#like when songs are on the radio you just brush past them the first time

[moosealecki]

𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖... (𝑫𝒆𝒂𝒏 𝒙 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓)

| ・゜゜・．satisfying a request for my best friend, so she can live out her fantasyyyyyy, here’s to you babe. Enjoy.

| pairings; dean x reader

| warnings; insults, aggression, touching, foreplay, smut, after-care

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“Can you for ONCE, make up your mind on just one fucking thing.”

“First off, dean if you want to keep that tongue of yours, I suggest you watch your tone with me.” she rolled her eyes, returning her attention back to the radio, flipping through the stations.

“How about we just not listen to anything?” Sam chimed in from the backseat.

“Shut up assclown.” They both responded in sync. Not even realizing it.

“Oh, absolutely NOT.”

“Don’t you start dean; Taylor is a goddess.”

“I do not care, this is my car, my music, I will not be forced to listen to this shit.”

She ignored his protests, turning up the dial on the volume as she sang loudly to the lyrics. Knowingly it was just annoying the older Winchester even more.

Once they arrived back at the bunker, his ears radiated from the torture of listening to ‘Taylor Swift’ for the last hour. (Y/N) was still humming to the tune of the last song from one of her favorite albums by Taylor. Sam quickly scurried inside to avoid further arguing between them.

Dean made his way to the kitchen, grasping a cold bottle of beer from the fridge. Popping the cap and chugging the liquid down. (Y/N) walking into the kitchen she brushed past him, grabbing a cold Pepsi.

“Why do you have to purposely keep provoking me?”

“I don’t do anything, that sounds like a ‘you’  problem d-e-a-n-o” she taunted, knowing she was just digging further under his skin. Something about his aggressive nature was attractive, but she never admitted that in the open.

Dean would finish off his beer, his green hues never leaving her. She was annoying but feisty, it was attractive, but he ALSO wouldn’t admit that in the open. He would turn to lean against the countertop. “Pft, brat,” he mumbled.

“Excuse me?”

“What?”

“You want to try saying that to my face?” she turned towards him, placing the can down on the counter. She walked over to him until she was now standing directly in front of him.

Dean licked his lips as he arched a brow, he leaned in slightly closer as he mouthed the words this time slower. “I called you a b-r-a-t” he spoke, his eyes looking her up and down for a moment. The deadly silence between them, although the tension was evident.

“Have you guys seen my---oh nope never mind.” Sam beginning to walk into the kitchen, and then immediately turned around to head back to his bedroom.

“ You talk a big game Dean, but we both know you don’t act on shit.” she bit down on her bottom lip.

Dean had enough of her sassy shit for one night, he grasped her by the throat yanking her up against his lips. The tongue delved between her lips and into her mouth. He would turn her around and force her up onto the counter. His other hand moved up her thigh. Fingers bruising against her flesh. (Y/N) let out a breathy moan when his lips traveled from her own onto her neck, his tongue swirling over her skin and purpling the skin beneath his lips.

(Y/N) pushing him slightly off, her breathing increasing as she wasted no time to slide off her shirt, Dean following her lead as he threw his shirt to the ground. His hands moved back to grasp both sides of her face again, smashing lips together, his hand venturing down from her face to her neck, down her backside to unclasp her bra, letting it fall with ease. His lips moved from her own again to wrap around the nipple of her breasts. Pulling and tugging at it, his other hand pinching at her other nipple, sending stimulation throughout her body. He removed his hand, as he moved to pop the button of her shorts, sliding his hand inside with ease. Meeting the coated wet lace, moving it to the side to see the damage he had caused. “Oh fuck, you’re so wet.”

“Oh, shut up, and just fuck me.” she protested, as her arms wrapped around his neck, kissing along his neckline. She felt his fingers meet her numb, flicking over it made her wince, biting down on her bottom lip as she arched her back slightly. Dean groaning, his erection building behind his jeans, aching to be released and inside of her. (Y/N) would decide to busy her hands working to undo his belt buckle, then his jeans, using her legs to shift them down. Dean worked his fingers, hooking two inside of her while his thumb rubbed over her sensitive numb.

After a few moments of working her up, Dean was over it, he would remove his hand grasping her thighs again as he forced her up to wrap her legs around him, and he would move to slam her down onto the table. Removed his jeans and then boxers fully, ripping off her shorts and then underwear. Climbing on top of her, he would delve his head down to capture her lips again, one hand moving to grasp her thigh pulling it up and around his waist, his other hand moving to line himself up with her entrance.

He was greeted with a welcoming wetness, sliding the tip slowly inside of her. Worked himself to stretch her walls to get used to his length. “Oh fuck.” She moaned out, “I can go slower if you want?” “No, it’s perfect,” she spoke breathlessly. He did this for a few more moments before she started to rock her hips, wanting him to go faster. Dean getting the idea, as he moved to place both her arms above her head, he would thrust himself deep inside of her, feeling her walls enclose around his hardened length. The pair shared quite a few moans and groanings of pleasure, the table rocked as Dean picked up the pace, his hips rolling into her with ease. Skin clapping against one another, “Oh fuck baby, oh fuck right there—” (Y/N) felt him hit her g-spot perfectly, her cries growing louder, not even caring about who else could hear them. The tension was only climbing between them, which was bound to happen.

The damn of her orgasm exploding around him, once her arms were released, she clawed her nails into the sides of his biceps, leaving her own marking. Dean felt the ocean of her orgasm submerge his member. He would make her ride out her high, moving to take her other leg and placing them both up and against her chest, as he pounded deeper inside of her. Feeling his hardened length throbbing for a release, he moaned out when he finally felt his spurt of hot cum shoots deep inside of her, filling her up to the core.

The sweat dripped from his forehead, as he leaned down after releasing her legs, capturing the taste of her salty tasted lips against his own. His hand moving to grasp her throat again, exchanging tongues, he would part his lips from her own.

Gathering their clothes, Dean needed to clean up the mess they made. Knowing Sam would avoid the kitchen for a good couple of days if he knew what had taken place. He would grasp her hand as he moved to take her back to his bedroom. “You can uh shower, and sleep here. I’ll take the couch.”

“No—uh I mean, can you stay?” she asked in a more relaxed tone of voice. Dean would accept, that after the showers of washing off the moment they had together, they both crawled into the bed. He moved to turn off the table side lamp, wrapping his arm around her waist and pulling her into his chest.

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☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ𝐹𝑜𝑟𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑇𝑎𝑔𝑠; @lucishellhound @isabellacugliari-blog ☽︎ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ

#supernatural fan fic #spn fanfic #dean winchester x reader #dean x reader #jensen ackles #jared padalecki #sam x reader #sam winchester x reader #dean winchester fanfiction

[fadedncity]

wc: 5.2k

pairing: hunter!haechan x hunter!reader

cw: supernatural!au, smut, fem!reader, ex friends/fwb to enemies to fwb again, angst, sex pollen, dubcon(?), weapons, violence, gore, character death (non mcs), masturbation (reader receiving), alcohol consumption, fingering, teasing, pet names, unprotected sex

song rec: hypnotic by zella day | if you let me by sinedad harnett | love me up by etta bond | crave by tove lo

"You want me to what?!"

"Come on, there are worse things," Taeyong tried talking you down.

"I'd rather Lilith drag me to hell herself."

"Okay, now you're just being dramatic. Haechan's not that bad."

"Oh, no, he's just an annoying, pompous asshole."

"I-" before he could get in another word, you cut him off.

"Why can't you just send Sungchan? He's one of the newbies. The experience will be good for him anyway."

"I sent him and Shotaro to Oregon with Yuta to take care of a crossroads demon."

"Jaehyun?"

"Vampire nest in France with Jeno."

"Renjun?"

"Shapeshifter in Morocco."

"Kun?"

"On vacation," Taeyong sighed. "Look, you two are some of the best hunters I know, and I really need you on this case. Both of you."

You knew you couldn't keep standing here bitching over this when the real problem was still at large. People were still getting hurt, and you couldn't let your feelings of anguish toward him get in the way of your job.

You rolled your eyes before sighing, "When do we leave?"

"Been waiting on you."

Looking over your shoulder, you glare at the man standing in the doorway of the room designated to be Taeyong's office. Haechan smirked at you before winking. You scoff, turning back to Taeyong. 

"You're gonna owe me," you tell him. 

"Wouldn't have asked if I wasn't expecting to," he handed you the file, "Safe trip, you two," Taeyong smiled.

"We're leaving in fifteen," you told Haechan, "And we're taking my car."

Haechan held up his hands like he wasn't gonna argue with you about that, which was surprising, but you quickly brushed past it and Haechan out of the room.

"Haechan." Taeyong called him before he left, "Please don't kill each other and make it back in one piece."

"No promises," Haechan said before leaving. 

. . .

The first hour was filled with tense silence between the two of you. Every time Haechan tried to start a conversation, you would shut him down, not wanting to hear anything he had to say.

It wasn't until he picked up the file from Taeyong sitting on your dashboard did you finally let him get some words in since he was actually saying something helpful. 

"Says there have been four victims in the last five weeks."

"All the same motive?" 

"Yeah, all four of them were drained of their blood. Completely."

"Vampires?"

"No teeth marks were found. So, it's no looking likely."

"Any connection between the victims?" 

"No, not that I can tell. Aside from living in the same area code, none of these people had anything in common."

"Great, this makes our job much easier. What about a vengeful spirit? Or demon?"

"Could be. But can't say for sure until we get there."

Haechan closed the file and threw it into the backseat.

He sunk into the passenger's seat, about to change the song playing on the radio before you slapped his hand away.

"My car, my music."

Haechan sucked his teeth, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Fine. I was gonna try to take a nap anyway."

"Whatever gets you to stop talking."

Glaring over at you one last time, Haechan shifts in the passenger's seat, turning his back to you and shutting his eyes.

Hours have passed, and you've been driving on the dark road with no cars ahead or behind you for miles now. The only thing accompanying you in the darkness was the low hum of music coming from the speakers and Haechan's soft snores. 

It didn't even register you had been driving for so long until you started seeing the sun rising from behind the horizon.

Haechan woke up with a stiff neck to find the car at a stop, and you were no longer inside with him. Taking in his surroundings, Haechan realized you had stopped for gas. 

You were so spaced out you almost didn't hear him getting out of the car, the slamming of the door bringing your attention to him. 

You looked over at the Gemini, stretching his arms over his head with a yawn. 

"How much longer do we have to go?" Haechan asks.

"Three more hours."

"Okay, you should let me drive," He tells you. 

"No-"

"You've been driving all night. It won't do any good if you fall asleep at the wheel and kill us before we can even get there."

He's right. It irks you, having to admit he's right.

You took the pump out of the tank once it was filled and closed the hatch.

You held out your keys, Haechan ready to take them, but you retracted your hand before he could. 

"Be gentle with her. This is my baby."

"Baby," he scoffs, "You know I can be gentle when I wanna be," he says, taking your keys and getting into the driver's side.

You were blaming your lack of sleep on the way his words had an effect on you.

You shook the thoughts away and got back into the car, your eyes shutting almost instantly before Haechan could even pull out of the gas station.

. . .

"Oh, you gotta be fucking with me."

Now, this was an upgrade from your usual shitty motels. There was a couch a full bathroom, a minibar, and a queen-sized bed. One queen-sized bed.

And you have no doubt in mind who was probably responsible for this.

"I'm gonna fucking kill Johnny," you mutter.

"Get in line."

You were expecting to have to flip a coin or something.

"You can take the bed. I'll be fine with the couch," Haechan says, settling his things down.

"Suit yourself," you said happily dropping your things and heading towards the bed practically calling your name.

"I'm gonna shower. Then we can head over to the coroner's office?"

"Fine with me. Wake me if I'm not up in an hour." you say resting your head on the pillow.

The bathroom door closed, and you got comfortable on the bed. It wasn't the most comfortable mattress, the bed springs digging into your back, but you've had worse, so you weren't gonna complain. The sound of the water running was the last thing you remember hearing before your eyes fluttered shut, and you drifted off to sleep again. 

. . . 

You walked out of the morgue, thoroughly annoyed. And feeling Haechan's unbothered presence was pissing you off even more. 

Bad enough that Mark thought it would be a funny enough fucking joke to give you fake badges with the same last name, leading the coroner to assume you were married. And instead of correcting her, Haechan thought it would also be funny to play along and act as if you were.

So while you were actually working, examining the bodies, and trying to figure out what was responsible for the deaths of those four people, Haechan was talking up your fake five-year marriage on the spot with the coroner. You know he's good at this part of the job, but there's no reason for him to be this good. 

Haechan loosens his tie walking in tow with you back to your car after you finish your questioning. 

"See, that wasn't so bad," Haechan says, and you roll your eyes at him. "Alright, when are you gonna pop this hate boner you have for me?" he asks. 

You scoff, "Whenever that big ass ego of yours deflates." 

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

"Like you don't fucking know," you mutter. 

"Yeah, I fucking don't. So why don't you stop acting like a pouty little brat and just tell me."

You didn't say anything, and Haechan sighed. 

"I thought you said you weren't mad about that."

"I'm not but that doesn't mean I have to like you after you did it." 

"It was two years ago!" 

"And it was fucked up. But it's funny enough you keep showing up whenever you think I'm in need of saving."

"Need I remind you I am the one who quite literally saved you from being that werewolf's late night snack?"

You grumble at him under your breath, walking away. 

He tries to keep up with your steps, following you to the car.

"Look, I'm sorry," he said, and you finally stopped, "For everything. I didn't mean to shut you out. I was just...scared," he admits 

"Of what? I thought we were both very clear about where we stood."

"And I still cared about you. You know what it's like getting close to something in this line of work," Haechan tells you, "And I wasn't just gonna let you die for the sake of your own ego. You're too good of a hunter for us to lose." 

You didn't even think you still held this much anger towards him until now. You didn't want to anymore, seemingly taking this long to get over it. And it would make this job a lot less painful if you weren't stuck thinking about the past. 

"Don't try to flatter me now, Donghyuck." You say, a phantom smirk playing on your lips. "You're still an annoying, pompous asshole," you say.

Haechan snickers, putting his hands in his pockets and walking up to you. 

"And you're a heartless, whiny little brat," he smirked at your offended expression. He then stepped back and asked, "Wanna grab breakfast?" quickly changing the subject.

"You really wanna eat now?"

"Can't work on an empty stomach," Haechan says, "I'll buy," he offers. 

"Fine. But, after, we're going to the crime scenes." 

"Yes, Mrs," Haechan teases, laughing when you shoot him another death glare. 

. . . 

"You okay?" Haechan asks as he enters the run-down house.

"Yeah," you shake the unsettling feeling and follow in behind him, "We're getting close."

"But we still have time. We just need to find her heart and kill her. Simple."  

Yeah, simple. 

The one thing you hate about witches is how difficult they make it to hunt them. Using glamour spells to appear as whoever they want or hexing five random people as a part of some ritualistic sacrifice trying to raise something much more malicious back from the dead. They're always unpredictable. 

"I'll check upstairs," you tell him. 

Haechan nods, heading towards the living room to check the first floor, "Hey, Haechan."

"Yeah?" he turns around.

"Don't be stupid and get yourself killed," you say.

He nods again with a smirk, "You too." 

Reaching the top of the stairs, you held up your shotgun as you crept down the halls, carefully checking every room you passed. The floorboards croaked under your weight with each step you took. 

It was deathly silent; your ears started to ring. You couldn't even hear Haechan downstairs as you reached the end of the hallway.

You pushed the last door open with the barrel of your gun and started looking around. Different plants and herbs were scattered all over the room, and you made sure to stay a safe distance away, not sure what some of them were.

When you found the room was clear, you lowered your weapon and looked around, finding a book that you could only assume was her grimoire, opened to a page.

Careful flipping through the pages, you find the ritual she was trying to perform, only needing a few more things, including one last victim, before it's complete.

Supplies and ingredients were laid out all over the table, most of the things looking unfamiliar since she was using an older method of magic. 

Among the items, a box unlocked. The box holding the witch's heart.

"Now, who's the heartless one," you mumble.

"That one's still up for debate," the voice sent a chill down your spine.

You turn around, aiming your gun, but it's too late.

In her true form, thin skin stretched across the witch's face, baring rotting teeth. You could barely see anything else as she wore a tattered black cloak, the hood covering most of her face. 

She grabbed the barrel with long bony fingers, making you miss your shot, and shot the wall behind her instead. Before you could reload, she held out her hand, blowing the contents sitting in her palm in your face.

A floral scent invaded your senses, and your nose felt tingly as you inhaled whatever powder she possessed.

You heard the sound of Haechan calling your name, his footsteps rushing to your location as your body hit the floor.

"You both have been very entertaining to watch. You looking at him when he's not paying attention, and him looking at you once you turn away. Ugh! it's just someing about the secret pining that gets me everytime. So beautiful yet…so painful," the witch looks off dramatically into the distance, "But don't worry now, child. I have freed you of your misery." she speaks, smiling widely.

Before Haechan could get a shot, she moved faster than you'd expect, and she's a lot stronger than you's think for a few centuries-old witch. 

"Haechan," you weakly called his name.

He was quickly disarmed and he couldn't seem to be able to move.

"Ah, I get what all the fuss is about. He's even cuter up close. I might save him for myself," the witch wickedly grinned, "You'd make a perfect vessel," she caressed Haechan's face.

Her skeletal fingers wrapped around Haechan's throat, squeezing his airway. 

Using all the strength you could muster, you reached for the box with her heart. She fell to the ground, weakly crawling toward you to try and stop you as the shard of glass in your hand pierced through the rotted tissue. She cursed at you as she wailed out in agony.  

"You'd do it too, for love," was the last thing she said before burning to ashes. 

"Call us even now," you teased Haechan before you toppled in pain.

"You okay?" Haechan rushes to your side.

"No, something's very wrong. It hurts," you whine.

"What? Where?"

"Everywhere. I don't know what the fuck she did to me."

"Okay. We gotta get you outta here," Haechan slung your arm around his neck, helping you to your feet.

You clung onto Haechan, stumbling over your feet, leaving the house with Haechan's arm around you, keeping you upright. 

You squirmed in the passenger's seat, the pain getting even worse.  

"Haechan, I can't. Everthing fucking hurts," you cry. 

Haechan's knuckles turned white from how hard he gripped the wheel, applying more pressure to the gas, rushing back to your hotel. 

You felt like you were burning inside out while simultaneously being stabbed. Yet you were thinking about how hot Haechan looked. Maybe the end is near.

Haechan's face was set in a hard line, his jaw clenched as he did about 30 over the speed limit. You found your eyes drifting over to him, distracting yourself for a moment. Haechan's sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, the muscles in his arms rippling under his skin as he held onto the steering wheel. From the dark brown strands falling over his eyes to the jeans hugging his thighs so deliciously you couldn't resist the urge to press your thighs together. 

Your pain subsided for only a second before you shook those thoughts from your head, and your nerves returned to screaming in agony. 

Haechan could care less about how badly he parked the car before running over to your side and helping you out of the car, rushing you into the hotel. Thankfully it was late, and no one was in the lobby other than the receptionist you slipped past without detection. 

The moment you entered your room, you pushed Haechan away and locked yourself in the bathroom. You were taking a cold shower to bring your temperature back down, but you couldn't shake the thoughts of Haechan out of your mind. How good he smelled, how his body felt against yours with you tucked into his side, the genuine concern he showed for you-

You didn't even realize you had your hand between your thighs until you finally felt relief, stroking your clit. You bit your lip, trying to conceal any moans threatening to spill out of your lips. You desperately rubbed your clit, feeling the strongest need for release right now. 

Your eyes were closed, and all you envisioned behind closed eyelids were Haechan. His face, his voice—everything was overwhelming.

You were already so close to cumming, as you thought of Haechan's fingers instead of your own. 

You scraped your nails down the tiled walls, that knot inside you so close to breaking. Until you heard a knock on the door. 

"You okay in there?" Haechan asks from the other side. 

You snap out of it, opening your eyes as guilt and pain washed over you.

You cleared your throat, "Yeah. I'll be out in a second," you yelled to him.

The shower only helped temporarily. You were lying on the bed, half-naked, a thin layer of sweat covering your entire body.  

You tried to wait for Haechan to come back after getting off the phone and hopefully with a solution to this. You were exhausted but still in too much pain to even try sleeping.

Your body jolted, alert once again, hearing the door slamming. 

"Haechan?" 

He didn't hear you calling his name as he flipped through the pages of the witch's grimoire you snagged from the house before leaving. Once Haechan stopped turning through the book, his eyes bounced around the page, reading whatever was written.

"Haechan?" you call him again. 

He tore his eyes away from the page and met your gaze. 

"What is it?" you ask. 

For once, it seemed Haechan was at a loss for words. And his silence was beginning to scare you.

"Haechan, please just tell me," you pleaded.

He sighs, "If it's what Jaemin think's it is, it was phoenix's blossom she hit you with. It's pretty high grade and usually associated with spells of desire." 

You thought this information would've clarified at least a few things, but you were more confused, leaving you with even more questions than answers. 

"Okay, then why the hell does it feel like I'm dying?" 

"The neglect of the heart's desires will ignite the eternal fires from within. Scorching the soul along with it," he read from the pages. 

Fuck me. 

You manage to roll out of bed and over to the minibar, pouring yourself a shot of whiskey.

If you're going to die before you're 30, you're going to at least have one last drink if it really is the end. 

It was like you could feel Haechan's eyes on you as you poured another drink, the alcohol not being enough to eliminate your pain but numb it enough that it became bearable for you. 

You didn't even notice Haechan had moved until he was standing next to you, pouring himself a drink.

He didn't say anything, just sipping on the amber liquid, carefully watching you. He looked at you blankly, and you couldn't tell what he was thinking. You were only starting to focus on how much prettier he looks up close. 

"Why are you looking at me like that?" you ask him, annoyed with the wordless staring. 

"What are you thinking?"

You scoff before downing the rest of your drink without as much as a wince, "What am I thinking? How pissed I am some old hag got the jump on me like this. How I'm gonna haunt Taeyong's ass from beyond the grave. How I'm never getting those twenty bucks Chenle still owes me." you half-joked. 

The feeling of Haechan's fingers reaching out for your hand made you finally meet his eyes. 

You sighed, "How angry it makes me to look at your face sometimes. How bad I wish things didn't get so fucked up because you were still my friend," you didn't notice he was slowly pulling you closer, "And how badly I miss the way you used to touch me." 

He cupped your face, staring into your eyes.

"Stop looking at me like that."

"Why should I?"

"Cause I'm tired of looking at your stupid face," you didn't try too hard to push him away. 

Your skin burns under his touch when Haechan grabs your waist, "Ah. Was this the same stupid face you were thinking about when you were trying to get off in the shower?" 

Haechan teased you when embarrassment took over your face.

"You think I don't remember what you sound like even when you so desperately try to keep quiet."

Haechan cups your jaw, bringing your face closer.

"You don't think I miss the pretty noises you'd make for me." 

You could feel the flood of arousal throughout your body, his voice sending a shiver down your spine. 

Haechan's eyes are dark, and when you bring your hand to his cheek, you feel how warm his skin is compared to yours. 

"Haechan, you're-"

"I know," was all Haechan said. 

The residue of the phoenix's blossom on his clothes was evidence enough. 

"This shit feels like poison coursing through my veins. And it is unbearably fucking hot in here. But I can't seem to pull myself away for you," Haechan pulled you flush against him.

"I wanna hear you say it," you stop him with your finger on his lips. 

"I want you so bad, it's killing me," he said light-heartedly.

With that, your lips were on his. 

You wrapped your arms around his neck, weaving your fingers in his hair. You moaned into his mouth when he pressed your body into the bar behind you. 

You swipe your tongue along the seam of his lips, tangling with his before fighting for dominance. Haechan's hands were all over your body. He cupped your breasts over your bra, softly rubbing your sensitive nipples through the material, making you moan against his lips. You push the both of you away from the bar, Haechan blindly leading you to the bed. 

His legs hit the bed, and you push him down onto the springy mattress, climbing on top of him. Haechan's hands guided your hips, grinding into his cock, your shorts, and his jeans being the only thing between you. His hands kneaded your ass firmly as you dragged your hips against his. 

"Hyuck," you breathe his name. Haechan groans, even more blood rushing to his dick from the way his name sounded rolling off your tongue. 

You started pulling on Haechan's shirt until you got it over his head and off his body, now lying on the floor. You trail your lips down his jaw, nipping his skin between his teeth, leaving openmouthed kisses on the side of his neck. Haechan slid his hand over the curve of your ass, sliding up your back, reaching for the clasp on your bra. He couldn't keep his hands off you. Haechan flipped you onto your back before he slipped one of your nipples into his mouth, flicking the perky bud with the tip of his tongue. You arch into Haechan's touch, his saliva covering your areola as he gives the same attention to the opposite one.

Haechan starts kissing down your body. He sinks his teeth into your skin, taking in how responsive you are to him. 

Placing one last kiss on your hip, Haechan hooks his fingers in the waistband of your shorts, tearing them down your legs along with your soaked panties. 

Haechan's intense gaze made you want to close your legs out of embarrassment, but he didn't allow them, keeping them apart with his hands. He runs a finger through your folds, coating his fingers in your slick.

Your hips instantly lift against his hand, and he takes amusement in the way you pouted when he drew his hand away.

"Fuck you," you whine.

"We're getting there, baby. Patience." Haechan doesn't hesitate to bring his fingers to his lips, licking your essence off his hand. 

He hums, savoring the taste of you on his tongue. You could've sworn you watched his eyes grow darker; you could barely tell they were brown anymore. 

"Taste as good as I remember, angel," Haechan licks his lips. 

Bringing his hand back between your thighs, Haechan sinks two fingers into your cunt, easily breaching your walls from how wet you are. Moans bubbled up in your throat, the feeling of his fingers curling against your gummy walls eliminating the excruciating pain you were in.

You grab onto his wrist, rolling your hips into his hand.

"Haechan..please fuck me." 

A sound resembling a growl rumbled in his chest, hearing you beg for him. 

You pathetically whined when Haechan left you empty and untouched as he started to take off the last thing he was wearing. Kicking his jeans off, letting his boxers be the last to join the rest of the clothes on the floor, Haechan strokes his cock in his hand. Your mouth waters as you press your thighs together at the sight of him. 

"You know it's been a minute, baby, and I haven't properly prepped you. Think you can take it?" he teases. 

You wrap your hand around his length, squeezing your fist around him, making him curse lowly.

"Can you?" you raise an eyebrow.

Haechan pushes you back onto your back, giving you no warning before slamming into you. 

"Oh, my fucking god, Hyuck!" you cried, your nails painfully digging into his shoulders.

"You're so wet—shit. Pussy feels so fucking good." Haechan groaned, thrusting into you.

You roughly grabbed his hair, smashing your lips into his, and Haechan's pace started to pick up. He dropped his head to watch his cock slip into your heat easily, every time he eased out of you just to fill you up to the hilt again.

Haechan sat back on his haunches, still fucking into your messy pussy. Haechan was in awe of the sight beneath him. The way you tried to move your hips to match his movements but had a hard time keeping up because of the pleasure fogging up your mind.

With his hands still on your waist, Haechan pulled you up to sit in his lap, sinking down even further on his cock.

You threw your head back, moaning shamelessly. You held onto him, gyrating your hips against his. Haechan grabbed your ass, lifting you up before letting you sink back down, the tip of his cock brushing your sweet spot.

"You're so hot," Haechan's eyes were glossed over as he looked at you. Your walls clenched around him tightly, humming in agreement as you studied his face.

You gripped his chin between your fingers, squishing his cheeks together before you planted a kiss on his lips.

"I want—I need more. Please, Haechan," you pant against his lips. 

The corners of his lips curled up mischievously. Haechan pushed you back onto the bed, leaving you empty. He then manhandled you onto your hands and knees. You kept your hips raised in the air as he easily slipped back in, bottoming out. You moaned into the sheets, gripping them, feeling Haechan's cock stretch you in the most delicious ways.  

"Fuck, angel," he rasped.

Haechan's fingers gripped your body, bruisingly tight as you matched his rhythm and moved your hips, your skin meeting in sharp slaps each time. Haechan grabbed your ass, spreading your cheeks and watching your sopping pussy swallow his cock. You could feel the slick dripping down your thighs, probably making a mess on Haechan as well. 

"You feel so fucking good, Hyuck," your words were muffled by bedding beneath you.

"Poor baby. So desperate to cum," he started stroking your clit, making you squirm. "Good thing you have me to help make you feel better," he pressed a kiss below your jaw.

"Unfortunately, you're the only thing that can," you tease.

Haechan scoffs as if he took real offense to those words. But oh, was it the best decision you've made all night.

He forced your head back into the pillows, deepening your back's arch and fucking you relentlessly.

"Yes, yes, yes. P-Please—Haechan!"

"You feel that? How good I'm making you feel. Have I already fucked you dumb, sweetheart?" he said in a condescending tone, "What was it you said before?" he asked. Haechan knew you didn't have half a mind to think about anything from even two seconds ago, too consumed in the euphoric feeling of him blowing your back out.

"Hyuck..." was all you could say, and he proudly smiled.

"That's right, baby. Say my name. Remind yourself who's fucking you this good."

"Please, Hyuck. I'm gonna cum."

"Me too, angel." He snaked his hand down between your legs, rubbing your puffy clit. 

You cried into the sheets. The sound of your ass slapping against his pelvis mixed with your muffled whines and Haechan's breathy moans. 

"Let me feel that pretty pussy cum around me," he said in your ear. 

