.

"Ok, so talk" I try to sound neutral even if my entire body is in an uproar right now being close to him again.

He starts to drive in towards town.

"I am so incredible sorry that Chrissy showed up like that. I did ask her to come at that time but not for the reason I think you think. I mean yeah she's pretty but I've met rocks with more personality and more brains." he sighs " I sell drugs on the side to help my uncle pay the bills" with a voice that almost breaks

I look over at him, is he for real? I study his face, he seems completely honest. But drugs?

"So you mean to tell me that Chrissy, my cousins perky good girl cheerleader girlfriend buys drugs? From you? In the woods?" This sounds so wrong

"Yes" the answer is short and to the point.

"So we're not in The Eddie Munson experience queue?" I ask him

He gives a small chuckle "The Eddie Munson experience, that's a new one. No there's no queue, no schedule to see me. You're the first girl in quite some time I thought might actually be interested in me, not for the drugs or the bad boy thing but for ME." He pulls the car over in a parking lot so he can turn to me. "I truly am SO sorry Emma, more than I think you understand. That handshake, I can still feel your hand in mine, your skin against mine. Your eyes, your lips, your smile hell everything about you has me caught. You got under my skin that first day when you stood up to me and wouldn't budge an inch. You got in my pants when you stood up and took that bow and I could see down your shirt" he realises what he said and turn blood red (adorable) he quickly continues " Now I can't get you out of my system. Today in the woods I think we had a moment right? That wasn't just wishful thinking on my part? I was so happy that I forgot I had made an appointment with someone wanting to buy drugs. I fucked that up so bad Emma. My insides have been feeling like they're being ripped apart all afternoon ever since I saw how sad you looked at lunch. I never ever wanted to hurt you. Please Emma...forgive me? We don't need to be anything but friends ever, but please be my friend."

I look at him... I have no idea what got in to me but next thing I know, instead of saying anything, I grab the collar of his jacket and drag him close and kiss him! At first he tense up and I begin to regret this feeling like a bit of a fool. I begin to pull away from him when his hands grab my face and he stares into my soul it feels like. Then he kisses me back! OMG this is not ending at a handshake that's for sure. The kisses deepen, we just sit there kissing, his hands on my face for what feels like hours. I never want it to end. He's amazing! Absolutely unreal and he smells sooo good! His hand moves and he puts one thumb on my lip, dragging across it and then he whispers in my ear with a voice that shook me to my core

"If this is all you're comfortable doing I understand but I just need to you to know...I want you so fucking bad right now! I want to taste every inch of you and feel you on me..."

One hand has moved from my head, down my arm, softly brushed against my breast and continued down to my legs. He slides in between them and squeezes my inner thigh.

"I know what I want to do but you set the pace here sweetheart" he sounds slightly out of breath, his face is flushed and his eyes are dark and fiery. I melt!

I look over my shoulder into the darkness of the van "What's back there?" I ask. I get a smile from Eddie as he locks the doors of the van, stands up and climbs the seats and reaches his hand out for me to come with him. In the back there's some magazines, some books and conveniently enough a big mattress and some pillows.

"Take a lot of girls back here?" I ask with a teasing wink

"First you turn me on like no other then you proceed to insult me? Weird way of doing things sweetheart!" He must have noticed the panic in my eyes "Don't worry I was only kidding, but for real, no girls back here. This is my home away from home, my safe place."

"I'm sorry Eddie, it just slipped out I meant nothing by it. This is a great home away from home" I smile at him, motion at the mattress "mind if I make myself comfortable?"

"I do not mind one bit...mind if I join you? " the last part sound like a growl and I feel a shiver down my spine. I smile and take his hand. We lay down and just embrace, just this small thin looking at him is beyond words. Why was I ever hell-bent on disliking this guy? I could have done this sooner

"Before anything happens Emma are you sure?" Eddies voice is so soft, ever the gentleman... I'm gonna need to get him out of that I think to myself and smile.

"I'm going to be real with you, you're not my first so you won't hurt me if that's what you're worried about. I've wanted this pretty much since I first looked up at you at that table first lunch. You were so god damn sexy standing there looking at me with those eyes of yours...they're mesmerizing you know that right? Those eyes could make me do anything" I say getting a very sexy smile in return. I am suddenly very aware of Eddies strong hands one on my neck and one at he very base of my beck almost on my ass. As i lean in for a kiss the hand that's on my back makes the final move and lands on my ass gripping it hard and pulling me closer still. I can now feel every inch of his body against mine, no denying I'm having all sorts of effect on him as well.

I make him get on his back so I end up laying on him one leg on each side. I sit up and start slowly moving my hips not breaking eye contact for a second. This is one of those lucky days I decided to wear a skirt, I can feel him under me pressing against my pussy. Eddies hands, both now on my hips, move under my skirt and grab my ass, skin against skin. I move, grinding on his bulging jeans, while I start to take of my top and bra. I'm so wet by now I'm sure I've soaked the front of his jeans. Eddie is just watching me, both hands massaging my ass. When he suddenly grabs my waist instead and flips me over so he's now kneeling between my legs. He bends over me and with a purring voice says

"Now sweetheart it's my turn" I let out a moan, this is too much. This pleases him I can tell by the smile. He stands up, starts to take of his jacket, pulls his Hellfire shirt over his head. This guy IS perfection! He has the sexiest chest I've seen ever, and a happy trail to die for... I can't help myself I actually lick my lips. He let's out a small laugh

data-p-id=570a35fe34e30d2f55cab45640296b20,"You look like you're seeing a big candy bar sweetheart...you going to devour me?" I can do nothing but nod, my brain is to busy to form words. "Good I want you to" he begins to undo his belt, but he stops abruptly I can't stop a small "awww" from escaping my lips, he laughs a purring laugh and says

"Oh don't worry babe, you'll see him. I just thought you might wanna do the honours?" I sit up straight! YES...yes I would very much so! I grab a hold of his belt and pull him closer. I continue where he left off, undoing his belt. I look up at him and say

"You sure about this? From now there's no going back?" I have my fingers on the button of his jeans, no words escape him just a nod. I sit up on my knees so I'll get a better position. I pop the button on his jeans and I hear a gasp and a growl as he lets the air out. I pull the zipper down and grab the jeans and the boxers and slowly start pulling them down, all the time letting my tongue play in his happy trail, lower and lower. I am going agonizingly slow, I want to savour this. I stop and I say in a husky voice

"Would you please do the last little bit? I want to watch you reveal yourself to me"

He grins at me and puts his thumbs on either side of his boxers and pulls them down for me...ALMOST all the way, he stops winks at me and then starts to take off his fucking shoes and socks. GOD DAMN tease of a man,,,I love it! Now he's standing there towering over me wearing only boxers that are barely on any more, he grabs his rock hard erection through the fabric and starts playing with it in a very sexy way as he says

"Well now you're overdressed love, can you please do something about that for me?" I nod, can't take my eye of his hand and what's hiding there under just a thin layer of cloth I stand up and turn my back to him, bending down to remove my shoes and socks, knowing full well this is giving him a show. I stay bent for a Little while moving my hips and tracing my hands up the back of my thighs, all the way up under my skirt. I grab my panties and slide them off very very slow as my pussy is revealed I hear a slow moan come from the man behind me. I straighten up and take a step back so my ass now presses against his cock. He's apparently taken off his boxers now because I can feel the full length and size of him. I start rubbing against him , he puts his hands around my waist and I take his hands and place them on the waist of my skirt. He fumbles a little with the zipper, his hands are shaking. But finally I step out of my skirt and we are both naked, Eddie Begins kissing my neck as one of his hands find my breasts and one hand slowly inching it's way down my stomach. He places his hand on my mound and just slowly starts playing with the curls, teasing me to insanity, then one finger slider in between the folds and hit my clit full on... I think I scream from the jolt sent through my body. He breathes in my ear

"Oh good girl, don't hold it in I wanna hear you enjoy me in every way" I moan as he starts moving his fingers past my clit and deeper into the folds "God you're wet sweetheart, is this all for me?" he purrs in my ear. I'm a goner... there are no thoughts now only senses. He lets one finger slide in and press against the inside of my pussy, then his thumb starts circling my clit. He puts another finger in me and I can feel his hips start to move as he strokes his rock hard cock up and down between the cheeks of my ass. I feel the tension building, I'm going to come on his fingers. But seems like he has other plans, just as I'm almost at that sweet spot where orgasm takes over he pulls his fingers out and remove his hand, I let out a "noooo"

"Oh babe I want you to come, I just wanna taste you when you do" I hear in my ear. He turns me around, kisses me deeply and motions for me to lie down again, he needn't ask me twice! I now get to see him in all his glory as well an believe me when I say he's one impressive specimen. Long but not intimidatingly so, but thick, so many veins and just soooo perfect. Rock hard with a drop of pre cum glistening at the tip.

"You're the sexiest god damn god I've ever seen all that for me?" I smile at him not being able to take my eyes of his member. He smiles and nods at me

"All for you darling, all for you to do whatever you please with AFTER I've tasted you!" He kneels between my legs, starting to place small kisses on my knees, then slowly laying down all the while placing kisses up my thighs. He's finally where he's supposed to be and he kisses the curls on my mound softly before plunging his tongue in between my folds. I moan loudly and grab his hair! This is just too good!!! He lets out small moans and growling noises as he works my clit with his mouth, every sound sending vibrations through my entire body. I feel the tension again and this time stronger, my breathing is faster and Eddie can tell I'm Close. he puts two fingers inside me and starts scissoring them, working my clit alternating between sucking it and working it with his tongue. "C'mon babe come for me...come on me...let it all go you taste so fucking good" the sounds and the vibrations they make on my clit send me over the edge. I scream his name as the orgasm rolls over me like crashing waves "Oh fuuuuuck Eddie...fuck"

"Fuck yeah that's my good girl you're so fucking sexy and I love to hear you scream my name it's like my name was made for you" he slides up my body so his weight is pressing me down, he kisses me and I taste myself on his lips. I do taste good

"But now my sweet I think it's time for you to come again...but on another part of me" he smiles and I make him flip us over so I can get on top. I slowly sink down on him so his cock slides in perfectly between my folds, but not in...yet. I move my hips back and forth covering the length of him with my juices, slowly teasing him with my wet pussy.

"Oh god babe, can I come in now...please... I need to feel you around me" his voice is desperate and coarse.

I shake my head, standing up on my knees fixating him with my eyes "No hun, I still haven't tasted you...and I would like to very much, Think you can wait so I can get a little mouthful first?"

He gasps, moans and then just eagerly nods his head. Lifting his pelvic area somewhat so his dick flexes for me. I crawl down into a better position and I take him in my hand feeling the soft skin and the warmth of him. I purr and I can hear him under his breath

"Oh my fucking god you're perfect how did I get so lucky" I smile as I lower my lips towards his tip. I place a small kiss on it then I open my mouth and let him in. He's big but I love it, I start moving my head up and down, slowly inching him in deeper for every downstroke. He's in his own world now, moaning and moving his hips. I begin working the root of him with my hand as I just can't take all of him in. The sounds he's making is telling me I'm doing good. Suddenly he jerks free of both mouth and hand and sits up.

"If you wanna feel this inside of you you'd better stop that amazing mouth of yours" he kisses me deeply and whispers "How do you want me sweetheart I'm all yours"

I sit up and straddle his lap "Protection?" I ask "Of course" he says and reaches for his jacket and takes out a condom. I get off his lap momentarily as he puts the condom on. "Would you please get back in my lap I really liked that" he purrs at me with burning eyes. I crawl back and sit on his lap, as I put one leg on either side of him he grabs my ass and kisses my breasts hungrily. I slowly sit down, he's let go of my ass with one hand and is using that to guide his cock in to me. As I sit down on him and feel him fill me up completely I think I died and went to heaven! He was meant to be mine, like a key in a lock perfect match. I mean and I hear a deep grumble from him as he presses his head against my tits. We sit still for a second before I slowly start to move up and down in his lap.

"You're so fucking perfect, how are you so fucking perfect? Fuuuck you feel so good around me" he says with so much emotion. After that all that's heard are our combined breathing, heavy and intense and the splashing noises every time he rams his cock in to my wet pussy. All of a sudden he flips me over so I land on my back

"I want to see you, really SEE you when I make you come again all over my cock" his gaze penetrates me just as good as his cock. He places himself between my legs and slowly put the tip in and tease me with it for a second. Then he pushes in, I feel like my pussy is sucking him in on her own, can't imagine whet this must feel like for him. He lets out a groan "Jesus Christ woman how are you this amazing?!" He fucks me with long slow strokes at first using his thumb to play with my clit, but as I begin to feel my orgasm coming i beg him to fuck me faster he is a very good boy and does as he's told. As I feel myself letting go and coming I think I scream his name SO loud I bet all of Hawkins hears me. this sends Eddie over the edge too and I hear a roar and I can feel him pulsating in me as he empties himself. We lay there for a while just catching our breath.

"Do you know how god damn amazing you are at this?" I hear him whisper against my neck

"Well if it felt anything as good for you as it did for me we're a match made in heaven" I laugh.

Eddie laughs to and kisses me and says "True! We're lucky as hell you and I" then he looks at his Watch that's on the floor next to us

"But I do think sweetheart that I might have to get you home before they call the cops. We've been at this for almost 3 hours"

"WHAT!! Omg... yes I know this sounds bad but get me home...now. Damn I don't even have a good excuse being home this late"

"Sure you do, you got put in a Project with the Town freak and everyone knows I'm not good with keeping time. I was late and you had to wait for me, you yelled at me and then we had work to do. I'm fine being used by you" he winks at me

We laugh at this and get up and get dressed. We talk on the drive to the Carvers house, we decide that for the time being we're not going to out our new relationship. Our mutual friends will probably be happy for us but I don't need the Carver's attitude just yet. We'll be friendly at school and steaming out of school.

"I have an idea" Eddie says "what if tomorrow at school I tell the rest of Hellfire I had a good talk with you and we've made peace. As we're one guy short now that Sinclair's been taken by the dark side we need another member. I will suggest you. Then I will come up to you and Max and cordially invite you both to join us, I get you don't want to leave her hanging now. She's not going to be interested in playing but she's cool"

I lean over and kiss his cheek "I love that idea, lunchtime it is then"

We arrive at the Carver's, I can see a figure spying from behind a curtain in the living room, my aunt. I look at Eddie and I whisper "I mean nothing by this" give him a wink and a smile then I open the door of the van and raise my voice.

"Well Munson! I actually take school seriously try this crap again and I will beat your ass! Thank you for the ride but for next time...buy yourself a god damn Watch! Good bye!" and I slam the door and walk at a fast pace up the driveway. Eddie has his window down and I can hear him chuckle as I leave. He drives off and I go inside.

"Where have you been young lady? And was that the Munson boy driving you home? He is dangerous!" my aunts high pitched voice borders on hysterical.

"Hello auntie, I've been at school. Yes that was the Munson boy as you call him. I have a Project to do with him for English. I've spent half of the night waiting for him in the library and almost all of the other half scolding him for being late and lazy. Then I made him drive me home, and he is about as dangerous as a newborn kitten." I say, she looks at me sighs, relaxes and says

"Well good you told him off! That boy is trouble. Dinner is on the stove I'll heat it up for you dear"

"Thank you, where is uncle and Jason by the way?" Not that I care or mind that they aren't at home at this particular moment.

"Oh they're off meeting some scouts for college basketball. We have such high hopes for Jason he's so talented don't you agree? How is he doing in his classes? Is he minding your advice dear?"

"Well, I try to get him to come meet me for studies every day but there always seems to be something he rather be doing instead, and he is very rude to me when amongst his friends." I say and frown like I am very concerned about this. Thinking can he be an ass so can I.

"Oh well..you know how boys can be" she says with a small insecure giggle. Oh hell no!

"Yes I know how boys can be, but he is no boy any more is he? He is a young man, and he needs to start acting like one or he might find that his cousin would rather concentrate her time on her own studies. I will tell you this once, I will NOT be catching any of his slack, if he doesn't do his assignments or his homework I will not do them for him. If he keeps disrespecting me when I have done absolutely nothing to deserve such insolence you might find that it is fully possible to FAIL classes no matter how smart your tutor is..." I stare her down

"Yes...eh,... I will speak to your uncle and he can have a chat with Jason"

I get my dinner, eat it then I go up to my room and finish my homework. I get distracted by thoughts of this afternoon all the time and decide a long hot shower is what I need. When I step out of the shower and come back in to my room Jason is sitting on my bed.

"What the hell Emma!? Why would you say that crap to my mother?" He's all worked up and angry...aww poor boy...

"Well Jason, your father brought me here for one reason and one reason only. To get you to graduate high school. Not to be your friend, not to be your personal fan club OR to do your work for you. I don't like you, and I know you don't like me. But be a little bitch again like you were today and you will be further away from graduating than you were all on your own. I will ruin you" I say and stare him down like I did his mother.

"Yeah, like you could do that. I own that school! AND I saw you going in to the woods to find Eddie Munson today...remember What were you doing? Buying drugs? Don't think father will like that" He smiles like he thinks he's got me cornered now.

