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eddie x cheerleader

they had a fight , eddie cant focus so he canceled hellfire

he still stays after school so he can watch her performance

he sees her smile is so fake

and even while shes performing he sees tears dripping out of her eyes

so he starts crying too

but once shes done performing , he follows her and gets on his knees and apologizes

Hopefully this is what you were looking for!

Angst with a happy ending :)

I LOVE HOW THIS TURNED OUT

Eddie Munson had his beliefs and refused to change them. He was stubborn and hard headed. Quick to be defensive and claim he is always right. Even if that meant putting his pride in front of his relationship with his girlfriend.

"Eddie it's just this is my last performance of the season and you haven't been to a single one since we got together. I know you hate sports, the jocks, and the atmosphere but can't you do it for me, just this once?"

The same argument again. The couple have been fighting about Eddie going to one performance, just one, before her cheerleading season ended. Always hurting when all the cheerleaders smiled at their boyfriends who watched in the crowd, Y/N wanted that. She wanted to feel supported too.

"I don't get why we have to fight about this. I told you I hate being around those people. And I have hellfire tonight, I can't just cancel that for your dance." He scoffed, arms crossing in a defensive manner. Arguing quietly in the hallway while the rest of the school was in class or the lunch room.

"it's not a dance! It's a performance, which you wouldn't know since you never bother to come." She spat, her own arms crossing in front of her. "look I get it, the jocks are assholes and treat you like crap. But I've been doing my best to make them leave you alone. All the girls on my team adore us because you make me happy. They even ask for you to come. Do you know how embarrassing it is to watch every boyfriend in the crowd cheering for them? They all have someone to look for in the crowd, someone to smile at and run to when the game is done? I have no one out there Eddie! I'm the only one left on the court once we are done." She explained, trying her hardest to keep her tears in her eyes. She could not ruin the make up she spent hours doing for her last performance.

"oh now you are being dramatic, not every girl on that team has a boyfriend sitting there." He tried to defend, ignoring the pain in his chest imagining her standing there alone, wishing for him to just be there.

But Eddie could not go against everything he believed in. He already was a hypocrite for dating a cheerleader, he couldn't break down his pride even more. Not when he preached to his sheep about the venom of popularity.

"I don't even know why I still try. Enjoy your club asshole, I'll find a ride with Chrissy." She spat, ponytail harshly swinging as she marched past him, a shove in his shoulder. Not a single word she said went through his brain, just right out of his ears. Too stubborn to even be there for her. Maybe she just needs to pull the plug on them? Was the disappointment worth it every time?

Eddie sat at the lunch table, hearing the boys talk about how excited they are for the campaign, Eddie couldn't match the atmosphere.

He felt so fucking bad. The way she looked like she was going to cry when she walked past him was stuck in his head. He tried to shrug it off, focus on the campaign at hand.

He couldn't, he cancelled hellfire the second all the boys walked in.

"I just don't have it in me." He sighed as he sat at his throne.

The boys watched their leader placing his head in his hand, obviously in distress.

"that's fine Eddie. Take the time you need. We'll just go watch the game? Lucas is playing! Plus it's Y/N's final game." Dustin said excitedly, he's secretly been dying to watch her perform, hellfire always landed the same days as games so he never got to see her.

When Eddie first dated her, Dustin was the most supportive. He didn't give a shit if Eddie liked a cheerleader after all the talk he preached. She was different, it was easy to tell.

Eddie's head snapped up at her name.

"you want to watch my girlfriend?" Eddie questioned.

"duh! I've been dying to see the routines she's made. They sound totally badass but it's always the same as hellfire nights so I never got to go." Dustin shrugged. Having no idea his words were stabbing Eddie even deeper in his heart.

The boys raced out of the room, heading to the gym to catch the game and apparently Y/N's performance.

Eddie truly was the only one who still held on to his words of the popular world. His club didn't even give a shit he was dating a cheerleader, all excited to watch her perform. Now he felt like even more of an ass. Simply refusing to watch her because he was scared of what his club would think of him for going back on his words. An excuse that had no truth behind it.

The boys found the only open spot on the bleachers, quickly filling it with their bodies.

Mike, Gareth, and Jeff quickly searching for Lucas but Dustin was searching for Y/N.

A huge smile on his face when she spotted her stretching, head down not bothering to look at the crowd. Dustin waited for her to look up just once so he could wave, but she never did.

By the time Eddie quit his pity party he got up, collecting his backup and walking to the gym. He walked in the doorway, searching for an open seat but the gym was packed completely. He sighed and leaned against the wall. Maybe if he was a good boyfriend and showed up on time, he'd have a seat.

Eddie realized he was catching the end of the game. The cheerleaders were finishing their last routine. Eddie felt even more like shit, he missed the whole thing except for the final damn flip. Truly never once seeing his girlfriend do something she loved. He watched her closely, a smile of hers usually fixed everything. But the smile she had wasn't real, it looked fake and painful. He could see her blinking rapidly, a sign she was holding back tears. Eddie found himself blinking just as fast. Trying to ignore the burn in his throat.

He stood against the wall for the next ten minutes of what was left of the game. Once he heard the final buzzer go off, he watched as everyone cheered. Lucas was thrown in the air by the team. Eddie felt himself smile at one of his sheep getting supported, maybe the jocks weren't that horrible.

His smile quickly fell when the basketball team moved over, now seeing his girlfriend packing up her bag, alone. Eddie looked to the bleachers to see, in fact, every single cheerleader kissing their boyfriends. His shoulders somehow slumped even more, she wasn't lying. She was the only one on the team who had no one to congratulate her.

Eddie for once decided his pride wasn't worth it. He dropped his backpack on the floor, gathering as much courage as his pathetic body could manage. He went to move but stopped when he saw Dustin running to her. Hugging her from behind. He laughed a little as she jumped and screamed. "That fucker and his little crush."

Feeling arms wrapped around her was the last thing she expected. She jumped and screamed as she turned around.

"OMG DUSTIN!" she screamed trapping him in a bear hug. Dustin didn't even care that she was sweaty, hugging her tighter as she hugged him harder.

She looked over Dustin's shoulder to see the rest of hellfire behind him with big smiles.

"holy shit. What are you guys doing here?" She was confused, the campaign in no way could have been finished. Eddie kept them for hours in that room.

She couldn't wipe the smile off of her face though. Her heart is warming, she had people in the crowd that came to see her.

"Eddie was in a bad mood so he cancelled, so Dustin of course said we needed to come watch Lucas but I think he wanted to see you more." Mike joked.

Y/N laughed as Dustin's cheeks flared red.

"that's adorable." She squealed kissing his cheek. His face turned even redder, completely burning.

Y/N wishes that the good feeling lasted a bit longer, because now she realized, hellfire was cancelled, the boys were here, and Eddie wasn't with them.

Dustin knew once he saw the look in her eyes change what she was thinking.

