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uglyducklingofthe2000s · 3 months

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Hello, me again lol. I just wanted to thank you for writing my max request, it was beautifully written and I loved it 😃.

I also wanted to as if it was alright if I made another request if its not too much. Can it please be another max verstappen x reader where its rivals to lovers (the reader can be his teammate or a driver from another team, u can pick), and there's pining from both sides, more so max's than readers. And it ends all fluffy please

Rookies, Rivals, Race Wins & Rogue Crashes - Max Verstappen

We're going with a Mercedes rival and waving goodbye to Lewis as they replace him with y/n!!!! Fr tho when Lewis retires, how cool would it be if they were like "and we're bringing in a female driver"? Also there is some slightly harsh criticism of George in this, don't get mad if you love him. It's nothing personal and its nothing I haven't seen online a million times by this point.

Bitchy!reader (when handling the media trying to rip into her) also completely unrealistic driving capabilities for reader, but like she's amazing and we have to make her someone that Max almost envies for the ability of.

When Mercedes announced that Lewis was leaving his seat in F1, the F1 media, fans and community as a whole was stunned. Too stunned to speak initially and then there was the theorising of who would take the seat, would it be a Williams driver. Perhaps Mick was being trusted with the position.

But nope.

Y/n Y/l/n.

Hardly anyone knew the name, but she was someone a few of the teams had noticed. Lewis gave her name as a recommendation and when Christian Horner had seemed to praise her in an interview last year. Mercedes chose not to lose out on the opportunity of bagging a young driver who stood out for her talent without forcing Mercedes (or any other team) to turn their heads. Instead they looked at her on their own.

They already lost the chance of Lando, Max, Charles and Oscar. With Lewis gone, they took a risk especially pairing her with George who has potential but equally struggles under pressure and can't always manage well in a race. To say Singapore made them doubt he could carry them after Lewis leaves, it would be an understatement and now they've got a rookie who didn't even go through F2.

More of a Kimi story with very few races in a single-seater. The FIA aren't exactly thrilled to allow her a super-license but they let her get away with it.

"So Max, you have been setting record. Going into 2024, now we've got an unexpected addition, y/n, to the grid. Do you think that we might see you be challenged?" The journalist asks as they sit in the Bahrain press conference, y/n smiles and waves at Max as he turns to look at her when they mention her name.

"I don't like to speak too early. But I do believe that I've seen and heard evidence that maybe all the men on the grid should be threatened. Including me. I think for Lewis to notice and then tell his team that she should take his spot, that's a big deal and for Mercedes to follow through on that and clearly they are confident in her abilities which...I can't see a reason for as to why they wouldn't be." Max nods making the rest of the couch seem to agree.

"Y/n, that's a bit compliment to have no only one but two world champions who hold many records in the sport."

"It is, yeah. I mean we'll have to really wait and see. I know pre-season testing can actually be deceptive. I'm looking forward to seeing what the season holds. Hopefully some battles with Max to knock him down a peg or two."

"Wow, that might be warning for some others to not be getting in your way."

"I won't be giving any special treatment." Lando comments from his spot between Max and y/n. "Feel like I'm already in the way for a brawl."

Most of the questions seem to go to y/n or Max. Her as the promising rookie with a lot of expectations and Max as the three time world champion now going into fighting for his fourth.

But honestly every time a question is shot at y/n, even the ones don't try to hide their judgement and attempts to tear her down. She answers without filter, without considering their feelings and basically telling them she's clearly better than them if they're the ones asking questions while she's the one answering them.

"Y/n, just finishing off. Do you really think out of everyone, you really deserve the Mercedes seat?"

"I mean if you were the interesting and talented one between us, you'd be up here with people trying to interrogate you. But instead most people watching probably don't even know your name and you're asking me if I deserve a seat that was not only given to me, but offered with insistence that there was no one else that they wanted. So even if someone else deserves the seat in your opinion, Mercedes didn't want them in the seat."

Jaws were dropped and silence follow that.

"Thank you." Y/n smiles making Max smile, having no reason to be proud of her but feeling an overwhelming sense of pride for the young woman.

The press conference is called to an end and she takes off with a very distressed Mercedes marketing personnel scolding her while Lando and Max walk alongside each other.

"If that's her ruthlessness off the track, we might really need to watch out for her." Lando comments while Max nods a little.

"I think she's planning for that to be the case anyway."

Max kept an eye on y/n through the practices and while Mercedes hasn't built a car that is necessarily the best. It's competitive and in y/n's hands it's looking like it might pose a threat more than it does with George.

Qualifying is where it really matters and Max has made it clear to GP he wants to know where McLaren, Ferrari and y/n specifically are falling.

"Y/l/n, where is she?" Max asks as they finish Q1.

"She's on a flying lap, personal best sector 1, purple sector 2. Waiting for her to-she's...P3. Locked up on the final corner but just managed to not run wide." GP states making Max nod.

"Copy. McLaren and Ferrari."

His race engineer lists off the other position as Max is backed into the garage to wait for Q2.

Y/n makes it through Q2 taking P5 after track limits deletes her best lap. But she seems to be getting more confident in Q3 and just with her banker lap, sets the fastest lap off the bat with no track limits and she's nearly a whole second above Charles at P2 with a 29.8.

"I don't know if anyone is going to beat that she got a 28.9." GP states sounding honestly in shock.

"What did I get?"

"30.0. P4."

Max grumbles beginning to see that y/n might be a replacement for Lewis and she might just completely destroy him in that if this is foreshadowing her season. Then she might be a rookie who takes the championship.

Not only that but she's clearly going to be a threat to Red Bull's streak and she has made it clear she won't be apologising about being a talented driver. Which he can't fault her for, but it's going to be an annoyance for him.

Bahrain is usually an easy-going track for rookies as it's one that is used by some of the support races too. But y/n wasn't int he support races so he thought she might not perform. Sadly, pre-season testing and the practices were apparently enough for her to feel comfortable.

"I'm getting that P1." Max declares to GP as they wait to send him out on track.

"You'll get it."

Max doesn't see it but GP shares a look with Christian of doubt. The car is good, but y/n pulled off a miracle lap. They're not even sure she can outdo it.

After Q3 comes to an end, Max is P2 and P1 is y/n. Starting her first ever F1 race on a pole. An achievement of itself and beating the reigning champion. A promising talent before she got on the track today. But after being on track, she's just proven herself a more than worthy opponent.

"Y/n a pole position in your first ever race. You did something special out there with that banker lap."

"Yeah, well qualifying only counts if I keep the position tomorrow. So we'll see if I can do something special when I need to." Y/n smiles slightly breathless from her team in a frenzy of excitement over her.

"That's a very rational head you have on your shoulders for someone so new and young but we certainly have to credit you regardless. You should be very proud of yourself young lady."

Y/n smiles giving a thanks before she tilts her head for a moment. She gives a quick hug to Max as the two engage in conversation.

"Guess I do have to look out for you and your miracle laps." Max states trying to ignore the feelings of admittedly being impressed by her.

"I think that might be wise for you." Y/n hums as she removes the upper part of her driver's suit.

In the end, neither y/n or Max win the race with Charles instead managing to make his P5 start a win. He does love the Bahrain track and always do well. But she got P3 after Max overtook her in the third last lap. But a P3 on a debut as a rookie with such little experience, she is not going to let it get to her head but equally she's not going to lose confidence.

By the time they get to China, y/n has lost out on any wins but she took a P2 in Saudi Arabia and then again in Japan where she beat Max who didn't even make the podium after being on the receiving end of damage from George who told the team his most famous line "he just turned in on me".

Y/n and Max find themselves yet again in the press conference next to each other, since the two are beginning to be rival pitted against each other.

"Y/n, you haven't got a win but you are proving that Mercedes made a good investment with you. How are you feeling about getting a win?"

"I mean I would never want to assume that it's close. I'm young, I make mistakes and I'm still learning. But I want more than a first win or a singular win. I want to take a win and then collect them like the man sitting next to me did last year. I just don't know if I can do that with where I am now."

"Thank you. And a question for Max, do you think that the loss in consistent competitive form is going to risk you taking the next championship title?"

Another question about how Red Bull isn't beating the rest of the field without struggle like last year.

"No." Max answers simply making y/n smile from beside him and nod in approval of his simply.

The fans online began to notice y/n and Max growing close, mainly because of the consistent number of times they're getting top three positions in qualifying or taking podiums.

But more importantly, they're noticing the way Max looks at y/n is in complete and utter adoration. Every time she puts an journalist in their place (much to Mercedes PR team's dismay) or shoots down attempts at painting her as anything that she isn't.

People are treating her quite like they treat Max. They love her or despise her. And her closeness with Max is beginning to grate even more on those who don't like her.

The drivers love her, though some believe that she is doomed to make a costly mistake soon enough that will be humbling to her F1 experience so far.

"Do you live in Monaco?" Max asks as they walk out of yet another Thursday press conference.

"I do. Only just moved there recently but I do live there now." Y/n confirms with a small smile. "Why...?"

"You should come play padel with some of the drivers and I. We play quite often when we're between races." Max states earning a slightly shy smile. "And if you want a comfortable trip home, I have a private jet and helicopter."

"Oh...is that an invitation?" Y/n questions jokingly while nudging him a little. "You must be wanting to feed those rumours about us."

Max is more than aware of the rumours, mainly because there's been some questions about whether Max has a crush on the young woman. He's yet to properly deny the suggestion but nor has he confirmed it.

"Maybe I do." Max smirks making her head whip around from where she'd turned to look forward.

"E-Excuse me?" Y/n chokes out clearly in shock of his words.

"Maybe I do."

No wavering and no doubt in his own words while she looks at him in shock of his words.

"I-"

"Can just say yes to the padel game offer and come back with me on my jet." Max pushes making her face flush, completely speechless as she looks at him.

Y/n is pulled away before she can properly agree but Max feels confident that he's finally found the courage to say something and confident about the outcome.

Meanwhile, y/n gets through the weekend only managing to actually focus on her job when she's actually in the cockpit.

"Y/n is closing in again. 1.2 behind." GP warns after a few laps following them pitting at the same time.

"You can do this, y/n." Her own engineer, Vinnie states calmly in her ear.

There's 7 laps lefts and if she gets him, he could fight back. If she forces him to defend then it will cost him.

"Gap behind?" Y/n checks making sure she is not about to attack and possibly fail then fall right into someone else's clutches.

"Norris, 5.9 behind. No threat at current."

Not threat at current meaning, take this opportunity and take P1.

Y/n sucks in a breath as she lunges down the inside of the corner, late breaking and managing to get ahead. Keeping ahead of Max is the issue and they're side by side going down the straight.

"You've got this."

"Stop talking." Y/n demands gritting her teeth, she's ahead going into the turn and now all she has to do is focus on breaking DRS. Which is near impossible so defending until that is the case or putting her foot to the floor is the only solution.

She's risking it, her tyre management out the window as she does everything to pull out of Max's reach.

"He's fighting to keep up. Last lap, do not ease up but no risk."

Y/n body is buzzing with adrenaline.

It's in her reach rookie season win, what everyone has said she's incapable of.

But of course, nothing comes easily. Her tyre fails and the car spins, her hands removed from the steering wheel and her eyes clamped shut. It's slowing down but not fast enough and when it comes to a fast stop, her body screams in pain.

The win gone and her car totalled. All in the last seconds.

"Y/n? Y/n, are you ok?"

Y/n takes heavy breaths, twisting the steering wheel upright and pressing the radio button.

"I'm ok." Y/n chokes out, pain encompassing her as she feels emotions catch up. "I'm sorry."

"Help is-

Fingers lift her visor distracting her from the voice in her ear.

"Y/n?" Max questions looking into her visor, the tears shining in her eyes as she drops her head, a sob escaping before she can capture it.

"You-"

Y/n unclips her radio as the medical team shows up, cutting Vinnie's words off. She shoves her steering wheel onto the car then standing up, she's bruised both emotionally and physical as she takes a moment just sitting on the halo.

It takes a few moments, sort of shaking off the initial shock of her crash as she is helped with getting her helmet off by Max and it's then she realises he stopped on track next to her to rush to her aid.

"I'm ok. I'm fine. Really." Y/n insists as the doctors fussing over her while Max stands nearby.

"That's one way to guarantee a win by the way." Max states making her shoot up up to meet his gaze. "I had to pull back to not crash into you. But you got over that line and won."

"I won?" Y/n chokes out earning a nod. "Oh my god, ah! Oh my god!"

Y/n jumps onto the Dutchman and laughing, though the pain ripples through her body before she grabs her helmet and everything else, ignoring the awaiting medical car that wants to drive her and allow her to do the podium before they insist she be checked over.

Her legs ignore the bone deep ache as she sprints to the pit lane tears streaking down her cheeks as she is caught by the Mercedes team.

"I won. I fucking won."

"And you made it the most memorable win in the world." Vinnie laughs as Max appears actually taking the lift from the medical car and congratulating Lando on his P3.

"Didn't take you as much of a hero." Lando comments to Max who just shrugs toff while Lando smirks before y/n appears hugging Lando and congratulating him.

Max is jumped on again held tightly in a hug that he is more than happy to accept.

Eventually interviews are conducted by Jenson and he looks thrilled for her. Just as everyone is.

"Y/n, you just won your first race by literally crashing across the line. That has to be the most memorable and iconic win ever. Never mind the most amazing win as far as first wins go. You literally drove yourself half to death, we could all tell you were willing to risk it to take the win."

"Yeah...I actually thought I bottled it and lost the win. I was sure of it."

"Well you certainly have amazed everyone. I know we are trying to rush this along so you can have your podium celebrations then get yourself to the medical centre."

Max and Lando are interviewed too before they all head up, straight to the podium, skipping the cool down room.

Trophies are handed out, she gets her medal and then the champagne is stayed, her own body and suit soaked with the alcohol before she taps bottles with the boys and swallows a mouthful.

"Can I see you when your debrief is done?" Y/n asks as she walks with Max, Lando already having rushed off ahead of them.

Y/n smiles stepping out of the car as she steps onto the tarmac. Her body has recovered in the past 12 hours since her race winning crash.

Now she's stepping towards Max's private jet to get home to Monaco.

"Flying in luxury might be something I could get used to if this is an open invitation." Y/n jokes before sitting down next to Max. "Oh you have no idea how many edits I've been tagged in of the moment you jumped out your car and rushed to me...It was pretty...tear-jerking."

"Stop making fun. It was a huge crash. I heard later that it was 42g that you took and walked away from-ran away from."

"I guess I deserve more credit and praise then." Y/n jokes before sighing softly. "It hurt pretty bad, but I was more upset because I thought I'd just fucked up a win out of determination to pull away from giving you DRS."

"It is a win for the history books, y/n. Don't underestimate what you did and how much you just changed the sport. A rookie win for a female driver with such little experience. You just changed everything." Max states while she smiles softly. "I am your biggest fan."

"Self-appointed biggest fan." Y/n laughs then resting her head on his shoulder in a comfortable and private atmosphere which makes her feel completely safe to be so affectionate. "I think you might be the best travel buddy too."

And that's how they end up spending the entire flight home cuddled into one another, y/n talking and using the time to get advice and discuss the race. Also making plans together and talking all about padel and the possibility of what it might be like to spend more time together.

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luveline · 9 months

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Thinking about Eddie going out to get dinner while reader is over!! Reader sees a big bug and doesn’t want to deal with it/tries to trap it so Eddie can deal with it, but Roan legit just picks it up and let’s it go easy while reader is like “roan my hero T_T!!!” Reader def brings over presents for Roan the next visit because of that LOL.

thank u for ur request lovely! eddie and roan —your boyfriend's trailer attracts creepy crawlies, but luckily his young daughter knows how to catch them. 1.3k

The thing about Eddie's trailer is that, while he's more than made it a home, it is full of bugs. Maybe because the trailer park is a huge field of grass, maybe because of the forest surrounding, you're guaranteed to find a bug or two every time you visit.

Sometimes you get lucky with small moths to be herded back out of the kitchen door. Occasionally, spindly spiders on lines of sink drop down into the room and are swiftly captured by Eddie in an open palm. You have never, ever faced this particular brand of misfortune before.

"What is that?" you squeal, pulling Roan hard against your chest.

She's small, and before your violent flinch, she'd been quite comfortable sitting atop your thigh, her back to your chest. "Woah!" she says, her voice very high.

"Holy crap," you say, again and again as you shuffle down the couch and off of the side of it.

As soon as you can stand without fearing for your life, you pull Roan to your chest, her short legs dangling from either side of your thigh. Letting your new boyfriend's daughter die via a mysterious bug bite would be extremely uncool. You quite like her, and her dad's fine (you feel this yawning pit at the very bottom of your stomach whenever you think about how much you want this to work, how much you already love them).

"Princess, what is that?" you ask, though as soon as you've finished asking, you realise it's nothing nefarious after all.

She tips herself back in your arms, assessing the bug upside down. "Uh. That's a mildi-pede."

The bug is long and brown, segments of its body curved and multi-legged. It moves with tiny footsteps but makes good progress, crawling across the wooden slates toward the rug.

Eddie is the bug catcher. You're the celebrator —he grabs a cup and a piece of paper to sequester whichever insect has decided it must harass you that night, and you get to thank him for being brave with kisses that are somehow shy and congratulatory at once. You're allowed to kiss him, now, whenever you like, but each one makes your lips tingle.

"You get a lot of those?" you ask.

"You've never seened one?" Roan asks.

You live in Indiana, so of course you've seen a millipede. But, you know, normal millipedes, not mutant ones the length of your forearm.

"I feel like I haven't," you confess, your pulse thudding against your chest.

"Where did it go?" Roan asks, wriggling to be put down on her own two feet. She sounds far more curious than afraid.

You put her down on the rug and peer over Roan's play picnic table cautiously. You're ninety nine percent sure that millipedes can't hurt people, but you're scared shitless anyhow.

"Your dad will be back with Chinese food, soon," you say, stepping backwards as Roan creeps forward. It's adorable. You'd coo if your nerves weren't frazzled. "Maybe we could go wait at the kitchen table."

You'd rather wait for him to come home than deal with it yourself. The thought of somehow touching it makes your skin crawl.

"She's a super duper long one," Roan calls, dropping to her knees.

"Roan?" you call back hesitantly. "Uh, don't do whatever it is you're doing. Come on, I'll make you a fun fruity drink again like last week while we wait for your daddy?"

You bite the tip of your tongue so hard you're sure you've sheared the tip clean off when Roan turns back to you, the wretched (innocent) creature racing its legs uselessly as she holds it up in the light.

You wrap your arms around your own chest. "Holy crap, babe! Put it down!"

"Daddy says the bugs aren't scary, they just wanted to have somewhere warm to sleep!"

"Your daddy is very smart," you concede, strained, easing away as Roan comes closer. The creepy crawly is a contrast to her silky lilac pyjamas and ruffled socks, its armoured carapace shining as it metronomes with each step she takes. "But I'm not as brave as you both."

"If you open the door, I can put her outside," Roan says, as though you're the child and she's the adult, her tone softened by that seemingly endless patience Eddie possesses.

You keep your doubt (your disbelief? your awe?) to yourself and cross the short distance to the front door to open it as she commanded. Roan rushes out onto the small porch and down the steps, crouching in the grass to place the millipede down with the utmost care. It's dark out, and she's unafraid, the path lit only by orange light slipping from inside the trailer and the weak headlights of an oncoming car.

You descend the steps and join her.

"Here you go, missy mildi-pede, back to the grass," she murmurs. The millipede's back legs cling to her hand. Roan runs out of sweetness and shakes her free.

You breathe in the cool night air for a moment, watching with Roan as the millipede crawls out of sight between tall blades of bluegrass.

"You're very brave," you say. You feel a little sheepish to have been rescued by her.

"Daddy says that all the time," she agrees proudly.

You offer her your hand and stand tall together as the headlights become apparent. Your car (with Eddie driving, to avoid a game of driveway leap frog) pulls into the space behind his own. He waves when he sees you both behind the windshield, getting out of the car with the takeout bag looped around his wrist.

"Hi girls," he says, closing the door with his hip. "What're you doing, sending out a search party? I wasn't gone that long."

"I had to– I had to bring a mildi-pede outside because Y/N was scared," Roan says, her sentence punctuated with a roaring giggle as Eddie swoops her up into his arms, takeout bag and all.

"Oh yeah?" he asks, smothering her answer with kisses.

You bracelet your wrist in the other hand sheepishly.

Eddie doesn't look up. You assume you've gotten away with not knowing what to say until he pops Roan on his hip, reaching for you. More shameful than your inability to deal with a bug by yourself is how urgently you step into his side. He wraps an arm around your shoulder, the takeout bag hot against your back, his lips curled into a fond smile as he murmurs, "D'you finally see the spider in the bathroom?"

You tilt your face into his cheek kisses. "No?" you ask.

"I'm calling him Gregory," Roan says.

"He's not that big," Eddie promises, leaning back to stroke your face.

"She saved me from the world's grossest millipede."

"Were you kind?" Eddie asks her.

Roan puts a little hand over her heart. "Duh, daddy."

"She's wicked with them, isn't she? She grabs them like they're nothing," he says to you, his hand rubbing down your arm before he passes you the take out bag. Roan must weigh heavy after a long day; he needs both arms to keep her up. They grin at each other with twin mouths. "She's fearless. Thanks for saving Y/N, babe."

"I like Y/N," Roan says earnestly.

You like Roan too —your saviour. You bring her a big Dotty Dolly set the next time you're lucky enough to be invited over, an entomologist Dolly with khaki cargo shorts and a butterfly net. Roan loves it, and Eddie's evidently appreciative, sitting you half on top of his lap as you watch her tear it open with his arms crossed lovingly over your tummy.

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the-fiction-witch · 5 months

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Feelings

Media The Queens Gambit

Character Benny Watts

Couple Benny X Reader

Rating Sweet + SMut

Requested:

Hey fiction witch, if u can see this I have a request, in the show Beth leaves New York and goes back to her house and when Beth and Benny r on the phone Benny gets upset and tells Beth to not call him, after that happens can u plz make y/n find out that Beth hurt Benny and y/n being her sweet and empathetic self, goes to comfort Benny in his house and yk wtv happens next 🤭 if u can make that story asap that would be amazing thank u 🙏

I shifted my hips from side to side humming along with the tune coming from my record player speaker, My hands in the hot water washing up the dishes and pots from dinner. I jumped as I heard my phone begin its blaring. So I left the last pot to soak trying off my hands on my apron as I scampered my shoes across the floor of my little townhouse I quickly turned down the volume on my record player as I passed the shelf, I lost my footing a little on the rug's stupid curled corner and went tumbling onto my sofa on my back, luckily just beside my phone table so I picked up the red rotary phone from the table bringing it to my ear.

"Y/l/n Residence." I smiled

"Hi y/n" Beth smiled

"Ohh, My my to what do I owe the pleasure, Miss Harmon?"

"Oh you know, nothing unusual. How's queens?"

"Boring. But finally unpacked my last few boxes so shaping up nicely. How's kentuky?"

"Much the same" she smiled "So, I had a question."

"ahh there is the point of your call, of course, ask away"

"You've been to Moscow correct?"