"Really? Eddie Munson is your big concern? I needed to find him to tell him just about the same thing I tell you Show up when I say, do the assignment I tell you and shut the fuck up. Oh and as far as you 'owning' the school, ownership is tricky it's so easy to lose. So take my advise and man the fuck up stop being a bullying kid" It just now occurs to me I am standing here wearing nothing but a short towel draped around me "and what's more keep this shit up and I will give uncle a very believable sob story about you spying on me when I get out of the shower so i don't feel safe here any more and I need to go back home" I give him a menacingly sweet smile

"Bitch you wouldn't" he stares at me but I can tell he is not so confident any more. He gets up from my bed and storms off slamming the door behind him. Oh well seems I'll be Walking to school from now on. Then I remember that Mike said he lives just up the road from here. I pick up the phone and I call the Wheeler house, praying it's not to late to talk to Mike.

"This is the Wheeler residence, Karen speaking"

"Hello Mrs Wheeler, my name is Emma Hartwell I am Mr Carver's niece. I am so sorry to be calling this late but I really need to speak to Mike if that is possible" i bring out my very polite British side always works wonders.

"Oh hello Emma, heard so many nice things about you from Mike and Dustin. I think he is still up let me see" she puts the phone down but I can still hear her yell "MIKE! PHONE!"

A few seconds later I hear Mikes voice

"Hello?"

"Hey Mike it's Em, can I catch a ride tomorrow? I kinda had a fight with Jason so I can't go with him to school or more I won't even if they paid me"

"Oh hey, yeah I guess. We can catch a ride with Nancy when she leaves around 7:30 ok?"

"Perfect! Thanks, see you tomorrow" We hang up and I crawl into bed. I am exhausted from all the things that's happened just during this one day. I fall asleep almost in an instant dreaming of Eddie.

Chapter 7 – Feelings

The next morning when I get down for breakfast Jason and his father are already at the table. I sit down and say a polite good morning. My uncle grunts behind his newspaper and Jason just scowls at me.

"So Jason, I suppose you didn't have any problems with your homework last night? You had no questions?" I ask and smile at him.

"Nah it was ok, no problem" he mutters at me

" Great, I Think we ought to study for your history exam at 4 today" I say

"4? But I have practice until 3:30 then I..."

"JASON! You heard her...study 4 o'clock. Maybe you can study at the library? That way Jason can go straight from practice without having to leave that early?" my uncle looks at me

"That works out just fine, I need to finish up some other projects for other classes before so I'll be in the library anyway at that time." I smile at my uncle, he looks pleased.

"See you at 4 then Jason" i say as I get up from the table and collect my things.

"I'm not leaving yet" he says with a grumpy tone

"I know, you eat and get your strength. I'm going with Mike and Nancy Wheeler. I needed to get to school a bit early today and I didn't want to bother you" I say and smile at my aunt saying goodbye before I leave.

"Oh how very considerate of you Emma, wasn't that nice Jason?" she beams at me and Jason sulks just muttering something in response

I go out and I don't have to wait long before a car pulls over and I see Mikes smiling face. I like his sister Nancy she is a very pretty very friendly girl. We talk all the way to school. We get there I thank Nancy for the ride and me and Mike start Walking in.

"So you and Eddie?" he says out of the blue

"Eh what? What do you mean? Me...and Eddie?" I am sure I'm blood red in the face

"Yeah did you solve the whole table situation? Are you coming back to sit with us?"

"Oh, well I think we solved what there was to solve but I'm not sure that I'm welcome to join you just on those terms alone. I would however like to, i miss listening to you guys talk about DnD, I miss playing" I say and smile at him

"Well I think that if me and Dustin lean on Eddie a bit he might reconsider, and the rest of the guys are so curious about you being a gm that they'll let you sit anywhere as long as you tell them more about how you run your campaigns" he says as we enter the building.

"Well then we'll see if I can make a return then" we part and go to our lockers. I open mine and again a small piece of paper falls out

"Well I must say that shirt is all sorts of sexy! You look smokin' hot in it and I love the jeans...nice ass! -E"

I spin around, how did I miss Eddie? He must have been watching me from somewhere if he could comment on my shirt and my ass. I feel myself blushing, this guy will be the Death of me. I take the piece of paper and I put it my bad. I get my books and head for the classroom. As I enter I see that Eddie is sitting there in his seat at the back window. I go and take a seat next to him

"Hello Eddie, how are you doing today?"

"Oh hey Emma, I'm fine as Always. Had a really good afternoon yesterday you see" a cheeky smile plays over his lips

"Good for you Munson, me I got interrogated as I arrived home late. You see I was trying to achieve some pleasurable results in some extracurricular activities and they ran a bit late." I smile at him

"Oh dear, well I hope it wasn't to bad. So did you achieve the desired results then?"

" I did get some VERY good results, I am as pleased with those results as you seem to be with your afternoon. The interrogation didn't last long and came out in my favour. But not for Jason" I end in a hushed voice

Eddie chuckles quietly and whispers "So he tried to get you?"

"Yeah but I just pointed out that lack of respect causes failure at school. Uncle then agreed that what I did when I had my free time was none of their concern as long as I did what I came here to to. Get the moron through school oh yeah and you're a kitten" I say and giggle at Eddie's expression

"You'll have to explain that one later but I will be anything you want me to be sweetheart. If you want me to purr then make me" he whispers and I feel his hand pressing on my thigh for a split second.

Jason and his band of misfits enter the classroom. Jason sees me and Eddie at the back and raises his voice

"Hey Munson! You're lucky my cousin is such a nice person and doesn't mind helping drug dealing freaks who likes whores. Who were you doing your worst with at lover's lake yesterday? Maybe that's why you had to wait for him Emma? He was busy impregnating some blonde bimbo" They all laugh at Jason's "joke" and in the corner of my eye I see Eddies hands turn in to tight fists. I look at him and as subtle as I can I shake my head at him and mouth "Don't, please" He relaxes his jaw and his hands and looks at me with sad eyes. It's then I realise he wasn't going to go for Jason for himself he was going to go at him to protect me, I feel my eyes tear up and I scribble on a small piece of paper

"Eddie! Thanks for that, but I am ok. I will gladly be your bimbo anytime you want me <3 Em"

I slip the note over to him when everyone else is looking at the teacher. I see him read it and he blushes and a big smile comes to his face. Without looking at me he nods.

As lunch rolls around I go to the cafeteria and I find Max, I update her on my altercation with Jason and also that I sort of made friends with Eddie. She frowns and says

"But why? He's so arrogant..."

"I actually have quite a lot in common with him. He's not to bad if you give him a chance, and I mean he does think you're cool" I look at her and nod

"He does? Ok...wonder why we've hardly spoken" she sounds confused

We notice someone making their way over towards our table.

"Hello lovely ladies, I must say you look absolutely amazing today" Eddies smile could light up a dark room

"Why is he being creepy?" Max frowns

"Well hello to you to Maxine. We, the Hellfire Club, would like to extend an invitation for the two of you to join us at our table whenever you feel like it. We have noticed our lunches becoming dark and boring without you there Emma." he takes a bow and smiles again

"My, my pretty big words coming from someone who loudly called her a bitch no more than 2 weeks ago" Max crosses her arms on her chest and looks at Eddie with a judging stare.

He has the common decency to blush, then he turns around and leaves us.

"C'mon Max water under the bridge he did apologize for that and we've talked it out. I miss Mike and Dustin and I am a nerd I really want to listen to them talk about DnD. But I don't want to leave you here, please join me?" I smile a sweet smile at her

Max sighs "Ooook I'll go with you, but only for the pleasure of making fun of the nerds...and you Munson! Talk bad about her again and I will show you not all things are sunny in California..."

Eddie looks at her straightens his back and salutes her "Aye captain!" he says and motions for us to join him. At the Hellfire table we're greeted by a very happy Mike and Dustin, and a reserved but friendly rest of the club.

"So miss, what do you call yourself, Jade Shadow?" Eddies tone is very neutral but his gaze is not

"I am Jade the Unholy" I say and bow my head

"So Jade the Unholy, we the warriors in your Company have a big Campaign lined up for this evening but I have just been informed that one of our own had been taken by the dark side and will not be joinig us"

"Oh GOD you're nerds! I'm gonna go do homework...see you tomorrow Emma" Max huffs and rolls her eyes

I laugh at her and wave

"As I was about to say, would you join us on our quest this evening?" Eddie finishes his speech.

"So what you're saying is that Lucas can't make it and you need a sub?"

"Yeah he has this big game tonight apparently, last minute addition from the coach" Dustin says "he just told us now before lunch"

"Big game huh? I'm supposed to tutor Jason at 4...guess he must have forgotten to tell me about this big game today. Give me 10" I say and I get up and run out in to the corridor and up to the payphone. I dial my uncles office and wait for his tired secretary to answer "Yes Mr Carver's office how may I help you?"

As politely as I can I ask to speak to my uncle. I wait a moment and then I hear him

"Yes Emma?"

"Hello uncle, I needed to check something with you as I am a bit confused. When we decided that I was meeting Jason for studies in the library today at 4 he never mentioned a big game he had today as well. Did we get our signals crossed or is this a recent change?"

"Yes, the coach called me to let me know Hawkins High had been challenged to a game by another local school. And seeing that our boys need all the practice they can get for the championship the coach accepted. He called all parents informing them that the team will be going by bus to the opposing school at 3 today so no one thinks they're kid is missing. So you can do whatever you please with your afternoon, me and your aunt will leave to watch the game. Can you make dinner for yourself or should I have your aunt make you something before we leave?" Wow this was odd behaviour, maybe I planted some thoughts yesterday in all the Carver males?

"Thank you uncle but that won't be necessary I am invited to a friends house that is why I wanted to be sure about this so there would be no misunderstandings. Have a good day and enjoy the game" I say and hang up. Great DnD it is all evening and hopefully some Eddie as well I think to myself and I feel my pussy getting wet just by the thought of being near him. He's hexed me or something

"Yeah guys you have your 6th, Jason doesn't need his diapers changed today so I'm off duty" this is met with cheers even from the guys who don't really know me.

"Awesome! Going to be interesting to see if you Brits play differently from us" Eddie smirks at me "But unfortunately I can not grant you the title of DM, you don't know my campaign. So can you play as well not just narrate?" he taunts me now I can see it

"Oh well I have been known to slay on my mage as well, so do your worst Munson, you'll find I am quite skilled with a staff" I lock eyes with him and he becomes flustered.

"Oh...well great then no problem then" he can't look at me and I smile. The others seem totally oblivious to the exchange being anything but about DnD. We talk about all sorts of things now that the 6th member problem is sorted. I am told to be outside the school at 6. That gives me time to get some food and a change of clothes perhaps even a shower. As lunch is about to end Eddie turns to me "Well Emma, seeing as you're unfamiliar with our play style maybe I should catch you up, say 5? Then I can go over the team and such and we won't have to take that out of actual game time" he gives me a smouldering look telling me that there isn't going to be any talking during that hour.

"Sure, sounds like a good plan Eddie. Will you pick me up or should I get in to town?"

"I'll pick you up at 4:15 at your house" he says.

Can't believe how slow the rest of the day is. When I finally get to leave it's 2:45, I see Mike leaving and I run up to him. "Hey do you have a ride home today?"

"Yeah, wanna come along?"

"Yes please no one's home at my place and I don't want to walk when I have a time I need to be ready for, too stressful" I say.

I'm home at 3:00, thank god for Nancy Wheeler and her fondness for speed. I tell Mike I'll see him later and I run in, my aunt had prepared dinner even though I told my uncle she needn't do that. But to be fair I am thankful now, I eat then I hit the shower. I choose my outfit with a naughty ulterior motive. The time is 4:10 so I grab my little velvet pouch, maybe they hadn't found their dice yet and I would feel more at home playing with mine. I grab my bad and head out the door just as Eddies van stops at the end of the driveway.

"Well if it isn't the hottest damn staff wielding mage in town" Eddie smiles at me as I get in

"Well hello to you to, you look pretty damn hot yourself" I lean over and kiss him.

"Wow" Eddies eyes sparkle and he shifts in his seat. "That was enough to awaken the beast, what the hell kind of spell power do you have girl?"

"It's a mage thing" I say and give him a mischievous smile "wanna know a secret?"

"Always!" he says

"I'm not wearing any underwear tonight" I say with a slow sexy voice

We damn near hit a tree as Eddie looses his cool and the car almost swerves off the road.

"You what?! Why would you tell me that while I'm driving? How do you think I'm going to get through the game now? I'm going to be preoccupied with the thought of you almost naked next to me....ooooh you wanna distract me and take over... You minx!" he regains control of the car and smiles at me "But like really? You really don't have underwear under that?" he shoots me a curious look

"Guess you'll have to find that out for yourself there Munson" I feel my pussy's getting wet just by having this conversation with him. The look he gives me send tingles all through my body culminating around my clit almost making me come right there on the spot.

He makes a sharp turn onto a small dirt road leading in to the woods. A small distance in from the road he hits the breaks and we come to a stop. He shuts the car off and pulls his seat as far back as it'll go, pats his lap and says

"Well let's check it then shall we?" I am not slow to jump to the opportunity. I put one leg on either side of him and take a seat on his lap feeling that I indeed awoken the beast as he put it, he is hard as rock already! Eddies hands wander up my body and in under my top "ooooh no bra at least...good girl" he murmurs and I feel his cock twitching to be set free.

"Let me help you with this, it seems awfully uncomfortable" I say as I reach down and unzip his jeans. I reach in and grab his cock proceeding to set it free and begin stroking it slowly. Eddie moans and grabs me by my neck, pulls me closer and starts kissing me with a feverish intensity. His other hand is unzipping my pants and as he reaches in he growls

"Oh god you weren't lying...good thing you're not wearing a skirt or I'd have to cancel Hellfire tonight so no one could see you...this is mine" his voice is coarse. His fingers have started circling my clit and I feel my head getting Dizzy

"Yes Eddie...all yours" is all I can get out. He pulls his hand out and whispers

"Would you be a good girl and take those pants off so I can get you off..." I almost fucking self combust this guy isn't real! I stand up and shimmy out of my pants.

"I need you in me Munson...like NOW!" I say and he just stares at me a second, raises his hips, pulls his pants down take out a condom and puts it on

"Take a seat babe" I straddle him again and sit down he slides in with ease and we both moan in chorus. The pace is hard and fast from the start, like we're starving for each other. Eddie's thumb finds my clit and starts working it. It doesn't take long for me to feel the orgasm taking over my every sense

"Yeah baby come for me...good girl" Eddie purrs at me and I release and feel myself squeezing his cock so hard as I scream out his name "fuuuuuck Eddie...soooo good it feels sooo good" he growls and I feel him push in hard a couple of more times before he also comes with a coarse "AAAAHHHH FUUUUCK" then all is calm as we just sit there breathing heavily in complete bliss, my head on his shoulder breathing in his scent.

"How are you even real?" I hear him softly say into my ear "how can someone so perfect wanna be with me?" He sounds so full of emotion, like he's about to cry. I look up at him and I see his eyes are filled with tears. I lean in and kiss him softly

"Eddie Munson now you listen to me. You're worth every good thing in this world because you're amazing. Yeah you're a bit strange and maybe you are a freak but that is why I like you so much. You're not like everyone else and that makes you perfect to me. The only thing I regret about this you know what that is?" I look at him and he shakes his head "It's that we didn't start this day one, we had to have a cockfight first" I say and kiss him

His tears are streaming down his face now

"I've always been 'the freak' that no one wants to be around, all I've ever had is Hellfire. I haven't graduated not because I'm dumb, I haven't graduated because I'd be all alone without those guys. When I saw you that first day I wanted you. You we're like some angel sent only for me, so much attitude and sooo sexy. I never in a million years thought you'd go for me though" he smiles shyly at me.

"Eddie... I wanted you from that moment too you know, I've told you this. Too bad we had to be stubborn. Imagine how much more of this we would have been able to do if we hadn't been. And you know what, this might be too soon but I'd still like you to know. I think I'm falling in love with you" I whisper in his ear. I hear him gasp and he squeezes my thighs with his hands. I hear him sob now and I think I've made a huge mistake

"No one's ever loved anything about me, I'm not going to pretend to be some chaste good guy I've had my share but not one has ever had any feelings for me other that they've been happy I provide them with drugs and occasional sex" he looks ashamed when he realises what he said. "sorry...that was bad timing... I love that you're falling in love with me. For me that happened that day in the woods I knew the second I put those headphones on and heard Metallica that I was yours forever even if I'd have to pine for you as a friend"

Now it's my turn to get teary eyed. I wrap my arms around him as tight as I can sitting like this in a car seat. "Yours...I am yours" I say into his ear. "But not to ruin the moment love but I Think we need to pull ourselves together and get to the game Before the other's show up and start wondering where we are. I kiss him on the forehead, then deeply on the lips. I get off his knee and start to get dressed again. He smiles at me and does the same.

"Yeah I guess you're right. What are we going to say if someone's already there?"

"We use me as an excuse this time, I'll just say you had to wait for me because my parent called and I had to talk to them, you know time difference" Eddie smiles at me

"Oh I'll use you alright in every way I can" his eyes burn at me and now there is another element in them as well. We pull up to the school getting there at 5:20 so we'll have a little time at least to prepare. I take his hand as we leave the van and I say

"Can we do that again after the game, but slower and more thoroughly?"

He looks at me and beams at me "Of course we can...my uncle is working tonight...ehmm you maybe want to come with me home for a while? I'll take you home later" he looks so eager.

"Yes please! I just need to make a quick call when we get inside" I say. Then we see that Mike and Dustin are standing outside the doors to the school and we quickly pull our hands apart.