Your pussy had a vice grip on his cock, nearing the edge. Your walls pulsed around his length, your legs shaking from the intensity of your orgasm. 

"Haechan, Haechan, Haechan," you chanted his name, riding out the wave of euphoria. 

If it wasn't for Haechan still holding your hips up, your body would have collapsed to the bed. He kept pounding into your heat, your pussy enveloping his cock as he fucked his cum into you. 

You whined, feeling overstimulation begin to overtake you, but Haechan continued to lazily thrust into you. His cum started to leak out of you, dripping down his length and your thighs. 

Haechan's cock finally went soft, leaving you empty, the sticky white substance now coating your folds and inner thighs. 

Haechan rolled you over onto your back, looking into your glassy eyes. The tension filling the room was only accompanied by your heavy breathing.

You brushed his hair out of his eyes before slapping him across the face. Haechan cursed and rubbed his stinging cheek.

"Sorry," you apologized, "Had to make sure."

"Well?"

"Spell's broken," you tell him, sitting up.

"How do you know?"

"Cause I can go back to feeling like I hate you without being in pain again."

Haechan laughs, "You still hate me?" 

"Maybe just a little less," you smile before you kiss him. Haechan wasn't expecting it, but he kissed you back immediately.

"Thank you."

"Are you sure I'm not already dead and in heaven?" 

You laughed, "I'm pretty sure."

. . .

"You sure you're okay?" Jaemin asks over the phone. 

"Yeah."

"And Haechan?" 

You heard Haechan singing in the shower and bit back a smile.  

"He's fine too," you say. "You think the witch knew what she was doing?"

"Of course, she did. She could probably sense the sexual tension between you two the moment you were in town."

"What are you saying? That that was her own twisted way of playing matchmaker?"

"She's a pretty powerful love witch, that's pretty much her specialty."

"If I didn't know any better, I would think you guys sent us here on purpose."

"We did. Just so you guys reconcile whatever was going on between you. But none of us thought this would've happened. You two could've died."

"But we didn't."

"Yeah, you didn't. What're you gonna do about that now anyway?"

"That is something we can figure out on the drive back." 

a/n: now i’m ngl i may have self inserted a little too hard with this one except we actually have a happier ending 🙂

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[sahyoluvr]

promise - huh yunjin x femreader

genre: angst, comfort

warnings: overworking, alcohol

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after a hectic mixed schedule, going from your last performance at inkigayo and attending a radio show, you decide to head back to the practice room to brush up on old choreographies.

the girls bid you goodbye at the dorm as they were preparing for a night out. eunchae was absent seeing as she was a busy girl at music bank, kazuha staying for support. you had been invited to go out but you weren’t feeling too social so you opted out, saying you would do a little bit of training at the company. they all eyed you with suspicion but let it go after you let them know you’ve sort of forgotten the first album’s dances.

“don’t stay out too late, yn,” chaewon warned, pouting her lips, “we all know what your like.”

“yeah yeah, same goes for you girls,” i say, crossing my arms imitating chaewon’s scolding expression. “don’t get too drunk, stay safe.”

unbeknownst to you, yunjin felt guilty for you not joining, instead you’d be training alone at night. the reason she wanted to go out in the first place was to be with you, but felt it was too rude to ditch after agreeing to go. but she just hoped that when she came home you’d be tucked in bed.

you quickly hug all the three girls and when you reach yunjin you squeeze her a little harder, which makes her freeze in her spot.

you switch to english as you whisper in her ear, “have fun, jen.”

pulling away, you give her a quick wink and stroll out the door, waving behind without turning your back.

chaewon looks at sakura in which sakura is looking back at her. they both turn to look at yunjin who is now flushed from the interaction between the two of you.

“what was all that about…?” chaewon mumbled to sakura as she stifled as a reply.

when you had left the dorm it was 8:30 pm. it was now edging 3 am in the morning. the chorus of fearless rang through your ears, even after turning the song off. you heaved as you sat down on the ground, smearing the dripping sweat off your forehead with a towel.

after another 5 minute break, you get up again, switching the song to blue flame; it was on a rotation. the loud echos of your music and the squeaking of your shoes is all you’ve been listening to for the past few hours.

your legs had begun to ache hours ago as you struggled to stay on two feet and lift your arms up, which now felt like were holding weights at the ends of them. but still unsatisfied the way your body moved, you kept going.

on the taxi ride home yunjin had reminded the girls that she had left one of her sweatshirts in the dance practice room and they agreed to stop and wait outside hybe while yunjin went to go grab her things.

when she walked closer to the room she heard a muffled muse of blue flame and the squeaking of the sneakers on the glazed wooden floor. her heart dropped. you were still in there practicing. she pulled out her phone and checked the time. 2:57 am. her heart sank deeper.

when she opened the door she witnessed you dancing while heaving for deep breathes. you weren’t only dancing, but quietly singing the song. the whole of your team had been critized in the lack of stable live singing at the winning encore performances for your unforgiven promotions.

tears brimmed yunjin’s eyes as she stared at you in disbelief. she was slightly more emotional due to the sway of alcohol, but nevertheless felt horrible for you, forcing yourself to continue like that.

“yn,” she was able to force out, but the music overlapped her voice, “yn!”

you turn around and smile when you see the girl you’ve liked since first sight. you skipped over to her as you pull her into a hug. you brush her hair behind her ears and put your hands over her cheeks, gleaming at her gorgeous face.

“hey babe! how was it? did you have fun?” you asked her, though quickly you notice the small tears dripping down her pink cheeks. “what’s wrong, jen?” you switch to korean feeling the serious aura, “are you okay yunjin unnie?”

“why?” she croaks and sniffles, “why are doing this…to yourself.”

“why? because i’ve gotten rusty. don’t worry about me, now how did you get here.” you reply.

being a little too intoxicated to argue but still feeling as guilty as she did in the beginning, she hugs you tightly and pulls back and replies. “taxi, unnies are waiting outside.”

you gently smile as you brush the tears from her cheeks with the pads of your thumbs. “okay.”

she grabs her sweatshirt and you grab your equipment as you pull an arm around yunjin’s shoulder and help her to the car.

when she opens the car door she keeps her right hand intertwined with yours, but soon enough you hear chaewons loud whining.

“yunjin what took you so long~” she complains and she flings her arms dramatically up.

her eyes open wide in shock as she looks at your sheepish face as you enter the taxi.

“YN!” she wails, “WHAT DID I TELL YOU!”

sakura rotates her whole body in the front seat of the taxi, looking with horror to see you.

“yn” sakura sighs, looking disappointed, “what were you doing?”

you let out a guilty laugh, but try and diffuse the tension, “look, let’s talk about it tomorrow morning when i’m not tired and you three are not drunk.”

they don’t visibly agree to the comment, but a fed up chaewon huffs and turns to look out the window.

along the car drive back to the dorm, yunjin leans and rests her head in your lap and you stroke her face gently. she lets out a small smile in her content state. she opens her eyes to see you staring back at her, her mouth drops open to speak.

you press your forefinger to the tip of her pinkish lips, and use the same finger to turn and point the finger at chaewon beside you. she sleeps, leaning against the door, eyes half open sleeping like a zombie. yunjin rotates her head in your lap and chuckles while nodding. she looks back at you in the eyes again but now with a serious expression.

“promise me you won’t do that again,” she asks with hope.

“i promise,” you say before pressing your lips against her forehead as she closes her eyes once more.

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#huh yunjin x reader #yunjin x reader #lesserafim x reader #le sserafim x reader #le sserafim imagines #yunjin imagines

[finalgirleddiemunson]

Don’t Mention It (Steve Harrington x Reader)

summary: some mornings are bad mornings, and they’re filled with memories. Steve and you work through them together. (wc 1.3k)

warnings: angst, past trauma mentions, non-sexual nudity

a/n: had a moment where i thought about how how everything that steve has gone through often gets played for laughs and got so upset i wrote this. it kinda reads more loose than a typical narrative structure, my b

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Steve showers in the morning. 

In high school, he used to shower at night. To wash the pool chlorine and layers of the day off of his skin. 

But then things went bump in the night too often, too frequently. You and him both know now that the darkness can hide something more than bad dreams or phantasmal shapes. 

Sometimes it’s difficult to fall asleep tucked into bed safe and sound. Much less be vulnerable and relaxed underneath the shower- where the stream of water hitting against the tile blocks the noise of something that could be creeping nearby.

So, yes. Steve showers in the morning now. You don’t mention it. 

Just like he doesn’t mention how you check the doors and windows twice every night, flipping locks back and forth that you know were already secured but you just had to be sure. One last time. 

He leans on the doorway to the kitchen of your shared apartment and watches you go through your routine every night though. He’s gotten used to reassuring you beneath the covers that Yes, baby, you locked the windows. I watched you do it, I promise. You can go to sleep. 

Just like he doesn’t mention how you keep his old bat placed under the bed, in the same way that old lovers place dried roses or sleeping satchels filled with herbs beneath pillows. An extra omen that helps you both sleep. 

It’s the sound of the water running that wakes you, as it does most mornings. 

The bathroom door is open, letting the steam from the shower spill out and into the bedroom, carrying with it that clean and cologne-like smell of Steve’s body wash. 

As you wake, scrubbing sleep from your eyes and wetting dry lips, you come into awareness slowly. There’s a distinct lack of humming coming from the bathroom this morning. 

Another thing you don’t mention- the sign of a storm that only you know how to navigate. 

On the good days, Steve sings. When you first got together, you imagined that Steve would sing off-tune and loudly, a joke played for laughs. Your years together have found you pleasantly wrong in that assumption. In the confines of your shared bathroom, Steve sings like he was always meant to do it- perfect pitch and everything. It only makes you slightly envious at times.

But, most of the time he hums. Little tunes, songs he’s heard on the radio, whatever is stuck in his head. He scrubs shampoo from his hair and hums the song that was playing over his car radio when he asked you to be his girlfriend, or the song you danced to in the kitchen last night, or some new rock song that Dustin showed him that Steve swears he hates. The point of the matter is, most of the time Steve hums. 

On the bad days, there’s silence. Music does not drift out with the steam from the shower, only quiet. 

The lack of music today fills your lungs, viscous and hefty in its meaning. 

You pad to the bathroom and make your steps purposefully heavy. I’m here, it’s just me. You make sure the hinges squeak as you push the door open unnecessarily wider. Don’t worry, don’t be scared. I’m not sneaking up on you, nothing is here. 

You run the water in the sink, brush your teeth and make a big show of it even though the curtain on the shower is still closed. You do this on the bad days. Hedge in closer, palms open, slow and steady. 

When you’ve drawn out your morning routine as long as you can is when you finally speak. “Good morning, honey.”

It takes a moment, but the quiet croak of Steve’s voice rings out above the running water, “Morning, sweetheart.”

You wait, give him the opportunity to say anything else before you take your next step. “Do you mind if I join you?” You keep your tone light, as though the idea just occurred to you. As though this isn’t, in itself, a part of the routine that both of you play. 

“Please,” Steve responds and the cracked relief in his voice spurs you into action. 

You don’t bother to gather your shed clothes and place them out of the way. You just pull them off and drop them onto the tile as quickly as you’re able. 

When you step into the temporary sauna that Steve has made with the scalding water, you’re met with the sight of his back. The tan expanse of skin, dotted with freckles and moles that you’ve traced over a thousand times, now with water cascading down the muscles. 

Your first touch is just your fingertips along his arm. I’m here, I’m here, I’m here. 

And when his shoulders crumple in on themselves just a little at the touch, you’re quick to curl your hand around his bicep, turning him in place to face you. 

You tuck yourself into the space beneath his chin, let his wet hair rain droplets down onto the top of your head and your shoulders. His body shields you from the brunt of the shower, but you hope that between you and the heat of the water he can find something to ground him. You splay your hands wide against his back as you hug him closer. Come back to me. 

You don’t mention it when he shudders above you, takes in rasping breaths as he presses his face into the top of your head. You just let him cry, swaying gently on your feet to rock him. 

You don’t mention it when the water begins to run colder and colder- until the tears give way to chattering teeth and you take his hands to lead him out of the shower. You set him down and wrap a towel around his body. 

You don’t mention that daylight is streaming in through the windows of your bedroom, that the darkness can’t reach you two here with blue skies and sunshine at your door. You both know that would be a lie anyways. 

All you can do is hold him. You give him soft clothes, loungewear that he wears around the house, and he dresses himself in mechanical movements. You do your best to keep touching him throughout it all.

“It helps,” He had whispered to you one night when sleep evaded your household. “When I’m like that. Just knowing you’re there. It helps.”

You had kissed his collarbone, an acknowledgment of his bravery. “I wish it didn’t get like that,” he murmured into the darkness. 

“I know. But I’ll always be here, when it does. And I know that you’ll be there for me, when I get like that. ” 

He had rubbed a hand up and down your spine at your words, his own acknowledgement. Neither of you slept much that night. 

Now, even with the cheery, morning light coming through the curtains, you both crawl back beneath the covers. You plaster yourself against Steve, the length of your body fitted against his. You keep a hand against his chest, feel the steady thump of his heartbeat under your palm. 

Hear this thing? You want to scream to the sky, to the Upside Down, to every last thing that made him scared of the dark. It means that Steve Harrington is alive, despite it all. And you can’t take him from me. 

Instead you just hold him. 

Steve returns to his body slowly, pieces clicking into place until at last the grip he has around you tightens with awareness. His muscles uncoil, a recognition of his safety. 

“I love you,” He says.

“I love you more.”

You don’t mention that you already know his response-

“Not possible.”

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington fanfic #stranger things x reader #stranger things imagine #the final girl writes

[catslvrr]

heaven sent — 03. ice skating + arcade

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You drummed your fingers on the steering wheel, glancing at Danielle who was humming to whatever song was currently playing on the radio.

“So,” you said, shifting your attention back to the road as the light turned green. “What’s on for today?”

“Ice skating!” She declared enthusiastically, pausing Subway Surfers to see your reaction.

“Ice skating?” You repeated, baffled. “I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but I’m not the athletic type. That’s Minji’s job.”

“I know,” she grinned, tapping back into the game. “But there’s a first time for everything.”

You’d never felt so out of place as you entered the ice rink. On one side of the spectrum, there were kids shakily walking forward while holding their parents’ hands. On the other side, there were professional figure skaters showing off their skills. 

Danielle was part of the latter.

You scoffed as you leaned against the rails, watching her gracefully glide across the ice. “Of course you’d be good at this. God’s messenger and all.”

“I think you’re just jealous,” she smirked. She slid to a stop right in front of you, holding out her hand. “Come here. You look like a loser.”

“I’m gonna look like an even bigger loser when I slip and fall on my ass.” You clutched her hand tightly as you clumsily walked on the ice.

“You look constipated,” Danielle laughed. “Relax, I’ve got you. Just bend your knees slightly and imagine you’re drawing a V with your legs.”

You were too focused on not falling to retort back, but slowly and surely, you started to get the hang of it. She was still holding on to you, skating backward, leading the way.

You looked up from your feet, only to see her already staring at you.

“You’re doing it,” she smiled softly. You quickly averted your gaze, trying to ignore the goosebumps on your skin. It’s the air conditioning. And the ice.

“Thanks,” you murmured.

“Race you a lap around the rink?”

Out of all the parallel universes, none existed where you would win. You knew this. But it was hard to resist her eyes that were glimmering with anticipation.

You responded by pushing off your feet, rushing forward, not giving her time to react. It was barely five seconds before you felt a gust of wind brush against you, and you saw her already lightyears ahead of you.

It was a while before you caught up.

“I can already feel blisters forming,” you winced as you finally reached Danielle, who was slowly skating towards you. 

Just as she opened her mouth, you saw a kid in your peripheral vision zoom past you, slamming right into her. They both fell on the ice with a loud thud, but the kid swiftly recovered and got up, not even sparing a glance or offering an apology as they skated away.

You looked at Danielle, who was still on her ass, absolutely flabbergasted, and you couldn’t contain your laughter. You expected her to be embarrassed, or angry, but your laughter died down as she just stared at you, a satisfied smile on her face.

“Did you hit your head?” You frowned. “Why are you smiling like an idiot?”

She shook her head, her smile only widening as she stood up. “Nothing, let’s go to the arcade.”

Both of you made your way to the arcade next to the rink, and you stared at the machine that traded coins for tokens. You sent a knowing glance to Danielle.

“No,” she folded her arms, looking away. “Absolutely not.”

“Spawning in some arcade tokens won’t collapse our economy,” you said. “Just do it.”

“...Fine.” She bit her cheek anxiously as she fished out a handful of tokens out of her pocket.

“Excellent,” you grinned, dragging her to the claw machine. “We are going all out today.”

(You were eventually kicked out after winning too many prizes. You hoped the staff didn’t check the surveillance recordings. Or maybe God would somehow edit it and make it seem like the two of you were just incredibly lucky.)

The two of you struggled to enter the apartment, arms full of plushies and toys. You threw them all on the couch, but picked the puppy one back up, handing it to Danielle. You made a note to yourself to leave the bear one in Minji’s room.

“Is this a thanks for today? You shouldn’t have,” she cooed, hugging the plushie tightly. 

“As if,” you clicked your tongue to hide your smile. “It’s a consolation prize for losing to me in DDR.”

“You chose that one on purpose,” she whined. “You didn’t tell me that you had a DDR phase.”

You stuck your tongue out. “In your own words: I think you’re just jealous.”

You both chuckled lightly, before Danielle spoke again.

“How was today?”

You leaned the small of your back on the counter.

“It was more fun than expected,” you confessed begrudgingly. “I haven’t been to the arcade in a while.”

“I’m glad to hear that,” she said, reaching out to squeeze your arm. “I’ll see you tomorrow?”

You nodded. “Yeah, I’ll see you.”

Again, she spun and disappeared, leaving behind nothing but dust and an uncomfortable flutter that settled in between your ribs.

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#newjeans x reader #newjeans fanfic #newjeans fic #danielle marsh x reader #mo jihye x reader

[puffcap-factory]

When Carpool Jams Gone Awry (Heartsteel Kayn x reader)

Heartsteel!Kayn x gn!reader; fluff, pure fluff, crack.

<Part 2 of "It all started with a missing guitar pick...">

After Ezreal witnessed the certain incident between you and Kayn in the past week, he decided to put matters in his own hands as a wingman and set you two on a quick car trip for just the two of you.

Part 1 of this fic is right here! I suggest reading the first one first for more context though, but it's completely up to you :)

Notes: Idk why but heartsteel fics smh made me focus on the crack instead of the romance (oops). There’s 3 song references that I used for the fic btw. Oh, and I might try some spicier ones with Kayn though, he has so much potential. Anyways, enjoy the story! :D

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The passenger seat became a silent observer to the awkwardness between you and Kayn as he settled into the driver's seat. You could practically feel the tension seeping into the air as you clicked on your seatbelt.

It wasn’t like this for the past few days, you thought. But why do you suddenly feel awkward now?

"So… it’s not the usual spot down the street then?" you asked, breaking the uncomfortable quietness.

"Nah, Ezreal mixed things up and ordered from somewhere else," Kayn replied with a grunt. “That prick…” he muttered under his breath, almost too quiet for you to catch. You noticed him setting the GPS of the car for about a 20-minute drive from your place.

Sensing the need to ease the tension, you reached over and turned on the radio, letting the music fill the car. You couldn't help but wonder how you had ended up in this situation.

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It had been almost a week since that certain incident, yet neither you nor Kayn had mentioned anything about the guitar lesson or the fall. The week had also flown by with various schedules, leaving little time for just the two of you.

Kayn, although you knew that he had been acting like everything’s cool, couldn't hide the subtle changes in his behavior. You could tell by the way he would avoid prolonged eye contact when you talked to him, or felt his gaze when he occasionally stole quick glances at you when you weren’t looking. However, the interactions you had throughout the week with him were never personal; there weren’t many opportunities in the first place.

But tonight, it was Friday night, and the group had planned a barbecue on the rooftop of the dorm's apartment building. Everyone had pitched in to prepare, setting up grills and tables for a fun evening.

As the party kicked off and laughter filled the air, it was around 8 pm when you excused yourself to head back to your room for a bathroom break. On the stairs, you ran into Ezreal, who seemed a bit frantic.

"Hey, y/n! Perfect timing, I need your help," Ezreal said, rushing up the stairs.

"What's up, Ez?"

“So, I ordered these desserts for us,” he paused as he showed you his phone with the orders displayed. “But I accidentally selected ‘pick up’ instead of ‘delivery’! Can you come with me to grab them, pleaaase?” 

"Oh, sure, no problem," you replied casually. It seemed like a simple errand, nothing more. "I'll head to my room first, then meet you in the parking lot, okay?" you added.

“You’re the best!” Ezreal exclaimed, visibly relieved. “Take your time and I’ll be waiting downstairs then!” He headed back towards the rooftop eagerly, leaving you to make your way to your room.

You smiled at his reaction, and brushed off the thought of why he had seemed somewhat agitated for a mere errand, as you headed to the bathroom in your room.

After a moment, you finally made your way down to the basement level, ready to accompany Ezreal for the dessert pick-up. As you stepped out of the glass door of the parking lot, you spotted Kayn standing near the group’s SUV. He was looking at his phone, one hand in his pocket, seemingly to be waiting for you. He looked up as you approached, quickly pocketing his phone.

“Let’s go,” he said flatly, waiting for you to join him. 

“Wait, you’re the one who’s gonna pick up the ice cream?” You quipped as you went up to him. 

“Yeah, Ezreal claimed he had some ‘urgent tasks’ to handle,” he rolled his eyes, clearly not buying what Ezreal said. 

“Oh well…” you paused, starting to understand why he had seemed unusually excited. “Let’s go then.”

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And that was how it went. It was clear to you that Ezreal had set up a sneaky scheme for you two. Although you certainly wouldn’t object to spend alone time together with Kayn, you had to admit it was a bit sudden. However, the lack of conversation was starting to bother you more than usual, somehow.

“I got to play a bit further into the song, you know?” you finally began.

“Oh? So, I assume your guitar lessons are going smoothly, hm?” Kayn asked, a small smirk tugging at his lips as he turned his head slightly towards you before facing back to the road.

“Of course,” you smiled to yourself, feeling a bit proud. “I’ve been practicing a bit before bed.”

“Show me later then,” he challenged with a smirk.

“Alright.”

Silence.

Okay, you’re not going to mention the fall, at least not yet. It seemed neither of you wanted to broach that topic. You were racking your brain for another conversation starter when a familiar song started playing in the background.

You couldn't resist vibing with the music, its lively tempo lifting the mood in the car as you started singing. Kayn was clearly enjoying the beat too, nodding along and joining you in singing. It quickly turned into a car karaoke jam.

“Bang bang into the room, I know you want it

Bang bang all over you, I’ll let you have it “

Oh. 

“Back, back seat of my car, I’ll let you have it

Wait a minute let me take you there, ah”

You pretended not to notice anything unusual and kept on singing, letting the beat carry you away. Why were you suddenly realizing the lyrics that didn’t bother you before? Kayn didn’t seem bothered either, at least not now, as he continued singing along. It was almost as if the music had created a little bubble of ease between the two of you, momentarily pushing aside any lingering tension.

The next song, however, shattered that bubble.

Kayn’s voice grew smaller and smaller as the lyrics seemed to get into his head.

“You like it wet and so do I…

…I know you never waste a drip”

You noticed his voice trailing off, but you pressed on, determined not to let the tension settle back in the air. Masking every awkwardness with your solo karaoke session, you threw yourself into the song, trying not to care about the awkward atmosphere.

Oh god, how much longer does this drive take.

You silently prayed for the next song to be less suggestive. Unfortunately, the radio playlist seemed to have other plans.

As soon as the next song played, Kayn went completely still beside you, his face straight, expressionless. The tension between you two became almost suffocating, thick in the air like a heavy fog.

“Push me up against the wall, don’t take it easy…

You like it hard like me, it’s what you need.”

You felt like jumping out of the car to escape the tension that filled the space. It was as if the song had suddenly laid bare all the unspoken tension between you and Kayn. He remained unresponsive as his gaze fixed straight ahead, and you could sense his uneasiness.

“Let’s get naked and explore our inner secrets…”

The words hung in the air, heavy and charged with meaning. Why was this song playing now of all times? You struggled to maintain your composure, but the blush creeping up your cheeks betrayed your cool. It was clear that the mood had shifted, and your confidence to continue singing wavered as your voice grew smaller and smaller. 

Even though the lyrics were etched into your mind, you tried to salvage the situation by nodding along with the beat. Neither of you dared to reach for the radio to change the song, as if both of you were in denial that the lyrics had stirred something between you two. The car was becoming like a pressure cooker, the tension almost tangible between you and him. 

Summoning your courage, you stole a glance at Kayn, whose gaze remained fixed straight ahead, visibly tense. His jaw was clenched, and you couldn't help but admire the view for a moment, before realizing you had stared for too long. He caught your gaze as he glanced to the side briefly.

“What?” he finally said, breaking the silence.

“O-oh, nothing,” you stammered, quickly glancing back to the front, a blush creeping up on your cheeks. “Is the shop still far?”

“No, it’s right there,” he motioned with his head, and you could see the small light panel displaying the logo of the fast food chain store.

Kayn then parked at the open lot, and you both stepped out from the car. Finally, a breath of fresh air, the one that you desperately needed. 

“Wait here, I’ll grab it quick,” Kayn said, taking the lead.

“I think I’ll borrow the bathroom,” you said with an awkward smile. He nodded in acknowledgment as he headed into the shop counter.

You made a straight dash for the bathroom, taking a moment to collect yourself and plan how to handle the rest of the drive back with him. You were sure you wouldn’t survive that same kind of tension again.

•~•~•~•

Meanwhile, Kayn, who had taken the orders, waited in the car. He knew he had been hiding his blush during the whole ride, not expecting the tension to be that intense. He sighed, running a hand through his hair as he tried to clear his head. His mind was busy replaying the events that had led to this awkward situation.

--

“Kayn – aw, come on, I swear it’s a quick drive!” Ezreal pleaded, holding out the car keys.

“Ugh, if it’s a quick drive then why are you asking me?” Kayn groaned in response.

“Because… because…” Ezreal trailed off.

“Hey, I’ll drive. I don’t mind,” K’sante offered from the side. 

“Oh… um,” Ezreal answered reluctantly, glancing at Kayn for a bit before a playful grin appeared on his face. “Alright then, y/n will be waiting down at the carpark,” Ezreal grinned mischievously as he handed the keys to K’sante.

Before K’sante could take them, Kayn snatched the keys from Ezreal’s hands.

“Fine. I’ll go.”

--

Kayn rubbed his forehead, realizing all too well that they had set this up for him. He did want to spend more time with you, but the unexpected set of songs playing on the radio had interrupted his more peaceful set of plans. He then turned on the radio, just to check what song was playing, but immediately turned it off as he heard another set of suggestive lyrics in it. 

Nope, not again.  

He sighed in attempt to ease his own tension, feeling it did not work, he went out from the car. He took a deep breath as he contemplated on what he should do for the rest of the drive as he held his one arm on the car to support his weight, as his head now facing down to the ground.

“Damn it…” he grumbled, his face reddening the more he thought about you.

Meanwhile, you had decided to buy a cone of vanilla ice cream after making up your mind in the bathroom. You figured some sweet treat might help salvage the time.

Just for another 20 minutes, you can do it, y/n.

Taking a deep breath and exhaling, you attempted to calm yourself before heading out of the store. As you made your way to the car, you found Kayn sitting at the metal bars near the parked car, seemingly lost in thought as he faced the other way.

“Uh… sorry to keep you waiting, Kayn,” you said softly, approaching him with your ice cream in hand. Kayn glanced at you briefly but didn't fully turn, still deep in his thoughts. Sensing he wanted to say something, you took a seat next to him on the metal bars, quietly enjoying your ice cream. 

“Hey,” he finally called out, his face still turned away.

“Y- yes?” You were somewhat startled by his sudden tense demeanor, but you waited for him to continue. The sudden tension made your heart begin to beat faster.

He cursed under his breath, rubbing his face with his palm as if trying to shake off his uneasiness. Then, in a mumble, he said, “I’ll just ask this straight.”

“…Are you seeing someone?” His face still away from you, his voice tense.

“No…” you replied softly, a bit taken aback by the question.

He let out an exhale, rubbing the back of his neck as his face started to redden. “Do you… want to go out… with me?” His voice trailed off, barely audible.

Glancing at him, you noticed his face turned away, his ears tinged with pink. A smile crept onto your face.

Without hesitation, you softly placed your hand on his, which was resting on the metal bars.

He immediately turned to face you, his pinkish face now fully visible as you beamed a smile at him. Nodding happily, you conveyed your answer without words. You didn’t care anymore if your face turned as red as a tomato; seeing your reaction, Kayn's bashfulness immediately changed into a cocky smirk.

"Heh," he chuckled, his smirk widening although his blush was still present. "Looks like it’s not that hard to ask you out."

“Huh, what do you mean by that?” you teased, squeezing the hand which held his.

“Argh, your hand is all sticky!” he exclaimed, standing up and trying to shake off the melted ice cream.

“Kayn!” you laughed, feeling the tension dissipate as you both made your way towards the car door, ready to head back. It felt like a weight had been lifted off your hearts. 

You settled in the car seat when Kayn suddenly leaned closer from his seat. With a mischievous glint in his eyes, his fingers hovered near your nose.

“What?” you asked, trying to keep a straight face.

