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The Rockstar and The Farmer

Sam x Reader

Genre: fluff

Word Count: 3.8k

Warnings: language, spoilers for Sam’s 8 heart event, friendly Sebastian slander

A/N: Okay, so, I said a while ago that the wildest thing happened to me while played Stardew Valley, and it inspired me to write this. It’ll be two parts for sure, maybe three??? Depending on how I feel lol. But I LOVE Sam and this was pretty fun to write, hopefully, the second part will be out tomorrow/later this week.

part 1 [2] [3?]

You opened your eyes, hearing your rooster scream as your own personal alarm clock. You lay in bed for a moment, reaching out and petting your pup, laying right next to you on your full-sized bed. The morning sun is shining in through your window and warming you up through the glass. These mid-summer mornings on your farm reassure you that you made the right choice in taking it over. You smile to yourself, sitting up and stretching out before getting up and beginning to get dressed for the day. You hear the pitter-patter of your dog’s feet as you prepare yourself a light breakfast, knowing you only need to supervise your crops since the newest gadget you’d made to water them. Honestly, those sprinklers are lifesavers.

You eat what you made, quickly slipping some additional food to your pet, and placing your dishes in the sink. You grab your gardening gloves and throw your bag across your shoulder, ready to go check your crops and animals. You throw open your door, looking down at your dog running out, only for you to hear a soft grunt. You look up to be met with the big eyes of Sam. His hand is up in a knocking position, telling you he was about to make his presence known before you opened the door. And the way he’s regaining his footing tells you your dog bumped into him while running out of the door. You giggle. “Hey, Sam.”

“Hi, farmer… guess what? My band is playing a show tonight. In Zuzu City,” he says, recovering quickly from the awkward start of this interaction, and quickly becoming excited again. “Sam, that’s great!” you say, and he nods, smiling. “Yeah! And you’re invited!” he wiggles his arms above his head in a dancing motion, causing you to laugh. If you were paying closer attention, you would have noticed the blush dusting his cheeks and the fond smile that formed on his face. After all, he did just hear his favorite sound. “Meet me at the bus stop around 12:00 this afternoon to leave for the show. You better be there!” he says, starting to walk backward off of your porch and pointing at you, a smile still on his face. You smile and nod. “Wouldn’t miss it for the world, rockstar,” you tease, slightly, and see his expression get even brighter somehow before running off in the direction of Marnie’s ranch. He must be telling everyone in town about it.

Knowing that he got up early just to come let you know about his show makes your heart beat faster, but since he’s telling everyone, you were probably just a stop in the road. Nothing to dwell on… right? Your pup’s noises bring you out of your daydream, noticing them at their empty water bowl. “Okay, okay! I’m coming!” you say, stepping out onto the porch and reaching to your right to grab your watering can, only to notice it isn’t there. You glance behind you, spotting it next to your house plants, recalling that yesterday was watering day for your indoor plants. You walk in, your door closing behind you. As much as you love your grandfather’s old cabin, Robin was right, it’s definitely janky in some aspects. One of these aspects being that your front door will NOT stay open no matter how much you will it to. You grab the can and take a moment to check over your plants inside, making sure none mysteriously began wilting throughout the night, when you hear a knock at your door. Your eyebrows furrow, wondering who else would need to talk to you at this hour. You open your door only to see the mother of the person who just visited you. “Good morning, Jodi,” you smile at her and she grins back, clutching her side and letting out a large huff of air. You notice she has to catch her breath before she speaks, and because of it, she places her hand in front of her mouth, chuckling a bit. Probably an attempt to cover it up. “…hi, (Y/n)!” A pant. “Whew… that was quite a workout, walking all the way up here,” she says and you nod. “It can be a lot, especially first thing in the morning.”

She nods, standing up straight and taking another breath before speaking again. “Anyway… I came by to ask if you wanted to have dinner with us tonight! With Sam’s show and his birthday in two days, I figured it would be nice to have a fancy family dinner and since you two are so close, I figured he’d enjoy having you there too,” she says, and you grin. “Will Seb and Abi be there too?”

“Oh, maybe, you know them, never giving a solid answer to anything. But, you don’t have to if you don’t want to, don’t feel obligated I know it’ll be a hectic day. If you do decide to come, though, could you please bring a largemouth bass with you?”

“The lake one? Not to be confused with the smaller variety of the same fish found in rivers?” you say, making a bad fishing joke. Like, really bad. Like, that might not even classify as a joke and could just be a thing that you said, bad. Willy is rubbing off on you. But luckily, bad jokes (if you can call it that) are Jodi’s favorite. She laughs, nodding. “That’s right. One of those big, slimy fish from the lake. I need one for the casserole I’m making,” she explains and you nod. “That is absolutely doable, Jodi.”

“Okay! Well… it’ll be at our house around 7:00 pm tonight… don’t forget the largemouth bass! Okay! Bye!”

With that, she starts her trek back to her house. You quickly run to your well, filling your watering can and rushing to fill up the water bowl. You have to go to the lake and fast. If you want to look good for Sam- er… good for the band, you have to set aside some time for you to get ready, and now you need to catch this fish. Luckily, you know exactly what type of bait this type of slimy guy likes, so it shouldn’t take too long. But still. You want to look nice and maybe not smell like a body of water. You do the time math in your head and quickly run around your farm, checking everything and making sure your animals look happy and healthy. As soon as you’re done, you run off to the lake. You silently curse at yourself, realizing you forgot to check the psychic on the TV, meaning you had no idea whether the spirits are happy or upset today. Would you have luck? Who knows. Well, someone knows... just not you. You wave and smile at Linus, who returns the wave with a grin, before settling next to the lake and putting bait on your rod. You toss it out and wait. While waiting, your thoughts wander off to Sam.

You couldn’t deny the feelings you’ve formed for him in your time here. He was constantly inviting you to things with him, Seb, and Abigail throughout your first month, and he would make sure to talk to you at least once every day. Not to mention he would send you memes and jokes all the time. The two of you are, in fact, very close. Some could even consider the two of you best friends. And you were fine with that until about a week and a half ago when you went to visit him in the morning. You figured you’d stop by and say hello and let him know you were heading up to the mines. It’s good to have someone know where you’re going, and you would get to talk to your bestie. Win-win, you know? Since you had such a great relationship with Jodi, you’re allowed to just let yourself inside their house, so you walk through the door, careful to kick your boots off as to not dirty Jodi’s floor. You know how hard she works on that. You sigh, knowing that you’re about to drip on the floors (which she assures isn’t an issue, it’s just the mud from your boots she worries about) and you walk through the empty living room to the kitchen. “G’morning, Jodi,” you say, and she glances behind her, smiling at you. “Good morning, (Y/n).”

“(Y/N)!” Vincent yells your name, running towards you from the hallway into the kitchen. You laugh and crouch down, grabbing him from under his armpits and lifting him up, spinning him around. He lets out a little giggle and you smile up at him. “Hey there, big guy, did you sleep okay?” you ask, placing him back down and he nods. “I had a dream, and you were in it! You, me, Sam, and Jas were all adventuring into the scary barred gate we saw that one time and you were protecting us from the monster!” he starts recounting his dream when you hear a chuckle coming from the hallway. You glance up from Vincent and your eyes land on Sam. He’d just woken up, so his hair wasn’t all styled and you could see how unruly his mullet actually was. But with the morning sun shining on him from the back and the front thanks to the wonderful placement of the windows in his lovely household. It literally made him glow. His green eyes were lit up, even though you could see the exhaustion in them. And has his smile always been that pretty? Or is the sun playing tricks on you? And you could swear there was a light blush on his face. Was that always there? You blink a couple times, realizing you’d been staring, and turn your eyes back to Vincent. “Sounds like you had fun in your dream, huh Vince?” he says, and you notice that not only is his voice deeper in the morning, but you could hear a bit of his Zuzu City accent coming through. And honestly, you wouldn’t be upset if you heard him talk like that every morning. Vincent nods, and Jodi places a plate of eggs on the table, causing him to jump up into his seat and eat his breakfast before going off to play with Jas. You turn your attention back to Sam, and grin, giving him a small wave. “Morning.”

“G’morning. The spirits must be happy today if you decided to visit us first thing,” he says, his hand reaching up to rub the back of his neck. You feel your neck to your ears start heating up, but you give a small laugh. “Well, you know me, your good luck charm.” You proceeded to walk with him to his room and talk a bit before letting him know where you were heading. You could swear you saw his smile falter, but you were probably just imagining things. He made you pinky promise to come knock on his window after you were out (knowing that you stay in the mines decently late), and then you left. But ever since that day, you’d noticed just how… beautiful Sam actually was. And how much you enjoyed being around him and hearing him play his guitar, and sing his songs, and all his cute little quirks and how his city accent sometimes comes out when he’s drunk or too excited or angry or tired and- YANK!