"Hey what took you so long? Weren't you supposed to pick her up at 4:15? It does not take an hour to get from the Carver's to school." Dustin looks suspicious

"Sorry guys my fault, my mum called just as I was supposed to leave so Eddie had to wait for me. I had to talk to her and you know...time difference. She just wouldn't hang up" I give them an apologetic smile

"Oh ok, everything ok back home?" Dustin drops the suspicious look for a more worried one

"Yeah no problem I just hadn't talked to her in a few days...mentioned this and you guys and then I had to tell her EVERYTHING" I laugh. I look at Eddie, his face is blank but there's a twinkle in his eyes as he looks back at me. They bought it!

This night turned out to be exactly what I needed! Fun, DnD, new friends and the thought of spending the whole night with Eddie. The campaign Eddie had put together was awesome and a great success, I even got to use my dice since Mike still hadn't found theirs and the ones he then had to special order hadn't come yet. As we wrap the night up Mike says

"Hey Emma, you need a ride home? Nancy is picking me up in like 10."

"Oh thanks Mike but I made plans with Eddie to work on our english project after the game, it was one of my conditions for joining. So he's giving me a ride home later." I say and I realise I need to call "home" and tell them I won't be coming back tonight.

"Ok, well good luck with THAT" says Mike and nods towards Eddie and chuckles.

"Thanks" I laugh "I might need it"

We say good bye to rest of the guys and I head out to the payphone in the corridor.

"Carver residence" I hear my aunt

"Hello, it's Emma. I wanted to let you know that this project I'm working on with Max is going late we are really making progress, would it be ok if I spend the night here? Then you won't have to wait up and Max's mother won't have to drive me home this late"

"Oh I suppose so, is it ok with Maxine's mother then?"

"Yes it is I asked her" I say not a care in the world that I'm lying through my teeth.

"Well then, have a good night and good luck with your schoolwork see you tomorrow" she hangs up. I pick up the phone again and call Max's number.

"Hello?"

"Hey Max it's Emma, can you do me a favour? IF by any chance my aunt or uncle calls your house asking for me say I'm busy or that I'm on the loo or something. I told them I'm spending the night at your house tonight working on a science project. Please tell your mum to if you Think she'd be ok with it"

"Why? What are you really up to Em?"

"Don't judge me, but I'm staying at Eddie's...we're sort of...dating" I could have cut the silence with a knife.

"You and Munson? I did think that whole 'we talked it out' bullshit was weird. Well.. he better treat you right or he knows what's going to happen" she says but I can hear a smile in her voice.

"I'll tell him, thanks a million Max!"

"You know he's my neighbour right so you BETTER drop by tomorrow before heading home"

"I promise! Have a good night"

"Oh you too" she chuckles at me and hangs up. Eddie comes up behind me, he's done clearing the campaign.

"Now...you're all mine for the rest of the evening" he whispers in my ear and presses himself against my body.

"Just the evening?" I say and turn towards him putting my arms around his neck.

"Mine for as long as you'll have me" he kisses me and that electric spark that I always feel with him starts up.

"Fuck it Munson did you hex me? One kiss and my knees wanna give in" I say voice thick with excitement.

"I do NOT mind you on your knees sweetheart but let's get home NOW!" he purrs in my ear and kisses me as his hands squeeze my ass then he gives it a slap and takes my hand and we head out the door to the van.

Chapter 8 – Us

"Hey you mind keeping me over night? I kinda told my aunt I was staying at Max's tonight" I say and smile at Eddie as we get in the van.

"What I get to keep you ALL night!? For real?" he starts the van and drives off faster than I thought this crappy metal box could ever move. Someone can't wait to get home apparently, I smile at him. We get to the trailer park where Eddie lives with his uncle, I see Max standing outside on the stairs to one of the other trailers. She waves at me and gives me a thumbs up. I guess she's talked to her mum.

"What was that about?" Eddie looks curious

"Well...I had to cover all bases so I'm sorry but I had to tell Max about us so she could cover for me in case my aunt or uncle happens to call looking for me.

"Oh...she's onboard or?" Eddie seems a bit concerned knowing full well Max isn't his biggest fan.

"Yeah I was to tell you that you better treat me right or you knew what would go down" I smile at him, he laughs turns towards Max and takes a bow. I can see her roll her eyes but she smiles and goes back inside.

Eddie goes up to the door, opens it and says "Welcome to my humble abode my Queen, sorry if it's not fancy or that clean for that matter." I go inside, it's cosy enough. When you come in you come straight in to the living room/kitchen. There's magazines and books scattered around the room, some empty beer cans and a stack of newspapers. I don't mind at all, I get to be with Eddie, so I'd settle for a tent in the woods!

"I like it, it's homey. Much more so than the strict sterile Carver house" I say. Kinda feels like home, my dad scatters stuff all over the place too, to my mum's annoyance. I take his hand and pull him close. "Well Munson now that you have me here all night what are you going to do with me" That fire deep in his eyes light and he grabs my face between his hands, he kisses me with such hunger It's almost to much.

"I'm going to love you so fiercely you'll have trouble standing up!"

"Oh" is all I can get out, his gaze makes me weak. I believe him when he says I'll have trouble standing up, and I do not mind one bit.

He kisses me again and starts towards the sofa, and sits me down. He remains standing right in front of me, crotch at eye-level and I see he's ready to go. I reach for his belt and look up at him. He's staring down at me, eyes black and breathing heavy. I undo his belt and unzip his pants. Pull then down and he springs free in all his glory. I wrap my fingers around the base of his cock and take him in as far as I can get it in one go. He let's out a small cry "oh fuck yeah" hearing him enjoy himself turns me on so bad I feel like I'm about to self combust. I suck him, taking him deep. Alternating in speed, just to hear him moan, growl and cry out "Fuck yeah, good girl, oh like that, yeeeessss" I'm probably soaking the sofa cushions by now, I'm so horny this might make me come without him even touching me. I take my free hand hand I run it up his flat stomach, down again towards his thighs, then up to his balls. I cup them in my hand and start playing with them as I suck him for all I'm worth. "Oh god Em... keep this up and I'm gonna cum" I moan and the vibrations my throat makes has the desired effect, I can feel his balls tightening in my hand and his hand grip my hair. His breathing is increasing and Then he let's go... I feel the warm liquid squirt down my throat and his coarse scream is the best sound ever "You fucking goddess...fuuuuuck...ahhhhhh" he's holding on to my hair for dear life just shaking to the core. I swallow and then I start licking him clean, I've wanted to do this since the first second I got to taste him. His grip on my hair releases and he's gasping for air as he looks down at me

"Holy fuck, where the hell did you learn to do that...do it again! Every day!" I smile at him

"So I guess that was satisfactory then" knowing very well it was but hey a girl needs her ego boosted to from time to time.

"Satis... satisfactory? Jesus fucking Christ that was the best damn blowjob ever. I am the luckiest man alive getting to have that mouth around forever" he bends down and kisses me not a care in the World I have his taste still in my mouth.

"I just want to go drink something then you can repay the favour" I say with a wink at him.

"Oh I will do my VERY best, there's cokes or beers in the fridge. What's mine is yours" he says with a smile. I go get myself a coke and head back to the sofa to join him. I sit down and take a sip of the drink, offering him some. He drinks some all the while staring at me. He sets the can down and says

"Well my foxy lady, wanna take this into the bedroom? Don't think my uncle will appreciate if I make you squirt all over the sofa" he stands up and pulls me up to join him. I gasp at his words, if he can make me do that it would be a first for me. My body tingles all over now, I feel like I'm vibrating from the inside. We enter Eddies bedroom, stuff everywhere, the coolest guitar hanging on the wall...then I see them, a pair of handcuffs on the wall. I smile at him "Plan on using those on me Munson?"

He flinches, looks at the handcuffs then looks at me. He grins and says "Oh you have a kinky side do you? Well I wouldn't mind but that's all up to you sweetheart" I feel my stomach doing a flip god that thought is sexy. I reach out my arms with my hands held close and look at him. He stares for a second, then he takes the handcuffs off the wall and locks in one of my wrists, what is he up to?

"I hope you know where the key is" I giggle I can't help myself. He laughs a hushed coarse laugh and just nods.

"I'm going to eat you like you're my last meal and you will be locked to my bed as I do" he says and motions for me to lay down on his bed. I swear this guy is going to be the death of me! I lay down and willingly raise my hands above my head "oh such a good girl...so eager" he purrs at me and I nearly faint. He pulls my top over my head then takes my free wrist and lock that in to the handcuffs, I'm now stuck to his bedpost. Entirely at his mercy and I LOVE IT! He's standing at the edge of the bed looking totally mesmerized by me, he slowly bends down and starts kissing my nipples. They could cut glass at this moment, I moan and he smiles. "Like that?"

I nod, no words, brain malfunctioning. He is kneeling over me one leg on either side of my thighs. "This won't do, can't have pants on for this...ass up please" he says and I arch my back so my ass leaves the mattress for a while. He quickly undoes my pants and pull them down. I lay back down and he takes them off completely. He throws them on the floor then he concentrates on me again, he looks starving. I'm thinking I might actually turn out to be his last meal.

"This body, fuck you're gorgeous" he says and lets his hands run across my tits, down my stomach, then he moves down on the bed spreading my legs so he's now placed between them. He continues letting his hand follow my lets up, past my inner thighs and I feel my skin tingle. He lays down with his head between my legs, kissing the insides of my thighs whispering "So fuckin gorgeous, so soft and sweet" I don't even think he was talking to me at this point. I'm squirming now, he reaches up with one hand to play with my tits. He looks up at me and chuckles "see you in heaven baby" then me pushes two fingers into my, by now dripping pussy, and then his tongue finds my clit. I cry out this is torture! He wasn't kidding when he said he was going to eat me like his last meal. I've never felt anything like this, his tongue is one second soft and teasing the other second like a fucking vibrator in speed. He's using his fingers soooo good. I'm writhing now, I feel myself getting closer and closer. I feel Eddie pushing one more finger in me and picking up the pace of which he fingers me. He sucks my clit and and moans as he does there's the best fucking feeling in my body. I scream, pretty fucking sure Max can hear me now, as the orgasm takes me. Hell the guy did it I feel myself letting go and there's a new sensation I've never felt before as I squirt all over Eddies face. There's no coming down from this high, I just keep squirming and moaning. "That's my good girl...wow...you are so fucking beautiful when you come and you taste so good" I can barely hear him over the heartbeat in my own head. I can feel him leaving the bed and then coming back and unlocking the handcuffs letting my arms down. I'm still not all there as Eddie slides down besides me, turns me on my side so he can spoon me. "Amazing, wonderful woman I love you" I hear him say softly in my ear. "Let's sleep a little before round two"

I'm 100% sure that if he'd told me to get up I wouldn't have been able to stand so he did good on his promise. I feel him kiss my neck softly and cover us with a blanket. I fall asleep faster than I thought I would. I wake up a while later, feeling dazed. What the hell happened, where am I? Then I remember and I smile. Right I'm at Eddie's and he's given me the most intense orgasm of my life then I fell asleep. I turn over to find him sleeping on his back, one arm over his face looking so serene. I spend some time just studying him, he's so handsome it's almost painful to look at him. I sneak out of bed and go to the bathroom. I feel sticky all over, which isn't surprising considering he made me squirt like that. I turn on the shower and rinse off quickly. Then I go back to the bed, Eddie's still in the same position fast asleep. I slide down beside him and wiggle myself down under the blanket. I'm going to give him a, hopefully, very pleasant way of waking up. I let my hands play around his happy trail and down towards his cock which springs to life immediately, Eddie's still snoring slightly. I giggle "well buddy at least we're awake" I whisper as I close my lips around the head and let my tongue start playing around it in circles. I begin to bob my head up and down as I suck him deeper and deeper into my mouth. I can feel him stir now, his breathing changes and he moans "what?... Omg... I'm never waking up without you again!" his hands find my head and he sets a pace for me. "GOD that mouth" I hear min groan. I suck for a Little bit longer, then I let him go and crawl out from under the blanket.

"Can you please fuck me now!?" The look on his face is exquisite.

"Hell yeah! How would you like me babe?" He's looking in his bedside table for a condom. I look at him smile and then I turn around at the end of the bed, get on all fours putting one hand in between my legs reaching back and spreading my folds for him so he can see how wet sucking him off makes me. "I want you to fuck me like this" I say to him and I think his eyes are about to pop out of his skull.

I can hear a coarse moan as he places himself behind me, I can feel him dragging the tip of his rock hard cock up and down my slit a few times before he plunges himself in with a growl. He just stands still for a second then slowly he starts to make long strokes in and out of me. Hands tightly gripping the sides of my ass. He begins to pick up the pace and the strokes become less deep, but they still do the trick! He leans forward and I feel his hand between my legs finding my clit with his fingers. He murmurs in my hear with a husky voice "come for me babe, come on my cock I want to feel that squeeze" That drives me crazy I meet his every movement feeling him fill me up entirely. He stops rubbing my clit and I can hear myself go "nooo" he laughs softly "you do it babe, I want you to rub yourself and I want to watch my cock go in and out of you" I moan and I reach down with my hand, I start playing with my clit as he fucks me at a faster and faster pace. I can hear by his breathing he's close too. "Come for me, I can't hold it any longer" this send me over the top and I come, oh god do I come! I feel the insides of my pussy clamp down on his cock like it's trying to devour him. He lets out a coarse scream as he plunges in one last time and I feel him pulsating in me as he comes.

Chapter 9 – Finders keepers

After that awesome fuck we once again fall asleep in each others arms. Waking up as the sun shines through the blinds in Eddies room. It must be late in the morning. I stretch and feel Eddies body next to mine, I turn and snuggle in close to his chest.

"Can we Wake up like this every morning?" I murmur He yawns, kisses my hair and I hear him smile as he says "I would like that very much babe!"

We're half asleep again when we're awoken by ha "Ahem" at the door

"Hell! I thought you weren't coming back until tomorrow!?" Eddie says and jumps out of bed then realising he is totally naked. He quickly covers himself with his hands

"Yeah...work ended early. You wanna put something on and join me in the kitchen please" the man, whom I guess is Eddies uncle Wayne, says.

"Eddie... can I please borrow a pair of boxers? I don't feel that comfortable meeting your uncle commando" Eddie smiles at me, takes out a pair from the dresser next to him and throws them on the bed next to me.

"You'll be the death of me Hartwell, how am I going to be able to concentrate on anything now when I know you're wearing a pair of MY boxers an that ass of yours?!" he leans in and gives me a quick kiss " I need to get out there" he says and dresses rapidly and moseys out in to the kitchen, half closing the door behind him. I can still hear them.

"Well, well young man... I knew something was up. You've been smiling too much lately. Being careful though I hope?"

"Of course Wayne, take me for a fool?"

Eddies uncle chuckles and then he asks "So am I to be introduced or should I pretend I don't exist?"

Eddie comes back to his room, looks at me and asks "You wanna meet my uncle?"

"I'd love to!" I say "I look ok?"

"Can you look bad you mean?" he kisses me as I come up to him and we go out to the kitchen holding hands.

"Wayne, I'd like you to meet my girlfriend. Emma Hartwell. Emma this is my uncle Wayne" Eddie says and I stare at him, then I snap out of it and smile my most winning smile at Wayne I hold out my hand to him and say

"Hello Mr Munson it's very nice to meet you" he smiles takes my hand, shakes it and says

"Wow Eddie, she's a looker, polite AND British... What did you do to get her? It's very nice to meet you too Emma, please do call me Wayne." his voice is rough but friendly. "You gonna get this slouch here to get his act together I hope?" he smiles at me and we hear Eddie mumbling something about "ganging up on him and needing to drive me home soon, I look over and he's blushing. I say

"Well I just need to run over to Max's for a bit but I'll be back soon. Again very nice to meet you Wayne, I guess we'll be seeing more of each other in the future.

"Oh I hope so darling, I'm happy he found a nice girl for once."

"Shut it..." I hear Eddie say under his breath and I smile and shake my head at him. I go out in to the sun and as I'm about to go down the stairs Eddie catches up to me and turns me around and kisses me.

"So I'm the girlfriend am I" I say and wink at him

"Well ehm I mean if you WANT to be, I mean it just kinda slipped out" Eddie blushes and looks down at his feet. Omg he's nervous

"I like that 'Eddie Munson's girlfriend' it has a very nice ring to it." I say and he looks up at me beaming "of course I'll be your girlfriend dufus, was there anything about this night that made you think I'd say no?"

"Careful now sweetheart, when you're officially mine I won't let go you know"

"Don't you dare try Munson, I'll latch on tight" I kiss him and head over to Max's. Before I'm even at the stairs she opens the door smiling at me

"Sooo we look lovey dovey together" she motions with a nod towards Eddie who's still on the stairs of his trailer. "pleasant night I take it?" she raises an eyebrow and smiles at me. Oh god she DID hear us..

"Well... ahem... yeah very pleasant actually"

"Mhmm I noticed when I was feeding the neighbour dog around 11..." the look she gives me makes me blush all over. "No worries I'm not going to tell but you girl come in and spill some tea" she opens the door for me and lets me in. I go in and take a seat on the sofa, Max sitting down opposite me.

"So!? I'm dying here! What's up with you two and WHEN did it start?" she looks at me intensely

"Well for me it kinda started first day" I admit, her eyebrows shooting up in surprise "yeah I fancied him straight away but he was just such an ass" I laugh "then when I met him in the woods that day we had a moment, this electrifying touch that made me weak." I tell her about that whole incident, about the misunderstanding bout Chrissy and that that was the reason I came to sit with her at lunch I was just heartbroken by a guy I'd hardly even spoken to. Then I told her about him driving me home that day and that he explained it all and confessed he liked me from day one too. Skipping any raunchy details. I told her Everything but the sexy bits up until this moment.