"Yes, I have. I assume there is a follow-up question."

"Yeah, I'm doing a bit of packing. I know everyone says Moscow is cold but... exactly how cold?"

"When they say cold they mean cold beth. It's freezing in Moscow. The snow came up to my knees. I was so cold I ripped stuffing out of the hotel pillow to shove in my bra because I was convinced my nipples would freeze off. and that's coming from a New York girl" I laughed "Pack for ice. Pack for snow. Pack for seeing your breath inside buildings."

"Really?"

"If you're too hot you can always take layers off," I explained

"Fair enough,"

"That all?"

"I had something else to ask too"

"Sure, fire away."

"Did you... Like to fuck Benny?"

"That's a bold question for six pm"

"But did you, when you two were... together?"

I laughed "My darling Elizabeth. Me and Benny never have been... together. Not officially anyway."

"But when you did. Did you like to?"

"Sometimes."

"Sometimes?"

"You can say every time you've had sex you liked it? sometimes stuff's just shit"

"But other than those times"

"I did. Course I did. Benny... is a complicated man"

"How so?"

"Because he's Benny" I laugh "He's weird, he thinks fifteen steps ahead at any one moment, he's passionate and dedicated with an ego big enough to fly himself to Moscow and back, but he's also... you know a man. so he's blunt and simple, and can't see a hint five inches in front of his face." I explained, "Why?"

"I think. it might be over."

"Over? Did it ever begin?"

"I mean... kinda. sort of. It's complicated."

"Beth. What happened?"

"So you know how Benny's been bugging me to come to New York"

"Yes. Because he misses you. That's his way of saying that."

"Yeah he even told me"

"He told you he missed you?"

"Yes"

"And you did what?"

"Nothing."

"Nothing!"

"Yeah I mean we called a little more but not much else. and I kinda... pissed him off"

"What did you do?"

"I gave the church the money back. I tried to ask him for money. if he wants to come he can help me pay for it right? he flipped out and told me not to call him again. That was... two days ago and he won't answer the phone. Guess I'm just kinda..."

"You're serious?" I sighed

"Yeah."

"Okay... I have not got time to deal with you" I sighed sitting up normally "All I'm gonna say is you've fucked up Beth. And I am going to clean this up, not because I want to help you. But because I care too much about Benny. I will call you later and we will have a chat" I told her before hanging up the phone

"Fuck..." I sighed "Harmon, you do make my life difficult" I grabbed the phone again and dialled the number for the Brooklyn basement listening to it ring but no answer, I tried again but still no answer, I gave it one more try but still no answer.

I gave up setting the phone back on the receiver and I got to my feet untieing my apron throwing it on the kitchen table grabbing my handbag making sure to grab my spare key. changing my shoes and slipping on my gloves before rushing out locking up my front door as I scampered down the steps of the stoop I unlocked the door on my little red mini threw my bag on the passenger seat quickly started the car up and scampered through the New York streets using all the little cut thoughts I knew to travel the six miles from my townhouse in queens to the basement in Brooklyn. I pulled my mini up behind the little blue Beatle parked and grabbed my bag climbing out of the car and heading down the little foul-smelling stairwells until I finally reached the metal door giving it a firm few taps. No answer came. but I could hear noises from within. I knocked much louder but still no answer came.

I rolled my eyes grabbed the spare key from my handbag forced it into the lock and opened the door shutting it behind me immediately I could tell things weren't good.

This apartment was dark, gloomy and damp as usual, bottles littered his table enough you could use them as pieces in a chess game, and things haphazardly moved around the apartment. And Benny amongst it all. Barefoot. Black jeans tight to his body, his belt gone, his black turtleneck on with his sleeves rolled up, frustration across his face, a beer in hand that he finished and there across his apartment smashing it on the wall.

“Benny?”

He ran a hand through his hair and glanced up at me “Hey y/n.”

“How are you feeling?”

“I'm fine” he snapped grabbing a cigarette from his table setting it in his mouth and lighting it up with his old Zippo

��Benny.” I glared

“I'm fine.” He snapped

“Beth called me.”

“Did she now? You come down to tell me I'm an asshole”

“I don't make judgements till I hear both sides” I answered “So, tell me what happened.”

“So it fucking -”

“Calmly.”

“It's over. I'm done with her. I have put up with so much shit from her. She treats me like a doormat, and only calls me when she needs something. Well she can go fuck herself” he says pacing around his apartment

“Okay, what exactly happened?”

“She gave the money back. Asked me to pay for us. She ignored everything I told her. All because she didn't want to sign some worthless bit of paper. Now I can't go to Moscow with her. Fine, she clearly didn't want me with her anyway.”

“Alright, and you told her?”

“I told her not to call me again. She wants to do this on her own fine. She can. She won't hear a word from me, but she can fuck off if she wants anything.”

“You've been ignoring calls?”

“I didn't exactly feel like talking right now”

“Alright, go get changed and I'll make you some tea”

“I don't -”

“Benny. Don't make me bonk you with a spoon”

“Fine I will get changed” he sighed going to his room “and make coffee.”

“No tea. Coffee will keep you up and you do not need more energy right now” I explained going and making some nice tea one for me and one for Benny taking and sitting them both on the small table in the centre of the living space, as well as a glass of water I took a small dustpan and brush from the cabinet and cleaned up the broken glass from the bottle as well as any other little mess that littered the apartment. I went to the small record player beside the chair and for a moment flipped through his small collection grabbing a nice album of some gentle swing music adding it to the player letting it spin and turning it down to almost nothing, and I took a seat on the pile of pillows he used as a sofa. Soon enough he returned with a fresh set of clothes, some new jeans, a black T-shirt and his green button-down

“There you feel a little better now?”

“It is nice to have some fresh clothes on” he grunted back

“Come on” I offered patting the pillow beside me

“I'm not in the mood y/n”

“Benny. Come here.”

He rolled his eyes but came and sat beside me still as angry and frustrated as before leaning his head against the exposed bricks

“Good, now when did you last drink something?”

“I'm not thirsty”

“Did I ask that?”

“No”

“When did you last drink something? You're only going to give yourself a headache” I told him, offering him the water but he turned away “Hydrate. Or I will hit you with a spoon”

He took the glass and had a sizable sip

“Thank you, now come here and talk it out”

“Y/n I know you mean well but I’m-”

“I will get the spoon in a minute.” I warn “Come” I demanded patting my thigh

He rolled his eyes but leant over so I wrapped my arms around him letting him lay his head in my lap “I don't see how this is going to help”

“You need to acknowledge and work through your feelings”

“I don't have feelings. I'm a man.”

“Ohh no you don't have feelings. That's why you've been spending your days in a dark basement drinking like a fish and frustrated smoking. No feelings at all” I smiled gently petting his soft fluffy hair

“I don't need to work through my feelings.”

“Yes, you do. Otherwise, you're just going to be angry forever. And god knows I can't deal with that” I laughed

“Fine” he sighed

“Take a moment just to clear the brain” I smiled playing with his hair in all the usual spots he liked me too

“My brain doesn’t clear.”

“Then hyperfocus. On the ticking of the clock, the nice gentle music, clear the mind of all other things and just exist for a moment”

We sat for a few moments just enjoying the quiet of his basement, the gentle hum of the music and the rhythm of our breaths

“Okay” He nods sounding far calmer than before

“That help?”

“A little”

“Okay do a Big breath in.”

“Why do I-”

“Benny” I warned so he did as I asked “Big breath in. And back out. Another one in… and another out. Okay? Feel a little better?” I smiled walking him through it a few times

“A bit”

“Are you calmer?”

“Somewhat”

“So, tell me what happened”

“You going to tell me when I’m wrong?”

“No. I'm not going to say anything you just explain and I will listen.”

“I try asking her for months to come up to New York, actually spend some time together, no she's busy she needs to do this, she needs to do that, she ghosts me for six months, okay I try asking to go to Paris with her support her with the tournament, no she's going on her own, she can't afford to take me too, so fine she goes on her own only when she's fucked herself up so bad she looses her tournament and has headlines everywhere she was drunk as a sailor then! I got a call. I try to be supportive and offer to pick her up from the airport. No, she wants to be alone. I try to talk her through everything and offer her a safe space, so we can be together and work stuff out, no she wants to be alone. She wants to drink. Fine, I try! I try and say she can drink so long as she came here no she wants to go and get drunk. She goes home to Kentucky and ghosts me again. She calls me finally because she wants my advice and again I try to get her to come here, I try and be nice hell I told her I fucking missed her nope she wants to stay on her own meaning she wants to fucking drink. And again I'm ghosted. She completely ignores what I tell her to do. She gives the church their money and calls me up like I'm the problem! Like I haven't spent the last year waiting for your phone calls like some abandoned puppy! Says she's paying her own way to Moscow and can't afford to take me with her, if I wanna come I need to pay, when she knows full well I don't have two thousand dollars laying around to jet off to Moscow. Accused me of gambling it all away. So fuck it. Fuck her. She wants to go and her drunk and fuck her life up that's her decision she's not taking me down with her. I'm not staying as her fucking doormat fuck to treat her how she wants. If she'd rather get drunk than be with me fine I hope she and her bottle are happy”

“How did that make you feel?”

“Like shit.”

“Benny, feelings are not shit. use your words. Not just your swears.”

“Like… why should I bother you know? Like I'm trying so so much and you're giving absolutely nothing back. And that makes me feel like I'm the asshole for wanting anything”

“You're not an asshole for wanting acknowledgement Benny. You've done a lot for Beth and it's not easy for you to be emotionally numerable”

“Exactly! It's like you bare your fucking soul to someone and their response is okay cool. What else? Like I don't know what more you want from me. Am I being a dick? Asking for too much or something?”

“I don't think so, I do think you also need to respect Beth is also not an emotional person. The two of you aren't going to have a great emotional conversation because neither of you are good emotional communicators and that's fine some people aren't, but it would seem you are putting a lot of effort in, now Beth may not see it as a lot of effort in her mind and may not be seeing how much effort that Is for you and not appreciate it as much or it could be that she just expects more. and if you can't give her that then you can't there's nothing wrong with that Benny”

“Do you think I'm an emotionally distant person?”

“You can be. You're… very practical Benny. You're emotional to the extent of practically, when emotions aren't useful you don't bother to express them. But I do think you not in the wrong here you've made a lot of moves to be more outwardly expressive and it was clear you were upset long before this” I explained “I think, and of course, you don't need to take my advice. But I think you and Beth need time apart I think you both need to not see one another, not speak to one another, for a couple of weeks I think you both need to separately decide the kind of relationship you want together. If you want to have the kind of relationship where you call every other day and talk or if you want a relationship where you talk every six months how much emotional investment you each have needs to be equal and it clearly isn't so I think spend time apart to think and when she gets back from Moscow you two need to talk and see where you go from here.”

“... Your right.” He sighed sitting up “Where did you learn all this stuff anyway?” He asks having some tea

“Therapy. You know that thing I keep telling you to go to”

“I don't need therapy”

“Everyone needs therapy, Benny.”

“I don’t”

“Yes, you do.” I told him “You have a lot of untapped emotional issues rattling around in that big head of yours” I told him having some tea “And I’m boarder line convinced you have… some type of-”

“No I don’t” he snapped

“Benny you hyperfocus on chess, don’t understand your own emotions, freak out when someone tries to touch your skin, and use your rings like fidget toys… and you don’t think there might be a possibility you could have some form of -”

“No.”

“Fine, fine. I’m not going to argue with you” I giggled “You should go to therapy though Benny.”

“Ohh what because I have ‘emotional trauma’?”

“Yes. you do.” I told him “Even if it's just having someone to talk to, to rant about your problems”

“That's why I have you”

“I'm not your therapist Benny”

“Sorry”

“It's fine” I smiled pressing a kiss to the top of his head “You really liked her didn't you?”

“I did. I kinda thought we were the same. Maybe we're too much alike”

“Do you think maybe… you're seeing the bad things in Beth that you see in yourself?”

“Kinda. I think it's … made me realize how bad it is to be on that side of it. To be the one waiting by the phone on the promise of a call that never comes. I think I'm .. trying though. I can see how bad it is and in trying to fix it but just feels like bailing a bucket out a lake”

“Well, baby steps. Just the fact you see it and are making steps is still better. You're never going to bail the lake if you don't start with a bucket”

“I guess so. It makes me wonder… how she sees me. I know officially we didn't label anything but, I kinda think she just saw me as a chessboard that could make her cum”

“What did you want her to be?”

“....I don't know. Guess I wanted someone to call. Someone to spend time with. Someone who wants to talk to me. Listens to me. Makes me feel like what I say makes a difference. Like I Matter to them. Someone who gets excited about spending time with me, who wants to be with me not because we might play chess or we might have sex but just because we like being together”

“You ever tell her that?”

“No.”

“Then … you can't expect her to give you that Benny. She's not a mind reader. She doesn't know that's what you want same as you don't know what she wants. You two are both people not great at emotions be the best course is to straight forward sit her down and say that's what you want and if that's not what she wants you can either try to find a middle ground or that can be it”

“Your right. But I don't want to see her. Or talk to her. I don't completely want to think about her but there's no getting out of that” he explained lighting another cigarette “But I'm done. Unless she's willing to try I don't want anything more than to be her friend”

“If that's what you want. That's what you want” I smiled taking the cigarette from him putting it out in the table’s ashtray “You’re not smoking because you want it you smoking because your frustrated.” I laughed

“Your therapist tell you that too?”

“No. I just know you, Benny. Besides you’ve been doing really good. Don’t destroy all your progress just because you’re mad” I told him

“You rather I drink?”

“I’d rather you have healthy coping mechanisms but you know… baby steps.” I smiled “You feel a bit better? Got all that off your chest?”

“Yeah. Thanks y/n.”

“Your welcome” I smirked having some tea “It's kinda funny”

“What is?”

“That's exactly what I wanted. Back when we …”

“Really?” He asks

“Yeah. I'd have killed for you to want to spend time with me without it seeming like I was dragging you away from something you wanted to do more”

“.... Fuck. I was a dick.”

“You kinda were.” I laughed “But we wanted different things that's okay”

“I feel like shit. Maybe things would be different if I figured out this is what I wanted”

“Maybe” I shrug “But you didn’t want that then that’s fine you can change your mind as life changes, that wasn’t the sort of thing you wanted then”

“You’re a very emotional person. I think I struggled with that”

“I can be… overly emotional. In working on it. Trying not to overthink everything so much.” I said “How do you think it felt for me sitting here miles deep in overthinking as to why you weren’t talking to me, that you were mad, that I did something wrong, all the while you just sat there playing chess completely unaware I was even upset being quiet because… you like to sit quietly.”

“I saw you were upset… when it was too late. By the time I picked up on it you crying so far down an emotional rabbit hole even if I did know How to deal with it, it was kinda too late”

“And yes that is on you for not noticing my emotions but also on me for not being clearer with them, literally could have fixed all my overthinking with, Benny are you mad at me? But no I wanted to sit there pouting getting more and more anxious waiting for you to figure out that I was worried.”

“I always felt like a dick for asking you what was wrong,”

“Because I wanted you to pick up on it. I didn’t want to tell you I just wanted you to pick up and fix it. And that's on me. That was my issue and I’m getting better. Can’t expect people to know everything. But you're getting better too, learning when people are upset being more outwardly emotional if you need a little coaxing.”

“Or threatening”

“Everyone is different Benny. The sooner you realize that the easier life is. Everyone you speak to, and everyone you see is completely different we all think differently, behave differently, and have different responses to things, and no one can read minds. We all need to give each other a little more slack because we don't know what's going on in their head and they'll never know what's happening in ours. Some people can read emotions across your face like a book, some people need to be told or they'll never learn. I was an emotionally overthinking young woman craving emotional intimacy without having to ask for it. While being in a non-official relationship with a man who can't read emotions, has a hard time expressing his feelings and craves reassurance. On top of the very basic one, what's to fuck one wants to love problem. You surprised it went south?”

“I crave reassurance?”

“Benny. You're a chess player who dresses like a goth pirate.”

“Point taken”

“It's fine people grow and change neither of us are the people we were then”

“That's true” he nods “Can I get the number for your therapist?”

“Why?”

“He sounds good. The fact you rattled all that off is pretty impressive”

“Find your own therapist. Don't want conflicts of interest”

For a moment he was puzzled “You talk about me in therapy?”

“Yeah”

“God was I that much of a cunt?”

“No. You’re my friend. Our lives are very intertwined is all” I laughed leaning on his shoulder

“that’s fair” he laughed “... Do you think I ask for too much? With Beth?”

“I think… you ask for more than she's comfortable with. Let's face it Benny your fighting against an addiction. You might have an ego and you might love chess but you're not physically addicted to it”

“I just feel like in trying so hard, pushing myself so far beyond what I'd normally be comfortable with the least she can do is try”

“if that's how you feel. Then I think she should respond to that”

“I'm not a dick?”

“I don't think so” I smiled

“Thanks y/n. I'm really thankful you came over”

“Well I can't just leave you someone has to try and get you through these gross… feelings you're not used to”

“Can you stay?”

“What?”

“Can you stay? I don't think I wanna be on my own tonight”

“Of course Benny”

We stayed up a little long chatting about things but soon it came time for bed he put up the air bed for himself and I took his bed even if I argued but he let me have it.

I changed borrowing one of his shirts for the night getting cosy in the warm bed.

The lights out the only sound the occasional sound of the New York cars above the basement.

I was about to drift off when I perked up hearing the creek of the door and soon enough the covers moved and Benny crawled in with me

“Hi”

“Did you want your own bed back?”

“No, I just… I don't wanna be alone right now” he says slowly wrapping his arms around me and pulling me tight to his body my hips to his my back to his chest squeezing me almost like I was his teddy bear

“Okay Benny, you don't need to worry I'll be right here,” I reassured letting him squeeze me tightly to his body, he held me tight pressing his lips to my shoulder

“Can I get my anger out?” He asked

“Alright” I nodded

He moved and pushed me down on my back “Are you sure?”

“I’m sure,” I nodded

He nodded and leant down to nibble and kiss my neck, before he pulled down his boxers and tugged off my panties, he started off gently slipping himself inside me he held my hips firmly digging his nails into my skin as he aggressively thrusted, often bitting his lips and gritting his teeth letting out his frustration and anger though the movement of his hips. He began to slow so I smiled and held his hips gently turning us so he laid on his back and I sat on top of him gently moving my hips slowly “Reveling in your anger is not going to make you feel better” I smiled stroking his stomach as I moved

“I know. I just wanted to get the anger out” he sighed moving his hips with me

“Wouldn’t this be nicer?”

“It is much nicer.” he smiled “Nice and calming” He cooed sitting up a little and wrapping his arms around me to pull me into his chest for an intense kiss I smiled into the kiss as I moved my hips faster trying to match his own speed getting more and more intense the longer it went on I knew I was close starting to nibble on his neck as I began to slow getting close to my edge he noticed and smirked making sure to work as hard as he could letting out the last of his frustration until I reached my peak biting his neck as I did which in turn got him to his own edge burying himself deep inside me and riding it out before he collapsed against the bed and I basically fell off onto the other side

“Feel better now Benny?”

“Yeah” he nods between gasps “That is way better than therapy”

“They're not mutually exclusive Benny.”

“I still think this is better”

“You can’t just ignore your feelings and deal with your frustrations through sex” I told him

He smirked and turned over to spoon me “Did it work?”

“...yes but?”

“Did it work?”

“Yes.”

“Then I'm gonna do it” he shrugs

“Alright Benny, if that’s how you wanna deal with your feelings” I laughed “Come on, let's get some sleep”

“Alright, Night”

“Night” I smiled giving him a little kiss before we cuddled up and drifted off to sleep.

I yawned as I woke up I gently pushed Benny’s arms off me climbed out the bed and headed across the apartment, I went to the kitchen and began to make coffee humming to myself a little.

“Morning,” Benny spoke up from the bedroom door

“Morning, How are you feeling today?”

“Better. Much better” he smiled coming and wrapping his arms around me giving my neck some kisses “You always make me feel better”

“I do?”

“You do. I’m sorry”

“For what?”

“For being a dick, when we…” he began “I realize it and I’m sorry”

“That's very sweet. Apology accepted. I’m sorry for how I was too”

“Apology accepted” he smiled

“I’m sorry you’ve had to deal with the shit from Beth”

“It’s fine. I know how to deal with it”

“Oh?”

“She can find another doormat. She wants to drink and wants to go on her own she can. I don’t want that. We can be friends if she wants but nothing more than that. I don’t feel like I want anything more”

“Okay. I’m proud of you, for expressing your feelings” I smiled

“Did you wanna stay for a while? Spend some time together?”

“Is that also part of you dealing with this?” I giggled turning to face him

“Kinda. But Now I know what you wanted. And I want that too. Maybe now we're a little older we’ll be better, more communicative, better with our feelings. So? Did you wanna try again?”

“On one condition.”

“Oh?”

“Go to therapy, Benny.”

“Do I have to?”

“Yes.”

“How much therapy?”

“How about one session, one date.”

“Three dates one session”

“Two.” “Deal” he smiled pulling me into a sweet kiss “Will you help me find one?”

“Yes, I will.” I giggled “Come on we’ll have coffee and a cuddle”

“Sounds perfect”

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Hi ! How are u ? can i request i fic about neteyam having a big crush on y/n and she doesn't know abt it at all. And he ask for some advice to Loak. So he tries to tell her and show her that he is in love with her but fails everytime. Like idk where the story could go but i would like if it is just pure fluff with a deeply in love neteyam . 🤞🏻 ( it can be a little heated tho 🥷🏻 )

if you're okay with it ofc ! Have a great day 🤞🏻

Truth or Dare

~AGED UP Neteyam x Na’vi reader

~Fluff, a lil touching

~Proofread?-no

~Note-I really like this request and hope I was able to make your idea come to life!

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You were the prettiest girl in the entire tribe. You were kind inside and out, amazing with kids, and had the most infectious laugh.

Neteyam’s eyes constantly lingered on you when you were in a room, he couldn't help it. You had to be handmade by Ewya, you were always so pretty, so perfect.

Neteyam would constantly be stepping over his words when he was around you or even if someone else brought you brought, “oh look, it's [Y/n],” Neteyam immediately touched his hair making sure he looked good, “where?”

Lo’ak laughed watching his older brother, “looks like someone has a crush,” Neteyam immediately covered his mouth, “shut up, asshole!” He was just finding the courage to speak with you there was no way Lo’ak was going to ruin that for him.

Lo’ak licked his palm to make him let go, “i’m just stating the facts, Neteyam! Every time she is in the same radius of you, it's like you can't even think anymore!” Neteyam hit the back of his head telling him to shut up, “you should just speak to her, like right now, [Y/N] CAN YOU HELP US WITH SOMETHING!”

Neteyam’s eyes widen, “dude are you fucking crazy,” your head face coming to them quickly, “what do you need?” you smiled at them making Neteyam’s mouth go dry. Lo’ak nudged him, “oh well, uh, you know.”

Neteyam stepped back causing him to fall, which made you laugh. “Omg are you okay?” you laughed as you tried to help him up, Neteyam was mesmerized how could you laugh and still look so perfect, “dude,” Lo’ak laughed himself.

