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love grows {part four} ~ stranger things au

pairings. Eddie x OC warnings. SMUT! Going down (mtf), boobies, almost sex. No protection. Mentions of illness (cancer) and intense bullying. Also angst but also fluff.

etc. This chapter is INSANELY long but I couldn’t stop writing. Also I’m spoiling you guys with my constant posting. I gotta write faster at this rate! And also, there is some very subtle foreshadowing in this chapter so tell me if you find it.

part one - part two - part three

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Rosemary had played Dungeons and Dragons two times already in the mere week that had passed. And she couldn’t lie, it was really fun.

“Okay Rosemary,” Will was sitting at her kitchen table while Dustin and Lucas were playing the Atari they had brought over. In the past week, the boys had decided that this was their new favorite place to hang out. Mainly because Rosemary never told them no and always made them snacks. “I’m almost done.”

Will was helping her flesh out her DnD character and was currently drawing out what she looked like. “You remembered the ebony duel blades?” She asked, glancing over at Will and Eleven talking on the couch. Rosemary was surprised Hop let her out to her house but he seemed to trust that Rosemary knew how to stay hidden.

The boy nodded. He was doing shockingly well since his traumatic experience just over a month before, and Rosemary knew he hated it but she had promised his mother Joyce that she would keep an eye on him. He put the colored pencil gently on the table and looked up at her smiling, “Done!”

Rosemary smiled as she came around the table to have a look at his drawing. She read the description loud, “A disgraced sorcerer turned Rouge, Thorn is a deadly level 10 assassin who prefers stealth mode but will use magic as needed. Came from an affluent elven family who upon discovery of her betrayal had her ears docked. Now she joins quests searching for her shot at redemption. Primary weapon: assault blades, secondary weapon: dark sorcery.”

The drawing was super cool. The character kind of looked like her but way prettier with hair down past her hips braided into two thick plaits. Most of her was shrouded by a long dark cloak, two blades just visible in her grasp. The character, Thorn, had black smudged all around her eyes and running down her cheeks. Rosemary looked up at Will and tousled his hair, “Badass.”

Will was beaming, “So next campaign you can really get into character. Next one is gonna be so sick!” He launched into telling her the details of what his plans were.

As he spoke Rosemary’s thoughts wandered a bit as she stared at the key fab. Her mom was at work again. But she was beginning to wonder if these ‘extra hours’ were really just her going to the clinic for treatments.

She and her mom still hadn’t talked about her mothers diagnosis.

“Rosemary!” Will was shaking her arm and she blinked hard. “Is everything okay?”

“Sorry,” Rosemary sighed, but she wasn’t really ready to tell the kids about her mom. It wasn’t something that they needed to think about, “I just have a date in a couple hours,” Will made a face, “I know, I know, gross. It’s just I haven’t really decided what to wear or anything like that.” It’s true, she had a date with Eddie in a few hours, but in truth she just didn't want to tell the real reason for her mental distance.

Will tapped his pencil on the table, “You should use that hair clip from the last campaign. It was pretty.”

“Yeah?” Rosemary beamed at the boy who nodded back with a shy smile. “Okay, deal.”

…

Rosemary was cleaning up after the kids when her mom came home.

She looked exhausted.

The house was clean now that the party had gone home, Rosemary was just placing the dishes to dry. “Hi mom.” She said.

Rhiannon placed her keys on the fab while shaking off her shoes, “How was band practice?” Her tone was off, a little on edge.

Rosemary just shrugged, “it was fine. I got to miss last period for it. The heater was broken so it was super cold.”

“Hmm.” Rhiannon was bundled up tight as it had been freezing out that day, but Rosemary watched as she removed all of her winter wear except her hat.

“So,” Rosemary chewed on her cheek, “I’m um, I’m going out with a friend tonight if that’s ok?”

“Sure dear, just give me a call if you spend the night anywhere.” It’s better that way. Rhiannon thought. I feel terrible, I don’t want her to see me like this.

Normally Rosemary would ask her mom to help her pick out an outfit for the night, or to paint her nails. But recently Rosemary didn’t know what to say to her mother, she didn’t want to make her exert any extra energy.

“Ok.” Rosemary said quietly.

I have to tell her soon. Her mothers thoughts had been more guarded recently, the only reason she could hear them currently is cause she was actively trying. Rosemary turned away and went upstairs, wiping the blood away from her nose.

It would be a lie to say Rosemary wasn’t at least excited about her date. No one had ever asked her out on a date before.

Well, that wasn’t true actually. As Rosemary hopped into the shower she remembered that a few boys over the years had asked her to the movies or to study but she had just always said no. But now that Hawkins Lab was shut down, she felt like she could finally be more free to be normal.

But she did currently feel a bit foolish now as she had no idea what she was supposed to wear on a date. Was it formal? Was it casual?

One thing she knew for sure was that it was cold out, so definitely something warm.

“Rosemary!” Her mother called for her from downstairs.

Wrapping a towel around her chest, Rosemary bolted downstairs to where her mom was standing by the wall, phone receiver in hand.

“You have a phone call from someone named Eddie.” Rosemary took the phone from her mother, “You’re dripping on the floor.” Rhiannon pointed out before taking a step back.

Rosemary rolled her eyes and held the phone up to her ear, “Hello?”

“Hey angel.” Even through the phone she could tell he was smiling.

Rosemary couldn’t help the smile that seeped onto her face at the sound of the nickname. “Hey, is everything ok?”

Wait, why is she smiling like that? No boy has ever called the house for her before. Rhiannon stared at her daughter, what have I been missing? Rosemary could feel the sadness dripping from her mothers thoughts.

“Yeah, everything is perfect. I just wanted to make sure you remembered our date tonight and that you weren’t caught up at band practice or anything. ” Eddie’s tone was excited but she could hear tapping over the receiver, he was probably tapping his fingers.

“I remembered.” Rosemary blushed, knowing her mother was listening to every word. “Six, right? What are we doing?”

Wait, six tonight? Is that what you meant by you going out later? Rosemary Sage Price do you have a date tonight? And you didn’t tell me? Rosemary was having a hard time listening to both her mother and Eddie so she held her finger up to her mouth in a silent shushing motion.

Eddie’s laugh rang through the phone, “That’s a secret for me to know and you to find out. But just make sure you’re warm, I don’t want you freezing to death on me.”

Rosemary giggled, “Yeah that might put a damper on things a little.”

“Would definitely add on to the ‘freak’ reputation if I’m found with a dead body.” Rosemary laughed again, and Eddie sighed contentedly, “Okay then, Rosemary, I will see you at 6.”

“Okay, bye.”

“Bye.”

The last ‘bye’ was Rhiannon mockingly imitating her daughter's giddy tone of voice as Rosemary hung up the phone.

Rosemary was nervous about her mothers reaction. But her sunny disposition seemed to have returned for a moment as Rhiannon came and put her hands on Rosemary’s shoulders, “Your first date and you weren’t going to let me help you get ready?” Her mother smiled warmly at her but Rosemary could see the fatigue in her eyes.

The girl’s eyes drifted to the floor, “You’ve just been so busy mom, I didn’t want to bother you.”

Rhiannon tipped her daughter's chin up to look at her, “You are the only achievement in my life that truly matters to me. You will always be my priority and I will never be too busy for milestones like this. I’m sorry I made you feel that anything else was the truth.”

Somehow her mother apologizing only made her feel worse. “Don’t be sorry mom, it’s ok.”

“Have you picked your outfit yet?” Rosemary shook her head, “I’ll help you get ready and you can tell me about him, ok?”

…

“I was thinking hair in braids, yeah?” Her mother said, setting down the blow dryer now that Rosemary’s hair was dry but Rosemary shook her head, “No?”

“Eddie said he likes it down. He said it’s pretty.” Rosemary blushed and her mother laughed as she set down the hair tie she’d been holding, “Can I use your hair clip instead?”

“That’ll be cute too.” Rhiannon said as she grabbed her tortoise shell claw clip and did a half up style on Rosemary’s thick ebony hair, making sure to let her bangs and baby hairs fall out in the front. “I wish I knew where you got these looks from, maybe I could get some of my own.”

Rosemary rolled her eyes, “Says Hawkin’s Heartthrob circa 1968.” Rosemary was working on her makeup while her mom picked at her hair.

When Rosemary was a little girl, just after coming to be with her mother, she remembered looking through some beauty magazines and seeing a special issue on a girl named Twiggy. That was the first time Rosemary thought about being pretty and what that meant to her. When her mother let her start to wear makeup her thoughts always went back to Twiggy.

Which is probably why she liked to use eyeliner to make little fake lashes along her bottom eyelids which accented her sanpaku eyes.

“Mom,” Rosemary blinked as she looked in the mirror, “I wish I had your nose.” Rhiannon’s nose was perfect, a little upturned at the end with subtle freckles sprinkled across; Different from Rosemary’s nose. Rosemary’s from the front was slender and delicate looking, but from the side had a bit of a tall bridge and instead of her mothers spray of freckles had a dark beauty mark in the space between her bridge and the inner corner of her eye. And after the fight with Billy, it now strayed a little bit towards the left.

Rhiannon guffawed, “What?” She took her daughter's face in her hands, “Rosemary, just because you don’t look like the girls in the magazines doesn’t mean you’re not beautiful.”

Rosemary rolled her eyes, “You have to say that, you’re my mom.”

“True,” Her mother said, “But I also really mean it when I say you have the kind of looks that make other girls sick wishing they looked like you. Not because you look so much more special than anyone else, but because you are so confident in who you are.”

Moving to change into the outfit she had picked, Rosemary hummed, “Thanks, I guess no matter how I look now beats the shaved head.” She said as she pulled the heavy knit cream turtle-neck sweater over her head. Rosemary had always liked how it was a little oversized and the midnight grey leaves embroidered into its design.

“You know,” Rhiannon moved to sit on her daughter's bed, “the guy I helped buy the house on Fleetwood Drive the other day had a nose kind of like yours. He was from Chile.”

“It’s possible.” Rosemary slipped into a pair of dark grey wool stockings before pulling on her black mini corduroy flare skirt, the one with brass buttons down the front. “Whenever I get images from the past the voices I hear are speaking Spanish.”

Rhiannon reached for her daughter's hand and gave it a squeeze, “How much luckier does that make me that you found your way here to be mine?”

There was that weight again, tugging at Rosemary’s chest. She should be so happy right now, but all she could feel was fear. What would life be like without her mom? But that fear shouldn’t stop her from being here in the moment with her, “I love you Mom.” She said sincerely.

“I love you too, Small One.” Her mother stood up, “And since I love you so much, I’m going to let you pick one of my lipsticks to wear.”

Eyes widening in excitement, Rosemary bit her lip, “Really?” Her mother let her do most anything with her wardrobe and makeup but was always a little weird about lipstick.

“Yes,” her mother called from outside the room, “You’re not my little girl anymore, you’re a woman. It’s time I stop treating you like a child.”

Rosemary was stepping into her black Mary Janes when her mother returned holding her tubes of Dior lipsticks. She could barely contain her excitement as she picked out a dark brown color, the bold color looked vibrant against her light olive skin tone as she applied it in the mirror.

“Beautiful.” Rhiannon remarked before playfully tousling her daughter's hair. “Keep it.”

…

It wasn’t long after getting ready that Rosemary saw Eddie’s lights in the driveway.

Her mother was in the bathroom and in an attempt to avoid any awkwardness Rosemary simply called out, “Bye mom! See you later!” Before bolting out the door and into Eddie’s passenger seat.

Eddie looked like the air had been punched out of him when she sat down. “Rosemary, you look…” Something caught his eye and he started to laugh, “like your mom is walking towards us in her pajamas.”

Words could not express the mortification Rosemary felt as her mother ran towards the van and tapped on the driver side window. Eddie grinned as he rolled the window down. “Mom.” Rosemary groaned.

You didn’t think you’d get away that easy did you?

She had certainly hoped so.

“Mrs.Price! It’s nice to meet you but you’re going to catch your death out here in the cold.” Eddie said smoothly as he struggled to take off his big brown carhartt jacket, “Here, let me give you-“

Her mother put her hand up to politely silence Eddie, “You’re sweet but I’ll only be a second. And please, call me Rhiannon.” Rhiannon reached through the window and handed Rosemary two twenty dollar bills, “An advance on the chores for this week.”

“Thanks, mom.” Rosemary was blushing hard.

“Now Eddie,” Eddie’s attention snapped to Rhiannon’s face, which was friendly but also stern, “I’m not going to give you a curfew but I would ask you to have her back at a reasonable time, okay? She wanted to plant the tulip bulbs in the morning and she gets cranky if her garden isn’t kept up to par so I’d prefer not to have her in a bad mood tomorrow, understood?”

“Mom!” Rosemary moaned.

Eddie pressed his fingers to his temple in a salute, “Yes, ma’am! I would never dream of leaving her in a bad mood.”

A shiver ran through Rhiannon’s body as she nodded, “Alright then, have fun tonight and be safe. It was nice to meet you Eddie, I hope I’ll be seeing you again.” She stepped back and Eddie started to back out of the driveway, but Rosemary heard her mother call out one last “I love you” before Eddie closed the window and cranked up the heat in the van.

“Your mom is nice.” He probed and Rosemary burst out laughing.

“No, no, no, that was my mom completely trying to embarrass me.” She said between laughs. This was the first time Rosemary had a chance to look at Eddie. His big coat, the Metallica t-shirt layered underneath the dark blue flannel she had given him the week before and his black ripped jeans. He was wearing a black bandana on his head and from the passenger seat Rosemary could smell his cologne.

Rosemary bit her lip, he looked really good.

“Question though,” Eddie looked at her, “Pretty sure it’s supposed to snow tonight, it’s not really a good time to be gardening.”

“Oh.” Rosemary giggled, “They’re tulip bulbs. They have to be planted in the winter to be fully grown in the spring. It’s the perfect time actually.”

Eddie Munson was going to get in a car accident from how he couldn’t stop staring at her, “I didn’t know you liked gardening so much.” He smiled. That’s so fucking cute.

Tucking a strand of hair being her ear, Rosemary grinned, “Where do you think my name comes from?”

“Wow, your mom must have been psychic.” He laughed but when she just stared at him expectantly, Eddie side eyed her, “You mean to tell me that you picked your own name?”

Her laugh bounced off the walls of the van again, “I had… another name. Before I was with my mom. But I hated it and so did she. But it also took us a while to pick out a new one, she said she wanted one that fit me. So after like, two months, I had been out in the garden so often that Rosemary just kind of stuck.” Rosemary turned a little pink, “That’s why my mom calls me Small One sometimes, it’s what she called me before we picked a new name.”

“Your old name was that bad?” Eddie inquired, “What was it? Hildigraith or something?”

Even though he was joking Rosemary stiffened a little. She was trying hard not to actually lie to him, just to avoid certain truths. But it’s hard when the only name she had until she was ten was a number. Rosemary glanced down at her wrist, rubbing at the cover up tattoo nervously.

“Yeah,” she laughed nervously, “something like that.” Rosemary could feel the slightly raised skin around the now covered ‘005’ and she fidgeted with it slightly.

The movement caught Eddie’s attention and he glanced down, “I saw your tattoo the other night.” Rosemary’s head snapped up in panic before realizing he meant the Celtic knot. Obviously. “It’s pretty. Does it mean anything?”

Rosemary shrugged, “A lot. It can mean the balance between life, death and rebirth. Sometimes they represent different elements. But usually they just ward off evil.” It hasn’t really worked so far for that but at least it looked nice.