"So he really introduced you to Wayne as his girlfriend? Wow! Imagine that Eddie Munson with a girlfriend, the jocks are going to drop dead" she laughs and I feel my stomach turn, Jason what the hell was I going to do about Jason... and my uncle. I tell Max about this and ask what she Thinks

"Fuck 'em! Love is love, and I'd rather see you with a nerd like Eddie than a bully like Jason anyway. I think the whole school agrees there. He's a fucking hero on the basketball court but otherwise he's no Steve Harrington"

"Who?"

"Never mind, he's a guy who graduated last year. He was like Jason, king of Hawkins High but in comparison nothing alike. Steve's actually a cool guy. I'll introduce you some day." Max explains, and now that she says it I think I've Heard talk of this "king Steve" in the corridors.

"Ok" I say and smile " So fuck 'em you say yeah I think I'll do that. Hey you know anywhere in town where I might be able to print a t-shirt?" I just had the most amazing idea.

Max looks puzzled then she nods and says "Yeah, why?"

"Just a surprise that's all. Can you take me? In like an hour? Maybe I'll get my BOYFRIEND to drive us in to town" I smile and Max laughs.

"You're loving saying that aren't you Yeah I think I can go in an hour, my mum should be back by then" swing by when you're ready to go. I leave and go back to Eddie's. I knock before I enter as I'm raised to do. Two sets of eyes look at me from the sofa both looking equally surprised.

"Oh sweetie, you're practically family now you don't need to knock. Wait a second" Wayne gets up from the sofa and heads in to his bedroom. I look at Eddie he shrugs

"I don't know" he smiles "but I do know he LOVED you" I laugh

"Loved me? I barely spoke to him"

"You called him Mr Munson and you've made me happy. Apparently that was enough, I think he's going to adopt you and put me out on the streets" Eddie chuckles

"Well then good for you I have a sweet spot for strays" I say and sit down close to him and lean my head on his shoulder

"Yeah good for me" he whispers and kisses my head and puts his arm around me. "Love you, I mean it" he says softly in to my hair. I look up at him

"Really?"

"Really, really" he says and smiles. Just then Wayne comes back in and hands me something. I take it and see it's a key. He clears his throat

"Well I know you live with the Carvers that might be somewhat intense at times I guess. Just know you're always welcome here any time of the day. If no ones home just let yourself in" he looks at me with a friendly smile. I can't help it I stand up and give him a big hug

"Thank you Wayne" the man blushes, murmurs something about taking a nap pets me on the side of my face smiles and leaves the room. I sit down next to Eddie again.

"See...adoption imminent I better start packing my bags" he giggles. I kiss him and say

"You know I love you too right? We got interrupted before I could say it back" Eddie beams at me and gives me a deep kiss. "Mine" he purrs "aaaalll mine" we sit there cuddling for a while then I remember Max.

"Oh yeah, could you give me and Max a ride in to town? She wanted me to go with her to some shops" I say

"Sure sweetheart, when? Right now?"

"Yeah in about 15 minutes if that's ok" I say.

"Of course it's ok. Just because you're mine doesn't mean I own you I'm no monster" he lets out a growl, lifts my top and bites one of my breasts. "just leaving my mark love" he says kissing my neck and planting what will probably become a quite shining hickey right below my ear.

"Damn it Munson behave or I'll be late meeting Max because I'll have to make you pay for that" I purr at him kissing his neck and letting my tongue trace down towards his collarbones.

"I BEHAVE!? Damn you woman and your magic touch now you've made me all riled up again" he growls at me holding me tighter

"Nope...lets go" I say jumping up from the sofa

"Witch" he scowls at me fixing his pants which suddenly seem very tight. I laugh and say

"Laters baby, I'm going to need a ride home as well after me and Max are done. Who knows the view at lover's lake might be particularly good today" this makes him beam at me

"That's true, might be VERY pretty there today"

We get ready and head out to the van, I run over and knock on Max's door. She comes out and we leave for town. Eddie drops us off at the arcade and I tell him I'll give him a call when we're done if he'd be so kind as to come pick us up too. He smiles and says "Anything for my Queen and her body guard" and winks at Max who just rolls her eyes but smiles at him.

We walk around a while and then we head over to the Place where I can get my t-shirt made. It's going to take about 30 minutes so Max suggests we go say hello to Steve and Robin who work at the video store. We enter and this guy with the wildest hair I've seen is arguing with a pretty freckled girl about Dr Zhivago and if that's a good movie to have playing on the TV's in the store or not.

"Hey morons, look alive" Max cries out and the pair of them turns around.

"Hey Max... so Dr Zhivago yes or no?" Robin looks intensely at her nodding discretely

"I do not care what crap you showcase in here but isn't that just a bit to... ambitious for Hawkins?" Max looks at me and I can't do anything but nod in agreement

"Woah Max who's your friend" Steve has noticed that I'm here.

"This is Emma... Eddies girlfriend" Max smiles and the look of pure shock of the two in front of us

"What Munson? Munson's got himself a girl? What's wrong with her?" Steve asks and looks at me suspiciously

"Wrong? Why would there be anything wrong with me? Is it perhaps your preconception of Eddie clouding your better judgement there Steve?" I stare him down

"Oh... ehm well" he stutters. Robin roars with laughter

"Buuuurn Steve! I told you not to be an bias prick it'll come bite you in the ass some day. And this one" she points at me "she just took one hell of a chunk" she punches Steve " Hey I'm Robin nice to meet you Emma girlfriend of Eddie" I turn my gaze away from Steve who is still trying to find words and I smile at Robin.

"Hello, nice to meet you too." then I glare at Steve again "You, not so much" I say

The two girls in my company laugh so hard they have to sit down on the floor. Steve looks like a kid someone stole candy from. He runs his hand through his hair and clears his throat

"Yeah I'm sorry ok... just caught me by surprise. No hard feelings against your boyfriend, don't really know him just know OF him"

"Yeah I bet..." I look at him for a while. Then I sigh and say "Ok since Max insists you're a cool guy I'll give you the benefit of doubt here. Nice to meet you Steve" I look down at my watch. "I'm going to run and get my shirt it's probably done by now, will you wait here?" I ask Max who nods in agreement.

I head up the street to the t-shirt shop. I check my order, approve and pay. I feel good about this surprise. I leave the store with a big smile on my face. As I exit I almost bump in to someone, someone being my uncle.

"Emma? Aren't supposed to be at that Maxine's house?" he looks at me

"Yes but we wanted to go shopping I say, showing him my bag. Max is waiting for me at the video store we are planning a girl's night. I've really missed having a girlfriend to talk to since coming here. Do you mind if I stay one more night uncle?" I smile my sweetest smile at him. He mutterers and says "No one night is enough for now, don't want you to end up with the wrong people over there at the trailer park. Do you have a ride home? I have errands to attend to and I will be a while"

I look at him, not really surprised. I also knew who "the wrong people" were without asking. I sigh and nod at him "Yes, I do have a ride. No need to worry uncle. See you at home" I turn and walk back to the video store, not feeling as sunny any more. I tell Max about it and he huffs "That asshole well I guess we should call then? Can Emma use your phone Robin?"

"Sure go ahead" we hear from behind one of the shelves. I pick it up and dial Eddies number. When he picks up I tell him we're ready to go and that we'll meet him where he dropped us off. He says he'll leave right away. We say goodbye to Steve and Robin and head towards the arcade.

"How will you ever be able to tell them bout Eddie?" Max says solemnly

"I have no idea but by Monday the cat will be out of the bag anyway so I guess Jason will do it for me. I just need to tell mum and dad first. I'm going to call them tonight, if they approve then uncle can't do shit. He's a bit scared my dad will come here and beat him up" I laugh and Max snorts

"Really? Big bad Carver is scared of your dad?" she looks truly impressed. We don't have to wait long before we see Eddies van coming around the corner at full speed. He stops right at our feet opens the passenger door, smiles and says "Your ride my ladies" we both smile and get in. I give him a quick kiss and we speed off to the trailer park again. I say bye to Max and then I turn to Eddie.

"Sorry hun, but I'm going to need a ride home." I told him about my encounter with my uncle and he curses under his breath

"Wrong people...that'd be me and Wayne then I guess?" I take his face between my hand look him deep in his eyes and say

"I love you Eddie Munson you and your uncle are all kinds of right people for me" I kiss him "my uncle lives his life with his head so far up his own ass he can't understand that not everyone values money and success more than compassion and sweetness, which you have an abundance both you and Wayne" I kiss him again. He sighs at me

"Amazing, amazing woman what have I done to deserve meeting you?" he kisses my forehead "Ok let's go then I'll drive you to the Marsters' next door so you don't have your aunt spying on you noticing my van again. I'm guessing you need no more issues tonight"

"Thank you hun. I'm going to tell my parents about you tonight and let my dad deal with the Carver's once we're out" I say and Eddie looks concerned. "My parents are awesome, they will not be against us as long as you make me happy, might have to slow down on the business though" I smile at him

"Sure, no problem. There are other been wanting to get in on this area for quite some time. Maybe time to retire and become an upstanding Citizen now that I have a pretty girl on my arm" He tickles me and kiss me. Then we drive off towards "my part of Town"

As I suspected mum and dad we're delighted I found someone. Mum always said that if love hits you don't shy away from it because it doesn't look or behave like you think everyone else wants it to. She always pictured herself with someone like the guys she grew up around, then met my dad and her world got turned upside down. So she was super excited to hear that Eddie was nothing like my uncle or Jason or any other shiny picture perfect carbon copy with money. Dad applauded his taste in music and that he had a style that reminded me of him. They also promised to take care of my dear relatives come Monday. I told them the plan I had and about the t-shirt. I went to bed early that night, then I had to endure Sunday in church "because that was uplifting for the soul" sure... gave me ample time to think about Eddie and his naked body writhing under me. I sat there smiling and my aunt was so pleased I accepted religion and saw that it could make me happy Yeah, I did plead to God quit a lot Friday I thought to myself. When we got home I excused myself and said I needed to go to my room, call Max and make sure we we're properly prepared for tomorrows science class, and that I was going to finish my homework after that. I also looked at Jason asking him if there was anything he needed my help with or any assignment he needed me to check over. Nope he was done, all was ok. His parents smiled at me, such a good role model for Jason. All the while cursing them in my head.

I went to my bedroom, locked the door and picked up the phone. Dialled and waited.

"Hello?"

"Hey Eds, it's me"

"Hey I thought you forgot about me" I can hear his smile.

"No but been a bit of tension here. Can't be to sweet on you though, can't be sure no ones listening" I whisper

"Ok. So this is the perfect opportunity for me to start telling you all the dirty, sexy, raunchy things I wanna do to you and you can't react" Sweet deal" I hear him chuckle

"Don't you fucking dare, I will hang up on you!" I say, that would have been torture! "It's enough I almost got myself off in church today thinking about Friday" I whisper, I hear a gasp on the other end.

"You sure you can't get out just a short while? That was too hot to not wanna help you with" his voice is low and coarse, I feel that awesome tingle.

"Fuuuuck Ed's, ok give me 10 I'll call you back" I say and hang up. I go downstairs and in to my uncle who's sitting in his study.

"Excuse me uncle, could I please go meet Max at the park just down the road? We've encountered a bit of a mix up on our project that we really need to fix before tomorrow morning." I said this because I knew they would never say I could invite her here and the park was in this part of town so "no wrong people there" he looks up from his magazine at me.

"Did you do your homework you talked about?"

"Yes I thought I had an assignment for Spanish as well but that was for next week so I have plenty of time to finish that and everything else is done, I I understood it so that Jason didn't need my help tonight?" I say

"No, he said he's ok. Well I suppose you can go, but be home no later than 8 or I lock the door!" he says and disappears behind his magazine again. I check the time, it's 5:15 plenty of time to meed Eddie. I go back upstairs, Close my door and dial Eddies number again.

"Yeah?"

"Meet me at the park down the road from here, I have until like 7:30"

"In the van right away!" he slams the phone down and I laugh. So eager. I put on some perfume, put on a dress and a cardigan and take my backpack so that it appears I'm brining my school books. Lucky for me Jason isn't home to be an burden, he left after dinner to go to Chrissy's. I leave and head to the park, when I get there I see the van. I start laughing

"Did you put rocket fuel in that thing? How fast were you going?" Eddie beams at me and pulls me in for a kiss

"Fast enough" he says avoiding details and winking at me.

"Moron...what if the cops pulled you over? Would you really have left me here waiting all hot and willing?" I say and let my hand trace up his thigh and cup his bulge. I feel it growing in my hand

"Noted" he says and starts moving his hips against my hand. "like the skirt sweetheart, makes it so much easier to get to the goodies" he kisses me as his hands follow my legs up under my skirt and grab my panties and pulls them down without missing a beat. "Wanna take this in to the van?" he says as he puts my panties in his pocket and smiles at me. I take his hand and lead him to the back of the wan and I put one leg up on the back bumper and whisper in his ear

"You better get that cock out because I need it here and now, pin me against the back of you van and fuck my brains out"

Eddie stares at me, almost in disbelief... But then the reality of what I just said hits him and he's right by me in an instant, never seen someone almost run and put a condom on at the same time. He reaches me and with one swoop he's holding both my arms over my head with one arm while the other one lifts my skirt and then he drives his cock right into me like a jack hammer. He kisses me hungrily as he fucks me with a burning desire, faster and harder than ever before. I moan into his mouth and he smiles and bites my bottom lip

“You really are a some kind of girl Em, the most amazing pussy I've ever seen, tasted and felt. And I get to keep you FOREVER! I'm going to be doing this for the rest of our lives” his husky voice growling in my ear making me even more horny for him. Pretty sure all of Hawkins hears us as I am not able to keep quiet as he rams in to me with a furiosity that kind of scares me but at the same time feels SO fucking good. He lets out a long coarse moan as I feel him throbbing inside me as he lets go.

“God Ed I'm so close...use your fingers please...soo close” I pant in his ear. I can feel him still being hard so he continues fucking me as his thumb finds my clit and makes hasty work getting me to scream out my orgasm. He quickly muffles me by kissing me and chuckling

“You'll wake up the neighbourhood howling like a banshee. Not that I don't enjoy your screams sweetheart but we do not need the coops here” He pulls out and I hear the sound of him removing the condom and walking up to a trash can near by and disposing of it. He comes back and embraces me and whispers in my ear “Hell woman I love how you make me come so much every time it's like I've been saving up for weeks every time” I smile at him and purr into his ear

“I was thinking Eddie... Maybe I should look into going on the pill... I would really like to feel your cum running down my legs” the look on his face is priceless

“Don't get me all riled up again I'm not sure I can take it... wow the thought of you walking around with my cum running down your legs under your clothes...fuuuck Emma. You're killing me”

I smile, that was exactly the thought I had too, and what really turned me on my the idea. I would be looking into that first think tomorrow with the school nurse. She ought to be able to help, she seemed ok, and I knew my mum wouldn't mind she was on the pill herself before her and dad decided to have me and my brother. I look at Eddie, kiss him and say

“Well as much as I loved that and I love spending any kind of time with you I need to get back. Time flies when you're having fun” I wink at him and grab hiss ass and pull him close! “I will see you at school, I have a surprise for you” kiss him once more and leave. I hear him laugh softly and call out to me

“I'm not big on surprises but for you I'll make an exception babe” I hear him get in his van and drive off. I get back to the house with a good 20 minutes left which pleases my aunt and uncle. Even more so seeing as Jason is late coming home. I take such pleasure in hos screw-ups it's almost bad. I head straight in the shower then off to bed. Feeling satisfied and also excited for tomorrow.

Chapter 10 – Coming out

I get to school, once more with the help of Mike and Nancy. Jason still won't give me a ride, even though my aunt repeatedly asks him to be nicer to me and spare Nancy Wheeler the extra time it takes her to pick me up he won't budge. And I do not mind! Time is slower than normal today. Science class takes forever, Max is very excited about my plan and won't stop hinting about it. English is torture, Eddie keeps leaning over and putting his hand as far up my inner thigh he can get every chance he has and that is frustratingly distracting. But when I look over at him I see he's realised his mistake and is is quite a uncomfortable situation himself, this makes me gloat some. Well as class ends I will at least be able to stand up and leave right away. The bell rings and I stand up and look at Eddie, who's still seated.

“After you Munson...” I motion towards the door with my hand. He looks up at me and I feel so bad but yet so good.

“Yeah I'm gonna hang back a while, need to ask a question” he murmurs and looks annoyed at himself for not thinking that touching through beforehand. I make sure to sway my hips a little extra seductive as I leave. I hear m muffled moan and a “God damn tease” from the back row. I make sure I'm alone and I turn around, look straight into Eddies gorgeous brown eyes. I lick the palm of my and an then I make suggestive “jerk-off” motions with it as I smile a wicked smile at him. He gasps and his pupils dilate and he shifts in his chair

“ Well, well I guess 'the beast' isn't asleep yet” I smirk and leave him sitting there looking like he'd been struck by lightning.

I meet up with Max outside and she looks at me and smiles

“Why do you look like a cat who's caught the biggest mouse ever?”

“Oh no reason...I just teased Eddie so badly he can't get up for quite some time” I laugh and Max looks disgusted.

“Ewww really Emma I will help you at lunch, and I'm all for this he seems to really love you... but I DO NOT need to know stuff like that” then she laughs to and adds “But good going!” gives me a high five and we leave for Spanish.