“I’m fine!” Neteyam got up as he noticed tears puddling in your eyes, “you're so funny Teyem!” you turned to walk away, “I’ll see you both at dinner!”

“She thinks i’m funny?” Neteyam literally had hearts in his eyes, “bro you have to help me,” Neteyam followed Lo’ak who groaned, “you know how to speak to girls, please,” Lo’ak shook his head.

“I’ll do your chores for the next month, please i’m desperate,” Lo’ak thought for a minute, “next two months,” Neteyam nodded, “deal,” they shook it and Lo’ak put an arm around Neteyam, “women love gifts and a man who has a way with words.”

Neteyam nodded, “you wanna woo [Y/n]? Write her a poem, make her a gift promise you big bro, she’ll be putty in your hands.” Neteyam sighed, “what should I get her?”

“Flowers, every girl loves flowers,” Neteyam nodded, “what should I say in the poem?” Lo’ak shrugged, “talk about her best features, what makes her so pretty.”

Neteyam thought, “well, her eyes are like stars,” Lo’ak put a hand over his mouth, “I don't wanna hear about it, tell her!” Neteyam took his hand off his mouth, “whatever loser.”

“This loser just got you a mate, should be thanking me!” Kiri walked in laughing, “Your first mistake was going to that loser,” Neteyam looked at her, “I’ll take my chances.”

Neteyam stood in front of the place you were helping, he had tried to find the prettiest flowers he could but they didn't look the best, “here goes nothing.”

“Neteyam!” You waved at him as he walked over to you, “what brings you here?” Neteyam rubbed the back of his neck, “I just wanted to show you these!” he showed you the flowers, “omg who could do such a thing!”

Neteyam's mouth clamped up, “these poor flowers, you know I never understood why someone would want them as gifts.” You placed it on the table, “just a bunch of dead weeds!”

Neteyam crumbled up the poem he wrote while he smiled at you, “I was thinking the same thing!” you nodded at him, “omg i’m so glad we agree everyone else thinks I’m crazy!”

You placed your hand on Neteyam, “you know whoever ends up with you is one special girl!” you then hugged him, “see ya later!” Neteyam smiled as he watched you walk away, he was never taking advice from Lo’ak again.

“She hated them,” Neteyam hit Lo’ak in the back of the head, “how was I supposed to know?” Neteyam groaned as he heard Kiri’s laugh, “told ya!”

Neteyam got up and walked to her, “what do you think I should do? Make her another gift?” Kiri shook her head, “you're doing too much work, just tell her straight up.” Neteyam looked at her confused, “wouldn't she rather I make her a gift?”

“No, she’s a simple person, if you are honest with her I promise she’ll appreciate it more.” Neteyam nodded, “where is she now?” Kiri smiled, “probably by the storage room.” Neteyam left in a hurry to catch you, “what a fucking idiot.” Lo’ak snickered.

You were packing some food when an older woman tapped you, “be sure to be out here quick, we close the door so no one can get to the food, especially the little kids,” you smiled brightly, “okay!”

She left and you went to go put away the last few items when you saw Neteyam, “funny seeing you here!” You laughed, “what do you need this time?”

Neteyam shrugged, “oh ya know, just hanging around,” you nodded as you put the last plate of food away, “let's go do something more fun,” Neteyam went to speak but accidentally dropped cans of food, “you’re just clumsy today!”

“I guess I am!” you both bent over to pick them up, not realizing the door was covered by rocks, nobody was getting in and nobody was getting out. “I actually wanted to tell you something.”

This was the moment he was finally going to tell you how he feels, you walked towards the door before attempting to open it, but it wasn't moving. “I can't open this door.”

Neteyam went over to help, “well, you know I’ve been meaning to say this for-,” when he tried opening the door and it didn't move he shut up, “I think something blocking the door.”

“Crap, they must've thought I left already,” Neteyam noticed how you sat in defeat, “they're not coming back for another hour,” Neteyam sat down, hopefully, this works out to his benefit.

Neteyam rubbed the sweat off his forehead, he had never been so nervous in his life. “You okay over there?” you questioned him but he just smiled, “yeah just a little hot.”

“It’s cooler over here! Come sit next to me,” you patted the spot in the floor next to you which he gladly took. “Let's play a game to pass the time!” You smiled big at the idea.

Neteyam just nodded, “let's play truth or dare! I heard your dad talking about how he used to play this all the time!”

You squealed making Neteyam crack a smile, your happiness fell off you making him happy, “okay I’ll go first, truth or dare?”

Neteyam thought, “truth,” you gave him a boring face, but he was playing it safe he didn't want to end up saying anything weird and make this already awkward situation more awkward.

“Hmm, what is the thing that makes you most happy?” he stared into your eyes, and the only thing that came to his mind was you. It didn't matter wherever you two were doing but you always knew how to make him feel special.

“The stars,” half-truth, half lie the stars reminded him a lot of your eyes and how they sparked the exact way, you smiled big at him, “look at Neteyam being a big softie!”

“Truth or dare?” you smiled, “I’ll be like you, truth!” Neteyam thought, he wanted to ask who your crush was but he didn't wanna seem intrusive, “what's your favorite thing to do?”

“Learn new remedies with Kiri!” Neteyam eyes widen, “really?” you nodded, “I’ve always been so obsessed with becoming a healer, i’m actually somewhat good!”

Neteyam wanted you to be his Tsahik, he wanted you to be his everything, “now, ask me what you really wanted to.” Neteyam looked at you crazy, “I know that's not what you actually wanted to tell me! Your face is so readable, Teyem.”

Teyem. That nickname was going to be the death of me, “who's your crush?” he watched your facial expressions, and he immediately took his words back, “you know you don't have to say it i’m okay-,” you cut him off, “you.”

His world came crashing down, his heartbeat filled his ears as his eyes bore into you, “what?” you laughed watching him, “your so cute Neteyam! How couldn't I like you,” Neteyam smiled big, “I’ve loved you for the longest time.”

He looked you in the eyes, “I can't eat, sleep, hunt, anything knowing you in the same room,” you smiled getting closer, “truth or dare,” Neteyam’s eyes traveled between your eyes and lips, “dare,” you got real close, “I dare you to kiss me.”

That was his green light, he immediately grabbed you closing the gap between you both. It was everything he dreamed it be like, you lips tasted like heaven and your skin was soft.

You straddled him, deepening the kiss, he was desperate for more his hands tracing your body, and you grabbed his hand bringing it to your breast.

You broke the kiss, “you make me feel good, Teyem,” he grabbed your nipples a little hard, “I love you, [Y/n], i’m in love with you.”

You started kissing his neck, leaving purple marks everywhere, “you own me, [Y/n], everything I do, I do for you,” you stopped looking at him with a smile, “i’m in love with you, my very life is in your hands.”

He grabbed your hands, “I love you, Neteyam,” you kissed him, “I won't let you go, you are mine and I am yours.”

“I wouldn't want it any other way,” he smiled at you as you both developed each other into kisses. You had never felt someone love the way Neteyam does. He was looking at you as if you were precious cargo, because to him you were.

You were his everything, and he just felt so lucky to have met such an amazing woman like you, he git so carried away he hadn't even remembered you both were still trapped.

“I want you to claim me,” you brought his hand down to your pussy, “make it so no other man would even dream about touching me,” he played with your clit dragging a moan from you, “i’m going to make you mine.”

You smiled as you felt his fingers go deeper but the moment was cut short, the door shuffled causing you to jump off him.

You tried fixing your hair as Neteyam stood behind you, trying to cover his hard-on. “Neteyam? [Y/n]? Are you both alright!”

The lady from earlier rushed in, “I thought you had left,” you just smiled, “oh, we're alright!”

Neytiri walked in looking between you both. It didn't take a scientist to understand what went on.

Between your messy hair and the bruises that covered your body, Neytiri knew she was looking at her daughter-in-law.

“Go get ready for dinner,” she just smiled as you both scurried away, as you went to walk Netwyam grabbed you quickly.

“After dinner, I promise you, I’ll fuck you and mark you as mine,” you smiled kissing the boy, “I can't wait!”

***

I’m so so so sorry this came out late! I was driving today and assumed I’d be able to do it in the car but I wasn't able to :( but I got it done, I’ll definitely fix the ending up I got a bit lazy ;) hope you enjoy!

#avatar way of water #neteyam #avatar loak #avatar #jake sully #neteyam x y/n #avatar tuk #avatar neytiri #avatar jake #avatar neteyam #avatar kiri #avatar smut #neteyam sully #neteyam x you #neteyam smut #awow smut #neteyam x na'vi!reader

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mooodyblue · 11 months

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How would elvis take care of his girl on her period? Could be a little reader or not <3

Currently on mine and your post are helping so much 😭

you got it !!! hope you feel better <3 mine get rough!!! will literally be hunched on the floor crying 😫 ty for the request! hope this makes u feel a little better !

wc: 815

every single day you check the calendar on the wall, keeping track of your own cycle to prevent any mystery stains appearing out of nowhere in bed or on the couch. except this week, she decided to come a little early and much stronger than ever. thankfully you caught it in time, especially with elvis having his friends over today.

there was a part of you that wanted to beg elvis to keep the house empty today. you wanted elvis all to yourself but he was just so happy to have his friends over.

you felt like you were dying. like someone was taking your insides and squeezing them with all their might. but you took it like a champ, pain still clear as day on your face as you smoothed out your dress in the mirror. you checked yourself throughly in case you were leaking, hopefully you weren't. but lord–you felt awful. if you felt it, you probably looked it. you stared into the mirror a little longer than you'd planned, not even realizing elvis was standing in the doorway with his arms crossed.

“and you say i hog the mirror.” he joked.

you turned your head to look at him, sighing. “sorry.”

he walked up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his chin on your shoulder. his warmth brought you much needed comfort, easing your pain slightly. “you alright, honey?”

the question made you burst into tears, shaking your head. you didn't even know why you were crying, it wasn't really that big of a deal.

elvis panicked, turning you around to face him as he cupped your face. “hey, what’s wrong? why the tears, baby?”

“i’m hurting so bad.” you sobbed, muffling your face in his shoulder.

elvis was taken back by the sudden sobs, unsure of what to do. opting for rubbing your back gently. “what's…what are you-” oh. he looked in the mirror, noticing the small, subtle blood stain on the back of your dress that only he could see.

he pulled away from you to shut his bedroom door. nobody was allowed upstairs to his bedroom, but it didn't hurt to be extra careful. he looked at you nervously, “you’re..uh..the back of your dress…”

“fuck–seriously?” you turned around in the mirror again, pinching your dress to see the stain.

the commotion downstairs only made you more upset, not wanting to deal with anyone else today. elvis held his hand up, “alright. here's what we’re gonna do.” he took you by the shoulders. “you’re gonna get yourself comfortable and get right back in bed, i’m gonna go deal with the guys. you tell me what you need ‘n i’ll bring it back up here.”

you wiped your tears, sniffling. “no, it's okay. i’ll just meet you downstairs.”

“honey,” he said sternly. “it's not okay. i don't like seein’ my girl like this.” he pressed his lips against your forehead. “is it bad this time around?”

you nodded sadly, “it’s awful. i feel awful.”

“well, you definitely don’t look it.” he grinned, brushing your hair back.

that brought a smile to your face, his words making you feel a little more at ease. “funny.”

“just tellin’ the truth. now, what do you need? i can run and get you whatever you want.”

“um…” you thought for a moment.

“you good on pads? what about somethin’ for the pain? water? what about-”

you placed a hand over his mouth to shut him up, “elvis, i’m okay. really. i think i’m fine.” you chuckled, removing your hand. “thank you.”

“alright, alright. i’ll–” he was interrupted with the yell of his name down the steps, causing him to roll his eyes. he made his way to the door, “you just get your pretty self right in bed and i’ll be up shortly to join ya. imma take care of you today, that's a promise.” he winked before going downstairs to deal with his friends.

doing as he said, you got yourself cleaned up and into to a fresh pair of pajamas, getting yourself cozy in bed as another wave of pain rushed through your body. elvis returned shortly, frowning at you hunched over in bed gripping at the sheets in pain. “and you said you were fine.” he sighed, pills in his hand and glass of water in the other. you took it immediately, downing the pills and water without any hesitation. “easy, girl.” he rubbed your back.

you handed him the glass, “i need you to rip out my uterus.”

he laughed, “yeah….uh..not doin' that. sorry, darlin’.”

you whined, making grabby hands for him. “want cuddles then.”

“that i can do.” he dimmed the lights in the room, turning the tv on and got under the covers with you. he wrapped his arms securely around you, rubbing at the sore areas. “feelin’ better?”

“much better.”

#elvis x reader #might write a little!reader version eventually cause i find comfort in period fics LOL

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leejeongz · 2 years

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Heyyyyy can I request a treasure reaction? Like how they would to the reader being jealous? Or maybe the other way around? Whichever you’re most comfy with!! And if requests are closed no worries feel free to ignore this!!

treasure reaction to you getting jealous

pairing: boyf!treasure x gn!reader

genre: fluff, kinda angsty idk

warnings: silly made up scenarios, jealousy, a lil bit toxic, some don’t have a super fluffy ending lol

a/n: thank u for requesting! i have already done jealous treasure here and here :)

hyunsuk ･:，｡★ﾟ

you lay on your unmade bed, revisiting the moments you noticed hyunsuk laughing and giggling with your friend while you shared your day off with them. hyunsuk found you in your room seeming a little distant and so he decided to ask you what was wrong.

“the way you were f… f…” your mouth was stuck on the letter, wanting to say flirting yet knowing that they were just being friendly, “fraternising with you know who all through the day,” you spluttered out.

he clambered onto the bed, his hand caressing your thigh and he came to a stop, kneeling beside you.

“it wasn’t like that,” he pouted with saddened eyes, “i didn’t realise that’s how it was coming off, i just wanted to seem like we were getting on.” his index finger fidgeted with the stitching on your jeans on the outside of your thigh, his eyes glued to that spot too. “you have nothing to worry about, y/n, i was just being friendly. i love you more than anything, okay?”

“you really mean that?” you pouted in return, sitting up and slightly ducking your head which drew his attention back to you.

he nodded sweetly, “and i’m all yours!”

other members below the cut

jihoon ･:，｡★ﾟ

“should we get out of here?” jihoon’s friend asked. you followed their eyes around the room as she gave every bit of art work a disgusted look. “afternoon tea is for old people, not really our thing, right, jihoon?”

you and your boyfriend exchanged a look, his grip on your thigh tightened, as if to warn you not to bite back at them, they had been having a hard time, but quite frankly you couldn’t care less right now.

“well, i’m just gonna go to the bathroom, maybe jihoon can join me?” jihoon politely smiled along, but the joke most certainly did not earn a laugh from you.

you both waved them off before you started to complain. “what the fuck, why did you even invite them this was supposed to be our date, which you organised might i add, can’t you see they’re obviously in love with you? i wanna go home, jihoon, i’ve already had enough of them.”

“y/n, they’re one of my oldest friends, they were never like this when i knew them, you think i’d be friends with someone like them?” he defended. you knew he wouldn’t associate with such a character, but you still couldn’t help but feel a little jealous.

you both eyed them as they returned to your table, bringing a wave of freshly perfume with them.

“this was my idea,” jihoon spoke, their butt not even touching the chair yet, “so i think you’ll find this is very much “my thing”. and if you have a problem with that, you can leave, in fact, you’d be doing us a favour.” his eyes narrowed as he spoke, every word oozing with confidence and protectiveness.

yoshi ･:，｡★ﾟ

“new drink?” you spied the pink coloured beverage in his hand, knowing that was something he’d never ordered before.

“yeah, actually, my friend bought it but they didn’t like it so i basically got a starbucks for free,” he explained, proud of his freebie. “do you want a try?” he extended his arm, the chewed paper straw turned your stomach.

“did you chew the straw like that?” you asked in disgust.

“no,” he looked at it with a similar grimace face but continued to drink from it.

“so you shared a straw with your friend?” your disgusted expression didn��t change as you looked at your boyfriend, “you practically kissed them.”

he pondered on it for a while, knowing that the shows that you watch make a big deal out of this. “i’m sorry, y/n.” his smile faltered a little bit as he shrugged.

hearing his apology and letting it sink in, your eyes flickered from the drink and his lips, was it really that big of a deal?

“no, it’s okay, i’m sorry for getting jealous about something so minor,” you pouted, eyeing the drink once again, “if i get a new, unchewed straw, can i still try it?” you pleaded.

he nodded with a warm smile, excited to introduce you to what could be your new go to order.

junkyu ･:，｡★ﾟ

you didn’t quite catch who the message was from, nor what it said, but you were absolutely 100% sure that you saw a heart emoji pop up on his phone. deciding to not be THAT kind of partner, you resisted the urge to pick up his phone, even though you knew he’d be in the kitchen for a while.

“your phone rang,” you lied upon his return to the sofa. you knew it was the only way you’d get him to check his phone.

he hummed as he stared at the single notification on his screen that was not a missed call, “no it didn’t, it’s just a-”

you cut him off by finishing his sentence “text from the other person you're dating?”

he looked at you in confusion, a smile tugging at his lips as he saw how serious you were.

“what makes you think you’re not everything i’ve ever wanted and more?” he asked. it did make you think, he’d never made you feel like you were anything less, but you couldn’t help but press further about the heart that you’d seen. “you're right it was from my other lover,” he giggled, that quickly turned into a belly laugh, meanwhile your stomach was doing somersaults “y/n, you just got jealous because of fast food.”

he extended the phone out in front of you and you ducked your head to read it against the light. “mcdonald’s rewards…” you pursed your lips, reflecting on your own,,, stupidity. “i’m sorry for accusing you of seeing someone else,” your eyes begged for forgiveness.

mashiho ･:，｡★ﾟ

mashiho’s lips nipped at your neck, straying further and further from the ear he’d been sweet nothings into only seconds before. usually, you’d melt at the affection, but your mind was elsewhere.

“mashi,” he didn’t stop despite you calling his name, instead replying with a light hum. “did you watch the game today?” you asked, even though you knew the answer.

he pulled away, looking up at you before sitting upright. “yeah, you said you didn’t want to so i went with…”

before he could finish, mainly because you didn’t want to hear him say their name, you interrupted him, “i know you did.” you distanced yourself from your boyfriend, dangling your legs over the bed before standing up.

“why are you being like this? you said you didn’t want to go,” his tone turned into more of a whine.

“but did you really have to go with them? you know they have a thing for you.” you replicated his whine, hoping it would help you get your point across more.

mashiho’s feet now playfully swung near to your legs, “love,” he spoke, looking up to you with a smile, “you know, it’s kinda cute when you’re jealous.” you couldn’t help but smile back. “and they absolutely, 100% do not have a thing for me, they brought their partner, and some friends, maybe it just looked like us two because you didn’t recognise them, but i assure you, there’s nothing to be jealous of.” his speech was slightly broken by a few giggles here and there, ones he couldn’t contain as he noticed your adorable smile.

jaehyuk ･:，｡★ﾟ

“there’s a kiss isn’t there?” you pressed, jaehyuk ducking his head and nodding sheepishly, feeling guilty that he’s landed a role in a drama with multiple kiss scenes.

“so what?” you blurted out, “actors kiss all the time, it’s not like there’s feelings involved,” you shrugged reassuring your boyfriend.

“y/n,” jaehyuk started, noting your crossed arms and quickening breathing. “i promise you, you’re the only person in the world that i ever want to kiss!” his hand tickled at your elbow, to which you extended your arm towards him.

he took a small shuffle closer to you as you now wrapped your arms over his shoulders, his hands at your waist.

he got closer, whispering “only you,” before locking his lips with yours.

you got to your tiptoes quickly, leaning into the kiss more before pulling away slowly. his kisses always did something indescribable to you, if you didn’t pull away then, you fear you might still be kissing him two hours later.

“you better not kiss them like that!” you joked.

asahi ･:，｡★ﾟ

asahi tapped your shoulder gently, distracting you from the inflight entertainment. your eyes followed his finger and landed on the passenger in the window seat next to him, whose head was resting on asahi’s shoulder as they slept.

“help me,” he quietly whispered, almost inaudible.

you shrugged and went back to the film you were watching, if you looked any longer you’d have to make use of the travel sickness paper bag.

“y/n, what do i do?” your boyfriend panicked some more.

“i don’t know, maybe wake them up and tell them you’re uncomfortable,” you didn’t avert your eyes, you were mad, but you weren’t sure who to be mad at. “why would they just fall asleep on a stranger, my boyfriend at that, don’t they know that’s really dangerous?” your voice got purposely louder as you spoke, drawing the attention of the row next to you, who then pretended not to listen. “they have the whole side of the plane to lean on, if they were gonna sleep they should have let someone else sit there.”

you glimpsed over to the sleeping passenger on more time, they seemed to be uncomfortable, revving up to turn over. as you opened your mouth to say more, asahi looked away.

“i’m not talking to you whilst you’re being like this,” he acted as though he was searching through the range of movies, stretching out the arm that the other person was sleeping on, which forced them to turn over, “alright?”

yedam ･:，｡★ﾟ

“bang yedam reveals his ideal type and MORE!” of course the title of the article caught your eye. unable to curb your curiosity, you clicked the interview transcript. you stopped in one place, right in the centre of your living room as you read on, which caught your boyfriend's attention.

“listen baby,” yedam’s chin dug into your shoulder after spying you reading his answers. embarrassed, you locked your phone immediately and turned to look at him while taking a few steps back. “i had to say something, right? you know there’s already rumours about me dating, they’ve got those blurry pictures of us,” he chuckled, “i thought if i said something way off that they’d lay off us for a bit,” he admitted, although you never even asked.

“umm okay,” you replied, not wanting to seem too relieved thanks to his reassuring explanation.

“the only reason why you’d read that is because you wanted to know what i said, wasn’t it? you already know everything about me.” you’d failed to notice that your boyfriend had closed the gap you created, his hand finding yours in an instant and swaying it casually. “i could have gone the total opposite and said boring, unattractive and talentless but that would have been a give away i think.” his smile was gentle and sincere, begging you to understsndsand.

“and you promise that’s the reason?” your eyes glistened as they met with his, searching for any tell that he was lying, yet failing to find a trace of anything but the truth.

“babe, i promise.”

doyoung ･:，｡★ﾟ

“so i went in, shook their hand, and a kiss on bath cheeks, obviously-” which is as far as doyoung got in the retelling of the story of when he bumped into your sibling in the street.

“what do you mean “a kiss on either cheek” a handshake would have been just fine, you know?” you asked in a rather angry tone. “you’re not… meeting someone’s grandma.”

the look doyoung gave you was enough to shut anyone up. your brows furrowed as he continued. “they asked if i wanted to get coffee but i had something to do at the company so i said we should do it another time.”

“you wanna go on a date with my sibling?!” you shouted, still trying to process the kisses, to be honest.