He grinned, his fingers lightly touching the ice cream stain on your nose. “You’re so sloppy,” he teased, before playfully sucking the melted ice cream off his fingers.

You couldn’t help but blush furiously, feeling the heat rush to your cheeks as he chuckled. Kayn's demeanor had definitely lightened up, but the car ride back home was a relentless onslaught of teasing directed at you. With or without music, his remarks kept you on edge, and though you wouldn’t admit it, deep down you were secretly enjoying it. 

Was 20 minutes this short?

•~•~•~•

Meanwhile, back in the dorm, K’sante glanced at his wristwatch, a bemused expression on his face. "Aren’t they kinda late?" he asked, turning to Ezreal.

Ezreal simply grinned, a twinkle of mischief in his eyes. "Let them be," he replied with a knowing smile. "They'll be back with stories, I'm sure."

#heartsteel x reader #kayn x reader #heartsteel kayn #kayn heartsteel #kayn x gn reader #league of legends x reader #league of legends #league of legends fanfic #lol x reader #heartsteel fluff #heartsteel

[jyndor]

black lights, spaceships fly

for rebelcaptain fluffbruary st fluffentines day or whatever it's called, have some post-war them in the club where they SHOULD HAVE BEEN fluff

the prompts were lush | camera | beau and I did actually use them all but very ✨️subtly✨️

written while listening to renaissance on repeat for the vibes and the title of course is from cuff it. cross-posted on ao3.

cw for recreational space weed consumption and of course alleged legal real world weed consumption behind the scenes lmao

The driving baseline from the stage reverberates through the floor into the soles of Cassian's feet. He feels his heart thumping in time with the red-haired Zeltron drummer on the drum set. His nose brushes the crown of Jyn's head as she sways in his arms.

The herbal scent of the Marcan joint they'd shared earlier lingers in her hair, and he breathes in deeply, scent memory tossing him back to the walk from the ship and the freshly-rolled cigarette passing from her fingers to his, then burning between his lips, the cherry bright in the humid night air. Kohl-lined green eyes sparkling from the freshly harvested herb in her blood and silent laughter at something Bodhi says to Cinta. Han and Chewie arguing about a failed hustle in the first bar of the night, Shara singing some song she's got stuck in her head at the top of lungs in the middle of the road, the world softening at the edges of his vision, lights dimming and time slowing, and Jyn ripping the joint from his lips and offering it to Bix, and falling behind their friends for a few minutes about two blocks down from the club to make out against a darkened wall-

He blinks back to the present as Jyn kisses the skin of his collarbone where it peeks out of his jacket. She drapes her arms over his shoulders; his hands grip her waist. She pulls away from him to meet his eyes. She's got glitter on her cheekbones and lashes, her hair is damp and curling. There's a flush growing over her skin like a sunrise, the glow of a hot night, pulsing lasers lighting her up in the dark, smoky air.

His mind takes a holopic. Shutter, snap.

This past year has looked good on both of them. Jyn wears peacetime beautifully - not without anxiety, not without grief or pain, but with hope. A little softer in her face, she's not always the best sleeper but neither is he. They sleep better these days.

His rebellion now is accepting joy with a sure hand.

The electric wail of the guitar trembles along his half-metal spine.

What a gift to just be himself again, just Cassian Andor - some guy in a club with his pretty girlfriend pressed close to him, caught up in the sea of other bodies like they've not spent years and years pretending to be anyone else. Both of them desperately hiding behind aliases and alibis. Fighting a war they shouldn't have survived, knee deep in the mud, running from everyone they've had to leave behind, their pasts, their shadows, their losses and now-

Now they get stoned and go out with their friends on some nights. Now he takes the time to properly cook for her and she rolls their joints with the shrub she's been growing in their cabin, the little growth-light hovering over it during the dayshift, and they talk about the weather when they're planetside and watch smashball over caf and have sex with the radio on in their ship's cabin and have friends with couches to sleep on. Planets to explore, cities and rainforests.

They have proper identichips and scandocs with their real names (although they've still got their fakes, just in case). They have a ship and a cat, they have community across the stars.

Sometimes they talk about the future. What they want out of it and what it can provide for them. Separately and together. The work that he still needs to do, work he'll do better with her by his side.

Six years ago he would have never believed he would outlive the Empire, or have a family again, and fuck he's high.

“Happy birthday,” Jyn says. “I'm glad you were born.”

Cassian leans in for a kiss, sighs when he feels her fingers comb through his beard.

“What are you thinking about?” she asks.

He smiles. “That this shit's stronger than I remember.”

“Maybe you just can't keep up anymore, Andor.”

“With you?” He squeezes her waist and pulls her back to his lips. “I think I manage alright.”

“Hmm.” Her eyes are still shut. “Actually I could probably cool down too.”

“I'm saying I can keep up with you,” Cassian mumbles into her cheek, his own eyes drifting shut. He can't stay away, has to engage the rest of his senses to handle her. “I'll keep up with you.”

Jyn makes an amused noise and snuggles into the hollow of his neck. He swallows as her fingers trace up and down the curvature of that half-metal spine. "D'you still want to get married?" His eyes pop open.

"I mean, I-yeah." Cassian huffs. "I'd love to marry you."

"And kids? You still want kids?"

He smiles. "Whatever you want, Jyn."

"Whatever I want," she repeats. "And if I say we're gonna go set up a farm on Lah'mu and raise like a dozen babies and maybe some goats or something?"

"Seems reasonable," he says with a straight face until she snorts. "We can always revisit this conversation later."

#my fic #rebelcaptain #fluffbruary #rebelcaptain fluffbruary

[specialagentlokitty]

Wednesday x reader - lonely

reader in a band, and having a small concert in town and everyone shows up to support them, and Wednesday is actually enjoyinh it because it is her type of music (kinda inspired by hex girls from scoobydoo or whatever) - Anon💜

Downing the water in your hand, you looked over at the crowd and smiled to yourself. You loved the fact that the two communities had come out to help raise money for charity.

“It’s going well Huh?” Maya smiled.

You nodded your head and carried on scanning the crowd.

“She’s not here (Y/N), we’ve already looked.” Tyler sighed.

“Can’t say I’m surprised…” you mumbled.

She never did really care about anything you were doing, she never showed any sort of interest, just brushed it all off.

You looked at the guitar in your hand and passed it back to Daniel.

“Are we done?” He asked.

“No, you know that song we’ve been rehearsing? I want to play that? It seems like a good time to release it if you guys are ready?”

They all shared a look, mumbling among themselves before they finally nodded.

“Let’s do it!” Maya grinned.

She announced there would be a final song, it was unrealised and you would be sharing it with them all tonight.

Looking down at the students of Nevermore, you beamed brightly at your friends and teachers as you slowly took a deep breath.

The music started up first.

And that’s what caught her attention from the spot she was sat at behind a tree.

It was different from the energetic music that had been playing all night.

Turning to the hand next to her, Wednesday furrowed her brows a little.

“New song?” She asked.

Thing signed back, saying he thought so.

And she listened carefully, you voice was soft, gentle. Yet she could hear the raw emotions in the very first lines.

Headed back home

Boarding the plane

Like an old ghost thought I heard your name

And my heart stopped, skipped a beat for one second

Turned around, but who was I kidding?

Just a sweet girl

Was she here to save me?

Will I finally get to move on, maybe?

Quick drinks so that I can move closer

Ask her name, hoping for closure

You closed your eyes, memories of you and Wednesday flooding through your head.

So this is what it's like to be lonely?

Spending every minute thinking 'bout you

But looking for somebody else to hold me

Only hoping they will know me like you do

Get out of my mind for a moment

You took my heart and marked it like a tattoo

They say that time will heal like a potion

But time has only got me missing more of you, of you

(Lonely, lonely)

Wednesday closed here eyes and listened carefully to the words.

She understood now why she hadn’t heard the song.

It's been a few months

And not much has changed

Still check my phone to see if your name's on it

Drive past the places we used to go

Our song keeps spinning on the radio

And I know I sound a little cliché, but I

I never thought the things could change

So please, don't forget me when the summer fades

All the while, I'll be trying to replace your face

Wednesday got up and stepped around the tree, pulling her bag closer to her shoulder as she looked up at you.

It was hard to see you from the back, but she could. You had your eyes closed, and everything you were feeling in that moment was pouring out.

And she felt bad.

So this is what it's like to be lonely?

Spending every minute thinking 'bout you

But looking for somebody else to hold me

Only hoping they will know me like you do

Get out of my mind for a moment

You took my heart and marked it like a tattoo

They say that time will heal like a potion

But time has only got me missing more of you, of you

(Lonely, lonely)

(This is what it's like to be, this is what it's like to be)

(Lonely, lonely)

(This is what it's like to be lonely)

You finally opened your eyes, and somehow your gaze landed straight on her.

You both held a silent staring competition as you sang your heart out.

All I want is for you to know

That I'm sorry for all the things I didn't didn't do

All I want is for you to know

That I'm sorry for all the things I didn't didn't do

If I call you up in the middle of the night

If I send you a text asking, "How is your life?"

It's just me checking in insecure

Wondering if I exist anymore

If I say something and I started a fight

Between you and yours, yeah I'll act so surprised

Surprised, surprised

I'll need a little time

So this is what it's like to be lonely?

Spending every minute thinking 'bout you

But looking for somebody else to hold me

Only hoping they will know me like you do

Get out of my mind for a moment

You took my heart and marked it like a tattoo

They say that time will heal like a potion

But time has only got me missing more of you, of you

(Lonely, lonely, lonely)

(Lonely, lonely, this is what it's like to be lonely)

(Lonely, this is what it's like to be lonely)

As the song drew to a close, you watched in sadness as Wednesday turned around and left.

Taking a deep breath, you plastered a smile on your face and turned to the crowd.

“Thank you all for coming tonight, now we’ll open the karaoke part of the evening so feel free to jump in!” You cheered.

Everyone cheered and clapped as they went to get food and music blasted through the speakers.

Heading behind the curtain, you ran a hand through your hair.

“She really did come.” Tyler said.

You nodded.

“Sorry (Y/N).” Maya smiled sadly.

You gave a sad smile and shrugged, heading back to the trailer to sit down for a few minutes.

Walking in, you flicked the light on and nearly screamed.

Your heart flew to your chest as you stared at the couch.

“Wednesday what the hell?!” You hissed.

“I knew you’d come back here, and you scared easily.”

Rolling your eyes, you walked over and sat opposite her.

It was silent for a few minutes before you finally spoke.

“I didn’t think you’d come…”

Wednesday didn’t say anything, and you sighed to yourself.

“Come back.” She suddenly said.

“What?”

Wednesday got up and knelt in front of you, resting her arms on your legs.

“Come back to Nevermore. It is rather boring without your annoying music, and without you bursting through my door every day.”

You looked at her, giving her a little smile.

“Awe, missing me?”

You weren’t expecting a response.

“Yes.”

Your smile fell as Wednesday slowly stood up, her hands on either side of your head resting on the couch.

She leaned forward and you leant backwards.

“I miss you okay? It’s absolutely disgusting and I am ashamed to admit such things, but I miss you.”

You sighed, looking up into her eyes.

“I.. I need time…”

Wednesday slowly nodding her head as she stepped away from you.

“I understand.”

With that she left and you broke down into tears.

You wanted her back, but you needed to think about if it’s what was best for you and her.

The break up was messy, and you didn’t know if you could go through something like that again, but you loved her, but you had to think about it.

While you were sitting there your phone chimed, and you picked it up.

Wednesday: by the way, your song didn’t make me want to cut my own ears off.

You laughed softly, rolling your eyes as you set your phone back down. You closed your eyes with a smile, at least you saw her again

#Wednesday #wednesday x y/n #wednesday x reader #Wednesday x you #Wednesday imagine #Wednesday Addams #Wednesday Addams x reader #Wednesday Addams x you #Wednesday Addams imagine

[wastingstarlight]

💀🧼 drabble for the lovely @empresscirque and their prompt: "ghost playing guitar and soap liking it" 

pairing: john "soap" mactavish/simon "ghost" riley rating: T length: ~1k CWs: brief canon-typical violence A/N: ft! price/gaz mention for funsies, light angst, & a dash of hand kink bc of who i am as a person. thanks for the prompt and hope you enjoy! 💜

Soap is right fucking knackered.

The op had gone to shite as soon as the last two men guarding the garage pressed a silent alarm before Soap could dispatch them, summoning a small army of backup that had not been in the intel brief. 

It takes all his years of training, Ghost on his six, and sheer bloody luck to make it out in one piece. To top it off, since the place is now crawling with hostiles, exfil has been pushed back; they have to bunk in a safe house until things settle.

Soap barely fights the urge to groan as Laswell relays that charming detail to them. All he wants is a hot shower, a cold glass of water, and eight blissfully uninterrupted hours of shut-eye in a bed he knows he won’t get shot in. 

Well, as long as Price doesn’t figure out that Soap’s been the one deliberately shrinking his shirts, that is. What can Soap say; the man needs to get laid. He’s seen the way Gaz has been gawking at the captain, the way Price sneaks his own looks when he thinks no one’s watching, and Soap is more than happy to be their fairy fuckmother or whatever. He just wants someone to be getting some, is all. 

“Chin up, Sergeant,” Ghost—speak of the fuckin' devil—deadpans as he sets the course towards the coordinates Laswell had provided. “Least I’m not pullin’ a bullet outta your arm this time.”

“There’s still time,” Soap grumbles. “Think we’d get exfilled faster if ye were?”

Ghost snorts. “Not with the way our luck’s been goin’ tonight, Johnny. Let’s get the fuck outta here.”

///

The safe house is standard; utterly ordinary, out-of-the-way, lightly stocked with food and gear. Working electric too, so Soap helps himself to a glass of cold water. That’s one thing off his checklist, anyway, and he’s already eyeing the washroom where a shower beckons. Maybe the night won’t be all bad.

“Go ahead,” Ghost says, like he’s reading Soap’s mind. “I’ll check the supplies, figure out something to eat.”

“Have I told ye how much I love ye lately, Lt?” Soap breathes, hardly thinking before the words are out and he’s brushing past Ghost and into the washroom. 

Soap stands under the blissfully hot water with his eyes closed and pretends he’s in a swanky spa in Glasgow instead of The-Middle-of-Fucking-Nowhere, Russia. It works, almost, but his grumbling stomach reminds him he has other things to tend to.

He switches the shower off with a sigh and towels off before tugging his base-layers back on. He especially hates this part—having to return to dirty clothes—but at least they’re quick-dry

Soap opens the door to the washroom, halfway to feeling like a person again, and then he hears it.

He thinks it’s the radio at first, on some weird Russian instrumental channel, but as he draws closer, he picks out little pauses, little imperfect scratches of fingers on strings, and he realizes right before he sees it that it’s not the radio; it’s Ghost.

Soap is not ready for the sight or what it does to him.

A single lamp casts the scene in gold and banishes the shadows to the corners of the sitting room. Ghost is down to his balaclava, t-shirt, and tactical trousers, cross-legged on the ground, a worn acoustic guitar in his lap. He watches his fret hand as he plays, his movements a bit slow but smooth, careful, practiced. Soap doesn’t know the song but he doesn’t really care; his eyes are fixed on Ghost’s hands. 

Big, scarred, powerful hands that Soap has seen slit throats, crush windpipes, disassemble and reassemble sidearms in under thirty seconds. Hands that are just as much a part of Ghost’s kit as his throwing knives. And Soap can’t stop watching those hands as they dance nimbly across frets, strum a precise rhythm that leaves Soap breathless for a reason he’s not allowed to let himself think about.

It’s over too soon.

“Ah didnae ken ye played, sir,” Soap murmurs, scrambling to fill the sudden silence before his traitorous thoughts do.

Ghost shrugs and ducks his head. He plucks a few more notes in a half-melody. “Dad taught me. ‘S been…a while since I’ve practiced,” he replies, voice rough, and Soap knows better than to push. 

There’s something desperately close to vulnerability in the air as Soap kneels in front of Ghost. Ghost’s eyes, honey-gold in the low light, track him the entire time, and curse that fucking mask because Soap would kill a thousand men to see Ghost’s face right now, to touch—

Soap swallows the want with practiced ease and fixes a smile to his face. “Y’know any other songs, Lt.? Closest I’ve been to a proper concert in ages.”

Ghost rolls his eyes but plucks out a few more notes before starting a new song in earnest. 

And the moment passes, like all these moments pass, because Ghost is Ghost and Soap is an expert at dealing with wanting things he’ll never have.

Soap tugs his knees to his chest, leans back against the sofa, closes his eyes, and lets the raspy acoustics wash over him.

He doesn’t realize he’s dozed off until he’s being woken up by Ghost pressing a mug of steaming soup into his hands.

“Eat this and get to bed,” Ghost says. Any vulnerability is gone, replaced by the Lieutenant’s gruff commands. “Long day tomorrow and I need you sharp.”

Soap knows the drill.

“Yes, sir,” he replies, stifling a yawn, and accepting the soup gratefully.

Soap’s sleep is as fitful and light as it always is in the field. 

But he dreams of music.

#ghost x soap #soap x ghost #soapghost #ghostsoap #simon riley #john mactavish #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #ghoap #cod #call of duty #my writing #mine #w: call of duty #w: drabble #w: ghostsoap

[lionlena]

Dancing With Your Ghost (JavierPeñaxghost!reader) Part VI

Summary: You are a ghost (sort of) and you don’t remember what  happened to you. You only know your name and you feel that something  bad has happened to you. The only person who sees you and hears you is  Javier, so you don’t leave him because you believe he’ll help you. That he will solve the mystery of what happened to you.

Warnigs: the reader is a ghost, mentions of death, angst,descriptions of severe wounds, blood, violence, attempted rape… And also sadness, anxiety, little smut but later

A/N: Title inspired by this song

Part VI

The thought of you not being dead was both reassuring and terrifying. Nothing really was resolved. You still couldn't remember who you were and what made you a ghost. And yet you couldn't shake the hope that you'd live again and maybe... You shook your head. No, it was just your fantasy. You looked at the sleeping Javier. You knew he would wake up soon, but you couldn't resist the temptation and crouched down by the bed, looking at his calm face. You lightly brushed your finger across his nose and he wrinkled it and purred something. You giggled softly and pulled away. You didn't want him to catch you doing this. You got lost in your thoughts again. Will Javier still be so close to you if you'll be alive? Will he let you touch him? You didn't believe Javier had feelings for you, but he said he only had you, so he must have liked you. He was attached to you, and you to him. Would having a body make a difference?

The alarm clock rang in the room and you jumped slightly. Javier let out a growl of displeasure, and you laughed. He gave you an offended look and covered his head with a pillow.

"Wake up sleepyhead," you said with a smile.

Javier was still wearing his jeans and shirt from the day before, so you knew the first thing he would do will be take a shower.

"I'll wait in the kitchen," you said and looked at him as he dragged himself out of bed.

Before you left you heard him mumbling, "Just remember you're not allowed to walk through the door... And don't turn on the radio or..."

"Okay," you groaned and rolled your eyes.

On the one hand, you really wanted to break this ban, because what could be so bad if you turn on the radio or TV? It was just a trick you've done countless times over the past two months. But on the other hand, curandera sounded really serious. So you didn't want to risk it. But it was so boring.

Fortunately, Javier showed up after half an hour, refreshed and dressed in a suit. He smiled at you and turned on the radio.

"I have to meet the ambassador today, but I'll try to get everything done quickly and be back before evening." You nodded your head and he continued. "I have a plan that might help us find your body, but I'll explain it to you when I get back."

You felt a surge of joy. Javier had a plan, but you groaned as you thought about the long hours alone. You bit your lip and asked, "Can I go with you?"

Javier gave you a sympathetic look and shook his head. "You know it's harder now. I can't open all the doors for you and wait for you to walk through them. They'd really think I'm crazy."

You nodded. You knew he was right, but you still felt sad.

"Hey." You looked at him as he caught your attention. "It'll pass. We'll find your body, you'll come back to life, and the first thing I'll do is take you on dancing."

Your eyes widened at his last words. It meant he wouldn't leave you when you were no longer a ghost. He still wanted to be with you. You smiled and nodded your head. He gave you something that made you feel you could survive all day.

"Turn the TV on for me before you leave," you said, even though you knew he would have done it anyway.

It was really hard to wait for him. Now that you couldn't act like a ghost anymore, all you had left was a bored existence. You walked around the apartment, looked out the window, occasionally sat on the couch, and watched TV.

Fortunately, Javier kept his word and returned to the apartment earlier than usual. Before you started asking him about the plan, he spread out a map of the city on the table and marked "X" with a red pen, saying, "So this is where I first saw you. Let's call it our starting point." You nodded. "I don't know if this will help us, but it's better to mark it. Now listen. Silvaria said you can't go far from your body, so I want to see how far you can go. We'll go on the city borders, and I mark points you can't pass, if I'm right, then we'll draw a circle in which you can move, and beyond..."

"In the center of this circle should be my body!" You cut him off when you understood his plan.

"Exactly. Assuming your body doesn't move around too much and there's one more thing." You looked at him carefully. "Do you feel anything when you're nearing the limit? I don't want to go back to the starting point every time."

"Yes, just before I disappear, I feel a tingling sensation in my fingers that spread all over my body and then I disappear."

Javier  Javier smiled and nodded. "Okay, so you'll tell me when you start to feel this, and we'll back off." You clapped your hands and ran towards the door. "Wait, I'll change into something more comfortable!"

You pouted a bit, but the truth was, you preferred him wearing his skinny jeans, shirts, and leather jacket. When he was ready, he took a map, a pen and of course opened all the doors for you. He didn't mind the strange look of the people, as he held open the passenger side door of the car. You just gave him a smile and took your seat.

For the next few hours you drove around the city and Javier would stop whenever you said, "Wait!" Then he would back up the car until the tingling in your fingers subsided, then he would mark a point on the map.

It was already late evening when you had almost 3/4 of a circle, although it wasn't quite a perfect circle. Javier and you just stood on the side road with the map spread out on the hood of the car. The neighborhood you were in seemed calm and there was no one around.

"Isn't that enough?" you asked while looking at the map.

"Should," he murmured. "But I'd rather make sure and have the whole thing."

"It's getting late," you whined.

He looked at you and laughed: "Oh, somebody needs a nap?"

You wanted to hit him on the shoulder. "You know it's not about..."

You broke off your sentence, as both of you heard a woman cry. Javier immediately pulled the gun from his belt and started running in the direction of the scream. Together with him, you ran into a narrow alley, where you saw a young woman being harassed by two boys. The girl looked still underage, her dress torn and her face bloody. One of the men was tugging at her hair and had his hand up with the clear intention of giving her another blow. The other held her legs.

Javier's blood boiled. Yes, he used the services of prostitutes and one-night stands, but he never forced one of them to do anything they didn't want. He pointed his gun at the men and shouted, "DEA, stay away from her!"

The men glared at him furiously, but slowly raised their hands up and backed away.

"Motherfuckers," Javier hissed, and you couldn't take your eyes off the terrified girl. If you could, you would run to her and assure her that everything would be fine soon.

And then several things happened at once. A third man appeared behind Javier, holding a rope in one hand (probably to tie the girl up) and a wine bottle in the other, which he used to hit Javier on the back of the head. You screamed to warn him, but it was too late. Javier stumbled forward and fired his gun, wounding one of the men who earlier had been holding the girl's legs. She jumped to her feet, screaming, and ran away.

The man who had hit Javier lunged at him, knocking him over and knocking the gun out of his hand.

You watched in horror as they both struggled and rolled on the ground trying to reach the weapon, and you couldn't do anything. Suddenly you heard a gunshot and for a brief moment you thought everything was fine, that Javier had regained control, but then you saw a bloodstain spread across his shirt near the hip. The man who attacked him got up and growled towards his companions: "Diego, take Mateo to a safe place and I will take care of this hero!"

Diego immediately complied with the order, and you watched in horror as a grimace of pain appeared on Javier's face and as he tried to stop the blood flowing from the wound with his hand.

It was a nightmare you wanted to wake up from. Tears streamed down your face and you felt so helpless and small.

Meanwhile, the man who shot Javier spat and snarled, "Fucking gringo, do you think you're better than us?"

Javier looked at the gun pointed at his head and wanted to laugh bitterly. He always thought he would die because of his past. That someone from Los Pepes would get him, or Escobar's sicario, maybe even someone from the Cali Cartel. Yet fate decided otherwise, and his only regret was, that You had to watch it. He didn't want it. He didn't want you to see his head turn to a bloody pulp. He looked at you sadly and whispered, "Don't look."

But you couldn't turn around and you couldn't leave him. You looked at an attacker and made your decision. You didn't even know how to possess him, but you followed your instincts. You entered the man's body and felt resistance. He fought you, but you had strong motivation. And after a while you succeeded, you took over the man's body. You threw the weapon far behind you in case you lost control of his body. Then you dropped to your knees and put your hands on Javier's wound to stop the bleeding. You hoped the girl Javier saved ran for help. You felt your hands go sticky and you nervously swallowed, you didn't want to look at the blood so you focused on Javi's face.

He blinked once, then twice, not believing what he was seeing. It was as if two images overlapped each other. He saw the man's face, but at the same time, he saw your face. But when you shouted "Help! Somebody helps me!!!", only your voice was heard. Then he realized what you did and tried to push your hands away.

"No," he groaned. "You can't..."

You shook your head and pressed your hands tighter against his wound. "I can't let you die," you whispered. "I... I lo..." You noticed his eyes slowly closing. "Javier, stay awake. Javi!" You took one hand away from his body and started stroking his cheek. "Wake up!" You raised your head and started screaming, "Help! Help! Help!"

You heard the sirens of the police car and closed your eyes, you felt your whole body tingle, but you had to stay. One moment, one more minute. For Javier.

*

"Y/N" he moaned.

It was the first thing out of his mouth before he opened his eyes. He felt a throbbing pain in his head and hip, but he didn't care. He just wanted to see you, hear you.

He felt someone's warm hand on his shoulder and for a split second thought it was you.

"Calm down boss" Chris's voice brutally brought him back to reality. "You're in the hospital. You were shot. You had a concussion and the bullet grazed your iliac artery, but luckily it missed all your vital organs. Doctors say you'll recover quickly."

He nodded and slowly looked around the hospital room. He saw Daniel sitting in an armchair, flowers on the table, and cards with greetings for getting well. Unfortunately, he didn't see you anywhere. He struggled to a sitting position and accepted the glass of water from Feistl.

"Did Y/N is your girlfriend, boss?" Chris asked.

"What?"

"You kept mumbling her name while you were semiconscious, but we didn't find anything in your medical records, so... Shall we call her?" Daniel replied.

Javier looked around the room again and swallowed. "No, she... She's far away." He closed his eyes for a moment, trying to remember the last moment. "How long have I been unconscious?"

"Two days," replied Chris.

Two days, enough time for you to find him. Unless you're stuck somewhere, or rather in someone.

"What about the guy who shot me?"

"He's some psycho. First, he was saving you, but then he suddenly went crazy again. He started yelling that you shouldn't interfere and... He wasn't pleasant at all."

Javier swallowed uneasily as he realized that you had left this man's body.

"What were you actually doing there?" Daniel asked. "We found a map on your car..."

"It doesn't matter anymore," he hissed and added. "Can you leave me?"

Both men obediently nodded and left his room. Javier took another careful look around the room. "Y/N" he whispered. "Are you here, baby?" He closed his eyes and took a shaky breath. "Come back to me."

*

I stay up all night

Tell myself I'm alright

Baby, you're just harder to see than most

I put the record on

Wait ’til I hear our song

Every night I'm dancing with your ghost

Every night I'm dancing with your ghost

Never got the chance

To say your last goodbye

I gotta move on

But it hurts to try

Sasha Sloan - Dancing With Your Ghost (cover by Denis Kalytovskyi)

A/N: Okay, I don't really like this chapter because I don't like to write action scenes and... Don't pay too much attention to the medical stuff. I'm not a doctor. I wanted Javier to be injured and unconscious, but I also want him to get back on his feet quickly, so... Screw medical science. And of course, the plot of Narcos season 3 has also been changed.

Part V

Part VII

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thank you for keeping us well fed 🙇‍♀️

i am here to COOK, im holding myself back by the scruff of my fuckin neck from writing a one shot or starting something else before i finish the next chapter, BUT, that being said, i’d love to answer some prompts about our favorite big buff men in the 141 if anyone has any ideas…

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PricexReader headcannon (Falling in love + getting together (pretty SFW)):

Your first day with the 141 is a blur. You’re jittery the whole time, leftover excitement from being recruited mixed with new butterflies about meeting everyone, proving yourself, solidifying your future. Meeting Captain Price is crystal clear in your mind, though. It felt like all the racing stopped when he greeted you, offering his hand to shake with kind eyes and a handsome smile.

You brush off your nerves at first, attributing your anxiety around the man to the fact that he’s your superior, a person to impress, a man the rest of your team admires, that you admire. It isn’t until you’re both trapped, mission gone wrong, surrounded by combatants and sure that you’re going to die that you finally admit to yourself that your need to impress this man ran deeper than him being your commander.

As soon as you manage to pry open your mouth, taking a deep breath in to make a death-bed confession, your radio’s buzzing to life, Ghost on comms with a plan and an extraction team.

You push the feelings deep, deep down, ignoring just how the butterflies in your stomach fly lower whenever Price is in the room, almost pulsating whenever he leans down to tell you something, gruff voice tickling your ear.