"I think he went to the bathroom." Dustin quickly lied, not wanting to hurt her more with the truth that her boyfriend never showed up.

She nodded fast, not believing a word Dustin said. She knew Eddie, and Eddie did not show up.

"well I have to go change and head home with Chrissy. Thank you guys for coming. It means a lot." She cried happily, throwing them in a group hug. Waving goodbye as she walked to the locker room.

Dustin was racing out of the gym, marching to the parking lot for a specific van.

"did she ask?" Dustin jumped hearing a voice behind him, turning around to see Eddie against the school wall smoking a cigarette.

Dustin marched up and threw it on the ground.

"seriously Eddie? You are out here smoking instead of being with her?"

"I know okay? I was going to go but once I saw how happy she was when you all were there, I feel like I didn't deserve to ruin her moment."

"Eddie you wouldn't have ruined it. You would have made it better. She wanted you there. Now forget your goddamn stupid pride for one second, take out your balls, and make it up to your hot girlfriend that is way out of your league!" Dustin demanded his finger smashing right into Eddie's chest.

If Dustin wasn't saying something so true, Eddie might just have kicked his freshmen ass for talking to him that way.

But he was right, so Eddie nodded and turned to walk back into the school. His backpack was still in the gym so he walked to grab it. Stopping in his place when he saw Y/N searching the gym floor in a panic.

Eddie walked up behind her, the floor creaking underneath his sneakers.

"Chrissy did you find it? I need to find that ring. Eddie is going to kill me." She panicked, searching under every chair.

"I don't think he'd kill you. He definitely deserves to be killed though" He said. Watching her body freeze as she turned to see him standing there.

She stood up fast, dusting off her skirt. She never got to change, once she made it to the locker room she realized the necklace she wore with Eddie's ring on it was gone. The necklace she wore to every game underneath her uniform, just to have him there somewhere.

"I didn't mean to lose it." She panicked

"I don't even know which ring you are talking about. I promise it's not that big of a deal." He tried to make her feel better.

"NO IT IS A BIG DEAL. It's the only thing I have to pretend you are here with me and I need to find it " she demanded, back on her knees searching the floor.

Eddie couldn't believe how much harder each blow got in his gut. It was like watching a bomb destroy every building one by one. He was watching her fall apart more and more, all because of his pride.

He kneeled to the floor in front of her, grabbing her hands to stop her searching.

"I'm here now." He tried

She yanked her hands free

"doesn't matter now Eddie. I'm graduating and will never cheer again. At least now you won't have to listen to me fight to get you here "

He deserved that, he knew he did.

"I'm really fucking sorry." He whispered, sitting across from her.

"whatever Eddie." She said, following his actions. Sitting with her knees up to her chest, wrapping her arms tightly against her legs.

"no I mean it. I have been the most shitty boyfriend ever. Hellfire should never have come before you. My pride should have never been more important than you. I fucked up and I fucked up bad, I know that. The second the boys all cheered I cancelled hellfire and went to the game, I realized I was the only one stuck on my words. None of them cared I fell in love with you. They didn't care if you were a cheerleader and that I was a huge hypocrite. It was all in my head. And I should have been here to be there for you. You deserved to feel as special as you did tonight at every game. I made it to the end. I know that doesn't count for anything. But I am so happy my boys were there for you, when I was too proud to be. I don't even deserve you to even think of keeping me around. You should honestly dump me in the most cruel way possible. Slash my tires or something." He joked, smiling on the inside when she laughed, wiping the tears that were falling down her eyes

"but if for some reason you are just as dumb as me, and still allow me to be around you. I would really love to make this up to you." He finished, hand searching for hers once again. This time she didn't move it away.

"I might just be even more dumber than you are because I love you too." She joked, pushing her shoulder against his. He laughed with her, wiping his own tears.

"doesn't mean I forgive you though. You made me feel really shitty and I need some action to back up your words."

"absolutely baby. I totally understand." He said. Relief filling his body, he has one more chance.

"if you are up for it, I have the rest of my night open. Why don't you perform every single routine you came up with for me?" He offered.

A huge smile stretched on her face

"you really want to sit here as I do over like 15 routines?" She laughed

"as long as you keep the outfit on." He winked. Another smack to his shoulder but the way she smiled warmed his heart.

He has a chance to fix it, and he wasn't going to ruin that.

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kimmberleeex · 2 months

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Runaway

NSFW 18+, DNI if you are a minor! TW: smut content, sex, sexual content, depictions of gory situations.

Authors note: this was a suggested theme that I asked people in a FB group I’m in for writing prompts. My dear friend wanted to see the reader help Eddie hide from Jason and his buddies where…romance ensues. 🥰 if you’d like to see any ideas written, send me a DM. I love flexing my creative muscles.

The title is totally inspired by Bon Jovi’s “Runaway”, attached for your listening pleasure. Enjoy! 🥰

If someone told you a week ago, that you’d be helping hide Eddie “the Freak” Munson from your basketball friends, you would have laughed in their face. Asked them what kind of drugs they were taking. Maybe suggest that they stop buying them off of Eddie. You were a cheerleader, right hand girl to the late cheer captain, Chrissy Cunningham. Eddie was a freak, an outsider that no one understood.

The basketball team couldn’t stand him, he was vermin to them — something that needed to be squashed and he definitely always had a target on his back. A lot of the girls on the cheer squad would pretend to be scared of him, but you had heard some of the stories from a few that had slept with him. They had sworn you to secrecy, and at the time, the idea repulsed you — even if there was just a hint of curiosity in the back of your mind.

Within the halls of Hawkins High, Eddie would politely bow and smile at you, but being the cheerleader and popular mean girl that you were, you would turn your nose up at him. Sneer as a venomous insult would leave your lips while you shoved past him.

And then Chrissy died. The town was in absolute chaos and teenagers were winding up dead left and right it was starting to seem. When Jason suggested that it had to be Eddie and his devil worshipping cult, it seemed like he was the most obvious suspect at the time. So, being the good popular girl that you were, you joined in on the search — scratch that, the hunting party.

Unintentionally getting separated from your search group, you were alone in the woods. The sun was slowly setting and you were very lost. Before now, you had been confident that you knew the woods like the back of your hand because you used to explore them all the time when you were a child…with Eddie. Shaking that thought out of your mind, you mumble to yourself. “That was a long time ago. He wasn’t a freak back then.” Wrapping your arms tightly around you as the warmth of spring was disappearing with the sun. When you look around, you begin to realize that you really didn’t know where you were going.

*crack* The loud sound of a twig snapping causes you to jump, then the sound of crunching leaves approaching you quickly follows. When you turn around swiftly, you practically run into a dirty, denim brick wall. Your mouth agape as your eyes travel up to meet two chocolate pools, twinkling in what was left of the sunlight, and a mop of chestnut curls that had leaves and twigs tangled in them. Eddie’s arms are up, trying to seem less threatening to you, but it’s a useless feat.