You’re pulled out of your thoughts when you get a bite. You start reeling the fish in, a short but fierce battle before pulling it out of the water. To your surprise and delight, it’s a largemouth bass. And not only that, it’s a GREAT quality largemouth bass. You immediately toss it in your cooler and start to walk back to your farm. You check the time and walk faster. It’s 10AM, giving you about two hours to get ready and head to the bus station. That’s more than ideal, and you feel the excitement start to seep into you as you hurry home. It takes you about an hour and forty-five minutes to get all ready, making sure you look great. And you do. You double-check your animals and crops before hurrying to the bus station. You walk up to the bus, watching as Shane walks on. Sam, who is right next to the bus with Sebastian on Abigail on either side of him, looks around at everyone with his eyes narrowed and jaw set. He looks nervous. Like he’s searching for someone, and then his eyes meet yours. You can see him physically relax and a small smile stretches across his features. “Hi (Y/n). Thanks for coming,” he says as you approach him. You don’t notice the knowing glance that Sebastian and Abigail share before they slowly walk onto the bus and give you two some privacy. “I told you I wouldn’t miss it for the world, Sam, you don’t need to thank me. I’m always gonna be Goblin Destroyer’s number one fan.” You swear the look he gives you makes your heart skip. The fondness in his eyes causes you to smile and look down, too flustered to continue looking into his eyes. You both hear a loud noise, and he turns his head, seeing Pam give him a thumbs up. “Well, our gear’s loaded already. Looks like everything’s set,” he says, grabbing your hands and beginning to bounce up in down in excitement. You giggle and bounce with him as he glances around, using his “loud voice” to grab everyone’s attention. “Alright everyone… let’s get on the bus!”

Everyone starts loading on, and you can’t help but notice Sam doesn’t let go of you to let you get on by yourself. And next thing you know, the two of you are seated next to each other. The two of you just talk for a while, when you notice his leg start bouncing and he’s drying his hands off on his cargo pants. “Sam? You okay?” He gulps. “…I’m starting to get really nervous,” he admits, looking at you with a frightened expression. “Hey, you’re gonna do great! I’ve heard you rehearse so many times and I know how talented you are, okay? And nerves are just misplaced excitement when it comes to things like this. You just care so much, it makes sense that you just wanna do your best,” you assure him, and he gives you a small smile. You reach over and grasp his hand in yours, giving it a little squeeze. “And I’ll be in the front row, so if you start feeling like this at any time during the performance, just pretend it’s us in your room.” He smiles down at your hands and squeezes back. “…Thank you, (Y/n).” He doesn’t let go of your hand for the rest of the trip until the bus slows to a stop and Pam announces to everyone that the bus has arrived. The show was an early one, and they were the opening act of sorts. Of course, you would be staying for the other band's full performance, though. He glances at you, giving you a small grin. “Okay, here we are… wish me luck!”

Everyone gets off the bus, and you go over to Jodi and Vince, talking with them for a while. You also approach Shane, Emily, Penny, Maru, Elliott, and Leah before Seb, Abi, and Sam walk onstage. You hear the crowd clap and Sam jumps in surprise at how many people there are. You see him glancing around the crowd, before clearing his throat and speaking into the microphone in front of him. “Hi everyone. We’re from Pelican Town… er… and we’re called Goblin Destroyer!” More cheers, including yourself. Sam smiles and glances down at you before continuing. “This first song is about farming, mining, and chopping wood.” With that, Abigail starts counting them in with her drumsticks before they start playing. You’ve heard the lyrics a million times now, but you can’t help but smile and jump around with the melody the whole time. You do for every single one of their songs. Their set finally finishes, and the crowd cheers for them. Sam hypes up the main act for a while and lets the crowd know that their demos are for sale before they leave the stage, and come down to meet everyone else. Everyone crowds around them, yelling their praises. “Woooh! That was great!”

“Nice work, guys!”

“I really loved that heavy breakdown at the end.”

“Thanks, everyone,” Sam says, and then smiles at you, “But you really should be thanking (Y/n)! Without their help, we’d never have decided what kind of music to make in the first place!”

Penny turns to look at you with a pleasant expression on her face. “So you’re like an honorary member of the band then?”

“Damn right they are!” Sam exclaims, pulling you into a side hug. You have to pretend like you don’t want to be swallowed up by his arms right then and there, but luckily the main act begins playing and you all start vibing to their sound. Though you can’t help but notice that for the rest of the performance, Sam’s arm barely ever leaves your waist.

By the end, everyone starts piling back in the bus again, and you take your seat next to Sam. He’s practically buzzing after his performance, and you can’t help but stare at him for a bit. He looks good. And, yeah, okay, he always looks good but he looks GOOD right now. You can practically feel the happiness exuding from him, and it shows. Not to mention he’s still a little sweaty from performing, and his hair has lost a little bit of its sticking up with gel style. To others, it probably looked like he needed a shower but to you? He looked absolutely breathtaking. “What are ya staring at, farmer?” His voice has a teasing tone to it, and you quickly look away. You clear your throat and glance back at him, only to see a smug smirk on his face. Seems like performing brought his confidence back at least. You awkwardly point toward his head and mutter out, “Your hair is a little messed up…” in a pathetic attempt to make it seem like you weren’t staring at your best friend because he looked hot as hell. He glances upwards, chuckling and running his hand through his hair. “I’ll fix it later… you did like the show… right?”

“Of course I did!” you reassure him, and he smiles. “Good. You know… I wasn’t lying when I said you were a huge help...” he brings his hand to the back of his neck and you grin at him. “All I did was suggest what type of music you should play,” you insist, and he shakes his head. “And help me with lyrics, and help me with song ideas, and sat in my room with me and helped me figure out what sounded good and what didn’t, and-”

“Okay. Okay, maybe I did help a lot.”

“You did,” he assures, gently knocking his shoulder into yours. A smile breaks out on your face and you glance over at him. “Seriously though, thanks for coming. Guess you really are my good luck charm,” he jokes and you smirk. “Obviously, who else would be?”

“Sebastian.”

“Um, excuse me? The forlorn wizard who is too scared to ask out his childhood crush,” how hypocritical of you to say, “and laments in the rain while petting frogs would be a better good luck charm? You know, I play wizard in The Solorian Chronicles, too, Seb always just beat me to it, and every time he’s the wizard I can’t help but notice he isn’t a very good good luck charm for you,” you huff, and Sam starts laughing. Hard. “Woah, woah, woah, calm down there mage. You’re right, it’s not him, it’s definitely you. We should really do something about getting them together, though, now that you mention it.” You nod and make an approving noise. “Fuck yeah I’m your good luck charm.” Cue more giggles from Sam, making a smile break out on your face. Little did you know, this whole time the two of have been talking, Jodi has been observing you. She’s not blind, especially when it comes to her son. She can tell that there’s something more than a best friend relationship between the two of you, and maybe, just maybe, she also is holding on to that idea because she’s also good friends with you. While, yes, she did just want you to come over for dinner tonight, she really was hoping tonight would be the night that you turned from her little boy’s best friend into his partner. She can tell that it’s getting consistently harder for him to pretend that he doesn’t like you romantically. He’s lucky you were too busy playing with Vincent to see the lovesick look he had on his face when looking at you the morning that Vince’s yells and giggling woke him up earlier than usual. She knew at that moment that the chance of you becoming her in-law was a high probability. Okay, maybe she’s getting a bit carried away here, but she can tell that there’s something going on there. Especially when she notices Sam not so subtly throw his arm around your shoulder and instead of responding negatively, you just lean into him further and lay your head on his shoulder. Jodi could practically die right then and there.

The two of you remained that way for the rest of the bus ride, formulating a plan to get Seb and Abigail together. “We could maybe do something tonight if they come over for dinner,” you suggest, and Sam raises his eyebrow. “I didn’t realize mom invited them over for dinner,” he says and you cock your head to the side. “Well, she invited me, so I just assumed she would invite them too, since... y’know… Goblin Destroyer and all…” you say, and Sam shrugs. “They didn’t mention anything to me, and neither did mom… but that’s fine! We don’t need to do it tonight… you said she invited you though, yeah?” he asks, his voice sounding a little nervous. You nod, “Yeah… yeah she came over shortly after you this morning. When we get back I’m gonna go grab the fish she asked me to get and then head over to your place and help her prepare.”

“Cool… cool, that’s great! I didn’t realize we’d be spending all day together, but… hey, I’m not complaining,” he says and you smile. “Me either.” Conveniently, you feel the bus come to a stop, signifying you’re back in Pelican Town. Sam reluctantly takes his arm off of you, and you can’t help but notice it seems a little colder without it there. “Seb, Abigail, and I are gonna unload our gear, so I’ll see you in like… an hour? Or so?” You nod.

“Yeah, see you then.”

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hannahssimblr · 5 months

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Chapter Eight

“Will you have a Bailey’s dear?”

“Oh yeah, thank you, that’d be lovely.”

Claire’s mother Cassandra, who could genuinely be her older sister, strokes her hand down my cheek to my chin and makes an affectionate clucking sound in the same way that her daughter does. They’re alike in so many ways that it’s almost frightening, clones of one another, the understated beauty, the way they’re always touching you, the plump, pouty mouth. Cassandra is the most glamorous woman in Tullamore and everybody knows it. She’s soft cashmere and velvet, the colour champagne and the smell of vanilla, and tonight she’s dressed in beige and white, patient stiletto heels clicking across the tile in her enormous kitchen to get a carved crystal glass for my liqueur.

“She won’t be long, love.” She calls out to me as I perch on a settee by their roaring fire in the next room, its mantle adorned with eucalyptus leaves and a dozen white pillar candles.

“Oh it’s fine.” I say. “I’m alright with waiting, your house is so cosy.”

“Oh, thank you.” She replies, delighted, and hands me the glass, half a strawberry floating amongst the ice cubes. “We’re doing a white and gold theme this year for Christmas, since we had our walls painted in Elephant’s Breath last summer I thought we could keep it neutral.”

“It’s beautiful, you’ve done an amazing job.”