“y/n, will you chill for a sec?” his hand soon made a tense fist, “i know they’re you’re family, so no, i don’t want to go on a date with them. i want to grab coffee sometime with you and them because that’s normal,” he explained, “we,” he pointed between the two of you to show you that’s what he meant. “have you had a stressful day or something? i swear you’re never normally this… jealous.”

you pulled your lips to the side of your face, taking a small bit of your cheek between your teeth as you nodded. you wanted to apologise, your eyes spoke for you and his softened, his flat hand now patting the space next to him on the sofa, inviting you there.

haruto ･:，｡★ﾟ

“do paper, they’re obviously gonna do rock,” you said to yourself, watching a video of haruto and a fan at a recent fan meet. you rolled your eyes as you watched your boyfriend change his answer to scissors after seeing their tightly clenched fist.

later that day, you went around to his flat and slumped yourself dramatically onto the beanbag in his room.

“why do you never let me win at games?” you asked, a bit out of the blue for him but you’d been planning to ask for hours.

“what?” he let out a laugh.

“you never let me win,” you pulled out your phone, finding the video you’d saved earlier, “but you let them win.” you pouted your lips which eventually turned into a frown as haruto watched back the clip with a smile, eyes flicking from the screen and to you to see if you were being serious.

“when you pay to see me, i’ll let you win,” he continued to laugh at your unwarranted jealousy, “you really think that because i let them win, they mean more to me than you do, or something?” he raised a brow.

“well no, that’s silly, but,” you started, but he cut you off before you could continue.

“exactly! so either pay up, or get used to losing.”

jeongwoo ･:，｡★ﾟ

“they’re seriously so pretty, i could barely even film the tiktok without going insane,” jeongwoo confessed, filling you in on today’s music bank gossip. “their stylist did the cutest makeup. I think it would suit you, y/n.”

you smiled, exhaling which you hoped would be enough to convince jeongwoo that you were laughing along.

“is something wrong? do you not like them?” jeongwoo asked in a sudden panic that he’d done something wrong. “yeah they’re pretty, but you’re so much prettier, i mean it, y/n, oh god.” he continued to flap about how he’d just been complimenting someone else.

“i’m sure they're lovely,” you smiled to your boyfriend as you handed him back his phone. he took it from your hand and tossed it onto the sofa.

“no, for real, you’re like the prettiest person i’ve ever seen, i can’t get over how beautiful you are.” he pleaded, even clasping his hands together at one point before looking down and realising he looked a little silly.

“they really are pretty though,” you bit a little bit of skin off of your lip, slowly realising that it’s okay for your boyfriend to compliment other people, because at the end of the day, he was still yours. “next time you film a tiktok with that group please invite me, i can’t believe i missed that!”

junghwan ･:，｡★ﾟ

as per usual, you and junghwan were laughing about your days, filling each other in on what you’d missed.

“funny story, there was an actually a member of another group who asked for my number today,” junghwan started another story, which was absolutely NOT funny to you in the slightest.

your face sunk, you had so many questions that you wanted to ask. “really? who?” was the only thing that you could say. you feigned a smile, not wanting to dampen his mood.

“i’m not sure who they are, honesty, nor do i intend on finding out, but it’s just funny, right?” his answer assured you some, but it also gave you more confidence to ask another question.

“so they just came up to you and asked?”

he nodded in response, his enthusiasm not sitting right with you.

“you’re not jealous, are you?” he asked, sensing that the mood had gone sour. when you didn’t respond, confirming his suspicion, he chuckled. “i was really polite with my rejection, i even showed them a picture of us together, the one i have as my wallpaper, they said we were cute,” he giggled, “but in a strained way so i know they’re more jealous of you.”

#treasure reactions #treasure imagines #choi hyunsuk #park jihoon #yoshi #junkyu #mashiho #jaehyuk #asahi #yedam #doyoung #haruto #jeongwoo #junghwan #hyunsuk #jihoon #treasure

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intergalacticaquarium · 2 years

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I Can Be Your Gremlin AKA Eddie Comes to Thanksgiving

Eddie Munson x Female Original Character (Samantha Campbell) (Dustin's step sister, technically the same character from Home Again, but not a part of that story.)

Summary: Sam's pretentious mother demands that she come to Thanksgiving, so she asks her friend Eddie to come as her fake boyfriend to cause a scene. The plan goes off the rails, though, when Samantha's mom invites her daughter's ex, and her fake boyfriend starts to feel real jealous.

Content: Fake Dating! Mutual Pining! Friends to Lovers! Learning to Communicate like a real person! Peak Gremlin Eddie! Little meow meow Eddie! A kinda thirsty makeout scene! some confusing feelings, Eddie acting like a douchebag and getting too into character, if u want Eddie the disaster boy with a lil angst then this one is for you. Also people have told me that it is funny so I don't have to say it.

ALSO- special thanks to @seafoamgreenpng who sent me the screenshot like 10 seconds after I said 'fake dating to make her parents mad' and then kept it up with literally some of the funniest and most fire prompts I have ever received.

(Also there are some misc family member characters so mom=Vanessa step-dad= Charles ex bf- Connor)

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Samantha Campbell and Eddie Munson sat in the back of her van smoking overlooking the Quarry on a fine autumn day. Normally she’d be all giggles or existentialism or maybe talking about the episode of Taxi she had just watched that he had already seen, but today she was quiet and anxious, not talking much and bouncing her leg more than normal.

"Is there something wrong? Because you’re kinda stressing me out." Eddie asked her and handed her the pipe for a hit. Sam grumbled something he couldn't hear and he asked her to clarify.

She sighed. "My mom wants me to go to her family's Thanksgiving dinner."

"I don't think I've ever actually eaten a proper Thanksgiving dinner- but I'm assuming the food isn't your issue?" He asked, realizing that in all the time he had known her she had never mentioned her mom.

"My mom's side of the family is…maybe not what you'd expect? They're like rich. Like actually rich." She explained awkwardly.

"Interesting, I wouldn't have pegged you as a rich girl." He said with a laugh. And she grimaced.

"That's kinda the problem though because like… she doesn't put in any effort with me. Especially not after the divorce but she still- God this is embarrassing please don't judge me- she still sends me money sometimes. A lot of the time." She confessed.

"Interesting. I always wondered how you could afford an ounce a month. And you know what? Don't be ashamed of it- if my parents could pay me a fee to be shitty parents then I'd take it. It's better than just being a shitty parent and not sending money. I mean, my dad's in jail, but still."

"Yeah, well…yeah. So I have to go or else she'll cut me off and I have to behave. Jesus I just wish I could just have like…a little gremlin with me that would just scream what I'm thinking every time my family said some garbage. I wish there was a way I could look perfect to her and still ruin Thanksgiving. God, that would be the dream"

Eddie was silent for a moment and she could see the gears turning in his head.

"I could be your gremlin." He said conspiratorially, and she looked at him "all you gotta do is feed me after midnight, by which I mean invite me to Thanksgiving and let me make the scene instead."

"God, that would be so good. I could bring you as my boyfriend and everybody would just be horrified." She said gleefully.

Eddie snorted at the mental image "I could come in late with muddy shoes."

"I'm just imagining one of your cafeteria rants standing on a white tablecloth and I will forever cherish the mental image."

"I could ask how much everything costs and start ranting about consumerism."

"We could sneak off and muss up our hair and button our shirts wrong and then come back like it wasn't a big deal." She said with a genuine laugh imagining their faces.

"Would it be too much to start telling them about drug dealing? " He joked.

"Too much? Dude, I want you to be a convicted felon. Show off those tats, grab my ass and be super obvious about it, give them like an air guitar sample of one of your songs. God, I need to stop or I'm gonna be so tempted to actually force you to come."

"I'll do it." He said honestly, and she rolled her eyes. "I'm not joking I think it would be…hysterical- also I've never gotten to eat a Thanksgiving dinner before."

"You may be kicked out before dinner."

"Can you save me some if I do?"

"Sure."

"Alright, deal."

"Seriously? You'd do that for me?" She asked, and he wondered if she was actually surprised. It was odd to think she didn't realize he'd do just about anything for her.

"Are you kidding me? I'd do it just to piss off a reganite."

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So that was how they ended up parked a block away on Thanksgiving day, trying to think of final touches before going inside.

"So- ground rules." He said.

"Uhhh, yeah- I-I can't really think of anything off limits besides stuff that would be obvious was over the top stupid."

"Yeah, you're gonna have to tell me exactly where that line is because I feel like it could be anywhere." He said nervously.

"I mean don't like…start making out with me in front of my mom against a wall or something. Just like, I dunno, grab my ass during a conversation or check me out or make an inappropriate comment. Oh! And the most important thing- any time they talk shit about something you know applies to me, pounce on it."

"I'll be your steadfast defender."

"Great- oh and I should have a signal for you to like, chill out or Amp it up. Okay, uh if I tug on my ear then you should stop and if I touch my nose you give it all you got."

Eddie gave her a sharp nod and tapped the side of his nose.

"Sweet. Okay. Uh, drop me off then I guess and come back around in like 10 minutes."

"Do you actually want me to come inside smoking or just coming up to the door?"

"Inside. I said don't be unrealistic but like…don't hold back either. I need that 8th grade theater kid Eddie in there." She said, and he nodded resolutely. He smiled to himself, realizing she had just admitted to noticing him long before they became friends.

He nodded and she got out of the car.

"Oh! You should grab me and kiss me when you come in too- that'll be a great entrance."

Before he could respond she hopped out and began to walk into the house.

Eddie drove away to wait around the corner for a couple minutes before making his grand entrance and only now did he consider that maybe…this idea wasn't going to go the way they wanted it to. When he had agreed he had mostly been thinking about the gremlin aspect and not the fake boyfriend one, and he hadn't considered that he'd have to kiss her.

Not that he didn't want to kiss her. He did. He really wanted to, but that was the problem. He didn't want to kiss her in a fake way because he knew that it never took much for his imagination to get away from him and he'd have himself convinced she liked him too within the hour.

After 10 minutes of alternating between psyching himself up and psyching himself out it was time to go inside. He shook out his shoulders and tried to channel 8th grade drama class and his hellfire improv skills and considered that those things were always easier when he was adopting a character. He didn't know what that meant for this particular moment but he was gonna try it.

Sam was tightly smiling at one of her uncles and nodding awkwardly when the front door was literally kicked in by what everybody instantly assumed was a vagrant.

She almost laughed at how ridiculous the scene was, her mom's big clean beige mcmansion and all the beige people in it being invaded by Eddie The freak Munson. His hair was wilder than normal with sunglasses on and a cigarette hanging out of his mouth.

She covered her mouth to stop the laughs from coming out at his exaggerated swagger towards her, puffing as much smoke as he could into the sitting room. He stopped short next to her and slung his arm around her ungracefully.

She had to admit she was a little surprised when he took the cigarette out of his mouth, handed it to the nearest person, put his arms around her and kissed her within an inch of her life. When he let go she was a little stunned and tried to gather herself quickly, casting a quick eyebrows up glance at him where he gave her a subtle shrug.

"Sorry, baby, I had to get some smokes." He said in such an exaggerated voice she almost laughed.

Her family had fallen silent and stared at them, and Sam cleared her throat.

"Everybody, this is Eddie. My boyfriend. Eddie…this is everybody." She said, and he gave them a mock solute.

He looked at Sam for further silent direction and tilted his head in confusion.

"Are you wearing a different outfit?" He asked, breaking character, and he saw Sam muster up the fakest smile he had ever seen.

"Uh, yes. My mom thought that this one would look better, I guess." She said stiffly, and Eddie frowned.

"Too bad, you looked hot as hell before. I mean, you still look hot as hell but I think you've got better taste." He said, getting back into it and speaking loudly.

A woman in front of them laughed as if he was joking and gave him a cool smile.

He turned to her and the resemblance to Sam was so uncanny that they couldn't have been anybody but her mother. It was weird to see her, because it was Sam's face if she decided now to not laugh for the next 30 years and straighten her hair like pins and needles and dress all in white.

"I always prepare something for Samantha since she has a habit of picking things that are a bit…" She tapped her chin in thought. "Pedestrian." She finished proudly, and Sam nodded along at her own expense. He felt a pang in his heart seeing how downtrodden she already was.

"Where are you living where pedestrians look like that because I'd be willing to move to the city of babes." He said, and gazed as ravenously at his fake girlfriend as he could muster while examining his dear friend's face for clues that he was helping. She smiled a little, but he knew she was still upset.

"So, you must be Sam's grandmother." He said confidently, sticking out a hand, and seeing his friends tiny smile become genuine.

Her mother, however, looked horrified.

"Mother. I am her mother." She said sternly.

"Samantha has told us so much about you." She said, and limply held out her hand as if she wanted him to bow and kiss it. Instead he just gave her a low five without thinking and he heard Sam bark a laugh of surprise.

"All bad things I hope." He said with a devilish grin.

"She neglected to mention that you were so…indiscreet" She said as judgmentally as she could manage.

"Uh…thank you Mrs. Campbell." He said and her face hardened.

"Campbell is my ex husband's name and, unfortunately, Samantha's as well, despite how many times I've told her to get it changed." She said haughtily and he felt Sam shrink a little under his arm. When Sam had said her mom was shitty he assumed that meant largely absent like his own, but seeing Sam shrinking in on herself told him a different story. He knew her. He knew how much grinding it would have taken to wear her down, and it broke his fucking heart.

"Can't imagine any name sounding better than Sammy Campbell." He said affectionately, squeezing her shoulders in a way that he hoped she could tell was genuine.

Her mother grimaced. "Samantha Beuregard has a much better ring to it."

"No, it really doesn't." He said flatly, and saw Sam's small smile from the corner of his eye.

Eddie liked Sam's dad, and old Ron Campbell had clearly put in a hell of a lot more love and time into Sam than any Beuregard in this room.

"Please, come have a seat." She said, sniffing pretentiously, leading them to an immaculate couch that Eddie was debating what he should spill on and when with an older man sitting there, swirling a glass of wine.

Eddie picked one up and drank some, swishing it around like mouthwash and swallowing before gulping down the rest and grabbing another glass.

"Eddie, this is my stepdad, Charles." She said, and gestured to him before tapping her nose so he knew to go all out.

"You know, this tastes a hell of a lot like some hooch that my buddy made." He observed, and the man scowled at him.

"I highly doubt that. This wine is thirty years old and nine hundred dollars." He said, and Sam gestured to him.

"You sure you didn't get it from a guy called Skinny Pete?"

"It's from France." He said, offended

"Oh, yeah. This one wasn't French. You can save a lot of money next time by just emptying out a couple fruit cups into a plastic baggie and shoving it under your bed to let it sit for a couple months." He said, taking another sip, and Sam began to cough after inhaling some liquid when she was trying not to laugh.

"What do you do for a living, Eddie?"

"I'm an entrepreneur. Self employed if you know what I mean." He said with a waggle of his eyebrows.

"Unemployed, then?" He said dryly and there was a round of chortles.

Eddie laughed cockily. "Nah, man it's just a pretty complex operation. Lots of moving parts, lots of…discretion. And I run the whole thing…" He said. Peeking over his sunglasses.

"How old are you?" Her mom asked.

"Uhhh-40." He said confidently, and Charles tilted his head at him slightly. "I have a great skincare routine." He added, and he saw Sam's lip wobbling.

"Samantha, tell us- how did you two meet?"

"Uhhh-" She said, her voice shaking and she cleared her voice to get rid of the laughter. "I was his….tutor!" She supplied, and now it was Eddie's turn to almost laugh because the only person he had ever met that cared less about school than he did was Sam Campbell.

Her mother frowned. "Sweetheart, why would you get a part time job at this age? If you need more money just ask me. Is your father not taking good enough care of you? I've seen that little hovel with his new fiance and her son. Honestly, Samantha, why you don't just come live here is beyond me-" She scolded.

"It's not a hovel, it's a lovely little house and he didn't want to make Claudia move her family-" Sam started angrily, but her mother rolled her eyes.

"Oh right, of course. That strange boy without the teeth I remember him. He and his little group of troublemakers were always so disruptive around town since their friend got lost in the woods. Honestly, that Byers woman made such a fuss when she could've just kept better track of her children."

Sam and Eddie hated the laugh that went through the room.

His blood was boiling now and a glance at Sam told him she was about to start shouting and his gremlin duties were activated.

"That fuss saved her kid.?" Eddie said through clenched teeth.

"Was he even in danger?" She asked, annoyed, and sipping her wine.

"Just because you would've given up looking for Sam after a day and a half doesn't mean that Joyce was overreacting." He said firmly.

"Eddie, maybe she has a point." Sam said, and he turned to her in shock to see her making a thoughtful face and gently tap her nose. "I mean, if Joyce had just worked harder she would've been richer and therefore automatically a better parent because of it." She said with dripping sarcasm that Eddie was horrified none of her family picked up on, just idly nodding in agreement.

"I just think it takes more than money to actually be a good parent. A big stack of cash can't, y'know, take your picture with your date on prom night and make sure that you get home safe." He said, and he didn't like that the people around him didn't seem to think that was obvious. To think, for years Eddie had heard people imply, and sometimes straight up say, that they weren't surprised his parents weren't around. But it turned out that the people calling him parentless trailer trash left their kids to fend for themselves as well and ditching somebody's kids wasn't a class issue. Shocking, he thought.

Her mother shrugged. "It can get you a better camera, then you can take the pictures yourself and show them to me later. We could make a day of it. And Samantha was raised well enough to not…wander off." She said matter of factly.

Sam and Eddie both couldn't stop thinking about how Sam had literally just gotten in a van one day a year and a half ago and barely contacted anybody for the next 12 months and how, according to Sam, when she went to see her mom after coming home, she hadn't even realized she had left. Eddie really really hated this lady now.

"Yup. My mom always knows exactly where I am and she's a really good parent because she calculated the exact amount of money I would need to get a new mother that would teach me how to tie my shoes." Sam said bitterly, and then frowned, remembering that she was supposed to be behaving while Eddie aired out her thoughts.

"Samantha, don't be so dramatic."

Eddie snorted loudly, and Vanessa turned to him in annoyance. "Sorry. Nobody's ever been called dramatic in the same room as me."

"No? You mustn't take my daughter out much, then." She joked, Sam glanced at him with a look that told him she didn't think they were going to get anywhere. But now he was actually mad, and Sam's dejection was only making it worse.

"I take her out every day. Believe it or not I like being around her." He said defensively, unconsciously holding Sam closer to him as if that would guard her from the insults.

Her mother simply raised her eyebrows and gave an annoyingly knowing look at her husband.

"Y'know, Vanessa, can I call you Vanessa? It doesn't matter. I just hope you'll forgive me for all this talk about parents a little personally because…well ...." He took a dramatic breath. "I had rich parents too. They spoiled me rotten, bought me anything I ever wanted, but they were never around. I can't even remember their faces. I never even met my dad because he never came home from the office until I was asleep. I don't know how they even figured out what I wanted since I had to teach myself how to talk by watching M*A*S*H reruns," He said in a tearful voice.

"It's true." Sam corroborated. "That's why he's a democrat." She added and saw a little grin while he kept talking, along with a few pitying gasps and a quiet poor thing.

"That's when I turned to my life of crime. I just needed…somebody….anybody….to give me the attention I wasn't getting from my parents. Even if it was the cops." He said, playing such a miserable role that he reminded Sam of some kind of court jester. She wasn’t sure why she was into it, but she was all the same.

"Are you a drug dealer?" A squeaky voice said in the crowd.

"Teddy, shush, don't be rude where he can hear you!" Another voice shouted out, but Eddie pointed at them smartly.

"Very perceptive of you, Teddy. I run a very extensive organization. Took a bit of a hit when I was put away but now I'm back on top." He bragged, and felt Sam's shoulders vibrate in silent laughter.

"Put away?" Her mother asked, seeming oddly enraptured.

"Two years. Two….long….years they kept me there. Guardsman O'Donnel watched my every move... Every day I stared at the clock ticking and counting the moments until I was out again and I could see my girl. When they handed me my release papers I grabbed them, flipped him off, and ran like hell out of there." He said wistfully, and Sam gave him a knowing look as somebody who had been to his graduation.

"Wow, have you two really been together for that long?" Charles asked incredulously.

"No, no, I meant my ex-wife. Well, soon to be ex wife. I keep sending the papers to her new address but her boyfriend's wife keeps throwing them away." He said as plainly as he could, hearing a few gasps and murmurs from the captivated audience and holding back his own laughter at the faces before him and casting a glance back at Samantha who was struggling to keep a straight face.

"Can you excuse me for a second?" Sam said with a weak voice as she walked away quickly. Being the only one that knew she was joking made it clear that they thought she just walked away crying.

Eddie followed her without ceremony as she burst out the back door into the garage and then a small room off of that that she shut herself into and he heard her erupt into giggles once inside.

"You good?" Eddie asked from outside, grinning. She opened the door for him and pulled him inside with her. Eddie fit himself into the little storage cupboard beside her and they closed the door. The dangling light above their heads illuminated their faces as they were silent for a moment before erupting in laughter they tried their damnedest to keep quiet.

"Christ, dude, you've gotta warn me before dropping something like your ex's new boyfriend's wife-Holy shit." She said as her giggles calmed down, and he stood there inches from her, no longer laughing but watching her calm down.

"Should we head back?" He asked quietly, but she shook her head.

"They probably think I'm crying about your ex wife so let's give it at least 10 minutes for them to gossip." She said, and she squinted down at her watch.

"So is this like a ten minutes in heaven or is this a planning sesh?" He whispered. "Or I suppose we could do the traditional seven and plan for three?" He asked, and she rolled her eyes, but paused and perked up like she had an idea. That’s when she began to unbutton her shirt.

"Uhhh, what are you doing?" He asked anxiously, and she gave him a coy look that turned into a goofy grin.

"I'm gonna button up my shirt wrong and mess up my hair a little bit." She explained. And he grinned, watching a little shamelessly and he got a hint of bra as she did and undid the buttons in order. She ran a hand through her hair and looked at him and he swallowed hard at her face in the low light.

"How do I look? Scandalous?" She asked, and he grinned knowingly as he reached out to mess up her collar a bit, and he saw her swallow when he got close.

"Very. I don't know what I can do, though- I'm already looking my least put together." He said with a chuckle and saw her eyes light up.

"Put your vest on inside out." She said with a grin.

"Isn't that a little obvious?" He asked, already conceding and shaking it off his shoulders.

"You can fix it when somebody points it out but we're trying to build immersion, and I believe that if we were actually feeling each other up right now and that vest came off, you wouldn't notice if you put it on inside out."

"That's a good point. Any other ideas?"

Sam's eyes got wide and her cheeks got a little red.

"Okay- totally feel free to say no but you did really lay one on me like an hour ago, so like- how much closer can we get- but you should give me a hickey. If you want to." She said with a mischievous grin and a little bounce on her heel.

He swallowed hard and her face changed to an awkward surprise. He didn't know why his brain hadn't really registered the fact that he had actually kissed her earlier. Like really. With tongue and everything.

"Not a big deal if you don't want to-"

"I'll do it. Give you a hickey, I mean. Heh, sorry my brain just needed a second to catch up, it's not a big deal." He said, and she narrowed her eyes thoughtfully.

"You sure? I don't want to make you uncomfortable." She said, and he grinned, his confidence working its way back into him.