Price falls second, but he falls hard. Tumbling into the Grand Canyon hard, busting his nose on the way down hard. He likes the new recruit. Hell, he chose you himself. But that’s what you were, a recruit, someone for him to lead, to direct. Sure, he’s happy that you fit into the team so well, can play along with Soap’s antics and sit quietly with Simon, but he never gets close. Tries not to, especially since there’s a twinge in his chest every time you look up at him with those honest eyes, beautiful and pure and shining at him like diamonds.

It on a particularly bad mission—one of those that he’s sure he’s not making it out of—that it hits him. You’re both hunkered down, hiding from combatants in an abandoned building, curled tight against a wall to ensure there were no sightlines from the many windows in the room. It’s one moment that changes it all. He looks down at you, his brave little soldier, and you meet his eyes with nothing but resolve and determination and he deliriously thinks that you look like an angel.

That’s all it takes for him to get stuck on you, every meeting, every mission, every single goddam waking moment he finds his eyes trailing after you, finds himself leaning too close, lingering too long. He can’t get you out of his head and its driving him crazy.

You finally get together on a good night. A celebration, one successful mission after disappointment after disappointment, a mission that goes good enough that it has Soap opening the meager liquor cabinet on base. You don’t drink too much, but you can feel your cheeks heating up, the ends of your sentences slurring a bit. Its good, you’re happy here, with these men you’ve found a family in. Price is drinking too, you notice, and you can’t help but feel like his eyes are trained on you the whole night. You feel them when Ghost pats you on the shoulder, when Gaz slings his arm around your waste, when you and Soap dance around the sparse room to an upbeat song blasting out of his phone.

You can feel yourself drifting off as you all talk late into the night, finally announcing that you’re heading to bed well past dark. To your surprise, Price’s voice startles you, coming from right over your shoulder, an offer to walk you to your room. ‘Just to make sure you make it,’ he jokes. You give him a shy smile, somehow still unable to banish the giddy feeling that you always get in your chest when he’s around. You both make smalltalk as you walk through the familiar corridors, but he doesn’t turn around once you reach your door. He continues the conversation, slowly moving into your space, towering over you as you press yourself back into the wall.

You cant stop your eyes from flicking down to his lips, not missing the smirk that spreads as he clocks the motion. Maybe, just maybe, you didn’t have to ignore the yearning you feel almost every day, maybe… if you just take a chance…

His eyes widen in surprise as your fingers wrap around his dog tags, pulling him down to you with a coy look. There’s a second of indecision, a moment of pause where you think, terrifyingly, that he may back up, move out of your space, and then he’s sliding your lips together, groaning into your mouth as you fumble with the door handle behind you.

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Sicktember - day 1

1 - Hopelessly bad at self care

Whumpee sat at their desk, running their hands through their hair. They had been sitting at their computer all day, trying to write this damn report and it was taking forever. They stood to get their 7th, maybe 8th cup of coffee that day and shuffled from their office. The main office was dark and empty, the only sound being a quiet buzz of electronics.

“Oh…” They muttered, walking over to the coffee machine. They hadn’t realised they had been working so late. Glancing at their watch they sighed.

9:42 pm

“Eugh… Hope this is enough to get me home…” They muttered, watching the cheap, burnt coffee dribble out of the machine at a pitiful pace. When it finally spirted the final dregs of the drink into Whumpee’s mug with a splutter, Whumpee grabbed the handle and chugged it. The liquid was hot enough to burn their tongue for half a second, but by the time they finished it, it was ice cold. “Ugh… that was bad…” They muttered, leaving their mug by the sink. They would wash it first thing tomorrow, if one of the night cleaners wasn’t feeling overly generous.

Walking back to their office, they tucked a strand of hair from their eyes and grabbed their jacket. Winter was setting in soon and it was starting to get colder at night.

They grabbed their things, leaving their office and locking up and walking down the hallway, their shoes clicking on the linoleum floor. A cleaner nodded as they walked past, and Whumpee smiled tiredly at them. “Long night?” The cleaner asked, Whumpee turning and sighing. “Yeah… And I have to drive home now… Hey, at least there won’t be as much traffic!” They joked half heartedly, the cleaner laughing before continuing to walk.

Whumpee made it outside, the cold air making their breath become a cloud as they walked. The streetlights illuminated the foot path in an amber light as they walked around to the staff car park. Going down into the down stairs into the underground, they walked through the echoing, grey car park, going to the only car left parked neatly between the lines and hopped in. As they left they yawned, turning on the radio in an effort to keep them awake. A generic girly pop song filled the car as they drove through the mostly empty streets, with the exception of an ambulance driving the other way, sirens wailing and a few taxis and cars.

~~

When they got to their apartment, they walked inside, sighing as they shut the door with a gentle thud. Partner looked up from the couch nearby, watching a TV on low volume, playing some rom-com. “You’re back! I was starting to get worried.” They walked over to Whumpee and put their hands on their shoulders, holding Whumpee at arms length. “You look tired, did you want some dinner?” Whumpee nodded their head as Partner kissed them softly, before going to the kitchen.

Whumpee collapsed onto the couch, already dozing off when Partner placed a small plate of food in front of them. It smelled amazing. “Don’t spill it on my couch, maybe come eat in the kitchen.” They said, guiding Whumpee to the island bench with a couple of stools in front of it. They slid Whumpee’s jacket off them as Whumpee hunched over their food, eating slowly. Partners hands gently brushed Whumpee’s shoulders, massaging them slowly.

“You’re tense, maybe you should work from home tomorrow. If you keep coming home late like this you’ll get burnt out and sick.” Whumpee grunted in reply, their mouth full of food. When they swallowed, they spoke, their voice tired and gravelly from the copious amounts of coffee. “Mphf, I know, but I have to get this report done soon or my life will get a hell of a lot worse. There’s a promotion on the line too, I just… I need this…” Partner scoffed, their thumbs pushing into Whumpee’s aching muscles slightly more painfully. Whumpee winced. “Sorry…” Partner murmured before continuing.

“You’ll be a hell of a lot more useful with restful sleep and a day off, you know.” Their hands began to rub Whumpee’s back, and they leaned into the touch. “Mmm… I know… But it’s just for a little bit… Then it’ll be back to normal…” Partner scoffed again, “That’s what you said months ago. Yet, here we are, still doing the same thing as always. You drive yourself into the ground and then can’t get back up. You know this isn’t sustainable, I just don’t want you getting hurt.”

Whumpee sighed as Partner wrapped their arms around Whumpee’s neck, cuddling them gently. Whumpee leaned into them humming. “I’m sorry…” They mumbled, smiling as Partner nuzzled their neck. “You deserve better than this.” Partner looked up and cradled Whumpee’s face. “Whumpee, I love you. I don’t care about anything else, I just want you to be happy.” They kissed Whumpee deeply, Whumpee melting at their touch. “I love you too…” They mumbled, smiling at their lover’s face.

“Your breath stinks like coffee.” They retorted, pecking Whumpee on the nose and grabbing their empty plate. “You go get ready for bed, I’ll clean this up.” They smiled as Whumpee eased off the stool and walked into their bathroom. They had a quick, brisk shower and brushed their coffee stained teeth with a tired, heavy arm. When they got to their bedroom, Partner was already there, having just finished changing into their pyjamas.

Whumpee changed into their own, before sliding into bed beside Partner, wrapping them up in a hug. “You’re being the big spoon tonight?” They teased, snuggling into Whumpee’s chest. Whumpee hummed, smiling as they squeezed Partner tight, pulling them closer and kissing the top of their head, feeling Partner’s arms snake around their waist. “You’re always the big spoon it’s my turn…” They mumbled sleepily, breathing in the scent of Partner’s shampoo.

Partner melted in Whumpee’s arms as they both fell asleep, or at least tried too. Whumpee stayed holding Partner, listening to their breaths, feeling them tickle their chest as they lay there. Despite being so tired, they were too wired to actually fall asleep. They sighed, letting go of Partner as they wiggled free of Whumpee's arms. Whumpee rolled over and grabbing some blanket before Partner could sleepily hog it all.

At some point, Partner’s arm slid around Whumpee’s waist as Partner smooshed their face between Whumpee’s shoulder blades and sighed. Whumpee chuckled at how cute it was, their mind finally growing tired enough to actually sleep.

~~

They awoke with a start, shooting up in bed and staring at their watch. “Shit…” They groaned, sliding out of bed and trying to stand. The world swayed as they staggered, falling back onto the bed. Partner peeked their head in around the door. “Ah, you woke up!” They said, sounding bright and cheery, obviously well rested.

Whumpee moaned dejectedly, standing up again and looking around for something to wear. “I can’t believe I slept in… I thought I had an alarm…” They looked at their bedside table, where they charged their phone every night. It wasn’t there, only the cord peeking over the edge of the table. They were two hours late for work. “Looking for this?” Partner asked, holding up their phone. Whumpee gasped, lunging for it, only for Partner to twirl out of the way. “Nah-uh, you can’t have it.” Whumpee sighed, already exasperated. “Partner please, don’t do this now, not today… Fuck, my boss is gonna kill me… How did you even get that?” They asked, making another grab for the phone in Partner’s hand.

“It was in your jacket pocket, woke me up going off at 5 am. I turned it off and went back to sleep.”

Whumpee’s jaw dropped, their mind trying to comprehend what had just happened. “You… turned it off… and went back to sleep…” Partner smiled brightly, nodding. “Mhmm.” Whumpee shook their head, shoulders falling, “You’re serious… Fuck…” They ran their hand through their hair, turning back around and racing to their closet, ripping it open and grabbing the first thing they saw, ripping of their pyjama shirt. As they were half way through wrestling the new shirt on, Partner walked in and looked them up and down. “Don’t bother.” They spoke flatly, handing Whumpee their phone.

“I called in for you, said you were sick and needed a day off, some winter cold thing.” Whumpee peeked over the collar of their shirt, arms still halfway though the sleeves. “You… what…?” They asked stunned.

“Your boss was fine with it, in fact they said you deserved a rest, all the extra work you’ve been doing.” Partner grinned, pulling Whumpee out of their shirt and guiding them back to bed. “But I’m not sick…” Whumpee whined, trying to get out of Partner’s grip. “You have a temperature.” Partner retorted. “I do not have a temp-”

Partner pulled out a thermometer from their pocket and stuck it in Whumpee’s mouth. Whumpee mumbled in protest, but Partner held it firm until the little machine beeped. Pulling it out, Partner showed it to them. “39 degrees Celcius. That’s 102 Fahrenheit of you want to argue.”

They put the thermometer on the bedside table and pushed Whumpee back onto the bed. “Now get some rest, I’ll make you some tea.” They walked over to Whumpee’s pyjama shirt, picking it up and throwing it at them. “Oh and put that back on, you’ll catch a chill.” They smirked, leaving the room. Whumpee stared the the shirt in their lap, “But I feel fine?” They muttered, sighing as they pulled the shirt back over their head and lay back down. Now that they were thinking about it, they did feel a bit jittery and their throat felt a bit dry, but they had assumed it was all the coffee they had been drinking.

Partner walked back in with a tray, a cup of tea and some plain toast on a plate, Whumpee sat up and swung their legs over the side of the bed, subtly trying to show that they were infact, fine. “I didn’t know what you wanted on it, so I just brought the toast.” They said.

Placing the tray on the bedside table, moving some of the stuff on it away so it could fit, Partner smiled softly. They sighed, wrapping their arms around Whumpee’s head and gently holding it against their stomach. Their fingers slowly trailed through Whumpee’s hair and they leaned into Partner, their eyes closing. “I have to go to work now, but you take it easy, okay. Try not to get out of bed unless you have to. Maybe put on a movie or something? Just try to have a quiet day, no working.” They spoke softly, but Whumpee knew it was a veiled threat.

Not that that would stop them.

Partner kissed their forehead, before dragging their thumb across Whumpee’s cheek, looking at their other half.

“I love you, be good.” They whispered, pecking Whumpee on the nose. “And try to eat something, 'kay?” They said as they slipped out the bedroom door and out of the apartment. Whumpee waited until they heard the apartment door close, before half heartedly grabbing the now cold toast and nibbling on it. They didnt feel that hungry, but they forced themself to sip the lukewarm tea. It didn’t really help their throat feel any better.

Groaning as they eased themself out of bed, their body swaying as their head began to ache. They still could work, just from home, like Partner had said. They searched the apartment top to bottom, looking for their laptop that they could have sworn they left charging somewhere. They considered calling Partner, but every second they searched, they began to suspect Partner had just hidden it. Opening a drawer, they finally found it, tucked away under a book.

Dragging themself back to bed, Whumpee shuddered, feeling a cold chill wash over them suddenly. Sliding under the covers, they sniffled, feeling a large wad of goo dislodge from the back of their nose and drip down the back of their throat. They coughed it up, their head aching even more as the goo came flying out of their mouth and into their hand.

They sighed, getting up again and going to the bathroom. Washing their hand, a coughing fit overcame them, forcing them to their knees. They coughed and wheezed until they couldn’t breathe, spots appearing in their vision. They gasped and gagged, chest heaving. The next thing they knew, they were waking up on the floor, gasping for breath. Pulling themself up, they ran the water in the bathroom sink and drank from it, trying to clear their throat. It hurt to drink, to swallow… to breathe… but they needed this water…

Crawling back to bed they decided to sit and work on their stuff. Logging into their laptop, they pulled up their work and stared at the words. Their eyes drifted around the screen, getting jumbled and confused. Whumpee forced themself to push through, deciding to get up and make a coffee when they finished this paragraph. They started to feel worse and worse, their head spinning and mind melting as they tried to type, but they words wouldn’t come out… their fingers couldn’t move… something was buzzing in their ear…?

Turning their head, they saw their phone ringing. A name was at the top of the screen:

Partner

Reaching over to grab it, they couldn’t stop their hand shaking. Managing to lift the heavy phone, Whumpee leaned back against the headboard of the bed, sighing as they answered. “Mmmn… hey…”

Partner was silent on the other end for a moment, before their voice came through, sweet like honey as always. “Hey… How you feeling?” They sounded sympathetic, the sound of their voice made Whumpee suddenly want to cry. “I’m fine…mmh…” They moaned a little as a wave of nausea slammed them. “You don’t sound fine. Should I come home?” Whumpee suddenly jerked, sitting up straight. “No, no, you don’t have do that! Just… maybe… bring some throat lozenges home this afternoon…” They cleared their throat and tried to sound less sick.

“Have you been doing work?” Partner suddenly asked, accusingly. “What? No…” Whumpee mumbled, attempting to cover their ass.

“Whumpeeeeee?”

Whumpee sighed, there was no hiding it from Partner. “Ugh… only a little. Just… typing my re… typ…ing my… nghhhnn…” Whumpee shuddered, suddenly overcome with chills. “Whumpee? You okay?” Partner’s scared voice came through the phone, as Whumpee looked up, realising they had slumped sideways across the bed. “I’m… fine…” They mumbled looking in the sheets for the phone. It wasn’t in the sheets, instead it was on the floor, they must have dropped it, but they didn’t remember. “Whumpee?” Partner was in a panic now. “Hey, hey it’s okay… I just dropped my phone, that’s all. Couldn’t find it…” Whumpee coughed pathetically, listening to Partner sigh with relief.

“Oh, thank goodness… Whumpee what happened your words started slurring and you went silent for a minute.” There was weird background noise in the call now. “I just… I don’t know, dropped my phone?” Partner was silent again. “Whumpee, did you pass out?” Their voice was serious. “No…” Whumpee lied, or at least, they couldn’t be sure they had.

“What’s that sound? Are you… Are you driving?” Partner was silent again, the faint sound of clicking in the background. “Mhmm, I’m coming home, okay? You worried me when you went silent, so I told my boss it was an emergency and took the rest of the day off.” Whumpee’s heart sank. “No, Partner… you didn’t have have to do that for me… I’m fine really.” Partner sounded frustrated now, like they were holding back tears. “Oh, and is passing out fine?”

Whumpee blinked, not understanding the question. “I… I…” Words were lost on them again as they watched the world blur. “Hold tight, I’m almost home okay.” Partner hung up, leaving Whumpee alone again. They didn’t have the energy to work anymore, so they snuggled back down and tried to sleep.

~~

They were awoken to Partner shaking them. “Hey, I’m back.” They smiled, looking at Whumpee as they rolled over to look at them. “Mmmm…” Was all Whumpee could manage to reply. “You’re really under the weather… Maybe I should take you to hospital.” Partner said, concern knotting their brow as they felt Whumpee’s forehead. “Mmnhh, no… please…” Whumpee tried to shake their head. “I’m fine. I just need a minute, then I’ll chill out on the sofa with some food, coffee and a couple blankets and get some more work done… Then I can rest for the rest of the day…” They sighed, pushing themself up. They felt a bit better after the rest, but they still had no energy. That wasn’t something another coffee wouldn’t fix.

“Uh, no, you’re not doing anymore work.” Partner said, grabbing Whumpee’s laptop and walking away with it. “You can have a rest on the couch, but you are not working. Do anything else, I don’t care, but you need a break. Look at you, Whumpee, the reason you’re so sick is that you’ve been pushing yourself too much.” Whumpee sighed, grabbing their phone and getting up from bed. “Okay, no work… Why don’t you make me a spot on the couch and I’ll watch a movie.”

Partner seemed satisfied with that, and they helped get Whumpee comfy on the couch, bringing them some water and ibuprofen. Whumpee waited for them to get busy with other things before they pulled out their phone. If they could just finish writing this report…

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“Whatcya watching?” Partner leaned over the couch, kissing Whumpee’s cheek.

“Action movie.”

Partner nuzzled Whumpee’s face, “Hmm, which one?” Whumpee pulled back, “Get off, I don’t want you getting sick too.”

Partner hummed, running their finger’s through Whumpee’s hair. “Don’t change the subject…” They murmured dangerously as Whumpee let their head fall back against the couch arm. Their hands lowered as they melted at the sensation, their one weakness.

“Nnnhh.. Partner…” They murmured, eyes closing in bliss. They felt the phone leave their hands. Snapping their eyes open, they turned around, looking at Partner with a scowl. “Hey! I was using that!” They tried to yell, but their voice cracked and they croaked instead. “Yeah, using it to do work. Fuck, Whumpee learn to have a break.”

Whumpee sighed, reaching for the phone, but Partner lifted it above their head. “No. No more work. You’re just gonna make yourself sicker. You need a self care day, my love.” Partner pocketed the phone and walked away, coming back with some warm soup. “Eat. Then you and me are gonna have a self care day. You’re stressing me out, Whumpee.”

Whumpee rolled their eyes, turning and staring at a building explode on the TV.

A guy was running through a hallway trying to escape the approaching fireball. He threw himself to the ground just in time, the flames roaring over his body as he pressed himself into the dirt.

Partner came back and grabbed Whumpee’s hand. “Come on.” They led Whumpee into the bathroom, which was full of steam. “Hop in.” Partner pointed at the bath, full of water. “Mh… Do I have to…?” Whumpee looked at Partner, with a tired smile. The gesture was really sweet, but they really didn’t feel like having a bath at that moment. All they could think about was the precious time slipping away. Time that could be used to hand write this report if they had to.

Partner shook their head, going over to Whumpee and wrapping them in a hug. “Come on, just try... For me.” Whumpee sighed. “Fine.” They slid out of their clothes and lowered themself into the bath. They did have to admit, it was nice being submerged in the hot water. They felt a little less achy and congested.

Partner gently wet their hair and began to wash it, careful not to splash Whumpee’s face. Whumpee’s eyes slid shut as Partner massaged their scalp, the sounds of the water sloshing quietly filling their mind. They moaned contentedly, body relaxing as Partner worked the shampoo through their hair, jerked slightly when water was poured over their scalp. They must have fallen asleep. “Oh, sorry, did I wake you?” Partner murmured.

“Mh-mmn…” Whumpee tried to deny but Partner just laughed, shaking their head as Whumpee peeled their eyes open. They helped Whumpee out of the bath and left them to dry off, bringing them some fresh clothes. Then they took them back to the couch and lay them down, rubbing their back slowly.

Whumpee was so caught up in the sensation sending pleasant tingles down their spine that they had soon forgotten all thoughts of work. Their body relaxed as Partner’s hands massaged their back, the tension and stress finally leaving their body. “See.” Partner whispered, kissing Whumpee’s ear. “You just need a break, just until you’re better. Then you can work on your stupid report.”

Whumpee moaned in reply, too tired to actually form words.

Wumpee’s thoughts were far from their report as they drifted off to the best sleep they had had in weeks... months even, Partner’s hands working their gentle magic on their back.

When they awoke, they genuinely felt better, more… awake. Partner noticed, walking over and wrapping them in a hug. “Have a nice sleep?” Whumpee nodded, yawning. “How long was I out…” They still sounded congested as they coughed a little. “Mmmm, ages, you slept all afternoon. Want any dinner?”

Whumpee looked up at their love from the couch, who smiled gently. “Okay… just a little bit though… Then… can we have a movie night?”

Partner beamed, Whumpee had been promising to do a movie night for ages, but they were always getting home late. They felt bad about it, but seeing Partner’s face now… tears welled up in their eyes, “Oh my god… I’ve been suck jerk…” They groaned, everything coming crashing down on them. Partner looked concerned as Whumpee sat up, putting their head in their hands. “I’m such an idiot… This stupid report… what was I thinking? I'm so, so, so, so sorry Partner... I just... argh, I'm so stupid!” They cried, voice croaking as they looked up at Partner, tears streaming down their face.

Partner brushed them away and kissed Whumpee’s forehead. “It’s okay, my love. I know this report is important to you, but you know, you’re more important to me.” Whumpee shook their head. “No, I… it’s not okay. I ditched you over and over for work and… for what?”

Partner pouted. “I don’t know. But you’re here now. This... is all signs your body is giving you to tell you you need a break.” Whumpee nodded as Partner held them tight, stroking the back of their head.

“You can still make up for lost time you know…”

They ate dinner on the couch, before Whumpee picked a movie. They lay their head in Partner’s lap, smiling as Partner's fingers trailed through their hair, watching the movie dance before their eyes.

It felt so good, to just be, with them. The world didn't feel like it was moving so fast in that moment. In fact, it felt like everything else had stopped, and it was just the two of them.

Whumpee sighed, they never wanted this to end, and deep down, they knew it wouldn’t. They would be better.

For Partner.

~masterlist~

#whump #sickfic #whumpee #soft caretaker #caretaker #sicktember 2023 #snaillamp #original post #whump writing #whumpblr #ive been so smashed with assignments ive only managed to get around to posting nowww :( #im gonna be so late to this party but hey what else is new #what??? snail??? behind schedule again??? never.... #lmao kill me these assessments are draining my braaaaain

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it starts with us | teaser

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idol! han jisung x youtuber! reader

genre: angst, past lovers, forbidden love, fluff

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young han jisung had two dreams in life: marry her and make sick music. 5 years goes quick as an idol and he’d finally found a way to forget about her until fans start finding old videos of him and some girl.

next trip home has him realising his old box room isn’t how he remembered it and suddenly she’s back in his life just as quick as she left. but this time it was all so different.

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the brush lightly grazed jisung face, he scrunched his nose as it tickled along the bri he and back down the other side of his cheek. painting them a shade of pink. in reality the makeup was doing nothing and much rather the blush had come more naturally as he sat watching her lean over him. his hands were tucked his lap but sometimes would poke out to touch her leg making her jolt and smudge the product she was using. jisung liked teasing her, seeing the annoyed expression take over her face as he ruined her concentration. he was just messing around she wouldn’t stay like that for too long. nothing a cuddle couldn’t fix.

“could you atleast try to stay still?” he pouted as she sat back on her feet. he smiled looking at her serious face. jisung titled his head to the side as he watched her sigh and pick up another brush. “please?”

it wasn’t the same. the brushes didn’t tickled him like hers did. they went pink or sparkly like hers just boring black. they didn’t do glamours looks like she did, just simple looks that made him look naturally flawless. when the makeup artist asked for him to do something he obeyed. he didn’t tease back or make a comment about he could have done a better job.

he kept his head tilted on the back of the chair the makeup artist filled in his lips with a pinkish colour basically identical to his lip colour. changbin could be heard coming into the room, chewing a small cake while singing some song that had been on the radio on the way to the building the show was being held at. he came up behind jisung stroking his hair with his free hand and seemingly singing to jisung waiting for him to join in.

it reminded him of how she would stroke his head when he was about to leave the house. his lip stuck out abit as she would run her fingers through his natural dark hair.

she’d always make sure every strand of his hair was in the correct place, not a single stood. even when jisung was in swag era. either swooped to the left or flattened on his forehead she styled it on which ever looked better that day, all he had to do was brush it.

changbin looked down at his friend noticing his lack of participation in the song he’d be so happily covering. he poked him checking to see he’d not fallen asleep in the chair but when jisung opened his eyes slightly but still didn’t join in, he knew something was wrong.

changbin knew something was up with the way he wasn’t being loud and singing with his full chest, or being the first to sneak one of felixs donuts or how he’d been opening his phone every two seconds.

“who are you texting that’s got you so jumpy?” changbin asked leaning on the chair as he finished his cake.

jisung sat back up checking his phone for what felt like the hundredth time since he’d sent that message.

turning his phone over and looking back to changbin.

“no one, just something with the company.”

his friend frowned back sassily sticking out his hips as if he was looking for the hot details on what jisung meant. but he kept quiet looking down to his lap and tucking his hands together.

there was no hot details, just a sad pathetic feeling jisung who had realised he had changed as much as he thought he did.

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take down the old videos

the words were bold and looking straight to her. so simply put yet y/n couldn’t wrap her head around what she’d been sent.

how had jisung been allowed to text her? for all she knew she thought he didn’t even still have her number or remember her name. and why did he want them videos take down? why did han jisung care about some videos he made when he was 16? and how did even remember them? y/n had forgotten about them until this morning when she’d been reminded from his text. they weren’t doing any harm right, just sat on youtube for anyone to see. just some old videos of an idol and his ex girlfriend.

maybe this was worse that she thought.

thoughts ran through her head as she watched isla look at the message then to her. maybe jisungs company had found out about their secret trainee relationship years ago and where threatening to ruin his career if she didn’t take down the videos. isla put the phone down and grabbed her cup of tea pushing her feet under herself. she sighed. “and he just sent it?”

y/n nodded. “i got it this morning. there’s no context. i don’t know why he wants me to i mean they are just harmless videos.” she stopped for a moment as her thoughts kept running. “or maybe somethings happened and it’s all my fault. i mean the videos were kinda personal.”

isla looked at her with sympathy. it wasn’t every day your famous ex boyfriend who you haven’t spoken to for years abruptly texts you. “listen y/n, stop worrying. he’s probably just embarrassed of his teenage self. we all get embarrassed of the past. and with him now being an idol he probably just wants to keep his past more private. especially you, you meant a lot to him.” isla paused taking y/n’s hand with hers. “i know jisung and he’d never randomly dump something serious on you.”

that night y/n stayed awake thinking of him. it resort to finding videos of him online. he looked so different yet so similar at the same time. his dance had improved since she’d last seen him practice yet his rap was as good as the day he’d first showed her.

there was so many video fans had posted: from concerts, fanmeets, award shows, red carpets.

he seemed to have grown in popularity and gained a huge fan base in the past five years. it scared y/n slightly, this was the same jisung who had been so scared to perform in front of 10 people during evaluation. she could only wonder how he was feeling now.

she thought back to the text, why now? why now he wanted her to take down the videos? he could have said this years ago when he first debut maybe they’d had better luck at staying in touch. she’d moved back to her home town five months into his debut, and even though she’d see his mother around every once in a while she never stop to chat. it was if her and jisung never were.

never were the couple who his mentors asked ‘where’s your friend?’

never the couple her friends were dying to see pictures of because he didn’t go to their school.

never the couple channie introduced randomly on a tuesday afternoon after she’d followed him to the studio after school

never the couple who had their first kiss behind a tree because he was scared of being teased by his friends

never the couple who made youtube videos in his room late at night.

what was she thinking ofcourse her and jisung had been together, longest relationship she’d been in never finding comfort in anyone else after he left. and she hoped he could say the same. the fact she was so tied up over jisung tonight scared her. she was long over him and the last thing she needed was having him in the back of her mind once again.

nothing stopped her though as she typed away at the search bar ‘han jisung girlfriend’ cringing and she hit search. it was out of curiosity but she hoped she wouldn’t find any videos of jisung with another girl. there wasn’t alot just a few fan video of his ideal type which were butchered to fit the person who uploaded them and videos of jisung pretending fans were his girlfriend. the more y/n scrolled the more she calmed down. of course jisung was single. she remembered how nervous he’d been just asking her out. continuously scrolling she found herself looking at a thumbnail she recognised. it was from one of their videos, they were around early 16 jisung was still in his hip hop era and she wasn’t looking her best either with space buns and way too much blush. but she just remembers how long they took to put in and the compliment she got off jisung when she arrived to his house later that day.

stray kids han predebut girlfriend? the titled read.

she thought for a moment.

videos. text. famous. fans.

she had han jisungs whole career in her hands.

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dancing in the dark

Supercorptober Day 12 “evening”

thanks to kmsdraws for the prompts

Lena falls in and out of love with dancing and Kara 

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A lot of people would assume that Lena Luthor learned to dance from years of ballet lessons and forced dance recitals. But the truth is Lena learned to dance just before she turned four, perched barefoot on her mother's shoes. The music from an old radio softened by old oak floors and Irish summer winds, the two of them laughing and spinning as they twirled around the room until one of them finally fell down. Her mother died 10 months later. She didn't like to dance much after that. But, there are moments she almost does again. In the middle of her dorm room, her hands shaking to bad music and the feeling of her first kiss. With Jack in the garage behind his parent's house, drunk on cheap beer at two am, tired and simply wanting to share the world with someone else. But it was never something she thought about. Never something she thought she missed. Not until she met Kara Danvers.