Horror sets in, this is the accused ‘slayer of teens’ and you were alone with him in the woods. Your mouth falls open to let out a blood curdling scream, but it is quickly met with Eddie’s dirty ring-clad covered hand to silence you, his other on the back of your blonde head. An intense look set deep in his eyes as worry and fear were etched on his skin with wrinkles.

Breathing heavily through your nose as a look of sheer terror flashes through your eyes while tears threaten to spill down your cheeks. Eddie’s eyes soften, taking a deep breath as he looks at you sincerely. Making an effort to keep his tone soft, even, less threatening. “I’m gonna let go of your mouth. But please, please, please don’t scream. I know you think a lot of things about me. That’s fine. But I didn’t hurt her, please believe me. I would never hurt her, or anyone else.” His eyes search yours for some semblance of understanding. “I’m gonna let go, okay?”

A small whimper escapes your lips, a few tears slowly fall onto your cheeks as well, but you manage to nod your head very shakily. Eddie’s hand slowly falls away from your face but he keeps them raised to appear more docile. “Okay, good.” He offers a warm smile to you, and for some reason it makes you feel a lot safer than you did when you were alone.

“I-If you didn’t do it, why are you hiding?” You say carefully, still a little unsure of him.

Eddie takes a shaky breath, his hands rub down his face tiredly. “If you saw what I saw, you’d run too, because I promise you sweetheart— no one would believe you. Especially being in my shoes.” He gestures to himself, your eyebrows knit together as you process what he’s saying, but something in your gut believes him.

“Try me.” You steady your nerves, trying to appear more confident as you look up at him.

In the distance, you can hear twigs snapping, distant shouts of your name as the basketball squad is attempting to find you. “Shit, shit, shit…” Eddie mutters as he gives you a panicked look. “Listen, sweetheart. I’d love to sit here and chit chat, but I gotta go. You’re more than welcome to come with me and I’ll tell you what happened. But I would understand if you just want to wait for those laundry basket mouth breathers to come rescue you. After all, you’re a pretty cheerleader and I’m just a freak that’s being hunted.” The corner of his mouth turns up into a crooked grin, his dimple defined as he puts his hand on his chest.

Looking back and forth between him, and where the shouting is coming from. Debating on what you wanted to do, Eddie’s growing a little antsy as he starts to take off in the opposite direction of the noise. Watching him brush past you, you turn towards him. “Eddie, wait. I want to come with you.” Your voice is unsure, very meek, and barely above a whisper.

Offering a smirk to you, before holding out his hand to help guide you over a fallen tree stump. “Well, come on toots if you’re coming, I’m not sticking around to find out if they’re gonna be as sweet as you are.”

Jason and the rest of the squad’s shouting is rapidly approaching, this was a pivotal moment in your life where everything was going to change. You could feel it in your bones, but something in Eddie’s eyes was pulling you towards him. Taking his hand, you climb over the fallen tree and take off running. Much like you did when you two were kids.

Eddie navigates you two through the thick woods until you get to Skull Rock. Scoffing quietly, with a judgmental look on your face — that mean girl attitude still in full swing. Your arms cross over your Hawkins High Cheer jacket and tuck into your sides. Then your hip pops out with so much attitude, it almost made Eddie laugh. Pursing his lips together to compose himself for a moment before he leans back against the rock (and yes, it resembled a skull — hence the name). Crossing his arms over his chest in a mocking stance as he looks you up and down. “Have any better ideas, Princess?” There’s a teasing edge to his tone and you couldn’t stop the eye roll that you made at him if you tried.

“I’m just saying, freak, for someone on the run…this isn’t the best place to hide, ESPECIALLY from the basketball team.” Shaking your head, part of you still wonders why the hell you would be here in the first place. That valley girl within you desperately telling you to turn him in. Lost in thought from your internal struggle, Eddie has closed the distance between you. Waving his hand in front of your face, pulling you out of your thoughts with a slight jump as he startles you.

Shrieking quietly, you slap his shoulder hard. “Damnit, Eddie! Don’t do that.”

He pretends it hurts as he rubs his shoulder, his face scrunched up in faux pain. It fades into a smile that still dazzles off of the moonlight since the sun has finally set. “Just making sure you weren’t going to do that freaky shit that I’ve been seeing lately.” He said softly before gathering some twigs and brush.

Tilting your head to the side, your curiosity gets the best of you. “What are you doing?”

Eddie lets out a loud sigh as he continues gathering, looking back at you like you’re dense. “Well, I just thought these sticks looked really cool so I wanted to collect them.” He snorts as he continues. “What the hell does it look like I’m doing, sweetheart? I’m making a fire.” He turns his back to you, kneeling down on the ground just in front of the Skull Rock opening. He clears some space before building the fire.

“Do you think that’s the best idea when we don’t want anyone to know where we are?” A little sneer can still be heard in your voice and Eddie just chortles briefly.

“You know, I may have been held back twice. But you, sweetheart, have no common sense in that pretty little head of yours. Do you?” Hearing the smugness in his tone made your skin crawl.

“Really? Insulting me?” Letting out a sharp laugh as the venom seeps out of your mouth and into your words. “That’s really funny, freak. Considering I know where you’re hiding. Who’s to say I won’t go tell everyone where the killer is hiding out?”

Eddie finally gets the fire started, flicking his Zippo shut with the flick of his wrist. He stokes it with a stick to make sure it catches before he stands up slowly, turning to face you. The fire illuminating behind him in a way that is almost menacing, the shadows on his face define his jaw, his eyes piercing through you as he slowly comes towards you. Subconsciously, you begin backing away from him and he backs you up against a tree. Jumping slightly once you feel the bark against your skin, your breath grows heavier in fear as he crowds you.

“Darling, don’t you think if I was really a killer, it would be pretty stupid to tell me that you’re turning me in?” The breath escapes from your lungs as the back of his knuckles graze against your cheek, a pathetic whimper emits from your lips. But his touch sends electric shocks straight to your belly, making your thighs clench together. His other palm is pressed against the tree trunk right beside your face. Eddie looks down when you shift slightly, a wolfish grin on his face. “My, my, I think you like this. Don’t you, pretty girl?” His voice is dark, lustful, and rough.

His hand travels down to your neck, ghosting lightly over the column of your throat. When he leans in closer, his lips inching towards yours, your heart was racing with anticipation. Already feeling a dampness forming in your panties as you kept your thighs clenched tightly together. Just when you think he’s going to kiss you, he pulls away. Pushing off of the tree as he turns to head back towards the fire, cackling as he held his stomach.

Anger and embarrassment settle in your belly as your cheeks flush to match. “What the fuck is wrong with you?” Stomping towards him, you smack him in the back of the head before you sit as far away from him as possible. Crossing your legs and arms as you turn away from him. Shivering slightly as you realize now that a skirt, light jacket and tank top probably wasn’t the best thing to wear with the unpredictable weather Indiana had this time of year.