“You have a lot of evil that needs warding off?” Eddie snorted at the idea and Rosemary smirked at his innocence.

“Well, it is Hawkins.”

…

“I don’t understand.” Eddie huffed as he parked the car, “The Christmas Lights in the Park was supposed to start today.” His bottom lip jutted out in a pout.

Seeing him like this brought pangs of pity to Rosemary’s chest, while he was obviously playing up the dramatics, his eyes betrayed him.

This is so lame. She’s totally going to think I didn’t plan this at all. I’m blowing it.

“Hey,” Rosemary soothed, “It’s ok… maybe they just haven’t turned them on yet? They’re all set up.”

Eddie nodded glumly, getting out of the car to try and find someone to ask while Rosemary trailed behind. Eventually an old caretaker of the park came out of his office and Eddie asked him why the lights weren’t on.

“Postponed.” The old man huffed, “Apparently the Technician forgot the main breaker to turn it on and off. Hell of a screw up if you ask me.” Eddie’s face fell, “Believe me, young man, you won’t be the only ones disappointed tonight. I’m gonna have to phone all the vendors that can't come until tomorrow.”

Rosemary looked around, spotting the light strand meticulously set up around the park, “Everything is set up though?” She asked innocently and the old man nodded.

“Just no way to turn it on without a switch.”

Rosemary nodded and Eddie kicked the ground as they walked away, others filing into the park looking around in confusion.

You were an idiot to think you could give a girl like this a good time. She probably wants to go home.

Okay, that was the last straw. “Eddie, I left my purse in the car. Could you just go find it for me? I just need to use the restroom.”

Eddie smiled, “Sure thing, Angel.”

As soon as Eddie was out of sight Rosemary looked around. The old man had said that everything was connected to the power, just no switch to turn it on

Well, that was okay. Rosemary could be a switch.

Reaching out her hand and closing her eyes, Rosemary pictured the park in her mind. Dark and quiet, and then she pictured it how she wanted it and willed it into existence.

And when she opened her eyes it was so. All the lights in the park flicked on, illuminating every space that had once been dark. Lights wound around every branch of every tree, and hung like a canopy above her. Music suddenly began to play over speaks placed behind bushes.

The old caretaker stumbled from his office and looked around. Searching for the words before he whooped aloud in excitement, ushering people in.

Rosemary smiled in a silent glee. What she had just done was risky, but seemingly worth it as the small crowd of people who had turned back in disappointment had suddenly made 180’s to roam the park again, much happier expressions on their faces.

“Rosemary!” Eddie was running towards her, trying not to slip on any ice. “What happened? The lights?!” His face was beaming and Rosemary simply shrugged.

“Christmas miracle?” She suggested with a grin.

“Hold on,” Eddie tipped her chin up to look at him, “You have a nose bleed.” He wiped the blood away with a bandana that hung from his back pocket. “There.”

Not very long afterwards, the vendors started to set up shop and people from all over Hawkins were bustling around Hawkins Liberty Park.

The smell of roasted nuts wafted towards the young couple and Rosemary practically drooled at the sight of them. “Hold on!” She dropped Eddie’s hand as she ran over to purchase two small bags.

Returning victorious she handed a bag to Eddie who tapped them together, “Cheers to our Christmas miracle.”

“Or just some faulty wiring.” Rosemary suggested with a laugh.

“Cheers to whatever.”

They walked in silence for a moment, Rosemary silently taking in her beautiful surroundings. Eddie, rather, was taking her in. He watched how the lights reflected in her dark irises and the clouds that escaped her lips each time she breathed out. Speaking of lips, that dark shade she had on was captivating.

He cleared his throat, “I don’t think I got to finish my thought earlier. You look damn beautiful, Rosemary.” As Eddie said it, small white flakes began to appear and disappear in her dark hair. It was snow, he realized, but it looked like glistening diamonds against her dark tresses.

Rosemary looked up at him, looping her arm through his, “You look pretty good yourself, Eddie Munson. Especially in the snow.” She laughed, looking up to the sudden onset of white flakes.

Both of their cheeks glowed with pink, but who knew if it was their flirting or the cold?

“Rosemary!”

Strawberry blonde hair was bobbing towards her through the crowd. Chrissy.

And she wasn’t alone, Jason’s arm was firmly tucked around her waist.

Rosemary felt Eddie stiffen next to her but she only tightened her grip on his arm. “Hi Chrissy! Jason.” She nodded towards them both.

The blonde couple stopped as they saw who Rosemary had her arm looped with.

What the fuck is she doing with the Freak? Jason’s thoughts were intrusive, kind of making her head hurt. Doesn’t she know this makes her look bad?

Jason’s smile never faltered though.

“I didn’t know you were going to be here tonight!” Chrissy said excitedly, her initial shock seemingly gone. Rosemary searched her mind, she’s smart. Rosemary wouldn’t be around someone she didn’t like. Jesus, hopefully Jason learns a thing or two from Chrissy.

Rosemary touched her friend's arm with her free hand, “Sorry Chrissy, I forgot to mention it earlier. This is Eddie by the way, Eddie Munson. He’s my…” Rosemary didn’t know what to say, she didn’t want to assume Eddie liked her as much as she liked him. But maybe saying friend would hurt his feelings. “My date tonight.”

Eddie smiled a forced smirk, “That’s me. The date.” He laughed dryly. Rosemary could tell he was uncomfortable and after the last time she’d seen how Jason treated him, she didn’t blame him.

“Well you look super cute!” Chrissy gushed, “I wanna borrow that sweater next week, okay?”

Chrissy and Rosemary had grown closer now that things had settled down. Chrissy had finally been invited to Rosemary’s house after years of friendship. I didn’t know Roe liked Eddie, she never mentioned it. He must be nice then, I’ve seen how she treats people who aren’t.

A memory flashed through Chrissy’s mind of when some student on the way home from middle school had lifted her cheerleading skirt and Rosemary had physically pushed the kid to the ground and began to berate him ruthlessly. What Chrissy didn’t know was that Rosemary had also forced the kid to wet his pants, she thought that was just out of fear of Rosemary.

The same Rosemary who was now trying to stifle a laugh at her friend's memory. “Yeah, I’ll bring it on Monday.”

Don’t think that by getting in good with Rosemary you’re gonna be one of us, Freak. You’ll mess this up somehow. And when you do we’ll be waiting to teach you a lesson for trying.

“Jason!” Rosemary blurted out in a moment of seething rage at listening to his thoughts. Jason looked up at her in confusion and Rosemary rushed to cover her tracks. She blinked and Jason’s nose started to gush blood, “Your nose is bleeding!” Rosemary exclaimed and Chrissy gasped, pulling a tissue from her purse to hand to him as Jason rushed to keep the blood off of his letterman’s jacket.

“Good catch, Roe, thank you.” Jason said through the blood.

“It must be going around,” Eddie remarked, “Your nose is bleeding again too, Rosemary.” He pulled his handkerchief out again to wipe the drop of blood from her nose.

Chrissy tutted, “It’s the dry winter. My knuckles always get so cracked this time of year. Oh jeez, Jason, it won’t stop bleeding”

“There’s a bathroom over there.” Rosemary pointed out.

Chrissy was in the middle of running him to the bathroom when Rosemary got a sudden wave of emotion from her.

No. Not emotion. Hunger.

It wasn’t a thought per say, but an overwhelming sensation that enveloped all of Chrissy for a moment, and it was so strong it made Rosemary feel ill. Like so hungry that she would kill someone to eat, but as though one bite would make her vomit.

“Chrissy! Wait!” Rosemary surged forward, breaking away from Eddie’s arm. Jason was running ahead to the bathroom while Chrissy paused to turn towards her friend, “Here,” Rosemary all but shoved the nuts into Chrissy’s hands, “I-I don’t feel good.”

Chrissy’s eyes widened and she shook her head. “No! It’s okay! I’m not hungry!” Her tone dripped with cheer but Rosemary could feel the difference between when she was truly happy.

“Please.” Rosemary stuttered, still feeling the sensation coming from Chrissy, “Chrissy…” Rosemary’s stomach twisted and she spoke just over a whisper, “Please eat them.” The level of desperation freaked Chrissy out.

D-does she know? How could she know? I-I don’t want to disappoint Roe, she’s always stood up for me. How would she feel if she knew I was doing this? Does she know??

Rosemary tried to regain her composure and forced a smile, “it’s just that I don’t want them to go to waste, and they’re sweet like you.” Chrissy nodded, a smile returning to her lips, “Chrissy,” Rosemary paused, not sure what to say next but deciding to just speak from the heart, “Thank you for being my friend all this time. I-I love you.”

Chrissy’s face turned bright red as a smile lit up her face. A real one this time. She loves me? Roe’s never said that before. Is it too sappy to say I love you back?

“Anyway, I need to get back to Eddie. See you on Monday!” Rosemary didn’t want to prolong her awkward feeling and the hunger sensation was making her sick.

“O-okay!” Chrissy had a lot she wanted to say but just settled on a wave and a, “See you!” Before chasing after Jason.

An arm snaked around Rosemary’s neck, it was warm against the biting cold. “Are you okay? You went super pale on me.” Eddie pressed his free hand against her forehead, kind of kidding but his eyes held a little genuine concern.

“Yeah,” Rosemary sighed, leaning into his touch, “Just hungry.”

Eddie grinned, “Perfect, I have dinner waiting for us.”

…

“I know it’s not much, but it’s my castle. I would say I’m the king but my uncle pays most of the rent so I guess for now he holds the crown. Which is fine, heavy is the head am I right?”

He was rambling.

Rosemary looked around the trailer park as Eddie unlocked his door. So many people lived in such close quarters, they must constantly be running over each other, asking one another for help. No one probably ever felt alone.

It sounded nice.

I hope she isn’t freaked out. I know it’s not as nice as her house, hell it isn’t even a house, but I tried to make it nice for her.

Eddie was nervous enough that his hands were shaking as he opened the door for Rosemary.

When she stepped inside it was immediately fifty degrees warmer, the heat felt nice against her flushed cheeks.

The trailer was a trailer, a little cramped, but Rosemary admired how clean it was. Eddie certainly had tried to make it nice, everything was stacked away nicely, freshly vacuumed and mopped. It smelled like Pinesol, which ironically was one of her favorite smells.

There was a wall of trucker hats that she beelined to, and beneath it a book full of stamps that someone had meticulously collected.

“Uh, my uncle is kind of a collector. Wayne used to travel a lot for work, hence the trailer home. It made moving easier. But then I needed someone to look after me and he settled down in Hawkins.”

Rosemary found a bin on the floor full of license plates and she enthusiastically began to flip through them, admiring each state she saw.

“He didn’t used to have so many, but I liked to help him find new ones. Sometimes I would go down to the junkyard and look for different ones. I’m only missing three now, Alaska, Hawaii and New Mexico.” You sound so lame right now, please shut up. She probably thinks this is all so lame.

But he couldn’t be more wrong. So many different places, so much stuff to see. Rosemary was fascinated; it felt like when she was freshly free from the lab and every new thing she saw made her feel giddy and excited to be free.

When she turned and grinned up at him, Eddie’s worries melted away. “This place is so cool.”

He could practically see his heart melted and gooey on the floor from the expression on her face. Eddie could feel how sincere she was.

“I mean, I would cool it on the ‘so’ cool part but it’s got its charms. It could probably use a garden out front though.” Eddie teased, eliciting a laugh from Rosemary.

There were two large flat brown boxes on the kitchen counter that was giving off an absolutely heavenly smell. “Is that for us?” Rosemary asked in excitement.

“Yeah, I know it’s not much but I picked it up earlier. I had left it in the oven to keep it warm but it looks like Wayne took a slice before leaving for work.” Eddie sighed, nothing seemed to be going exactly right tonight.

Rosemary hopped over and opened the pizza box. Sure enough a slice of pepperoni was missing, “The man has good taste.” She beamed as she picked up a slice and all but swallowed it.

Eddie shook his coat off and hung it by the door. “We can go eat in my room, I moved the tv in there so we could watch a movie.” He grabbed the boxes and led the way to the back of the trailer.

When Rosemary saw the inside of the room she smiled. It was very Eddie. Posters hanging all over the place, a guitar hung on the wall with what looked like a shrine. His mattress just lay on the floor but he had obviously cleaned everything up. The bed had fresh sheets and was neatly made, although it had pillows and blankets galore.

And the room was covered in Christmas lights that cast a warm glow across the room. Rosemary was touched by how much care Eddie had put into tonight. And it broke her heart how mean he was to himself, as he currently thought about how much more she deserved.

“Eddie,” Rosemary plopped down on his bed, looking around in awe, “I’ve never had anyone treat me so well before. I don’t think I deserve all this.”

Eddie nearly choked as he set the pizza down on the ground and threw himself next to her on the bed, “You’re kidding right?” He laughed nervously, “Right?”

Rosemary shook her head, her dark hair bouncing around her. She took a bite of her pizza, “This is my first ever date but I honestly couldn’t have imagined anything better.”

‘First. Ever. Date?’ Eddie mouthed in shock, “No. No, see, now I know you’re messing with me. There’s no way I can believe you never went on a date before.”

“What can I say?” Rosemary shrugged, “I’m a freak.”

“Must be.” Eddie laughed, chomping down on a slice of cheese pizza. “But count me lucky I guess.”

Rosemary thought back to what Jason was thinking earlier, “Eddie?” Her chewing slowed, “Why are people so awful to you?”

The boy next to her snorted, “Why wouldn’t they be? I’m poor. I like ‘weird’ music and ‘weird’ games. I actually like to read instead of throwing hoops into glorified laundry baskets.” Eddie sighed heavily, “And my dad did some bad stuff that landed him in jail. So I guess they all think I’m like him.” His tone was no longer playful.

But the next thing Eddie knew, fingers were latched onto his, “My mom always said that doing bad things is like a disease, but not a contagious one. Bad people can’t spread badness to us, no matter how they try. Not unless we breed it within ourselves.”

She was looking at him like she knew, and he realized that she did. Eddie didn’t know what those bad people had done to her but he realized Rosemary must have the same fear; the fear of turning out just like them.

“Of course my mom says that doing good is also a disease, but a very contagious one with lots of side effects.” Rosemary rambled, realizing how lame it was that she was quoting her mom to a boy she liked.

But before she could try and say something else Eddie had cupped her face in his hands and was kissing her softly. Rosemary was frozen, mostly because she didn’t know where to put the piece of pizza she was holding. Before she could even react, Eddie had pulled away and her lip jutted out in a pout, disappointed it was over already.

“Sorry,” he mumbled, going back to eating his slice like nothing had happened, “I’ve just been wanting to kiss you since you walked out of your house earlier.”

It seemed the blush on her cheeks was becoming permanent.

Rosemary tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, “You have lipstick on your mouth.” She smiled sweetly and Eddie simply laughed as he rubbed it off on the back of his sleeve. Rosemary glanced around the room and spotted a tall stack of vinyls against the wall, just by the guitar shrine. She slid off his mattress and shuffled towards the dresser next to the stack of music. “Lots of rock.”

“Do you mean metal?” Rosemary hadn’t heard him come and join her by her side. Eddie was smirking, “Have you ever listened to metal?”

The girl shook her head, leaning down to read the names of the vinyls. As she did, she caught a peek of all the stuff Eddie had shoved underneath his dresser. Rosemary stifled a laugh and went back to the music. She really didn’t recognize any of the names aside from Metallica because obviously everyone knew who they were. “Isn’t it Satan’s music?” She said satirically prompting a snort.