Lena meets Kara, and Kara is always dancing. Even when she's just walking down the street or standing in her kitchen, she seems to be moving to some unheard rhythm. Later Lena will learn Kara likes to tune in and out of different songs, sometimes miles away. She will joke that Kara is like a broken AM/FM car radio but will also love her just a little bit more for it. But before all of that, Lena is still she is hesitant, still careful. With her heart, with her memories, with all of her.

So when Kara asks her to dance for the first time, she says no. The evening getting late, the usual pleasantries she'd had to handle during the gala were anything but. But Kara just gives her a small smile and gentle hug and says, "well, maybe some other time then." Like it's only an inevitability.

And it is.

The more crowded the room they find themselves in, the more they seem to find each other. Sometimes long enough to share an actual conversation. Sometimes long enough for Kara to make her laugh. But always just long enough for her to ask for a dance. It becomes their thing. Lena would find herself waiting for those moments. The evening would start getting late. The music would start getting slower, and she would look for Kara. And every time, she would find her one last time. And eventually, she found herself saying yes, reaching for Kara's hand before she could think about it anymore.

She felt clumsy at first. Awkward in a way that made her want to give up and go home. But Kara was patient with her. Asking permission with subtle movements if she could pull her just a little closer. Asking with a smile if it was okay to spin her just a little. She felt heavier and lighter all at once. She felt like laughing. She and Kara had become closer in the time they'd known each other, but it was different from knowing her like this. To feel her heartbeat as she steadies herself with a hand against her chest, to feel her breath brush past her ear as she dips her head to catch her own. Eventually, the music stops and they are left standing there together.

Lena begins to save a dance for Kara just in case she asks. 

She always does.

Until they fall apart.

Then there are no more galas.

No more evenings together.

No more waiting hands.

Until they find a way back together.

And then it becomes a way for them to move forward.

Evenings become afternoons that become mornings.

They dance in the middle of the day to a song Kara couldn't get out of her head. To music playing softly through Kara's living room after their first date when they aren't ready to go home yet. They move pressed together in the shower when the need to be close is too hard to ignore, Kara's gentle humming keeping time with the steady fall of water and their beating hearts. They stand on Lena's balcony, arms wrapping around each other as the distant sounds of the world outside come up from beneath them. And every time she feels that thing, you feel when you know you've fallen in love.

It becomes their way of moving through the world.

But it isn't until a late fall evening on a small street in Ireland a half a mile from where she used to dance with her mother that Kara suddenly stops in front of her, eyes wide and bright in the low light and hands fumbling just a little when they reach into the pocket of her dark wool coat when Lena finally gets to say yes to spending the rest of her life dancing with Kara Zor-El Danvers.

#supergirl #supercorp #supercorptober2022 #supercorptober #thanks for sticking with me #trying to get better writing all these soft fluffy feelings haha

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Hi I really like your work I was wondering in you could write a one shot with an Eddie Munson x F Reader where both of them have been friends for a while and things started to change between them (sexually) the reader begins to fall in love with Eddie and the reader sees Eddie flirting with Chrissy and brushes is off. Eddie and the reader meet up at his trailer and one thing turns to another and while they are having sex Eddie moans another girls name (like Chrissy) and she gets really upset (could it possibly be and angst 🙂)

I really enjoyed your last Eddie Munson fic I was hoping that you could write this one I understand if you can’t have a good day :) ❤️

Summary: There's a secret that Eddie holds close so people don't bully him more, so when his best friend offers to help him out with it, he can't decline. Only an idiot would do that.

Additional Tags: Friends to Lovers, Friends With Benefits, Idiots in Love, Jealousy, Fluff and Smut, Fluff and Angst

Song Recommendation: It's The Same Old Song by The Four Tops

Stranger Things, Eddie Munson Masterlist - here

ps. another long one lads

A whole two weeks. For two whole weeks Eddie arrived at school on time. It was a record. From Monday to the following Friday, he hadn't been late or overslept at all. Not once.

Why? Well, it wasn't out of a new sense of hope in the education system. Or a sudden need for academic success. This change came about like most changes in male behaviour: a girl. Y/N's car was in the shop getting fixed up, so Eddie jumped at the chance to be her chauffeur. She didn't even ask. He insisted.

"I'm your best friend! Let me do best friend things," he declared as they walked to the parking lot at the end of school on the Friday before his record. He held out his pinky and reached it out towards her, claiming, "I pinky promise that I won't be late."

"We live on opposite sides of town. I'll just walk. It's super easy. I've been doing it since I was a tot."

"You'll have to walk in the same direction as Cooper. We both know how much you love all of his flirting."

Giving in, Y/N hooked their pinkies and shook on it. With a chuckle, she teased, "Jesus, Ed, you just want to hover a favour over my head, don't you?"

"Yeah."

"What favour do you want?"

"Haven't thought of it yet," he lied with a wink. They reached their respective cars and turned their radios on - both were tuned into the same station so the sounds of ACDC could be heard by all they passed by on the way home.

Without fail, Eddie was on time every morning with a (slightly grumpy) sleepy smile on his face as he pulled up on her drive. In the moments before he saw her, he would be totally confused why he agreed to this. He was not a morning person. Never had been, never will be.

Then he'd catch a glimpse of her coming out of her front door and, boom, that's why he did it. He'd watch her climb into her car, his heart fluttering as her hair blew in the wind, and for a moment, he'd get all warm and fuzzy on the inside.

Sure, he pretended it was a 'favour'. But, deep down, he had to admit, he loved it. He loved being able to pick her up and being the first person she saw every day. It made him feel more special than he could explain. She was that special. She was the one, he was sure of it. She was the be all and end all.

Honestly, it wasn't that much more time. Maybe half an hour every day. More if there was traffic. But, Eddie would take it. Any more time to spend with Y/N, he would take.

She opened the passenger door and hopped in, exclaiming, "Hi, loser."

Now, he didn't know why - it could've been that he hadn't fully woken up yet so he didn't have the restraint to stop himself - but he let the words, "Mornin', beautiful," past his lips.

There was no denying how warm her cheeks had gotten as she blushed. She whipped her head around and gave him a shy smile. "Wow, you really do know how to wake a girl up," she joked, trying to hide how bashful his comment had made her.

He reached his hand out and grabbed the steering wheel, pretending to concentrate on getting off her drive and onto the road. He wasn't. That's definitely not where his mind was. He was thinking about how fast his heart was beating, how it felt to have made her blush.

Because despite how she tried to conceal that beautiful sprinkling of pink across her face, he obviously noticed and made it his mission to make it so much worse.

Pink was good. Red would be better.

"You look pretty today." He watched her face flush again, the shade visibly deepening on her cheeks. If she hadn't grown used to his chivalrous ways, she'd probably be a mess, but he kept his tone casual. "Really pretty."

Completely turning to face her, he beamed as she smiled. This was his favourite smile. It was a small, soft, sweet smile. A smile that always made him think that she was the kind of beautiful that only existed in fairy tales.

Tales of Princesses with silky, soft hair that are known throughout the kingdom for their kindness and beauty, only to fall victim to the treatment of misguided and, at times, uncouth princes that failed to consider the fact that the maiden was a feeling, capable human (who probably wouldn't want to be kissed when she was passed out. Yeah, take that Prince Florian and Philip, you weirdos.)

But this wasn't a fairy tale. This wasn't about princes and princesses. This was about the truth. The truth that Y/N was a beautiful girl who made his heart skip a beat and his mind short circuit. It was the truth that, despite his many shortcomings, he was the luckiest guy in the world that she even hung out with him.

In a voice that portrayed none of the mushy thoughts that were swirling around her head, she swallowed her emotions and playfully warned, "Keep your eyes on the road."

"I can't." His eyes flickered up and down her body, taking in every inch of her. From her sneakers to her hair. He knew he should concentrate on driving, but his body - well, his body was feeling rather flustered. It was starting to be hard not to stare. "You're a lot more interesting to look at."

Holding in a squeal, she reached up and twirled a lock of her hair, grinning as she pulled it free. Her eyes twinkled and she teased, "I'm more interesting to look at than that wide stretch of tarmac? Your sauve words have my panties soaked."

Scoffing, he retorted, "Do not leave a wet patch on my seat."

"Too late."

Y/N rolled her eyes and shook her head, but couldn't resist smiling at him for just a moment. After all, it was his sense of humour that she loved the most about him. Just the way he could make the simplest of things sound completely hilarious was the trait that had endeared him to her the most. He radiated that carefree quality that reminded her of when they were kids.

"What is up with you this morning?" she joked, even though her heart was fluttering. "Did you forget to have your evening wank yesterday? What's with all the flirting?"

Oh shit. She'd actually called him out on it. Eddie just shrugged, feigning confusion and mumbled, "I don't know what you're talking about, sweetheart."

"Sure you don't."

The car was quiet. The kind of quiet that you don't mind. The kind of quiet that lets you think about nothing and everything at the same time. The kind of quiet that makes you want to crawl in and settle into the comfiness, close your eyes, and...

A song she hated came on the radio and immediately jolted to reach out to change the station.

🎵'Cause we are living in a material world

And I am a material girl

You know that we are living in a material world

And I am a material girl🎵

Immediately, the van was filled to the brim with the intoxicating sounds of Material Girl by Madonna. Eddie threw his hands up, exasperated, and fully expected her to continue on her search for a good song, but she stopped.

🎵Some boys romance

Some boys slow dance

That's all right with me

If they can't raise my interest then I

Have to let them be🎵

No fucking way! She was singing along. Y/N was actually singing along to Madonna as if she liked it. She knew the lyrics, which was crazy to him because, like, why? She was a firm lover of rock and metal like him, so how the hell did she know the words to a pop song?

🎵Some boys try and some boys lie but

I don't let them play (no way)

Only boys who save their pennies

Make my rainy day🎵

The look of disgust soon faded as he watched as she very dramatically danced along, goofily flailing her arms around to the rhythm and occasionally pointing at him whilst shimmying.

Still, that didn't mean that he didn't try to change her mind. "This song promotes superficial views of relationships."

"What do you know about relationships? You've never been in one."

🎵Cause we're living in a material world

And I am a material girl

You know that we are living in a material world

And I am a material girl🎵

Y/N took his hand off the gearstick when he didn't need it and swung it around to the beat, making him laugh. Hopefully none of his bandmates would ever find out about this. A Corroded Coffin x Madonna collab would be the worst thing he could think of.

"It's pushing the sexist idea that women are just after a man's money."

"Maybe I am."

🎵Living in a material world

And I am a material girl

You know that we are living in a material world

And I am a material girl🎵

The rings on his fingers cast a chill against her skin that was hard to ignore, and found that her eyes were twinkling as they stared back, completely captivated by his rebellious boyish charm.

"We are stuck in this capitalist hellhole of a society and this song just proves it."

"Ah, comrade Munson," she taunted, saluting him to add the cherry on top. He rolled his eyes and shook his bangs out of the way, so she leant over to sort them out for him, gently brushing her finger over his forehead.

At her touch, he swallowed heavily, but couldn't help but smile as she continued to hum the song. He began to feel a warmth of it spreading through him, from the pit of his stomach to the tips of his toes. And just like that, he was entranced. He was really captivated.

"Are you trying to make me crash?"

She laughed and tilted his face so he'd look back at the road, cooing with the glowing embers of a mischievous smile on her lips, "Oh no, sweetheart. I wouldn't dream of it."

Eddie felt his breath catch in his throat as she reached up and twirled a lock of his hair, causing the butterflies to flutter madly in his chest.

"You need to brush your hair. It's a mess."

"Got a brush?"

Indeed. She did have a brush. They spent a few minutes before they entered the school with Y/N gently untangling his hair. A goofy grin stretched across his lips as she placed her thumb and forefinger on his chin, slowly moving his head side to hide to examine how well she'd tamed his mane.

When she was done, she annoyingly pinched his cheek and declared, "There we go, my little loser's all ready for another day at big school."

"Shut it." He swiped at her hand and trapped it in his grip. The pair stared at their touching hands for a moment, then looked back at the other. The grin on her face was nothing short of radiant and when he looked into those eyes, he felt like he could melt into a puddle of goo.

"Are you okay? You seem, I don't know, different," she had to ask, stepping back and trying to gauge his expression. All he seemed to be projecting from his face was that his brain was clearly elsewhere. "You look a bit like you're planning your entire next campaign in your head."

Using the excuse of his campaign would've been easy, but Eddie could only stare back at her for a moment as his mind raced. He had to respond, but he was at a loss for words. How could he even begin to explain the swirling mess of emotions in his head?

"Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine. I'm good." He glanced back across to their conjoined hands and noticed that she had placed her fingers in between his, squeezing gently to get his attention. That, in itself, was insane to him. She hadn't pulled away. She hadn't reared back in disgust.

In fact, she'd continued to hold him there. She had even altered how her hand was placed so it was a more comfortable embrace for the both of them, so it would last longer.

"Are you sure, Ed?" she asked, her voice soft and dreamy. His eyes drifted to her lips as she spoke, and he tried to catch up with his thoughts. He wanted to kiss her, of course he did, but this wasn't the time.

"I'm fine. I swear. Just forgot to have breakfast." he croaked, nodding his head. That answer seemed to be sufficient to her as she accepted it and pulled him into the school gates, dragging him to their lockers before the bell went.

Obviously, the next day when Eddie's van arrived at her house Y/N exited with a mug of coffee and cereal bar in hand, handing the drink to him when she got in. "For you, loser."

Without knowing why, he took the mug from her and started sipping it. He had to admit, it was pretty good. Well, he was enjoying it so much that he'd downed it by the time she'd buckled her seat belt.

"Jesus, Ed. You thirsty?"

"Not any more."

Now that it was empty, he turned the mug on its side, surveying what was on there. As he trailed his finger across the image, she stated, "I couldn't find one of those travel ones so I stole my dad's New Hope mug because he never uses it."

Carefully, she ripped open the wrapper of the cereal bar and shoved it towards him. He took it, staring at it for a moment, then dug in. "Why are you providing me with food and coffee?"

The answer was simple.

"Breakfast."

Oh, how his heart swelled at her kind gesture. She was looking out for him, and that was one thing he always appreciated. His eyes softened as he gazed at her, and a smile formed on his face. "Thank you."

Y/N leaned her head back against the headrest and finally took her bag off to place at her feet as he started their journey. He kept stealing glances at her, and she couldn't help but mirror his shy behaviour.

"You're weird," she said, watching as he chewed like a llama. Somehow he'd managed to get a hefty chunk of the cereal bar in his hair, so she picked it out for him and fed it to him. "And apparently you can't feed yourself."

"I'm multitasking. I've got to drive, eat and deal with you."

She swiped some of the crumbs that still remained in his hair out of the way, lightly raking her hand through his curls and brushing his hair off his shoulder. She teasingly wiggled her fingers against the skin of his neck, softly tickling him as she questioned, "Deal with me? What on earth do you mean by that?"

"Stop," he chuckled, his eyes darting to her hand for a moment before looking back at the road. Y/N laughed at his reaction and leaned back in her seat, putting her feet up on the dashboard and using the van's heater to warm the cold morning air.

All over her arms were little goosebumps that had formed and a shiver ran down her spine. Without looking, he held the cereal bar between his teeth and darted his hand behind the seat, grabbing the first article of clothing he could find. Luckily, it was the garment he thought it was and threw one of his jumpers on her lap.

"Put it on," he instructed, and when she was about to refuse, he added, "I can see how cold you are from here."

Why not? Why not, eh? She pulled it on, revelling in being surrounded in him, feeling the softness of his jumper against her skin and sighing in contentment as she closed her eyes. His jumper felt so good against her skin, so soft and warm and…well, she didn't know. It just felt right. His jumper smelled like him, and she let herself take in the scent, trying to memorise the smell by bringing it to her nose when she needed to take a break from the overwhelming feelings coursing through her.

"Are you sniffing it?" He asked, amusement colouring his voice.

Her lips twitched into a grin as he copied her. She opened one eye to look at him but quickly closed it again when all she saw was his beautiful face staring down at her. The way that his eyes were shining, the way his smile had softened when they made eye contact, those perfect features that she could stare at for hours if given half a chance.

"No."

"Liar."

That cocky bitch. She shook her head, unable to keep it up any longer. "It's nice," she admitted, and when he didn't say anything immediately, she continued, "It smells really good, okay?"

"Whatever you say, princess." Then he thought about the implications of her words for a moment and nervously tapped his fingers against the wheel, stating , "So, in a roundabout way, you're saying I smell good."

This was where her cheeks flushed red once again, and she looked away from him, focusing her gaze straight ahead. Her voice became slightly husky as she uttered, "Well, maybe."

"Maybe?" he repeated, his tone playful.

"Yeah, I guess you do smell good to me."

"Okay, then."

They fell silent after that, and he found himself glancing over at her every now and then. She was staring out of her window, her gaze focused intently outside but at the same time, she seemed lost in thought. That's when he truly saw what was in front of him. Yeah, that definitely was his jumper. That, for sure, was his clothing on her. And there was no doubt that it looked so good. Stupidly good.

When his gaze travelled along the length of the jumper, taking it in, the sight brought a small blush to his cheeks but he fought it back and concentrated back on driving. He needed to focus on something else. Something besides Y/N and that damn jumper. If she didn't look at him, he wouldn't get caught staring.

But she did look at him. Looking out of the corner of her eye, she watched him as he stared at her. He was biting his lip and shifting uncomfortably in his seat, as though he was waiting for her to turn back around to face him. After a few moments, she sighed softly. "What?" she quietly inquired.

He blinked, startled for a second until realisation dawned on him - he'd been caught. He swallowed the lump in his throat and blurted out, "Nothing, I--uh...I was just thinking about the weather."

A smirk appeared on her face as she nodded her head. "Mhm, sure." She looked at him once more, turning her body to the side so that she could lean comfortably against the door. A small chuckle left her as she teased, "You're really bad at lying, Ed."

"Hey!" he protested, his cheeks flushing red in embarrassment. When she continued to stare at him, he groaned, giving in, "Fine, I was wondering why you looked so good in my clothes, alright?!"

Taken back, she cocked an eyebrow at him, studying him intently. "You like it that much huh?"

Naturally, he rolled his eyes at her comment, although there was a smile tugging at his lips as he muttered, "Shut up."

Throughout the entire school day, he was in a little bit of a daze. None of his teachers noticed a difference. Neither did his classmates. Only the Hellfire lot noticed a change. And the explanation for his demeanour was revealed when Y/N joined them at lunch and ruffled his hair as she walked past him to her usual seat.

Gareth was the first to notice, raising his eyebrow questioningly at Y/N who merely shrugged in response. "I recognise that sweater. Eddie's?" he wondered out , leaning forward in his chair, elbows resting on the table.

"It is," she confirmed as she placed her bag on the back of her chair and sat down opposite him. Sitting back in his chair, Gareth turned to Nate and gave him a knowing nudge. "I was cold. That was it. Isn't that right, Ed?"

No response. None. Eddie was staring into space, completely oblivious to anything around him. He was too busy thinking about how cute she looked wearing his hoodie and he wasn't sure whether it was his imagination or not, but he swore he even felt her warmth next to him.

"Is he drooling?" Jeff declared in disgust, pointing to the line of dribble in the corner of Eddie's mouth.

"I think so," Y/N replied, leaning over and grabbing a napkin to wipe the offending dribble away. She gently brushed the cloth against his skin, waking him from the trance he seemed to be in.

Oh shit. He'd really zoned out.

"Ed, hello? Anyone home?" she called, waving a hand in front of his face. He blinked rapidly, clearing his vision of the haze that clouded his thoughts and looked up at them. As if sensing something amiss, he glanced at Y/N, finding her observing him closely. It didn't take long for his heart to beat faster under her intense scrutiny and he tried desperately to look everywhere but her. He failed, unfortunately, and she raised her brows, greeting him, "Good morning, sunshine."

"Hi," he breathed sheepishly. He avoided her eyes as he reached for the apple juice carton on the table in front of him. He took a sip, pretending to be preoccupied with drinking rather than watching her. His friends were watching each other with curious looks on their faces as they observed her interactions with Eddie. They were enjoying this, watching them interact. This wasn't unusual, of course; whenever they saw them together, they were always like this - blatantly oblivious.

"Hi. Where did that brain of yours go?" she asked teasingly, grinning as he looked up at her.

The corner of his lips tickled up as he gave a half shrug and dismissed, "I…I don't know. I was daydreaming, I guess."

Soon, they had a little routine. She'd bring him breakfast in the morning with her father's mug and he'd use the excuse that he had to return it to invite himself into her home. He'd walk in, take off his shoes, hang his jacket on the hooks by the front door, and hang out for a few hours. Then, she'd discover him sprawled across her bed or thoroughly searching through her belongings. Sometimes, she would find him sitting on her desk, looking through her books, or even reading through the notes she had made the night before.

On the first Friday, they were in her room and he kept looking at all the posters on her wall. She couldn't help but giggle at the expression on his face as he stared at them, his lips pursed tightly as he inspected each piece of art in front of him. It was almost as if he was judging each one individually for some reason. She chuckled when he finally looked over at her and smiled at her, commenting, "Two Van Halen ones and only one Dio," as he ran his finger over the paper, racing a line to the Van Halen logo. "Think Eddie is hotter than Ronnie? Do you kiss his paper forehead before going to bed?"

Jokingly, she exclaimed, "How did you know?"

"I'm observant," he answered with a shrug, a grin on his face, causing her to roll her eyes at him. It took all his confidence to playfully jeer, "You've clearly got a thing for Eddie's with dark luscious locks."

"Shut up."

For some reason, he judged that if he tackled her right now, she'd fall safely on her bed and land below him. That was fine. If that happened, he wouldn't mind one bit. Not one bit. Actually, maybe he'd like it. Maybe. Just maybe he'd like it more than he was willing to admit.

So, that's exactly what he did. With a chuckle, he dipped his shoulder and ran into her, knocking her off balance as he grabbed her arm. She let out a yelp as she toppled backwards onto her bed, landing on her back. For a brief moment, he held his breath as he waited anxiously for her reaction, expecting her to retaliate. But surprisingly, she remained still beneath him, staring up at him and laughing quietly.

Eddie grinned mischievously as he said, "Gotcha." And proceeded to pin her wrists on either side of her head, making her laugh harder. He pulled back a little to check her expression, to see if she was hurt. But her eyes sparkled, her cheeks flushed red, and she was smiling widely. His heart skipped a beat as he gazed at her, mesmerised.

"Fucking hell, you could be on the football team with a shove like that."

"Me? With those meathead jocks? No thank you."

"You should try out. I think you'd make the cut," Y/N joked, trying to figure out a way to get him off of her. She knew the game was set up for them to wrestle. And he had pinned her hands above her head with such ease she couldn't hope to break free no matter how hard she tried.

A chance appeared as he declared, "Maybe, but I'd prefer to be a cheerleader," and waved his hands in a semi rhythmic fashion, shimmying his shoulders and shaking his hips slightly. She snorted and shook her head at him, his little performance giving her the opportunity to flip them so that she was on top and he was underneath.

All he could do was look up at her, his eyes wide and filled with wonder as she straddled his waist, his hands coming to rest on the mattress next to her thighs. He gulped loudly, his gaze roaming down her body before returning to hers.

In a sudden fit of silliness, she flopped down, letting her chest fall against his and hugging him, resting her chin in the crook of his neck as she laughed softly. At first, he just lay there, stunned, his arms limp at his sides until he slowly brought them up around her.

Then, gradually, they began to move, circling her waist loosely, pressing their bodies flush together. The butterflies in his stomach were fluttering wildly, and it took everything in him not to give in, to allow himself to lose control, to lean forward and kiss her senseless because holy fuck she smelled so good.

He was pretty sure he stopped breathing altogether as she pressed herself against him. Her breasts were squashing against his chest and the feel of them rubbing against his torso caused him to shudder slightly. He couldn't stop himself from touching her, running his fingers over her soft skin and brushing against the curve of her hip bones. He wanted her so bad, and it wasn't just physical lust. The feeling of her pressed up against him was intoxicating, sending sparks flying through his veins.

Shit. It was very clear how much he wanted her.

Honestly, he had intended to use his favour as a cheeky way to ask her out on a date, instead, "Y/N? Can I cash in that favour now?"

"Hmm? Oh, yeah, sure."

"Can you pretend that you don't feel, uh, me?"

Fuck, in all the excitement and the feeling of their bodies moving against each other, his body decided to become way more active than he could control. He was suddenly hyper aware of her movement against his body, her breaths fanning over his neck. He tried his best to ignore that sensation and focus on something else, but then, he heard her mumble, "Oh, I thought you had something in your pocket."

They laughed lightly and he felt the vibrations of her laughter through her whole body and it sent shivers all over his skin. She lifted herself up slightly and leaned back, taking a moment to come up with how the hell she was going to phrase what she wanted to say.

"I could always, you know, help you out. If you want?" The words came out a lot less confident than she would have liked them to. When she looked at him, he found her expression somewhat apprehensive. Her mouth opened and closed a couple times, trying to gather her thoughts before repeating, "Only if you want to."

Their gazes locked, and he didn't move for a few long moments. Neither did she. The silence was painful to endure as they just stared at each other, both not wanting to make any sudden moves and spook the other. Their breaths became shallow as they inhaled and exhaled heavily, and the air in the room seemed thicker than before. He watched as she nervously bit her lower lip as she studied his features.

"You're sure?" he asked, almost in a whisper as he searched her eyes intently. There was an unmistakable glint in her eyes that he hadn't seen in a while; an emotion he'd never been able to identify.

"Yeah. I mean, I've always wanted to do... stuff with someone I trust, and I trust you."

She nodded slowly, her eyes never leaving his. His heart pounded rapidly and his throat constricted as he responded with a shaky voice, "Yeah, I want to."

And with that, she reached out with her hand and placed it softly over his cheek, brushing her fingertips along the edge of his jaw as she spoke in hushed tones, "Okay then."

With this, he felt a rush of relief wash over him, which quickly turned to panic as he felt the overwhelming need to blurt out, "I lied about losing my virginity to seem cool. I'm a fucking loser who's twenty and still in high-school. So yeah, I didn't really want to add 'virgin' to the list of names people call me." His voice got quieter as continued to admit, "Nobody has ever even kissed me. I'm a big ol' nerd-virgin-loser."

Shocked to silence, she blinked a few times. How the hell had nobody kissed him? He was hot. And cute. And in a band. Nobody had even tried?

He paused for a moment before saying in a voice barely above a whisper, "It's okay if you think I'm lame or whatever. Just..." His brows furrowed as he trailed off. Then he looked away from her and muttered, "Just take it easy on me. Please."

Her heart squeezed painfully as she heard the desperation laced in his tone. This guy, who was usually so unnecessarily energetic and thoughtful, sounded so vulnerable. So insecure. So lost. She knew he had been through a lot in his life, a lot more than she could comprehend. And, inside him, she knew he had a lot of love, and compassion. And kindness. And loyalty. And determination.

Why hadn't she said anything yet? He felt himself go red. He didn't know why he'd said that, or what he was trying to prove except that it felt good to get it off his chest. Now she knew that he was a liar and a coward and a godforsaken virgin, but she didn't care.

"Hey," she called gently, drawing his attention back to her as she smiled reassuringly. He swallowed thickly, his mouth dry and his heart pounding erratically in his chest. She moved her hand to brush her index finger over his forehead, tucking some hair behind his ear and letting her hand rest against his jaw. "Take it easy on yourself."

Before he'd internalised what she said, she slowly pressed a gentle kiss to his cheek, lingering there for several seconds, revelling in the warmth it radiated and taking all the time he needed to become accustomed to the feeling of her lips against his skin. He blinked at her, his lips parted slightly as he let his eyes roam over her face, the curves of her mouth, the shape of her eyes, which were full of tenderness, caring, understanding.

Sitting up, she pulled him up with her and gently placed both of her hands on his chest as she spoke, "I'll admit I have kissed somebody before, so-"

Interrupting with a playful taunt, "Alright, no need to brag," he gave her that signature boyish grin and beamed when she let out a chuckle. He watched her roll her eyes and playfully punch him on the arm, causing him to laugh as he rubbed the spot where she had hit him.

As soon as he seemed comfortable, her hand was cupping his face and tilting his chin up, her thumb caressing the corner of his mouth. The butterflies in his stomach flipped again, a mixture of shock and excitement flooding his system as his lips parted slightly. He didn't expect her to move closer to him, didn't even realise that she was closing the gap between them till she tilted her head.

Quickly, he had to inquire, "Uh, what do I do with my hands?" with a sheepish grin, feeling so stupid that he even had to ask that. He waved them about in the general shape of her body, weirdly making sure he didn't touch her yet.

Laughing softly, she replied, "Anywhere you want to put them."

"I don't know where I should want to put them."

Taking his wrists, she placed his hands on her waist, holding him steady as she moved hers up to grip the back of his neck. He was acutely aware of every movement she made as she brushed her fingertips across his skin, sending a shiver racing through his entire body as goosebumps appeared along his arms.

When their noses grazed slightly, she asked, "Ready?"

"Ready." She hesitated momentarily before pressing her lips firmly against his own, and his world instantly froze. Everything else disappeared, everything except the way Y/N was kissing him. Her lips felt like velvet on his, softer than anything he had ever encountered before.The touch of her tongue against his sent waves of ecstasy through his body and he pressed his hips against hers, desperate and eager and needy.