"I'm sure if you're okay with the scrutiny." He murmured

"If you're sure you can deal with my mom's glares." Her voice was sweet and teasing as she was so close.

Eddie had never had…the best luck with girls. Not that he had really put that much of an effort in, but today he was here to be an overconfident bad influence. Maybe that could give him a little mobility in where that charisma got to go just this once.

"That's what I'm here for." He said with a cocky grin that faltered a little as he glanced down at her neck. She caught his eyes moving down and arranged the collar of her blouse, pulling it back just enough that she would plausibly think it was hidden but not so much that nobody would notice. She pushed her short hair back and tilted her head. It was his turn now. He just had to lean forward and…suck…on Sam Campbell's neck. Right now. No build up or music to set the mood. Why had he agreed to this?

"I feel like a vampire." He said awkwardly, and she laughed a little nervously as he bent forward and placed his mouth on her throat.

He had never actually given somebody a hickey before. There were a couple things he hadn't really done before he did them today with Sam in jest. His brain knew it was a joke but at that moment he could feel her pulse on his tongue and he didn't care that it was fake. He just hoped that he'd be able to guess how long was the right amount of time.

Her heart beat faster and harder the longer he went on, and she curled her arms around his neck and pulled her whole body flush against his.

Eddie held back an involuntary moan when he felt her fingers go through his hair. He let go of his hold and moved down a little without thinking and latched on again, making another bruise that would linger after today and remind him that this actually happened

His tongue darted out to taste her skin and he heard her audibly gasp out a moan. When she heard herself do that he felt her stiffen and the magic was broken and she pulled away, all business again.

She swallowed hard and didn't say anything, trying to look like she wasn't blushing hard. Eddie expected to feel the same, like a blushy stuttery mess, but instead all he could do was stare at her neck and the glistening discs of his saliva where he had just been. His hand was still on her hip and he decided not to move it. He wasn’t sure where it was coming from, but he was feeling cocky as hell.

Sam's breath kept stuttering as she became extremely aware of Eddie's hand burning a hole into her hip and his thumb stroking ever so slightly.

He was staring at her lips. Every semblance of this being fake was gone from his face and replaced with what she could only describe as lust. That wasn't a look that she had ever seen from Eddie before or ever expected to.

Sam liked Eddie.

She had admitted that to herself but it wasn’t the kind of crush that wouldn’t go away on its own eventually. Sure, she tested the waters with a little flirting now and then and he hadn't seemed receptive, she straight up asked him out once but when the day came it was clear that he was just expecting to hang out like usual, so she dropped it, figuring he wasn't into her and that was that.

That was fine, and she would say that she was almost over it at this point.

But now he was looking at her like this and her breath started to feel thick in her throat and every fluttery feeling she ever had when he smiled were back all at once. He looked like he was about to kiss her and now was just deciding how- and all she had to do was decide if she would let him.

Every logical part of Eddie's brain was turning off in favor of some kind of weird caveman dude instincts he had never actually felt before. Everything he knew was true about how this was all just an elaborate joke was suddenly so unimportant it may as well have not happened at all. The only thing that happened was his mouth on her neck and her little moan when he tasted her pulse.

When she bit her lip his control broke, and he lunged forward, stopping dead in his tracks when she leaned back. Shit. His brain stopped working all of a sudden, and the reality of what just happened was suddenly very present in the tiny closet.

"What are you doing? We're alone, remember?" She said a little nervously. And Eddie swallowed awkwardly.

His mind raced trying to get himself out of this situation that he probably shouldn’t have agreed to in the first place- He just needed an explanation now or she'd think he was an idiot.

"Uh, sorry. I was just thinking that uh-" He stammered and her nerves slowed down at the more familiar persona.

"Lipstick." He said, like it explained everything. "You're wearing lipstick. If we were uh- I just thought- it would- it would be on me.” he swallowed hard.

"Oh, sure. Right." She said, accepting the weak excuse with a nod.

He wasn't actually into her. That was fine.

What wasn't fine was the possibility that he had just sucked on her neck for a couple minutes and now he was horny and she was standing 4 inches away. Sam was plenty happy as his friend or maybe his girlfriend if things ever turned in that direction, but for her there wasn't room for anything physical without the rest. Except for what they had already done, she supposed. She shook herself a little as the images flashed in her mind.

Maybe today she could indulge herself a little.

"Hold still." She said, and leaned forward to press her mouth against his neck and Eddie bit his lip to hold back a groan. She bowed her head a little more to make sure that her bottom lip grazed his t-shirt to leave a stain. When she stood back upright she almost smiled at the nervous face he was making again.

She put her fingers against her lip and wiped off a little of what was left, then reached out to Eddie and dragged her fingers across his lips and across the corner just enough to be noticeable. He knew she'd be able to feel how heavy he was breathing.

"There we go. Very convincing." She said, and he nodded.

"You're still not smudged, though." He said softly, raising his hand and grazing his thumb on her bottom lip to pull a bit of color downward.

Eddie felt like there was no more air left in the little closet when he stared at her in the dim light. Her shirt button was wrong, her hair messed up, her lipstick smeared and dark spots started to emerge on her neck where his mouth had been. She looked perfectly scandalous and he really wished that what everybody was bound to think when they came out was true. He supposed it sort of did.

"How do I look?" She asked in a raspy voice.

He didn't have the words to answer in a way that didn't give away how fucking hot he thought she looked right now so he just nodded and she smiled. She checked her watch and missed up his hair a little more and flipped his collar so it was uneven.

"Time to head back out." She said a little more confidently, and he nodded- but as they both reached for the door they heard a sound in the garage.

"Sam? Are you in here?" Somebody's voice asked, and she felt a panic.

"What's wrong?" Eddie whispered.

"If they open the door and we're just standing here that would be weird right?" She responded.

She glanced at the door and heard the footsteps coming closer, he shrugged helplessly.

"Kiss me!" She whispered urgently, and she didn't have to ask him twice.

Just for show, so they could get caught.

That's all that it was.

But that didn't stop him from opening his mouth and swiping his tongue across hers, and it didn't stop her from responding in full, pulling herself closer to him.

Then they were really kissing. Neither one remembered the ruse or the impending intruder, because all that mattered was this closet and tongue and teeth and her hand in his hair and the fistful of her shirt he had grabbed a hold of like an anchor. Their bodies pressed against each other and without thinking he leaned forward more and pressed her against the closet wall, bumping a few shelves but neither of them cared.

She pulled herself up higher and her entire body was bent against his and he kissed his way down her neck and back up to her lips.

Eddie was pretty sure could feel everything in existence right now. He wanted her. He always knew he liked her, she was cute and he wanted to kiss her and hold her hand but this was different. As his tongue tasted hers he wanted them to consume each other.

Eddie didn't do this. Ever. Not that he'd never had the chance, there were one or two opportunities that he knew if he had worked for it he could've ended up here.

He was almost at a place where he thought he didn't want it. Thoughts and fantasies were different than actually being in the room with somebody else but all at once it was like another man entirely. One that was smoother and hotter and knew exactly what to do with a girl this beautiful to make sure that he never had to stop kissing her like this.

The door swung open and they flew apart, staring guiltily at a shocked cousin, who shut the door quickly and shouted "somebody's here to see you. I'd clean up a bit, though"

Sam looked a bit alarmed at the whole situation, but Eddie's heart hammered in his chest when he looked at her puffy lips and smeared lipstick. She had disheveled herself on purpose before but the way she looked now was undeniably scandalous. Almost enough to convince him the moment wasn’t already gone and that they could stay in here a little while longer.

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As they walked back out they heard a round of laughter and greetings and just as she was about to come around the corner Sam froze and started backing up.

"What's wrong?"

"Samantha- There you are! Look who dropped in!" Her mother's voice rang out and Sam quickly patted her hair down as into place as she could and pulled her sweater around her to hide her mismatched buttons and quickly tried to wipe away the lipstick without looking in the mirror. When her mother came over and guided her towards the center of the room. Eddie's eyes followed her to see the single most handsome dude that had probably ever stepped foot in Hawkins. He was dressed formally enough to fit in with the crowd but still seemed undeniably relaxed and cool. Whoever he was, Eddie felt like their evening was about to get even more complicated.

The man paused for a moment when he saw the disheveled Sam and he saw her shoulders tense and her cheeks begin to burn until he grinned and scooped her into a hug, spinning her around like a movie. She squealed in delight and Eddie knew that he might as well just go home now, because she was about to have other priorities than their little prank.

Eddie knew he wasn't actually Sam's boyfriend.

Eddie knew that he knew he wasn't actually her boyfriend.

He knew that.

But this asshole was at least 6'4 and was staring at her face like she hung the moon in the sky before he hugged her again.

"Holy shit, Connor- how are you? How was Europe? Oh my god you need to tell me everything. C'mon, let's go sit down." Sam said excitedly, grabbing two glasses of wine and ushered Connor away while shielding him from her family.

Eddie was suddenly very aware of the pitying and amused glances he was getting from people- as well as the gooey ones that were cast in the direction of the happy couple. He wanted to say something. Be rude or crass or funny, but all of a sudden he was uncharacteristically at a loss for words, so he just followed Sam.

For a second he just watched them, and it stung a little to see them talking so naturally that he almost considered just walking out the door. Looking at her face right now told him that she might not even notice he was gone.

I'm not her real boyfriend, Eddie repeated to himself again as Sam leaned in close while laughing and Connor put a hand on her knee.

Finally, the guy glanced up and saw Eddie, tilting his head at the strange invasive species in this bougie landscape. When Sam noticed the distraction she followed his gaze and her expression when she saw Eddie made it abundantly clear that she had completely forgotten that he was even here. Should've run while I had the chance, he thought.

"Eddie! Come and join us, Connor was just telling me about his work trip." She said joyfully and took a sip of her wine.

Eddie sat down next to her, feeling bitterly like an afterthought.

"Eddie, this is Connor, Connor this is Eddie." She said without detail which he supposed was fine for her. Eddie didn't need to be told that this guy was her ex and she obviously didn't want to find out that he was her "boyfriend".

"Nice to meet you, Eddie." He said and stuck out his hand. Eddie had never really understood what people meant when they said that handshakes were important but he got it now. He understood and he felt completely outmatched by just a short shake of his hand.

"Your vest is inside out." He said clearly, and Eddie could feel himself shrink a little in embarrassment, shrugging it off and flipping it around.

"Love the battle vest, by the way. Dio is great and they're great dudes too." He said amicably and Sam grinned at him like she expected him to smile back.

"Uh, yeah, they're great- you don't strike me as much of a metalhead." He said with a fake grin and he hated the way that he and Sam glanced at each other, remembering a story with just a look.

"I really like all kinds of music. I mean, I have to, it's kinda my job. I'm a music journalist, that's why I was in Europe. I was going around and meeting bands and interviewing them for our magazine. Lots of metal bands around there- oh! I met Ozzy Osbourne, are you a Black Sabbath fan?" He asked, and Eddie clenched his fist as subtly as he could.

Since this guy came in Eddie had been trying to convince himself that he didn't know why he felt really hostile towards him seemingly without reason. Of course, Eddie knew that the reason was because he had a crush on Sam and this guy was apparently a lab grown dreamboat- but now he told himself it was because he met Ozzy and Eddie didn't. Eddie knew he deserved it more.

"Yep. Big fan." He said with a grimace, caught between needing to know absolutely everything that Ozzy said and also not wanting to hear this guy talk anymore.

He started to tell them the story about doing shots with Black Sabbath and Eddie was, unfortunately, hanging on his every word; or he was until he glanced at Sam and saw that she was too. Without thinking he reached out and put his arm around her making her jump in surprise and making Connor pause his story so briefly they almost didn't clock it.

Connor continued to recount the night at a more uneven pace and slowly took his hand off of Sam's knee and leaned back, swallowing hard. Connor glanced at her again and his eyes zeroed in on the hickey on her throat and the lipstick on his shirt collar. Eddie leaned back cockily and put a hand on Sam's knee. She glanced at him with a frown but Eddie just shrugged. She turned back to Connor with a tight smile and crossed her legs to shoo his hand off her thigh.

"I'm actually in a band, you know. I don't just write about them." He said out of nowhere, and Connor raised his eyebrows.

"Oh yeah? Are you any good?"

"They're great- they play at the Hideout on Tuesday nights you should come this week!" Sam said enthusiastically, and Eddie's heart swelled a little bit at her appreciation, but it was instantly diminished by the superior glance that Connor gave him.

"We play plenty more places than that-we did a concert in Indianapolis last month, remember? Sold out crowd." He mused, and Sam no longer looked amused by all the lying, reaching to rub her ear again. She glanced at Connor apologetically in a way that made Eddie feel like a kid acting out.

"Eddie, you don't have to do this right now." She leaned in and whispered. He could tell that Connor heard.

"Do what? Make sure this mouth breather knows he can't just come in and steal my girl?" He asked with a laugh so douchey he surprised himself and felt kinda grossed out. He shouldn't have said that, he knew it as soon as it left his mouth and really knew it when he saw her face.

Connor rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly, wanting to get Eddie out of this conversation. He snapped his fingers as if he remembered something, and pointed at Sam.

"I got you a present. I forgot it in my car, do you wanna come with me to go get it?" He asked hopefully, and Sam quickly stood up, as did Eddie.

"Well just be a second, Eddie, you don't have to come." She said quickly and he was rooted to the spot as she walked out the door without him.

Sam walked next to Connor, smiling at his scruffy hair in the sunlight like no time had passed.

"I'm really glad you're back. I missed you." She said to him softly, and he smiled at her. Sam had told herself that she was over him. He left. That's what happened, she had to remind herself again. And again. But God that face made it easy to forget that he had hurt her.

"I missed you too. " He said fondly, and she looked at him and knew he wasn't done. "I missed you a lot, actually. More…than I ever expected." He said softly, then glanced at the house.

"Look, I told myself that if I came back and you had a boyfriend then I wouldn't tell you this but-" He looked at the house and sighed. "If you want me gone and out of your hair I'll go."

"No! Don't go! I mean- things with Eddie are…y'know, whatever! It's barely even…a thing." She said, trying to explain without giving away her lie, feeling a little guilty all of a sudden for ditching him inside when he was here as a favor.

He looked at her for a long time before he sighed "I don't know what that means- But I remember what a big deal it was to bring me to Thanksgiving so I'm sure it must be serious." He grumbled.

"I mean, yes, fuck- it's complicated." She tried.

"Complicated." He repeated, and she nodded.

When he shook his head she almost told him the truth right there, but suddenly the whole thing felt very….childish. Embarrassing. She didn’t like feeling childish around him.

"You said you got me something?" She asked gently, changing the subject. His face was still a little sad but he lit up at the words and opened up his car, digging through a bag until he took out a small wrapped box with a note on top that said for Sam.

Eddie didn't deny that he was pouting, glancing out the window at the angle where he could still see them talking.

He was mad. He didn't like anger. Too uncomfortable. Eddie didn't like being mad for a stupid reason, but no matter how stupid he felt he was still watching her talk to that guy and getting himself more worked up by the second. He had never met somebody so pleasant and so hateable, and whatever she just unwrapped must've been good because by the look on her face that little box had her greatest heart's desire. Her grin was so wide and soft and genuine as she glanced down at it a few times and back up at Connor like she couldn't believe anybody could've done what he just did for her.

Eddie kinda hated that guy.

His heart felt like it was being squeezed. He had been so good at holding this stupid crush back but he had never actually seen what she looked like in love. Now it was all he wanted. Now he was pretty sure he would die happy if she looked at him like that once, and he'd haunt the mortal plane for all eternity if he never got the chance.

He watched her gentle smile as she looked both ways before leaning up and gently pecking him on the lips. I'm not actually her boyfriend, he repeated to himself, though it did nothing for the sting.

"Damn, that's gotta hurt, buddy." Somebody that Eddie hadn't noticed behind him said, also looking out the window.

"I'm Sam's cousin, Greg. I'm sure Sam likes you for some reason, but I put ten bucks down that you wouldn't stand a chance once Aunt Vanessa called Connor."

"She called him? Like…after I got here?" He asked not entirely surprised but not entirely unoffended either.

"That doesn't actually surprise you, right? It's gotta be pretty clear that you don't fit in here. Besides, she and Connor were always going to be a better fit. He's perfect for her." He said, taking a sip of his wine.

Eddie was playing a part. All day he had been purposefully acting like the shittiest boyfriend possible. He knew that.

But also who the fuck was this guy to say that Ken Doll was a better match for Sam?

"Yeah, that's probably true." He said, standing up with a groan and taking the glass of wine right out of her cousin's hand and downing it in one.

"But I'm still the one she invited, and this" He pulled on the collar of his shirt. "Is still her lipstick. " He said, and handed the empty glass back to the cousin. Heading back to the main crowd , Eddie felt a scene in the making building up him, and honestly no idea what form it would take.

"Vanessa! I got a story I bet you're gonna love" He shouted, and saw everybody look at him in confusion. He sauntered over cockily, with an arm raised in greeting. He didn't even know what he was doing anymore; it was like the douchebag he had been pretending to be had taken over his impulses and the real Eddie was just on autopilot.

He forced his way into the group of people with his elbows and fished a joint out of his pocket and lit it.

"So- I was just thinking that you know who you look just like?" He asked, a little drunk now, maybe exaggerating just how much.

"Who?" She asked sternly, and glanced around. Eddie unfortunately noticed the little smile when she saw that Sam and Connor were gone and it did nothing for his mood.

"The queen of England!" He said proudly, and she blanched.

"I'm sure he means Dianna, love." Her husband whispered and Eddie laughed.

"I did not mean Dianna. Hey- Are those real pearls?" He asked loudly and took one of the hors d'oeuvres and shoved the whole thing in his mouth.

"Uh, yes." She said, hoping that would be an end to it.

"God what a waste of money. You know they make plastic white balls now, right? And everything in this house is so expensive and gaudy and did anybody ever mention that expensive isn't the same as tasteful?" He said, quoting Sam's description of the house from a few days ago.

"How dare you speak to me that way. You are a guest in my house and-"

Eddie stopped listening when he heard the door open and he looked towards it to see Sam and Connor walking in. They were making eyes at each other that they were obviously trying to hide but they fooled nobody. Eddie felt a little sick.

Sam's eyes got a little wide when she saw how angrily everybody was looking at Eddie and didn't know why she didn't like it. She knew she had invited him here to be a menace but the look on his face seemed….real. She didn't like it, it wasn't a face that suited him. He broke into a somewhat drunken and a little bit sarcastic grin.

"And there she is. I was just wondering who my beautiful girlfriend got off with. I mean off to." He said with a laugh at his own joke, and slung his arm around her.

"Calm down, man. We were just catching up." Connor said cautiously. Eddie resented the correct notion that he needed to get himself together and blocked out the command.

"Alright, you can't expect me not to get pissed when some dickhead like you tries to seduce my damn girlfriend." He said. Is this what douchebags felt like all the time? Eddie kinda hated how good it felt.

"Hey, c'mon man." Connor said softly, and suddenly Eddie felt like a villain. Like he was one of the creeps that hit on Sam at the Hideout he had to scare away by putting his arm around her like he was now. No, not like he was now. When his arm hit her shoulders then he would feel them instantly relax. Now she was stiff as a board, all because of him. He took his arm off to see if that made this ugly feeling go away.

It didn't.

Maybe just continuing to dig would do the trick. He might feel better, even if that plan was doomed to fail.

"Yeah. C'mon, maaaan." He said, gesticulating his body and hands while he said it "I mean damn you'd think a guy as cool as you would know that coming to dinner with the intention of breaking up your exs relationship just because her mom called you is fucked up. You have to realize that, right?" Sam's head snapped to Connor and saw him looking furious.

"Really? You're saying you don't understand why I thought coming over would be a good idea when Vanessa called me and told me that Sam's new boyfriend is a drug dealer? I was just coming to make sure she wasn't being beaten or some shit." He said.

Even though he had been nothing but a creep all night long it still hurt that Sam wasn't sticking up for him like she always did.

"That's the only reason you're here, huh? Doesn't have anything to do with your little gift or how you kissed her outside?" He said, and the spectators gasped.

Sam's eyes snapped to him furiously and full of hurt and back to Connor's apologetically.

Eddie felt sick. He shouldn't have said that. He shouldn't have said any of that.

What the hell was wrong with him today that made it impossible for him to just stop talking?

She just shook her head and walked in the other direction, and Eddie quickly followed.

"Uh-uh, I think you've done enough." Connor said, putting a firm hand on Eddie's shoulder to hold him back, but he violently shook it off.

"Don't fuckin touch me, man." He growled and stomped after her.

"Sam! Wait up." He said as he chased her down the hallway. She didn't stop.

"Sam- Shit, cmon, just talk to me. I'm sorry, okay?"

"Give it a fucking rest, Eddie." She said, turning around, sighing.

She heard footsteps and rolled her eyes, grabbing his wrist and dragging him into the nearest bedroom and locking the door.

"What has gotten into you?" She asked angrily.

"I'm doing what you told me to do, remember?" He said back in a dark voice. Now that they were alone he didn’t want to talk anymore. He wanted to put his face in his hands and scream into a pillow at how stupid and tangled up his feelings had gotten in the last couple of hours.

"Oh fuck off, you know that's not true. What you're doing now isn't…fun. Like, at all. What changed when Connor got here?" She was annoyed and hurt and he could hear it in every syllable.

"Because he- he obviously wants you back." He said, feeling like an idiot. There was no way to explain what was wrong without just saying it and everything he said would dig him deeper into this stupid hole but climbing out seemed a lot harder.

"Okay? Why do you care?" The fact that she was so confused made him feel even smaller. Like his stupid brain had been building up a stupid romantic narrative while she had still been playing the agreed upon game

"Because why would you want to get with a guy that tried to get you to cheat on somebody? That sucks- everybody knows you shouldn't do that." He tried, just saying the first thing that came into his head now.

"Okay sure but if the person I'm dating is a total lunatic I think it's reasonable to be concerned." She explained in frustration.

"I'm only acting how you wanted me to!" he said desperately.

"I know you are. You're here to act like a shitty boyfriend, why on earth would it bother you that Connor thinks so too?" He hated how confused she was, and hated how frustrated he was getting even more.

"I don't care that he thinks I'm a dick, I care that he kissed you." He blurted out.

"Why?" She shouted.

"Because I'm jealous, Sam! Obviously I'm fucking jealous- You kiss somebody else like an hour after your tongue was in my mouth and you really can't figure out why I might be kinda mad about that?" He scanned her face for any acknowledgement that he wasn't imagining things, but he knew that her poker face was nearly unbeatable.

"It wasn't real." She insisted. Eddie laughed humorlessly. That one stung. He didn't try to hide it.

"Jesus, I'd love to find out what a real kiss with Sammy Campbell's like if that was just for show. Connor must be walking on fucking air right now!"

His feelings were raging in his ears and his cognitive dissonance was overpowering, because he knew what had happened. He knew what he had felt and he had been so sure that she felt it too, but now he was left with two options, and he didn't like either, because either Sam was lying to him, or he just…didn't know her the way he thought he did. The second possibility hurts more. The thought that he had misread a situation so badly with somebody he was closer to than just about anybody was worrying.