“Oh darling, you’re so nice.” She moves around the room looking for something, all long legs like a gazelle, and then peeps under the coffee table to grab a magazine. “I’m going to go into Barry in the other room, he’s watching a film if you’d like to join us.”

“Oh, no I’m fine here.” I say, and she leaves me by the fire where I curl my legs up underneath me and watch the flames dancing in the dim lamp light, sipping from my glass while the logs crackle and I feel like a kid on Christmas in some 90’s movie like Miracle on 34th Street or Home Alone. It’s the day after Christmas so all of the presents have been opened, but Cassandra leaves fake ones under the tree. I think they’re just empty cardboard boxes but they’re wrapped in gold foil paper and tied up beautifully with silk ribbons with the kind of patience and care that I know I will never have for something so arbitrary as a Christmas present, never mind a fake one. I fantasise, the way I often do when I’m by myself in Claire’s house, that I grew up here and had this wonderful, perfect childhood where I got everything I ever wished for and life was always beautiful.

My phone goes off and I’m distracted from my daydreams as I take it out of my pocket to see a notification on my Instagram. I tap to open the app and read it, and it’s just Marnie commenting on one of my recent drawings.

Ugh, so talented.

I hit the home button and the app instantly takes me to a picture Shane uploaded earlier in the day that I haven’t seen yet. I do a double take when I see it. It’s him and Jen. I stare at it for ages, taking it all in, the way that they have their heads smushed together in the frame, both of them grinning. The caption is: The state of us lol.

It is disquieting to see it for some reason, and as I look down at my phone in my hand I remember my encounter with Jen in that cocktail bar back in November and how she’d mentioned some get together with all the old gang. Here is photographic evidence that it happened, and Shane went, even though he never told me that he did. I stare at the photo some more, Jen has commented underneath it, something about how bad they both look, and then I notice something else in the background of the photo.

It’s a hand on a table, the rest of the person off screen but I know instinctively who it belongs to by its long painterly fingers, my insides start feeling like something is bouncing around in my guts and before I can stop myself I have already tapped on Jen’s profile. It’s like my body is invaded by something, and it just takes over from my brain and starts performing automated movements, scrolling, tapping, scrolling, tapping. I go to her followers list and start trawling through hundreds of names, nothing familiar, nobody I know, until…

I stop. There it is. NotJTurner. The little icon next to it is the back of his head, a black puffer coat on him, looking out over a winter sky streaked with clouds, and I want to snort with derision. He really is so pretentious, it pisses me off. I tap on the icon anyway.

There are no photographs of him on the profile. The whole thing is this immaculately curated mood board, every picture taken with what must be some expensive DSLR camera, edited perfectly to fit the theme and capture city life. A man walks his dog while drinking from a takeaway coffee cup in the snow. Two girls climb out of a taxi on a wet night, the lights of the city smeared and reflected on the slick tarmacadam. A symmetrical shot of a skyline, a building with a hundred windows and then a vast expanse of clear cyan sky in the negative space it creates. The more I look the angrier I get and I don’t know why. All of these carefully selected pictures of this perfect Berlin life, everything so aesthetically pleasing, all of it so goddamned good. I hate that he’s good. He’s supposed to be terrible, he’s supposed to be as awful as the feelings he ran away and left me with.

But I can’t look away. Dotted here and there among the street photography are pictures from exhibitions, some sculpture work he’s presumably doing at college and then like me, he’s photographed his sketchbooks, and they’re breathtaking. Deep, dark and moody, faces emerging from blackness on the page. The way he’s captured expression and movement would put stars in Ida’s eyes, and I linger on one page that just hands, some draped over the edge of a bathtub with wrists exposed, dirt beneath the nails, skin taut over the veins, knuckles rough and scabbed and yet they look like they’re ready to start moving off the page. He never showed me his work that summer, I never knew, he never told me it was like this, and I feel more humiliated than ever that I let him see my stupid, childish work that night after the graveyard. And I think of the way he looked at me and said these are really good. I huff out of my nostrils. What a liar.

I start scrolling faster through the images, blood rushing through me and throb in my face and I know that if anyone asked me I’d have no way of explaining this reaction and this flood of strange feelings that have crashed over me, how the meagre act of looking at someone’s instagram profile could make me feel with such intensity.

I stop dead with confusion when I see something else among the other posts. Is that… me? Am I looking at my own face?

I become still and look, and keep looking. Is it really? I stare at the screen and wonder if I’m just making things up out of self-obsession, but it’s undeniable that the face in front of me is my own. Or rather, the faces. Somewhere in the depths of his profile, way down near the bottom is a photograph of a collection of drawings. There are five heads all arranged on a page, each one with a different expression, confusion, scepticism, surprise, contentment, and another that I become transfixed on because I don’t recognise it right away. The girl on the page has bare shoulders, long, unkempt hair that’s coming across her forehead in loose strands over her low straight brows. Her eyes are bright and engaged, and sparkling, as you might even say if you were feeling generous. Her head is tilted forward and the corner of her mouth quirked upwards to create this cheeky, mischievous expression that I never knew I had. When have I ever made that face?

He’s made me look so free and so easy and so beautiful that I’m sure he’s taken creative liberties. I don’t ever really look like that. These versions of me are from somebody’s imagination, like they’re a character who’s wearing a mask of my face and has enhanced all of the best parts and ignored the way that my shoulders are always hunched and there’s a line etched between my eyebrows. When did he draw these? Why did he draw these? I read the caption.

Old work.

That’s all. Of course he doesn’t say anything about who the girl in the drawings is, or what compelled him to draw her, but why would he? There’s a big piece of me that wishes that he’d shown me these before, emailed them to me, anything. How old are they? Are they from that summer on the beach, or sometime afterwards? My mind drifts back to my bedroom in Tullamore where there is a sketchbook hidden away in a big plastic box beneath my bed that contains my own clumsy attempts at drawing him. I remember doing them in the middle of some emotional episode and feeling like I was in some way creating a bridge between our distance, relishing each little zing of pleasure I felt as I remembered another little detail about his beautiful face that I could put to paper. But you couldn’t waterboard those drawings out of me now, never mind convince me to put them up on the internet.

When I hear Claire coming down the stairs I hastily put my phone back into my pocket. “Hello gorgeous.” She says as she sweeps into the room. “Are you ready to hit the road?”

“Yes!” I say, and I grab my half full glass of Baileys from the coffee table so I can gulp it down in one go. It doesn’t even make me wince. “Let’s get moving.”

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jennwritespokemon · 2 years

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Sexuality/Gender Headcannons for Pokemon Shield Characters:

*This kind of devolves into some ships I like towards the Leon/Raihan section, so let me know if you'd like to see some specific content for them.

*I'd love to hear your theories/headcannons in reblogs or the comments!

Gym Leaders

Milo

Has only ever dated women, but would be open to dating men

Homoflexible or Pansexual mayhaps?

Once someone explained what Demisexual means he realized that it clicked with him

He/Him pronouns

Does his best to remember people's pronouns

Occasionally wears a He/Him pronoun pin that Kabu got him

(probably wrote a list somewhere so he wouldn't forget)

Profusely apologizes if he gets them wrong (not in a fake ally kind of way)

Nessa

She gives me mean bisexual vibes and I won't be elaborating as to why

(It's probably because she could step on me and I'd thank her BUT I DIGRESS ANYWAY)

She/Her?

Doesn't mind They/Them but she doesn't hear them much so she doesn't think about it

Bisexual w/a preference for women

Will scream at someone who misgenders her friends/partner

Kabu

Straight

He/Him

ONE OF THE FIERCEST ALLIES YOU WILL EVER MEET

Would start an organization among the gym leaders to encourage conversations about gender/sexuality in a safe space

Encourages his gym trainers to wear pronoun pins, and wears a He/Him pronoun pin everywhere

He's the guy at pride wearing a "Free Dad Hugs" tshirt

(He cried when he got the shirt as a gift from one of the other gym trainers he works with)

Will put time and effort into researching the different genders/sexualities that exist now to make sure he's up to date

(Like Milo) also has a list of people's pronouns so he wouldn't forget

Allister

*I won't be going too far into this since he's a child but I still wanted to include him

They/He

Some flavor of nonbinary, I think.

Asexual/Aromantic?

Bede

He/They

You're going to look me in the eye and tell me that man is straight? Absolutely not.

Some sorta gay.

*My friend had a headcannon that he's asexual/Aromantic, and he convinced himself that he's so superior to everyone else and thats why he's not attracted to people.

Melony

Used to be casually homophobic, but is working on being a better ally once she learned more about the LGBTQ+ community

She/Her

At some point realizes that she's always liked women, and just has never explored the concept

Kinda has a "What do you mean not everyone daydreamed about kissing girls as a kid?" Moment.

Eventually comes out as bisexual

Piers

He/They, wants to look more into neopronouns to see if they fit

Demisexual and Panromantic

Doesn't really put a label on his romantic attraction, but uses Panromantic if someone asks

A very easy person to come out to, and is extremely supportive

Performs at Pride every year, without fail

(Probably hosts a smaller pride event for Spikemuth w/Marnie every year too)

Has a pronoun pin on his jacket

Pretty good at remembering pronouns, and will correct someone if needed

Will beat the piss out of someone who's being a homophobe/transphobe without a second thought (and has done so multiple times)

Marnie

She/They

Lesbian & Demisexual

Piers got her a pronoun pin & a lesbian pride pin that she wears on her jacket

(Will also beat the shit out of a homophobe/transphobe if they're bothering her or her partner)

Raihan

He/Him

He gives me bi man whore vibes

Like, give him a drop of alcohol and he'll flirt with anything with a pulse good God

He definately has gotten hit on by so many people that he thought, "Hmm, this increases my odds of getting laid. Why not?" Ya know?