His brain shut down, unable to process anything, as he allowed her actions to dictate the course of their kisses, following her lead as she guided him through the movements. She pulled back after a brief second, smiling softly, her cheeks glowing and her eyes looking glossy.

The praise fell from her lips seconds after his brain came back online as she commented, "You're a natural, Munson."

Confidence: boosted! At her words, he tugged her closer and initiated the smooch. He was a natural, after all. Their bodies became closer together until he found himself lying on top of her, her arms wrapped around him, and his fingers tangling into her hair. He kissed her hungrily as her tongue sought entrance to his mouth. His tongue met hers in a slow, rhythmic rhythm as his hands roamed across her body, touching every inch of exposed flesh he could reach.

How the fuck had he gone so long without this? It felt so good that he wanted, no, needed more. He moved his lips from hers to trail along her jawline and down her neck, sucking on her collar bone with nips and little kisses here and there. He breathed in deeply through his nose, relishing in her smell; her scent, her warmth, and her taste.

After a minute passed, her breathing hitched as she said, "Eddie," her voice sounding breathless. He felt her body soften underneath him as he continued trailing his lips down her neck and onto her shoulder. The feeling only added to his already heightened arousal.

Pulling back slightly, he took in her appearance for a brief moment as he leaned forward to place another soft kiss against her lips, his hands moving to cup the sides of her face. "I see why people do this now," he mumbled against her lips, his heart beating rapidly as he noticed how flushed and swollen her lips were, and the pink tint painting her cheeks. His hands slid up towards her hair and tangled themselves in the silky strands, pulling her impossibly closer.

A faint moan escaped from her mouth before he silenced it with his lips. As they kissed languidly and deeply, one hand slipped down his torso and reached his jeans, caressing his hardness through the fabric desperately as he groaned quietly against her mouth.

Suddenly breaking apart, he whispered her name again, the sound reverberating in his mind with urgency, "Y/N."

As her eyes fluttered open, she murmured softly, "Mmmhmm?"

"I...I..." He tried to form coherent words without ending up sounding like a deranged lunatic. "I...I need you," he growled before kissing her, hard, desperately, almost savagely. His tongue delved deep into her mouth, and he held her tightly to him while exploring her mouth with increasing fervour. His hands moved to her hips and lifted her up slightly so he could deepen the kiss as they sat back up.

Withdrawing, he rested his forehead against hers and gasped out raggedly, "Fuck." He ran his fingers through her hair. "This is so new and different and really fucking good," he stated simply, feeling the heat rise into his cheeks as he remembered how many times he'd fantasized about doing this with her.

She giggled lightly and said, "Well, I guess we can make it a regular thing then."

Regular thing? Meaning she'd let him do this more often? His expression grew serious as he gazed intently into her eyes. "Do you mean that?" he asked carefully, his eyebrows raised questioningly.

"Yeah. Yeah, of course I do."

He smiled, relieved beyond belief, the corners of his lips quirking upwards as his eyes crinkled in amusement. That amusement turned to a look of pure anticipation as she shuffled backwards to perch on his thighs and began to undo his belt. He glanced down quickly at his lap to check that he wasn't wearing anything embarrassing.

Thankfully, he wasn't. For a moment, he was sure that he'd put his Kermit the frog boxers on. But, no.

"Are you a hundred percent sure?" he checked nervously, his eyes flickering back up to meet hers as she undid the button of his trousers and slid them down, her hands resting delicately on his bare thighs as she stared at him intensely.

"One o o percent." He looked away, a blush spreading across his features as he felt her hands rub soothing circles into his thigh. "Are you? Cause say the word and we can forget all about this."

His voice was grave when he replied, "You can see how much I want this."

That was true. She could. Still, she stated, "Anytime you want to stop, promise me you'll say."

"I promise. Fuck it, i'll even pinky promise." He held out his pinky finger to her and nodded reassuringly when she hooked hers around his, sealing the deal.

With a chuckle, he watched her face as she danced her fingertips across him, testing how sensitive he was to her touch. A light moan left him at the sensation of her delicate fingers tracing over his penis, as he instinctively jerked his pelvis up. He could feel her smile, hear the laughter bubbling in her throat as she said, "You okay with that?"

"Yes. Oh God yes!" he exclaimed enthusiastically, reaching up to tangle his fingers in her hair once again, bringing her closer to him, their foreheads brushing together as she finally took him into her hand and began stroking him slowly, not too fast. With every movement, he felt himself tense up more, his muscles tightening at her ministrations. She smiled at his reaction. "Fuck, Y/N. You feel amazing."

Chuckling lightly, she responded teasingly, "I've just started and you're already talking dirty, huh?"

"Shut up," he muttered lowly, his gaze fixated on her face, drinking in her expression; the playful gleam in her eyes as she bit down on her bottom lip to hold back her grin, her chest rising and falling as she inhaled deeply. The sight of her was intoxicating, making his head spin, his legs tremble, and his cock throb. She moved her hand faster, stroking him more vigorously, and the pleasure was almost unbearable. He was trembling with need, wanting more; needing her more.

"Please..."

"Please what?" she whispered against his lips, genuinely a bit confused about what he was asking for.

"Please, make me come."

As though knowing what he wanted, she brought her other hand around and cupped his balls as she continued to stroke them, causing a low growl to fall from his lips as he squeezed his eyes shut. When she released him, he sucked in air greedily, panting heavily as he opened his eyes to watch her continue to stroke his dick. "Oh god," he groaned, unable to contain the loud moan that escaped his lips as she stroked his length steadily, her hand rubbing the tip gently with each stroke. "Y/N…"

"I know," she replied huskily, leaning forward to capture his lips with her own once again.The pressure inside of him built up, threatening to burst free from within him as she continued playing with his shaft, driving him crazy. Her lips never stopped moving as she trailed light kisses down his jaw, biting down on his neck softly as he whimpered softly and his eyes rolled upward.

It wasn't long before his whole body tensed and tensed as his orgasm neared, the wave hitting him hard and fast. As he came, he let out an incoherent string of what could have been swear words and she could feel his muscles tense then grow lax all at once. She continued to pump until he became fully limp and she could tell he was completely spent. He buried his head into her neck and gripped her tightly, the grip tightening around her waist as his breaths stilled.

After a few minutes, he pulled away from her and stared at her lovingly, brushing her hair aside to press a gentle kiss against her neck. She sighed softly and sofly brushed her fingers through his hair with the hand that wasn't covered as he nuzzled against her.

Jokingly, she couldn't help but declare, "It kind of looks like a fountain that doesn't have enough water when, you know, it spurts." He chuckled loudly at her comment as he leaned back, propping himself up on his elbow and gazing at her tenderly.

Gently running his hand along her cheekbone, he grinned and asked playfully, "Is that your way of saying that I don't blow my load as powerfully as you expected me to?"

Her lips curled upwards in an amused smile as she replied, "Something like that." Then she leant forward to brush her lips briefly against his before giving her room a quick once over to spot something to clean him up with.

Nothing was standing out. Her father must've done the laundry. That's okay, she opened the top drawer of her bedside table and wiped up his semen with a pair of her underwear. Her underwear? Was this one of his fantasies? He watched with wide eyes as she used the fabric on her panties to wipe up the fluid on his stomach and groin area. It seemed so intimate, and he wondered if he should feel embarrassed or not.

"Hey, uh, Y/N?"

"Yeah?" she asked, turning her head from the cleaning attempt to his eyes.

"This is going to sound weird, but can I keep those?" He gestured in the general direction of her panties, which she nonchalantly stuffed in his jean pocket. He had originally thought he'd have to make up some sort of explanation for why he wanted them, but she hadn't even asked. It was pretty clear why.

Very clear why.

Now it was her turn. Or was it? She kindly redressed him and mentioned, "Do you mind if we do this step by step, like, over a few days? I think doing everything in one day will be overwhelming."

"That sounds good. I'd like that too."

"Great. My hand is still...covered, so I'm just going to wash them."

"I'll be here." Eddie watched as she climbed off the bed to hurry to the bathroom, leaving him lounging on her bed, staring after her curiously. After a few moments of silence, he heard her come rushing back into her bedroom, nearly tripping over her feet as she made it back to him.

When he heard her coming back, he placed his arm under his head and shifted one foot by his knee, pretending to pose sexily as she entered the room.

"Is this enticing to you?" he asked her with a sly grin, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. She simply rolled her eyes at his comment, but she did smile, despite herself. "Is this turning you on?" he continued, lowering his tone as she approached him.

"No." she replied bluntly, placing her hands on either side of his chest, pushing him back against the pillows as she sat beside him. He watched her intently, noting with amusement that her lips were slightly pursed, as though she was trying very hard to hold back a smile.

Day two of their experiment was unsuccessful. Despite it being a Saturday, Eddie still arrived at her house in the morning and didn’t expect another member of her house to be home. It was the weekend so she was still asleep, but her father opened the door when he knocked.

"Hi, Ed. Y/N didn't say you were coming over."

"Yeah. Uh, hi there." Eddie glanced at her bedroom window, wondering if she was awake. "Uhh... she probably forgot to mention, Mr. L/N."

"Come on in."

Eddie stepped in as he waited for her father to close the door behind him. Seeing Y/N's dad was weird. They'd met before, so many times before, but now it was sort of like talking to your new girlfriend's parents. Not that Y/N was his girlfriend. Not yet. But they sure had become very comfortable with each other. Way more comfortable than he father would want them to be.

"I thought you'd be working today. Uncle Wayne is."

"Supervisor privilege, you see. I get weekends off." Mr. L/N gave him a questioning look as he walked towards the kitchen. He followed suit. "How are things with you two lately? How's school?"

"School's fine. I'm getting passing grades." Mr. L/N nodded approvingly, opening the fridge and grabbing a bottle of water. He offered one to Eddie who shook his head politely and said, "Thanks anyway, Mr. L/N."

Mr. L/N took a swig from his bottle and then turned to glance at Eddie, raising a brow in confusion. "And you and Y/N?"

"We're good. Good friends." Mr. L/N raised both his eyebrows and nodded slowly as though expecting Eddie to elaborate, but he remained silent, opting to remain silent instead. He knew her dad knew he was lying. Well, not lying but not telling the whole truth.

They fell into a brief awkward silence that lasted a couple of seconds before Mr. L/N spoke again, "I think I heard her walking about, but maybe that was just the old floorboards. Just remember to leave the door open, okay?"

Shit. That killed any chance that they could do anything.

"Yeah, okay," he said, nodding stiffly as he headed towards the stairs and began climbing them, awkwardly waving to her dad as he left. When he reached her bedroom door, he knocked on it softly. There was no response. She was probably still asleep.

So, he opened it to find her sound asleep and soft snoring coming from her mouth, her face relaxed and serene as she lay in her bed. She looked so peaceful, so beautiful. He found himself smiling fondly at her before he quietly closed the door and tiptoed closer to her, watching her sleep. The sound of her breathing brought a sense of tranquillity to him as he stood there admiring her, a warm feeling spreading throughout his chest and making his heart pound.

Slowly, he slipped in the other side of her duvet and placed his arm around her waist, pulling her closely against him as he pressed a kiss to the crown of her head. She stirred a little bit as he nuzzled his nose against her hair, sighing softly when she recognised the rings of her hugger.

"Morning, loser."

"Morning, beautiful."

She shifted to curl up against his chest, her head laying on his collarbone, and he rested his chin atop her head, smiling gently down at her as he ran his fingers lightly through her hair, enjoying the sensation. She mumbled something incoherent as he started kissing her forehead, pressing light kisses against her hairline.

He felt her struggle to drift back off, so he carefully moved his arm from her waist, placing a hand on her bare hip instead, stroking circles into her skin, hoping to lull her back to sleep. Her eyelids fluttered shut and she hummed contently, leaning into his touch, and eventually drifted back off to dreamland peacefully.

As she slept in his embrace, his eyes slid closed and his own breathing steadied. In the moment, they were content. Nothing could ever take away the peace and contentment that came from being wrapped in her arms, surrounded by her smell and warmth. It was just what he needed to calm his racing thoughts, because they always returned to her. They always circled back to her, and the longer he held her, the calmer he became until he finally fell asleep with her in his arms.

The pair were awoken by a bright flash and an annoyed "Oh, shit," as her father had come to ask if they wanted anything to drink (also to not so subtly see what they were doing) and had to run to find his camera because they looked so cute. They didn't know how long they had fallen asleep, and they weren't exactly complaining about the extra sleep either.

But, they could complain about their rude awakening. "Dad! What are you doing?" Y/N asked, her voice laced with sleep as she sluggishly lifted her head and rubbed her eyes. Eddie grunted and tried to hide by burying his face in her shoulder whilst groaning into it in embarrassment.

Her dad chuckled, "Sorry, kids. Didn't mean to wake you. But you looked really adorable."

"You didn't have to snap a picture!"

"Yes, I did. There's a picture of you two like this when you were kids and I thought it would be nice to get an updated version."

Y/N pouted childishly and grumbled something unintelligible as she crossed her arms. Eddie couldn't help but laugh as he peered out from behind Y/N's shoulder to look as Mr L/N rushed off and came back with an old picture of the pair of them cuddled up when they were six and eight respectively.

"There!" he cried, thrusting it into their faces excitedly. Y/N squinted at the photo, looking confused as she examined it. She'd never seen it before. In the image a tiny version of Y/N had fallen asleep against Eddie with the teddy that he'd got her for her birthday squidged in between them. A couple of strands of her hair had made their way onto his face as he stretched his little arms across the teddy to hug them both.

"Huh. You were right. We did look cute." she said honestly, smiling as she handed it to Eddie, who accepted it without hesitation and opened one bleary-eye to scan the picture. His hair was short and, honestly, the only thing that would point out that it was him was his cute little nose. He looked completely different back then. He flipped it over and read the line written on the back.

Y/N, Eddie and their new friend Mr. McBear - 74'.

"Do you still have Mr. McBear?"

Moving before he had even finished his sentence, Y/N's dad reached on top of her wardrobe and brought the teddy bear in question down, tossing the bright pink bear to Eddie, who was obviously very happy that she'd held onto it.

"Oh, he hasn't aged a day," Eddie joked, examining the bear. It seemed like just yesterday that he'd saved up his pocket money to buy her it for her birthday. And she kept it all these years, even after he'd forgotten all about it.

After snapping more pictures, Y/N's dad was soon whined at by his daughter to leave the room. He walked out with a playful and dramatic, "Fine. I'll go. Your dear old father just wanted to reminisce with his little one and she's thrown him to the curb after all he's done for her." He returned to fake plunged a sword into his chest and jokily slumped against her doorframe. "Eddie, watch your heart. Y/N may stab it."

"I'll keep an eye out."

Then he sighed as if he was a lovesick teenager and continued dramatically, "If you don't love me anymore, my sweet Y/N, I'll go!" With that, he spun round and began strutting down the hallway, whistling a tune that vaguely sounded familiar.

It wasn't until he'd disappeared out of sight that she realised what song it was.

"That man..." Eddie whispered, shaking his head in amusement. "Was whistling material girl."

"It's his favourite song."

Now alone together, Eddie had nothing but a smile as he stared down at Mr. McBear and the photo, his eyes lost in nostalgia. "I can't believe you kept him all these years," he muttered as he gently caressed the bear's fur.

"I'd never get rid of good ol' McBear," she whispered, gently rubbing Eddie's back as she rested her head on his shoulder. "He always was my best bud."

"Are you talking about me or the toy now?"

"The bear. I can't stand the sight of you."

Tauntingly, he let the teddy drop to the mattress and attacked her with a kiss, pouncing on her due to that comment and wrapping his arms around her waist, cradling her in his embrace. She giggled as he lightly nipped her bottom lip, smirking when she squealed and squirmed.

It turned out that the weekend was a total write off in terms of their new arrangement as they didn't want to get caught by her dad, which was understandable.

Monday, however, wasn't.

There was no denying that people who bothered looking saw a change in how the pair interacted. At any chance he got, Eddie was touching Y/N in some way. The occasional peck on the cheek. He'd try to hold her hand whenever it was free. If she happened to be standing near him, his arms were firmly locked around her waist. And in any lesson he sat in the seat in front of her, she'd lean forward and plait his hair when she got bored. She knew that they were getting attention, but she didn't care. If it made him happy, and she loved seeing him happy.

All she cared about was his happiness, even if he did act like a child at times.

Hell, he even brought her up onto his lap during lunch once. She'd walked back from the bathroom and was startled when she went to ruffle his hair like she usually did, but found herself being tugged on his thighs. She gave a surprised yelp and fell heavily against him, giggling happily as he wrapped his arms tightly around her and squeezed the life out of her, much to her dismay.

When she regained her breath, she rolled her eyes and smiled softly. "You're such a dork," she laughed, trying to pry her hands from his.

"You love it," he replied with a grin, squeezing her tighter, as if he didn't want to let her go anytime soon.

"Do you two forget that we're here sometimes?" Jeff spoke up from beside them. The duo pulled away quickly and blushed deeply. Jeff shook his head, chuckling as he took another bite of his food, but stopped mid chew when he saw them blush.

Gareth glanced over, curious and raised an eyebrow at his friends before turning back to his food. Y/N noticed and gave Eddie a light punch on the arm. He glared playfully at her, causing her to giggle. It was obvious they'd been caught, but neither felt bad about it and instead decided to start eating.

"So are you two finally dating or what?" Dustin inquired. He was just asking what everyone else wanted to. He knew the answer already. All he wanted to hear was an excuse.

The pair looked at each other then back to Dustin and shrugged.

Who knew the answer to that?

Later that day, they arrived back at her house and prepared for the next step of their experiment. As Y/N kicked her shoes off, she watched with amusement as Eddie slipped on his own sneakers. She laughed as he almost tripped himself up and fell on his face, but managed to catch himself, though not without making a fool out of himself. He huffed while he straightened his shirt out and fixed his hair.

"Smooth." Y/N giggled, leaning against the wall with her arms folded, watching as he shuffled towards her and stood directly in front of her with a goofy smirk on his face. She smiled amusedly, waiting for his next move. "What is it?" she questioned.

"Do you mind if I pick you up?"

"Pick me up?" she repeated incredulously. "Why do you need to pick me up, loser?"

Eddie blinked innocently and shrugged. "Because I want to?" he replied. He moved closer to her so he could rest his forearms on the wall either side of her hips, leaving no space between them. He grinned mischievously up at her as he pushed himself up a bit further to tower over her. "Well?"

"Eh, why not?" He moved in an attempt to lift her but she stopped him. "At least wait until we get up the stairs, stupid," she chuckled, pushing his chest so she could walk up the steps ahead of him. The moment they both reached the top step, she held out her arms and let him hoist her into the air. He caught her easily as she wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his shoulders, laughing happily.

"Thanks for the lift," she joked as casually started biting and smooching his neck, making all kinds of giggling noises as she did so. "I'm surprised your lanky frame can carry me this far," she teased, leaning forward to give his lips a quick kiss.

Luckily, they'd made it to the bed and he just dropped her as a response to that jab. To show off, he managed to keep a straight face as he flexed his biceps at her, posing stupidly like a bodybuilder. "See, there's some muscle there. Some have actually called me the strongest nerd in the world."

"Was it Dustin?"

"Nope. But he would say that about Harrington though."

Further attempting to annoy him, she looked off in the distance dreamily and breathed out, "Steve Harrington. Now that's a man. A real ladies man." She then snapped back to reality when Eddie threw a pillow at her face.

"Shut it," he said, slowly crawling on top of her.

"Come on, I know you like it when I tease you." He rolled his eyes and grabbed her face, pressing his lips against hers forcefully as his other hand ran through her hair, tangling itself with strands and pulling roughly. With a mischievous twinkle, she put on a fake moony voice and mumbled, "Oh, Steve. You're killing me..."

"Stop," he murmured, his voice soft but his hands playfully pinching her hip, causing her to squirm. She snorted a laugh and tried to grab one of his hands, to no avail. He then flipped her over onto her back and straddled her, pinning her wrists above her head and smiling smugly down at her as he leaned his face close to hers. "Not so tough now are you?" he asked, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.

She pouted and asked, "Forgive me?"

"Never."

"I'll let you see my boobs."

"You're forgiven." He took one of restrained hands and shook it. "Pleasure doing business with you."

Y/N giggled as she playfully slapped his arm and shoved him off her. With one fluid motion, her fingers found the hem of her shirt and yanked it over her head. She coyly smiled as she tossed it on the floor beside her clothes.

The boy was dumbstruck for a moment, staring intently at her breasts that were still covered by her bra. Her cheeks flushed red under his intense gaze and she nervously scratched the back of her neck.

"Those are your tits."

"Uh-huh, these are my tits."

Nervously, he raised his hands and inquired, "Can I? Can I touch them?" His cheeks were pink and he stared hopefully at her. Y/N nodded, causing him to break out in a huge smile and reach out to touch her breast. She shivered from the coldness of his hands, feeling the slight tingle that shot up her spine. He rubbed circles on her skin, causing her to shudder more. When he pulled his hand back, he asked, "Are you alright?"

"Cold hands."

He looked at his hands again and gasped slightly. "Right! Sorry!" He then proceeded to vigorously rub his hands together, causing Y/N to burst into laughter as he did so.

She reached behind her and went to undo the clasp, but he stopped her. He hadn't taken his eyes off her chest since she'd revealed it, yet his gaze moved to her eyes as he pleaded, "Can I undo it?"

Reassuringly, she nodded and he hesitantly moved for the clasp. At first he looked confused on how to open it but she mimed the action for him, and with a quiet ping, her boobs were released from their prisons.

"Oh," he muttered in awe, his eyes travelling between her nipples and her soft, smooth skin. Weirdly, the first thing he did was give her a thumbs up as if to say 'Well done. Spectacular job.'

Cackling, she teased, "Oh my god, you are such a virgin," and placed his hands on her bare skin. "Grope away, loser."

With a groan, he complied and ran his hands all over her breasts in slow, steady motions, making sure not to hurt her. His palms glided across her curves, causing her skin to tingle and her breath hitch as goosebumps spread across her body. She felt herself growing hot beneath his touch and had to resist the urge to jump up and wrap her legs around him, wanting nothing more than to pull him close.

After a few more seconds of rubbing, he removed his hands and looked up at her. His eyes widened and mouth hung agape, as he stuttered, "Wow.. You really are-"

Before he even finished his sentence, Y/N jumped up and grabbed his shirt, pulling him close to her and kissing him harshly. His mouth kissed further down, dancing across her collarbone and down her sternum. Her breath caught in her throat and she felt her panties start to dampen.

"Eddie?"

"Y-yeah?"

"Can you touch me?"

"I am," he replied, gesturing to his hands on her boobs.

Taking a deep breath, she clarified, "I mean can you touch me, like, down there."

His eyes widened in understanding and he smirked before leaning down once more and placing kisses from her collarbones down to her stomach, teasingly trailing down her jeans. He paused momentarily to look back up at her face to gauge her reaction, and after seeing her expression soften, he resumed his exploration.

With little warning, he tugged at her jeans, opening the buckle and sliding them down her legs. As soon as her pants dropped to the floor, he comfortingly offered, "It feels a bit unfair that you have to be fully naked and I've got all of my clothes on. Want me to take stuff off?"

"You just want to take your shirt off."

"How else am I supposed to show off my tattoos?" he chuckled sarcastically.

Y/N laughed quietly and reached her hand out, grabbing his and pressed her lips to his palm. "Just strip," she whispered.

Without another word, he stood up and stripped himself off his shirt quickly, showing her everything that he had been hiding. "Thank you," he grinned proudly as she gawked at him. Her hands roamed over his chest as she revealed his ink. She knelt on the mattress next to him and kissed every tattoo she saw on his torso.

Finishing with the one upon his heart, she beamed up at him, her lips puffy and her eyes unknowingly doe eyed as he realised he was lost in admiration of her. "You're almost a cliche of a bad boy," she teased, tracing the fine outline of one of his stick and poke that went across his lower abdomen.

"You know it, baby."

He'd never called her that before. Over the years, so many nicknames had passed his lips, but never that. Her face softened and she ran her hand up his arm, feeling how warm he was. He immediately cupped the back of her head and drew her closer, planting kisses all over her face as she leaned back against the pillows.

Suddenly, Eddie began peppering kisses along the inside of her thigh. Y/N tensed and bit her lip, her eyes fluttering shut as she arched her hips towards him, allowing him access to her most private part. She couldn't help but whimper as he lightly traced her sensitive skin with his finger, sending shivers down her spine.

"You sure about this?"

"Pinky promise sure." She held out her pinky and another promise was made.

Once it was clear she was comfortable, he trailed his hand down her thighs and started gently caressing her over her underwear. She moaned softly, relaxing into him.

But before he tried anything else, she instructed, "Give me your hand," and when he did, she took the rings off his fingers. There was a warthog or boar shaped one that she examined closely, her finger tracing the metal tusks as she commented, "This one would actually rip me to shreds."

Just the thought of that made him let out an "Owch."

"Owch, indeed."

De-ringed, she slid his hand into her panties, placing his finger on her clit and guiding it to move in slow, circular motions, which sent shivers all over her body. He pulled them further down her leg with his other hand so he could actually see what he was doing. "That's it," she gasped, reassuringly nodding and indicating he was doing well. "Gradually increase the pressure and, uh, slip one finger - just one at the beginning - and well, do a mixture of this," Y/N instructed, making pumping and curling motions.

Eddie followed the instructions eagerly and soon enough his finger slipped into her, finding her sweet spot. The feel of him touching her there was like a dream come true and she sighed deeply in bliss. It wasn't long before Eddie's finger was buried deep within her as he continued to pump them slowly, drawing more moans from Y/N.

He then added another finger to the mix, causing her to moan loudly. This time he didn't hold back and pushed two fingers inside her, causing her to arch upwards, gasping in pleasure. Just as she was about to fall completely over the edge, he withdrew his fingers, bringing her crashing back down, causing her to cry out in frustration.

"Fuck!" She glared at him, her brow furrowed and her arms crossed defiantly. "What was that for?"

"Sorry," he apologised sheepishly, "I got distracted by the idea of using my mouth instead."

"Do it and I'll forgive you."

Smirking, he leaned down and tugged her panties all the way off, throwing them somewhere on her floor. Y/N closed her eyes while biting her lip, waiting for whatever he was going to do. She felt a cool breeze hit her exposed body and she cracked an eye open, watching as he lowered his head between her thighs, giving her a glimpse of his face as he licked his lips and swallowed nervously.

Without hesitation, he swirled his tongue around her clit in circular movements, causing her to gasp loudly and involuntarily bite her lip. After some time, he finally inserted his tongue, swirling it around the inside of her. The sensation caused her to squirm as her back arched upward. As he laved at her clit, she began moaning loudly.

When he finally lifted his head to watch her, his fingers taking over as he rubbed her clit with his thumb, he found a certain type of satisfaction when her eyes rolled back in her head and she let loose a loud moan. "Oh, shit," she muttered, her words laced with lust, and with her eyes still shut tight "Keep doing that, please."

His smirk grew wider and he nodded his head, continuing to swipe his tongue around the area until he found a particularly sensitive spot, causing her to rock against his tongue, making noises of enjoyment and ecstasy, which got even louder when he fucked two fingers into her, eliciting an even deeper moan from her.

It wasn't surprising that his own hips had begun to move against the mattress, getting himself off; he was so hard that it was impossible not to. He moaned against her clit as her breathing became ragged and her body shook violently, causing her to grip the sheets tightly in response.

"Are you gonna cum? Are you gonna come for me?" he growled playfully, teasing her.

Y/N whimpered and threw her head back, her voice shaky as she cried out, gripping onto him as she squeezed herself around his fingers, grabbing onto his hair desperately. She dug her nails into his scalp, causing him to groan and thrust his hips faster.

In a matter of seconds, she came undone. Eddie beamed at her, admiring her beauty - the way her cheeks were flushed, her lips swollen, her breathing shallow, and her hair splayed out on the bed - and continued to lick her, enjoying every last drop as he let himself be overwhelmed by pleasure.

After their orgasms subsided, they lay together with Y/N clinging onto Eddie tightly. His hand rested on top of her shoulder as his other hand trailed soothingly through her hair. "Oh shit, I've just wiped your cum in your hair."

"Eh, I was planning on washing it tonight anyway," she dismissed, giggling as he started kissing down her jaw, drawing her neck into his mouth. "Don't leave any hickeys where people can see them."

Hickeys? He hadn't even thought about the concept of that yet. There was no questioning how excited he was when he inquired, "But I can leave some where people can't see them?" and attached his mouth to the lowest part of her collarbone, sucking on the tender skin. "Like here?"

"Like there."

He nipped at her collarbone as he pulled away, whispering, "Oh, and here," as he moved to another spot. "That's the spot." And another. "Now that one is also good." And another...

"How many do you want to leave?"

"As many as I can, babe."

Chuckling, she thread her hand in his hair and let him leave as many marks as he wanted. She didn't care as long as her dad wouldn't be able to spy them. That would mean a grounding and a definite limit on the amount of time Eddie was allowed over to hang out without supervision.

"Can I leave one on your boob?"

Maybe they did need supervision.

"Go for it."

Almost immediately after she gave her consent, he cupped her breast and brought her nipple into his mouth. He sucked gently, letting her nipple harden. "That feel good?"