This is the last class before lunch and I can feel my nerves starting to act up. Was this a good idea, what was going to happen with Jason... and then back “home” later today? I take a deep breath and convince myself that this was a good idea. Both my plan to surprise Eddie and that we're going public. No more sneaking. Luckily for me Spanish class never seemed to end today so when the bell finally rings I'm convinced we've been there over lunch and it'll be too late. Max calms me down and says

“Do you think, when I agreed to wearing this, that I would let the teacher have us miss lunch. Hell no! Let's do this!”

She takes me under my arm and we walk towards the cafeteria. We see that the Hellfire Club is gathered already, all of them. Even Lucas is back today. We sit down and I look at Max and give a small nod. In sync we take off our jackets and wait for the reactions to start coming. First one to notice anything is Lucas who always watches Max with an almost freakish admiration.

“What the hell does your shirt say Max?” They all look up at Max. She looks down and pulls the shirt out so that the text on it is clearly visible

“FUCK conformity! In a world of Jasons be an EDDIE!” she just shrugs and says

“Well since there is a new world order now I thought I'd show support” and she nods in my direction. Eddie is viably confused and I can see he's flattered but he doesn't understand why. Others have started noticing the shirt now, people not at our table. I can hear the whispering... Now attention is turned on me... silence falls at the Hellfire table

“The Munson experience – girlfriend approved. '86 baby” Eddie stares at the shirt then up at me then at the shirt again. I lean in and I whisper “VERY approved” and I kiss him. There's a roar at the table as everyone is cheering and congratulating Eddie...not me they all seem to think I can do better. Dustin's so happy he wipes a tear.

“Is she in Hellfire officially now? I want her to be” good Dustin, great to have your priorities straight I think as I look at him and laugh.

“If she'll agree to have us nerds we'll be keeping her if we all agree” Eddie smiles and takes my hand and place a kiss on my palm, I also feel a small lick and get a wink from him. The news of what just happened at this table has started to spread like wildfire. People are standing up to see my shirt and now we just wait for the inevitable explosion.

“WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK DID YOU SAY?” aaaand there it is I think and I brace myself. Jason storms over and towers over me staring at my shirt

“You got to be fucking kidding me!? This freak? Out of all the people in this fucking country you chose to be seen with this freak... I should beat your ass Munson, did you fucking drug her to get her to do this crap?” Jason is livid. I stand up... I get so close to him it might seem like I was about to kiss him. Then I place one carefully aimed knee right between his legs with all the force I can muster and I growl at him

“ You EVER threaten my boyfriend again and I will go back alley London on your ass and castrate you completely you fucking baby. Get over yourself, what'd you think? I was going to go for one of your friend so you could have some kind of power over me? I wouldn't be caught dead nowhere near any of those twats you call friends. Fucking cowardly assholes the lot of you. Go home to daddy and cry now, tell him all about how I was mean to you and how I won't do even one more thing to help you graduate. You're on your own fucker” I put the sole on my shoe on his chest and push him away. Then I sit down, there's such a silence you could hear a speck of dust land on the floor. Then a ROAR of laughter and applause. Jason may just have lost his crown to a girl. Eddie looks at me in awe... takes my face between his hands and kiss me, then he whispers in my ear

“I've never been so turned on by being saved by a girl before. You're fucking hot when you kick ass babe” he slaps my ass and chuckle. Then he notices that the shirt has test on the back to. He turns me around

“Love you freak! Finders keepers <3” I see him tear up and he snuggles into my neck hiding his face in my hair. I hear a small sob and then he clears his throat. Kisses my neck whispers “Thank you” and turns to the club

“Well Hellfire men, meet your new queen!” they all cheer and we sit down again, ignoring the whimpering mess on the floor that is Jason. He'll live! Now lunch is all about the how and the when. Mike and Dustin feel personally wronged that they weren't included from the start. Why didn't I tell them, they were my first friends here, why did Max know and so on and so forth.

“Maybe because she knew you two could never keep this to yourselves...” Max teases them “or maybe she just likes me more”

I look at Eddie and tilt my head towards the door, silently asking him if we can go somewhere else. He nods and we get up. They all look at us

“We're going to go have a heavy make out session now” I say “behave yourselves and be careful to step in crap on your way out” and I look down at Jason. They all laugh and cat call after us, yelling for Eddie to “Keep it wrapped up the world isn't ready for another Munson” we laugh at them as we leave. We hold hands not saying anything as we make our way out into the woods behind the school. Over to the table where the sparks began for real. Eddie drags me close and hugs me tight, kisses me and says

“Love you too freak, thanks for the shirt” his hands running up and down my back. I look deep into Eddies eyes as I say and I feel the tears coming. I'm so happy it hurts

“I found my freak, now I'm never letting him go”

END

#eddie munson #eddie munson smut #eddie x fem

[kiwiwola]

What i like making

Ok. It's a Sunday, it's snow-raining, I did exactly one (1) chore, so I want to sit down and thing about what...I'm missing in my art-making.

I've managed to get out of the rust phase--the tea shop I found that opens late has made it easier to just plug in and do the thing more regularly, without having to battle the big "getting set up" (and getting distracted) obstacle I usually face. And I've been mostly focusing on doing studies, which also makes it easy to slip into the same brain mode each time and just go. But I feel like, now that I've gotten some of that rust off, I want to be able to use this non-rusted state to start drawing the things I want to draw. The things I haven't had time for.

Only...I can't seem to remember what that is. I look back in my sketchbooks, and I don't find any unfinished threads that I feel compelled to pick up again. That is, I think, what I would usually do in the past--find something I want to redraw, or an idea I want to expand upon or grow, and continue to flesh it out and create iterations on it. But there aren't a lot of those things I feel like doing anymore, at least not right now.

So I'm sitting down today to try and...look at the things I created before and not necessarily find things I want to continue or iterate, but to analyze what I enjoyed in the past, so I can figure out where I can nudge and direct my art-making now to make it enjoyable again, but for present me, who is different in interest, situation, and capacity than past me.

~

The first thing I would say that has always been really helpful for me is my...I'm not sure what to call them, me-as-a-fish-person-processing-life-and-existential-dread comics? They're not comics, and sometimes I don't draw a fish person anymore, but I've been doing them since...I think college now. They kinda sit somewhere between doodling and journaling. I talked with my therapist recently about how even though I don't always enjoy the process of making one, having made one helps put distance between myself and a difficult experience, or give form to feelings I don't easily know how to describe so I either stuff them down or let them run rampant. It's also kind of a low-stakes way to experiment with sequential story-telling, the "how do I arrange this so it shows what I want to show, and creates the feeling I want to share?" which is a sort of problem-solving I enjoy. There's a couple of old memories that have bubbled up in the last few days that I think I would like to do this with.

And i really like drawing fanart of characters I want to see more of, and imagine more of. I think I haven't done this lately because I haven't really watched/read/played anything lately. I like seeing and redrawing moments that imagine particular moments with more animation-esque expressiveness and reactivity. I think I've wanted to do this with some of the Chinese costume dramas I've been watching, but so much of it (the costumes, the poses, the backgrounds) is out of my wheelhouse I'm not sure how to get there. I've done a few studies that I haven't really liked, but maybe if I sat down and set about focusing on learning these parts more conscientiously (so not just sitting down and drawing a scene and going "I am studying all the things in this scene by drawing it," but focused on fabric and the costumes for awhile, focused on poses and landscapes specific to this genre for awhile) it wouldn't feel like I was failing each time, completing the study but without actually learning how to do the thing in a transferable way.

I like doing fanart of like, dumb goofy shit too--I think that's one of the things I loved back when I was actively watching/drawing Critical Role stuff, just drawing goofy-ass shit that made me laugh to hear or imagine. There's been some moments when I'm watching a game or art streamer, and I've wanted to draw just a goofy moment or comment. I feel like when the content of the stream isn't fictional though (like with a dnd game), that might be..kind of weird? Idk. I worry about there being a sort of parasocial element to that. Maybe that's one I'll keep in a physical sketchbook, then. And you know, the more I think of it, it may sound weird to just like..draw quotes and moments from a stream but it's really similar to how I took notes during lectures all throughout school tbh--I'd either draw alongside my notes, or draw stuff to emphasize certain quotes or ideas, or little historical figures or authors saying the points. Huh. Can't believe I never made this connection before.

I want to play around more freely with color, find what sorts of vibes different color palettes bring. And i want to discover this through exploration, and not by looking at a bunch of premade palettes, necessarily. I was noodling around in a new sketchbook yesterday with some markers, and thinking of what color to use or add, and the question "what does this need?" came up in my head a lot as I was thinking. And there is a big swirling pot of colors in my head. And I think "well the color I've used here is light and pale and cool--let's keep the palette cool. I will go with a blue, because it's muted enough to look like a green in the shade. And if put this purple over it, this purple is a bit closer to crimson than blue, and is more vivid, so it will look nice for patterning but also give a bit of a vein/living organism vibe. The green at the top I want to feel different, because it's a fabric--so it's a very bright green, slightly warmer, and the purple or blue can be used to create some dark parts, the way a satin ribbon has some very shiny parts but also holds a very lush dark in shaded parts sometimes."

When I use a premade/predecided palette, I find I miss out on this fun brainstorming/breadcrumbing process of...figuring out what particular color I want to add next based on both what I've put down so far and what feeling I'm trying to evoke or material/substance I'm trying to portray.

I think...those are some good nuggets to start with for now.

#dumb fish stuff #therapy stuff

[zorilleerrant]

you know people say Captain America would be against racism but I really don't think he'd understand it very well and I don't think there's much of anyone in the MCU who could help him

Steve: Do you know about racism?

Tony, white billionaire who's never had to care how his personality plays to other people: oh, don't worry about it, that just means you have to be careful about singing the n word in rap songs when you're not in private

Pepper, white top tier educated gender conforming business type: Yeah, gender is really a much more important issue than race these days. Sexuality, too. Racism mostly happens in other countries, which you do have to watch out for.

...

Steve: So then they couldn't tell me much about it.

Sam, who agreed to let the military experiment on him and thought it was great and only recently learned sometimes the government does bad things: You know, that's because it's so much better than it was. Aside from a couple of people who like to put up confederate flags, almost no one's really racist anymore. Mostly they thank you for your service. And then you can correct mistakes really easily.

...

Steve: Was he right?

Nick Fury, who gave up on his personal comfort so long ago so he could optimize for saving lives: I wouldn't worry about it, Steve. It's easier if you don't. In fact, if anyone tries to talk to you about something other than fighting aliens, you should just walk out on them. If you cultivate the strong, silent persona, no one even tries to call you out on it. And if they do you can hit them with your shield.

...

Steve: Do you guys have any advice on this topic, or should I just give up? I've read a few books.

Clint, who doesn't even realize half the shit that's been happening to himself, and has never had a nonwhite friend, only coworkers: Uh, I can give you a list of words you're not supposed to say, I think. But there aren't any racist laws anymore or anything. Sometimes people publish racist books, I think? That might have been before, too, though, I don't read a lot.

Yelena, who was raised by a cult: Where I come from we have no racism. Only good spy, bad spy. Good spy gets reward and bigger assignment. Bad spy gets fed to wildlife. America is much better place to live than this.

Natasha, who also escaped from that cult: Yeah, I can't say any of that was race based. And no one here has ever tried to feed me to forest creatures, so I prefer that. I'll ask around if anyone has tried to feed anyone to forest creatures over their race, okay?

...

Steve: So then they said they'd ask around but they're pretty sure racism isn't a big deal anymore.

Bucky, who doesn't remember shit about fuck and is also from the past: Oh, you mean like segregation? I watched a documentary on that. They got rid of it already. You don't have to fight it.

Steve: Who got rid of it?

Bucky: Obama, I think? People keep thanking him for stuff and I figure that's probably what they're thanking him for. He ended racism, you know. I also watched a documentary on that.

...

Steve: ...so I wanted to know what you're reading in school on the topic, so I can sort out the holes in my education.

Peter, a white teenager at a very prestigious mostly white school, whose systemic problems are all entirely divorced from racism: I don't think we have that anymore. Aunt May told me Obama fixed it. Now we have aliens trying to take over the country instead.

MJ: Obama fixed what?

Peter: Racism. That's why we don't have it anymore.

MJ, suddenly on fire: OK! Both of you sit your asses down right the fuck now. Let me get my slides.

#look i said something #these movies (and shows) are very structurally white supremacist and it comes through in character storylines and dialogue #especially the part where they were fighting “Supremacists” and wouldn't even tell you what kind #they are not particularly left leaning but I think most people by now have stopped asserting that they are so it's ok

[mackenzielovee]

my girl (part 4) - rafe cameron

a/n: SURPRISE! I wrote a part 4 ;) i had this idea right after i said i was only doing 3 parts - but this really is the final one! I really hope ya'll enjoy. It's a little shorter than the rest! (not my gif)

Summary: Nope sorry you have to read!

Warnings: swearing, mentions of sex, kissing, and test anxiety

Word Count: 4.4k

series masterlist

my writing

Your phone buzzing on your nightstand distracts you get again from cramming for your Chemistry final. The exam happens in two days, yet you feel like it might as well be in two hours with the amount of anxiety you have. It's your second year of college, and boy, it hasn't gotten any easier. Thankfully, your roommate is out for the night so you have your entire dorm to yourself to study.

You lean over and check your phone. Another missed call from your fiancee, Rafe. Beside your phone on your nightstand sits your engagement ring. You stare at it for a moment and swallow your feelings, then move back over to your chemistry textbook. Your phone buzzes again - a voicemail from Rafe this time, which you don't bother to listen to.

Chemistry is your focus tonight. Chemistry is what you need to be studying for, what you need to know inside and out. You throw yourself back into it, shutting off your phone when it buzzes yet again. You need absolutely zero distractions.

About twenty minutes into it, you hear a loud knock on the door. You sigh, figuring your roommate forgot her ID or keys again. You pull open the door and sigh, fully shocked when you find Rafe standing at your door. He's out of breath from running inside from the parking lot, and he looks pissed off.

"Oh, good, you're alive," he snaps, pushing his way into your room before you can even invite him.

"What are you doing here?" you ask him, closing the door so none of your nosy neighbors can listen to yet another argument between the two of you.

Things haven't been good. You're sick of him calling and texting you all the time, him begging you to come home, and constantly asking who you're with when you go out. On top of all of that, your classes this semester are harder than they've ever been, but Rafe never respects when you say you need space and time to study.

"Checking to see if my fucking fiancee is breathing!" he shouts, throwing his hands up in the air, "I mean, shit, Y/N, I called you, like, twenty times."

You glance over to the nightstand at your phone, realizing your ring was over there, too. You know he won't like that.

"I shut my phone off. I really need to study, Rafe," you tell him, but he's not listening.

Instead, he collapses onto your bed and puts his head in his hands, sitting directly on your Chem textbook and notes.

"Oh, my God, what the hell? Get up," you snap at him, walking over and pushing him off so he doesn't ruin your notes or textbook pages.

"It's fucking fine," he replies as he stands, barely glancing at your papers.

"No, it's not. I need this shit to pass my exam-" you hold the wrinkled papers up.

"They're literally fine, Y/N," his voice raises, "Stop being so dramatic."

You take a deep breath before you speak again, knowing whatever comes out will not be very nice. You've really been trying to be patient with him, but it's getting harder and harder.

"I'm not being dramatic, Rafe," you say calmly, "I just really need to study and I need peace and quiet."

He sighs and rubs the back of his neck as he debates what to say next. Neither of you want to start a fight, but you both have a lot of shit to say. His eye catches the shiny object on the nightstand and he looks over, figuring out it's your engagement ring.

"What the fuck?" he gasps, picking it up and holding it out to you, "Since when do you take this off?"

You put your hands on your forehead and sigh, realizing this is going to take up a lot of time that you don't have. And the fact that Rafe drove eight hours on a whim because you didn't pick up his calls all day has made you crazy.

"I cannot do this with you right now," you tell him, stepping toward your Chemistry stuff.

You'll just have to go to the library and study if he's going to be here. There's no way you can get any of your shit done with him bitching about your ring.

"Oh, my bad, when can you do it, then?" he rolls his eyes, "Huh? Can you give me, like, a window of time where you're actually available to talk?"

"Rafe-" you start, but he holds his hand up.

"No, because, I mean, I don't hear from you all day, and I'm fucking worried about you, so I make the long ass drive to come check on my soon-to-be wife, and now I'm the bad guy? Yeah, no, I get it now!" he exclaims.

"Jesus, okay, I have to go," you say, grabbing your backpack from the floor and sliding some slippers on.

"Right, to study," he grumbles.

"Yeah, to study," you snap back, "Just because you didn't go to school doesn't mean you can't at least try to understand!"

You rarely raise your voice at him, so Rafe knows you're mad. He stares at you for a second, deciding if he should acknowledge your comment about him not attending school.

"It's not about whether or not I understand, it's about time management," he lectures, making you roll your eyes, "Don't roll your fucking eyes at me."

"Don't show up at my dorm unannounced!" you yell back.

"I wouldn't have been unannounced if you would answer your goddamn phone!"

You take a deep breath and exhale loudly, then step closer to the door. Rafe walks over to you and grabs your arm, spinning you around. You stare up at him like he's crazy, he's never laid a hand on you like that before.

"Put your ring back on," he demands, holding it out in his hand.

"What the fuck is your problem, Rafe? You think I'm gonna get hit on walking to the damn library? Get a grip," you mutter, trying to yank your arm from his grasp but failing.