“Yes, yes it is.” Eddie said bluntly before a smile leaked on to his face, “And what music do angels listen to, pray tell.”

Red flooded Rosemary’s cheeks, she didn’t want to tell him. His music tastes were different amd unique, “Umm,” she sighed before submitting to the question, “Okay, don’t laugh? I like ABBA a lot,” she remembered as a kid watching them in wonder as they danced across the stage in their bright outfits, “Steve Miller Band, Fleetwood Mac, and… the Cars, and the Police. But I really like The Cars.”

There was a silence as Eddie nodded, “Okay…” and then he laughed, “Not terrible but pretty basic.”

“Hey!” Rosemary’s blush only grew deeper, “I listen to Led Zeppelin sometimes.”

“Better,” Eddie admitted but was still laughing, “But that’s rock, not metal.”

“Pat Benatar?”

“Pop/rock.” Eddie was grinning as Rosemary tried to come up with something to relate to in music. “Hey, listen, at least we both can agree that Heat of the Moment is a good song.” That brought a smile to Eddie’s face.

“True.” Rosemary gave in, “I guess we don’t really have to like the same music.” She laughed, feeling silly, “but maybe some time you could teach me what songs are good?”

That made him swallow hard, “Y-yeah.” Why is that the hottest thing a girl has ever said to me?

Interesting, Rosemary decided to take that as a cue to move closer to Eddie, biting her lip a little and looking up at him through her eyelashes, “Why don’t you pick something out right now?” She said, her tone lower than before.

Why is she looking at me like that? She looks so hot right now Eddie whined internally, No she doesn’t mean anything by it, she just wants me to pick out some music. “Okay.”

Jesus Christ this guy couldn’t catch a hint.

He picked out an album and set it into his record player while Rosemary went back to sit on the bed, “it’s kinda hot in here,” she remarked, “are you okay if I take my sweater off?” When he shook his head, Rosemary pulled off the heavy sweater and threw it to the side.

Jesus fucking Christ. Eddie thought as he saw the white ribbed tank top she had on underneath. Even worse, the lack of bra. And even worse he knew how good her tits looked underneath that tank top, the image from the van the week before was seared in his brain. He had used the memory shamelessly twice already to help fall asleep.

Rosemary turned red at that thought, never imagining that someone would think of her while doing… that. But the thought made her thighs press together tightly. Eddie coughed and looked away but Rosemary was tired of his modesty. “You can look.” Her voice was barely above a mumble but Eddie heard it all the same.

And look he did. Eddie would never say no to that. He looked at the way her tank top hugged every contour of her body, the deep neck that offered him a view of the valley between her breasts. Eddie licked at his dry lips when his eyes fell on her nipples, clearly visible through the sheer clothing. Eddie sighed, “Angel, you have no idea how good you look. The things I want to do to you.” He breathed out.

Feeling less timid, Rosemary let her fingers run up the side of her body until they reached the straps of her top before letting one drop off the side of her shoulder. “Tell me.”

Eddie didn’t waste a moment, coming to sit by her legs, “I would fucking love to rip these tights apart.” He groaned when Rosemary let down the other strap on her shirt. The only thing that held the top up now was the curve of her tits, which Eddie was more than ready to see now. “Have you ever had sex before?” Eddie asked, pulling himself out of all the different scenarios he was playing out in his head.

Rosemary shook her head, looking at him with her big eyes.

“What about… has anyone ever touched you before?” Eddie bit his lip when she shook her head again, “Not even yourself?” He said in bewilderment and Rosemary turned red, shrugging her shoulders causing the shirt to drop down even lower. It was barely hanging on now. “What’s that mean?” Eddie laughed.

“I tried once.” Rosemary whispered and he raised an eyebrow at her, “This week. I- I tried but I didn’t know what I was doing.”

She wondered if he would find it unattractive that she was so inexperienced but his thoughts said otherwise.

Fuck, she’s so fucking innocent. Is it wrong that gets me so hard? The thought of making her cum is driving me crazy.

His dirty thoughts rattled her body and Rosemary swallowed hard before pulling her tank top down around her wait, “Could you show me how it’s supposed to feel?” She asked.

Eddie grinned devilishly, “Hell yes.” He hissed, coming to hover over her before kissing her hard. His hand snaked around to cradle her neck, and Rosemary succumbed to his touch. His other hand was touching her bare stomach, but it quickly began the task of unbuttoning her skirt. He pulled back for a breath of air and to see her flushed face, “take the skirt off.”

Looping her fingers into both her skirt and tights, she pulled them both off in one fell swoop, leaving her with her tits exposed, her tank top rolled down beneath her breasts and in her deep scarlet silk panties that she’s discreetly purchased at the mall earlier that week.

Gulping hard, Eddie drank her in. She looked pornographic laying there like that. Especially when he reached forward and unclipped her hair.

“You’re fucking with me right now.” He muttered, and Rosemary blushed.

“What do you mean?”

He ran a hand through his hair, “Those panties? No bra? If I didn’t know any better I’d say you came here to seduce me.” He wiggled his eyebrows at her and she smirked.

“Maybe I just like red.”

“Works for me.” Eddie’s tongue darted across his lips, “Works really fucking well for me.” His knuckles began to trail up her thighs softly. Eventually they reach her underwear and they hook into the delicate fabric. Rosemary’s breath hitched and her heart skipped a beat. Eddie’s eyes never left her but sensing her nerves he kneaded her hip between his fingers, “Gonna make you feel so good.” He promised, “I want you to tell me how good it feels.”

His words sent a shiver down her spine and before she had time to process her sudden feelings, he was sliding her panties down her smooth satin legs.

The air he sucked in was fast when he saw her bare before him. And he meant bare. “Did you clean up for me angel?”

Swallowing hard, she nodded innocently and Eddie groaned, his pants so very uncomfortable at the moment. He slowly lowered himself and spread Rosemary’s legs, kissing each freckle he found on the way up to her center. Her eyes followed his every move, her bottom lip tucked painfully between her teeth.

“Eddie,” she breathed when his lips finally caressed her cunt. Whatever thought she had was immediately cast out when he took a long, drawn out lick. Rosemary’s eyes rolled back and he back ticked a little, a whimper falling from her mouth.

His eyes never left hers as he dove right in, slow and steady at first, letting Rosemary savor the feeling he was sure from her reactions she’d never felt before. But he needed more from her, Eddie needed her to need him.

That steady pace quickly became ravenous as he sank into her fervently. Eddie smirked in satisfaction when her hips jutted up against him and he sank his ringed fingers into her fatty thighs to hold her down. His other hand snaked up to her breast, grabbing at the sensitive flesh there. “Easy there, angel. Does it feel good?” Eddie asked, kissing her pink folds.

The room felt so hot and musty so it didn’t surprise him that when Rosemary nodded, her hair line was a little damp.

“I need to hear you.” Eddie growled against her, his tongue darting back out to tease her. Rosemary was about to reply when she felt him sink a finger inside of her, his tongue still deliciously going at her clit. A rattled gasp came from her mouth and Eddie tutted, “Come on, angel, tell me how it feels.”

“Shit.” Rosemary finally found her voice, it was higher pitched and shakier than normal, she didn’t even recognize herself, “It feels so good, Eddie. It-It feels really good.”

She’s being so fucking beautiful. Look at how she moves for me, and those sounds. Heavenly.

Rosemary blushed, not that anyone could tell by how flushed her entire body was. Eddie was making her feel amazing physically and maybe it was just the hormones but was it normal to feel like she was floating? To feel both weighed down and weightless?

A second finger entered her soaking hole and Rosemary’s back arched up off the mattress, a shallow moan echoing the room as Eddie pumped his long calloused fingers in and out. “Yeah, just like that angel, make some noise for me.”

There was a coiling feeling in her stomach, a heat that kept building. Rosemary struggled for words between her gasps, “Eddie, I-I think- I feel like-“ her words were lost when he curves his fingers upwards, touching a spot inside her that had her gripping the sheets desperately and letting out what almost sounded like a sob. That heat that had been building suddenly hit a boiling point and Rosemary felt ecstasy flood her body, her climax racking through her chest.

Eddie was watching it all with an almost evil glint in his eye. His hand that wasn’t pulling the last few moments of Rosemary’s climax from her was splayed across her sternum, one of her hands clawing into his wrist as she tried to catch her breath. Jesus Christ, I am not done with you Rosemary Price.

After a moment, Rosemary’s eyes fluttered back open but her breathing was still labored, “Eddie,” she sighed heavily, “Please. I-I need more of you.” She had picked her words carefully and Eddie didn’t wait a second.

Freeing his throbbing cock from her pants, Eddie lined himself up with Rosemary’s core and began to rub the head against her folds, beads of precum mixing with her slick.

Eddie could hardly wait to push himself in, his cock twitching at the thought. The way Rosemary was looking at him drove him insane, so sweet but so expectant.

Everything halted with three heavy raps against Eddie’s front door.

Rosemary and Eddie both froze. Maybe I imagined it? Please God, let that not have been my front door.

More heavy hands fall against his front door and Eddie’s head drops to hand below his shoulders. “Give me one second.” Eddie says apologetically and Rosemary nods.

“It’s okay.”

Once Eddie zipped back up and bolted out of the room, Rosemary let out a heavy sigh before her heart started to race. Holy shit, she had been literally seconds away from letting Eddie Munson take her virginity. And now she was feeling… disappointed that it didn’t happen?

The intention had been to wait there until Eddie got back but Rosemary suddenly heard someone enter the apartment and arguing ensued. Not wanting to get found literally naked, Rosemary threw on her tights and her skirt and grabbed the closest thing to cover her breasts, which happened to be one of Eddie’s band t-shirts which was way too big on her.

Rosemary got up off the mattress and went to stand behind Eddie’s bedroom door.

“No, no, no! Tabs, I get that it’ll only be an hour but I cannot watch him! I-I have plans!” That was Eddie speaking.

And Tabs was apparently a woman by the sound of her voice, “Eddie, please, Ronnie ran off with his buddies on another bender and there is no one else home tonight. And if I don’t leave right now the store will close and James won’t have diapers until Monday.”

Rosemary could hear the desperation in the woman’s voice. But also the panic in Eddie’s thoughts.

I know she doesn’t have another option but what am I supposed to do? There’s no way she’d be okay with a baby crashing tonight.

Rosemary slowly opened the door to Eddie’s room and stepped out tentatively.

Tabs was apparently a thirty year old woman with long red hair and an exhausted look on her face. In her arms was a baby, probably around nine months old, with caramel brown hair. That must be James.

Eddie was palming his face and looked beyond frustrated.

The mother saw Rosemary emerge and color flushed her cheeks as she suddenly realized the situation. Shit! Tonight was the date with the girl he was talking about. I forgot! I probably just ruined everything he’s been excited about for a week. But underneath her initial thoughts, Rosemary felt her anxieties bubbling in her stomach, a mothers concern of what she was supposed to do.

“Oh,” Tabs blinked, “I-I’m so sorry to interrupt.” She looked at Eddie, who looked mortified by this whole situation. “You know what, Eddie? I can just go to the store on my lunch break tomorrow-“

“You work at Clarence’s?” Rosemary piped up, nodding towards the woman’s work uniform.

“Yeah.” Tabs shifted the baby onto her other shoulder.

Rosemary stepped forward and held her hands out, “The market is on the complete opposite side of town, you won’t get diapers and have time to eat tomorrow. Go ahead, we can watch him.”

Eddie’s face morphed from embarrassment to shock. Wait, is she really-

The mother blinked at her, “You guys are busy-“

“We’re watching a movie,” Rosemary shrugged, looping her hands under baby James’ arms, “Nothing James can’t sit and watch with us. And besides, my summer job is working at the daycare over by Main Street. You have nothing to worry about, and an hour really isn’t that long.” She pulled the little boy from his mothers arms gently, turning him around and tucking him against her shoulder.

Tabs was in shock, “Are you sure?” She glanced at Eddie for help but he was still watching wide-eyed from the side.

“Here,” With her one free arm, Rosemary offered the exhausted mother a slice of pizza from the box, “It can’t cure husbands on benders, but it does cure hunger.” She grinned and Tabs gratefully took a slice.

“Thank you.” Tabs looked guilty but quickly ducked out of the trailer and rushed out to her car.

Then it was just the three of them. Rosemary, Eddie and James.

Eddie sighed heavily, leaning against the counter and rubbing the back of his neck, “Tonight has really… not gone according to plan.” He scoffed. “I’m sorry, she- she leaves him here sometimes with Wayne cause her husband is a piece of shit.”

James shifted in Rosemary’s arms and she shuffled him so he was lying in her hands’ makeshift cradle, swaying on her hips gently. “What, you don’t ever help out with him?” Rosemary teased.

“Noooo.” Eddie laughed, “I have no idea what makes a baby tic.” He watched as she brushed a tiny fine curl out of the pudgy baby’s face and couldn’t help the little smile forming on his face, “Apparently you do though. You mean to tell me you’re good with kids too?”

It was kind of impossible for her to be bad with babies, she always knew what they wanted. Rosemary liked listening to baby thoughts because they were always so simple, more like sensations really, sometimes mixed with images. Like right now, baby James had an image of his mother feeding him a few minutes ago fueling his

milk drunk expression.

“Back in um, in the bad place, there were lots of kids there. I was one of the older ones, so I had to take care of them.” Rosemary always told him a watered down version of the truth when talking about the Lab.

“Jesus,” He stared at her, “one of these days you’re gonna tell me what shithole you grew up in and I’m going to go burn it down.”

…

Doctor Zhivago was playing quietly on the tv and the three of them had settled back on Eddie’s bed. The two teenagers sat side by side and the baby playing with the strands of Rosemary’s hair.

Rosemary was trying desperately not to think about what had happened in this room not even twenty minutes before while Eddie couldn’t think of anything else.

“I’d heard this was a good romance but it’s kind of boring.” Eddie laughed dryly and Rosemary looked at him, “I’m sorry tonight kind of went off the rails from beginning to end.”

Rosemary touched her fingers to his, “I had an amazing night. I still am!” She pinched James’ cheek playfully and a gleeful coo bubbled from him. “The boy I like and a cute baby? What more can I ask for?”

“Good to know you still like me after all of this.” Eddie smirked, but he squeezed her fingers tightly. “Although, maybe crashing the party was a good thing.” His face seemed distant and panic sprung up in Rosemary’s chest. Had they done something he didn’t like? Did he realize he didn’t like her? Rosemary searched his face and he turned to her, “I like you Rosemary. So much. And I was about to fuck you like your first time didn’t matter.”

“It was the… heat of the moment?” Rosemary suggested with a lighthearted giggle. She was just relieved to hear that he liked her. “But I like you too Eddie. I-I’ve had a crush on you for a long time, and the past couple times that I spent time with you only made me like you more. I wouldn’t have minded if you took my virginity. I-I- Well, I would prefer it if I’m speaking honestly.” Blush splattered against her cheeks and Eddie kissed where it appeared.

“If you want it to be me I will gladly oblige, but I want to make it special for you. Not on my dirty sheets.” He rolled his eyes. “And hopefully with someone who you deeply care about.” Her brows scrunched in confusion and Eddie looked deep into her eyes, “When I fuck you, Rosemary Price, you will not just like me. I will not cross that line with you until I can tell you I love you while making you cum around me.” His words made her start to sweat at how sultry yet sweet they sounded. Like tobacco dripping with honey.