"Yes," she groaned, her grip on his hair on the back of his head tightening, gently pushing him further into her skin. He could feel her pulse quickening, and a moan was the only thing he could manage to say as his hand came up to knead her other breast. "Can you take your jeans off?"

"Sure."

In the fastest burst of movement she'd ever seen from him, he obliged, getting off the bed and shimmying his trousers down. She ran her hands over his stomach and down his thighs, bringing him closer.

There was no denying that both of them were clearly still very horny, so she declared, "Do you want me to suck your dick?" Blunt. Straight to the point. Short and simple. He was a little lost for words at her forward nature. "Or do you want to continue tomorrow instead? I totally understand either way."

Whatever resolve he had completely vanished at her words. "No. I mean, yeah," he mumbled, throwing her the sexiest smile he could muster up. "I would like you to put my, uh, my penis in your oral orifice."

"Why the hell did you say it like that?"

"Sweetheart, when you act all, you know, confident and sexy and shit, my brain goes -" He made an incredibly wet sounding demon noise and continued, " I have to rely on my instincts... and they usually suck."

Dumbass. He was a complete and utter dumbass, but hey, that's why she liked him. She let her head roll back as she laughed at him and got to her knees to pull his neck down to kiss her. "Would you prefer to be seated or standing, loser?"

That was a good question. He knew his answer was sitting because what if she was too good at it and he lost all balance capabilities. That was a one way ticket into making a fool of himself and having his dick out. Yeah, that would be a two for one. So, he perched down with his back resting against the headboard, and soon her knees were flush against his thighs.

Taking a minute to compose herself, she imagined the best course of action on how to do this and then placed a kiss under his belly button, reminding him, "The moment you free any discomfort -"

He hooked his pinky around hers and shook. Oh, that was a thing now between them. Cool. So they had this little, secret gesture between them. Like a best friend handshake but for sex things. You know, what typical (not totally in love with each other) best friends do.

Slowly trailing her fingertips down his torso, she reached the waistband of his underwear and glanced back up to his eyes, waiting for him to give the go ahead, which he gave with a swift nod.

With one final kiss on hip hip, she slid his underwear down and was just about to open her lips when the door downstairs whooshed open. "Hey, daughter of mine! Guess who gets to come home early for the next three days because there's a pipe that burst at the plant. That's right! Your old man."

Whoops. They were about to be in a lot of trouble if they couldn't get their clothes back on quickly.

"Shit."

"Oh shit."

Frantically, they found each article of clothing and haphazardly threw them on. For a moment, Eddie couldn't find his tshirt, but she found it and chucked it at him, managing to step into her jeans and pull them up with one hand and throw it with her other. He kicked her bra under her bed when she'd already got her shirt on and slipped her panties in his back pocket when his trousers were tugged up.

Thump, thump, thump as a pair of feet plodded up the stairs. There wasn't enough time to do his belt up and he decided to sit on her desk chair, bringing Mr. McBear to hide the tent in his jeans as she found a book and pretended to be reading out loud to him as she lounged on her bed.

"Did you hear what-" Mr. L/N's head poked into her room. "Oh, hey Ed."

"Hi, sir."

Y/N waved at him, a small smile on her face. "Hi Dad."

"Hey." The older man looked between them suspiciously and grinned widely. "What are you up to?" he asked, leaning against the doorway.

"We're just reading," replied Y/N, trying to look innocent while pretending to be engrossed in the book. it was clear that he was unconvinced. Maybe he was thinking about something else? "So... how was work today?" she asked, hoping he wouldn't catch on.

Work now wasn't something he wanted to talk about, so he dismissed it. "Yeah, it was fine." He leant against the doorframe and joked, "Ed, do you live here or something? I swear you're here more than I am."

To which, Eddie chuckled nervously and shrugged. Excuse. They needed an excuse. And they needed one now. Quickly scanning the book in her hand, Y/N came up with the perfect idea. She tried to be casual as she stated, "I'm helping this dumbass finally pass chemistry. He's not taking senior year again on my watch."

Her father raised his eyebrows, but didn't seem the least bit concerned. "Well, that's good. I believe in you, kid."

"Thanks. Ninety-eight is going to be my year. I'm sure of it."

A few seconds later, Mr. L/N cleared his throat. The couple looked at each other briefly and knew that he was about to ask something. "Uhm, Y/N, I was going to ask you something, but I'm just going to do it now because it's about the both of you."

They exchanged glances again, and Y/N felt her heart skip a beat. What's going on? Mr. L/N seemed to notice her apprehension because he hastened to add, "It's nothing bad, don't worry, it's just that, uh, I gotta ask: are the two you dating or 'going steady' or whatever you kids say these days?"

In shock, they both looked at him like he'd grown another head. It was weird. They'd never discussed this sort of thing before.

"No."

"We're not."

"What made you think that?"

"Us two? No."

"Me and Eddie? No. Us?"

"Y/N and me? That's weird."

"So weird. Like, so weird."

"I've never even thought about it." Lie.

"Me neither." Another lie.

Pretty big reaction from two people who 'weren't' into each other. Throughout the exchange Y/N's dad was pinging his focus from the one to the other, his head flitting between the two. Yeah, he didn't believe that there was nothing between them. After that, even a blind person wouldn't see how into each other they were. "Well, I'm an idiot for even thinking that was a possibility," he replied, smiling so so smugly as he exited her room and before he was downstairs, he called back, "Are you here for dinner, loverboy?"

Both of them froze where they sat. Loverboy?! Was he implying...? Of course there was nothing between them, but Eddie found himself blushing and averting his eyes. "No, I better get back to my Uncle by then. Thank you though."

Tuesday was Hellfire. The day had passed as usual. Breakfast. Class. Lunch. Blah, blah, blah. Just another day. Until the campaign commenced and it was revealed that a Tarrasque was what they had to fight. Well, not 'a', there is only one. It has a challenge rating thirty gargantuan monstrosity that stands a whopping fifty feet tall. Some of the members of the club had been getting a little confident as of late and Eddie decided to knock them back a few pegs.

"Engelbert Humperdinck, what is your move?"

Honestly, Y/N was scanning her character sheet in the hopes of an idea of what to do. There weren't a lot of options left. She had so few spell slots left. Two, to be exact: a fifth and sixth that she'd been saving for when shit hit the fan. Soon, she'd be rendered useless. "I'm going to use my final 5th level to cast a mass cur -" Finally, an idea. "Wait, Mike, how many hit points have you got left?"

"Twenty."

Never one to admit it, but currently Mike's paladin had the best chance at killing this thing because he'd cast holy weapon, meaning that every hit was doing full damage and a lot of it because he was rolling annoyingly well today. "Okay. I change my mind: a sixth level heal is going Sir Timonds way; you lose the blindness caused by Sight Rot and, therefore, you no longer have to take two away from rolls, plus add seventy hp so you don't die."

Why did that turn Eddie on? The biggest grin appeared on his face as she declared her turn. That was his little nerd.

Turns out that was a great move as on the next round Mike got a natural twenty and did a truly insane amount of damage, meaning that the creature had a quarter of their health left now.

Dustin's bard was bound to go down on the Tarrasque turn. "Surrender, you loathsome, disgusting abomination, or I will destroy you," Eddie chanted in a deep, funny sounding voice, which was a strange choice (mostly since the Tarrasque doesn't have a high enough intelligence score to be able to actually speak).

"Eat my ass, you fugly bitch," was the remark that fell from Dustin's lips. Eddie had to bite the inside of his cheek to not laugh. And eventually, the whole table was cheering, "Fugly bitch," everytime the Tarrasque said anything.

Just before the monster took its turn, Y/N slyly winked at Eddie causing him to let the d20 slip out of his hand and clatter to the floor. Fuck. She had such an effect on him sometimes. She knew it too. Her eyes sparkled with amusement as he picked up the d20 and smiled at him.

Trying to ignore the heat rising up his neck, Eddie glanced around and the other members looked at him expectantly. He swallowed thickly. Shit. "What?"

Gareth had to ask, "What did it land on?"

"It fell off the table, it doesn't count."

No. That wasn't one of the rules. Just by the way he said it, they knew it was a low role. Jeff nudged Y/N as if to say, 'you ask, he'll tell you'. So, she did. Resting her head on her hand and leaning closer to the DM screen, she coquetted, "Eddie, what was the roll?"

Eddie's cheeks started turning red, his eyes flicking between the faces staring at him. He hadn't planned on telling her that, so it came out a little stilted and forced, "Two."

"That's a miss on Strange Adrian Yikovich!"

Henderson's bard would be on his feet for another round. Additionally, his time was expanded even more when Y/N used her final slot to cast mass cure wounds and made it so that all members of the party within thirty feet (everyone but Mike) had a nice amount of regained health. n the end, Sir Timonds did drop the Tarrasque to zero and Mike felt very proud about his murder. The session was over and the boys left the room with a bunch of excited chatter, leaving the couple to pack up.

"Did you enjoy the battle today, my fair maiden?" he inquired, bringing her knuckles to his lips to kiss them gently as he spoke. As he did so, Y/N smiled warmly and found his other hand, placing them in her's to sway them.

"Yes, loser. I did, very much so." He couldn't stop himself from grinning in triumph, feeling incredibly happy that he had managed to convince her to join Hellfire in the first place.

As long as she was still beside him, he was winning. She pulled her hands away from his and instead cupped his face softly, giving him a light peck on the cheek, which clearly wasn't enough for Eddie as he took her chin between his fingers and held her in place as he gave her a proper smooch.

"I knew it!"

Busted.

"What did you forget, butthead?" Eddie huffed out, taking his focus off Y/N and glaring at Dustin.

"You guys are totally dating."

There was an awkward silence. Did the kid have to point it out? Did they really have to keep making everything difficult for him? Y/N coughed awkwardly, trying desperately to cover up whatever else she was thinking, and said, "Oh, is that your hat?" She removed herself from Eddie's clutch, retrieving the cap and giving it to Dustin, squashing it on his head and turning his shoulder to push him towards the door. "You don't want to keep your mother waiting now, do you?"

Smugly, Dustin curtsied as a response. He was rewarded with two blank faces, which just made him feel like he was more right. As he got closer to the door, he teased, "Stay safe. Always use protection, kids."

"Get out of here."

He did leave. Eventually. He kept poking his head up to look through the window pane of the door, hoping that they hadn't noticed him to see if they'd return to the previous activity. Now, the thing about Dustin Henderson is that he's very noticeable so they knew he was still lurking. Dustybun soon got bored of watching them chat as they returned the game pieces to their out of game home.

When the coast was one hundred percent clear, Eddie slumped down on his DM throne and made grabby hands at Y/N so she'd sit on his lap. She obliged, turning her upper body sideways so that he could wrap his arms around her waist. "So.... butthead knows about us."

"I'm sure everyone does. You slapped my ass as I walked past you in the hallway earlier."

"That could've been a friendly spank."

Y/N slid her hand around the back of his neck, pulling herself down just enough for him to kiss her. "Was it a friendly spank?" She flirted when they were millimetres apart, her tone teasing.

"It was very friendly."

Before he could close the gap, she slid off his lap and knelt on the ground, looking up at him as she reached for his belt and undid it. Breathlessly, he asked, "What are you doing?"

"Being friendly." She pulled the zipper down, exposing his underwear. Eddie's mouth dropped open, prompting her to smile mischievously. "We're alone here. No father's or uncle's or butthead's. I could continue what I started the other day."

Eddie thought about it for a moment, before accepting her outstretched pinkie and wiggling it. She released him from his boxers and seductively traced the side of his shaft with her fingertip, teasing him with her hand before she sucked him off.

"I overheard Susan Potterspur say that if I hold my thumb like this -" She tucked her thumb into her palm and bent her finger over it. "It lessens the gag reflex. Interesting, huh?"

"Yeah, uh, really int- oh fuck!" She licked the tip and slid his cock into her mouth. Y/N looked up at him with those beautiful eyes of hers, her tongue swirling against his shaft, her breath hot against the sensitive skin on his shaft, and a devilish smile playing on her face as she continued to tease him with her tongue, causing Eddie to moan and grind his hips against her lips.

His fingers dug into the hard wood beneath his fingers while he tried not to buck himself inside of her too far, but failed miserably when she suddenly wrapped her hand around his balls.

Taking a little breather, she pulled back from his cock, her face flushed with excitement as she smirked up at him. He was a mess. A beautiful mess. His forehead was laced with sweat and his cheeks blotchy and pink, but not as pink as his lips, which had firmly been bitten down on so he didn't make too much noise.

"Any feedback so far?"

"No. Yes. Fuck. I don't know. Keep doing what you're doing," he grunted out between breaths. She chuckled at him and decided to move his hands to her hair. He obediently held them there, knowing full well they would stay idle for long.

When she got back to it, she placed both her hands on his thighs as she moved her head downwards to lick the tip of his dick again and again, working harder each time she went down. The sight caused him to groan loudly and he grabbed fistfuls of her hair tightly as she continued working him to orgasm with her mouth. His breathing became heavier, louder, quicker and faster as he tried to control his desire, to control his moans and growls and grunts and whines that erupted from his throat at any second, but every inch of her ministrations, and every single lick of her tongue, brought forth waves of pleasure that crashed through him and threatened to break him completely.

His whole body trembled with each thrust until he couldn't take anymore and came into her mouth with a guttural cry. He panted heavily, feeling his heart race, his eyes shut tight, his teeth forcefully biting his lip to keep from screaming out her name, cracking the skin and drawing blood. The feeling subsided and left him limp on his chair.

Swallowing and taking a minute to compose herself, Y/N carefully redressed him as he regained his breath. He reached and grabbed her bag off the floor to rifle through it, retrieving her water bottle and taking one huge glug to remove the taste of blood from his mouth. She watched as he held it out to her and asked, "Does it taste bad?"

"It's salty, not bad." She accepted his offer of her own drink and took a swig. "So how did it feel getting blown on a grand ornate throne like some spoiled mediaeval king?"

"All high and mighty." She extended her hands to help him to his feet and he trailed a finger down her cheek and down her neck, stopping to lightly trace her collarbone before trailing it back up. "We should go before the janitor locks us in."

Wednesday and Thursday was actually beneficial as she forced Eddie to actually study for once in his life. She had to remind him every five minutes to do his homework as she sat opposite him in his desk, her legs folded underneath her. After that little incident, he was extra attentive to whatever she wanted him to do, and even started taking notes during class.

Well, they were mostly doodles but still... he was trying.

But Friday, there was another complication. Not complication. That implies that it genuinely was a problem and it wasn't. It totally wasn't. He could talk to other girls. Fuck, she'd be concerned if she was the only female he spoke to.

Did he have to be talking to 'little miss perfect' Chrissy Cunningham though? What on earth would they have in common? Everyone knew that she was a nice girl (well, compared to her friends) and was pretty smart and was dating the captain of the basketball team. So, yeah, she had it all. Maybe Y/N was a bit miffed because she had everything she ever needed, and if she didn't know any better, she might have thought that Chrissy Cunningham was perfect.

So, leant against the wall and waited for them to finish their conversation. At first she pretended to be busy with something but eventually gave up on pretending. The moment Eddie noticed Y/N out of the corner of his eye, he stopped mid sentence and gestured for her to walk over, holding his hand out for her to take as soon as she was close enough.

"Y/N, Chrissy. Chrissy, Y/N."

Chrissy smiled brightly at her and said, "Hey."

Y/N returned it politely back and awkwardly rubbed the back of her neck. "Hi." She could tell by the way Eddie's grip on her hand tightened that he wanted her to say something else so she racked her brain to think of anything that didn't sound stupid. "I like your hair. And your nails. They're really pretty."

The blonde's smile grew wider as she replied, "Thanks! And yours is really pretty too! It matches your eyes perfectly!"

"You think so?" Y/N asked hopefully. It's funny, but Y/N always felt a little insecure when people complimented her appearance. Even though she was usually quite self confident, she couldn't help but worry that someone would see through her facade and realise who she really was.

Eddie, however, always reassured her.

"I know so." He cleared his throat, bringing them both back to reality. "So, anyway, your boyfriend is glaring at us over there, probably wondering why you're talking to the freaks." He gestured towards Jason who was standing, arms crossed, his head tilted slightly to the right.

As Chrissy caught his eye, she waved shyly back at him with a smile, earning her a glare. "I better go before he comes over here. Bye Eddie. Nice meeting you, Y/N." Y/N nodded, and Chrissy skipped away, her ponytail bouncing behind her, a smile still plastered on her face.

When she was gone, Eddie turned and gave Y/N a playful nudge. "Oooh. You made a friend."

"Shut up," she retorted, shoving him back. "She doesn't seem as annoying and bratty as her friends."

He yanked her by the waist against him to tease, "Annoying and bratty? Why aren't you friends with them? You'd fit right in." He moved closer to kiss her, but she pulled away. "Please?" He begged, "Just one?"

Giving in in an instant, she grinned. "Fine. One," she conceded. "But only one." He sighed happily and kissed her softly, running his fingers through her hair tenderly.

"You two are gross."

Gareth and Nate had been walking past as they saw the couple kiss. They looked a little disgusted at the display. Gareth scoffed, "Pussywhipped or just too good to hang out with us, Ed?"

"Too good for you idiots." Eddie smirked. "Go home and die. And stop staring at me like that." Both of them laughed, not bothered by the fact that Eddie was clearly Y/N's bitch.

"See ya, saliva swappers," Nate called out as they walked off. Gareth turned and blew a kiss to Y/N and got two sets of middle fingers in return.

Eddie rolled his eyes and muttered a curse under his breath as he glared after them. "Assholes," he mumbled jovially. Y/N let out a laugh and leaned into him as they began their walk towards his van.

"Come on, let's get you home," he smiled and pressed a chaste kiss to her temple before they climbed inside.

The moment Y/N made it to her room she expected Eddie to attack her with smooches or a tackle or a bombardment of questions. But, he didn't.

Instead, he merely walked over to the bed and dropped onto it, sighing happily as he stretched his limbs, his shirt riding up his stomach. He closed his eyes, resting his head on the pillow. Y/N glanced over, her eyes scanning his frame as she took in his beauty once more. A few strands of hair fell from the messy bun he had put it in earlier, framing his face.

She stared at him quietly, watching him breathe slowly with his eyes shut. Then, she walked closer to him and placed her hands on either side of his face. She brushed her thumb along the corners of his lips, then slowly stroked his jawline, caressing him softly with affection. Her other hand gently ran her fingers through his tousled hair, untangling the knots she found there. Finally, she cooed, "Tired, baby?" His eyes opened lazily, and he gazed at her sleepily.

"Yeah, tired. Tired," he murmured dreamily, leaning forward and pressing a soft kiss to her palm. "Thank you."

Her fingers traced his jawline again and she whispered, "For what?"

Sluggishly, he stared at her with such longing that it nearly overwhelmed her and she swallowed hard. "For caring about me." He gave her a lopsided grin and lay back, letting his eyes slip shut again.

Y/N's heart fluttered. She planted a light kiss on his forehead and crawled into bed next to him. "Of course I care about you, loser. How could I not? I love you."

Shit. Shit shit shit. He can't hear that. Shit. He has to be asleep.

Nope. Not yet. She felt him roll towards her and wrap his arm around her waist, pulling her body closer to his. "I know you do," he replied softly, nuzzling his nose into her hair and inhaling deeply. "l love you too."

It was a simple statement, uttered in such a calm sleepy tone and it warmed her to the core and caused her cheeks to grow warm. After he drifted off to sleep, Y/N laid awake in bed, unable to fall asleep due to the loud pounding of her heart in her chest. She kept turning her head to look at Eddie's sleeping face and admiring his features and how beautiful he looked.

Even while sleeping, his mouth curled up in an adorable little pout and his brows were furrowed. She watched as he breathed slowly and evenly, his mouth slightly open. She couldn't believe she was looking at this guy, the boy of her dreams, whose lips were almost touching hers.

Was she ready? Yes. Did she want this? Absolutely. Wasn't she nervous? No. Yes. Sort of? Maybe? She had no idea. It was hard to think when he was like this; lying next to her, breathing deeply and peacefully, and so gorgeous.

Mr L/N was the one to wake Eddie up. It was an accident, as it had been the first time. He'd arrived home from work and, like usual, wanted to go up and annoy his daughter before dinner, only to find her shushing him as soon as he entered her bedroom.

"Do not go and get a camera," she joked, gently running her hand through Eddie's hair and smiling as he whined in protest.

"Why not?" he asked indignantly. "I'm only here to document your 'friendship'." He made sure to fully emphasise 'friendship' for obvious reasons.

Y/N chuckled, knowing exactly where this conversation would lead. "We're not dating," she reminded him. "We're just... uh, you know, spending some time together. Like friends do." He raised an eyebrow at her but remained silent. "And, I mean, don't act like you don't already have a bunch of creepy pictures, dad."

"You wound me, my little princess." Mr L/N pretended to be wounded by her words. He dramatically placed a hand over his chest. "My own daughter is calling me names."

In an attempt to look cool, her dad tried to lean on the bookcase to his left but hit the edge of a hefty book instead, toppling it over and not reacting in time before it fell on his foot.

"Fuck!" Mr L/N cried out in pain, clutching his foot as he stumbled back into the room, cursing loudly and waking Eddie up. Y/N titterd, covering her mouth with her hand to stifle the laughter bubbling up inside of her as she watched her father hop around.

On the other side of the movement spectrum, Eddie came out of his nap as a confused, sluggish state overtook him. He glanced over at Y/N, a small smile tugging at his lips. "Babe, what's going on?" he slurred.

"Nothing," she replied sweetly. "Dad just dropped a book on his foot and he went nuts."

With a groan, Eddie sat up and rubbed his eyes, trying to clear away the fog in his brain. When he finally succeeded in clearing the haze away, he glanced over to see Mr L/N sitting on the ground rubbing his foot and grumbling curses, glaring daggers at Y/N.

"Usually friends don't call each other 'babe', Y/N." Mr L/N pointed out. Shit. She hadn't even realised Eddie called her 'babe'.

"Uh…"

"No need to be embarrassed, darling. I'm not as stupid as you might think." He got up and hobbled out. "Y/N, ask your boyfriend if he wants to stay for pizza."

She turned to Eddie. "Do you?"

"Um yeah. Sure."

And that's what they did. The three of them ate pizza in front of the television and talked about random stuff. They talked about everything and anything under the sun. It was nice, actually. More than nice really. It was wonderful.

Everything was perfect. Everything seemed right. Nothing felt weird. She never imagined herself being in this situation. But, she wasn't complaining. Not one bit. In fact, it felt good. Really good.

"I better go before Uncle Wayne gets concerned," Eddie muttered as he yawned widely, stretching his arms above his head and grinning happily at Y/N as he did so. "Thanks for the pizza, Mr L/N."

"Don't mention it, son."

Mr L/N grinned as he got up from the couch and ruffled Eddie's hair on the way to his bedroom, giving the two some privacy to say goodbye. As Eddie stood, Y/N followed and they both walked towards the door.

"Remember that the garage said I can pick my car up tomorrow so I'll be at yours around six, okay?" Y/N questioned, trying to refrain herself from pushing him over as he did his laces up.

Eddie nodded. "Okay, sounds good." He finished tying his shoe and straightened up, placing a hand on Y/N's hip and pulling her close to him, "Bye, beautiful," he mumbled against her hair and pressed another kiss against her temple then his hand behind her neck, tilting his chin up and pressing a long, chaste kiss against her lips.

"Bye, loser. I love you."

He hadn't stepped that far away, but at her words, he hurried back for a moment for just one more quick kiss, wrapping his arms around her waist and holding her tightly. "Love you too," he declared against her mouth, feeling slightly delirious that they said that to one another now. He lingered there for just a second longer before reluctantly releasing her and waving as he walked to his van.

When he got back home, he threw his backpack down onto the sofa and flopped onto it with something that was similar to a squeal of pure happiness. He laughed to himself and buried his face into the pillow he was laying on, his eyes fluttering closed as he basked in the joy of finally saying those three little words that had been stuck in his throat for so long. It was liberating, exhilarating even.

The final Friday arrived and he pulled up on her drive, checking how good his hair looked in the rear view mirror, smoothing out his clothes as best he could.

"Long time no see, babe."

Shit. He'd been too busy in his own little world. Eddie jumped as he heard Y/N's voice calling his name from the window and smiled nervously. "Hey, you," he greeted, wondering why she hadn't just jumped in like she usually did.

"Unlock the door, dumbass." He rolled his eyes but obliged after hearing her order. He opened the door for her and took his breakfast from her hands once she was inside. "Your hair looks so good today." Her compliment caused butterflies to stir inside of him and he didn't bother trying to hide it.

"Well, I feel pretty."

"Oh really?" she said teasingly, raising an eyebrow as she leaned forward and raked her hand through his hair. "Ah, you actually washed it for once. Got big plans tonight?"

"Yeah." He smirked devilishly. "A date."

Could planning to fuck be classed as a date? Who knows. "A date?" she gasped playfully, feigning shock. "With whom?"

"Just one of many women who've taken a fancy to me recently, so yes, I may or may not be going on a date."

"What an unfortunate girl."

"That's what I thought too."

The date in question couldn't come soon enough as he waited impatiently, watching as the clock counted down the minute, watching as she got closer and closer. His heart was beating faster, pounding wildly in his chest, sending tingles throughout his whole body. He couldn't wait to make love to her. Make her scream and moan. And he knew exactly how to do it. Well, he had an educated guess.

At the time, Y/N believed that the garage finishing with her car earlier than expected was a good thing. They could spend even more time together, which would be great. But, as she arrived at half five, she noticed movement by a window and decided that she wanted to freak him out a little.

So, she crept up to the window, fully prepared to make some creepy noises and maybe the odd howl or two, and stopped in place.

"Fuck, Crystal, Take it, baby. Take it all."

Fucking excuse me? There was no doubt that it was Eddie's voice. That couldn't be possible! Did he seriously just… Wait? Yeah, right, that was definitely a woman's voice too. It sounded a little strange, but no, definitely a female that wasn't Y/N. So, did this mean that someone else was in there with him? It had to. It was impossible. Right? Unless, unless it meant…

"Oh, fuck, baby. Don't stop. Don't stop, baby."

Her mind raced. This couldn't be happening. No, it couldn't possibly be real. And if she looked further, she could confirm that it was. Yeah, it was best to run away. It was best to get in her car and drive home and pretend that she'd never loved him in the first place because, despite what he may have claimed last night, he clearly didn't love her.

But, as Y/N slowly backed away and started walking towards her car, hoping against hope that this whole ordeal was just some sort of sick joke of Eddie's, her heart sank as she realised that it wasn't. She'd fallen for his bullshit, for whatever reason.

Well, the reason was love. Pure fucking love.

As she drove away, tears pricked at her eyes but refused to fall. If they did, she'd be another heartbroken whiny teen. And she wouldn't stand for that. Besides, she still had to get home and not worry her father. So, she kept her eyes focused straight ahead and made sure to keep driving as normal and not filled with the unstable urge to go as fast as possible.

Still trying to pretend she was okay, she pulled into the driveway and let out a shaky breath as she quickly slammed her car door, sprinting into the house and ignoring her father's shouts of her name as she ran upstairs. Once safely inside her room she slammed the door shut, locked it and collapsed onto her bed.

Tears began rolling down her cheeks as she cried softly, her entire body shaking as she held herself. She wished, she wished so bad that she'd never loved him. It was better this way, right? She just had to ignore it. Ignore him. Ignore the feelings. Ignore them. And then they would go away. They would go away, and she would be happy again. Just as she always should be. Because of course, it had to end like this, didn't it? Of course. Why the hell wouldn't it? She was so stupid to believe otherwise.

All of the princes in fairy tales are douchebags, so why shouldn't real men be just as bad?

She wiped away the stray tears that fell from her cheeks and sighed deeply, trying to steady her trembling fingers and calm her frantic breathing. She needed to calm down. Get rid of the thoughts. The thoughts that were tearing her apart from the inside.

"You're pathetic," she murmured softly, turning her head to look at the photo of the Hellfire Club that she kept on her dresser and smiled sadly as she stared at her reflection in the pane. "How could you ever let yourself love him?" she asked it silently, shaking her head as she tried to convince herself that it was her fault.

Sleep has reparative properties. Rest would fix this, she was sure of it. She huffed out a deep sigh and got under the covers, spying Mr McBear facing her on the desk chair. She reached for the stuffed toy and hugged him tightly, closing her eyes and letting her mind drift off to sleep.

Back in his trailer, Eddie had no idea that he was seriously in the dog house. He waited and waited for her to show up that evening. After almost three hours of sitting around waiting, his patience finally wore thin and he had to take matters into his own hands.

Taking his keys out of his pocket, he drove to her house, parking a bit down the road so her father wouldn't know he was intending to stay the night. He managed to climb onto her garage and haul himself through her window. It wasn't easy. He had to use the windowsill to pull himself over to the top of it, but eventually he found it. He climbed over and entered her room quietly to find her asleep.

Yet, she didn't look happy like she usually did when he came round. In fact, she looked extremely upset, like she was having some sort of nightmare. He approached her carefully and placed a soft kiss on the side of her head. He felt her tense up as he stroked her arm lightly, looking over her with concern. "Y/N?" Her eyes snapped open and she looked up at him, a pained expression on her face. "Are you alright? You don't look very well."

"I'm fine."

"No, you're not." She glared back and roughly turned away from him, clutching the teddy a little tighter to her chest, refusing to make eye contact with him. "Are you sick or something? Did you get Sinclar's stomach bug?"