Eddie sighs and comes over, already taking his leather jacket and vest off to put around your shoulders. He sits next to you on the rock that you were perched on. “Sorry, Y/N. That was uncalled for.” Eddie shoves his shoulder into yours playfully. “We used to be close.” He hesitates before he continues. “I’m just an idiot and thought I could tease you. That probably wasn’t my finest idea.” He chuckles awkwardly.

Sighing as your anger settles, the smell of his cologne and the cigarettes he smokes were dulling your senses. Watching the flames of the fire dance and intertwine together so you didn’t have to look at his face, you then begin to speak softly to him. “You said no one would believe you. What happened?”

Eddie takes a sharp breath and exhales shakily. “Yeah, it’s not pleasant. Pretty gory stuff, sweetheart. And you have to keep an open mind, because I know it’s going to sound crazy. I wouldn’t believe it if I didn’t see it with my own eyes. And if my friends didn’t tell me that they’ve dealt with similar shit before.” You jump slightly as he reaches into his denim vest for his smokes and lighter. “Relax, I won’t put my dirty paws on you. You’re safe with me, promise.” Putting his hand over his heart to amplify his vow.

Nodding gently as you turn to look at him, putting your hand on his arm. “Tell me.” A soft whisper leaves your lips.

Eddie dangles his smoke between his lips, shielding it from the wind with his hands as his thumb strikes the flint wheel of his Zippo, igniting a flame that he holds to the end of his cigarette. Inhaling until the end is glowing red before he flicks his wrist, the metallic click of his lighter flipping shut sounds louder than it should. He takes a few puffs of it, inhaling the smoke and slowly exhaling through his nose. The smoke begins swirling and dancing around in the night air.

Leaning over slightly to hug his knees, Eddie’s voice is trembling slightly as he exhales a shaky breath before he begins retelling the night that Chrissy died. “Open mind, remember?” He waits for your nod before continuing. “Chrissy came to me to buy drugs. I know. Sounds absurd, right? Perfect Chrissy Cunningham, Queen of Hawkins High, coming to Eddie “the freak” Munson to buy,” he pauses and gasps audibly for dramatics, waving his arms around. “Drugs. Completely unbelievable, right? Well at first, I’m thinking she’s just trying to score some pot for that stupid after party for that dumb game. But I’m telling you, doll. She was scared, on edge. I thought she was already on harder shit, but something…rather someone was scaring her, showing her shit that made her feel like she was losing her mind.”

Eddie’s fingers twitched as he ashed his cigarette and then takes another drag of it before continuing. “She wanted something harder, she wanted Special K. She was desperate to escape whatever he was making her see.” You shift uncomfortably on the rock as you listen to him, unsure if you believe him as he continues his tale. “We had to go back to my place to get it, and no, before you say anything. I wasn’t on any funny business. I just had it stashed away ‘cause I don’t like to carry that shit on me. But while I was grabbing it from my room, I came back out to Chrissy standing in the middle of my living room…she looked like she was in this…trance. Her eyes were rolling back into her head, my lights were flickering. I was trying to wake her up. Begging her to wake up.” You watched Eddie’s face, his voice was trembling and his eyes were glassy with unshed tears. He closed his eyes tightly before he continued. “That’s when something lifted her into the air, and her bones started to snap. It was like something was inside of her head pulling her eyes in…” he gestured to his eyes as he shuddered at the memory. “I didn’t know what to do, so I ran. And I left her there. I didn’t know what to do...”

His voice trailed off into a whisper, thick with emotion as a couple tears fell down his cheeks. You didn’t want to believe him, but there was so much serious sincerity in his voice that your gut told you to trust him. Hooking your arm around his and interlacing your fingers between his you rub his forearm with your free hand. “I don’t know why, but I believe you. I might not understand it. But I believe you, Eddie.”

Eddie turns his face towards yours, his fingers curling in to hold your hand back, squeezing gently. “Trust me, you don’t want to understand it, sweetheart.” His voice was barely above a whisper, genuine fear in his eyes.

This time, you’re the first to break the eye contact. There’s a flutter in your belly that’s making you nervous, which you detest. Hearing Eddie inhale his smoke again, his hand tightens slightly around yours and you realize that neither one of you had flinched away from the contact.

“You know Y/N, we used to be so close. Whatever happened?” His voice was soft, distant like he was lost in thought.

Sighing softly while laying your head on his shoulder, which he gladly welcomes. “I don’t know, Eddie. We grew up, I became a cheerleader and you…” Your voice trails off as you try to think of a way to say it delicately.

“Became a freak?” He whispers, but there’s a steel edge to his voice.

Immediately, years of bullying him and hurling insults at him were bubbling up in your guts. Regret and guilt just pumping through you. “Eddie, I am so sorry…”

Eddie finally lets go of your hand, holding his hands up. “It’s all good, Y/N. I’m a social pariah, I get it. I don’t want to conform and that makes me an easy target. And running in my circle also puts you in the sights of those muscle headed jackasses. Why put a giant target on your back when you can just wear that cute little cheer uniform and sleep with them instead?” He smirks at his teasing remark, his elbow poking into your side gently.

Rolling your eyes in disgust, you look away from him. A tightness forming in your throat that you were hoping you could mask. “Don’t be gross, fucking asshole.” Crossing your legs tighter together, blush creeping up into your cheeks in embarrassment as you were reminded that you were as pure as they come. Aside from kissing Eddie that one summer afternoon at Skull Rock, the summer before high school, and a couple of different boyfriends that you’d had through out high school. You were a Virgin, with a capital V. Sure, a couple of the boys that you dated had tried but were very shamefully denied. They were too embarrassed to admit defeat and instead they told their friends that they slept with you. And you were too embarrassed to deny the rumors, it just helped fuel your popularity.

Eddie watched your body language, realizing that he had upset you. His hand grabs your shoulder gently, but you shrug him and his jacket off while you stomp away. He watches as it slides off onto the boulder that you left him on and then his eyes follow you. You lean against the rock with your back turned to him, arms crossed over your chest to shield your insecurities.

“Hey,” he says gently. “I was just joking, I wasn’t trying to offend you.” You were still keeping yourself turned away from him, but he quickly comes around in front of you. Leaning his shoulder against the rock, catching you when you try to turn away from him again. That’s when he notices your tears building up in your waterline, threatening to spill over onto your flushed cheeks. It pulls at Eddie’s heart to know he made you feel that way. “Doll, don’t cry. I know you’re a classy lady…” he leans closer to whisper to you. “I have kissed you, in case you have forgotten. So I remember just how much of a classy lady that you are.” Another gentle smirk, making you laugh tearfully at the memory. It was awkward and quick — clashing teeth and practically headbutting each other. He was 16 and you had just turned 14, it was just your first kiss over with. Then, when school started, you both went your separate ways.

Laughing causes a tear to spill onto your cheek, which Eddie instantly is pressing his warm palm against it, his thumb brushing it away as it falls. He inspects your face carefully. “Wait, why would my comment upset you this much? I mean, it’s not like you’re still a virgin.”