"Oh fuck you. You can't suddenly get all pissed off and possessive because you got horny from making out with me for show. I let Connor kiss me because he actually likes me and wasn't just turned on and feeling confident because acting like a dick made you feel like a red blooded American man for the first time in your life. You don't get to use me like that just because you're getting a kick out of it. That's not fun for me, alright? That's not fair." She said, swallowing hard and looking hurt.

"Is that really what you think is happening right now?" Eddie felt overwhelmingly far away from her. Is that really what she thought? Was that really what she had felt when they kissed?

"What the hell else am I supposed to think? You've never shown any interest in me before now, you never reciprocated any of my flirting every time I've tried to ask you out, you just assume we're just chilling- and now you're suddenly jealous of Connor? That just…that sucks, Eddie." She said, defeated, and Eddie stared at her in shock.

"Wait- when were you flirting with me? You're interested in me?" He said, feeling like he had just missed the last step on a staircase. Instead of explaining, she rolled her eyes.

"Well…I was." He said, and his heart froze in place. "But whatever it is that's going on now?…no. I don't like this."

He felt like the floor was falling out from under him at the realization that he had already had and summarily blew his shot with her without even realizing he was even up to roll.

"Sure. I'm sure it has nothing to do with the fact that Ole 6'2 Connor over there wants to take you to Europe." He said, too bitterly for her to hear all the hurt building up inside of him. He had never been the type to lash out at people when he was upset but right now all he wanted to do was get mad and have his anger make him feel better.

"Yeah, and I'm sure that the fact that you are suddenly into me has nothing to do with the fact that you get insecure around real grown ups because you start to feel like a loser."

Eddie shook his head in frustration. She was right, but hypocritical as hell and they both knew it.

"Since when do you give a shit that somebody's got a 401k and a real damn job? Pretty sure that you're the one cutting class with me to smoke in your van- if I'm a loser, so are you." He said.

Both of them stared at each other with the overwhelming feeling that they had fucked up. They could see each other's hurt etched all over their faces.

"Whatever, Eddie." She said, sounding exhausted and shaking her head as she walked away, leaving him alone in the fancy room feeling like an asshole.

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She hurried out of the room and down the hallway, needing some air and feeling like she was gonna pass out. She just wanted to go home and erase this entire day from her mind and start fresh with Eddie in the morning and her stomach felt sick when she realized that wasn't going to happen.

"Whoa, there you are- are you okay? Connor asked, jogging up to her.

"I'm fine." She said tersely and stepped outside.

"You don't sound fine. What did that creep say to you?"

She paused, still having the impulse to defend Eddie even though for the first time she felt like it was kinda warranted.

"It's complicated." She grumbled.

"Look, Sam- I wasn't gonna say anything because I know that you're dating him but…If you don't think you can get away from him or if he's hurting you or-"

"What? No, no, he's being a dick but…" She paused, glancing up at the window of the room she had left him and seeing his hair pressed against the window, hitting the back or his head against it repeatedly. At least he also felt like shit. That was some consolation.

"He's actually a really sweet guy." She said with a sigh and a frown. What a terrible day she thought bitterly. She just hoped that their friendship wasn't over, but she wasn't sure if she could get past him just… wanting to touch her. Nothing else. It's not like he had denied it when she said it. But at the same time she knew Eddie, and every second since she stormed away she was more and more sure that she had missed something.

"He doesn't seem that sweet to me. In fact, he seems like a total and complete douchebag."

"Yeah…" She said in agreement, and glanced up at the window, seeing him there still. She wondered what he was thinking about. She wondered if it would make her feel better if he told her.

"Can I tell you a secret?" She asked, glancing sidelong at Connor, really fucking tired of the ruse all of a sudden.

"Always."

She smiled with a little remorseful laugh.

"Eddie's not really my boyfriend. He's just my friend and I was pissed because my mom didn't notice that I took off for a year so we thought it would be funny if he came in here and acted insane and caused a scene." She whispered, and he tilted his head in confusion, drawing his eyes to her very obvious hickey. Sam put her hand over it and blushed.

"We…we were just putting on a show. Really." She insisted, but he wasn't convinced. She didn't sound convinced either.

"Does he know that? Because fake boyfriend or not he seemed real jealous."

She sighed. "That's probably just because you met Ozzy."

"He's into you."

"No…he's not. He just got carried away." She said, convincing herself it was true.

"Sam-"

"Seriously. He's just acting like a jerk because I asked him to and I've been pretending to act like I was annoyed all evening so he probably just didn't notice when I was actually mad. Eddie's a total sweetheart in real life." She insisted, and saw his shoulders relax. She didn't know why she wasn't telling him about the argument they just had. Maybe part of her was still hoping Eddie would make it up to her.

"I'm really glad to hear that. I was worried about you for a second but I knew you'd never go out with some garage band stoner drug dealer super senior freak." He said, and she paused

"Well, I mean...those parts are true." She said cautiously. "But I don't think there's anything wrong with any of tht." She said defensively.

"Seriously? What isn't wrong with those things? You can do better than that loser."

She crossed her arms and scowled, knowing exactly how many of those words described her too.

"If he's a loser for being a stoner freak that took an extra year to graduate then maybe you can do better than a loser like me." She said crossly.

"Jesus, you know I wasn't talking about you." He said, annoyed that she wasn't getting it.

"What's the difference? If it makes him a loser then why not me?"

"Because you don't have to act like that."

"But I like acting like that." She said firmly.

"If we got back together you wouldn't hang out with that guy anymore so you wouldn't act like that." She leaned back in surprise, seeing him more clearly now.

"Shut up, you know I didn't mean that." He was annoyed now, and she was pissed.

"So I just should change myself for you?"

"Don't tell me to shut up!"

"You're right, I'm sorry- I just don't understand how you can't see that the guy is a freak! He's a criminal for Christ's sake!"

Sam paused. "Wait- how did you know all that about Eddie? Oh my god- my mom did call you- is that why you're here?

"No! I came to see you, obviously. I already told you that."

"How long have you been in town?" She asked flatly.

"Is that really important right now? Isn't what's important that I'm better for you than that loser inside?"

"How long. Have you. Been. In. Town?" She asked again, and he signed.

"About three weeks." He said in resignation.

"Three weeks? You've been in Hawkins for three weeks and you didn't call me? God you're such a dick. You're only here because you got jealous, is that it? You didn't even think about calling me until you heard I was with somebody else and you came right over."

"That's not true."

"You sure? You sure that the second I said Eddie wasn't my real boyfriend you didn't want me as bad?"

"No, you're right about that part. Hearing you tell me that you're doing something this childish does make me want you less. I mean, Christ Sam, you're almost 20 now, you're too old for this." He said condescending.

"Maybe I'm not. Maybe I'm being childish and stupid and immature or maybe when you were 21 you were a little too old to be dating a 17 year old in high school. Maybe I'm immature and childish because I graduated four fucking months ago."

"Yeah well I wouldn't have dated you if I had known you'd be a bitch about it forever."

"Jesus Christ. I cannot believe I was happy to see you."

Just then a head popped out the door "Dinner time! Come inside you two!"

They looked at each other grimly and she walked in first, and he reluctantly followed.

Eddie was still there. She didn't really expect that, though she supposed she was glad because he was still her ride. He looked kinda miserable but when he caught her eye he gave her a tiny apologetic smile that she struggled to return. She just wanted to leave and have this all be over.

They passed around the dishes to quiet small talk as she sat in silence next to Eddie where their place cards were.

"Man, am I glad I didn't fill up on wine and horse doovers." Eddie said loudly, and she glanced at him from the corner of her eye, tilting her head.

"Oh fuck and these rolls." He said, grabbing a few with his hands. "Y'know, I've had kind of a hard time eating bread lately." He said just as loud, and she and a few others looked at him in confusion.

"That sounded weird- it wasn't really. See, what happened is I was doing a little acid, as you do, trying to find the bathroom at Rocellis Pizza in East Hawkins and I tripped like a moron and fell out the window into a dumpster. Then the lid slammed shut but something soft caught my fall and eventually I realized it was pizza dough. But the thing is, dough doesn't stop rising just because you throw it away. So here I am, the asshole trapped in a dumpster all night long with a giant blob of dough expanding under me until I was pressed against the lid and the trash guy found me the next day." He said matter of factly, and Sam looked at him with her lips pulled between her teeth and eyebrows raised.

"That sounds…harrowing." Cousin Greg said, and Eddie nodded and made a gesture that was clearly meant to look like dropping his roll on the ground had been an accident. He bent down and picked it up off the floor to took a huge bite out of it as her family looked on horrified.

His big brown eyes found Sam's and saw a cautious smile and knew he was on the right track.

He grabbed a dish out of somebody's hand and scooped too much onto his plate and started eating it right away.

"God this is good- what is this anyway?" He said with his mouth full and he grinned when he heard Sam breath out a laugh at her relatives' faces.

"Green bean casserole." Somebody said dryly, and Eddie looked at him blankly.

"Nuh-uh- beans are small and brown. These look like green French fries from a tree." He said the most ridiculous thing he could think of plainly, and heard Sam's first laugh.

He reached into his pocket and dug around until he found what he seemed to be looking for, and pulled out a French fry, and held it up next to the green bean.

Sam had forgotten about the pocket fries. He told her they were for pigeons because he liked to feed them while he ate fast food in parking lots. She had never seen him eat one, but she suspected he sometimes did. She hadn't expected it to come out today, though and the sight broke through any hesitation she had left to react. She laughed aloud and quickly covered her mouth.

"Look at them, they’re pretty much identical. Is it really a bean?" He leaned toward Sam and showed her, eyeing her face as it was becoming more joyful by the second.

"See? Same size." He said in an almost childlike voice, holding the examples in front of his face and blinking at her a few times. He knew the eye contact would be what got her when she instantly exploded into giggles. Eddie grinned victoriously but refused to drop his act this time. This was what he was here for.

"I'm starting to understand why you were held back twice." Connor grunted from across the table.

Eddie popped the pocket fry in his mouth and waved his bean on fork wielding hand in a dismissive gesture flinging some wet crumbs at a random family member.

"It was totally political." He said with a shake of his head, now being the one trying to keep a straight face as he heard Sam keep giggling beside him.

"Hey, can you pass me the wor-chestee-shire please?" He said as incorrectly as he could.

"That's gravy. It's in a gravy boat. Why would there be Worcester sauce in a gravy boat?" Her mother said judgmentally, scowling at her daughter whose laughter was now completely unstoppable, with a few other family members beginning to join in.

"What the fuck is a gravy boat?" He asked in as bothered a tone as he could, and he grinned when Sam's step dad tried to hide a short laugh.

"Oh, Sammy- did I ever tell you about that time that I-heh-" He began to laugh when he saw her and heard that all too contagious giggle of hers and willed himself to persevere. For her sake, he would be strong.

"Did I ever tell you about the time that I was standing on the cafeteria tables and I slipped on the mashed potatoes-" She clearly remembered it herself by the way she doubled over.

Eddie wasn't stopping himself from giggling now.

"I got a concussion-" He managed to eek out and heard another howl of laughter beside him.

He remembered that weird fire inside of him when they were standing in that closet. Like... he was being a douchebag and asserting himself and the confidence had felt good. The anger felt righteous.

But that burn had nothing on what he was feeling right now making her laugh.

His veins were being filled up with helium and he thought he might float away without the hand she had just slipped onto his shoulder to steady herself in her hysteria.

"And- and you got food all over you- and I ditched class with you-" She struggled to get through her part of the story, but he wanted to hear it from her. "And you just walked to the river and fucking lay down in it."

"Then what happened?" He said encouragingly, grinning at her unstoppable giggles.

She tried to speak but she was too far gone and exploded instead, laughter turning silent, so he looked over the family as calmly as he could.

"She was gonna say a fisherman cast his line and caught my hair. Thought I was a big ass trout. Took a week to get out the hook without cutting the hair."

He grinned at the giggling breakdowns of her family members, the disgruntled look of her mother and Connor, and the absolute joy radiating from Sam as she laughed.

He looked at her with eyes so full of affection her laughter quickly dissipated into a soft smile at him. It was the same look she had at whatever Connor had given her outside. Like she couldn't believe he would know just what to say to make her happy.

"Sammy. I'm so sorry. I was a total dick and I just got jealous of this creep because he seemed too perfect and I got insecure and that's no excuse but I’m sorry and I promise to never start reacting to things like that because I didn’t like it…but I do like you. Like actually. A lot. It wasn't just because we made out in the closet earlier. I've liked you for months now." He admitted, and his heart got warm when he saw her smile growing.

There were murmurs across the table.

"I thought they were already dating." Charles whispered to Sam's mom, who shrugged in confusion.

"I like you too, Eddie. A lot. And trust me, Connor isn't perfect. Far from it he's actually a complete douche bag." She said in a heartfelt tone.

"I'm right here." Connor complained, and was ignored, and she glanced at him nodding to say I know and listen to every mean we are going say to you.

"I was really hoping he was a dick, but that didn't make me less of a jerk today. I'm sorry, Sam." He apologized, and his heart skipped a beat at her grin.

"I forgive you, and I'm sorry for almost ditching you for Connor the Creep."

"Seriously?" Connor asked, offended.

"Let's get out of here." She said softly, and he grinned. They both stood up and Eddie bowed deeply to a few rebellious scattered claps. He scooped up a couple more servings of food onto his plate and they waved goodbye as they left.

As they walked out of the house out into the autumn air it felt like they had gone into another dimension where her family didn't didn't exist.

They didn't say anything, just smiled at each other softly. But before he began to walk to the car, Eddie transferred his full, uncovered plate to his other hand so that he could take hers instead.

Their fingers intertwined and the warmth of their hands knotted up together felt closer than anything that happened in that closet.

It was unambiguously real and anchored them to each other as they walked slowly, stealing nervous glances at each other and smiling to themselves. When they got to the van he put his plate on top of the car and looked at her full on before they got in.

He opened his mouth a few times like he wanted to speak, but only laughed and shook his head when he couldn't think of anything to say.

After a few moments of him staring at her in what could only be described as wonder, Sam laughed and shook her head.

"Cmere." She said, and pulled on his vest lapels until he met her lips with his. Their eyes closed, his arms went around her and her foot popped up romantically. They grinned at each other as they pulled away, brushing their noses slightly.

Sam wished she hadn't caught sight of the window out of the corner of her eye, because as she turned back to the house Eddie did too, and they both awkwardly waved at the hoard of Beauregards watching them from inside. A few waved back.

He grinned and opened the car door for her before jogging around to the driver's seat and getting in.

He turned on the car but couldn't resist going in to kiss her one more time before gunning it down the road accompanying the sound of a crack as they saw the plate of food fly off the roof where he had left it and shatter on the road.

More food for the pigeons.

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Hello this is the Anon that requested the zoning out ECT S/O I understand you aren't doing mk, what about Demon Slayer, with Tengen, Misturi, Shinobu, Obanai(rlly hope I spelled that right) and Rengoku

yep! thank you for requesting! again it will take a bit for me to do my other requests because i am stressed out currently and i’ve barely had any motivation to write. thank you for your patience :)

Content warning : being tengens 4th wife 💃🏾🕺🏽 , insecurities , ADHD ,

Tengen U.

i feel like tengen would be able to deal with your zoning out and stuff pretty well… i have a feeling Suma zones out a lot as well plus he is friends with Rengoku and all the other pillars so ya’know he kinda deals with their different personalities all the time

whenever you’re talking to him you tend to fidget with your top or something random you had gotten from the house or outside to help you concentrate, tengen noticed this when you first got married and joined everyone but he didn’t wanna bring it up just incase you got insecure and tried to pretend to be “normal”

with being cut off during conversations he kinda gets a tad bit annoyed because he does have four wives now with different personalities and a lot to say, but he never really gets upset with you, suma, makio or hinatsuru if one of you ever cut him or each other off. he just listens to what one of you have to say then go back to whatever he was saying or whatever one of you guys were saying, he’s very patient when it comes to you four to be honest

your relationship is pretty open and there’s a lot of communication so if you’re getting distracted or even bored with a certain topic you kinda just say that whenever it’s your turn to speak or something, then you talk about something else or do whatever you want in another room

makio tends to get very upset with the cutting off people thing, Suma doesn’t really care because she does the exact same thing (it’s giving adhd 😀👍🏾), hinatsuru is very calm and willing to listen to whatever any of you guys have to say. she’s a very patient person and doesn’t really get upset and tengen has learned to deal with each of your personalities over time so depending on which one you are he’ll either give back that energy (makio🗿) or be patient.

Mitsuri K.

congratulations, you’ve found your perfect match 👁👄👁👍🏾 how’s it feel?

Mitsuri gives off a lot of zoning out, can’t concentrate and getting distracted very quickly energy so ya’know perfect fucking match made in heaven by god himself. he can get distracted by a lot of things very easily she just tries not to during pillar meetings so she doesn’t get yelled at by Tengen 😔

if you cut her off in the middle of a conversation she doesn’t mind at all honestly! she probably does the same thing too so y’all have 5 minute conversations about one thing then “OH as i was saying earlier about that cat!” or “WAIT i just remembered! did you do that thing” every five minutes i kid you not half of your conversations are forgotten because you guys just keep piling different topics onto each other

as for the fidgeting thing she doesn’t do that but whenever you do and you don’t have anything to fidget with she gives you her hand to mess with. she does really mind so be honest and it happens so much that it’s so normal so her

if she starts seeing you get more insecure about this and trying to “mask” your personality with another one that isn’t like you she’d be so sad…. she loves how you are normally. one thing she hates is whenever you get overly insecure and stop talking around others

she helps you with being more confident about yourself personality wise. she thinks it’s a big deal if you’re confident in the person you truly are instead of trying to fake it for others approval

Shinobu K.

you and shinobu are both similar and different in a lot of ways… she zones out, gets distracted and even unintentionally interrupts people that isn’t Tomioka (she does that intentionally). she may not zone out as much as you do but she does get distracted a lot.

if you can’t concentrate on something she always offers help or even suggests you take a break from whatever you can’t concentrate on and work on it later. whenever she helps you she kinda just sits with you and gets you back on track, even grabbing you a snack because she says a small snack could help with focusing again and it does :)

i literally had no idea how to write for her 🗿

Obanai I.

complete opposites 😀 he is very calm and stuff while you aren’t a lot of the time. you also zone out alot which reminds him of Muichiro because of how often you do it. you also get distracted mid conversation and kinda just stop listening to what he’s saying and go to do something else, he gets hella offended by the way but never tells you that

there was one time someone said something negative about your personality and how you unintentionally interrupt others and you got insecure and started trying to change yourself. Obanai was fucking livid… he hated how someone made you insecure for being you. he loves the person you are, even though you zoning out or something does get a little frustrating it’s who you are and he wouldn’t trade your personality for the world… imma just say that person got an ear full 😁

if you fidget a lot or can’t really stay still he lets you hold Kaburamaru if you need something to help you. the snake actually really loved you btw and it normally doesn’t like a lot of people but you’re the only one he allows, congratulations — the snake has claimed you as second person

Kyojuro R.

you both are so similar in the cutting people off and zoning out that it’s like you both were made for each other. though he doesn’t fidget or get distracted easily he does like to learn more so please! do tell him more! he will listen very carefully and will definitely do research on how to help

if you zone out mid conversation he will simply just sit and wait until you come back so he can continue the conversation with you again. this man had an incredible amount of patience when it comes to you, his fellow hashira are always so amazed on how he can sit and wait for minutes for you to snap back and remember what he was saying. i feel like while he’s waiting he kinda thinks of what to say ans even what to bring up about the conversation

if you are getting bored with a subject you always tell him so that he can change it to whatever you’d like and continue the conversation that was being had earlier later. he also does the same with you as well. just like with Tengen your relationship is very open and there’s alot of communication, so there is nothing that is hidden from one another unless it’s a present or something

this took a whole because ✨writers block✨ :(

#demon slayer #demon slayer x reader #demon slayer x female reader #uzui tengen #tengen x reader #tengen headcanons #mitsuri kanroji #mitsuri x reader #mitsuri headcanons #shinobu kocho #shinobu x reader #shinobu headcanons #obanai iguro #obanai x reader #obanai headcanons #kyojuro rengoku #rengoku x reader #rengoku headcanons

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The Promotion- Part II

Second part of a twoshot (part one) AU where everything is the same except Hunter and Willow are secretly dating and its fluffy and cheesey

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“Well well well,” chuckled Darius as Hunter practically floated through the door. “Rejection is typically fairly swift and you’ve been gone for awhile, I take it things went well?”

Usually much better at concealing his emotions, Hunter found himself unable to fight the smile that sought to make permanent residence on his face.

“The mission was… a success,” said Hunter, knowing he’d have to be the one to readopt formality. “Thank you for your support in the endeavor.”

“Of course, little prince,” laughed Darius proudly. “Oh my, it’s like the end of an era, the Golden Guard is officially off the market. Listen, I can hear the hearts of lovesick teenagers breaking across the Isles as we speak.”

“Ha ha,” said Hunter sarcastically, rolling his eyes. “It’s not that big of a deal.”

“Oh it’s not? Then I’m sure you’ll be indifferent if I bring it up during the coven meeting tomorrow-.”

“No!” exclaimed Hunter. “I mean, uh, I would… appreciate your discretion. It is a really big deal to me actually but typically before I do anything I have to ask for my uncle’s permission and I sort of skipped that step when I went to see Willow. Every time I’ve gone to see Willow actually.”

“I see,” said Darius, knowingly. “This girl has made quite the rebel out of you. Don’t worry little prince, your secret's safe with me. We can’t have a scandal, now can we?”

“A scandal?”

“I’m only teasing, don’t worry so much or you’ll give yourself wrinkles,” said Darius. “Or go worry to your girlfriend, that’s her problem now.”

“Hmph, maybe I will,” said Hunter smugly for reasons he did not fully understand as he marched up to his room.

“I hope that girl knows what she’s gotten herself into,” said Darius to himself, shaking his head as he watched Hunter slump away. “I should send her a nice gift basket, as a bribe. Maybe offer her diplomatic immunity…”

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RULERZREACHF4N: I mAde it. Home.

Hello_willow: yay! I’m glad 💚

A heart. This was huge. He needed to craft his next message carefully.

RULERZREACHF4N: miss u. AlreadY

Was that the right thing to say? That was how he felt. He held his breath as he dared to type the next part.

RULERZREACHF4N: 💛

He nearly threw his scroll across the room, startled by his own boldness, frightened of how she’d react even though she had been the first one to send the heart.

Hello_willow: Same! Happy hour anniversary lol

She was counting the hours just like he was. Good, then she wasn’t regretting her decision..

She then sent a picture of herself. He could tell she was sitting by the window, the setting sun gracing her face with a dim light. Her face was a rich Ed up into a genuine smile and her hand rested under her chin in an iconic way as Clover sat on her shoulder clearly joking the photo at the last second, the light formed a gentle glow down near her glasses making everything else in the photo blurry, not that he would’ve noticed anything else anyway.