“Eddie, I-“

“We’re not there yet, obviously.” Eddie laughed, “I mean it is our first date after all. But I intend to give you the best I can, Rosemary. And if you’ll have me, I’ll take you there.”

Rosemary blinked, “Is this all you asking for a second date?” She asked coyly and he laughed.

“Second, third, fourth.” He hummed, “This is me asking for a chance.”

“Granted.”

A loud coo echoed in the room and they looked down. James was staring at Eddie, arms outstretched, “I… don’t know what you want from me.” Eddie laughed nervously and Rosemary rolled her eyes.

“Are you really afraid of a baby?” She inquired and Eddie bit his lip.

“Is it wrong to say a little bit?” Before he could say anything, Rosemary was handing the baby over to Eddie’s lap. “Wait, no!” Too late, James was already plopped down into his lap. James looked around before leaning forward, a little too top heavy to sit up on his own.

“Hold him up!” Rosemary’s laugh rang through the room and Eddie robotically moved to hold the baby by his arm pits.

A moment passed before James let out a little whine followed by the beginnings of a sob. “He doesn’t like me.” Eddie said flatly, already wanting to give up.

“No.” Rosemary grinned, reading the infants thoughts, “He doesn’t like to be held by his armpits, put your hands on his ribs.” Eddie followed her instructions and instantly the cry stopped. James lifted his fat arms up towards Eddie. “He wants to see you, you’re too far away from him.”

“What are you, the baby whisperer?” Eddie laughed before leaning down a little. Instantly James gripped Eddie’s cheek in his chubby little fists, letting out little happy squeals. Eddie couldn’t stop the smile that broke out at the sound, although he tried. “Whatever, he’s kind of cute.”

“Kind of?!” Rosemary faked offense, “Look at those thunder thighs!” She exclaimed before jolting forward to blow raspberries into the baby’s legs resulting in even more shrieks of glee. Eddie couldn’t look away from the scene unfolding around him. This was something he wanted in his future, he realized. Maybe a big house wasn’t in the cards, or a nice car, or being a giant rock superstar although he would still hope and dream and work for those things.

But would a little home be so bad? Echoing with the sound of baby laughter, him strumming on his guitar with a chubby legged baby crawling around on top of him. A wife there to talk to, to confide in, to dream with. And maybe that house was small, and cramped but teeming with love. Maybe there was a garden out front. And maybe that wife had freckles and a tattoo on her wrist. And maybe it was everything he didn’t have growing up. That they didn’t have.

Eddie had to shake his head out of his silent daydream, it was too much to ever hope for, but he would guard that little dream in a secret part of his heart.

Just in case.

…

The hour ticked by almost in slow motion and Eddie was feeling more and more comfortable around the tiny person. Rosemary was explaining to him how to speak ‘baby’.

“And when he makes a face like he’s doing a hard math problem, that means he’s pooping.” Rosemary instructed, her fingers gently stroking James’ silky hair in a soothing manner as Eddie helped him to stand.

“You mean like that one?” Eddie asked and sure enough, little James looked like he was trying to remember the quadratic formula.

Just as the knock on the door came.

“Perfect timing!” Eddie jumped up, James under his arm damn near like a football. But when Rosemary read the baby’s thoughts, he seemed to like it. But only from Eddie. Weird.

Tabs was back, carrying a grocery bag full of diapers and formula. Rosemary was watching quietly from the doorway as Eddie handed James over. The boys mother attempting handing out a ten dollar bill while letting out a string of ‘thank you’s.

But Eddie shook his head rapidly, “Nah, it’s okay.” He handed her back the money, “And I um, I just have band practice tomorrow at five, so if you wanted to drop him off until then, I should be able to handle it.” Rosemary lifted an eyebrow in surprise but stayed silent. As the door was closing Eddie threw out one last request, “I’ll take the money for tomorrow though!”

He turned to find her staring at him, leaning against the door frame, “So not so afraid of babies anymore?” Rosemary asked with a smile.

“No, I am. Just love to torment myself. Makes for good music.” Eddie smirked. “Anyways, I believe I promised your mom to get you home at a reasonable hour.”

“It’s only ten.” Rosemary pouted.

“Oh I plan on making out in the car for at least an hour before letting you inside your house.”

…

It had been more like an hour and a half.

Rosemary was laying in her bed as the morning light warmed her cheek. It was Monday morning and she didn’t want to wake up. School sounded like a drag but it had been such a good weekend.

Eddie had made good on his promise and they had made out in his car before he walked her to the door and pressed a final kiss to the top of her head.

The gardening had gotten done, she’d woken up extra early to take on a special project before the rest of Hawkins woke up.

Saturday night was spent playing Dungeons and Dragons with the boys. Will had made good on his promise, it was an epic campaign that had taken over 12 hours to complete. Thorn had leveled up a lot which made her very proud of both herself and her party. Rosemary smiled thinking about how she and Dustin had miraculously defeated Lord Soth’s army, although he had banished Thorn to an alternate dimension. Next campaign was how the party was going to get her back. Lucas had proclaimed that there would be no rest until the party was together again.

And on Sunday El came over; Rosemary often spent her Sundays with the girl, sure to keep the curtains closed and to take the long way through the woods so no one would see them. Rosemary’s mother taught them how to bake snickerdoodles (Rosemary burnt the batch that she was in charge of: she was a terrible baker). Rosemary had also taught El how to manage her curly hair and they made popcorn chains to hang on the Christmas tree. It really was almost like having a little sister.

But now it was time for school again. At least it was only a couple more weeks until Christmas break.

Rosemary pulled herself from her bed, a little excited to see her friends.

What a different feeling. She was going to see her friends at school today. Rosemary and Steve shared second period together, now that he knew she could read minds they had devised a way to get him the answers he needed help with (which was most of them) and they sat together at the back of class now. Most of her classes she shared with Chrissy, who in the past month had upgraded to her best friend. But after this past Friday she was worried about her. The best period of the day though was gym, because that’s when Chrissy, Jonathan, and Nancy were all with her. People who had once been strangers were now like family to her.

And obviously there was the chance of seeing Eddie in the hallways.

Throwing on a rust colored chiffon floral skirt that came just above her ankles, Rosemary quickly ran a brush through her tangled hair. Remembering to pack the sweater for Chrissy, Rosemary pulled on an oversized, heavy denim jacket over her white turtleneck. Rolled over tube socks and white keds were next before she bolted down stairs, skidding to a stop as she heard something that made her heart drop.

Coughing.

More than coughing; hacking. The kind that bends one over and racks the entire body. Just like what it was doing to her mother. Rhiannon was hunched over the counter, trying desperately to catch her breath.

“Mom!” Rosemary rushed over, soothing rubbing her mothers back, giving light taps to try and help whatever was coming up along.

When Rhiannon pulled away the rag she was coughing into, phlegm and blood soaked the fabric.

They stared at each other for a moment, glancing down at the rag as Rhiannon tried to calm her breathing. “Rosemary…”

“It’s ok mom.” Rosemary threw her arms around her mother, tears rushing down her cheeks, “I know.” Her mother was sobbing, grabbing her daughter like she needed her to stay standing. “I found the papers in your closet.” Rosemary was choking back her own sobs.

“I’m sorry.” Was all her mother could say, mixed with strings of ‘I love you’.

Rosemary broke away to grab her mother a glass of water, “I’m going to be late.” She sighed, “But let’s talk when I get home, okay? We can make hot chocolate and wrap Christmas presents, like always.”

Her mother could only nod, and feeling guilty that she could stay, Rosemary bolted out the door.

The walk to school went quickly as Rosemary thought solely about what she could possibly say to her mother that would be enough.

Crossing the street in front of Hawkins High, her thoughts were cut off when a car honked at her making the girl jump about three feet in the air.

A familiar head of long wavy hair was laughing in the driver's seat. Rosemary rolled her eyes and walked over to the driver's window. “Good morning to you too, Eddie Munson.” She smirked before she spotted Garreth in the passenger seat, “Morning Garreth.”

I still can’t believe Eddie managed to get her to acknowledge him, let alone go on a date with him. What the fuck even is this world we live in?

Metal was playing loudly in the car but Eddie could hear Rosemary perfectly, “Let me see your fingers.” He said with a grin and Rosemary held them out hesitantly. Eddie picked them up and inspected, “Just as I thought, there’s a lot of dirt under these finger nails.” Rosemary blushed, looking down at the ground to hide the red, “And what’s more, I came strolling out of my trailer on Saturday morning and there’s this weird area boxed in next to my porch. The dirt was all turned over and fresh.”

“I don’t know anything about-“

His finger pulled her chin up to look him in the face. Eddie was grinning from ear to ear, “Now you tell me, angel, if I were to dig down in that fresh dirt, would I find tulip bulbs?”

“You said you wanted a garden out front.” Rosemary said bashfully and Eddie laughed aloud.

“I hate to interrupt this love fest, but we’re gonna be late for home room and Eddie already has detention this week so…” Also I don’t think I can handle much more of this. My grasp on reality is starting to slip.

Deciding to release the captive of his torture, Rosemary took a step back, “See you inside, Munson.” She said with a small salute and Eddie made a teasing kiss face before driving off.

When Rosemary stepped inside the halls of the school she made a bee line for her locker. Only to find Chrissy frantically trying to get inside. Come on, come on! She’ll be here any minute! I don’t want her to see whatever is inside of here! The combo should be 09-17-23! Her thoughts were rife with panic.

Something was wrong.

“Chrissy, what’s going on?” Chrissy about jumped out of her uniform. She turned to face Rosemary, her eyes wide, “What’s wrong with my locker?” Rosemary was glancing from the locker to Chrissy.

“I wanted to get into it before you got here.” Chrissy said desperately, “Jason said he heard some of the older basketball teammates talking about how they did something to your locker. Something bad.” She seemed on the verge of tears, “I was trying to get rid of whatever it was before you saw it.”

It was at that moment that Steve Harrington pushed through the sea of students, half out of breath, and slammed against the wall next to them, making them both jump. “I came as soon as I heard,” He was in his basketball uniform, they had a game that night, “I had nothing to do with whatever is in there, Rose, I swear it.”

Rosemary swallowed hard, she’d never been the victim of something like this before, “Well, I guess we can only open it and see what they did.” She reached forward and Steve stopped her.

“You put the combo in and I’ll open it.” Steve said with a hand on the handle.

Nodding, Rosemary twisted the dial back and forth until that familiar click sounded and she took a half step back as Steve swung it open.

The step back had been a good idea because what looked like popcorn came pouring out of her locker, making a pile on the ground. Kids in the hallway suddenly stopped and began to stop and stare at her locker, and then at Rosemary.

“Oh my god.” Chrissy turned away and Steve had a hand on Rosemary’s shoulder.

Rosemary didn’t understand for a moment until on further inspection she realized that it wasn’t popcorn. It was tufts of feathers, held together in clumps by what seemed like glue and…

Oh.

That wasn’t ketchup.

The word ‘freak!’ had been spray painted in green on the inside door of her locker. The chicken blood wasn’t just infused with the feathers, it looked like they had poured it onto her books as well. Even now it was dripping onto the floor in front of her.

And then there was the doll. It was a stuffed bunny, its button eyes had been plucked out and the word slut was written in sharpie across its torso, along with some crude depictions of tits. And as if it couldn’t get worse, the bunny was hanging by its neck, head lulling to the side, by a piece of twine from the top of the locker.

Rosemary could hear kids around her gagging in disgust and Chrissy was holding on to her arm, “Those assholes! When I find out who did this-“

“I have a pretty good idea.” Steve grumbled, staring down the hallway. Rosemary followed his gaze and sure enough, there he was. Billy. Billy made eye contact with her and blew her a kiss.

So he remembered what she had said to him. Rosemary focused to try and hear his thoughts from the far distance but it was hard.

Don’t know how… knew about… teach you to keep my moms name out… mouth… don’t worry, stupid bunny bitch… I promised no more messin… consider this… one last hoorah.

Anger and embarrassment were boiling up inside her and she didn’t realize her eyes were stinging with tears until Steve pulled her so she wasn’t looking at Billy. “I’m gonna get coach to pull him from the game tonight.”

But his words were lost on her as Rosemary spotted someone else in the crowd. He stood a little taller than most of the other kids and was staring wide eyed at the locker and then back at her.

Eddie.

And he looked shocked, upset, sad, and extremely pissed off. Rosemary could feel those emotions oozing off of him from across the hallway. When he made eye contact with her, Eddie could only shake his head before turning his back on her and rushing away.

The tears were threatening to fall, “I’m so-sorry guys, I need to go!” Rosemary said shakily before pushing through the crowd to try and follow Eddie.

Ahead of her she could see him storm out of the doors to the school and Rosemary trailed after him, not caring when she ran into the students flooding in the opposite direction.

“Eddie, wait!” She called after him, practically having to run to catch up to him in the parking lot. He was refusing to look at her and Rosemary finally reached him in the middle of the concrete she had to grab his arm to make him stop.

The moment she did, Eddie shook her off before turning around, “What are you doing?” Eddie hissed and she was shocked to see that he was angry.

“What do you mean? Eddie, why are you mad at me-?”

“I’m not fucking mad at you,” Eddie snapped and Rosemary blinked in shock, “I’m mad at myself.” She didn’t understand. “I’m mad that I thought I could be seen with someone like you and nothing negative would happen to you because of it.”

Rosemary realized that Eddie thought from the ‘freak’ thing that this has happened to her because of him. Because she had been seen with him, “Eddie, it’s not like that-“

“No?!” Eddie interrupted her, “What’s it like then? We get seen together a couple times, you and Eddie ‘the freak’ Munson and suddenly the same insult is being written in your locker? That’s some coincidence.”

“Eddie-“ Rosemary didn’t know what to say, “May-maybe it’s about something else?” In fact she knew it was. It had nothing to do with Eddie and everything to do with her losing her cool and fucking with Billy and now he was fucking with her back. But Rosemary couldn’t tell him that, not without exposing herself for what she truly was. But she couldn’t risk it, not when it would put El at risk too.

“Oh come on, Rosemary.” Eddie rolled his eyes, “You and I are both a lot of things but neither of us are fucking stupid.” Rosemary winced at his harsh tone, she didn’t like this. “You existed in this school for how long without any problems and after one date there a goddamn exploded chicken in your locker.” Eddie ran his hand through his hair frantically, “Jesus Christ, how could I have been so stupid to think this could work?”

That sentence left Rosemary frozen in shock and hurt. “What do you mean?” She said quietly, he feet shuffling, “Eddie, I don’t care about being called a freak-“

“I care! Rosemary, I care!” Eddie was practically hysterical and trying to read his thoughts was difficult, they were moving to fast and anxiously to understand. “I care because you have been through enough in your life. And without me, your life is better. You have Chrissy, and Steve ‘the hair’ Harrington and Nancy Wheeler as your friends. You get invited to parties and people ask to borrow your sweaters.” He spat, “I don’t want to be the reason your life goes to shit. Don’t ask me to carry that on my shoulders.”

Rosemary tried to form words but could barely think, “But,” she finally stuttered out, “I thought you liked me?” All she wanted right now was a moment of consolation and reassurance.

Eddie stared at her for a second. It’s better for her if you stay away. Say the meanest thing you can think of. “Rosemary, you sucked my dick once in my van. If I need that I can get it from just about anyone. I like you as much as I like any other girl who can offer me that.”

“Oh.”