Frankly, she was not in the mood to talk. Not now. Not ever. She was furious with him. Furious that he'd hurt her. Furious that he'd used her trust and friendship against her like this. She was also pissed at herself. How could she have been so stupid?

"Just fuck off." He furrowed his brows in confusion before moving to sit beside her, wrapping an arm around her and pulling her close, forcing her to lean against his chest. He rested his chin on her shoulder as he watched her stare blankly in front of her. "Why are you here anyway?"

What kind of a question was that? "We had a date. Didn't we?" He kissed her neck lightly and quietly repeated, "Didn't we?"

"We did," she muttered bitterly. "Did, as in past tense."

"Oh, come on." His arms tightened around her waist and he rubbed small circles on her back as he spoke softly. "I thought you were excited about it."

"I was." She smashed her face further into her pillow and couldn't help the tears that began to stream down her cheeks once again. She really didn't want to cry. Especially not like that. Not in front of him, not like this. Not when she knew that everything was coming to an end and she couldn't do anything to prevent it. Not now. Not while her heart was breaking.

It took him absolutely no time for him to notice how uneven her breathing was and how her shoulders shook slightly as she cried. Gently, he pushed down on her shoulder in the hopes that would make her reveal her face to him but she remained unmoving.

"Y/N, please, talk to me." His voice broke as he spoke the words, a slight hint of panic entering his tone and making him shake her gently. Was he crying? It sounded as if he was about to cry too.

As she continued to cry, he pressed his lips against her hair, inhaling her scent deeply as he wrapped his arms firmly around her and held her tightly against his chest. Almost every fibre in her body told her to get out of his embrace, to push him off and yell, but she couldn't muster enough strength in her exhausted, emotionally drained state to do anything other than stay there.

Because maybe if she didn't push him off, she could feel what it was like to be with him for just a few minutes more.

She sniffled weakly as she continued to sob softly in silence. She had absolutely no interest whatsoever in talking about it. Talking would only bring out the pain she was feeling inside. Talking was not going to change anything.

"Eddie, can you do me a favour?"

"Anything. I'll do anything."

"For the first time in your life, shut the fuck up." His jaw dropped and he instantly closed it, knowing full well she meant what she said. He swallowed loudly and cleared his throat. He didn't say another word as she lay there against him, her sobs gradually slowing to quiet hiccups and breaths becoming steadier as she slowly cried herself to sleep.

Eddie stayed there for hours, allowing her tears to wash over him in silence as he just sat there and held her close, rubbing slow soothing circles on her back as his heart shattered beneath his fingertips.

He wanted nothing more than to reach out and wipe her tears away but instead he stayed silent and simply let her rest in his arms, hoping that she'd eventually feel better. Eventually. He hoped desperately.

Waking in the morning, Y/N expected to find herself alone. And she was. He'd seemingly left before she woke up. Which was fine by her. She wasn't sure how much longer she could handle seeing or speaking to him. But she did miss the sound of his voice. She missed the feel of his arms wrapped securely around her.

Or maybe it wasn't fine. Her hand brushed against the spot where he usually slept and she felt those damned tears wet her cheeks again. God, she felt so awful. How was it possible for someone to actually care for another person and leave them like this? Was it even possible? She curled up in a ball and just let it out, holding onto her knees tightly as hot tears streamed down her cheeks, dampening the sheets beneath her.

Now, Eddie hadn't left. She'd just managed to wake up in the time where he was using the bathroom. And, honestly, him getting out of bed was probably the thing that started to wake her up. So when he returned to her room and saw her lying there, he immediately felt his heart ache painfully in his chest. He couldn't even begin to describe how terrible he felt at that moment. Seeing her like that was like a knife stabbing right into his heart; piercing it straight through.

"Hey, hey." His voice cracked as he caressed her skin tenderly, watching as she flinched slightly at his touch, her breath hitching as she clutched onto the blanket tightly.

"Please don't touch me." Her voice wavered slightly and she squeezed her eyes shut, not daring to look at him. Her words hurt him, causing him to wince and bite his lower lip. He'd never seen anyone look so sad and broken before and it made him angry. Angry because he didn't understand why she was acting like this. Angry because he didn't know what else he could possibly do to comfort her without making things worse.

"Look at me, beautiful." He tried to keep his voice soft and gentle so that she wouldn't snap at him. "Please. Please look at me." Still nothing. "Y/N..."

Finally, after what seemed like ages, her teary eyes drifted upwards, meeting his gaze. There was such hatred there. Pure hatred. It was as if she wanted nothing more than to hit him in the face, break every bone in his body and send him flying across the room. This wasn't Y/N's usual self. This wasn't his Y/N.

"Do you know a Crystal, Edward?" she spat, anger clear in her tone as her fists clenched at her sides.

"Crystal?" He furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, confused as to what she was asking him, why she'd ask him that. "No, can't say that I do."

Lovely. He had just said what she suspected was a lie. She sighed tiredly and ran a shaking hand through her dishevelled hair. Of course, he didn't realise what she was referring to.

"Please leave." Her voice was barely above a whisper, yet it caused his chest to tighten as he felt his heart shatter completely. He shook his head and frowned.

"But-"

"I said leave, Eddie." He looked up to see her eyes narrowed into sharp slits, staring at him angrily. He stared at her silently for a couple of seconds before reluctantly rising to his feet, giving her one last sympathetic glance before walking out of the bedroom.

As soon as he was gone, Y/N buried her face into her hands and groaned deeply as she cried into them. And she continued to cry for the whole weekend.

The amount of times Eddie called the house, only for either her father to answer or the phone immediately put down on him was immeasurable. It drove him insane. He was desperate to talk to her. To hold her. Or hug her. He just wanted her to open up to him. To tell him what was wrong. The more she kept pushing him away, the more he found himself wanting to hold her. And he hated that. He hated how much he needed her. How much he loved her.

And it drove him mad. Because all he wanted to do was kiss her. Kiss her until they were both breathless and sweaty. Kiss her until they forget their troubles and everything else. Just her and him together. He wanted that badly. He wanted it more than he'd ever wanted anything before.

School on Monday was...different.

There was something almost unnatural. The air surrounding Y/N seemed heavy and she refused to meet his eye when he walked into the classroom, sitting in front of her like he always did. She didn't want to be near him. Didn't want to speak to him. Didn't want to even look at him. Even though every cell in her body screamed at her that she needed to.

At lunch, she was nowhere to be found..He sighed heavily as he sat down next to Mike, stealing an apple from his lunchbox and taking a big bite out of it.

"Where's Y/N?" Mike questioned curiously, a frown marrying his features as he studied his friend closely.

"Yeah, Ed's, where is your girlfriend?" Gareth asked, hoping that teasing him a little would bring him out of whatever mope he was in. It didn't work. Eddie glared at Gareth darkly and shoved his hands in his pockets before shrugging, avoiding answering the question.

Y/N didn't sit with the Hellfire Club for three days. She also missed their session. Not that she'd admit it. She'd been too scared to. Scared to face Eddie again after everything that happened. But it didn't stop her from missing them, or even the sessions.

Weirdly, on the third lunchtime, an unlikely visitor arrived at the Hellfire table. Chrissy Cunningham. She tapped Eddie on the shoulder and asked, "Is Y/N okay? I see her in the library all the time, I -"

Rudely, he didn't listen to the last part of Chrissy's sentence. He didn't even respond. got up and rushed immediately to the library. She was left a little shocked and looked out at the other boys at the table, giving them an awkward wave before returning to her seat.

There she was. All hidden away in the library like some nerd, Y/N sat in the corner with her Walkman on and a book out. She looked utterly miserable. Eddie couldn't take his eyes off her. He wanted to get closer to her and pull her into his arms once more. He wanted to hold her close and never let go.

Instead he watched as she moved to pick up her pencil and opened her notebook, writing in it quietly. He stood there watching her intently for a few minutes, just admiring her, drinking it all in.

Then he sat in the chair next to her. She knew it was him without even needing to look up. She tensed slightly in his presence but otherwise ignored him.

When his fingers slowly snaked their way up her arm, his fingers gently pulling the pencil out of her hand and placing it aside, she remained completely quiet. That's okay, she just brought out another pencil. Then he took that pencil. So she got another one. And he took that one. And another. And another.

Fuck. She was out of pencils.

Fine, she turned her Walkman up, holding each earbud closer to her ears to really drown him out. He pulled her headphones out.

"Prick." She muttered, her eyes narrowing dangerously at him as she reached up to grab the headphones from his grasp. "Let go."

Eddie leaned back in his chair as he watched her carefully, looking up at her expression and then down at the headphones. "Were you listening to Joy Division?" She simply nodded, crossing her arms over her chest and glaring at him. "You always do that when you're sad. Which album? Unknown Pleasures?"

Correct. She pursed her lips into a thin line, refusing to reply to him.

"So, you're not going to answer my questions?" Eddie asked hesitantly, leaning forward and resting his elbows on the table. Y/N just continued to glare at him, obviously ignoring his question. "Come on, babe, I'm sorry. I don't know what I've done but I'm sorry." His voice softened slightly, the guilt seeping into his tone.

She looked down. "Whatever," She whispered.

"Y/N..." He murmured, reaching up to place his hand on her thigh, squeezing lightly. "Please. Talk to me."

Her eyes widened slightly at the contact but she remained staring determinedly at the floor as she admitted, "I got to your house earlier on Friday as a surprise."

"So you did come." He smiled softly, knowing that she was trying to avoid eye contact but failing miserably. "Why didn't you come in?"

"You were busy."

Oh. Oh, now he knew who Crystal was.

Unable to stop himself he let out a boisterous cackle, causing the librarian to shush him loudly. "Sorry!" He whispered sheepishly and turned back around to face Y/N. She wasn't there. She had gotten up and walked to put her book back when he laughed in her face.

"Shit. Shit. Shit," he cursed and quickly rose to his feet, rushing to scout for her. It didn't take long for him to find her. She was standing by one of the bookcases, trying to find the proper place for her books. As soon as he spotted her, he rushed towards her, practically tackling her into the wood of the bookshelves.

Each hand was placed on either side of her so she couldn't escape from what he needed to tell her. She was boxed in and forced to listen as he explained, "Crystal is a porn star. Crystal Palace."

"So you fucked a porn star. Good for you." She muttered sarcastically whilst rolling her eyes.

"No. Porn stars are in what kind of movie."

"Porn." The realisation hit. "You were jacking off." Then another one hit. "Why were you watching porn? Couldn't you have waited half an hour."

Nervously, he looked away and divulged, "I stole it from Family Video last week and I originally planned to use it as, like, a guide. But I forgot that it's made to turn people on and... and I couldn't help myself."

Now it was her turn to laugh, "You're an absolute loser," and shook her head in disbelief. Before he could refute that claim (not that he would), she tugged at his neck to bring his lips to hers. It was soft at first, almost hesitant, but the second that they started kissing, he responded. He kissed her like a man starved. Well, since he had been deprived of her for too long.

Despite being in a school library, the kiss got heated rather quickly. He wasn't sure how stable the bookcases were, but they'd soon find out as he pushed her against them, deepening the kiss and grinding up against her, desperate for any sort of touch that would make him close to her again. Any sign that would mean that she still wanted him.

Suddenly he heard someone clear their throat behind them. They broke apart instantly and Eddie whipped around to see the librarian glaring at them.

"Sorry ma'am." He muttered, running a hand through his hair. "We'll take this outside." He offered the librarian a polite smile before grabbing Y/N's wrist and dragging her outside the door, giggling as they walked past the students and towards the exit.

They ended up in the small clearing just outside school, which was empty except for them, the tall grass swaying in the breeze, the sunlight shining brightly through the trees above them as if it were trying to shine light on Y/N's face just for him. As they were alone now, he wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her impossibly close to him again. Her body fit perfectly against his.

"Eddie, I swear to God." She murmured, playfully poking him in the chest. "Stop being such a horny idiot."

"But it's all I've ever known," he whined, pouting at her. She just rolled her eyes. "And I can't get enough of you! Every minute I spend not touching you is torture!"

She giggled. "Good thing I love you then, huh?" He grinned at her and grabbed her chin between his thumb and forefinger, tilting it up slightly so he could capture her lips again. He tried to deepen it. To show her that he loved her. More than anything. More than anyone else. And definitely more than porn. His hands slid to rest at the small of her back while hers reached up to tangle in his hair and pull him in deeper, moaning against his tongue.

It felt incredible. It felt so good to be able to touch her again. To feel her skin beneath his fingertips. He was starving for this contact. For her.

After what seemed like forever, he finally pulled away, gasping for breath. He rested his forehead against hers, feeling her breathe deeply next to him. "I'm sorry," she said, breaking the silence. "For thinking you cheated on me. I should've, you know, known you wouldn't do that."

He just gave her a warm smile and squeezed her waist again. "Yeah, it was pretty stupid."

A small smirk tugged at the corners of her mouth. "Can I see this Crystal? What did you say her last name was? Palace?"

"I highly doubt that's her actual name." He chuckled, shaking his head slightly with his nose pressed against hers. "But I suppose I could show you the video some time."

"You suppose." Y/N mimicked. She paused for a moment before adding, "I really am sorry though. I shouldn't have jumped to conclusions like that."

Waving it off, he squidged her hip and proclaimed that, "It's fine."

"No, it's not. If I had asked about it when you climbed into my window - I'm very impressed that you managed that by the way - it would've been so much easier. I wouldn't have depleted all the liquid from my body." She sighed, leaning her head back and closing her eyes. "Crying sucks."

"You're telling me." Eddie mumbled as he closed his eyes too. She never even considered that he could've been as much of a teary mess as she was.

The two of them sat like that for a while, leaning against each other, taking in each other's presence and enjoying the fact that both of them were here, together, and no longer separated by the mysterious Crystal.

Eddie's trailer was a welcome surprise when they arrived after school. He opened the door for her, smiling as he gestured for her to go inside.

"Thank you, Ed."

"Anytime, beautiful." He smiled softly, allowing his fingers to linger on top of hers before releasing her hand and walking in behind her.

As soon as the door shut, he pulled her onto him by the waist, wrapping his arms tightly around her and burying his nose in the crook of her neck. A happy sigh escaped her lips at the gesture. She knew what was coming and she couldn't stop herself from tensing up.

"Hey baby," Eddie spoke softly, gently pulling away and cupping her cheek. "You know I love you, right?" He spoke sincerely, making her heart melt a little bit at his words.

"Of course." She replied, smiling at him lovingly.

"Don't forget it." He pressed a quick kiss to her lips before pulling her to his room and pushing her gently down onto his bed.

Once her bottom had touched the soft mattress and her head was resting comfortably on the pillow, Eddie crawled on top of her, straddling her hips while he stared down at her adoringly. This was all that he could think about. The way she was looking at him like he hung the moon; the way her hands felt on his body, rubbing up and down soothingly as she caressed him.

"I bought some condoms, wanna test them out?"

"Did you buy them or steal them?"

"Does it matter?"

Definitely stolen.

To answer his original question, she stood up and yanked her shirt over her head, shimmying out of her jeans, letting them fall to the floor. He took a deep breath and watched as she slipped her panties and bra off, dropping them in a pile on the floor too. He let out a low whistle at the sight of her bare breasts and held out his pinky, which she immediately shook.

They were doing this.

"Fuck," he whispered under his breath as his gaze roamed over every inch of her body. All of her curves, everything about her was perfect, every flaw completely worth it to him.

"Want some help?" She questioned, snapping him out of his thoughts. Without even realising it, he began unzipping his pants. He hadn't noticed what he was doing until she helped him out of his jeans. Once his trousers were removed, she reached down and ran her nails lightly across his thigh muscles. It sent electricity surging through him, sending shocks of pleasure throughout his entire body.

"Baby..." He moaned as he continued removing his clothes. Then once they were both naked and lying down next to each other, he slowly reached over and trailed his finger from one breast to the other, tracing the outline. He didn't stop until he came across the nipple. He placed his mouth against it, sucking lightly as she arched her back and closed her eyes. "God, Y/N," he groaned, rolling the tip of his tongue around it.

When he saw her arch her back further, his hands moved to the other breast. He dragged his mouth and teeth along the soft flesh before sucking hard, leaving red marks in his wake. Y/N moaned loudly, the vibrations causing his cock to twitch in response.

"Fuck babe," he breathed out as she began tugging on his hair, biting at the skin on his shoulder. "Fucking hell." He was barely able to form a coherent sentence anymore. His lips travelled down her stomach, kissing and licking at every inch of her, leaving small marks wherever he went and leaving hickeys everywhere.

But there was no way he was going to be satisfied without touching every single part of her. Even the smallest spot.

So he trailed kisses and bites down her thighs, his hands travelling lower and lower until he found her clit. He smirked against her skin when he felt how wet she already was, the slickness coating her folds and sending tingles through his skin. He began rubbing circles around her clit, keeping pace with her moans, humming a soft tune that matched the rhythm of his fingers.

This bit he was fine with. The bit before he put his dick in her, yeah, he'd done it before. There were no worries about that part.

Slowly but surely, her breathing became heavier and deeper and he heard the hitch of her inhale as she gripped fistfuls of sheets beneath her when he began to finger fuck. Just hearing her like that made his own breathing grow heavy as well.

His fingers stilled for a second as he looked up at her face. She was flushed bright red, her expression contorted into one of utter bliss. She seemed to notice his staring, and smiled widely at him. He smirked back, returning to stroking her clit with his fingers. She whimpered.

That made him grin wider.

"Oh god, Eddie," she begged, her eyes fluttering shut and her voice hoarse. "Please fuck me."

"Sure thing, sweetheart." With an impish grin that tried to hide how nervous he truly was, he placed himself delicately against the entrance of her pussy. He paused for only a second, then slid in easily.

She let out a soft gasp at the sudden intrusion, and his eyes fell closed at the sensation, his hands reaching up to tangle in her hair. When he was fully inside her, he began moving, thrusting slowly at first, making sure he wasn't hurting her.

"Holy shit. Holy fuc-kin shit. Yeah, baby, take all of me," he muttered, his jaw slackening as he began moving faster. He buried his face into her shoulder, trying his best to remain steady. He began to feel dizzy as he kept fucking her with all of his might, unable to control himself. She gasped louder each time he hit her sensitive spot, moaning and writhing underneath him, gripping handfuls of the sheets.

Every movement sent waves of pleasure coursing through his body. Every moan, every movement, every brush of her body against his caused electricity to travel from his toes to his brain. He clenched his teeth, fighting not to lose it. He was close. Too close.

And he knew she was close too. Her moans increased in volume, sounding like someone who was losing their voice. He could tell just how desperate she was getting. "Shit, baby... You're so tight. So, so tight," he groaned, feeling sweat roll down his forehead.

"Ed-" She called out, panting heavily. "I'm gonna -" He moaned deeply at the feeling of her walls clenching around him. After a few seconds passed, she pulled back, gasping for air as he continued to thrust against her.

"Shit, Y/N. Yeah, just like that," he breathed as she wrapped her legs around his hips and began moving them slightly. He was getting closer to his release now. He could feel the burning desire growing within him with every moment that passed. He grabbed hold of her hand and squeezed as he felt his release, letting out a loud moan as his orgasm took over.

Fully spent, he felt his arms go weak and dropped onto her chest, his breathing ragged and his head spinning. She wrapped her arms around him and pressed gentle kisses to his shoulder as he recovered, nuzzling his face into her neck.

"I think we forgot to put the condom on you," She pointed out, running her fingers through his thick dark locks. He lifted his head and gave her a lazy smile.

"Whoops." He chuckled, pressing a short peck on her lips. With his head resting on her chest, he listened to her heartbeat, enjoying the sound of her beating heart and the sound of her breathing. It calmed him down instantly. She was there. That's all that mattered.

That, and the fact that he finally got to see her naked. That was pretty cool too.

"How do you feel?" He asked after a couple minutes of silence.

"I see why people do that now," she responded, grinning brightly at him. "It feels pretty good."

He nodded in agreement as he looked up at her, admiring her beauty. Her hair falling gracefully down her shoulders and cascading softly across the pillow. Her eyes glazed over with lust, her plump lips pursed together seductively. And most importantly, he loved the way her cheeks blushed whenever he looked at her, how her eyes lit up whenever he said something especially sappy to her.

"Only pretty good?" He teased, then started mimicking her moans in a very annoying fashion that made her slap at his arm playfully.

"Ow!"

"Shut your trap," she chuckled as she snuggled closer to him and closed her eyes. She sighed happily, resting her head on top of his. "You okay? How did it feel for you?"

"I thought I was going to blow the moment I put it in." She laughed again, covering her mouth with her free hand. He raised an eyebrow, chuckling. "But no, I didn't. It was just really intense. Really hot. So hot that I completely forgot to kiss you during it."

Woah, she hadn't even realised that.

"You can always make up for lost time now," she flirted, seductively trailing her finger up his back.

Eddie didn't need to be told twice. He surged upwards, grabbing Y/N wrists so he could pin them above her head as he smashed his lips against hers, devouring her with all the passion that had built up within him. And she returned it eagerly, her fingers curling into his hair and pulling him closer as their tongues tangled.

"Damn," she murmured breathlessly once they finally parted from each other. "We should do that more often."

"Yeah, we should."

They were still losers and freaks, but at least they couldn't be called virgin's anymore.

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Chapter Sixteen (Part 3)

Hours later, when the sun has finally begun to dip behind the hills, Jen and I meet up with the others under a red sunset sky at one of the small stages. Shane, Joe and Kasper really want to see Pendulum, which is why we’re all here, but I can tell by the indignant faces of Jen and Jude that electronic dance music isn’t quite their inclination. Claire, on the other hand, has cheeks flushed with pink and looks thrilled with herself, her fingers linked with Shane’s now, in a public gesture of their affections towards each other, and while it should be freaky to see them together, something about it just isn’t. They look normal like that. I catch her eye to smile at her and she beams back, her whole face crinkling up with delight. “I hope you had a good day.” I mouth to her. 

“No I swear, it’s a good show.” Kasper is saying to Jen, after she grumbles about having to be there. “It doesn’t matter if you don’t like the music when it’s on the radio, it’s a different feeling in person.” He throws his arm around me and tries to garner my support. “You agree, don’t you Evie?”

“I’m up for anything.” I say. 

“Great!” He pats me on the back and then we shove our way deep into the crowd. “Let’s get in there, so.”

It’s rowdier and sweatier in this crowd than it was at Fleet Foxes, but I can’t say I’m too surprised. I’m crammed in with people who have been drinking all day, all packed in together like sardines in a tin. Someone near me didn’t even bother to wear a t-shirt, and I’m disgusted by how much he stinks when he brushes against me to get past. The air is thick with heat and sweat, and the anticipation of looking up at the blackened stage makes me tense and excited at the same time. Then the band walks out onto it, and red lights erupt into the sky and the crowd starts cheering, a roaring, masculine sound as hundreds of hands shoot upwards. I just do what everyone else is doing, and as the first notes of a song start playing, there is a feeling in my stomach that unfurls and spreads all over my body. I close my eyes as I let solid beats of the drums reverberate through the ground and into me, feeling like it’s invaded my bones and flesh and become part of my body. 

Everyone begins jumping around madly, shouldering each other from side to side like they’re collectively losing their minds and I just go limp and move with the wave. It’s kind of thrilling to abandon yourself like this, and I lift my hands to the sky and watch the light show, blue and red and green against the darkening sky. It’s so hot, but I let the sweat roll down my face. A hand curls around the back of my neck, and Jude’s mouth is at my ear. “You okay?” His breath against my cheek is like a kiss. 

“Yeah, it’s amazing.” I say. “Only I wish I could see more.” 

“C’mere.” 

I don’t know what’s happening, as he ducks down suddenly and nudges his head against the backs of my legs, grabbing my thighs. 

“What are you doing?”

“Get on my shoulders.”

I let him lift me up high so that my fingers stretch up towards the stars and I can see everything, the wild, flashing lights on the stage, the silhouettes of the band, and I think that I’ve never been happier or freer in my life. I feel it rising up in my chest like champagne bubbles, erupting out of me in bursts of laughter. Someone puts a cigarette into Jude’s hand and he lights it and starts smoking it beneath me, and when he reaches up to offer it to me I take it between my fingers without even thinking, and as I take a drag from it high up on his shoulders like this I feel like I’m somebody else. I’m not Evelyn Kilbride, I’m some other girl, someone who smokes cigarettes and doesn’t care what other people think about her, sitting high above the crowd where everyone can look, and she’s not even shy about it. 

Someone starts spraying cold water on us and I welcome the sensation on my hot skin. I sort of feel like I’ve been blessed. Like I’m some kind of holy being and I have ascended and everybody should be bowing down at my feet. I never knew music could do this to a person. I never want it to be over. 

My heart is thumping after the final song, and I know that I must look insane as I clamber down Jude’s back and stare right at his face, my eyes wide open, every nerve ending in my body vibrating with life.. 

“Do you want to come with me to the trees?” I say, suddenly remembering the fairy lights and the candles from earlier, and can only imagine how they must look now that the sun has disappeared. 

Jude laughs and says yes, even though I know he doesn’t know where I mean. I grab his hand and lead him through the crowds, and then somewhere at the entrance barriers we’re caught up in a tangle of people and then somehow he’s leading me and his fingers are wound through mine instead. The sensation of it is the most acute I’ve ever felt. He takes me on a twisting trail through merchandise stands, just a blur of colour and lights now.

We don’t say anything to each other, but it feels like speaking would ruin the spell that’s woven itself around us, and I don’t know where he’s taking me, or if he knows where the copse of trees is, but I just let him take me. 

We end up somewhere past the stands, where a neon sign advertising some light beer glows above a trellis wall with flowers snaking up it, it looks very artistic, and there’s nobody there apart from us. We look at each other, and I open my mouth to tell him that we’ve gone the wrong way, but the expression on his face makes the words catch in my throat, he’s just looking at my mouth, and then suddenly his hands are on me, curling gently around the back of my neck and he’s kissing me. 

It’s unlike any kiss I’ve ever had in my life, and as he’s softly pressing his lips into mine I realise why people kiss each other. It’s as though I’m losing myself totally in the circle of his arms, the movement of his lips on mine making me feel hot and cold all at once, and when he opens his mouth to gently brush his tongue against the tip of mine it’s like I’ve forgotten where I am. His hands are all over me in places I’ve never been touched before, skating on the skin beneath my t-shirt, and I shiver, not because they’re cold, but because the sensation of his fingers on my skin is so intense, I’m shaky. I feel like I’d collapse if he wasn’t holding me up. 

Images flash in my mind of him like this at other times with other girls, and what he’s done to them in the dark beneath the sheets, and for the first time I understand it too. I understand why people want to do those things with each other, because now when I think about doing them with Jude, it’s not only fear that I feel, but longing too.  

He stops kissing me for a moment, and affectionately strokes my hair away from my forehead. “We should have done that ages ago.” He says against my lips, and even that feels sexy. 

“I wish we had.” I lament.

“Only there’s that thing with Liam…”

“Oh, no, I don’t talk to Liam anymore. We’re not a thing.”

“If you were, I could have kissed you anyway.”

“So cocky.” I tease. “Poor Liam.”

“Poor Liam.” He mimics. “Fuck Liam.”

I start to laugh but he kisses the sound right of my mouth, this time harder, and he presses me against the wall. His hands are on my hips and my breasts and the unfamiliarity and intimacy of it makes me gasp, my heart is thrumming in my chest and I know that it’s only part desire. He pushes himself closer to me so that our bodies are pressed together and makes a sound directly into my mouth that I feel all the way down to my toes. I have to pull away, it’s too much. 

“Are you okay?” He says, and it feels like he’s been asking me that all day. His eyes are searching my face anxiously, and he’s breathing like he’s just run a marathon. 

I nod. “I’m fine I just… I don’t want-”

“Okay, yeah, it’s fine, don’t worry.”

“Oh my god, I’m.. I’m sorry if I’m being awkward.”

“You’re not.” He brushes his knuckles against my cheek. “You’re not awkward, I pushed you too far, that’s fair enough.”

I wonder what would have happened if I hadn’t stopped him. Would he have taken me back to his tent and taken all my clothes off? It felt like he might have. The thought of being naked in front of him makes me feel a bit lightheaded. 

“We can go to those trees you wanted to show me now, if you want.” He offers, and I bring my hand to my face. “Yeah, sorry, I never explained about the trees.”

“The mysterious trees.”

We leave our little corner under the beer sign and head off to where Jen and I were earlier, although I can’t really remember exactly where it is anymore. My head feels scrambled and my limbs still feel weak. It doesn’t really matter though, as Jude just walks along contently beside me, chatting away about music. He doesn’t act all intimate anymore, or try to hold my hand, which makes me realise more than anything just how weird it was when Liam was all over me after we kissed on the beach. He was like a golden retriever puppy, all smiling and innocent, while everything about Jude seems the opposite. He’s darker and more elusive, which makes me feel kind of obsessed with him. It’s as though he’s holding the keys that will open up into the adult world. 

We end up running into our friends at a burger stand , which puts an end to both the spell between us and our mission. Jen wants to know where we were and Jude makes up something about getting a beer, then he ends up talking to Shane about another indie band I haven’t heard of, but I don’t have the energy to pretend to know them. I feel jellified. 

I order a burger too, because I’m hungry, and when I sit with everyone on a bench and tuck into it, I catch Jen’s eye over my lettuce. She gives me an inquisitive look, but I just glance away and act like I didn’t notice. 

“Did you like Pendulum?” Kasper asks me, and I tell him that actually, I did. I loved them. And then we just chat about that and I pretend that it’s the only interesting thing that happened to me all night. 

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