When your face scrunches at the word, a dawn of realization washes over Eddie. His eyes wide and his mouth drops, you pinch your eyes closed. “Eddie, I swear to god, don’t you even dare. Because I will beat you to a bloody pulp.” Your eyes slowly open and Eddie just has this shit eating grin on his face, it makes your stomach churn.

“Not judging, dollface.” His arms once again raised in surrender. “Just more so surprised, especially when I had heard some delicious rumors about what a little sex kitten you are.” A slight giggle leaves his lips as you smack his arm harder than you had earlier. In between his giggles as he slowly calms down. “Sorry, sorry. I’ll stop. But seriously, why?”

“None of your business, you dick.” You mumble as you turn so your back is against the rock. But Eddie is already in front of you again and he’s so uncomfortably close. His palm is resting on the rock next to your head. Feeling your breath catch in your throat as he stares at you intensely.

“Do those boys just not do it for you, baby?” The pads of his rough fingertips ghost over your cheek, brushing your hair behind your ear. Starting on your thigh as his fingers ghost over your skin, inching towards the hem of your skirt, threatening to slip under it. “Maybe you need someone to show you how it’s really done, make you feel real good. Take care of your needs without worrying about their own.” His lips are pressed against your ear, his hot breath fanning over your skin.

Your heart was pounding in your chest, and there was a fire roaring in your belly that no one had ever lit before. Knowing he was right made it that much worse, part of you always secretly pined for Eddie. But popularity became more important to you, and when the guys you dated tried to take it further…you just couldn’t make yourself because they weren’t him. That kiss all those years ago lit a fire that never fully went out, and then you let your social standing outweigh how you felt.

The real fire that he had started was starting to go out. Eddie smirks at you before pulling away to turn on his heel so that he could go add more wood to the fire. Letting out a breath that you didn’t know you were holding, your heart was still thundering in your ears. Eddie turns to look back at you, that smugness still in his tone with a wolfish grin on his face to match. “Yeah, I bet you hate that I’m right.”

He fully expected a bratty, snide comment but when you were silently chewing your lip instead, he finally straightened up. That famous Munson grin twisting on his mouth, making your belly do a somersault. Looking down to avoid his gaze, you suddenly felt so damn exposed it made you uncomfortable.

Eddie saunters back over to you, lifting your chin up with his finger and thumb to force your gaze back to him. Blushing furiously as you stared at his lips, your cunt was aching for his attention and you hated yourself for it. The damp spot growing in your panties as your arousal pooled there.

“I’m right, aren’t I baby?” His grin not faltering as he continues where he left off, fingers ghosting over your thighs. When you don’t swat him away, he pushes a little further. Pressing his knee between your legs, keeping them spread apart for him. The heat radiating from your core can be felt by the skin exposed in the tattered knee of his jeans.

Not trusting yourself to speak, so you just stare at him and hope he makes the first move. Eddie just leans closer, so achingly close, his body nearly flush with yours. Your breath was growing heavier, his lips nearly ghosting over yours. When you try to close the distance, Eddie leans back with a devilish smirk on his lips. “Now c’mon, babygirl. Just tell me the words I want to hear. And I’ll give you what you want…” His fingers dancing along the hem of your skirt, his touch growing bolder as he continues to tease you.

A whimper leaves your lips, causing Eddie’s cock to twitch in his pants. While his crotch is pressed against your thigh, he groans softly. “Eddie, you’re right.” You whisper, your cheeks hot as hell. “Please.” Somehow your voice is even softer, barely a whisper.

“Thank fucking god, about time…” he whispers back as he presses his lips against yours feverishly. His hand sliding up under your skirt, his fingers sliding along your clothed slit. His moan vibrated off of your lips as he feels the growing wet spot on the delicate fabric of your panties. His touch feels electric, making every nerve ending buzz with excitement as you hum appreciatively against his mouth.

His tongue traces the seam of your lips, his teeth nipping your bottom lip, causing you to groan softly. Naturally, both of your lips part and your tongues begin to dance and explore the other’s mouth. Breathy moans bouncing back and forth from each other’s throats like a game of tennis. When he slides his hand down your panties to press more firmly against your clit, you practically jump. Mewling softly for him as the rough pad of his finger swirls around your swollen bud. He breaks your kiss, his breath a little heavy as he admires how you’re reacting to his touch.

While he continues to swirl his finger around your bundle of nerves, he takes his free hand and unzips your cheer jacket. Your full breasts hardly contained by your tank top. A low growl emits from Eddie’s throat as your hardened peaks are exposed through the thin fabric of your top. The chill of the wind combined with your arousal making them stick out with ease.

Eddie continues his ministrations on your clit, keeping a slow and steady but firm pace. He leans down into the crook of your neck, placing wet kisses on the column of your throat. When he finds your pulse point, he sucks on it gently which makes your knees buckle. His free arm catching you and keeping you upright. Then, his teeth slightly dig into where he was sucking on your sensitive skin. This causes a rather pornographic moan to echo a little in the darkness.

Embarrassing yourself as you cover your mouth, Eddie lifts his head with his brows furrowed. Taking his free hand to remove your hand from your mouth. “No, I wanna hear those pretty moans, baby. Lemme hear you.” His free hand pins your wrist against the rock, the hand in your panties slides in further. His middle finger teasing your slick folds before inching slowly inside, making you gasp and writhe beneath him. He groans into your neck, his cock throbbing against your thigh as your pussy slowly sucked his finger inside of its tightness.

“Goddamn, sweetheart. You are so fuckin’ tight.” He moans and continues. “Just picturing you wrapped around my cock is enough to make me cream my jeans.” Slowly he slides his finger in and out, allowing you to adjust to him before he curls his middle finger upwards — reaching a spot within you that not even you knew how to reach. Breathy moans stringing from your lips as he continues to kiss along your neck. His voice is shaky and husky with need. “Jesus, Princess. Please, can I fuck you?”

Looking around trying to find a clean place to lay down, seemingly out of breath from the pleasure he was giving you. “W-where would we?”

Eddie’s finger slowly pulls out of you, making you whimper at the loss. He chuckles softly, before he caresses your cheek. “Well, I know this isn’t the most ideal place to lose your V-card, baby. But hey, at least you would have had two firsts here.” He playfully winks at you with a smirk, making you blush at the fond memory you two shared.

“Fuck you, Eddie.” Rolling your eyes with a smirk on your lips.

“Well, I’m trying to, Princess. But you’re afraid to get a little dirty.” There’s a dark gleam in his eye with a wolfish grin on his face as he continues teasing you. It makes you blush furiously. When you smack his arm again, he chuckles. “Okay, we can lay our jackets down?” He suggests as he retrieves his jacket from boulder they sat on before. Laying it down and bowing in a gentlemanly fashion, making you giggle.