She knew he was saying it because in some twisted way he believed he was sparing her. And Rosemary could tell from his thoughts that he instantly regretted saying that. But it didn’t matter. It was a lie, but even lies can hit the bullseye of insecurity.

“Well, in that case…” Rosemary was studying the ground, lip quivering as she refused to meet his eyes. “I um- I-I-“

Fuck. Why did I say that? That was way harsher than I needed to be. I got too worked up, I just don’t want to see them making her life a living hell like they make mine. “Rosemary-“

“No.” Rosemary shook her head, shaking loose a couple tears, “I- I have to go clean up my locker. You don’t owe me an apology for what you said. After all, I’m just some girl who sucked your dick, right?” She sniffled, wiping her tears on the back of her sleeve.

No. No. What have I done? “Wait, I-“

But Rosemary had already turned on her heel and walked away.

Run after her, you idiot.

Run after me. Rosemary pleaded silently, her tears running freely now. Don’t leave me like this.

But Eddie Munson stayed frozen in place, feeling like nothing but a coward.

Tags: @copaceticwriter @endercherries @hellv1ra

#eddie smut #eddie munson #eddie x oc #st4 #steve harrington #stranger things #eddie au #eddie my beloved #eddie the freak munson #oc #eddie fluff #eddie munson fluff #eddie angst #eddie munson smut #eddie stranger things #stranger things au #stranger things s4

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Shuake nipple play

Oh boy did this one give me hell.

Let me say, right off the bat. I'm sorry if it's lacking in the licking kink. I don't know how to make licking super hot without really having to focus on it. So, that might be a tad lacking, but I hope the others come through well enough and make for a satisfying read regardless! Thank you for your patience <33

CW: Nipple play, pet play, rimming, Licking, spanking, and I threw in a little rough sex just bc I felt it fit Akechi when he tops.

Goro Akechi was an insanely popular celebrity detective. Known for his bright, bubbly, and sweet personality and his impressive success rate. What the public doesn't know, is that Akechi was almost completely different in more personal scenarios.

"I don't know what I expected." The brunette chuckled as he landed another blow to Akira's ass for a crime the dark-haired teen could no longer recall. Worsening the growing red mark on the dark-haired teen's pale skin. The corresponding jolt made the brunette chuckle. Though, he also might have been chucking at how Akira's erection twitched against his skin with the bolt of pain. "You're as quiet as ever, even while I'm actively trying to rile you up." With that, Akechi gave another stinging slap to the phantom thieve's ass.

It's not like I'm not making any noise. Akira thought. squirming a bit while Akechi massaged the sore flesh of his rear end. but how the fuck do you expect me to not be awkward when you have me in a collar over your lap?! That grumpy thought was contradicted by a little moan. Drawn out when Akechi gave a final smack to Akira's ass before hooking his fingers under the collar he'd put on the ebony-haired teenager. Leading him to sit up beside him instead of laying across his knees.

Sitting up allowed Akira to finally see the smug grin on Akechi's lips. But he did his best to not let the sight bring about a blush. Though, even he could admit he was a bit too eager to return the kiss the brunette gave him once he was sitting up. And he may have let a small moan slip out when the detective's hands slid up his sides to begin pinching and playing with his nipples to keep the fire burning in his belly going.

"Good to know I at least have some effect on you." Akechi teased. Grinning mischievously when a harder pinch to Akira's nipple made his back arch. "Too bad I'm not spoiling you tonight. So I'm going to need to find some other use for your mouth."

That made Akira's cheeks finally turn pink, his thoughts bolting to all the ways he knew of to do oral. Oh god, what if I suck at it? Like, in the BAD way?! He fretted. But before he could sike himself out and kill his own boner, Akechi moved a little further onto the bed. Before he hooked his fingers back under Akira's collar to yank him forward. Forcing the phantom thief to plant his hands beside Akechi's head so he didn't flop onto his smirking face.

"Be a good boy, Akira, and eat me out." He ordered, chuckling when the boy's cheeks flared another shade of red. But the way the detective led him lower by the collar left him no real room to argue his inexperience.

So, Akira swallowed back his nerves and moved to be between his crush's thighs. Akechi'll correct me if I suck, he's too selfish not to. He assured himself. Trying to not let his nerves chew a hole in his stomach while he tentatively licked the detective's inner thigh. Feeling the celebrity shudder and moan under his tongue with each swipe over his skin on his way up. Once finally positioned, he slid the flat of his tongue over the tight ring of muscles. Circling the entrance until Akechi hummed. Letting Akira take that crumb of encouragement to push into him and begin experimenting with the way he flexed and thrust his tongue. Searching for what method and level of depth got Akechi to moan or grip his hair tighter.

Once he found out how to do that, he set about trying to abuse those tactics. Trying to earn as many moans, whines, and praise as he could before Akechi pulled him away. Instead, shoving him face down onto the bed with a strength the phantom thief didn't know he had.

Akira also didn't know the celebrity detective could smile with such unhinged lust glowing in his almost-red eyes.

"You've done a good job so far, Akira.~" He hummed. And while it came off a little weird when paired with the dark look in his eyes, the compliment still sent a bolt of electricity straight to Akira's erection. Though, the dark-haired boy still didn't give much of a noise in response. Only watching Akechi grab the lube and prep himself with one hand. Also reaching back up to toy with the thief's nipple again. "Be a good boy and keep that trend up by making a few noises. Okay?" He encouraged. Punctuating his words with a sudden thrust into Akira. Ripping a loud moan from the dark-haired boy from a surprise burst of pleasure.

He didn't stop at that though. Akechi's pace was ruthless, each feral thrust drowning Akira in waves of pleasure. Though, the way the brunette clawed into his hips to keep him in place grounded Akira. Forcing him to stay at least partially aware of himself instead of getting swept over the edge of the cliff.

Which was a feat, to be honest. Because Akechi seemed to target his prostate to yank out every possible noise the quiet boy could make under his mercy.

"Good boy, Akira," He hummed. The praise making the boy's back arch as if on command. "You're being a very good pet, making all those slutty noises finally."

His words came off like a malicious jab, but the phantom thief couldn't bring himself to care at the moment. He was too lost in the buzz of euphoria and fiery heat restrained by his skin. So the boy let that venom slide. Focusing more on how the praise stoked those pleasurable fires inside of him to a new level. Finally pushing him over that cliff into the cool pond of relief. Though, the relief Akira's orgasm gave was abruptly stopped when Akechi gave him yet another sharp smack to the ass.

Though, Akechi didn't have a leg to stand on. Because, after only a few more feral, unsteady thrusts, he pumped his own warm load into Akira's belly. Leaving them both breathless and soaking in the thrill of their releases.

And, with that need finally extinguished, Akechi pulled out to flop down beside Akira on the bed. Pulling the boneless thief to him and holding him. Hiding a dark grin by pressing it to the barely conscious thief's shoulder.

#Persona #Akeshu #Persona 5 #Persona 5 Royal #Kinktober 2022 #ask #Akira Kurusu #Ren Amamiya #Akechi Goro #Not sfw #lemon #Kinktober #Prompt list #mass ask

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your-daily-biaswrecking · 3 years

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Serva me, Servabo te

save me and I will save you

pairing: photographer!Taehyung x f.reader (oc)

more characters: Jimin x Yoonji

genre: angst, slight enemies to lovers, slow burn, eventual smut

word count: 4.6k | reading time: 25 min

summary: Somehow you end up having to share a Victorian Manor (that may or may not be haunted) with a person you really dislike: Kim Taehyung

warnings: nothing specific in this chapter, some swearing and toxic traits

A/N: Amy= Army= reader:)

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Chapter 1: The tragic state of affairs

An hour and a half long car drive and you still managed to be in the middle of nowhere. You could almost swear the dirt road was leading to nothing, but the occasional sign swore otherwise. You sighed. How had you gotten yourself into this, again? Oh, yeah.

-9:34 pm, the day before-

A loud thud followed by an inhuman growl produced from the deepest pits of hell reached your ears in the kitchen. I guess you couldn't ignore her any longer. You leaned past the door, peeping at your roommate cocooning on the floor.

"Uh... You good?" She immediately started mumbling with fiery passion and you couldn't understand a single word. That meant no. "What did Jimin do this time?"

Yoonji sat up, turning her spine abnormally to look at you. "He's an idiot," you managed to hear.

You pressed your lips together and nodded. "Right. You guys broke up. Is he still bothering you, what is it?" You walked to her and squatted down to her level. You noticed her cheeks were bloody red and stained with tears, her mouth giving you a pout. But you were unbothered.

"He won't let me go tomorrow," she complained.

"The Manor you guys had booked?"

"Yeah!"

"Why won't he let you go?"

"No, I mean... He says I can go but he says he'll go too and I don't want to see him," Yoonji mumbled while wiping her tears with the back of her hand.

Your immediate thought was to tell her to just go since they were going to make up eventually anyway. Seriously, the two of them broke up and got back together like twice a week. Sometimes it looked more serious, sure, but you had fallen for it too many times to believe it now. You would only be sure the two of them were done for real when... Well, actually, never. "So, you don't want to lose your vacation but you want to have the whole house to yourself?" you asked and she nodded. "Well, since you both paid for this, I'm sorry to tell you, but he has just as much right to go as you. You should have thought about that before you broke up over- what was it again? Dumplings?" I mean, this had to be some type of kink or something at this point. They had to be into breaking up and chasing each other all the time. Maybe it was the make-up sex, who knows.

Finally, one of the road signs pointed to the right for a turn. 200 m it said. You breathed out in relief; you were starving and so sleep deprived, you feared you'd drive your car into a ditch by the road. In front of you stood a large gate with an astounding metal design. It was open and you carefully drove in. Your breath hitched the moment the house came into view. What house? That was a whole palace! With three floors, a garden bigger than the nearest park to your apartment, and about a million windows adorning its two wings. So caught up in the drama, you hadn't even had the chance to see a picture to prepare yourself for the beauty of the Victorian artifact. Your jaw on the floor, all you could do was laugh.

Say, how had you managed to get here again? Right, right...

-11:04 pm, the day before-

There was a soft knock on your bedroom door and you hummed in reply. Yoonji burst in with great contrast to her knocking, dashing for the foot of your bed and plopping herself on it with nerve. You paused your texting on your phone momentarily to turn your eyes on hers, noting her tears were all dried up now, a frown in their place.

"I told him I'm not going 'cause I don't wanna see his stupid face," she announced.

The corners of your mouth turned downwards. "Good for you. I'm sure the house isn't worth it, you can do your vacation elsewhere."

"But now he says he's not going..."

You thought about it for a second, then got back to your texting. "Great. Isn't that what you wanted? Now, you can go."

The girl leaned over your legs, trying to catch your attention again with wide eyes full of conspiracies. "But... What if he's bluffing?"

You paused again. Damnit, why was this even making sense? You'd say Jimin is not capable of doing something like that... if you actually thought it to be true. "So, don't go." You looked at her again to make sure your point was getting across. "Yoonji, don't go. That way no matter if he goes or not, you still won't see his stupid face."

A middle-aged woman dressed to fit right into the aesthetic of the Manor greeted you on the big steps of the entrance with something like the enthusiasm you only show your favorite aunt on Christmas. "You must be Ms. Min Yoonji," she called before you even had the chance to reach her.

"Must I?" you replied, immediately following it with a peal of fake laughter.

The woman chuckled and walked towards you. With a closer look, you noticed how youthful her face looked, and how undeniably pretty she was. Definitely looking like a noblewoman who would be in charge of something like this mansion. "Welcome, I'm Mrs. Kim. I'm glad you're here, your partner is already inside," she said.

Oh... So he was bluffing.

You smiled. "Thank you. The place looks stunning."

"Oh, I'm hoping you'll get to enjoy all of its beauty to the maximum this week you'll be spending here," the woman said as she guided you towards the entrance." Just to let you know, every room is at your disposal, the kitchen is fully equipped and with every kind of food you might crave. Housekeeping is daily and with a very discreet staff. I have already given a tour to your partner."

You pushed the heavy door open and walked in, immediately hugged by a heavy but warm atmosphere with a strong, musky scent. Right across from you, there was a big, double staircase with a magnificent chandelier hanging from the high ceiling. All you could do was look around with a stupid face. Jimin was getting Yoonji this type of vacation and she had the audacity to fight with him? How had they even afforded this? You totally understood why your roommate was throwing a tantrum wanting to come here. Why had she even let you come instead?

-12:56 am, the day before, or more accurately, this day but super early-

"Amy... Amy..." You were startled awake, barely making out the silhouette of Yoonji hovering above you in the darkness. "Were you sleeping?" she whispered.

You exhaled and pushed her away, groaning. "Yoonji, a piece of advice: if you have to shake someone for them to answer you, yeah, they were sleeping!"

"Sorry," she said but definitely didn't mean it. She scooted you over to sit next to you. "Hey, so... I was thinking. Maybe you should go."

Be it the sleep or your roommate speaking utter nonsense, all you could think was: "What?"

"Well, I don't wanna go in case Jimin goes, but I also don't wanna let him have the house to himself -you know, out of spite- so maybe you should go." Yoonji blinked at you expectingly but it was still too complicated for you to process. "I mean, you're gonna have a good time, Amy. The house is amazing, I promise, this is a one-in-a-lifetime opportunity, okay? I thought if I let you go then we could also be even for the time you did that assignment for me and got me an A? What do you say?"

You frowned, starting to shake your head. "Yoonji-"

"Please, I just want you to annoy him by just being there, you know? Also, he might not even go. Then you'll have a whole Manor to yourself for a whole week! You can take your books with you and enjoy some time away from society, right? Pretty please..."

Your frown deepened, but you started to think about what she was saying. "You really would rather just give up your vacation to a Victorian Mansion or whatever it is to your roommate than let Jimin have it to himself?"

"Absolutely, yeah."

Well, you couldn't think of a reason to say no to that.

Mrs. Kim finished her welcoming speech with a smile. "In the library, you will find a map of the hiking routes of the forest. There is a mushroom picking one that I wholeheartedly recommend. Of course, anything you might need, you can always pick up our vintage phone -it works perfectly- and call us any time of the day and night."

You gave her a genuine grin and nodded. "Thank you very much, Mrs. Kim!" And after that, the beautiful woman opened the door and left. Where to, you had no idea, since you doubted there was any kind of civilization nearby.

You dragged your suitcase to the bottom of the staircase, about to lift it and go find one of the surely many rooms to occupy. But in the silence of it all, you noticed a fire cracking in the background. So silent, it felt like you and the fire were the only things alive for miles. Yet Jimin must have been roaming somewhere in this Manor.

Huh... He still hadn't shown up at the entrance to check if Yoonji had come? Surely, he must have heard the commotion made but you two ladies.

You released your grip on your suitcase and slowly walked towards the room the fire seemed to be coming from. You wanted to find him and enjoy his face when he would see you instead of his girl- well, ex-girlfriend. You passed through a small hallway, little rooms with cabinets and bookcases until you reached a slightly ampler room that had a lit fireplace. It looked like a sitting room, with a pair of scarlet, velvet armchairs and a matching sofa. There was a large, thick carpet that covered almost the entire floor, and an ebony coffee table in the middle. On the right, a window that expanded from floor to ceiling, but was however half-hidden behind a rich curtain.

You were about to go towards the fireplace before you noticed the slim man standing tall by that window. Looking outside, turned opposite to the entrance. You almost didn't notice him as the colors and textile of his outfit matched the room so well. His brown, a little wavy hair tucked messily behind his ears, light silver glasses sitting low on his nose, hands in his pockets. He was wearing a sweater vest over a beige shirt and baggy trousers and was standing like a model. Something very off about him that you didn't immediately recognize.