He did feel more confident complimenting her. He still felt nervous, but it was less nervous than before. He had a sacred duty as her boyfriend to remind her of her talent and skill and worth. These were all things he had no issue validating before but now he could also publicly compliment her more… superficial qualities without feeling he was overstepping.

He took a deep breath as he crafted his response.

RULERZREACHF4N: you look beautiful

He had to pace himself to not type as fast as he thought, wanting this message to show up without any flaws so she knew he meant it and did not misunderstand. He hoped he wasn’t too forward. He felt nervous when she didn’t respond right away as she normally did.

Miles away, Willow had dropped her scroll on her desk and she rushed to her bed to scream into a pillow at the fact that her boyfriend had called her beautiful and she simply had lost all abilities to function until she had properly screamed.

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Hunter found it so odd how everything had changed but also nothing had changed. He and Willow still messaged everyday, he still got the same twisty feeling in his stomach when she responded, and he was still awful at typing. The only thing that was really different was that he was pretty sure Willow knew about the twisty feeling. He wondered if she felt it too.

Their new status did not dramatically change their routine, Hunter still snuck away every chance he could to visit her and they would just talk and hang out. Their meetings were secret before and they were secret now, but now the secrets were only around them and not between them.

The only other people who knew were Darius and Gus. Darius was a necessity, and had cover stories already prepared having secretly longed for the day Hunter would act like a normal teenager and seek out his wisdom of youth (and also to tease him mercilessly). Even if Gus hadn't been there when Hunter went to ask Willow, he would’ve figured it out sooner or later. Hunter was always messaging him, thinking he was subtle in the ways he’d ask about Willow, often asking Gus for help drafting messages to her or asking what the abbreviations and emojis she sent him meant

But Gus noticed a new air around Willow. She had already begun showing more confidence but now there was something extra. She sighed more (in a good way), her laugh was lighter and now when Gus caught her daydreaming the flowers she absentmindedly summoned were more delicate and colorful.

Willow knew Hunter had to keep their relationship a secret, he had to keep most of what he did outside the cattle a secret so she found no misunderstanding in him not wanting to announce it. Even without the weight of his status, it was still new and didn’t need any outside pressure interfering. Hunter was upfront about Belos’ view of romantic relationships, having only discussed the matter once accidentally when he asked about how his parents fell in love. His uncle made it clear that he viewed romance as a weakness, and Hunter never asked again.

Willow would never view their relationship as a weakness, and she hoped Hunter understood that. She also knew how important order and routine were in coven life, and she knew that Hunter altered his order and routine every time he saw her. He was defying the most powerful witch in the Isles just to awkwardly hold her hand for a few minutes a day? It was anything but weak.

“Do your dads know yet?” Gus asked one day as they walked to the marketplace not needing to clarify.

“Not exactly? I’m pretty sure they suspect something though,” replied Willow. “But they probably wouldn’t say anything unless my grades went down, but Hunter is walking textbook, my grades have actually improved. I think he writes extra credit essays for fun.”

“I’m surprised Hunter didn’t insist on meeting them and getting their blessing,” commented Gus. “Though, he got my blessing so I guess that’s good enough.”

“Aw, that’s sweet,” said Willow. “But he did bring it up once, but I think whatever source he’s getting pointers from is a little outdated because he also asked how many of my rejected suitors he would need to beat in battle before he could meet them.”

“Oh, sorry that might’ve been me,” admitted Gus. “I should’ve known he wouldn't realize I was joking.”

“Anyway,” said Willow, giving him a gentle shove. “I’m not hiding it from them, but I know that when they find out they’ll wanna meet his family and I don’t think that’s too good of an idea. I also don’t know if I’m technically allowed to date because a couple months ago when I got grounded, papa said I couldn’t date until I was 30 and I’m not sure if that was binding.”

“Wow, you guys are practically a celebrity couple and you’re keeping it under wraps?” Feasted Gus. “Tsk tsk tsk, what a shame I have such a hot scoop but am bound by friendship to take it to my grave.”

“We’ve only been going out for a week, Gus,” Willow rolled her eyes. “We’re not eloping.”

“Of course not, not until you reach a month right?” Said Gus with a smirk. “I call dibs on officiating.”

They laughed and then suddenly Willow felt her scroll buzz. She pulled it out and the smile it inspired let Gus know exactly who the message was from.

“Is that his proposal?” Said Gus with a raise of his eyebrows. “What does it say? Or is it too sappy to share?”

“‘Turn around?’” Willow read confused. She looked around and saw no indication and anything meant to grab her attention.

“Uh, Willow, over there,” whispered Gus, giving her a gentle nudge as he pointed to a tree behind them. Hiding behind it was Hunter in his Golden Guard outfit, only half concealing himself as though he was unable to decide if he wanted to be seen or not.

“Oh my Titan he’s so cute,” Willow whispered under her breath. She waved him over and he took that as his cue to walk over to them, concealing something behind his back. Before she could say anything else, he pulled out a tiny red box from behind his back and practically shoved it in her face. “Oh, is this for me?”

He nodded, silent, beet red beneath the mask. Willow carefully removed the lid of the box and looked inside to find a set of gold earrings.

“Oh wow,” said Willow as they caught the light and gleamed. This was the exact reaction Hunter was hoping for.

“Do you like them?”

“Oh, I love them,” she gasped, putting them on immediately.

“I saw you looking at them last week and I thought they would match your glasses.”

“Sure, her glasses, that’s what they match.” Gus said slyly.

“And I got something for you too Gus,” said Hunter digging into his pockets.

“You got me something?”

“Yes,” he replied as he struggled to find it. “It’s not as nice as the earrings though. I can get you a pair if you want but I didn’t know if you-.”

“Well I’ll never say no to a present,” said Gus trying to downplay his excitement. “But if it’s flowers, I may have to politely decline.”

“No, it’s something we confiscated from the Owl Lady,” said Hunter. “Or Lilith did and then when she tried to return she didn’t want it back and Lilith didn’t want it and so she threw it at me when I asked her a question but she didn’t throw it hard or anything so it’s okay but it’s something from the human realm-.”

“What? Oh! Gimme gimme gimme!” Said Gus excitedly, extending his hands. When Hunter managed to free the item, he victoriously handed it over and Gus marveled at its beauty.

“Woah! What is it?”

“I think it's a bar of blue human candy,” said Hunter. “Though, I’ve never had candy from this realm so I don’t know how it compares. Apparently it’s deep sea flavor? Doesn’t sound very appealing but it smells nice.”

“Oh, wow!” Said Gus holding the ‘candy’ up to the light. “This is amazing! I’ll cherish it always! Willow, your boyfriend is good with me! I gotta show this to Luz!”

“How do they look?” Willow asked, showing off her new accessory.

“Perfect,” said Hunter, extending his arm to her . “Just like you.”

“Aw!” Said Willow, taking his arm and placing hers around his bicep and leaning her head on his shoulder. They were far enough away from anyone where they could walk like this and not be caught. They walked a little slower, just to prolong it. “You didn’t have to get me anything ya know.”

“It’s our one month anniversary,” Hunter stated. “Well, technically an anniversary refers to a yearly event so this would be our mensiversary though it’s not as commonly used.”

“A month?” Said Willow, skeptical. “It’s only been a week.”

“Oh, yeah well a week since we’ve been dating but a month since we’ve met,” said Hunter. “Which is an important date to me. So I wanted to get you something. And I met Gus on the same day so I got you both something. Is that okay?”

“Hunter, it’s more than okay, it's really sweet,” said Willow. “But I didn’t get you anything!”

“You gave me a chance,” he said casually as though that wasn’t the most romantic thing Willow had ever heard in her life.

Willow looked up at him breathlessly with wide eyes and he looked straight ahead. She couldn’t read his expression beneath the mask but she felt she knew what he was feeling as when he said this, he pulled her a little closer to him. She had a feeling his eyes darted to the side and he was looking back at her as neither of them noticed they had reached the market until they heard someone calling out they were having a sale.

Hunter removed himself from Willow’s hold (much to his dismay and took a large step to the side. Willow took no offense to this as it had become their routine.

“Well, here we are citizen,” said Hunter in his official Golden Guard tone. “I have successfully and safely escorted you to your destination, as I would do for anyone as is my job as Golden Guard.”

“Thank you for your service,” she said, mimicking his tone. “May I hire your services to escort me home as well?”

“I think that can be arranged,” he said. “Please let me know if there’s anything else you require.”

“There is one more thing,” said Willow before he could walk away, she quickly looked around to ensure no one was paying them any special attention. “If you see my boyfriend, can you tell him ‘thank you’ for the sweet gift?”

“I don’t typically pass on messages but I’ll see what I can do, citizen,” said the Golden Guard, standing as tall as he could. He also looked around to ensure no one was looking at them before adding in a playful whisper. “You're welcome. I’ll see you later!

He forced himself to briskly walk away, confident he had left the interaction on a positive note. He knew it wasn’t competition, there was no way it could be, but he felt as though he was winning at being a boyfriend. Every time she smiled at him, said his name, or just allowed him to be near her, he felt a strong feeling that he could only compare to the feeling of victory.

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Hunter had always had a remarkable memory. Before it would be full of rules and regulations that made the other covens heads roll their eyes and call him a know it all, but now he felt he could finally put it to good use. He filled it with things about Willow; the things she liked, the things she disliked, the facts and theories she would share with him that he delighted in being able to repeat later and impress her. He could recall all their firsts; their first time getting eye scream together, their first time messaging until 2am, their first time playing a game of flyer derby just the two of them after everyone else had gone home.

Their first fight.

He had gone on a mission in the mountains and had forgotten to message Willow to let her know, seemingly vanishing without a trace. When he came back, he immediately went to Hexside figuring he’d gotten back just in time to walk Willow home. He waited in her usual spot but she never came, which was odd because he knew there wasn’t fly derby practice today. Had something happened at school?

He took to the path she frequented to make sure and found her walking by herself. He transported beside her, certain she’d be happy to see him but she did not stop to greet him or even acknowledge him.

“Captain, hi!” he said, in case she had been daydreaming and hadn’t noticed him. But still she kept walking. “Captain? Hello?”

She held her books tighter to her chest and walked faster. It was apparent she knew he was there, but was ignoring him.

“Willow? Is something wrong?” asked Hunter, concerned. “I-I really missed you, I thought-.”

“Oh, did you?” she said, not stopping her pace. “You missed me? Is that why you were ignoring me?”

“What? Ignoring you? No! No, I was on a mission.”

“Oh, was it a surprise mission?”

“Um, not really? I knew about it last week so I-.”

“So why did you just leave? Why didn’t you tell me you were gonna be gone?”

“I’ve gone on missions before, I didn’t think it was worth mentioning.”

“It is when you just disappear!” Willow exclaimed, stopping and turning on her heel to face him. “Hunter, what if…. I thought that you…. I was worried about you!”

“Worried? Why?”

“Because you’re always telling me about all the dangerous stuff you do and I know you’re strong and smart and you’re used to it but you always tell me about it and so I know you’re okay. Then nothing! Y-You didn’t tell me you’d be gone so what was I supposed to think?”

“You were worried about me?” He repeated. “Captain, I’m sorry. That’s literally the last thing I ever wanted! I promise you don’t need to worry about me.”

“I worry about you because I care about you,” said Willow, calming herself. “That’s when it happens when you date someone. You don’t need to message me every single day but when you go from sending frequent updates to nothing all of a sudden, it makes me think something is wrong. I sent you like a hundred messages and you never responded.”

He didn’t realize he had forgotten his scroll entirely, his heart breaking at the idea of coming home to messages of her worrying about him.

“I understand,” he said solemnly, dropping his head .”I’m sorry for letting you down. I failed to fulfill my duties as the boyfriend you deserve. You deserve better, I understand your need for a replacement.”

His shoulders sunk as he walked away, his breathing shaking as he felt like he was choking on his own thoughts. Before the tears could come he found himself on the ground, something wrapping around his ankles and dragging him away. He knew he had been captured by Willow’s vines and when he looked up he saw her standing over him with her eyebrows raised. She removed his golden mask so he could see her better.

“Hunter, I’m not breaking up with you.” she said sternly.

“Y-you’re not?” He asked, genuinely surprised. “You should.”

“Why?” She chuckled. “Cause you didn’t message me back?”

“But you were… upset with me,” he said, confused as she loosened the vines grip on her ankles. “I let you down. I failed you.”

“You didn’t fail me,” she said, helping him up to his feet. She fiddled with his mask as though speaking with it as well. “Just… communicate. If you’re gonna be busy, just let me know you’re safe.”

“Deal, of course, absolutely,” said Hunter breathlessly, taking her hands in his. “Thank you for letting me say your boyfriend.”

“Well, it’ll take more than that to get rid of me,” teased Willow. “I’m not gonna break up with you over one fight.”

“Was this a bad fight?”

“Oh no, not even close,” she laughed. “When we really fight, you’ll know it.”

“How?”

“The vines will have thorns.”

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And there were also other more… positive firsts.

On the rare instance Hunter was able to sneak away during lunchtime, he and Willow had a secret spot picked up where they could be alone and not draw any attention. Hunter would dawn a Hexide uniform and they’d meet in the tree just outside the flyer derby field, on a branch sturdy enough to support them and high enough where they had privacy. Among the leaves they would talk about their day and share the lunch Willow’s dads had packed her (they had been packing her extra lately for some reason, it was almost as though they suspected something).

The pair watched Flapjack and Clover play in the branches, flying around each other playing hide and seek. Flapjack circled a collection of leaves, chirping as he avoided being caught by Clover, flying unto Hunter’s shoulder before leaping onto the top of Willow’s head, nesting happily in her hair. .

“Oh hey buddy,” Willow greeted the palisman with a laugh, reaching up to pet him.

“Flapjack! Get out of there!” Hunter ordered, reaching to remove the bird who only burrowed deeper much to his horror.

“He’s fine, Hunter,” Willow continued to laugh. “I always have seeds in my hair from gardening, he probably found some for his lunch.”

“Even so, he knows better,” said Hunter sternly. “I apologize for his behavior.”

“Sure you’re not just jealous?” she teased before looking back to Hunter who had gotten much closer to her in his attempt to remove Flapjack. Very close.

“Can I ask you a question?” Hunter breathed leaning back slightly, trying to hide how flustered the closeness made him.

“You just did,” she said, playfully bopping his nose. He smiled endearingly at her, her joking manner always finding a way to ease his nerves.

“So we’ve been dating awhile,” the word still tickled his throat when he said it. “And it’s been… really great. And I was reading something, for totally normal reasons, that said that people who are dating have certain… milestones in their relationship.”

“Okay?”

“And there’s one that stood out to me,” he said, clearing his throat. “Particularly. But I wouldn’t want to proceed unless you’re comfortable with it too.”

“I see,” said Willow, twirling her braid. “I have a feeling I know which one you’re talking about.”

“You do?”

She nodded.

“You don’t think it’s too forward or too soon?” He asked, becoming more flustered by the second. She shook her head and scooted closer to him, placing her hand on his. No matter how many times she did it, it sent a chill up his spine every single time.

He tried to find the rest of the words he had prepared but they disappeared as she shifted even closer to him. She closed her eyes and tilted her head up to him and gently pressed her lips against his. Surprised but delighted, Hunter closed his eyes as he tried to process what was happening. He thought he might float off the branch and so one hand held onto their branch as Willow secured the other one.

Willow pulled away and looked up at him with a gentle smile. Hunter looked back at her with wide, astonished eyes

“What… was that?”

“That… that was what you were talking about right?”

“I was… actually going to ask…if I could give you a pet name,” said Hunter, almost forgetting how to speak and breathe at the same time.

“What?”

“Yeah… but that was much better,” he said with a wide goofy grin, speaking as though he was in a trance.

“You… thought the next step was giving me a pet name?” Willow processed. “So… how many steps did I just skip?”

“I haven’t even gotten this far in any of the books I have,” said Hunter, still dreamily. “But that’s totally fine. I mean I’m a pretty fast reader so I don’t mind.”

“Oh,” said Willow quietly, embarrassed for only a moment when she saw her misunderstanding was more than welcomed. “So… what names did you wanna use?”

“Oh! I composed a list,” said Hunter, managing to snap himself out of the spell as he reached into his pocket to proudly present it to her. “I cross referenced terms of endearment with aspects of nature that remind me of you to find the perfect one.”

Willow took the list from him and Hunter looked over her shoulder as she glanced at the carefully handcrafted list. Willow loved how excited Hunter was to share this with her. His face lit up as he explained the reasoning behind each one and while she loved that he had gone through all this work for her, she couldn’t seem to focus on it because with him sitting so close to her all she could do was think about kissing him again.

“...and ‘honey’ I thought was clever because Clover is your Palisman and it’s bee themed and you're sweet but I personally haven’t had it so I don’t know if that lessons the effect,” went on Hunter. “Then sweet pea-.”

“Hunter, this is really cute, but to be honest, I like that you call me ‘Captain,” said Willow.

“But that’s your title, not a term of endearment,” insisted Hunter, having worked very hard on his list.

“Well, I think it’s pretty endearing when you say it,” said Willow with a shrug. “I can always use this list to find a nickname for you.”

He blushed wildly at the idea of Willow calling him “sweet pea.” All the nicknames he had even been given came from a place of irony or annoyance, sincerity.

“I don’t know if the list would work for me,” he admitted shyly. “I don’t think I’m-.”

“What about sunflower or daffodil,” started Willow, coming up with a list of her own. “Buttercup, marigold, they're golden flowers that remind me of your hair.” She laughed as she gently twirled his loose strand of hair.

The fact that she attributed the gold to his hair and not his mask made his heart want to leap out of his chest. Willow continued to twirl his strand of hair as she effortlessly rattled off types of plants as Hunter could just look at her fondly. He was amazed at how she just kept going, her mind a never ending encyclopedia. How could she know so much and be so wonderful and still choose to be here and be with him? She looked so natural here, the green leaves surrounding her like she was a picture in a frame and suddenly he was overcome with the thought of kissing her again.

He found himself moving closer but he didn’t have the nerve to close the distance himself this time. Willow noticed and suddenly the plants came to her mind slower, her focus turning elsewhere. Their eyes met, knowing they were sharing the same thought of wanting to repeat their most recent milestone.

Flapjack reached out from atop Willow’s head to grab his rogue piece of hair to pull him forward knowing he wouldn’t move on his own accord and brought him back to Willow. This time their lips met a tad more clumsily but more familiar and it was Willow who was surprised this time. She instinctively leaned forward and brought her hand to his cheek, as if to let him know she was grateful for Flapjack’s assistance who then hopped back down beside Clover, mission accomplished. Hunter closed his eyes, feeling her lips form a smile and daried to follow Willow's lead and place a hand on the side of her face as well, nearly knocking her glasses off but she didn’t seem to mind.

While the first kiss was quick and somewhat unsure, this one had a sense of confidence and lasted longer. Granted, ten seconds longer but it felt like lifetimes. Like the outside world did not exist, which is probably why they didn’t hear Gus calling up to them at first.

“Hello! Willow? Do you not hear the bell?” said the illusion he sent upo in his place, causing them to break apart, their faces sporting matching blushes.

“Sorry Gus,” she called down, waving her hand to remove his illusion, not sure how much he could see from where he stood. “I’ll be right down, okay?”

“I should probably get going too,” said Hunter, rubbing the back of his neck, not sure where he was supposed to look, feeling a dizziness he didn’t want to end. “But um…was that okay? If I had known that we were… I mean, I’m glad… but usually I’m more prepared so if it wasn’t-.”

“It was,” she said sweetly, leaning forward to place another quick kiss on his cheek as Clover flew over to her and took her staff form. “See you after school?”

All Hunter could do was nod, he hoped that eventually he would stop forgetting how to speak and breath at the same time when this happened, because he wanted it to happen often. He watched Willow fly gracefully down to Gus, her face glowing as she carried the same feeling and allowed it to ease her flight.

“Tsk tsk tsk,” said Gus, shaking his head as he and Willow began walking. “I can’t believe all the rumors are true: Willow and Hunter sitting in a tree k-i-s-s-i-n-g.”

#huntlow #toh #winter toh #the owl house #willow park #hunter wittebane

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whatstheoccasion · 2 years

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YOUVE GIVEN ME THE GO AHEAD FOR LAWS EARRINGS NOW i am sorry (not really) but consider this: law's daughter who wants to get her ears pierced as soon as she hits her teenage years bc she's been so 😵‍💫😵‍💫 over her dad's piercings since forever! law's lowk a very Dramatic parent in my opinion who would secretly never want his kid to feel an inch of pain (he is Protective) and tries to dissuade her from getting them done but she gets the same piercings anyways! after recovering from the initial shock (how could she, why did you let her etc etc.) he actually loves them bc theyre matching!!!!1!1 ++ i can imagine the daughter as a toddler fiddling with his earrings bc theyre Shiny and Gold (and she has her priorities straight at shiny and gold things) whenever she wants like he could be giving bepo death threats while she just crawls into his lap and begins tugging at them and the polar bears just laughing his goddamn ass off bc how can he take law seriously when he's this close to yelping like a toddler himself

((also u are VERY right abt the astrology stuff how 😭😭 and whys an aries moon scary .... i watched dressrosa ages ago ive forgotten n i need to catch up to wano though ive been spoiled with almost everything of note LMAO )) -- 😹

kitten anon my beloved I'M DEVASTATED 💔 THIS IS SO CUTE I DON'T EVEN WANT TO ADD MORE TO THIS!!

but i will. lmao

listen. law would throw a FIT over his daughter getting piercings. before actually being a dad, he thought he would be chill about most things, he's a goddamned pirate captain after all, and he knows most things don't need to be made such a big deal out of. he thought he'll be a cool dad who just shrugs over things like tattoos and piercings, but. BUT.

this is his daughter he's talking about!! his baby!! a chubby little thing who loved to chew on his clothes and babble out the word 'papa' and snatch his earrings just yesterday!! what do you mean he's not in control of her actions anymore? surely this means he won't be able to protect her?

he's a drama king but please understand he just doesn't want his family hurt– even by a tiny disinfected needle. he's brooding in the outside, face in a pout and dark aura coming out of him, hands on his sword while he scowls at his crew, "who the hell let this happen?", like they're at fault for not watching over her, his daughter uselessly trying to calm him down.

once he gets over it, though, his chest feels warmth all over. he was always so scared of fucking up his kid, turning them into an irreparable mess, but. his daughter loves him enough to go through a little bit of pain just to match with him, and it's that thought that makes him smile before bed at night, your knowing eyes twinkling with victory because you know he's not upset anymore.

he'll never tell her how much he appreciates it, because he doesn't want to condone to her doing things he considers dangerous without his approval, but the next day he'll bring her medicine for her to take care of them and tell her that they look, *cough*, *scowl*, "good."

it's honestly his fault to begin with, because as a child he used to buy her every cute thing that caught his eyes. strawberry earrings, bobby pins with polar bear stickers, fluffy pink hair ties. he also dedicated a certain amount of his free time to customize her clothes so the three of you would subtly match– he spoiled her in his own ways. so, give him a few more days and she'll see in her room new earrings, ones made costumed by law. if someone compliments her in public abt her new piercings and she points at law saying, "thanks, it's a matching set with my dad!!" he'll feel so warm, they might just catch him smiling before he calls her out for talking to strangers 💀

he'll have a talk with her to tell her that if she ever wants to do more piercings, that she should come to him. he knows his stuff and he cleans anything he uses. with him, she won't get sick or infected, and since it's seemingly impossible to control her, might as well get it done by someone who knows what they're doing. "next time just come to me for these things," he says, face as serious as ever. she squeaks and thanks him, hugging his stiff form, "even tattoos?!" she beams. law grimaces, "don’t push it."