Walking over to him, you slowly slide your jacket off of your shoulders and hand it to him. He smirks and lays it down above where he laid his. He helps you lay down, his hand on the back of your head as you lay against your jacket. Suddenly, you burst out in giggles. Tilting his head to the side as he looks down at you, a curious look on his face. “What’s so funny, babygirl?” He playfully pokes you in your side.

Trying to stifle your giggle, you look up at him. “Just saying it’s really ironic, because right now it probably looks like you have me out in the woods to perform a ritualistic sacrifice, ya know, ‘cause I’m a virgin.” Your giggle dies off as his face grows more serious.

“Who says that’s not what I’m doing?” His face is still serious as he leans closer. Flashing his teeth at you in a menacing way. But once he gets close enough to you, he starts laughing hard, holding his sides as he completely loses his shit. “You should have seen your face.”

The back of your hand instinctively flies up and hits his stomach, making him grunt softly. “Hey play nice. You know I can’t help but tease you, doll.” He smirks at you.

You’re still pouting when he positions himself over top of you, he leans down and kisses you deeply. His tongue tracing along your bottom lip before slipping inside, you can hear him fumbling with his belt buckle as he eventually gets his cock sprung free. He hikes your skirt up, his hand roaming over your thighs momentarily before he hooks his finger into your panties and pulls them to the side. “God, that’s a pretty pussy. If we were in a more comfortable spot, I’d have so much fun worshiping it.” His compliment and the thought of what he was saying causes the blood rise to your face, causing your skin to flush.

“Relax, baby.” He coos softly. That’s when you finally look down and see how big he is. Your eyes widen with nervousness as he struggled to get his finger in there, you couldn’t imagine how much it may hurt to stuff that in there. His free hand is still rubbing your thigh to help you relax. “Hey, it’s okay. I’m going to go nice and slow. I promise, baby, just relax and let me make you feel good.”

Taking a deep breath, you nod slowly. “Okay, I trust you.”

He smiles warmly at you. Keeping your panties hooked over to the side with his finger, his free hand helps guide his thick tip to your slick folds. Biting his lip as he rubs it up down your wet slit. When it rubs against your clit, a moan unwillingly escapes your lips. “That’s it baby…” He continues to rub against it, trying to get you ready for him. Looking down at his cock, he spits onto the tip, rubbing it around to get it wet before he pushes against your tight entrance, groaning at the resistance he feels.

Using one of the free fingers that wasn’t hooked into your panties, he rubs around your swollen bud. Relaxing you further and allowing him to slowly slip his cock into your wet folds. Eddie breathes out through clenched teeth as he slowly sinks himself into you, inching in and allowing your pussy to get used to his thickness. His eyes are on your face, looking for any discomfort as he bottoms out inside of you.

The sensation of him stretching you burns a little but it doesn’t hurt. “I-I’m okay, keep going.” Offering a nervous smile up at him, he leans down and kisses you softly. He slowly begins to thrust his hips, wanting to go easy on you until you warm up to him. Everytime he slides back into you, makes you moan loudly as he brushes against your g-spot. The muscles in your walls clamping down on him in response.

Eddie’s hips falter, as he breathes through clenched teeth. “S-shit, doll. You’re too tight to do that to me. Want you to cum first.” His free hand is roaming your body as one keeps him elevated above you, allowing him to thrust inward and upwards in a dipping motion to hit all the best spots within you. Your moans echoing his as he fucks towards both of your release. When his hand brings your thigh up around his waist and he thrusts even deeper than you knew possible, you let out a little scream.

His hips stutter again, his eyes a little wide with concern. “You okay?” He breathes out.

“Yes, please don’t stop.” You breathe out with a whine.

He grins, his hips continue to snap against yours as he thrusts a little harder. “Yes, ma’am.” The groaning he’s doing as he feels you clench around him is so hot. “Keep your leg here, doll. I need my hand.” He lets go of your leg on his waist and moves to your clit. His finger swirls around the slick bundle of nerves as he continues to ram into your tight heat. The rhythm is starting to become overwhelming, your back arches as a tightness in your belly begins to form. That fire is absolutely raging within you.

“O-oh, God…Eddie…” you whimper out in between your breathy moans.

Eddie continues his ministrations as he coaxes you, sounding breathless as he moans. “That’s it, baby. Good girl, let go for me. I got you.” Your body shudders at his praise, his finger pressing more firmly against your clit as it circles around it. His hips pumping faster into your throbbing core.

And then it happens — a heat radiates from within your belly and warms your entire body, that tightness feels like it has snapped as wave after wave of pleasure rocks through your body. Your moans echoing in the darkness as they grow louder, your eyes pinched shut as the pleasure overwhelms you.

Eddie’s grunting loudly as he feels your walls gripping him tightly, he is trying to breathe through it and starts to pull out when you put your hand on his arm. “Issokay, Eddie. Want all of you.” Is all you can manage to breathe out. And as soon as the last word leaves your lips, Eddie’s body shudders. He moans loudly, you can feel his cock pulsing inside of you. Coating your walls and filling you entirely. Your body throbbing with his and milking him for every drop.

He collapses on top of you, while both of you are trying to catch your breath. Eddie’s head is buried in the crook of your neck, breathing heavily against your skin as his cock softens inside of you. He slowly slips out of you, and sits up on his knees. Grinning down at you, his chest is still heaving while it’s trying to regain the air in his lungs. He stuffs his soft dick back into his jeans and buttons them.

When he lays down next to you again, you both lay on your side and face each other. His fingers rake through your hair, brushing it out of your face. “At least I’m a better kisser now, right?” He teases and you can’t help but giggle. Burying your face into his chest and wrapping your arm around his waist. He smiles and leans his cheek against the top of your head, his arms wrapping around you and holding you close to him.

“I really missed you, Y/N.” He speaks softly into your hair. “When you came to high school my junior year, I didn’t think things would change like that . I dunno, I guess I thought you’d wanna be my girlfriend instead of my friend.” He pauses, swallowing hard as he opens up to you. “And then you avoided me like the black plague and turned into one of them. You weren’t my little bunny anymore.” Hearing his old nickname for you made your heart ache.

Pulling back to look at him, emotion was welling up in your eyes. That tightness was returning as you swallow the ball forming in your throat and caress his cheek. “I’m so sorry, I let the idea of popularity consume me. You’re right. I became someone that I’m not. I should have never abandoned you like that. I will never forgive myself.”

Eddie pushes his forehead against yours, brushing his nose with yours — the bunny kisses the two of you used to do before you finally let him actually kiss you. “I forgive you. How can I stay mad at my pretty bunny?” He smiles before kissing you softly.

Something felt so right about this moment. No longer were you enemies, no longer were you friends. There was something more there, just like there always had been. You were just too stubborn to see it. But in this moment? Where you’re wrapped in Eddie’s arms while laying on the ground in the woods? It all seemed crystal clear now, like spending years being blind and then one day you can finally see. You were in love with Eddie, and you have been all of these years. Now that you were reconnected, you’d spend every day trying to make up for lost time. You’d go with him anywhere, do anything to protect him and clear his name. Even if it meant marching head first into the unknown.