"Oh." The interjection left your lips without your command. And at the sound of your voice, he turned around to face you.

-10:46 am, this morning-

You had left your apartment more than a long time ago, Yoonji was expecting that you would have arrived by now and waiting for your news. Had Jimin gone too? How had he reacted? She tried calling you a couple of times but was only met with voicemail. Maybe you didn't have a good signal up in the mountains. Oh, no, how would you keep her up to date now?

Her cellphone buzzed and she rushed to see the message she assumed was from her roommate. It turned out to be her ex.

"You didn't go, then?"

Yoonji laughed. How wicked of her. He must have just seen you arrive at the Manor, instead of her. So he was lying about not going, just as Yoonji had predicted. She flipped her hair from her shoulder dramatically and quickly typed her reply.

"Of course not, I told you I wasn't going."

She couldn't stop giggling like a little girl.

"Cool... Just so you know, I felt bad wasting this already paid vacation, so..."

Yoonji rolled her eyes, still giggling.

"Let me guess. You went by yourself?" How pathetic... He really thought his little trick would work.

"No."

Wait, what?

"I myself didn't go..."

Yoonji blinked.

Come again?

Your eyes widened when you realized the man in front of you wasn't Jimin. The man in front of you was...

"Kim Taehyung? What are you doing here?"

He was about to open his mouth to reply when your phone interrupted you. Without taking your eyes off the man and with a deep frown on both of your faces, you took it out of your pocket and answered. Yoonji's voice started ringing immediately from the other end.

"Amy! Finally! I've been trying to call you for ages. Did you arrive yet? I wanted to tell you Jimin isn't coming. He said he let Tae go." You rolled your eyes. "Can you hear me, Amy? The signal is so bad... Amy, the idiot did the same thing I did and sent Taehyung! Remember Taehyung? Jimin's best friend?"

You sighed. "Yeah... Way ahead of you. He's standing right in front of me." Your eyes traveled down his arms as he moved to fold them over his chest, tilting his head at you.

Yoonji let out an exasperated cry. "Ugh, man! So he told the truth... Look, I'm so sorry I got you into this. Amy, can you hear me? I hope you have no problem with him there. I know you guys are not close- wait, have you guys met? You have, right? Okay, I know you're not close but it'll be fine, right? Just don't pay attention to him and do your thing, yeah darling? Act the same as if Jimin were there, or as if you were alone. Amy, that's fine, right? You can do that, right? How is the house, is it awesome and totally worth it and you're totally not mad at me for sending you there with Tae? Huh? Amy?"

You sighed again. The signal was indeed bad. So you just hung up, hoping your roommate would blame your rudeness on that. Hiding your phone away again, you eyed Taehyung from head to toe. He was still glaring at you as if you'd stolen something from him. Well, I guess if he thought he'd have this whole place to himself, it was kind of like stealing. But that was only because he just happened to arrive first. Both of you had the same claim over the place. Or, well, neither of you did.

"Right, so..." you started since he didn't seem to be reacting any further. "I guess we'll have to stay together."

Suddenly, Taehyung started moving. His eyes still piercing yours and not a word out of his mouth, just a steady charge towards you.

"I-I know you didn't expect me-" you felt the need to mumble quickly, "-but I didn't expect you either!" Taehyung stayed silent, getting closer. "Okay, maybe we lied!" you exclaimed, your feet stepping behind each other. "But you guys lied, too!" There wasn't any more room to move and the man was now right in front of you, leaning into your personal space. "Taehyung, what-"

"Who are you?"

You were caught off guard. "What?" You thought he was joking, but he stayed looking at you with a serious face. "What do you mean who am I?" you sounded offended. "We've met before!"

"Have we?"

"Couple of times!"

Taehyung scanned your entire face before he shook his head. "I don't remember you."

Now you were offended. "I'm Amy!" you announced loudly. "Yoonji's roommate."

At last, he pulled away, his mouth opening in understanding. "Oh... Right, I knew Yoonji had a roommate by that name." He moved farther away but turned his head to you again. "I don't think I've seen you before, though."

You rolled your eyes and slipped around him to escape the place you had been trapped in earlier. "Alcohol does that sometimes," you snorted at him.

Taehyung rubbed his chin, looking at you differently now. You tried to avoid his eyes, examining the room more closely instead. The paintings on the walls, the black encyclopedia on the shelves, the candelabra and tea set on the small table. Every detail was thought of inside the house. "Why are you here, though?" he asked.

"Same reason as you, I assume."

He licked his bottom lip in the act of releasing a small chuckle. "Did you owe a favor to your best friend, too?"

You took out one random book and browsed its thin, yellow pages. "Actually, she owed me."

Taehyung raised his eyebrows in response, then started occupying himself with the little things around the room, as well. "They're ridiculous, aren't they?" You hummed in agreement and put the book back, moving along. "Do you think they might be done for real now?"

"No way." You moved to the smaller window behind the sofa and pulled its curtains away to look at the view. A hill decorated by a dense forest. "Yoonji is over her phone 24/7 waiting for him to text her."

He chuckled again. "I know for a fact Jimin is not taking this seriously. He laughs every time she texts him."

"As he should! She's a drama queen."

"Thank you!" Taehyung called out as if he had been struggling with this for a long time. With two long strides, he appeared next to you and forced you to look into his eyes. "Jimin gets mad at me every time I say that, but she is, isn't she?"

You were a little taken aback by how eager he seemed to be to find this one thing in common between the two of you: having had enough of your friends' relationship. You nodded with an amused smile. "Extremely."

He shook his head, pushing his hair back with a hand. "I honestly don't get how they make it work. Aren't they tired?" He turned serious again and looked at you with big eyes. "I could never have something like that. When I like someone, I want it to be Titanic, not Mr. and Mrs. Smith."

It took you a few seconds to reply, a little lost in his intense stare. But you shrugged. "I kind of get it. It keeps it fun and interesting. They've been together for three years now and yet it's still not boring. Like, they confess their love to each other every other week."

But he insisted. "I wouldn't need all of that to remind my girl how much I love her."

This was getting a little uncomfortable. He was a little too close, and a little too serious. So you leaned back and maneuvered around him, walking towards the door. "Alright, you do your thing with your relationship, they can do theirs." You turned to look at him right at the same time he did. "So, we'll be staying here together, right? I hope that's okay."

Taehyung shrugged just one shoulder. "If it's fine with you," he almost whispered.

You nodded once. "Well, as long as there is not only one bed," you smiled at your joke but he just frowned. You guessed he didn't read fanfiction. You cleared your throat. "The house seems big enough for the two of us, I'm sure we could go about our separate vacations without getting in each other's way."

"Sure, if that's what you want."

You nodded again and pointed to the door. "Should we choose our rooms?"

He clicked his tongue and moved past you. "Sorry, I have already chosen the big chamber on the east wing since I didn't expect company. You might want to get a room on the west wing to avoid me more efficiently." Taehyung walked quickly down the corridor without waiting for you, or even checking if you were following. Not that you had to be following, obviously. You thought he sounded a little annoyed, but you couldn't think of a reason why. If it was you being there, he'd have to get used to it 'cause you weren't going anywhere.

"Cool," you simply replied and followed. The man appeared in your line of view again only after you got in the lobby. He was standing by the staircase, looking at your abandoned suitcase. "I got it," you said automatically, only realizing he hadn't offered to carry it after he looked at you weirdly. You cleared your throat awkwardly, needing to change the subject. "Do you know where the kitchen is? I'm thirsty."

He motioned towards the corridor opposite the one you had just come from. "Down the hall, there's a small one," he said and started jogging up the stairs with his hands in his pockets.

You exhaled the moment he was out of view again. Being around him took up more of your energy than you expected. Which wasn't ideal for a vacation. The whole situation, to be honest, being isolated with Kim Taehyung in an old, strange house, wasn't ideal. You wondered if he felt so put out by it as you did while you walked around the house to find the kitchen. Definitely, you thought. He didn't want to be there with you, it was certain. Not necessarily because he'd shown something like that up until then, but because you knew exactly the type of guy he was. I'll tell you one thing: it wasn't a coincidence that you had such close, common friends, yet barely knew each other.

The kitchen was bigger than your living room, yet it was characterized as small? A long counter stretched all along the wall on the left, with three windows over it that overlooked the garden. There was an island in the middle and cabinets around the rest of the space. A very pleasant room, bright and with light colors on the furniture that went well with the green that posed on the window panes like self-illuminated paintings.

You put your whole face under the faucet and swallowed the very cold -cold like it was just now coming from a nearby river- water. After cleaning your dripping face with your hands, you did a short inspection. The cabinets and the fridge were filled with all kinds of foods, Mrs. Kim was right. You guessed that should have been the case, considering there weren't any markets anywhere close. But that also meant you had to cook all of your food. You and Taehyung. What were you going to do? Cook different meals or share?

That was a future problem. Now, you had to find a room. You dragged your suitcase up the stairs making a little too much noise and turned to the west wing without hesitation. There were a few rooms to choose from; a double room with navy blue wallpaper, a smaller one with a balcony, a more princess-looking room with a small bed and a boudoir. You picked the next one. It had a canopy, queen-sized bed with thick, purple curtains that matched the ones on the big window across the door, and a wooden wardrobe that looked like it was taken from the set of Beauty and the Beast. There was a small fireplace too, although it was not lit, it was still decorated.

A big smile appeared on your face at the sight of the cozy room. Perhaps the house would be worth it after all. Right before walking in, you quickly looked to your left, thinking you saw something, but when nothing was there you walked excitedly inside and closed the door. You tried opening the window to let some fresh air in, but it seemed to be stuck. Or maybe you just didn't know how to do it. It looked fragile and so you let it be, deciding against causing an accident. Instead, you took your clothes and your things out, organizing them around the room to make it more personal, and when you were done, you hoped on the rather tall bed with the softest mattress you had ever felt in your life and called your friend.

"Girl, you owe me big time after this!" you whisper-shouted at her when she picked up, still not certain of how soundproof the building was and not wanting to risk Taehyung hearing anything.

Yoonji giggled from the other end of the call. "Hey, girl! How is the Manor looking so far?"

"Oh, that part is fantastic," you said genuinely. "Still in awe you were stupid enough to let this thing go. But don't try to change my mind like that," you scolded her. You knew her too well for her manipulation to work on you. And she knew that, which is why she giggled again. "Why, oh, why is Kim freaking Taehyung here, Yoon?"

You could almost hear her pout. "Oh, babe, you know I didn't know he'd be there! It's not my fault."

"Well, yes, but when I agreed to do this, it was between having the place to myself or sharing with your boyfriend. I would–"

"Ex-boyfriend!"

"–much rather have Jimin here to annoy instead of stupid Taehyung annoying me," you said, rolling your eyes. You stared at the door then, thinking you'd heard something, but dismissing it as just the old house making noises.

"Oh, c'mon. Don't call him that. It's not his fault he got into this, either."

"You know how I feel about that boy!" you insisted.

"He's actually nice, Amy."

"To you. Because you're his best friend's girlfriend. He doesn't–"

"Ex-girlfriend..."

"–give a fuck about anyone else," you mumbled, playing with your hair. "Anyone who is beneath him and his stupid, rich ass is not worth being nice to, you know?"

Yoonji hummed. "I don't think he's that rich, he's just kind of famous. It's not the same."

You rolled your eyes and groaned. "That's not the point here." You got up and looked out the window. Air had picked up and was making the trees around the garden dance passionately. "I don't feel comfortable around him, so now I have to spend a whole week being weird and worried I might run into him no matter what I do."

Your roommate clicked her tongue disapprovingly at you. "Girl, I say give him a chance and get to know him. Who knows, you may become friends and when you get back we can all hang out together."

You smiled, raising an eyebrow even if she couldn't see it. "I thought you had broken up with Jimin, how are we gonna hang out all together?"

"Ah!" It really must have slipped her mind, too, which made it all that funnier. "You're right, don't become friends with him. You will never see him again, anyway," Yoonji was quick to correct herself.

You sighed, still smiling at your silly friend, as you propped one leg up on the window sill and leaned your head against the glass. "Can't I just leave, say, tomorrow?"

"Amy..."

"Too tired today," you added with a yawn.

"I think you should stay. First of all, if you leave, Jimin might come, and him with his self-proclaimed soulmate there would just make my blood boil, so we can't have that. But second of all, and most importantly, you are at a gorgeous Victorian Manor and all you do is complain about a gorgeous boy living with you. Things could be worse, Amy. He could have been an asshole and ugly." You burst out laughing. "So just enjoy it, okay? Fuck him and enjoy your stay. You won't ever get a chance like this again, Jimin paid for most of it, you know we could never afford that."

You rolled your eyes again, but as lovingly as you could. "Fine..." you succumbed to her words. "I guess I could put on my cute dress and go pick mushrooms and forget about the other guy."

Yoonji cheered. "That's the spirit! Go be a cottagecore fairy, baby, you deserve it."

"God, I hate you."

"Love you, too!"

Yeah, you should enjoy what you could from this. Maybe Taehyung wouldn't be such a pain in the ass. Not very likely, but maybe.

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#kim taehyung #taehyung fanfic #bts #bangtan #v #fanfiction #multichapter #taehyung x reader #taehyung x oc #enemies to lovers #slow burn #agnst #bts x reader #serva me servabo te #save me and i will save you #chapter 1

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neshatriumphs · 2 years

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Okay, so, I’ve now seen every episode of Abbott Elementary (well, the ones that have been released so far, of course) and I love it so much! Janine is my bestie, she’s reminded me of why I’ve always lowkey wanted to be a teacher and now I’m bummed all over again that it won’t happen. AND AVA, she’s so horrible but I’m obsessed with her anyway 🤩 and Sheryl Lee Ralph, I could probably go on for hours, she could tell me to do anything in her Teacher Voice and I’d just do it. Also, the janitor’s system for the breaker being Boyz II Men songs, please 😂😭 anyway, I’m gonna get rambly cause I’m super out of it today, but thank you so much for bringing this show to my attention, I’m having the best time 💝 also, I love you and I hope you’re well 💕💞

OKAY! I definitely felt like you were gonna appreciate the characters in this show and I love it so much that I have been bothering basically everybody about it, always posting about it on BFCD, even talking to my Facebook friends about it. It's such a great show and it NEEDS attention and support.

And Sheryl Lee Ralph is one of my LONG TIME loves. I will turn on a show just for her, even if she wasn't on it for very long, so seeing her in another lead role is so special to me.

Fun fact: Some years ago whenever they had one of those "Type in your birthday to figure out" posts, I discovered that in May of 1982, The ORIGINAL Dream Girls were on the cover of Ebony Magazine... which was one of my favorite magazines for a long time, AND one of my favorite musicals of all time. (Sheryl Lee Ralph was Deena - the role that Beyonce played in the movie). I also wouldn't have turned on Motherland: Fort Salem if they hadn't showed me that she was the president, and she's made appearances on The Quad and on Claws and even showing up in these things for a couple of episodes, she DOMINATES. Plus, she's super sweet. Of course I follow her on Insta. Lol.

But, it was great to see Quinta be able to reach the chance to do this passion project with a major network and a great cast! Been following her since Buzzfeed and as excited as I was whenever she wound up on A Black Lady Sketch Show (which Laci Mosely is now on btw), I was even more excited to see her doing this, which I found out about when I went digging into why I didn't see her in the opening of ABLSS last season. Lol.