#[ letter from: 😹 ]#[ answered ]#LOVE IM SO SORRY THIS IS LATE #sundays r so busy for me fr. but i logged in on tumblr yesterday ALL DAY!!! to reread this #chubby law babygirl made my heart jump #dad!law #trafalgar law x reader #feel fre to gush abt any law thoughts you have friend #ALSO ASTROLOGY THINGY: idk i like kpop and all the idols with aries moon look intimidating!! 🤕

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ncteez · 2 years

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just the tip/eyefucking strangers anon here ;)

listen, im pretty new to your blog and so idk if you're with the ones who see hyuck as a sub or the ones who see hyuck as a dom or both..... but i personally see him as a dom 90% of the time bc he def likes being in control and manhandling you, and that 10% of the time is when he'll submit to you, letting you take over. bro imagine his whiny, BROKEN moans fuck 😩

ANYWAYS the point is i see hyuck as the type to pull the eyefucking w strangers type shit he's a tease and i can see him looking you up and down, doing that tongue in cheek shit ..... you can interpret strangers eyefucking -> fucking, anyway u want but i love the idea of it being on vacation or just like the stranger u see in public that u keep thinking ab but u never see them again type shit 😭😭

hyuck's in your suite railing u on every surface possible because he just can't get enough of the way your pussy feels around him, and he knows theres a huge probability you'll never see each other again bc like... its summer vacation.. yall met by chance...

till his flight gets cancelled and he ends up on your flight instead...right next to u...🥴 18 hr flight together, no big deal right?

also i don't remember if i thanked you let for quenching my neverending thirst for jaemin thru that fic... need it to happen to me asap. THANK U BAE<3

(i marked u as just the tip anon if that's ok?)

i actually am very heavy on sub idols because i have a thing for corruption and men being desperate but it is a recent development that I find haechan as a dom. it's true, u can ask @domjaehyun, she got to hear all about my new and improved thoughts on haechan. I will say, i can usually see most idols as switches for sure.

AS FOR HAECHAN BEING THE EYE FUCKING STRANGER, I'm very into the idea of summer vacation flings, and in my mind it would be like. . . idk say mc is there because she's stressed the fuck out with her job back home and needs to get away. She's there to have fun, let loose, maybe get laid a few times?

let's say she's staying for two weeks, Haechan is at the tail end of his vacation when they meet. He would do the tongue-in-cheek look, dancing with other women but staring at mc the whole time. She would notice, and wait, and wait, and wait for him to come talk to her. But the thing is, he thinks his charm should lure her to him. He breaks and buys her a drink, they sit for a few hours eye-fucking the ever-loving hell out of each other until he brings her back to his place.

They run into each other a second time, they skip the small talk because immediately they're both interested again. This time he goes to her hotel and this is also when Haechan tells her that he's actually leaving the next day in the afternoon. She's like "whatever" about it because it's just a fling anyway, even though he's real fucking good at giving head.

Keep in mind that now he knows where her hotel is. And maybe his flight gets cancelled and the next one out is a few days later. He has no where to go, he knows no one in this city. . . outside of you, who is staying for at least another week.

knock knock knock on your door. It's haechan, he needs a place to stay for the next three days.

if ur down, i could totally add this to my wips and make a whole thing out of it?

#[mail]#just the tip anon #[m]#[h.hours]#[haechan]

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itoshi-s · 1 year

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zari ! ! i wan hear how u n' rinnie met ^V^ ! don't spare anyyyy detail i wan hear all da juicy stuffs :3c

COCO < 333 thank yew 4 asking beloved cuz i am so excited to talk abt this hehe it makes me blush just thinkin about it !!! >_<

the very first time we encounter each other is at a local cafe in paris !! he's a pro player for psg, i'm here for my internship after moving out to continue education in sports psychology. simple as that !! and we both need some pick-me-up coffee to start the day. rin stands in line behind me when i order a latte and my favorite croissant - and it just happens to be the last one. i joke around with the cashier on how it must be my lucky day then,, and right as i say it rin sighs and tells whoever he's on the phone with that they have just ran out& he has to get something else. i turn to look at him and tell him that it's okay, i don't mind getting something else instead - and i recognize him and get all sheepish 😭 cause he IS so tall and intimidating and looks way too annoyed for his own good, and it is THE rin itoshi after all. he lifts the phone from his ear and shakes his head before insisting i take it, it's fine. ryusei might as well just not get his daily sugar dose this time, it's not a big deal, he thinks. he's not going to make a fuss out of it. i ask if he's sure and he nods, and because i want this interaction to b over already i just go thru and buy it </3 i tell the cashier to pack it to go & she's a bit surprised cause i'm usually the regular sitting in the corner and studying for hours on end,, but i tell her i just need something to sweeten up my day in case my first day at work turns out worse than expected !! she gets all excited and we laugh a bit and rin's a bit on the rush, but he doesn't mind, and it feels a bit funny to him, but he doesn't pay that much mind to it. but just when i'm about to walk away &wait at the end of the bar he turns to me& tells me good luck :( you already know i nearly trip over my feet when i go to walk away akjsfhask by this point i am a mess!!!!!!

now when we PROPERLY meet each other it's barely a few hours later, at the training centre, and i step out of the office after signing all the remaining documents i need to go through w/ my internship. i don't really know my way around the building that well yet &take a few wrong turns, so when i can't find my way out to the field where i'm supposed to meet the team for the very first time, i go to ask a guy that happens to walk past. and of course it's him :,3 i only ever notice when he turns to me & we're both surprised - he has every right to be, me not so much cause ... i knew where i was signing up lol - and he tells me he's going that way too, has some dumb meeting with their health team, so we can walk together. "why'd you think it's dumb?" i ask and he shrugs a bit. "it's not like we really need it. what, you one of them?" rin looks down on me and it just sorta clicks - the first day at work, now me looking for where the meeting takes place - and he smiles a bit. "i see. well there's nothing to be scared of. ryusei, maybe." he deadpans & i nearly cry 😭 cause WHY would u bring up the one (1) most unhinged man among all of u akjfdhsl and then he adds, "he wasn't too happy when i told him you took his croissant."

........tldr; we meet bc of work but it's sweet & perhaps fate played a part in it too :3 he's not too keen of having a psychologist gf cause he's scared i'll end up analyzing him LOL i'm just like.. no babes i've a whole football team 2 look after whenever something goes wrong my world doesn't spin around u . (it's a lie. it does. we're obsessed w each other) KJASHDK COCO I HOPE I GAVE ALL THE DEETS ....... i'm feeling a lil silly 4 how long this turned out but welp :,3 i love love looooove our lore &love talkin abt it even more !!! MWAH

#✧.* ✉ zari’s mail #🌟 lovelies: coco #ੈ♡˳ rinari #rin my love #this made me scream into my pillows i LOVE HIM !!!!!! LOVE HIM LOVE HIM LOVE HIM !#>_<

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kits-ships · 9 months

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🦋🎆😜 —CCFM

:3 thank u im gonna do this for holly and her spider-siblings!! (pav, miles, gwen, peni, etc.)

🦋 — what's something your f/o taught you, or you taught them?

i like to imagine that they've all taught holly that trying new things (esp food) isnt scary!! shes pretty stubborn and also autistic, so new things are a Big Deal to her. to counter this, theyll all bring her home-cooked meals or fast food from their universe for her to try and- even if shes scared- she cant say no to the babies!! peni and miles esp could probably get holly to try anything. her soft spot for her 'siblings' is unmatched smh........

🎆 — what does a hug from your f/o feel like?

only peni and pav really give out hugs (especially when theyre excited) and theyre always bone-crushing (peni can lift holly off of her feet and it shocks her every time!!)

miles is a bit more shy but will give hello/goodbye hugs. theyre very gentle but they make u feel cared abt <3

holly hugs gwen when she's sad and always makes sure to be gentle <3 gwen doesnt always hug back but, when she does, she holds on like shes scared to let go

😜 — what are some nicknames you have for your f/o, and what are some nicknames they have for you?

holly isnt really good at coming up with nicknames, but she will come up with very blunt, obvious things to call the lil spiders when shes trying to get their attention. for example, pav is 'yoyo' and gwen is 'ballerina.'

when holly is lecturing them on something or giving out advice, they all go "FINE MOM" because it makes her laugh

#THANK U!!!!!!!#kit's questions!#sk; blood of the covenant #hope this makes sense bc i am OUT of it #holly; feelings are fatal

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regnzelle · 7 days

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MUSICAL PLAY

SCENE 1

(walking to school)

Vanessa: *takes a deep breathe* im back again…….

(at classroom)

Teacher: goodmornign students! today may bago tayong transferee from Saint Patriocino de santo tomas national highschool all the way from manila let us welcome vanessa with open arms here in saint archanghel highschool, vanessa please introduce yourself

Vanessa: hi, good morning everyone my name is vannesa hadid, im 15 years old , my hobbies are reading books and listening to music. we relocate here because of my dad new job

teacher: ok vannesa you can sit at the back next to Charlotte

Charlotte: hi there im Charlotte

vannesa: hi nice to meet you

Charlotte: the girl in front of you is Olivia shes my bestie

Vanessa:hi Olivia

Olivia:hi..............i love your hair , its so shinyy and gorgeous

Charlotte: anyways vannesa are u with someone else later at lunch

Olivia: yeah do you wanna have lunch together later? we can give you a tour of the school and the run down of the people here..

vannesa: sure that will be lovely, I'd like to know you two better

(bell rings)

Charlotte: that’s for math class then we’ll see you later at lunch

SCENE 2

(cafeteria)

Olivia: hey what happened ealier, we heard clara’s talking about you earlier

Vanessa: the clara’s?

(song1)

Woah, who's at that table over there?

Don't look at them, just don't

We call those three ‘The Clara’s’

They're shiny, fake, and hard

They play their little mind games

All around the schoolyard

They might insult your clothing

Or make fun of your name

Like they mocked Jen Morecock

'Til she burst into flames

And Ms. Morecock was a teacher

Clara George is the queen bee

She's always dressed up

She always wins Spring Fling Queen

We're just drones who work for her

Then die

My name is Clara George

And I am a massive deal

Fear me, love me

Stand and stare at me

And these, these are real

I've got money and looks

I am, like, drunk with power

This whole school

Humps my leg like a chihuahua

I'm the prettiest poison you've ever seen

I never weigh more than one-fifteen

My name is Regina George

And I am a massive deal

I don't care who you are

I don't care how you feel

That's Clara Chandler

She knows everything about everybody

That's why her hair is so big, it's full of secrets

Yes, Clara

No, Clara

Every waking hour

I spend making sure Clara

George can stay in power

If Clara is the sun

Then I'm a disco ball

'Cause I'm just as bright and fun

If you've had alcohol

I worm your secrets out of you

And bring them to my master

And then I watch Clara make your life a big disaster

Disaster!

Clara is the queen

But I'm the head of worker bees

As I am seated at her right hand

Like a Jewish Princess Jesus

That is Clara Smith

The dumbest person you will ever meet

I once saw her put a "D" in the word "orange"

My name is Clara

My hair is shiny

My teeth are perfect

My skirt is tiny

It barely covers

My perky heinie

My name is Clara

I may not be smart

That's it

(dialogue)

Clara George: hey new girl piece of advice you should stay away from those two over there

Clara Chandler: not unless you wanna be the new kid

Clara Smith: and an outcast at the same time

Clara George: Shut up you two!

(resume to singing)

Right

We never really do this

But how'd you like to

Have lunch with us this week

Oh, it's okay, I-

No, no need for you to thank us

But-

There's no need to even speak

You're new and you don't know things

You need good friends who can tell you what to think

See you here same time tomorrow

On Wednesdays we wear pink

Wear something nice and grab a tray

'Cause we don't do this everyday

Say here's where you belong

No, really, say it

Say here's where you belong

Come sit with us tomorrow

It'll be fetch

(clara’s walks out)

Olivia: what did the clara’s tell you?

Vanessa: oh nothing they just told me to stay away from you guys

Charlotte: god always a classic

Olivia: piece of advice stay away from the completely to not get in trouble

(bell rings)

Charlotte: that’s the bell see you in class

Vanessa: see you!

(bumps in to devian)

Vanessa: omg I am so sorry I didn’t see you

Devian: no your good don’t worry, hey your vanessa right? The new girl

Vanessa: oh hey yeah, and you are?

Devian: im devian, we have math class together remember?

Vanessa: oh yeah we do,

Devian: yeah, well then see you tomorrow Im gonna head to class

Vanessa: yeah,,, see you

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MUSICAL PLAY

SCENE 1

(walking to school)

Vanessa: takes a deep breathe im back again…….

(at classroom)

Teacher: goodmornign students! today we have a new transferee from Saint Patriocino de santo tomas national highschool all the way from manila let us welcome vanessa with open arms here in saint archanghel highschool, vanessa please introduce yourself

Vanessa: hi, good morning everyone my name is vannesa hadid, im 15 years old , my hobbies are reading books and listening to music. we relocate here because of my dad new job

teacher: ok vannesa you can sit at the back next to Charlotte

Charlotte: hi there im Charlotte

vannesa: hi nice to meet you

Charlotte: the girl in front of you is Olivia shes my bestie

Vanessa:hi Olivia

Olivia:hi..............i love your hair , its so shinyy and gorgeous

Charlotte: anyways vannesa are u with someone else later at lunch

Olivia: yeah do you wanna have lunch together later? we can give you a tour of the school and the run down of the people here..

vannesa: sure that will be lovely, I'd like to know you two better

(bell rings)

Charlotte: that’s for math class then we’ll see you later at lunch

Clara Chandler: Hey if I were you I wouldn’t stick with them, they’re kind of the outcast

Clara George: unless you wanna be the new kid

Clara Smith: and an outcast at the same time

(Song)

[CLARA CHANDLER]

Right

We never really do this

But how'd you like to

Have lunch with us this week

Oh, it's okay, I-

No, no need for you to thank us

But-

There's no need to even speak

[CLARA GEORGE]

You're new and you don't know things

You need good friends who can tell you what to think

See you here same time tomorrow

[CLARA SMITH]

On Wednesdays we wear pink

SCENE 2

(cafeteria)

Olivia: hey what happened ealier, we saw the clara’s talking to you earlier

Vanessa: oh nothing they just told me to stay away from you guys….

Charlotte: the one you should be staying away from is them

Vanessa: what? Why? They seemed nice

Olivia: oh my god big mistakte, BIG see them at that table over there their the “Clara’s”

Vanessa: Clarra’s?

Charlotte: Yeah the clarra’s the one the right that’s Clara George her dad is loadedddd from being a real estate agent.

Olivia: the on the left Clara Smith head of the cheerleading team her dad’s a famous designer overseas.

Charlotte: and the one with the big red bow Clara Chandler her dad’s one of the schools biggest investors no one would ever dare mess with her she always wins spring fling queen

we’re just drones who work for her and die.

Vanessa: oh wow….

Charlotte: yeah they’re THAT big of a deal

Olivia: so our advice is to stay away from the completely

(bell rings)

Charlotte: that’s the bell see you at class

Vanessa: see you!

(bumps in to devian)

Vanessa: omg I am so sorry I didn’t see you

Devian: no your good don’t worry, hey your vanessa right? The new girl

Vanessa: oh hey yeah, and you are?

Devian: im devian, we have math class together remember?

Vanessa: oh yeah we do,

Devian: yeah, well then see you tomorrow Im gonna head to class

Vanessa: yeah,,, see you

SCENE 3

(while walking to school)

Olivia: so have you decided yet?

Charlotte: if you wanna join them go ahead

Vanessa: wait you guys aren’t gonna stop me?

Olivia: no, of course not its your choice after all

Vanessa; but don’t you guys hate them

Charlotte: hate them? No

Olivia: we just hate what they’ve become

Charlotte: We used to be friends with clara George back then until ‘that’ happened

Vanessa: what happened?

Olivia: Rumors started spreading that Clara had a crush on an upper classman and that she was a lesbian

Charlotte: After that happened she stopped hanging out with us, she then started dating devian after that she just changed she started becoming meaner and meaner

Olivia: that’s when she met the other clara’s and they’re now “the clara’s” you know today

Charlotte: so what are you gonna do? Are you gonna join them or not?

Vanessa: I think im gonna join themjust this once

Olivia: all right then, well see you after lunch, goodluck

Vanessa: yeah see you!

(At cafeteria)

C. George: Hey vanessa! Over here!

C. Chandler : love the outfit so fetch!

C. George: what’s fetch?

C. Chandler: oh its like slang from England

C. Smith : we’re so glad you could be here you wont regret it I promise!

C. George: speaking of which were going shopping later wanna come? Wait no you have to come so we can fix all this… that way you’d fit in better with us

Vanessa: uhm ok…

C. George: Great see you 3pm after class

(bell rings)

C. Chandler: that’s the bell!

C. George: well see you after class then

C. Smith: see you later!!

(at the mall)

C.Smith: we are so glad you made it!

C. George: hurry up we have to go

Vanessa: go where?

C. George : go shopping what else are we gonna do at the mall?

Vanessa : oh all right

C. Smith: don't worry Vanessa we're gonna make you beautiful that way you can be more like us!

C. Chandler I think we should split up that way it'll be easier

C.george: great idea! The only clever idea you've ever given me Clara youre in charge of shoes and you are in charge of accessories we'll meet here in an hour, got it?

C.Chandler & C. Smith: ( in unison) got it!

C. George: and you (pointing at Vanessa) your coming with me

Vanessa: oh ok!

(At the shop)

C. George: (while looking at clothes) you have got no sense of style what's so ever

Vanessa: uhhh sorry? Now that we're alone can I ask you something?

C. George: sure what is it?

Vanessa: you were friends with Olivia and Charlotte before right? What happened?

C. George: what happened was I realized that they're greasy no little bodies and I'm Clara George. Someone as great as me shouldn't be lumped in a group with them.

Vanessa: you're more nicer than you think you are Clara... I can see through you

C.George: what? Ugh now youve just spoiled my mood go join the others instead.

(With Chandler&Smith)

C. Chandler: hey Vanessa how did clothes shopping go?

Vanessa: oh it went well... I guess?

C.smith: why the long face? Look at what we have here these shoes are gorgeous perfect for the party!

C. Chandler: anyway we just had to ask... Any guy caught your eye yet?

Vanessa: caught my eye? Well..there's devian in my math class he's certainly caught my eye

C Chandler: NO!

Vanessa: no? What?

C. Chandler: Clara and devian used to date

C. Smith: ex's are off limits to friends

Vanessa: guys calm down I never said anything about liking him...or maybe I do kinda like him...

C. Chandler: pray that you don't! other wise Clara will kill you

C. George: for what reason am I gonna Kill Vanessa for

C. Chandler: uhhhhh because she's planning on wearing sweats and uggboots to the party

C. George: ew don't. We went shopping so you wouldn't do that

Vanessa: wait hold on a party? What party?

C. George: another upper class man is hosting a party next week on saturday

C. Smith: and we want you to be there and attend with us

Vanessa: oh I would love to!

C. George: great, it's getting late we should head home.

(The Clara's are sitting at a table while Vanessa stands at the middle monologuing)

It's been a week since I started joining the plastics for lunch and they're not what people make up to be specially George... ( Vanessa looks at Clara G.) These past few days I've been feeling something new... Something towards Clara but I can't seem to now what exactly...(Vanessa is in deep thought but then gets snapped back to reality by C. George)

C. George: Vanessa? Hey Vanessa? Hey!

Vanessa: huh? What?

C. George: I said we're gonna be late for class let's go uh yeah sorry

(While walking)

C. Chandler don't forget nessa the party is tommorow at 6pm

C. Smith: we'll see you there

Vanessa: (lost in thought) yeah see you.

(At the house party)

[Song: whose house is this]

Whose house is this?

It's my house now!

Whose house is this?

It's my house now!

Whose house is this?

It's my house now!

Seriously, whose house is this?

Hear about a party

Here's the procedure

Text all your friends

Tell 'em where to meet you

So you know nobody

That's not what counts

It's someone's house

And they got no bouncer!

Tons of marijuana

And molly and the conahan

Drinking from the neck

Of the bottle, what the heck

We lit up like a torch

Smokin' on your porch

Tryin'a maintain

While the neighbors complain

Whose house is this?

It's my house now!

Whose house is this?

It's my house now!

Whose house is this?

It's my house now!

Seriously, whose house is this?

Really, this is not

Really, that's a lot

Really, is that pot?

Hey, do a shot!

Shot! Shot! Shot! Shot!

Shot! Shot! Shot! Wooh!

Oh wow, that's really strong and

Why's Aaron taking so long and

Put that down!

That's not a bong!

Spinnin' on the stereo

Of somebody I barely know

Oh hey, nessa!

Music's blarin'!

"You seen Clara G?

No!)

Senior jocks and band freaks

Throwin' all of your antiques

Drinkin' till we slur

Heck, hope you got insurance!

Whose house is this?

It's my house now!

Whose house is this?

It's my house now!

Whose house is this?

It's my house now!

Seriously, whose house is this?

Nessa, look at this party

It will pass into legend

Music is cranked

Everyone's tanked

Say, "Thank you, chandler!"

Really everyone?

Hey!

Really, is this fun?

Ho!

This is how it's done!

Hey!

Nessa, down in one!

Down in one!

Nessa! Down in one! Wooh!

Turn the freakin' music up!

Whose house is this?

It's my house now!

Whose house is this?

It was always my house!

Whose house is this?

It's my house now!

Seriously, whose house is this?

Hear about a party

Here's the procedure...

Whose house? Whose house?

Whose house is this?

Text all your friends

Tell 'em where to meet you

It's my house now!

So you know nobody

That's not what counts...

Whose house?

Whose house is this?

It's somebody's house

And they got no bouncer...

It's my house now!!

Tons of marijuana

And molly and the conahan

Whose house is this? (Mine)

Drinking from the neck

Of the bottle, what the heck

We lit up up like a torch

Smokin' on your porch

Whose house is this?

It's my house now!

Vanessa: ugh... Has anyone seen George yet?

Devian: hey Vanessa you look pretty roughed up

Vanessa: Devian? Oh hey what are you doing here?

Devian: partying figured I'd take a rest from all the studying do you wanna have a drink with me or two?

Vanessa: oh no thanks, I've had enough tonight

Devian: how about a dance with me then?no?

Vanessa: sorry but no thank you. I'm sorry but I have to go (Vanessa walks off)

(Vanessa spots C.George)

Vanessa: (flustered) hey Clara, how's the party?

C.George: average

Vanessa: do you wanna maybe have a dance with me?

C.George: with you? Ugh no thanks (C.george walks off)

Vanessa: I should go home soon it's getting late.

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