Definately has flirted w/Leon and claims he was joking at the time.

Spoiler alert: He wasn't joking

He goes all out for pride in terms of his outfit, and will post about it on social media

Avery

He/They for the most part

Definately nonbinary to some degree, maybe genderfluid?

Panromantic Asexual...?

His time at the dojo gave him time away from his family to learn more about himself and who he wants to be; Not who his family wants him to be.

Mans is literally decked out in rainbows on a daily basis; C'mon now.

A concept I thought of:

Some Rando: Whats your gender?

Avery: I don't have one.

Rando: Gender is whats in your pants.

Avery: MY GENDER IS ELEGANCE BITCH-

Other Main Characters

Hop

He/Him pronouns

(I've seen some people headcannon him as a Trans man, which isn't something I've thought about but I could see it tbh)

(Similar to Milo) Has only ever dated women, but is open to the idea of dating men if the opportunity presented itself.

I think he just loves people as they are, so gender wouldn't matter too much to him

Panromantic demisexual

Helps Kabu run a pride organization, and keeps him updated on what's going on in the LGBT+ community

Leon

He/Him pronouns

Thinks he's straight for a long time

Mostly because of his job as champion, he never really had the time to do a deep dive into his sexuality. He also didn't want to think otherwise out of fear that it would ruin his reputation.

He gets a lil too tipsy one night w/Raihan and starts seeing him in a different light for the first time.

(Well, the first time that he's willing to admit to.)

Like, damn. Has his eyes always been that bright? Or has his smile always made Leon's heart beat out of his chest? What the hell is going on?

Turns out he'd been thinking out loud, and Raihan explained to him that he might be bisexual or pansexual. (While also jokingly saying something like, "How could you not be attracted to me.")

This took a huge weight off Leon's chest and helped him be more comfortable exploring his sexuality

Later figures out that he identifies as bi

Hop is the first person he comes out to officially (and they both cry.... a lot.)

Sonia

She/Her

(She figured out she was bi when she was a younger teenager)

(That may or may not have been when she realized that she was VERYYY gay for Nessa)

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elliotts-pocket-crab · 2 years

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Okay I’ve got another one. Headcanons for how the candidates would react to seeing the farmer getting hot and sweaty for the first time? (While working of course 😉) Causing them to get flustered while farmer is confused. 😂😌

I wanted to draw a little visual comic for this scenario but I can't fucking draw so if anyone wants to draw this as well as my other hc scenarios PLEASE DO!

Ok ladies first!!

Haley: the farmer would be clueless per usual, thinking 'oh no, Haley probably thinks I'm all gross right now!' But she silently adores your work effort and watches you swing your scythe and cut down your wheat. She thinks you're so strong and gazes at you from afar on the porch stuck in a shameless daydream about you. She'll make you lemonade as an excuse to come closer.

Emily: she'd openly tell you she likes your "natural smell", assuring you that it's a good smell. You think it's kinda strange, but you're glad she doesn't mind. She loves to see you focused and in action. Try not to act weirded out if she just comes up, wraps her arms around your neck and takes a big ol whiff

Abigail: 'that's so... hot...' she's completely riled up by seeing you like this! Her face would be burning red! Don't be surprised if she asks you randomly tonight if you want kids or not.

Leah: she likes to watch you chop down trees. She compares it to how she makes her sculptures and how very different it is. Her work is about being delicate with the wood and yours is about chopping and swinging. When you walk up to her afterwards she tries to play it cool and not let you know how hot she thought you looked

Maru: she adores seeing you so enamored in your work! It's more in a romantic and wholesome way though, she'll stop by and bring you a wet towel and dab it on your face in the hot summer, then she'll kiss your forehead

Penny: penny is the most flustered, her heart's pounding like crazy and if you try to talk to her she'll be a stuttering mess. Somehow the farmer doesn't see what's going on.

Da boys:

Shane: he's so attracted, like after seeing you working up a sweat he'll be in the best mood. Marnie will ask him what's got him in such a good mood. He'll give you a peck on your sweaty cheek but try not to look too uncool. He's resisting the farmer-loving urge to scoop you up and give you a million kisses

Elliot: seeing you like that will encourage him to throw you a surprise romantic dinner on any given day. You're his motivation to work harder on his book, once you start working he's compelled to do the same.

Harvey: there's nothing he loves more than watching you be so strong. He loves his strong farmer, and it seriously gets him going. He's super embarrassed about fantasizing about you like this, but its hard to think of anything else when he sees you like that. He's one of those people whos constantly nervous that someone can read their dirty thoughts in public and just hopes you arent a mind reader.

Sebastian: all he can think of is how attracted to you he is and how much he hopes he's not blushing. He thinks it's too embarrassing to blush and doesn't like to show it, so he's constantly flipping his hair into his face and pushing it away so you can't see his expression

Sam: he'll try to distract you in a way that distracts him from how hot you look. "Hey look at this skate trick!" While you're trying to pick your tomatoes so he doesn't allow his face to start looking like a tomato

Alex: openly flirting with you telling you how hot you look. He doesn't go too far, not as far as he'd like to go, just some sweet little comments here and there

#stardew valley elliott #stardew valley haley #stardew valley shane #stardew valley haru #stardew valley emily #stardew valley harvey #stardew valley alex #stardew sebastian #stardew farmer #stardew valley #stardew valley hcs

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First Day of Fall

a little late on this... 1st day of fall... what are the Stardewies doing?

Abigail - pumpkin spice cookies, pumpkin creamer in coffee, pumpkin pie, pumpkin colored wool scarves, pumpkin socks, pumpkin bread, pumpkin biscotti, pumpkin spice candles, pumpkin everything!

Alex - IT’S GRIDBALL SEASON! Tell your friends. Busting out his jersey and face paint, ready to toss the ball around in the yard or on the beach with anyone who happens by and in front of the TV the moment a game starts with pizza and popcorn and snacks.

Elliott - watching the sunset over the ocean, admiring the changes in the season

Emily - sewing her Spirits Eve costume and inevitably making Haley’s also

Haley - taking photos of all the fall foliage

Harvey - an apple a day keeps the doc... oh wait! Apple season is delightful anyhow.

Leah - sculpting a turkey piece for the Valley Friendsgiving celebration

Maru - daydreaming about an fall dance in the fixed-up Community Center

Penny - reading spooky stories near the graveyard

Sam - raking leaves in the yard, jumping in the pile with Vince, and then starting all over again

Sebastian - playing a video game (what else?) slupring back pumpkin soup until forced to go on an autumn hike with his family

Shane - helping Marnie bake pies in the kitchen (taste testing is fun) and he doesn’t have anything better to do

Caroline - perusing magazines for fall recipes and activities

Clint - working... but a nice autumn ale at the Stardrop sounds nice

Demetrius - observing the changes in fall flora and fauna and taking notes for his scientific findings

Evelyn - picking fall flowers for a small arrangement on the kitchen table

George - complaining that it’s a day like any other day, but secretly glad kids are back in school as it’s quieter

Gunther - setting up the new display of harvest traditions in ancient times at the museum/library

Gus - rotating to the autumn menu - cinnamon apple butter pancakes for the Sunday brunch is a town fave!

Jas - searching for butterflies, toadstools, and little fairies in the Cindersap Forest

Jodi - offering up prayers to Yoba for a good harvest to bless the town

Kent - roasting hazelnuts in the backyard firepit

Lewis - yay! It’s Autumn’s Bounty season again.

Linus - looking for root vegetables like yams... nothing like a fire-roasted yam and a bit of butter.

Marnie - baking a million pumpkin pies for everyone in town, and then putting an autumn leaf in her hair when she heads to the Stardrop

Morris - raising membership prices now that people are flooding in for pre-baked apple pies, candy corn, popcorn balls, and caramel apples

Pam - looking for Linus to try and bum some of the man’s yams to make glazed yams... maybe Penny will come home and eat dinner tonight.

Pierre - arguing with Caroline about his refusal to stock corn in the store (he has a whole conspiracy theory about the horrors of corn syrup)

Robin - leading everyone on an autumn mountain hike (��forced family fun” as Sebastian likes to call it)

Vincent - playing in a leaf pile with Sam (giggling when his mom asks why there are leaves in his hair)

Willy - decorating his shop with a fall theme - pumpkins right outside the door - and whipping up a fish dinner with julienned squash, carrots, and zucchini (mmm... I’m eating dinner at Willy’s house tonight)

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Never Let Me Go

Chapter Two: A Question of Lust

The following fanfic will be rated 18+ for sexual content, drug use, mentions of Emotional, Physical and Sexual Abuse, mentions of past self harm and Suicidal Ideation. Minors DNI.

Apologies are all you seem to get from me

But just like a child, you make me smile when you care for me

A couple weeks passed since that possibly imagined meeting with Marnie Wellwood in the forest.

And Eddie felt crazy.

From the moment he got home from the Hideout that night, playing with his band and soaking in every moment, all he could think about was her. The way her eyes pinned him down so gently. Her quirky smile. The softness of her all around him...

In a moment of weakness and shame, Eddie whacked one off to the fresh memories of her. Her mouth, wet and hot and so soft… the smell of her skin, the strawberry scent of her mixing with something spicy and intoxicating. Her voice, so syrupy for him but not so sweet as she murmured encouragements and filthy words. Again, it was her eyes that made him cum abruptly and hard in his sweaty fist. The way she had fixed him with her piercing stare, so focused. Eddie wouldn’t be at all surprised if he found out she was a succubus in disguise or some shit.