"I'm not playing," he tells you, holding the ring up in his other hand.

"Neither am I," you snap, "Let go of me."

He stares at you for another few seconds and then releases you, groaning loudly when he does. He steps away from you and runs his hand through his hair, then sets your ring back down on the nightstand.

"What's going on with us?" he grumbles, sitting down on your bed again.

You start to feel bad as you look at him, so you step closer and set your books down on you desk. You open your mouth to speak, to apologize and return your ring to your finger, when he speaks out again.

"Why didn't you answer the fucking phone when I called?"

You close your mouth quickly, swallowing the words you were about to say. You stare at him for a moment, then you decide that it's just best to tell him the absolute, stone cold truth.

"Because I have shit going on, Rafe. I have a Chem final in two days and I'm not at all prepared, I have other finals and an entire paper due by the end of the week, and I have you up my ass about everything in between and it's just a little overwhelming right now."

He brings his head out of his hands and looks up at you. His expression changes from hurt to angry in about one second, so you brace yourself.

"So what do you want me to do to help you, then?" he asks, his voice agitated. You can tell he's trying to be patient, but he really wants to yell.

"I just need you to give me some space right now," you state.

He nods his head, moving his eyes away from yours and down to the floor.

"Space," he repeats, "You want space."

You nod your head slowly, afraid now to speak. You can't tell what his reaction is about to be, but obviously it isn't going to be a good one.

"So, you ignore my phone calls," he holds up one finger, "You take off your engagement ring," another finger, "And now you want space. Do you think I'm a fucking moron?"

He stands up off the bed, now towering over you. Your hands come up to your face, rubbing your eyes to try and relieve some form of stress.

"God, Rafe, you're making this out to be something it's not-"

"Am I?" he shouts, "Do you want to marry me or not? I mean, I really think that's what this boils down to. Am I what you want, or not?"

His yelling combined with your stress and confusion makes you yell back at him.

"I don't know!"

He steps back, almost like you've hurt him, and stares at you with a look you've never seen before. It's anger, betrayal, confusion, and sadness all rolled into one, heartbroken expression. It makes your stomach turn thinking about the fact that you're hurting him.

"Well, there it is," he says, his voice cracking, "I'll just get out of your way, then."

He leans down and grabs the ring from your nightstand, wrapping his large hand around it and then stepping toward the door.

"Rafe, wait," you say, "Where are you going to go? You can't drive home in the dark."

He doesn't turn around, he can't look at you. Not when you're not sure what you want.

"I'll sleep in the truck," he says, his voice weak and quiet.

"No," you protest, "Rafe, I'm sorry."

He stands there for a few seconds, then turns, and you see the tears in his eyes. One has fallen, and rests on the bottom of his cheek. He wipes it away, but not quick enough.

"Why are you sorry? I'm not what you want anymore," he laughs, but nothing is funny.

Another tear falls and you step forward quickly, reaching up to wipe it away. He closes his eyes under your touch, always loving feeling your skin on his.

"I didn't say that," you say gently, tears welling in your eyes from seeing him like this.

"Just..." he trails off, finally opening his red eyes, "Go ace your Chem final. I'll see you at home in a few days."

He reaches up and grabs your hand, removing it from his cheek. He lays a quick kiss on your knuckles, then closes his eyes again when he lets go of you. Not sure if it's his last time feeling you.

He turns to leave, opening the door up before he turns back to you.

"I love you. I always will."

He doesn't wait for your response, he just closes the door behind him. You turn and look at the nightstand where your ring once sat, wishing to God that it was still there. You want to tun after him, but you know you can't. You two just need some cooling off time, you tell yourself. You'll come back again atfer finals when you get home for Christmas break. He'll hold onto your ring for you, you convince yourself of that.

You can't focus. The next day, you spend all your time in the library, staring at a page in your Chem textbook, and all you can focus on is your empty finger. No pretty ring that reflects every ounce of Rafe's love for you. You check your phone, but all you see is an empty screen. Your wallpaper is a cheesy picture of Rafe holding a wine glass. You took it on your anniversary last year and love everything about it, especially his cheesy grin.

Tears start to form in your eyes, so you do what you have to do. You call him. It rings and rings and rings, then you hear his familiar, raspy voice on his voicemail.

Yo, it's Rafe. Leave a message and I might hit you back.

You close your eyes, those two sentences being the most you've heard from him in almost twenty-four hours.

"Hey," you start your message, "Look, I'm sorry about last night. I really want to talk. Please call me back. Love you, bye."

You sigh and hang up the phone, then look down to your book again. You try and try to focus, but you can't. It just is impossible with everything spinning around your brain. You can still see the look on his face when you said you weren't sure, you can still hear him say 'I love you' right before he left.

And it's all you want to hear again.

You slam your book shut and grab your stuff, then make your way out of the library. Once you get outside, you call Rafe again. You hear the same ringing and the same message from his voicemail, so you leave another.

"Baby, please call me. I'm worried about you. I just want us to talk. Please call. I love you."

You hang up and walk back to your dorm, checking every five seconds to see if he's called you back. You really just want to hear his voice, to apologize, and to be able to focus on Chemistry again. Knowing that Rafe is out there hurting is just too distracting.

You call hm again after you get back to your dorm, giving him about thirty minutes to call back before you try him again. When he doesn't answer, you leave another message.

"Hey," you say, your voice sounding more desperate, "I'm going to call Dad and have him come get me. I'm skipping out on my Chem final. I just want to come home and work things out with you. Call me, please. Love you."

And you mean every word. You sit down on your bed and you remember how Rafe had helped you move in on your first day of freshman year. You remember how he made love to you and how he proposed to you in the parking lot before he left. And you remember all the times he came to visit and you two laid in bed and planned out your whole wedding reception together, laughing and joking about who to invite and who to sit together.

As you sit there and remember it all, remember the kisses and the laughs and the feelings you have when you're with him, you've never been more sure in your life. It's Rafe. It will always be Rafe.

You hear a knock on your dorm room door and hop out of bed, rushing over to it. It's him, you hope. Coming to rescue you, coming to hold you, coming to give you your ring back. You pull open the door with a big smile, only to find your roommate, Alex, standing on the other side.

"Hey," she says, looking confused at why you opened the door like that, "Sorry. I forgot my keys."

You drop your shoulders and nod, moving her out of the way. She leaves the door open as she moves over to her side of the room to search for them. You sit back down on your bed, checking your phone once again. He has to call back eventually.

"You're not ditching your Chemistry final."

You look up and see him, standing in the doorway, staring at you. His eyes are tired, his hair is a mess, and he looks like he's hung over. You don't even want to know where the hell he's been for the past day.

"Rafe," you breathe, hopping up from your bed.

You want to throw your arms around him, hug him, and have you hold him. He stops you when you get close to him, holding out his hand to keep distance between the two of you, which practically breaks your heart in two.

"You're not coming home until you take that test," he repeats, "You've been studying for it and if you don't take it, you fail. So, you're staying. I called your dad."

You frown. This is not how you imagined it. He seems colder somehow.

"Okay," you say, "Fine. But I want us to talk."

Rafe shakes his head, leaning against the doorframe. Alex walks up behind you, whispering she will be back later, and leaves with a quick smile to Rafe.

"I'm giving you your space so you can focus. We'll work on us when you're done with the semester."

He sounds firm, but you know you can win this one. You step forward, so close that he can almost feel your skin on his. Your scent fills the air, and you watch as he swallows his feelings.

"Rafe," you say, your voice soft, "I can't focus on anything knowing that I hurt you. I need to talk about us and figure things out. Please."

"Baby," he sighs, and you know you've won just by the return of your nickname. It's your favorite, which is why he calls you it so often.

"Please," you say, taking his hand. Your fingers wrap through his, pulling him inside.

He groans but enters anyway, both of you knowing that he would do anything for you. The door closes behind him, which you're thankful for. You sit him down on your bed and instantly crawl onto his lap, not caring if that's what he wants or not. That's what you need. Your head buries into his chest and your arms wrap around his neck.

"Baby," he says again, this time with more authority.

You bring your lips up to his neck to soften him up, listening to the small moans that come out of his mouth as you work.

"Rafe," you say against his skin, "I'm so sorry for what I said yesterday."

He hums, so you give him a few more kisses on his neck before you pull back to look at him. He stares at you with soft eyes, and you know you've already won him over. But you still need to say what you need to say.

"Truly, baby. I was wrong. I was angry. You are all I want in this world and I couldn't handle any of this without you. I was acting extremely ungrateful and I'm really, really sorry," you continue, watching him smile sadly at you.

"Well," he smirks, moving his hands from your back down to your butt, "I've always known you're a brat, so."

"Hey," you pretend to pout, but really, you just want a kiss. He gives you a slow, gentle one, one that makes you want to melt into him.

"You are the love of my life," he says, "You could never say anything to make me walk. And I'm sorry for being such a dick yesterday and for not respecting your school. I'm gonna get better. This shit is just hard for me, having you all the way here. I just miss you when I'm home."

You nod, reaching up and brushing his hair away from his eyes with your fingers. Even when he hasn't showered, is in the same clothes as yesterday, hasn't styled his hair or even slept well, he still is the most handsome to you.

"I understand. I'm sorry for being so hard on you," you say, kissing him on the cheek.

He smiles against your lips, bringing his hands up to your face to move you down to his lips.

"Are we okay?" he asks you in between kisses.

You hum against his lips, and he takes that as a yes, so he flips you over and lays down on top of you, kissing you like his life depends on it. He quickly moves down to your neck, his hands going underneath your shirt.

"Oh, my God, I missed you, baby," he tells you as you feel him leaving a hickey on your neck.

"Always marking me up," you laugh at him, feeling him smirk against you, "I missed you, too."

"It killed me not calling you back," he continues against your neck, "But I wanted to do right by you, you know?"

You gasp when he bites you slightly, then laugh when you feel his big grin on your neck.

"That's why I love you the way I do," you say sweetly.

He sits up and looks down at you, smirking widely, "Can you love me like you do right now and then get back to your studying?"

You bite your lip and nod, pulling him back down on top of you.

A little while later, you and Rafe lay naked in your bed, just breathing in the other. Rafe is drawing hearts into the skin on your stomach, leaving little kisses every so often on any inch of skin he could reach with his mouth.

"You need to get back to studying," he says, but doesn't stop with his kisses.

"Can I have my ring back first?"

He looks up at you with wide eyes, wondering if you really mean it. He didn't want to bring up the ring, just in case you had changed your mind about the engagement.

"You sure?" he asks quietly.

You grab his chin and pull him up to you, stroking his hair as you give him a couple quick kisses.

"I've never been more sure of anything," you tell him.

He nods and kisses you again, then hops off the bed and pulls the ring out of the zipped up pocket of his shorts. He grins at you and then jumps back in bed, of course landing on you when he does.

"This is a twin bed, you ogre. You can't be jumping and shit, there's not enough room for you!" you say as you try to free your left side from underneath him.

He moves and lets you get situated, then holds out the ring. You hold up your left hand for him ti put it on you once again.

"Will you marry me?" he asks, and you would've laughed at him if his voice wasn't so gentle and nervous.

"Of course I will, Rafe Cameron," you tell him, smiling.

He slides your ring back on your finger and you somehow feel more complete, more whole, knowing it's there.

"It's never coming off again," you tell him, meaning it.

He kisses you softly, "No, it's not."

Rafe takes a shower and then hangs out on your bed on his phone later on to keep himself occupied while you study for Chem at your desk. You ask him to quiz you and he does, even though he knows nothing about Chemistry.

It gets late, so you tell him you'll study the rest tomorrow and hope to be prepared the following day for the exam. You put your book and notes on your desk, then slide into bed with Rafe, who you made stay with you tonight. Although it didn't take much convincing.

"I can't believe your dad is just letting you take all this time off," you mumble against his chest.

"Hmm," Rafe hums, so you know you're wrong, "I've kinda been dodging his calls."

"He'll be mad," you tell him, and he nods.

"I don't care, though. I got what I came here for."

You spend all day the next day studying in the library for Chem and writing your paper, while Rafe packs your things for you. He figures it's one less thing for you to worry about, and then you can just come with him after you finish your exam. He had told you he wanted to be the one to bring you, his soon-to-be wife, home.

Rafe waits for you outside your building on exam day. One by one, students file out of the building, and he gets even more anxious every time you aren't one of them. Eventually, he stops pacing and sits down on a bench, praying that you do well.

He sees you emerge from the building with only ten minutes to spare, and jumps up to greet you.

"So?" he asks, his voice hopeful.

"I won't know for a few days," you tell him, "But I'm confident. I felt like I had most of it under control."

He smiles, taking your hand in his and kissing it, "I'm so proud of you, baby."

You smile and thank him, then put your head on his chest in hopes that he'll wrap his arms around you. With the amount of stress you've been under the past few days, all you want is just for him to hold you right now.

"I'm so proud of you," he repeats, swallowing you up in his arms.

You breathe in his scent and relax, knowing that even if you fail every class you ever take for the rest of your life, you will always have a place in the arms of this boy.

After a few minutes, you move to look up at him by resting your chin on his sternum, staring up at him. He smiles down at you, running a hand through your hair as an attempt to calm you down.

"Take me home, Rafe," you tell him quietly, and he nods.

He reaches down and takes your hand, leading you away from the building. You two go back and grab the remaining items you need to bring home, the rest Rafe already packed in the truck, and then go out to the parking lot to head home.

You feel relieved, ready to spend some quality time with Rafe and really make sure to work on things so that nothing ever gets bad between the two of you again.

He puts you into the truck and closes your door, then hops into the driver's side. He reaches over and takes your hand, staring at the ring on your finger and smiling softly.

"Let's just elope and get it over with," he looks up at you, already laughing because he knows you'll never agree.

"Yeah, I'm glad our wedding is something you just wanna get over with," you roll your eyes, but can't help your smile.

"You know what I mean," Rafe groans, "We don't need all the bullshit and the drama. I just need you. And a minister."

You laugh at him and nod, understanding what he means. He looks down at your hand in his, at the diamond on your finger, and so do you. You honestly can't remember why you took it off, you just know you never will again.

"A small wedding it is," you whisper.

He leans over and gives you a kiss. Then another. Then another. He pulls away and starts the truck, then looks back over a you.

"Baby, I'll do whatever you want."

That sentence combined with the cheesy smile he gives you afterward is what convinces you that, no matter what, Rafe will always be yours, and you will always be his.

Tags: @cmrxac

#drew starkey #rafe fic #rafe cameron imagine #rafe #rafe imagine #rafe x y/n #rafe fanfiction #rafe outer banks #rafe cameron #rafe obx #rafe x reader #outerbanks rafe #outer banks netflix #obx fic #obx fanfiction #obx netflix #outerbanks netflix

[withoneheadlight]

ok i saw this cap of zoë kravitz in hf and she's got such a dreamy expression, she looks so deeply self-absorbed and infatuated by whatever she's imagining and those lines. and i couldn't stop picturing billy exactly like that for days so,

,

There’s a pretty unusual sound coming off the house when Max comes back home, that summer afternoon.

Full volume. Walls shaking. And she quietly walks to the source of the sound, holding back her breath right in front of Billy's room because, there's this second sound? Stranger and way more unsettling and Max's not sure-sure at first but then Steve Perry’s voice takes off and Billy’s follows it and then he's like, singing along and. Well. Max did know Billy liked Journey but not like, their 'stuff for pussies' but uhm, he does, apparently. Rasps his voice all the way through ‘Faithfully’. Kind of, sighs. Longingly? When it ends? But pfff, ok, big brothers are weird. Definitely weirder after being possessed and then kind of resurrected. Even if it's in a good-weird way but, whatever. So Max's just about to sneak to her room, dutifully rolling her eyes, steps muffled by the first chords of 'Edge of the blade' when―

Click. Click. Billy stops the tape. Click. Takes it out. Tap. Tap. Click. Puts on― Billy puts. On,

Heaven.

Bryan Adams’ Heaven.

And Max―

Being a younger sister is a meticulous kind of full-time, private detective job. You gotta learn how the person you’ve been watching so carefully for years and years works. Hafta develop some sort of―sense about your target. And Billy’s been—un-Billy-like? These past two months. Smiling more. Telling more jokes. Playing ‘You shook me all night long’ in a loop on their drive to school and back, not complaining at all but even joining when’s Max who can’t help but sing along so.

So. She retraces her steps. Knocks. Takes the distracted grunt she gets as a ‘Yeahyeah, c’mon in c’mon in’ and,

Creak. Creak. ‘―baby you’re all that I want’

“Billy?”

Billy’s sitting cross-legged on the floor. Radio close to his knees. Cassettes scattered everywhere. Piles and piles of breakwater surrounding Billy’s old, rusty beacon of sound. He’s reading through the song-list of one of the tapes, a smoke locked on the corner of his mouth, bouncing up and down with every little, absent suck he takes, and he looks. He looks―

Self-absorbed and even. Relaxed. Happy. Like whatever he’s thinking about right now is actually carrying his thoughts away to fucking heaven.

“Ehh”

“Uh-hu?”

‘When you’re lying here in my arms!’

“Billy are you. What―” ‘I'm findin' it hard to believe. We're in heaven’ “What are you doing?”

But there’s this orbit around the sun and then there’s whatever one Billy's been spinning along with the last couple of months so he completely ignores her question. Shakes the tape on his left hand. Picks another one from the pile on his right. Asks her.