But also, I worked in the area of teachers supplies for so long that I had many regulars and several friends who have been teachers over the years. Even though I don't work in that market anymore (and most of the stores have gone out of business these days), I still have a soft spot for teachers and appreciate getting to see them in an environment like this where they don't really have enough, but they're doing their best.

It's been HARD for them and an appreciative POV with some humor for levity is just so nice, IMO. Sorry it took me so long to answer and hopefully, we'll be able to talk again soon.

#answered #best nibling #Abbott Elementary #Nesha Chats #z tag

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sungieskies · 4 years

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[09:45]

Seo Changbin x Female reader

Words: 2k

Genre: fluff, suggestive near the end (idk read over it, seems kinda boring buttttt)

You sigh softly as you sit in your brother's car, tears still streaming down your make-up stained cheeks. "Y/N..." Jisung spoke softly and he glanced at you while he was stopped at a red light. "It'll be okay, I promise. He wasn't right for you. He had no reason to cheat on you or lock you out of your own house. You didn't do anything wrong okay?" He spoke as gentle as he could since he was trying to get the point across to you that your now ex boyfriend was a piece of shit. You had been told multiple times by many people including your brother that he was going to hurt you, but you insisted on giving him a chance.

You stayed quiet, Jisung's words only making you feel worse about trusting your ex. Jisung sighs and soon pulls up to the apartment he shared with the other 7 boys from his group at college. "You're okay staying here with them and me right?" He asked as he didn't want to make you anymore uncomfortable and upset than you already were. "It's fine sungie.." you spoke softly and got out of his car, walking up to the apartment with him and following him inside.

You instantly felt eyes on you as you entered the large apartment, making you hide behind your brother more than you already were. "Yah, stop staring at her. It's just my sister's you creeps." He spoked before looking to a pair of boys. One a dark, almost ebony haired boy and the other having dark hair as well but with more of an umber tone. "Changbin, can she borrow some of your clothes?" Jisung asked, the one with the darkest hair looking up and nodding "don't see why she can't borrow yours but sure." He said softly before looking at you, well your fragile state more than anything. "You're the shortest so the clothes won't be as big on her." Jisung spoke before practically dragging you to the bathroom.

You sit down on the edge of the tub, waiting for your brother to come back which he soon did. He set a shirt and a pair of sweats on the sink along with a towel and washcloth. "Take a shower and clean your self up okay? While you do I'll clear our extra room out with the help of the others and order us some food." Jisung spoke, kissing your forehead before leaving the bathroom and shutting the door behind him. You shakily stood up from the tub edge, turning the shower on almost as warm as it could go without physically burning you. While you waited for the water to warm up, you started stripping off your clothes. Right as you threw your bra to the floor, the bathroom door creaked open since Jisung hadn't shut it fully. Since the water was louder than the door, you paid no attention to it. As you shimmied out of your leggings and panties, you had no idea that Changbin had walked by and saw the door open. He didn't know exactly if you were already in the shower or not but since the door was open, he peeked in as he wanted to check on you. As soon as he saw you naked, his face flushed a deep red and he shut the door fully and as quickly as he could without slamming it.

You turn around as you thought you heard something, without seeing anything different you shrugged it off. You did reach out and lock the door before getting into the shower to clean your self off, trying not to cry more as you thought about the events of the day so far. You sigh and start rubbing your face with the washcloth, scrubbing your make-up off before moving down to wash you body. Soon enough you got out of the warmth of the shower and wrapped the towel Jisung left for you around your body.

You quietly walked out of the bathroom, only in the shirt Jisung had left you as the sweats were too large in the waist for you. You held the sweats in your hands, walking out to the living area and tapping Changbin on the shoulder. He jumped slightly before turning around and smiling at you, a light blush still covering his cheeks. "What's up?" He asked before looking as you hold his sweats out. "They're too big and I didn't know which room was yours." You spoke softly as you looked up at him. Changbin nods and takes the sweats into his hands, the smile still dancing on his lips. "Well thank you. And my room is the one next to Jisung's." He said and pointed to his door. Your head turns and follows his finger before nodding, "ah okay" you said with a smile before walking off to Jisung's room to grab your phone as you assumed that's where he took what little things you had with you.

Changbin watches you walk off before letting out a breath he didn't realize he was holding. "Dude you really have the hots for his sister already?" Chan asked as he shook his head. "We go to parties every weekend and girls try to get you to fuck them but the one time Jisung brings his sister over after she's had a shitty month and you're the one with the googly eyes." Changbin shrugged "I can't help it. Look at her..." he spoke as you walked back out of Jisungs room, looking at your phone before squeaking as you ran into one of the other boys, Seungmin to be exact. "Ah sorry.." You spoke quietly as Seungmin shakes his head, smiling softly "don't worry about it Y/N.." he spoke as he entered his and Jeongin's room. You nod before looking as Jisung peeked out of the spare room. "So uh, it looks like the bed in here is broken. You'll have to sleep on the couch or I can give you my bed.." he spoke softly and you rolled your eyes "I'll take the couch Sungie. No need for you to give up your bed" you said with a weak smile before going and sitting on the large couch.

The boys soon started to flood into the living room, Jisung taking the spot next to you and the others filing in and finding seats after. Jisung looked to you and handed you a plate of pizza, smiling at you "eat please?" He asked with his puppy eyes when he saw how hesitant you looked when he handed you the plate. You giggled quietly and nodded, your soft giggle making Jisung smile. "There's my sister..." he said before discussing with the others on what movie you all should watch. You watched them talk and argue as some wanted horror and others wanted comedy. Eventually it was settled by all of them playing rock, paper, scissors and one of the boys, who you soon learned was Felix, picked a horror movie. You hated horror but it was better than sitting in silence or outside in the cold as you had done the past three nights.

You noticed that Changbin had kept his eyes on you most if the night, locking eyes with you a few times before he would look away and act like he was interested in something else. It didn't make you uncomfortable, but you wondered why he was so curious about you. Maybe it was because you were wearing his shirt? No, that seemed dumb but it was the only explanation you could think of at the time. You looked up as all the boys started heading to their rooms, either going to work on class work or go to sleep as they had classes in the early hours of the morning. As Jisung got up, he walked over to you and kissed your forehead again. "Don't stay up too late. I have a class at 9 AM but I'll be back after. Get some rest sis..." he spoke softly and walked off to his room.

You nodded at Jisung's words and then looked to the other couch as Changbin was the only one left that hadn't gone to bed. You looked at his face and he looked nervous about something so you spoke up first. "Changbin? Are you okay?" You ask softly as you sit up a bit more to look at him better. Changbin snapped out of whatever daze he was in and nodded "Y-Yeah. Just wanna ask you something..." he spoke softly.

"What's up Changbin?" You ask and tilt your head slightly, looking just like your brother but cuter to Changbin. "Since I'm the only one with a larger bed, and not to be weird, do you want to come and sleep in my room with me? It's more comfortable than the couch and we shouldn't really be super close in the bed so it won't be awkward." He spoke and looked at you, chuckling softly at the blush that spread across your cheek. "I-I mean I don't want to bother you Changbin..." you said quietly while shaking your head. "You won't be. Come on." He spoke and started walking to his room, looking back to see if you would follow him. To his suprise, you were. You looked like a lost puppy, but you followed him into his room and sat down on his bed before looking back to him.

Changbin smiles and shuts the door to his room before turning away from you and slipping his shirt off, his muscular arms and body being shown to you. You look at his arms, weirdly entranced by the muscles and the veins that ran from his knuckles up into his arm. Changbin turned to you and waved his hand in front of your face, "Y/N?" He asked and chuckled as you snapped out of your daze, looking up at him and blushing a deep rose pink color. "God..." he murmured before gently lifting a hand to push some strands of hair behind your ear before his hand stopped to cup your cheek. You instinctively leaned into his warm touch, eyes closing as you did. "You're adorable, you know that?" He asked before looking at your lips. You blushed and opened you eyes quickly at his words "a-ah... Changbin I'm really not.." you spoke quietly and looked up at him, your large eyes melting him.

"You really are though, Jisung told us what happened while you were showing and I don't know why someone would give you up like that. You're so perfect..." he spoke before leaning down closer to your face. "Can I do something Y/N?" He asked, watching you nod quickly as you had an idea of what he was going to do. A smile starts dancing on his lips again before he leans in and kisses you softly, to which you hesitated but soon kissed him back. Changbin pulled away from you after a moment and sighed softly "sorry..I just..you're so perfect and when I saw you earlier my heart felt like it was going to burst. I've never met or seen someone like you Y/N...I've also thought love at first sigh was fake but after seeing you I jus-" you cut his sentence off by kissing him again. "I can understand Changbin, and look..I'm willing to trust you. I've been separated from my ex for almost a month, he finally just broke my nerves after trying to come back and then getting violent that I called Jisung. You don't need to worry about rushing me or yourself okay?" You ask softly and smile up at him.

Changbin nods and his smile grows before he lays down in the bed, pulling you next to his body before pulling the comforter over your bodies. "Get some rest okay? We can talk more in the morning..." he spoke and kissed your head before turning his lamp off.

In the morning, you awoke to the sound of your brother screaming and the other's laughing. You open your eyes and see Changbin standing in the doorway, laughing along with the others before speaking up. "Look, Jisung I can promise you we didn't sleep together. We could be doing that soon though" he said smugly, causing Jisung to screech and cover his ears. "I shouldn't have brought her here!" He cries out.

"I'm glad you did.." Changbin said softly.

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outerbankslut · 4 years

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Sorry... Pope Heyward

Summary • After a fight between the Kooks and the Pogues you go to your friends to apologise but Pope’s not having it.

Warnings • Swearing? Maybe but I can’t remember and I cba to go back through. Mentions of violence (in the fight). If there’s anything else let me know :) JJ smoking as usual.

Word Count • 1.7k (Imagine)

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(GIF isn’t mine, let me know if it’s yours)

THE NOISES OF the cars engine knocked you out of your daze as you drove down the paved, sweltering streets of outer banks. The houses you passed a second ago were filled with perfectly trimmed bushes, the building decked in marble and stone with backyards for miles and a pool to finish it off. Whereas the houses you passed now were smaller and wooden, looking fragile almost. Lots of the yards were messier and lazier but they didn't have personal gardeners or the time nor money to do it themselves generally. It made your heart clench as you thought about how just a mile back you were living luxuriously while people over here slaved away to earn everything they owned. They weren't handed it like you were.

You were on your way to the cut to see your friends. But not for a casual hangout. You needed to see if they were okay. After the events of the night before you couldn't be sure what happened after you left.

Rafe has been involved in a fight between all the Pogues including you. No surprise there. He’d been the instigator of it all. It had broken out just you were all planning to leave and then the Cameron boy and the rest of his country club friends came over and joined in somehow finding fun in hitting and punching people due to the entitlement blinding their eyes from the truth that they were the same. Well maybe not personality wise in any way at all. But you were all human beings and yet you were pitted against each other from the day you were born. Only some succumbed to the amounting pressure of their kook or pogue parents to stay away from the other side others realised how petty and stupid it was.

It was always like a scene from west side story when the two groups were mixed and it never ended well. It usually left you to pick up the pieces of their messes. Or any mess of your brothers really. It had always been you. You taking responsibility for anything he did. Whilst he would go disappear and sniff a few lines before making his triumphant return you would be mending what he broke or taking the blame. Being younger than him didn't help with him manipulating you as a child. Rafe broke a vase and suddenly you broke the vase. Rafe stole money from dad since he blew his allowance on coke and alcohol and instead you stole the money. It had always been that way and by now you were used to being left in the wake of your brothers tyranny.

You always felt responsible no matter what happened. The events of last night where stuck in your mind like super glue and the guilt was filling up your lungs. It wasn't your fault. But at the same time it was. You didn't stop your brother, you let your friends get hurt by him. And they must hate you. Probably wish you'd never been let into their group.

The tires of your car screeched to a halt beside the Twinkie which occupied the space outside of the chateau. It was eerily quiet until you stepped out onto the grassy and muddy ground and heard muffled laughter from inside the wooden walls of the small fish shack. You could smell the after effects of a joint wafting through the air. No doubt it was JJ.

Once you entered the chateau the small creak of the screen door was enough to gain the attention of all the Pogues who glanced up at your presence. Only then did you see what was leftover from the fight last night. Kie looked at you with a small smile but you could see the light grazing on her cheeks and her hands that held the wooden neck of a ukulele. But yet she still seemed happy to see you. And then JJ who sent you a lazy smile as he inhaled more of the joint between his bruised knuckled fingers and the smoke covered his purple and yellow and green painted face but only for a second. Then John B who held a beer in his hands but you could see the blood surrounding his split lip and small cut above his black eye.

None noticed your small frown or look of quilt swarming you except from Pope who stared intensely and lingered on the downturning of your lips as you turned and caught his gaze. You could see the small cut beneath his chin and no doubt just like the John B and JJ he accumulated bruises on his stomach or arms. But he was wearing his shirt buttoned up whereas JJ laid shirtless and John B stood with his shirt open.

It hurt you the most seeing Pope. The multiple bruises and cuts adorning his normally smooth and unharmed skin. They were because of you. When Pope moved in front of you stopping you from receiving the backhand Rafe sent your way as you berated him to stop. He was the reason you weren't hurt. And you were the reason he was hurt.

Pope looked at you oddly as you just stood there letting out a sigh.

"Y/N?" He asked, his eyebrows furrowing in question. When you didn't answer again he stood up and walked over to you where you stood with your hands threaded together and rubbing in anticipation. "What's wrong?"

"I-I wanted to apologise to you last night."

The rest of the Pogues had turned their attention to you, JJ even stopped smoking for a second to listen. Your eyes were down trained on the wooden flooring as you spoke. Popes furrowed brows deepened as he looked at you slightly bewildered that you thought you needed to apologise.

"I'm sorry he hurt you guys. It was all my fault and I should have stopped him but I didn't." You let out a dry chuckle. "All of you got hurt and yet I'm perfectly fine." You shook you head and sighed. "But I'm really sorry."

Despite the nice welcoming from your friends you still had the deep rooted fear they would hate you after last night but the looks on their faces held sadness or confusion rather than anger or disdain.

Pope had seen you do this before with the group. Whether it be a Pogue and Kook fight or just a small thing when he'd been around your house, like accepting responsibility when Rafe forgot to pick Wheezie up from her ballet class or the time when you'd apologised profusely for Rafes mistreatment of JJ at his job at the country club. But most of those times he'd believed it to be a small courtesy of just being related to the problem or saying it like when you say you're sorry for someone's loss but it wasn’t like that with you. At least not this time.

You were apprehensive to look up to meet his but when you did you saw the boy let out a small scoff and you were ready for him to yell at you to leave and never come back.

"God! Stop apologising for other people! You're not the shitty one!" The Heyward boy exclaimed blowing a fuse which surprised everyone when Pope was normally the calm and collected one. Not all the time. But most.

And he wasn’t angry towards you but toward Rafe and even the smallest notion that what he did laid on your shoulders. You simply blinked in his direction not sure what to say at his outburst.

"Pope—" You started saying before you were cut off by the boy throwing his hands in the air.

"No I can't take it any longer. I can't watch you blame yourself and apologise for the punches Rafe throws or the shitty things he does. He's a bad person and you are not him. I don't give a damn if he's your brother, okay? Y/N you've never done anything wrong in your life and yet you keep apologising for everything he does. It's not your fault. I'll tell you a million—scratch that a billion times if I have to."