He had stared at the ceiling for a while that night, his cum drying uncomfortably onto his skin and jeans; so hurried was he to rut into his trembling hands, still high from performing with the band that he hadn’t even bothered to get fully undressed. This wasn’t the first time, nor would it be the last that Eddie Munson jacked off after a show. But… Well, this was the first time he had cum in little under a few minutes, with the name of a girl he liked stuttering in his throat.

He needed to see her again, even if it was only hours since their tryst in the back of his van.

It’s like she got all up inside his head and Eddie couldn’t get her out. She was the first thing he thought about in the morning and the last thing he thought about at the end of the night, and all day in between, she was always in the back of his mind.

Eddie just couldn’t get her out of his head. And he couldn’t stop himself from wanting to be around her again.

It was like this, caught in the middle of his thousandth daydream since meeting her, that Dustin Henderson found him in the cafeteria that day. Of course Dustin brought attention to his off behavior.

"What's the matter Eddie, looking for someone? You keep scanning the cafeteria like a man hunting down a deer in the forest, like the guy who shot bambi's mom or something."

Eddie sighs at Dustin, not too thrilled that he noticed how weird he's been acting lately. “Yeah okay, I’ve got my eye on someone. But don’t give me a hard time about it, alright?”

"Well well, someone's finally caught your fancy," Dustin says as he plops down in the vacant seat at Eddie's side, "join us Eddie, we freshmen can't be the only ones with girlfriends... it honestly makes you guys look even lamer."

Eddie purses his mouth and shoots Dustin a withering glare at the teasing. "Yeah yeah runt, keep it up and your character just might get a pile of rocks dumped on him next session."

At that Dustin quickly shuts his mouth.

"I'm looking for that Wellwood girl... I haven't seen her since the cafeteria incident a couple weeks ago. Just curious to see if she's okay."

"Oh her," Dustin gives Eddie a quizzical look, "she does this a lot apparently. Doesn't show up to school for a while and then is just there out of the blue. She's a real weirdo if you ask me."

Eddie silently ponders this new bit of info on the girl consuming his every waking thought.

"Wait, wait, wait." Eddie raises a finger, looking at Dustin frantically. "Are you telling me that she doesn't go to school? Like... she doesn't go to school at all?"

"She does, she just isn't always present when she's supposed to be. Plays hooky for like a week and then poof, she's here again. She usually shows up with bruises and cuts, like she's been in a fight. I wouldn't be surprised how many of the girls at this school resent her for sleeping around with the boys they like."

That makes something in the pit of Eddie’s stomach go sour. A girl like Marnie getting in fights... that's just... it's not something he wanted to imagine. Like, ever. "I need to talk to her, man."

"Damn Eddie, you got a crush on her or something? Word of the wise, I wouldn’t go near that with a ten foot pole. Best to forget your damsel in distress, Sir Eddie," Dustin gives Eddie a mocking grin before snatching up his things and heading off to grab some food.

“Hey, shut up!” Eddie calls after Dustin, feeling embarrassed by his words. There was just something about this girl…Eddie sits there and thinks, lost deep in his thoughts once more. Eddie just can’t make himself forget her. He can’t forget her beautiful eyes, or that adorable little quirky smile. There’s just no way.

Eddie hated to admit that Dustin was right. Every person he talked to and questioned about Marnie had no clue where she was. All they knew was since the incident in the cafeteria two weeks ago she hadn't been seen around school. It was... maddening. He wanted to see her, to make sure with his own two eyes that she was okay.

In the end though, Marnie found him.

Eddie was on his way out of school when he heard it. The soft sound of footsteps nearby. And then, from seemingly nowhere and right behind him, Eddie hears her voice.

“Hey, Eddie. How are you today?”

He freezes in his tracks, absolutely shocked by her sudden apparition - how she appeared out of nowhere. In Eddie’s mind, it was like Marnie was some kind of ghost. He turns around, speechless for a moment. “Shit, Marnie. You scared me!”

"Really now? Scared of little old me?" She's teasing him, her fists shoved into her oversized leather jacket as she looks up at Eddie. There is a dark purple and black bruise under her left eye, and its bloodshot from the injury. A split in her lip that she smiles at him through.

Eddie reaches out, a little worried at the sight of the cuts and bruises littering her face. His fingers stop just shy of touching her, remembering her rules about touching almost too late.

"Are... are you okay?" Eddie asks, trying not to sound too concerned. "Did someone... hurt you?" He doesn't try to cover up his anger though. Eddie doesn't just feel a little concerned, he feels a lot concerned. And he wants to know if he needs to be mad at anybody.

"Hey, no need to worry about me. Like I mentioned that day in the woods, my step-dad likes to... knock me around a bit. I've got a nasty habit of trying to break his fingers any time he touches me where mom can't see." Marnie shrugs, looking off to the side so her hair hides her face for a moment. A moment that Eddie wishes he could see her, maybe decipher her cryptic thoughts so he can help.

“Does your stepdad hurt you like this often? Why the fuck isn’t your mom doing anything about it, why…” Eddie’s voice is growing louder, his emotions sparking like a fan on a flame. Marnie shoots him a warning look, not needing words to impart how much she wanted him to keep his voice down.

Marnie looks away, a frown on her face as she does. "Yeah well... I can't help that my mom married a shit stain of a man like him. I've tried to get mom to listen to me... but well," she shrugs, speaking as if the things happening to her were a story she was telling about somebody else.

Eddie can feel his jaw get tight. One of his hands twitches, and he feels the urge to hurt this bastard - no one should lay their hands on a family member. And a mother shouldn’t just sit back and let it happen.

"Anyway Munson, I stopped by to see if you wanna make a deal again?"

“A deal?” Eddie blinks at her, a little surprised by her request. “I… I mean, I guess, sure. What do you mean?”

"Like last time, y'know... I show you a good time and you give me a discount on weed: that kind of deal."

"Oh," Eddie replies, his face turning a bit red as he is reminded of the deal they made last time they saw each other. “Look, if you need weed I can just give some to you, you don’t have to… I just don’t think you’re in the right mindset for something like that right now. I want you to be okay.”

“As sweet as it is that you’re worried for me, I can handle myself. And I’m perfectly capable of giving you a good time for your own special services Munson. So, do we have a deal?”

Eddie wants to argue, but he has a feeling it’ll be pointless. Marnie was stubborn apparently, and Eddie files that away for future consideration. Right now he wants to help, and if some weed will help distract her from her pain, then who was he to stop her? “Yeah, okay, we gotta deal. But only if you promise me that if you get second thoughts, you’ll let me know? I ain’t the kinda guy to push a girl to do what she doesn’t want to do.”

She smiles at Eddie, ducking her head so her bangs briefly obscure her black eye. "You wanna do it the same place as last time or somewhere else?"

Flustered by the sudden request, Eddie only nods. He had almost forgotten how forward Marnie can be. “We can go back there. I’ve got no problem with that.”

"Cool. Lead the way Munson."

Eddie's van is parked almost exactly in the same spot as last time, off the beaten path obscured by the trees. He can feel his palms getting sweaty in nervous anticipation. What she did last time was... God he still couldn't stop thinking about how amazing it felt. Better than anything he'd ever experienced before. Better than rolling a nat 20, a standing ovation after a song and the first hit of smoke in your lungs all rolled into a short, mean little package called Marnie Wellwoood.

He opens the back door for her once again, and they crawl inside like goofy kids thrilled to share a secret hideout.Marnie is swallowed up by her big leather coat, the color of it old and faded while the rest of her was colorful. Eddie tries not to smile as she settles into one of the bean bags in the back of the van, as if she was already used to making herself at home. She was so... unbothered by everything it seemed, while Eddie was sweating profusely as his nerves started kicking into overdrive.

She's so carefree, it's kind of scary.

Eddie wishes quietly to himself that he could be like that - free to make his own choices, to do whatever he wanted to. Constantly second-guessing himself, constantly worrying what other people think. It was a part of Eddie that he refused to let other people see. It couldn’t hurt you if you let it, was always his motto to his friends. But deep down… he knew he was full of bullshit.

But Marnie didn’t seem like that. She was confident in herself, she didn’t care what other people thought of her, and she just did whatever she pleased. Eddie shakes those thoughts from his mind as quickly as they appeared, taking a seat across from her.

Eddie tries not to stare too much at the bruise darkening her eye or her cuts and scrapes, especially since she herself wasn't making a big deal about them.

But it still bothered him that her step father hit her.

"You can stop looking at me like that Munson," Marnie pipes up softly. For the first time since their brief interactions Eddie sees a moment of vulnerability in her carefully crafted mask. "Look, it's no one's fault I got this shiner but for the bastard who gave it to me and my mom too blind to her love for him to care."

Edie opens his mouth, wanting to give some sort of response, but finds himself at a loss for words. All he can do is look at her with a sympathetic gaze, a face full of pity and heartbreak. What she described about her stepfather… It’s absolutely horrible, and Eddie can’t stand the thought of it.

And yet… she’s so nonchalant about it. How could she ever be so calm in this situation? It makes Eddie feel sick to his stomach.

"Dennis is his name... and I never liked him."

Marnie has her legs tucked up near her chest, and her arms around them like she's creating a wall even as she bares her problems to Eddie.