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honey and venom | papa iv x fem!reader

Or: The four times you fell for your best friend without noticing and the one time you did.

Summary: You’ve been Copia’s best friend for years, unaware of just how deep your feelings go. It's only when he shows you his new stage outfit, that you realise friendship is not all that you feel for him. A difficult conversation leads to confessions… and exploring how easily (or not) the outfit can be removed.

Content: ~9.5k words (i know, i'm sorry), lots of fluff and pining, kinda slow-burn, best friends to lovers, part v contains smut (18+ only, MDNI, mostly sweet, some marking, oral sex f receiving, vaginal sex, nothing too specific) tldr: two oblivious idiots in love

Ao3 link – Masterlist

The first time you fall for your best friend without noticing it… well, you have technically already fallen – and he isn’t your best friend yet. You’re lying on the floor, covered in dust and the fifteen library books you had been carrying in a terrifyingly high stack. Not innocent but feeling very much betrayed, you glance at the perpetrator and find…

A tricycle?

„Oh, no, no, no,“ is all you hear before you see a whoosh of red fabric crouching down beside you. „I just parked it for one second! Are you alright, sorella?“

In hindsight, you’re laughing about it and so does Copia. All of it happened three years ago, when he used to be an awkward Cardinal who was riding his tricycle around the abbey, bumping into all kinds of corners – and you. The resounding noise of the falling books echoed through the halls of the abbey like it continues to echo in your mind whenever you think about that day. Just like you still see his mismatched eyes staring into yours in absolute horror when he leaned over you in the following quiet. You only fell for him an hour later when you saw those eyes shining, lashes meeting in the corners as he gave you his first genuine smile. Not that you’re aware of it just yet.

„What are you thinking about?“

You look up. „Hm?“

Your Papa, in full make-up and his robed, mitred glory, does not look like the shy Cardinal you met at all. No, he stands before you like he commands every room. And he will command the congregation in ten minutes when Mass begins, once you helped him put on his robes. Not that he needs you to do it, but it has become some sort of ritual.

„Your mind seems to be somewhere far away,“ he explains.

You hand him his gloves. „I just thought about how we met. And how far you’ve come.“

He smiles. „One of the best days of my life, no doubt. I would not be here if you had not stumbled over my little vehicle, amore.“

You shake your head. „You would be, Papa. I have no doubts about that. All I do is listen to your thoughts and hype you up. I am practically a cheerleader.“

With practised movements he yanks the gloves onto his hands, sprawling his fingers like a surgeon as he pulls them down. You watch him round the table, now in his full outfit, an unusually stern expression on his face.

He stops before you, one of the gloved fingers tilting your chin up. „I won’t hear any of this, amore. You do so much more. You are so much more.“

“Copia–“

„You understand your Papa?“

You nod. „Yes.“

The solemn expression turns into a laugh and he clasps his hands together. „Then let’s fucking go. I have some ministering to do and I better see you in first row with some pompoms, doing a sexy little dance, eh?“

You roll your eyes at him but follow his cackling out of the door anyway. He may be the most powerful man in the church now, but deep down he’s still your silly best friend.

II.

The next time you fall for your best friend without noticing it starts with a touch. A kiss, to be precise.

The smell of food in your nostrils is unbearable, stomach growling as you wait for what feels like an eternity in front of the heavy wooden door. You’re about to fish your phone out of your hoodie’s pocket when he opens. „Amore?“

Copia calls you amore whenever you’re alone, rarely ever using sister or sorella anymore unless someone is with you. You are not… a couple. But he insists it’s the only name that feels right for you. Not your name, not a random nickname. Always amore.

„Papa,“ you say. „I brought food. How does dinner together sound to you?“

He smiles gratefully. „How did you know I was not in the mood for company?“

„I am company.“

„Yes, but… good company.“ He steps aside to let you in. „The best.“

Copia’s quarters, now that he’s Papa, are much nicer than before. You had to convince him to get some new things because you were tired of eating on the floor whenever you came over for lack of proper seating. The first thing he acquired was a comfortable couch that you helped him choose and that you settle on now, unpacking the Chinese food you brought on a similarly new coffee table.

„How was your day?“ you ask when he sits down next to you. „Stressful?“

One glance at him is answer enough. Even though the Papal paint hides the shadows under his eyes you can see how tired he is. He’s stripped off most of his robes apart from a black frilly shirt and his regular black pants. His hair stands up at odd angles and there are ink stains on his ungloved hands. When you glance over, you notice a huge stack of papers on his desk.

„Actually, I should still be working,“ he says, grabbing one of the paper boxes with food.

„No, actually, you should eat something,“ you correct him. „And let me take care of you for a bit before you collapse. You’re no help for the clergy if you work yourself to death.“

Copia sighs, a timid smile working its way on his face. „What would I do without you, amore?“

In a lapse of self-control you lift your hand and comb one of the stray pieces of his hair down. The touch makes him freeze which in turn makes you freeze and you only realise your hand is still on his face when he leans into your palm, his soft cheek warm against your skin. He looks so weary, so utterly exhausted.

Your throat is suddenly dry and you swallow. „I don’t like seeing you so overworked, Papa. It worries me.“

„I’m fine, amore, I promise,“ he says. „It was a long week.“

„What can I do to help?“

He huffs out a laugh. „You are already doing more than you should.“

His hand finds yours where it rests on his cheek and he brings it to his lips, pressing a lingering kiss to your palm. Your heart clenches, overwhelmed by the tender gesture, by the warmth of his bigger hand covering yours. His soft lips leave a wet imprint on your skin and when he lets go of you in favour of eating, you remain dazed, puzzled. You struggle to grab your own food box, scared of losing the ghost of his kiss on your palm.

Copia, seemingly unaware, munches on his spring rolls. „What do you say? We watch a movie and relax together? I think that would make me feel better and it would ease your worries.“

You nod with a smile, trying to shake the tingling sensation in your fingertips. In that moment, you feel another tickle but this time on your leg. Looking down, you see one of Copia’s furry friends trying to get your attention. „Oh, what are you doing here, Fagiolo?“

„Ah yes, I forgot I had him out of his cage,“ Copia says. „He was keeping me company. Well, chewing on my papers more like.“

You pick up the rat, letting it settle into your lap. „You want our leftovers, huh? Have to wait a bit longer, my love.“

Fagiolo doesn’t mind. He’s Copia’s most patient rat, the most well-behaved, too, and he loves sleeping in pockets so much that you’re sure he’s gonna bridge the time with a nice little nap. Just like expected, he climbs into the pocket of your hoodie and gets comfortable.

„Look how cute he is, Copia! Look at his lil face peeking out!“

„He is,“ Copia agrees, but he’s not looking at the rat. Instead he’s smiling at you with so much warmth in his eyes that you’re melting. „He is, amore. Just like you.“

III.