“Is Billy Ocean too much? ‘Cause I think it’s too much. But it kind of fits into what I'm trying to say so” he says, shrugs, looking up at Max and waiting for the answer of what she realizes was not really a question. Not at all. So she does her little sister job and just, nods “Right. That’s good. I think it’ll slide just nicely into Bruce Springsteen and―”

“Billy” Max insists, waiting for the charm of the third time to work. It doesn’t. Not really. But keeps Billy's eyes on her long enough to squeeze an “A mixtape?” And, uh. That’s what gets it on. The charm “Are you making a mixtape?”

“Uh?”

And it’s like Max just shook Billy out of a daydream. Ash plopping down from his cigarette as his lips try but can’t purse and Max― she’s good. She’s stellar at this detective thing. Recognizes an opening the moment she sees it, right there in front of her, frozen in the middle of shaking Billy Ocean and Bruce Springsteen in the air right before cocktailing them together. Shaken, not stirred, please. Max’s upgraded to James Bond-level just right now.

“You’re making a mixtape for someone”

“Oh-nonoMaxi―”

“But you didn’t have those tapes before. Not even in your secret stash”

“How do yo―?”

“Holy. ShIT. You’ve been listening to somebody else’s music” This is. Oh, God. This. Is. GOLD. Max gotta take a moment. Blink. Breathe. Process. Her hands move by themselves, palms spread toward Billy in a wait-a-minute kind of gesture except. Max’s gonna need way more than a minute for this “You’ve accepted a music recommendation”

“Maaaaax”

“Gosh, you’ve even listened to the tapes enough to. Make―”

“Max!”

“I just can’t believe it”

And Max was glad. Well. As glad as one can be. Bunch weeks ago. Her mom and Neil out for the day. Coming back home a little earlier than she usually does to hear those ugh. Those other noises. Happy screams. Again. After months and months of Billy being basically alone except for her and the party and Steve. And Max’s so glad, of course she is. But she’s also a little sister. And all this investigation work has a high, rightful purpose.

Make her big brother’s life a living. Hell.

“Oh my god, you must be so gone!” Max brings her hands to her mouth. Takes a deep, deep breath that’s more a poorly restrained giggle. Shoots her index at him “Is it Bon Jovi? What I’m seeing right there? Goddam, Billy are you in lo―”

Bam.

Bam. Bam!

The front door.

What a way to spoil the fun. Max doesn’t have time for this. She’s working.

“BILLY?” comes a voice from the other side “Billy are you in there?”

Steve.

Oh.

What a way to make the fun a hundred times better.

Bam.Bam.Bam!

She’s starting to move to get to the door, sinsonging “Well, I guess Steve’s gonna find out you’re so stupid in love you’re willingly listening to―” when she realizes Billy’s eyes have widened and he’s jerkingly trying to unfreeze, he’s mumbling something in around his already extinguished cigarette in the ways of “Can’t” and “Find out” and “Surprise” and “Fucking help me!” While literally trying to shove the huge mass of tapes under his bed, his tone like hurryhurryhurry!, like he would start gagging and throwing his lungs out at any given minute, so nervous he looks.

So Max doesn’t go for the door. Yet. She basks in the enjoyment.

“Oh, is it a secret romance or something?” She sighs happily, leaning against the doorframe instead. “‘Cause you look pretty worried”

Steve’s banging the door now, voice wavering a little as he asks-shouts “Billy? Billy answer me! Hey, bab―Are you ok?”

“Max, please” Billy begs. Begs. Crawling over to where a Madonna’s Like a virgin is laying with the tape looping slightly out “He really can’t find out”

“What? That you’re in lo-o-oh-oh-OH―”

Billy stops at the tone, right there on his knees. Spits his forgotten cig to the side. And in the instant it seems to take him to make up his mind they both can hear Steve shout “Ok. I know you’re in there!. I’m coming in now!!”

“Fuck! Yeah. I am. Ok?” he looks like he just realized he’s tripped. Blushes. “Making it, I mean”

BAM!

And Ohhhhhhh.

Zero-fucking-zero-fucking-seven.

“Steve,” Max gasps. Because. Hear it makes it like. Easier. To process “You. And Steve”

B A M!

“Yeah, Max, Yeah. And this is a fucking surprise and he’s gonna―”

‘I've been waitin' for so long. For somethin' to arrive. For love to come along’

Ok. Oh. Okok.

“Door!” Max hastens him.

“What?”

“You. Door. Run!” She commands, and Billy― sometimes Max can’t honestly understand how he's got the grades he's got, because Billy blinks, looks clueless “C’mon slow ass. Hurry! I’ll hide all this shit”

And Billy finally gets it. Nods. Slow. Then fast. Stumbles up. Literally runs, to get to the door.

Max still gets to hear his labored “Fuck, pretty boy. “That was really hardcore of you. That's how bad you wanted to see me?” And Steve's own breathless “Really?” Before pushing Billy's room door close with her back, and kneeling on the floor to check for stray, incriminating cassettes.

Pretty boy. Maybe Max isn't as clever as she thought she is. Or hasn’t been doing her job right, clearly.

It's when she’s making ‘It’s a kind of magic’ disappear into the rest of the pile that she lays eyes on it. The case. The J-card written almost all the way down to the B-side already. A mixture of songs Billy's heard so many times there are parts where his tapes screech, and others she'd bet her life he wouldn’t have deigned to listen to. Not ever. Definitely not because―no, for, somebody. Bowie and Cher and Cindy Lauper and Bob Seger right next to Metallica and Guns n' Roses and Meatloaf and― there. There. Almost hidden in the back of the spine. A note. A tiny, thin-lettered thing Max really, really shouldn't be reading but―

‘Thanks for driving me back.

Love. Billy’

But. That's what little sisters do too, she guesses. Intrude. Annoy. Snoop. Feel this sudden rush of relief. Of happiness. When Billy laughs softly, on the other side of the door. When Steve laughs back. Maybe a tear. Or two. But just maybe. She’s really good at this little sister thing, after all.

Hopes for stellar.

,

or: that post s3 where steve lets a camaro-less billy drive him around in his own car "really? again, hargrove?" almost every single day, for months, after he comes back, because "you’re gonna perpetually stick yourself to my ass at least let me do the one thing that frikin’ calms me down" which results in steve resigning himself to deejaying in the shotgun even if "jesus, what's that shit, harrington?" "my car, my rules, sweetheart" which results in billy developing a ‘songs steve harrington is in love with’ mental playlist, realizing he’s probably a little bit in love with the way he loves them and, possibly, a little much love with steve and then stealing steve's tapes one day and,

making a mixtape about it.

(the first of a whole lot, of love letters)

#harringrove #d+mb sh+t i write #but #i had fun! #writing max bc she's my fav <3<3< #and also #dumbstrucklovestruck billy? MY FAV TKVM #also #mixtaping IS an art #xharringrove

[oneforallheadcannonsandshorts]

That anon gave me an idea for a request. How would The First user react of seeing his child after his s/o gave birth and how would he be with his s/o during pregnancy and then how would he be with his baby. Set in an AU where he didn't have to fight AFO also the other users are also alive and react to become uncles and aunts. Hope this isn't too much! I love ur writing! Keep it up!

First User has a child, All One for All users alive AU

Key:

[f/n] = first name

[s/c] = skin color

[h/l] = hair length 

[h/c] = hair color

[e/c] = eye color

A/N: Just to make it easier on myself, I will be referring to the first user as Yuichi. But that is just for this request. Also side note, “Ichi” is the kanji for “one”. Second user will be called Ganji Nishizaka, “Ni” is the kanji for “two”. Third user will be called Wakaba Sans, “San” is the kanji for “three”. Sixth user will be called Okada Roku, “Roku” is the kanji for “six”. 

Possible Manga Spoilers ahead?  

To say that Shigaraki [f/n] is nervous, is an understatement. She’s only been married for nine years to her husband Shigaraki Yuichi and now she is pregnant. And someone people may say that nine years of marriage is the prefect time to be having kids. But [f/n] doesn't think so. Also having a child is a lot of responsibility that not everyone is ready for. 

“Okay little one, how am I going to tell you daddy?” [f/n] wonders to herself as she stands before the mirror of the bathroom. 

“Hey, [f/n] are you okay in there?” Asks her long time friend Shimura Nana. 

“Yeah, be out in a minute.” [f/n] says taking a deep breath. 

[f/n] steps out of the bathroom to see Nana waiting for her in the hall. Nana takes one look at [f/n] before she gasps excitedly. Quickly, [f/n] covers Nana’s mouth. 

“Not a word.” [f/n] snaps in a whisper. 

“Okay, okay.” Nana whispers softly. “How long?”

“About a week. I had been feeling sick and then I went to the doctors early this morning.”

“By yourself?” 

“Yep.” 

“How are you going to tell him?”

“Not sure yet. But just dont say anything okay.” [f/n] begs. 

“Okay.” Nana nods. 

[f/n] smiles softly as she and Nana enter the living room. Yuichi is out with the boys of their friend group; Ganji Nishizaka, Wakaba Sans, Hikage Shinomori, Banjo Daigoro, and Okada Ruko. Apparently it was Daigoro’s idea to have a “guys’ day” and let the girls have time to themselves since they are surrounded by men. And the others agreed since it sounded nice. 

“What do you think the boys are doing?” Nana asks. 

“Probably at a bar.”

“Poor Shinomori then. He’s probably being forced to pretend he’s someone’s man.” 

“You know he enjoys doing that.” [f/n] giggles. 

“Yeah but still. Eventually he’s gonna snap and someone’s going to get sent to the hospital and press charges.” 

“Doubt that. But I get what you’re saying.” 

{A few hours later}

Nana leaves a few minutes before Yuichi returns. Thankfully Yuichi isn’t drunk but there is a huge smile on his face as he sees [f/n]. He wraps his arms around her forcing her into a long hug. 

“And what has gotten into you?”

“Missed you.” He says. 

“Did you?”

“You didnt miss me?” He asks pretending to be hurt.

[f/n] rolls her [e/c] eyes and says, “Of course I did.” 

Yuichi smiles and leans in for a tender kiss. [f/n] smiles into the kiss as she relaxes into his arms. Yuichi slowly pulls away breaking the kiss and stares into [f/n]’s eyes for a moment. 

“So, how was your day with Nana?”

“It was good. We just had tea and talked. What did you boys end up doing.” 

“Daigoro thought it be fun to take us to new club that opened up. We spent about twenty minutes trying to get Roku inside because he didnt look like he was old enough to go in as far as the bouncer was concerned.” Yuichi explains getting [f/n] to laugh. 

“Oh poor Ruko.” [f/n] laughs imagining just how pissed Ruko was and Daigoro, Sans, and Nishizaka laughing their asses off.

“You never did tell me where you went earlier today.” Yuichi says becoming serious. 

“Well, I didnt want to worry you. I went to doctors to figure out what was wrong with me. I should have the tests back by the end of the week.” [f/n] lies trying not to bite her lip. 

She hates lying to her husband. But for now, until she figures out a way to tell him, she is gonna have to. 

{A few days later}

“You still haven’t told him!?” Nana demands over the phone. 

“Nana, quiet down.” [f/n] begs. “It’s not easy. I thought you of all people would understand.” 

“I do. Which is why you should just tell him. You and I both know Yuichi will be happy knowing he is going to be a father.” Nana says. 

“Yeah, yeah I know.” [f/n] sighs. 

“You could always ask Shinomori for advice. I mean that’s how I told my husband I was pregnant by going to him.” Nana explains. 

“I guess it wouldn’t hurt.” [f/n] nods. 

After ended the call with Nana, [f/n] calls Shinomori. 

“Hello?” His deep voice resonates from the other line. 

“Hey Shinomori, it’s me [f/n]. I need your advice on something.” 

“Sure. What you need?”

“Well...the thing is...”

“You’re pregnant aren’t you?”

“Yeah, been for two weeks now.”

“And you haven’t told Yuichi yet?”

“No, which is why I’m calling you. Nana told me that you helped her tell her husband.” 

“I did. With Yuichi, I think the easiest way to tell him is buy a baby outfit that looks like his favorite hero.” 

“That could work. Thanks, Shinomori.”

“No problem. Happy I could help.”

“Also, I have to know, how are you still not married yet? Seriously you’d make a great husband for someone.” 

“I am aware, but I dont think marriage is for me.”

“I understand that, but when was the last time you went on a date or got laid for that matter.”

“Oh, god now your sounding like Daigoro.”

“Hey that’s a valid question as a cornered friend who sees you as a older brother.” 

“Much appreciated and I do see you as a sister. Good luck telling Yuichi.” 

“Thanks Shinomori.” 

{The next day}

Finding the baby outfit of Yuichi’s favorite hero was easy. Now all she has to put is put in a place he’ll find it. That’s when [f/n] recalls that Yuichi has adult onesie of his favorite hero that he wears every once and while. She finds that onesie and lays it and the baby outfit on the bed. She also adds the test from the doctors to confirm it. With that done, all she needs to do now is wait. 

Yuichi comes home from work a hour later. He greets [f/n] like he normally does with a smile, a kiss, and a hug. After which he heads into the bedroom to change and get comfortable. 

Watching him head into their room, she waits for his reaction. Hearing footsteps she looks to see him come back into the kitchen holding the onesie with tears in his eyes. 

“A-A-Are we really?” 

“We are.” [f/n] nods with a smile. 

Yuichi breaks down into tears as he grabs [f/n] into a hug and swings her around. He laughs while she yelps. He plants a kiss on her lips completely overwhelmed in joy. 

{Telling the others}

“YES!” Daigoro cheers. “More children for us to spoil!” 

“About time.” Nishizaka shrugs. 

“Finally mini Yuichis!” Sans jokes. 

“What about mini [f/n]s?” Asks Roku. 

“You’ll both be great parents.” Shinomori says with a smile. 

“Agreed. Picked our the godparents yet?” Nana asks. 

“Shinomori and you for sure.” [f/n] says.

“HAHA Yes!” Nana cheers. 

“I’d be honored.” 

“Hey a kid can have more than two godparents.” Daigoro says a bit hurt he wasn't chosen. 

“You’re the fun uncle remember?” Asks Ruko.

“Oh right.” Daigoro smiles.  

{During the pregnancy}

[f/n] is surprised how much Yuichi involves himself in the pregnancy. Like, WOW, he is involved. He reads a lot of parenting books and researches tons of baby stuff. He brings up a few things he’s learned with [f/n] to see if she might be willing to try them. It’s a little endearing, but [f/n] doesn’t mind. She knows that he is just excited and nervous. 

Also Yuichi has been handling her hormones, carvings, and mood swings pretty well. Of course, [f/n] can’t help but think he might be venting to Shinomori or Nana’s husband to help get through it. And if he is, well [f/n] can’t blame him. 

There is also the fact that Yuichi has taken over getting the baby’s room ready. They still dont know the gender because they want it to be a surprise. 

“H-Hey, Yuichi can you rub my feet?” [f/n] asks as they sit on the couch. 

“Sure.” Yuichi says moving toward her feet. 

“Thank you.” [f/n] says beginning to fall asleep.

“You’re welcome my love.” Yuichi says leaning to plant a kiss on [f/n]’s cheek. 

{When the baby is born}

Needless to say, [f/n] thought she broke Yuichi’s hand during the birth. However she is pleasantly surprised to find that she didn’t. Of course Yuichi admits that her grip did hurt. Holding their, newly born son, [f/n] tries to hold the tears back. 

Their son has his father’s hair, green eyes, but your [s/c] skin and your mother’s oddly symmetrical freckles.

“What do you want to name him?” [f/n] asks Yuichi. 

“Hmm...Izuku.” Yuichi says. 

“After your grandfather?”

“Yep.” 

“Alright then. Shigaraki Izuku it is.”

==========================================================================================================================

Okay, so I probably should have done this headcannon style, but then I thought, why not try writing it as a short? And once I started I couldn’t stop. Also thank you Anon for this request and I hope you like it. 

Master List                     

#one for all past users #one for all #first one for all user #second one for all holder #third one for all holder #shinomori hikage #daigoro banjo #sixth one for all user #nana shimura #mha x reader

[ghoulcouriersix]

Happy Together

Pairing: Female V/Gustavo Orta

Characters: Fem V, Gustavo Orta, Johnny Silverhand.

Tags: Angst/Hurt, Comfort, depression, loss, death, grief/mourning, Johnny is a sweetheart deep down, best friends.

Summary: Cherry shows a piece of her past to Johnny, opening up old wounds in the process. Johnny shows his soft side even if it's only for a little while (this is NOT canon to Cherry's story just a little AU)

The drive up to The Columbarium is always a tough one. On typical sad days it always rains but this time the blistering heat of the sun makes Cherry's skin melt and stick to the leather of her car seat. The mumbling of the radio a pleasant distraction as the looming dread of those tall pillars comes into view. 

"The fuck are we doing here?" Johnny glitches into existence in the backseat making the woman jump.

"Just paying a visit, why are you back there anyway"

Johnny leans over, pointing to the flowers resting in the passenger seat.

"Don't wanna sit on em" 

"Well look at you being thoughtful for once" Cherry scoffs

"I know better than to disrespect the dead, you know me better than that" he declares as the car rolls to a stop. Her hands grip hard to the steering wheel.

"You can stay in the car Johnny I know this shit isn't your thing" 

"You're obviously here to see someone I'm not stupid, you need me and I'm here, always. You know that" 

Who knew this parasite that wormed his way into her head had a heart, even if he's slowly killing her, Johnny is.. something else. There's no romantic attachment but the idea of being alone, no Johnny to wake up to, his snarky comments or the fact he's always there when she needs him. All alone. That made a pit swill in her stomach. She knows at the end of the day it's either him or her but as the days pass by it's getting harder to make that fucking decision. 