"He... he's always been handsy with me in more ways than one. When he first got married to my mom he was nice to me... trying to buy my love with trinkets and clothes and all the things he thought I would like. But every gift came with an... expectation. And mom never believed me."

"Jesus Christ... he's a fucking monster," Eddie replies slowly, his stomach turning at the thought. You would think that anyone - anyone - would be able to recognize the issues with this kind of situation. This sort of thing is a big deal. He can't believe her mother wouldn't do anything about it.

Is that it? Is that what Marnie's been through? Is this the sort of situation she's been living with? How could anyone live with this kind of trauma... it's... it's not right.

"I would beg and beg and cry to my mom to leave him... that I didn't want his hands on me anymore. But mom only cares that I’m trying to ‘seduce’ her husband. I’m nothing more than an obstacle now... not a child to be cared for and loved."

What sort of mother would ever believe that her daughter is seducing her husband? That's just wrong. As Eddie stares at her, it dawns on him that the mother is almost as bad as the stepfather. It's disgusting.

"So that's some of my little sob story," Marnie stops to adjust her jacket, "I'm alright. I've been dealing with it for years, and more often than not as soon as he touches me I'm out the door and finding places to stay until mom and Dennis cool down."

"And... you're okay with that?" He asks, his voice soft and sympathetic. A child like her deserves much better than this life she's dealing with. It's not right. It's not fair. And that makes Eddie angry. He knows she doesn't need to see that, though, so he tries to keep his composure. "With everything you're dealing with, just... Why don't you get the police involved? This sort of thing is illegal. He should be arrested."

"Yeah..." Marnie says the word soft and sad, "I really should. But he doesn't lay hands on my mom, and well... I don't want to take away the only thing my mom has now. Ever since my real father died, she's never been the same... she's fragile now, physically and mentally. I don't know what she would do if I got Dennis arrested. Probably kill herself. And i... I do still love my mom despite everything."

Eddie stays quiet for a moment, taking in what she says. He can understand what it's like to love someone even after years of mistreatment… so empathizing with her reasoning was easy, even if he doesn’t entirely agree with it. He knows the kind of hold this sort of thing can have on you when someone so important is so vulnerable. It's a difficult situation.

He takes a deep breath, trying to put things in perspective. He doesn't want to say something he will regret.

"Yeah... that makes sense," Eddie finally replies.

"Sorry to bother all of you with this Munson. I'm kinda in the middle of one of Dennis's mood swings, hence the black eye and busted up lip. I sort of just need... something to make me forget and take away the pain."

"No, it's not a bother," he starts to reply, before stopping himself. "Actually... um... here," Eddie reaches into his jacket, and pulls out a small plastic bag. "Take this, and... take as much as you need," he says, passing it over to her. She deserves it more than he did, that's for sure.

“Shit, really? That's generous of you." Marnie takes the baggie, rolling it around absentmindedly in her hands. "I uh... well my lip is still healing so I don't wanna use my mouth but uh... would you settle for my hand?"

"What?" Eddie asks in surprise, stopping to consider what she said. Oh. OH! Did she mean… his face flushes hotly as the realization dawns on him.

"Oh." Eddie lets the sentence hang there for a moment, then gives her a small nod. "Yeah, yeah, I think that could definitely work."

Marnie laughs unexpectedly at Eddie's confusion, but her smile shows that she isn't mocking him.

"You're surprisingly innocent Munson," she shakes her head and hands over the weed, "roll us a joint pretty boy, and maybe you can tell me your sob story while we wait."

“Innocent?” Eddie chuckles, blushing as he takes the baggie from her. ”You really think so?”

As Eddie starts doling out the weed into his grinder, he thinks. Oh, she wants to hear a sob story from him? That’s a big ask. Do I have the confidence for that? Eddie figures some honesty might do him good, though, so here goes nothing.

“I guess I can give it a shot.” Eddie looks at her as he begins to grind some weed, waiting for a signal to continue.

"You already know my reputation around school, Hawkins’ resident Freak. Depending on who you ask I'm a devil worshipper, a serial killer running from my crimes or junkie," Eddie snorts derisively as he says this, his nimble fingers working away on rolling the joint. "Don't ask me how they come up with these things... I just like metal music and playing Dungeons and Dragons with my friends."

"It's crazy, isn't it?" Eddie adds, giving her a smirk as he finishes up rolling the joint. "It's like everybody has this preconceived notion of what we're like, just because of what we like. And it's really... well, it's insane. I don't get why people can't just get it. We're just people! Sure, we have our quirks and everything, but that doesn't make us any different from anyone else."

"You're totally right Munson, fuck those losers for making up stupid shit just cuz you're unique." Eddie looks up from what he's doing, surprised by how hotly Marnie was defending him. He tried to never let what the mouth breathers of Hawkins said about him behind his back get to him, but in the lonely quiet moments he could feel those words eat him up.

Freak. Satanist. Killer. Nobody. It was that last one that hurt Eddie the most.

He didn't want to be a nobody... not like his good for nothing father.

"Screw all of 'em!" he snaps, his face scrunching up in frustration. These people had nothing better to do than to spread hateful rumors about anyone that dared to be different, and it wasn’t right!

In that moment - hearing Marnie speak up in defense of him - Eddie realizes that maybe she gets it more than the rest of them. "We're not freaks," he adds, the word sticking in his throat like a stone. "We're just different. There's nothing wrong with that."

"I think you're probably one of the nicest boys in this stupid, shitty town." Marnie says, taking the now lit joint from Eddie, and wrapping her split lips around the end of it to take a drag. "You're funny and clever too. At least I think so."

"What, me? You think... that of me?" Eddie asks, surprised by her compliment. A smile forms on his face, stretching from ear to ear. The only person who's ever complimented Eddie like this was Dustin, at least that he can remember.

He looks at her, and is surprised to see how relaxed she is. She's not at all stressed out, in fact, she looks at Eddie with some warmth in her eyes. He never thought he would see that from her - it blows him away so much that he finds himself speechless.

"Don't let it go to your head too much though Munson," Marnie mumbles when she realizes she's being sweet, "compared to the rest of the jocks and ivy league bound meat heads, it's not too hard to be better than them."

"Alright, Alright," he laughs, sighing a little bit before he continues, "I'm just glad you see it too, you know?" Eddie pauses for a moment, trying to think of something interesting to say, but words miraculously escape him. He can't believe that she actually thinks highly of him at all, all things considered. If she really did think all of those things about him, it meant everything to Eddie. He had never met a girl before who actually appreciated him for who he was.

Marnie and Eddie pass the joint back and forth in silence for a moment, taking hits and letting the van get hazy. The buzz of a high is kicking in for them both and Marnie giggles, actually giggles like a cute little girl. "Shit... I think time is not moving the way it feels like it is. Yeah, I am... definitely high."

Eddie lets out a deep sigh, smiling to himself. Shooting the shit had never felt so… cathartic. It felt like a weight was lifting off of him, that Eddie was unaware he was bearing. “Yeah… I think we both really needed this huh?”

"So... what other mysteries veil the great Eddie Munson? I wanna know more about you."

"Oh... well, let's see," Eddie replies, considering her question. "Well, I am a rock, for one, like I said. I also really love Dungeons and Dragons, just a big nerdy nerd at heart."

Eddie pauses, thinking. There has to be more to him than that, right?

"I'm a loyal and dedicated friend," he adds, after a while. "I've got my friends' backs, and they've got mine. That's something I'm really proud of."

"Mmmm," Marnie hums, her smile so soft around the edges as her eyes droop from being so relaxed by the weed. "I'd love to hear you play, I bet you are a rock God, you've got such lovely hands for it."

"Really?" Eddie asks, a wave of surprise washing over him. "I'd love to play you something, if you want." He sits back in his seat, placing the joint on the dash and taking out his guitar from its case, resting it on his lap. "What do you want to hear?"

Marnie's brown eyes light up as Eddie pulls his guitar from one of the trunks in the back of the van. The shiny, sleek lines of it make her gasp happily.

"Fuck thats a beauty," her voice was soft and reverent and Eddie knew in that moment he was screwed. Any girl who could look at his guitar with the same amount of admiration he felt toward it was a girl he wanted to marry.

"Can you uh... play don't fear the reaper? I know it's not metal or anything, but I really like that song."

Smiling at Marnie’s reaction to his guitar, Eddie sits up a little straighter and almost preens. He was always so proud of his baby– “Sure, I got it memorized. I can play that for you.”

Eddie takes a breath, getting into the groove of the song before strumming the opening notes. Then he starts playing, watching Marnie watch with her enraptured eyes as the melody takes hold of her.

As soon as Eddie gets to the point where the vocals kick in, Marnie closes her eyes and begins to sing along.

Her voice wasn't anything like Eddie expected. She was so rough, and guarded; full of secrets and ice cold refusals. But her voice was round, and clear, her vibrato a gentle punctuation to her notes. She sounded like a fairy, light and ethereal and possibly not real.

He hears Marnie singing along to one of his favorite songs in a way that makes him feel like He is flying. As Eddie plays, he listens to her, his gaze transfixed by the way the song comes alive through her voice. When he nears the end of the song, Eddie stops playing.

“Wow. That was amazing... you have a beautiful voice,” he says with an awestruck smile on his face, looking over at her.. She definitely didn’t sound like he had expected—she was wonderful.

It seems as if Marnie wasn't aware how lost in the song she was as she blinks herself back into reality. "I only sounded so good because I had a rock god accompanying me," she deflects, looking away to hide the barest hint of a blush coloring her cheeks at Eddie's praise.