And once again you blinked but this time blinking away the glossy liquid in your eyes hoping to clear your vision. It was a different feeling having someone tell you it wasn't your fault for once. Popes eyes stared passionately towards you as you held his stare. You felt comforted just the the deep ebony colours of his eyes that focused on you.

"I still left you guys though after. I didn't stay and help." You told them and Kiara stood quickly, abandoning the instrument on the couch and placing a hand on your arm. You felt yourself sniffling. Pope moved his hand as well but lightly placed it in your own moving his fingers over your palm in circles soothingly. Letting you know he was there. Pope and you had definitely always been the closest in the group. If you ever needed someone Pope was always there. Whether it was someone to cry on or rant to, he was always there. And he definitely cared a lot about you as you did him.

"Hey, Y/N. You still tried to help us. That’s what counts. And we get it was overwhelming. We don't have to deal with psycho brothers. No offence." Kie spoke softly and you chuckled lightly at her comment through small tears that you were quick to wipe away.

"Yeah, Rafe is his own person and technically an adult he can take responsibility for his own shit." JJ spoke as he stood from his space on the couch joined by John B behind him.

"I still don't understand how the two of you are even related."

You shrugged a small smile growing on your lips that Pope noticed. "Me and Sarah both wonder that. A lot."

They all let out small laughs before Pope pulled you in for a hug and you nestled your head into his shoulder at his warm and enticing hold. He smelt of musk with small hints of aftershave and salt water. But most of all he smelt of home. Somewhere that would always be inviting and your one true solace from the world.

Note • Got my writing mojo back, kinda. And I used a prompt for this which helped a lot as well maybe too much. But uh so funny story I said it could make a cute blurb and one thing leads to another and I’ve written 1.7k words oopsies. I rambled too much and it’s trash and it’s also 2am so forgive me. But I need help I write too much unnecessary details in my fics and it makes it so long and probably boring. Anyway it’s✨trash✨but I hope maybe you enjoyed.

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fleetsonourgecentral · 2 years

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I love your memes so much (I think my favorites so far are the socially acceptable behavior and the death jokes)! With the Scourge finally meeting Super post, it’s almost like you read my mind because I was going to ask what you thought their first meeting would be like lol. If you’re willing to take a request, do you think you could write about Scourge trying to teach Super about pop media or something while Sonic walks in like “wtf is going on here.” Have a great day!

Thank you! I'm glad you like my memes! Ngl the death jokes one is one of my favourites haha. Man I need to talk more about Scourge and Super honestly fhssfhsfh I didn't plan that post about their meeting I just thought "who's the prep" and next thing I knew I was halfway through typing. Many ideas are ones that come to me in the middle of the night that I post before I think about them too much lol

I went with a movie marathon bc I figured trying to kill Sonic's friends, destroy the world, and then having amnesia and trying to not become evil again didn't give Super much time to think about watching movies and also bc I don't know anything about pop culture bc I live under a rock lol. Hope you have a great day too!

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"So," Scourge said, flicking off the movie and returning to the home screen, "I guess horror isn't your thing, either?"

Super smiled weakly at him, cushion still clutched close to his chest. "Sorry. Just... bad memories."

"Yeah, yeah," Scourge said, waving away the words, determined to not think about them too hard.

He'd been kicked out of the house for the day because Sonic apparently had some important shit to do that he absolutely could not risk Scourge messing up. What, exactly, that important shit was, Scourge had no idea. Sonic always had important shit going on, and it could range from a new mission to preparing a surprise (or prank) for one of his friends. It was rarely something Scourge needed to be kicked out for, though, so when Sonic shooed him out of the house a few hours ago, Scourge had listened with only minimal bitching. He'd probably find out what Sonic was doing later, anyway.

He would have spent his time bothering one of the Freedom Fighters, or some of his friends outside the Freedom Fighters (and wasn't that a novel concept, Scourge actually had friends now) but most of them were busy and the rest lived out of the way. Scourge had been in the middle of debating if the trip to the Floating Island was worth bothering Knuckles and Porker when he'd gotten a text from Ebony asking if he would mind keeping Super company for the day. Apparently she and Pyjamas also had some shit to do, and for some reason Super couldn't come, but he hated being alone and thus required a babysitter. Not that Ebony had phrased it like that, but that was the way Scourge saw it.

Honestly, he'd been tempted to say no. He wasn't friends with Super, and bothering Knuckles sounded way more entertaining. But Ebony had promised to pay him (further solidifying Scourge's opinion that this was a babysitting job) and who was he to turn down cash?

Thus, movie marathon with Super in the back room of the Groovy Train, because apparently he lived under a rock and didn't know anything about movies. Poor fucker.

He'd tried a mystery first, but he'd quickly gotten bored, and Super had only been mildly more invested in it than him, so he hadn't felt guilty about turning it off. Western was next, but Super had been into that even less, so Scourge had taken the opportunity to try his personal favourite genre: horror.

It was an enormous flop. Psychological stuff freaked Super out, and not the way it was supposed to, and the second they'd switched to a movie with gore, he'd gone almost as green as Scourge at the first sight of blood.

It was pathetic, really. Hard to believe this was the same guy who'd constantly only lost to Sonic by the skin of his teeth and nearly committed murder multiple times.

Really, this wasn't on the list of things Scourge wanted to do with his time. He didn't have anywhere near the kind of issues with Super as Sonic did. He mainly just found him annoying. Terrified of his own power, pretty non-confrontational, quiet and polite and nice. A pacifist through and through. Potentially-universe-destroying powers aside, the most entertaining thing about Super was how riled up Sonic got about him. All in all, not someone Scourge would have ever imagined willingly spending time with.

Prime Sonic would probably like him.

Maybe that's why he grated on Scourge's nerves sometimes.

"Thriller, then," Scourge said, shifting away from the horror genre and flicking through the collection of thrillers. "Thrillers are okay if you pick the right ones. You ever seen a thriller?"

Super squirmed a little. The green tint to his face was finally fading. "Sort of. I know I... I mean, I know Sonic likes thrillers, so I have some memories, I guess. So thrillers might work."

Despite his words, Super didn't look enthusiastic at all, frowning down at the carpet with a frustrated pinch to his brows.

Ah. Scourge bit back a curse. And there was the reason Super didn't irritate him as much as he should have. Why he spent more time feeling sorry for him than he spent annoyed at him.

Desperately trying to be your own person, away from Sonic, was so, so fucking difficult when part of your identity would always be permanently tied to the bastard. Like a weight dragging you down, the way it tied you to a set role and refused to let you grow beyond that role, the name branded on the back of your head no matter how much you tried to get rid of it, a voice whispering in your ear that you're still Sonic, will always be Sonic, and you can change your name and your fur color and your actions but that won't change the fact the multiverse has labelled you as yet another Sonic, and all the speed in the world won't let you escape from it completely...

Hard to be constantly mad at someone who understood just how stifling the Sonic name could be, even if they'd gone in completely opposite directions when dealing with it.

"I didn't ask if Sonic had seen one," Scourge said, nudging Super with his arm. "I asked if you've seen one."

Super blinked at him, finally lifting his head from the cushion. Scourge did his best to keep his face and eyes blank; no need to turn this into a big deal.

Sonic - his Sonic, the one from this dimension - had done more for Scourge than he'd ever know by refusing to see him as just another Sonic. A lookalike, yes, but never another Sonic. He wouldn't have accepted that even if Scourge wanted to be a Sonic. The title was already taken, no possibility of sharing. One Sonic the Hedgehog, one Hero of Mobius, and only one. Scourge had no choice but to be someone else if he wanted to stay in this dimension, because Sonic sure as hell wasn't making room for one more.

It was ridiculously fucking refreshing, to have someone unknowingly reject his relation to the Sonic name just as viciously as he'd rejected it in the first place.

Scourge wasn't one for passing on good karma or some stupid shit like that. Being nice to random strangers just because someone else was nice to him didn't come naturally to him. Returning a favor to someone who'd extended one in the first place, sure, that made sense. A debt repaid. Easy to understand. But passing it on to someone else? Scourge still couldn't wrap his head around it, despite the Freedom Fighters best efforts to change that. Maybe that would change in time, or maybe Scourge was stuck like this, selfishness ingrained into his very nature, his home dimension latching onto his core and leaving him destined to be an asshole for the rest of his life, only giving him room to become slightly less of an asshole like he'd managed so far.

But.

But not even he could deny Super a hand extended in understanding. The offer of I see you, not Sonic, I see your rejection and I reject it with you.

How could he, when he himself had spent so long denying how desperately he needed it?

It wasn't a favor for a favor, or a debt repaid. But it was a mutual understanding that was almost impossible to find with anyone else. Which was apparently enough for Scourge to... not like him, but tolerate him, if nothing else.

Which was a huge fucking compliment back in his dimension, so anyone who said he was being unfair could shut the fuck up.

"No," Super said at last. He smiled at Scourge again, and this one was a little stronger. "No, I don't think I have."

"Cool." Scourge considered the screen, then flicked away from the thriller genre. Carefully avoided Super's eyes so he wouldn't have to see any... ugh, gratitude. "And you can start later. I watched a thriller last night, I'm not in the mood for one right now. Pick something else. Anything else." He reconsidered. "Actually, anything except a romcom. I'm not watching a shitty romcom with you."

(And thank fuck Super wasn't close to him or any of his friends, because if he was he could've pointed out that Scourge watched romcoms with Sonic, and completely ignore him when he said that was only because they enjoyed shitting on them together.)

Super examined the menu with a thoughtful look on his face. After a few seconds, he perked up.

"What about action?"

Action. He could do that.

Scourge obediently started to flick through the selection of action movies, eyes darting between the descriptions and Super's face in his search for something they might both enjoy. Eventually, he picked one at random and settled down, arm curled around a bowl of popcorn.

His phone buzzed just as the movie was starting, and with a weary sigh he pulled it out of his jacket, angling the screen away from Super when he saw it was Sonic texting him.

Sonic: Where are you btw

Scourge: groovy train

Scourge: stop pullin that face im getting paid for this

Sonic: I'm not pulling a face

Scourge: ye u are i kno u

"Thank you, by the way."

Scourge lifted his eyes from his phone. Super wasn't looking at him, eyes glued to the screen; apparently he was just as shit with eye contact when dealing with emotions as the rest of them.

"For what?"

"For giving up your time to stay with me for the day. I know I'm... not the Sonic you'd rather spend time with."

Scourge should probably say something comforting in response to that, shouldn't he? But, well. He wasn't wrong.

"'S whatever," Scourge said, leaning back against the couch. "I've been kicked out of the house for the day anyway. Might as well earn some cash while I'm at it."

Super nodded, still refusing to look at Scourge as he lifted a handful of popcorn to his mouth.

"Say," Scourge started, eyes only half focused on the movie. The subtitles were on, so he didn't need to fully pay attention anyway. "Why didn't your moms bring you with them, anyway? Since you hate being alone so much."

"They're not my mums!" Super protested, face flushing a deep red.

"Yeah they are. The only thing stopping them filling out adoption papers is the fact you're legally still a wanted criminal." He nudged Super with his foot. "C'mon, don't dodge the question. I know you'd rather be with them than with me."

Super sighed, eyes drifting away from the movie for a brief moment. "They're... going somewhere with a lot of chaos energy. For Pyjamas. So I can't go. Ebony offered to stay behind with me, but she already does so much for me, I didn't want to make her miss out. I said I'd be fine on my own, but..."

But Super has anxiety, Ebony's text that morning had read, and I'd feel better if there was someone there to keep him company, just in case he has a flashback or panic attack.

Damn. Imagine having parents that cared about that kind of shit. Lucky bastard.

"Lucky you got me, then," Scourge said. "All the other Freedom Fighters are boring as shit. And have shit taste in movies. If we're going to catch you up movies, you can't be exposed to shit ones, or you'll end up with shit taste-"

"Then you should've been the last person called," a dry, snarky voice interrupted.

Scourge whirled around to find Sonic leaning against the doorway, arms folded, signature smirk in place. His eyes were firmly fixed on Scourge, but anyone who knew him could see the tension in his arms and shoulders.

Beside him, Super had gone very, very still.

Sonic and Super kept... a respectful distance from one another. Very respectful, and very, very far away. Sonic wasn't at Super's throat anymore, nor was he planning to drag him by the ear and throw him into a jail cell, and Super didn't have a problem with Sonic when he wasn't hopped up on chaos energy, but the friction between them never really went away. They weren't banned from seeing one another, but not doing so was usually a deliberate choice on both of their parts.

Scourge was going to choose to interpret this as Sonic missing him so much he was willing to exist in Super's presence, mainly because he could not be bothered to try and figure out the actual reason he was here. Sonic would tell him later if it was important.

"Oh, like your taste is any better?" Scourge said, puffing up his chest in faux indignation. He was not going to let any potential awkwardness ruin this for him. He wasn't getting paid enough to deal with that.

"Better than yours," Sonic shot back instantly. He looked like he wanted to approach, but he didn't actually budge from the doorway. "You know, when I told you to find something to do to keep you out of the house, I didn't mean corrupt Super with your shit taste in films. The fuck are you even watching? Some shitty action film put together with cardboard and a piece of string?"

"Excuse you, this is high quality cinema," Scourge gasped, pressing a hand to his chest in offense. "I wouldn't force Super to watch garbage, how dare you, just because we're not watching one of your shitty thrillers-"

Sonic darted over in an instant, snatching the bowl of popcorn and tipping it up on Scourge's head. Apparently being in close proximity to the guy who tried to murder his friends was a price Sonic was willing to pay if it meant he got to bully Scourge.

"We're breaking up," Scourge announced, flicking some popcorn at Sonic in retaliation. "You don't love me and you're only here for my leather jacket."

"Pretty much," Sonic agreed, flicking the popcorn back at him. Scourge caught it in his mouth.

Beside him, Super was chuckling quietly, nervously, like he was afraid of being heard but too amused at their bickering to hold it in. He kept his own bowl, previously balanced on the arm of the couch, clutched close to his chest like he'd done with the cushion earlier, but he wasn't eyeing Sonic warily, nor did he look like he was about to bolt. Scourge pointedly didn't draw attention to it.

"You owe me more popcorn," Scourge said, digging around the couch for stray pieces of popcorn to eat. No way was he wasting perfectly good popcorn. "And we're watching a horror movie next week."

"We were already going to watch a horror movie next week. It's your turn to pick, and you always pick a horror movie."

"Oh, like you don't always pick thrillers?"

"Shut the fuck up. Where's the popcorn?"

"Left the bag on the counter in the kitchen," Scourge said, grinning. He waved Sonic away. "Come on, waiter, I'll give you a popcorn tip if you're fast."

Sonic stuck two fingers up at him as he headed for the kitchen, popcorn bowl in tow. He playfully gave Scourge's ear a little pull as he passed, but was careful to make sure it didn't hurt. He didn't look at Super. Huge upgrade from when this started, when he couldn't go two seconds without glaring at the guy.

Scourge settled back down on the couch as he listened to Sonic swear and struggle to work the microwave, a cry of "Then why the fuck is there a popcorn setting?" ringing through the open door as he read the instructions on the bag. Super was more relaxed than he had been when Sonic first walked in, and there was a faint smile tugging at his mouth.

Playing babysitter and having a movie marathon with Super might not be so bad if Sonic was there.

... Providing Super didn't mind their habit of talking during movies, of course.

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