"Thank you Johnny, really. I would" she pauses "I really need you" 

"Anytime kid" he then flicks out of existence with a smile.

Her lips itch for a cigarette as the anxiety builds in her stomach, anything to taste the burn of nicotine on her tongue as it fills her lungs full of cancer and satisfaction.

Peeling herself out of the car still fighting the urge for a smoke. Flowers in one hand anger in the other, she walks up the stairs, her heels clicking on the spotless tiles. The silence is deafening, feels like the whole world is zoomed in on her like this is some game. Such a fucking funny game.

She grips the flowers hard as the faint sound of crying comes into earshot. She rushes by quickly ignoring the tears already burning in the back of her eyes, rounding a corner the crying dies down as her destination comes into view. Biting her lip hard she stands face to wall.

"Hey Gustavo, I missed you" her lips twitch. 

Gustavo Orta, the man you always could rely on. Rest in peace.

She sits crossed legs facing the blue plaque. A lonely pot of wilting flowers lean against the wall along with half melted candles, she reaches out and touches the petals gently. Dry but soft.

"I'm sorry the heat got to you so badly, Gustavo would flip if he saw this" she chuckles through the pain as she collects the water jug next to the pot and watches the water slowly trickle down the flower into the soil.

She sets the new flowers next to old, the comparison between the two is too hard to ignore. One discoloured, brittle, starved the other fresh, lively, perky. It reminds her of herself in a way.

"Who's this?" Johnny squats into view pointing at the wall "brother, friend, boyfriend?"

"Husband actually" she looks at Johnny with a small smile and also a little humoured seeing him so taken back.

"You? Married? You don't look like the marrying type Isabella wait sorry Cherry" 

"No, call me Isabella please" she corrects him.

Silence falls between the two, it's awkward the kind of tense that you wish something would happen to break the ice.

"How'd he, you know, don't have to tell me like" he moves into a side sitting position.

"Some Merc zeroed him, had a hit on his head because of a rumour of all things. Saw him with a girl of the opposite family, dad got jealous and tried to have him killed but she got the bullet instead so they sent in a reliable Merc. Grabbed him when he was alone and yea. Had to go identify the body they fucked him up so bad. Not the way you wanna remember your husband's face" she falls silent as the tears threaten to break free.

"Shit, I'm sorry kid I know this sorta stuff I hard to go through, lost someone special to me too so you're not alone" 

"Doesn't get easier does it?" 

He replies to her question with a sorrowful head shake.

"I thought as much, he would've liked you, he had a thing for assholes with a soft center" she laughs as her head rests on his shoulder. He smelled like cigarettes with a mix of sweat and cologne.

"Of course he would've what's not to like about me, everyone warms up to eventually even you" he huffs out as laugh when she jabs his side.

"Wanna smoke?" She looks up at him, his eyes glued to the wall with an unreadable expression.

"Light em up, I'm itching for one. I can feel your eagerness too" she shuffles in her jacket pocket feeling the paper of the cigarette dancing across her knuckles.

Man did it feel good to have that burn in her lungs again, the sweet dull taste washing over her tongue like a tsunami. She remembers how Gustavo's lips used to taste. A kiss so hypnotic it drove her crazy. Soft dreamy hair she ran her fingers through every morning, his gentle touch that made her blush and squirm in all the right ways. She's a complicated woman with two sides. One reserved, hidden away the other outgoing, bubbly and loyal and it made her feel exposed the way he'd crack open her personality and see a side only he got to see.

"So tell me about him, what was he like as a husband?" his hand gently runs up and down her back.

"The best, the fact he had to run a whole gang under his belt but never raised his voice or his hand to me or anyone close to him, sure he got irritated, work got him down and he may have snapped at his members sometimes but he was always smiling and laughing while having that charming sarcastic personality. He was..the best I could've asked for" the tears break through the barriers and run down her cheeks. Dripping on her hands.

"Hey, no tears. We'll get the guy who killed your husband alright? He took something away from you, something important and yea we may have hated each other's guts at one point but Arasaka can wait. You're more important right now" his arm pulls her into his chest gently

"I've got you kid, it's okay. I'm here" he says soothingly as her hands grip onto his tank top. His chest is the perfect pillow to bury her face in and just let it all out. His arms wrap around her body tightly, covering her with his body.

"Thank you Johnny out of all the people's heads you could've infected I'm glad it was mine" she laughs while she wipes her tears away.

"You're welcome sweetheart, you owe me a new tank top though, got your snot n' tears all over me" 

"Yea I um maybe blew my nose on you while I was there" she bats her eyelashes at him in a puppy like fashion

"Disgusting, you're not crying on me ever again" he wipes at his shirt with a annoyed look in his eyes

"Fine, I'll just do it again when you're not looking. Now" she stands and stretches with a yawn "let's get the fuck out of here, I've let all my sad bitch out for the day" 

"I'm gonna nap in the car, think I earned it after all that" he glitches next to her with a smirk

"Okay. Deal. Now get your ass in the car before I change my mind"

"Will do princess" he salutes as he fades back into nothingness.

She quickly bends down, kissing her fingers and pressing it against the plaque. Saying goodbye will always make the hole of loneliness in her heart grow, threatening to swallow her whole but she's got shit to do.

"Sleep well baby, I'll be seeing you soon" she whispers, walking away from The Columbarium once again, Like history on a never-ending painful loop. Stay strong tomorrow is a new day.

End notes: thank you sm for reading my sad bitch shit. I promise next one is gonna be a lot happier and fluffier :3

#cyberpunk 2077 #cyberpunk #female v #fanfiction #mine #Gustavo Orta #spotify #comfort #deprssion #loss #angst #best friends #Fem V/Gustavo Orta

[procrastinating-story-writer]

Bonds that Bind Us

Summary: Odin ordered for Loki to return to Midgard as punishment to atone for what he did in New York and S.H.I.E.LD agreed.

She was not expecting an assignment such as this to fall on her lap but she had nothing better to do. How bad could it be being Loki's warden?

Pairing: Loki x OFC Omidah Penwinkle

Warnings: multiple chapter story, violence, experimentation, language, angst, just to name a few.

A/N: Hello everyone! First off thank you for reading. Now, this story can be found on my AO3 account Onyx_Lenora_Traise and I wanted to post this on Tumblr. Enjoy!

Omidah looked up from the book she was reading when she heard someone call her name. Ever since she agreed (was forced) to live in the Avengers tower, all quiet time and privacy went out the window. She saw her godfather Coulson enter the room, a grim look on his face

(A/N: he's very much alive in this story. Always been one of my favorite characters from Avengers)

"what's wrong? You look real distressed," Coulson sighed and sat next to her, he was not happy with the news he had to tell her but it was Fury's orders

"Fury has assigned you to a mission but I don't think you're going to like it; I sure as hell don't."

Omidah raised an eyebrow, curiosity evident in her eyes, she knew all too well that when her godfather wasn't happy with a mission she had (which was rare), it was dangerous and life threatening and those were the best kind for her.

She giggled, "finally something to do! Please tell me it's really dangerous with lots of fighting,"

Coulson rolled his eyes at her excitement over the matter, she really was a strange young lady.

"Do you remember Thor's brother the infamous Loki?"

"yeah I remember him, how could I not? I nearly whooped his ass when he tried to escape from the helicarrier and I would have succeeded too if I didn't have you to worry about. I still owe him a beating for nearly killing you."

She knew that if Coulson had faced Loki alone that day and gotten the injuries he had without immediate medical assistance, he would have died

"Thor is bringing Loki back here on earth as a punishment from Odin to atone for his actions and he'll be confined to the tower with you as his warden."

Omidah stayed quiet processing the information related to her. She started to laugh. Coulson shot her a confused look.

"Oh my Ra! Do you have any idea how deliciously ironic this is?"

Coulson shivered when his goddaughter cackled (you know that comical laugh in animes when a twisted plan was in place?)

"So when will he be arriving? Where will he be sleeping? I need to prepare....oh my there is so much I need to look after."

Coulson shook his head in disbelief, she was taking this news well, too well for his liking

"Calm down Omidah sheesh, you're behaving like its your long lost friend that's coming for a visit. Why are you so excited anyways?"

She rolled her eyes "It's not everyday you get to meet a Norse god and now I'm gonna know two of them, plus I can finally have questions answered on magic and literature."

"Why can't you just ask Thor about all of that stuff"

"No offense to Thor but he doesn't really know the in-depth knowledge I seek and from what he's told me about his brother, well apart from what I've researched, Loki is like a walking, living fricking Norse encyclopedia. I'm kinda hoping also that he can give me an insight on some of my abilities, still rusty in some aspects.

Coulson give Omidah a have-you-lost-your-marbles-kind of look, she just smiled

"Relax I know what I'm doing, besides he's going to be here for a long time and eventually he will have to talk to someone, so I volunteer as tribute."

"I have to remember to get your brain checked for loose screws"

Omidah faked a gasp and threw a cushion at Coulson making him laugh

"but all jokes aside, I know what I'm getting myself into. The others won't agree with my methods of doing things but I never fail a mission. If Odin is sending Loki here to atone for what he did, he's not going to do so by being distant and locking himself in his assigned room which I have a good feeling he'll do,"

"So what's your game plan then," Coulson asked

"quite simple actually, I'm going to be his friend" she flashed Coulson a smile *any second now 3,2,1.....*

"YOU'RE GOING TO WHAT!?"

.

.

.

.

Sitting in the lounge, Omidah poured over the numerous files sent to her by Fury. The files contained information on the objective of her mission and information on Loki which she didn't need but due to protocol Fury sent them to her anyways.

Getting up and heading to the kitchen, she grabbed a glazed donut and a cup of coffee and headed back to the sofa. She needed to finish compiling her report of how she'll go about executing her mission; leave it up to the Director to give her extra homework. When she reentered the sitting area Tony was reading one of her files.

"If that was meant to kill someone you would be dead right now. Tony why do you have to be so nosy?"

Tony looked up from the file and grinned "If I didn't know any better, I'd say you didn't love me my dear."

"You're like the cousin I never had Tony, of course I love you. It's your need to poke your nose in everyone's business is what errs me," she said matter of factly.

Tony glanced back at the file he just read, an eyebrow arched upwards

"So eye-patch finally decided to give you a mission after 6 months and he felt it was a good idea to have you babysit a temperamental Norse god?"

"I'm not complaining, its better than nothing and besides I'm looking forward to this mission and before you ask why, it cause I think it will be a great challenge for me."

Tony studied her for a few seconds "knowing you and I know you quite well, it's more than one reason. Just be careful okay kiddo?"

Omidah walked over and gave him a quick hug "I'll be fine Tony, what I'm worried about is how you and everyone else feels about having Loki in the tower"

Rolling his eyes Tony flicked Omidah's nose "the hell Tony, what was that for?"

"Just felt like it and we'll be fine just as long as Reindeer games behaves."

She and Tony both knew it was easier said than done.

It took one week for Omidah to have everything prepared for Loki's arrival. Looking down at her watch, it showed half past one. She was informed that Thor would be bringing Loki by two.

Dressed in a simple olive turtleneck sweater and black jeans accompanied by ankle high boots, she stood on the balcony standing a distance away from the helipad.

Shifting her eyes back to her watch which now showed half past two. Omidah groaned in annoyance *Thor is late.....which is not really like him.....what's taking them so long?*

"Well this is very unprofessional, unless Odin changed his mind and decided to keep Loki imprisoned on Asgard." She frown at the idea "Oh goddess I hope that isn't the case,"

Pulling out her work phone she was about to speed dial Fury when a bright light descended from the sky and landed on the helipad. As quickly as it came, it vanished and left standing was Thor and beside him the infamous Loki as Coulson likes to call him.

She breathed a sigh of relief glad they didn't cancel at last minute but pulled a straight face and decided to mess with Thor a little bit for making her wait.

"Thor you are late by thirty minutes and twenty-five seconds, I was beginning to wonder if plans were cancelled."

Thor flashed her a quick grin "Lady Omidah I apologize for the delay but there was a slight mishap before our departure," he grumbled the last part while gliding his eyes in Loki's direction.

Omidah had to refrain herself from snickering. Leave it up to the God of Mischief to cause a mishap

"I see. Well mishaps do happen" she said with a shrug "but you're still late, so to make it up to me, you are not allowed pop tarts for the next week."

Omidah watched as Thor became slightly pale and looked like he was about to pass out. She started to laugh because he just looked like a lost puppy

"Thor I'm joking, I would never deny you pop tarts, you'll simply go into a coma without them but you still have to make up for being late okay?"

Thor breathed in relief and smiled "I'm thrilled that my pop of tarts will not be taken away from me and once again I'm sorry for the delay,"

Nodding she began to walk over to the brothers, a perplexed look crossed her features when she noticed the muzzle around Loki's mouth. The darn thing looked very uncomfortable and she thought it was very unnecessary. It angered her slightly. Wasn't Loki a prince of Asgard? Why was he being treated like an animal?

"Thor I would very much appreciate it if you removed that infernal contraption off your brother and please for the love of the river Nile take off these chains, he looks very uncomfortable. He's not a prisoner in Asgard but a guest in the Tower," She said with a slight irritation in her voice.

She felt eyes on her, so shifting her gaze from Thor she found Loki staring at her in confusion.

"Well if he didn't try to escape the moment he felt the dungeons, he wouldn't be in chains"

"Regardless he's here now so take 'em off, we still need to get him settled plus I need to report to Fury in the next half hour. You and I both know he gets like a cranky old lady when he's kept waiting"

Thor faced Loki preparing to remove the 'infernal contraption' as Omidah called it. Once it was off, the chains were next. Loki gently rubbed his wrists and looked back at the female across from him.

She sent him a gentle smile which only confused him further. He searched her eyes and found no hostility in them, just curiosity and slight excitement.

"Much better, thank you Thor. Well let me be the first to welcome you back to Stark Towers Mr. Laufeyson. My name is Omidah Pennwinkle and I'll be looking over you as you stay here." She grinned at her intro speech and the look of sheer confusion and disgust in Loki's eyes. He really didn't want to be there.

"Come gentlemen, there is much to do and I have...." glancing at her watch she turned and slowly started to walk back inside "fifteen minutes to do so before my boss starts screaming like a banshee in my eyes for reporting late."

The two brothers looked at her retreating form, glanced at each other and followed her through the waiting door. Loki groaned internally, he really didn't want to be there.

#loki laufeyson #loki #loki (marvel) #original character #female character #mcu #marvel mcu #avengers #loki x oc

[fcrmula]

WHOOPS i clicked the unfollow button while trying to send you this ask but!! 16, 17, 18, 19!

i have done that before why'd tumblr put those buttons so close to each other...........

16. Do you prefer long or short replies and why?

it depends! mine are usually a few paragraphs at LEAST, but it's entirely down to "how much CAN i write and how much do i WANT to write". for rp partners it's also situational tbh, though i do think i've got a preference for longer replies when two muses are first meeting and/or it's my first time rping with that specific mun. more comfortable i am with a mun/character dynamic = easier it is to do super short form para

17. What makes you insecure about your own writing?

.... everything? LOL... really the only thing i AM even remotely confident about is my dialogue (i think i've got a strong handle on using it to express personality and even what the character might actually SOUND like), and i've been told i'm good at imagery and setting scenes, but everything else is........ i am just so Not confident at all............... one thing i'm particularly insecure about is all my ;s and ---s. i never know if they actually look okay like that but i'm never sure how else to type it so that whoever is reading it will read it the way i wrote it... if that... makes sense... i'm also pretty nervous about accidentally reusing the same word/phrasing a bunch? especially because i do that a lot when talking casually and it ALSO bugs me when i do THAT but it's another case of "i don't know how else to express what my brainthoughts are"

18. What is one thing you’d wish to see more in the rp community?

more unova rpers haha jk unless...?

let's see though. it's hard to think of things i want to see MORE of rather than LESS... okay i've been sitting here for like 5 minutes and i literally don't have an answer (that hasn't definitely been said already) so i guess my answer really is just "more unova rpers"

19. Who is an author that inspires you?

for specifically, STRICTLY stuff related to rp and ONLY text-based stuff and it also has to be a specific singular author (and potentially an author of a regular-ass novel or something)...? i don't think there is one, but i have plenty of. just miscellaneous Stuff that inspires me in general so i'm replacing "who is an author" with "what is something". the biggest that has actually influenced me to the point of creation--- not just regular fanworks, you'll see what i mean--- is DEFINITELY zero escape. zero escape got me to make an entire text-based adventure with original puzzles, and then later on, I Made A Video Game With Escape Room-Style Puzzles In It. that is a real link to my actual game that i made. the writing style and story isn't necessarily very ze-esque (iwbav is a lighthearted game about making a potion that turns you into a vampire) but i learned that i loved escape rooms by playing zero escape, not to mention i used a track from zero escape for the outdoor area in the game lol. and since it's only a demo you can bet your ass there'll be more ze music in there. it also made me realize how much i love puzzlemaking, and combined with some of my favourite murder mystery games made me realize i liked writing mysteries, so it's not all that far off to say it even inspired the mystery i've got cooked up for this very blog

#﹙ooc.﹚ #﹙asks.﹚ #this is very long which is surprising considering how very little brainpower i have rn #i can only hope it's coherent #normally i would also format this better but i seriously cba i'm so sleepy. i am So sleepy