“Haha. Sure, right, a rock god,” he replies, chuckling a little. Eddie is not used to this sort of attention, and it feels foreign to him - but in the best way possible. “But for real, it’s true, you are an amazing singer,” Eddie adds as a slight smile creeps onto his face. And it’s true too - that song just wouldn’t have been the same without her.

"My dad used to play that song a lot, he loved the guitar too. I would sit with him in his special little corner he carved out into the basement, where he played music and wrote me songs. We would read down there together and build things... paint, and play dungeons and dragons...." Marnie's voice was wistful for a moment before she frowns. "Sorry, I didn't mean to go on like that. I haven't sung that song since my dad is no longer here to play it for me."

“It's alright , I liked hearing your voice, and I like knowing things about you. Don’t apologize.” Eddie glances away, unsure of what to do or say. What do you do when someone’s gone through something like that? So Eddie does the first thing that comes to him, which is to be kind. “Marnie, I’m sorry about your dad. He sounds like he was a great man.”

"He was the best of us all. He would have loved you," Marnie laughs, even as tears line her lashes, but refused to fall, "he would have rocked out with you, and told you that your clothes are cool while failing miserably to sound cool himself. My dad was... he was the best."

Eddie smiles at the way Marnie talks about her father. It’s obvious that she loved him with all of her heart, and he can’t help but feel for her - having someone you love so much be taken away can’t be easy. The sadness in her voice is heart wrenching. “It sounds like he was amazing,” Eddie murmurs, voice soft. “You should tell me more about him sometime. It sounds like the world really lost someone great when he passed.”

Marnie clears her throat and looks off to the side as she gathers her composure.

"Enough about me, sorry to bring the mood down. Please, play me one of your favorite songs, Eddie."

“Of course,” Eddie replies, and takes a breath, thinking about what to play to distract her.

Maybe something from Iron Maiden?... nah. Maybe something from Metallica? Hmm…

Screw it - he always liked playing The Trooper.

Eddie begins by playing the intro, and then slowly starts to ramp up into the song, playing it with all of his heart and soul. His fingers fly over the chords, the tendons in his hands straining occasionally when he has to contort his fingers in intricate ways to get the right notes. Eddie’s tongue pokes out of the side of his mouth as he concentrates, the sounds of him filling up the entire van.

By the time the joint and Eddie's song are finished the two of them are left in silence. "You're really fucking good. Too good for this backwater town anyway. I could see your name in lights and sold out shows..." Marnie tells Eddie with an honest smile.

"I don't know about that, Marnie," Eddie replies, his tone turning bashful. "I'm alright, but I'm no Eddie Van Halen or anything." He looks away for a moment before he catches himself, smiling again at Marnie. "But I'm flattered that you like my playing. It means a lot."

Marnie tucks her hair behind her ears, her kind smile and eyes turning sultry. Without words, she crawls between the gap separating the two of them, suddenly close to Eddie, close enough to smell the weed and strawberry scent that lingered on her skin.

Eddie freezes when Marnie moves herself closer to him, unsure of what to do. His heart thumps furiously, and it’s hard to breathe, but when she puts her hand on his thigh, Eddie’s body lights up and he finds himself looking into her eyes, heart fluttering ever so slightly.

“I, uh… Marnie, are you…” He doesn't know how to continue his sentence, and the words get stuck in the back of his throat..

"It's okay Eddie, relax. Remember your safe word from last time okay? Don't hesitate to stop if you don't want to keep going." Her fingers trace idle patterns on Eddie's thigh, her eyes trained on his face with such seriousness it almost worries Eddie.

He nods his agreement, his heart stuttering in his throat.

Eddie takes a deep breath. “Okay…” Closing his eyes for a moment, he gathers the courage to lean into this, to let himself feel everything he had always dreamed he could have one day.

As Eddie leans in to kiss her, Marnie pulls away, her eyes growing cold. "No kissing, that was one of my rules, remember?"

He pulls away almost immediately, jaw clenching as he feels himself flush with embarrassment.

“Ah… right… sorry…” Eddie glances down at his lap, unsure of what else to say. They had set boundaries before, and he almost broke one of them. It kind of made him feel like shit.

"It's... it's okay. Just don't do it again. I know getting caught up in the moment, most people's first instinct is to kiss to get more... heightened emotions into the mix. I'll forgive you this once Munson, but try it again and our deals are over with."

“Thanks. I appreciate it.” Eddie pauses, looking back at her. “I won’t do it again, I promise.”

Glancing down, almost shy as he smiles and asks, “So… we good, then?”

"We're good," Marnie says with a small, but still strained smile. "Just get comfortable and I'll take care of the rest."

“Ah, um… okay…” he clears his throat again with a nervous cough. “I’ll let you take the lead then…” he adds, trying to keep his voice level, even as he struggles to maintain eye contact.

Eddie watches her, trying not to stare too much and make himself seem creepy. But with each new moment that passes between them, he finds things out about Marnie that make him just want to know her more. He can admit to himself in the safety of his thoughts that he thinks she's pretty. Not in a conventional way that makes you popular at Hawkins High. Kids like Nancy Wheeler and Steve Harrington levels of attractiveness weren't fair comparisons.

She was bruised and hardened in a sad but beautiful way. Her eyes were sharp, but warm. Even her extra weight that their classmates mock her for, makes Eddie endeared to her looks.

He could stare at her for hours, but instead he flicks his eyes to the van ceiling as Marnie works at his pants buckle.

Marnie’s hands are gentle but experienced as she works at Eddie’s belt. He can sense her eyes on him even if he can’t bring himself to look at her. Her eyes had a way of making him come undone way too fast, and Eddie really wasn’t in the mood to cum in his pants.

Marnie's sudden touch is like electricity, as it jolts from the contact of her palm along his aching cock and races up his spine. Eddie chokes off a gasp of surprise by how quickly Marnie went into her business.

"Does this feel good?" She croons, shifting so her mouth is just an inch away from Eddie's ear. Her voice is low, and honeyed and it sends shivers across his skin.

“Ah-huh,” Eddie bites out, his pretty brown eyes flickering open and closed as he continues to look up at the ceiling. The carpeting reached all along the sides and ceiling of his van, and he tries to get lost in deciphering images in its texture.

As Marnie fully takes Eddie’s dick into her hand and begins to jerk it slowly, she also moves in to latch her teeth onto the lobe of his ear. Just enough pressure to feel a sting, but not enough to hurt. It makes Eddie thrust his hips weakly and moan with his head tipped back in bliss.

“Do you need your safe word?” Marnie’s husky voice is right in his ear, making his whole body go taught with need. Eddie can’t find words, can only shake his head ‘no’ while her hand is fisting around his cock with the perfect amount of pressure and speed.

Dirty images and thoughts tumble through Eddie’s foggy mind as he tentatively ruts into her soft fingers; the slick, slippery sound of his cock fucking into her grip makes him grind his teeth to keep from cumming too soon. “Haaaaaahhhhh… fuck,” Eddie supplies eloquently the moment he feels Marnie fondle his heavy balls with her other free hand, continuing to jerk him off without even faltering.

“That’s it, that’s a good boy,” Marnie moans, her voice practically making him cry out from the pleasure it brings. “Bet you’re thinking about a pretty little pussy while you fuck my hand, huh Munson? Go ahead, show me how you would fuck the pussy of your dreams. Wanna see what it’s like to get fucked so good by you, Eddie.”

Her filthy, hot words come pouring right into his ears as she presses her body against him. Her tits are bouncing from how fast she’s slicking her hand over his dick, and Eddie can’t resist taking one in his hand, while the other hesitantly goes to cradle the back of her head. When she doesn’t pull away, Eddie presses his luck further, and slowly guides Marnie to look at him.

She looks a little confused and hesitant at Eddie’s actions. But the moment his hips stutter and he practically keens while picking up the pace of his thrusting as he looks into her eyes, she understands. “Just like that Eddie, you’re so close I can feel you throb with how badly you wanna cum. Cum for me, okay? My pretty boy, so good.”

A litany of praises fall from Marnie’s lips in an almost incoherent jumble. Not once does she take her eyes off of Eddie’s blown out pupils. The decadent brown of his eyes almost swallowed in his pleasure. A guttural cry rips from Eddie unexpectedly, and he cums hard in Marnie’s trembling fingers. Her eyes boring into him flicker behind his eyelids as he struggles to keep them open in the hazy aftermath of his orgasm.

As Eddie finishes, a whimpered choked off sound in the back of his throat punctuates the moment. "You did so good," Marnie croons, and it almost makes Eddie laugh deliriously. She was the one who was amazing, he just sat back and enjoyed what she did.

Eddie opens his eyes just in time to see Marnie lick the mess off of her hands, and the sight makes him groan appreciatively.

"I'm glad you enjoyed it, Munson, all things considered." Marnie pulls away, her soft, welcoming aura shifting back into the calm enigma she predominantly wears.

“Trust me, I did more than enjoy it,” Eddie replies in a raspy voice. It makes him clear his throat, and his head still spins when he shifts slightly. “But this was… incredible. And you’re incredible.”

"You already said that, but thank you for the compliment." Marnie is making quick work of relegating the joint and taking a few more drags off of it before passing it over to Eddie to finish off. “Well, unless you have anything else you want to do, Munson, I guess I should split. See if I can find a place to lie low tonight until Dennis has his temper under control."

“Are you alright, Marnie?” Eddie asks, his voice soft as he reaches out to place a hand on her shoulder. “Can I… can I do anything for you?”

Marnie flinches a little at the touch, but she doesn't shrug him off. "To... to be honest I um... well I've worn out my welcome staying with my coworkers when Dennis gets like this. I'm a little scared of sleeping out on the streets."

Eddie’s expression softens as he pats Marnie’s shoulder gently. “You know, you’re always more than welcome to crash at my place.” He lets his words hang in the air for a moment, not sure if they were appropriate or not. “Uh, I mean… if you want to. No pressure.”

"Eddie I..." Marnie cuts herself off, but Eddie sees the gratitude pouring from her expression as soon as she looks up at him. "I shouldn't ask more from you."

“No, no… it’s okay.” He replies quickly, realizing that he might have just said something wrong. But he wants to make sure she knows that she’s welcome in his home, no matter what. “Really, it's really okay. I want you to be safe.” Eddie adds after a moment’s pause, hoping that would help put her mind at ease. “Like I said, you’re more than welcome. Any time.”

"Thank you," Her voice is small as she shrinks into herself as if to hide her vulnerability.

It was at that moment that Eddie knew she wasn't as tough and mean and unbothered as she wanted people to think she was. She was just a girl with a heart so bruised and battered that it didn't know how to trust in anything good anymore.

"No problem. If... if you change your mind at any point, I'll be here for you. Always."

Marnie's attention is snapped up at those words, her mouth hanging open slightly as her eyes frantically scan Eddie's expression as if to find any hint of a lie there.

"Thanks uh... yeah, thanks." Marnie seems lost for words, but that was fine. Eddie understood her just fine without them.

With a final pat on her shoulder, Eddie gestures for her to hop up to the front seat with him so they could head off to his place.

The two then buckle up and Eddie fiddles with the stereo as soon as the van comes to life. The music blared at eardrum splitting levels for a brief moment before Eddie turns it down, giving Marnie an apologetic look. "You wanna listen to anything in particular?" Eddie asks, trying to make sure he was being as kind a host as possible for their ride to his place.

"I don't mind at all, I'm good with just listening to whatever you like." She replies, her eyes looking out the window as she says it.

"How about some Metallica?" Eddie asks, glancing over at her. "You're going to have to put up with some heavy metal, you know. It's kind of my thing." He adds with a small, sheepish smile.

Marnie turns to look Eddie over, the sarcasm dripping from her expression before she even opens her mouth. "Really," she jabs a finger at one of the plethora of band patches on Eddie's denim jacket, "I would have never guessed."

Fair enough,” Eddie quips, the shit eating grin on his face only growing. “There’s no hiding it, I suppose.” He glances back out at the road, but quickly returns his attention to Marnie. “What do you listen to? You got any favorite bands?”

"I don't have as refined tastes as you Munson." Marnie drawls, but her smile shows that she's teasing him. "I like the Eagles. Fleetwood Mac, The Ramones. Bob Dylan, Queen. Journey, yeah I know it's typical. AC/DC, The Cure. But my all time favorite band is Depeche Mode. I'd give anything to see them live."

Marnie's smile turns gentle and genuine as she adds that last part.

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Devour Part Four

TW: Age gap. Older woman, younger man. Angst (JJ's shitty, abusive dad. Non existent mom. Mommy issues if you look hard enough.) Minors 🚫.

I love sitting in front of her desk, drawing in my notebook and picturing her naked except for her stilettos. Her demeanor is professional, but when she walks around the classroom all eyes are on her. Ok, so I want to fuck my teacher and I'm pretty sure that the feeling is mutual. When I was in kindergarten, I adored Mrs. Cobbler. In the first grade, I worshipped Mrs. Robertson. When I discovered that I wouldn't have her as a teacher again, to say that I had a meltdown would be putting it extremely mildly. I ended up in the school social workers office who talked down to me endlessly and told my dad that I was projecting my lack of a mother figure onto my teachers. It's a bunch of bullshit. There's absolutely nothing about Marnie that makes me think of my mother.

Almost a month into the year, Ms. Cooper asks me if I could stop by her room after school is done and I trip over myself, telling her yes even though it means missing my ride home and having to catch the bus. The day drags on forever, my eyes glued to the clocks on the classroom walls. Daydreaming about her. Wishing I could be with her.

The clanging of the bell startles me out of my daydreams and I wander the empty halls to her classroom, forcing myself to calm down so I'm not out of breath. I knock on the slightly open door and see her sitting behind her desk looking at her laptop. She glances up and smiles at me. "JJ, thank you for coming. "

"Not a problem, " I say. "Good." She leans back against the chair and I can't help my eyes from wandering over her perfect body.

"JJ, do you think that you or your friends might be willing to help me move my furniture around my apartment?" I swallow as my mind races and I grasp for something to say and all that I can come up with is, "what kind of furniture?"

She laughs and the sound of it is soft and silky down my spine. She tells me that she took this teaching job at the last minute and moved here from Chicago. She spent her whole summer setting up her classroom and getting ready for the school year and she never had a chance to unpack her belongings and the moving men just basically dumped her stuff off in the apartment and never set it up accordingly. I hear her mention that she can't do it by herself and that she's tired of the controlled chaos. She also mentions that she doesn't know anyone down here and that maybe I could help her with that.

She looks up at me expectantly, smiling. I nod the entire time that she's talking. "Yeah, absolutely. I know a couple of guys." I feel excitement at the idea of spending time alone with her. "I'll pay you for your help. " I can't contain the smile that spreads across my face and ask her, "When do you want to do it?"

She smiles so sweet at me and says "Saturday morning?. Around 11?" She asks me so sweetly that I almost beg her to let me help her right now. "Sounds like a plan. "

"You're the best. I hope that I'm not keeping you from your friends, I promise you that it'll be quick. I already know where I want to put everything. Are you sure that you're ok with this?" She looks up at me through her long lashes.

"It's not a problem. " I tell her and a slow smile creeps across her face and it makes me feel proud that I'm the one who put it there. " I can't even begin to tell you how much this means to me. "

She grabs a pen and paper and gives me her address. I begin to reach across the desk for it as she pulls it back. She scribbles something else down on the piece of paper and says "I put my cell number down as well in case you can't make it, just let me know either way. "

Little does she know that nothing could keep me away from her. I take the piece of paper, fold it carefully and slide it into the back pocket of my shorts. I say the only thing that I can think of which is "See you Saturday. "

She smiles and thanks me again. I reluctantly leave her classroom and run down the empty hallway, knowing that I am cutting it pretty close to missing the last bus of the day. As I'm waiting for the bus, I discreetly take the piece of paper out and unfold it. I look at her handwriting, it's neat and my heart starts to race as I look at her phone number. I don't know where her apartment is in the city, but I can Google it tonight. I think about asking John B and Pope to help but something inside of me tells me not to tell anyone. I don't want anyone knowing that I'm going to spend my Saturday with Marnie helping her out. I definitely feel like I'm walking on air.

When Saturday finally gets here I tell everyone that I can't hang out because I'm falling behind in all of my classes. I find out where she lives, thank you Google maps. I take my motorbike and drive to her place. I pull up to her apartment and park in the visitor parking space and make my way up.

I honestly don't know how long it's going to take as I make my way into the building. My heart starts beating out of my chest as I get in the elevator and press the button for the 4th floor. It suddenly hits me that I'm about to be in her personal space and my mouth feels dry. I can't wait to get started.

Marnie lives on the 4th floor of the Garden Grove apartment complex, overlooking a bunch of trees and water. I knock on her door and when she answers it, my jaw drops open. She's wearing yoga pants and a purple curve hugging t shirt and her beautiful smile. "JJ, come in. Please. Where is everyone else?" I give her my best smile. The one that makes my dimples pop. "It's just me, is that ok?"

She looks over her shoulder at the heavy furniture and I show her the bag that I brought with me. It has furniture moving disks called moving men and I explain to her that you just stick them under the furniture and it makes it really easy to do. She nods her approval and let's me into her space.

She shuts the door behind me and says "Let's get started, shall we?" I follow her into the living room. My eyes glued to her spectacular ass. Her blonde hair is in a messy bun and her lips look shiny and pouty. I feel like a dog in heat as I follow behind her.

She brings me to a very large, very solid looking armoire and says "This one first, please. " I nod and look over at her. "Where do you want it?" She points to the opposite corner of the living room. "You have to help me tip it," I tell her. "I can do the rest. " I drop down to my knees and slide the disks under the legs of the furniture. I effortlessly slide it across the room and she claps when I have it where she wants it.

Her praise makes me smile. We finish the living room and dining room/kitchen pretty quickly and as I'm moving empty boxes out of the way I can't help but thinking that she has a shitload of stuff. But then I remember that she's had a long time to collect stuff. Everything I own fits into my tiny room.

Once I know that she's satisfied with where I've moved everything she says, "Do you want to take a break? Lemonade?"

"Sure," I shrug my shoulders and I would have drunk anything she offered me. I follow her into the kitchen and jump up onto her counter. I like watching her move. She walks past me and she smells amazing and I bet she tastes even better. She smiles at me as she brings me the ice cold lemonade and it makes me feel special. Her eyes sparkle and I know that she's teasing me. It's hard to look away but I force myself to. I let her know that I don't have any place else to be and she gives me a look that I can't quite read. "Really?" Her hand brushes mine and I feel like I've been shocked. We both move our hands away and she lets out a quiet laugh.

My heart's in my throat and I drum my fingers on my thighs. I jump down from the counter and stand in front of her. "So, what's next?" She looks up at me and says the words I've been dying to hear. "My bedroom. "

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