You sit in the refectory for a late lunch, eating a sandwich and scribbling down notes for an upcoming lecture you’re doing for the new initiates You hoped most of the clergy was finished with lunch by now, but it’s still noisy and distracting. There is a group of Siblings at the table next to yours, in particular, who are chatting and laughing and gossiping with no shame. One of the Sisters in particular seems to be the object of interest. As soon as she sits down with them, everyone’s eyes focus on her.

„So who were you with last night? You never came back to your room,“ one of them says.

The Sister giggles. „I can’t tell you. No. I just can’t.“

„Come on. That Brother who’s been flirting with you for the past month?“

„No, you’ll never guess. Don’t even try!“

It’s clear she wants them to try anyway. The others indulge her, loudly complaining, urging her to disclose her secret until she relents. The table goes quiet, preparing to catch her speaking under her breath. „I was with… with Papa.“

The supposed whisper is so loud that half of the room can hear it and they all glance at you, knowing you and Copia are friends. So you pretend you haven’t heard it. Pretend you’re focused on the notepad right next to your plate, scribbling random letters down to appear busy.

„How was it?“ someone asks.

„It was great,“ she says. „I got to try out that thing I’ve always wanted to try out. I think he was really impressed. I won’t be surprised if it happens again!“

Your pen gives off a pained cracking sound and you realise you’ve used so much force that it nearly snapped. When you glance down at the notepad, there are only four bold letters where you were tracing the lines over and over until the paper is stretched so thin it threatens to rip.

FUCK.

Your day is ruined and you’re not even sure why. You’ve wanted him to find relief for some of his stress for a while now and what better way than a night of passion? The sister was beautiful, she seemed to be a real sweetheart. Maybe he has genuine interest in her, maybe this could mean he’s on his way to finding happiness. You’re happy for him. So happy.

But why do you feel like someone kicked you in the guts, multiple times, with combat boots?

You’re lucky you’re on library duty this evening because you’re not sure you could be a polite member of the clergy right now. Something is wrong with you and it unsettles you. What is it about the situation that bothers you so much?

You nearly jump out of your skin when you suddenly hear steps coming up to the desk you’re nearly falling asleep at. It’s Papa, wearing a dark cassock, Grucifix jangling in front of him as he approaches. But he’s not in the exuberant mood you expect him to be in. Instead of a warm glow he exudes a depressed energy. He seems tired, unsmiling, almost hungover, really. Pale and jittery, he looks like he needs to throw up.

„Co– eh, Papa,“ you greet him.

You still struggle not calling him Copia. He doesn’t mind you not addressing him by his title but you don’t want any privileges. Being friends with him already makes it harder to connect to the other Siblings. They would be even less accepting if you lost all propriety.

„Hello, amore,“ he says, a tired edge to his voice. „I have some books to return to you.“

You give him a kind smile. „You know you don’t have to do that yourself, right?“

„I wanted to. I knew you’d be here and I felt like seeing you.“

„What’s wrong?“

He raises his brows. „What do you mean?“

„You look like you’re getting sick,“ you say. „Are you unwell?“

Copia shakes his head, waving you off like he often does when you show concern. „No, no. I am fine. Not in the best of moods today, maybe.“

„I would expect you to be elated today,“ you say. „Floating, really.“

„Why?“ He hands you the two books he’s been carrying under his arm, still staring at them as you reach out to scan them. „Did I miss something?“

„Well, how was it?“

„How was what, amore?“

„Your… company last night. I heard some Siblings talking earlier.“

He looks up, clearly surprised and overwhelmed by the question. „It was… ugh… okay. It was fine.“

Your eyes meet. „Fine?“

A shrug. „You know.“

„I know?“

He’s flustered, uncomfortable, but you cannot go back now. So you tilt your head to the side in question.

„Sometimes you need to… to scratch an itch,“ he explains. „And it feels good in the moment, but when you’re done… you realise it was not the right way to go about it and then the sting hurts more than before. It actually becomes really fucking painful.“

Brow furrowed, you take in his tense stance, the way his ears are red, how he avoids your gaze. He doesn’t want to hurt you, you suppose. He knows you’re not… getting a lot of intimacy. Of course he wouldn’t brag about having an amazing night, he is quiet about these things, discreet.

„So, she wasn’t…“ You try to find the right words. „Not… what you thought?“

„Oh, she was great. No, she was really… beautiful. And all of that.“

That answer is enough to make you regret ever asking. What did you think he would say? You don’t want to hear any of the juicy details. In fact, you would rather rip your ears off than hear any more about it. So you backtrack, using the opportunity to finish with his books. „Sorry, I mean… it’s none of my business really.“

Copia waves off. „No, you’re my best friend, of course you are interested. You would tell me, too, right?“

„Yes, of course. I would… I would totally tell you if there was someone.“

Copia looks at you expectantly when you don’t continue. „So?“

„So?“

„So, is there someone?“

„No. No one.“

You stare at each other for a moment, then. It’s hard to hide how this is affecting you. The thought of him with literally anyone seems wrong and you have to admit that you can’t imagine being with anyone right now either. This friendship with him is all you really care about. Maybe that’s enough for you. It doesn’t seem to be for him. If he starts seeing someone for real, what will become of it? Will he forget about you?

„Mi dispiace,“ he says. „I know I am overly worried again and you don’t like that, but, amore… you seem…“

„I’m completely normal,“ you interrupt before he can pinpoint what’s wrong with you. „I don’t know what you mean.“

„So there is nothing weighing on your heart?“

You shake your head, forcing out a smile. „No, I’m okay. I’m great, actually.“

„Good, then give me a hug,“ he says, opening his arms widely in a theatrical gesture. It’s one of his strategies, a last resort, asking for hugs whenever he feels like something is off with you because it’s the only way you’ll soften up to him. The only way you don’t shut down.

This is something that started way back when he was still Cardinal. You’d been relatively new as well and struggled with loneliness. Opening up to anyone, making friends, it’s always been hard. After your fateful encounter, meeting the bumper of his tricycle by accident, he almost begged you to make it up to you by carrying the books he made you drop. That day you felt awfully lonely and so you let him trail after you, glad to have some sort of company. You talked to him all afternoon, realising how much you had missed easy conversation, and at some point you just randomly started crying because it felt so nice to have someone listen in earnest. He’d tried to coax the reason out of you, but you just assured him you were okay. Of course he didn’t buy it, but he also didn’t pressure you for details. Instead he asked if a simple hug would help.

He’s been hugging you when you’re trying to shut him out ever since.

And it makes your walls crumble every single time.

You step out from behind the desk and let him embrace you. Initially, you struggle not to imagine him holding the other Sister in his arms like that. But then his hand moves into your hair and he starts scratching your scalp just how he knows you enjoy and, in an instant, all of that is forgotten. You exhale slowly, then breathe him in. He smells heavily of incense and smoke. You get lightheaded from the heady scent, melting into him. Or maybe it’s just his proximity, the way he’s surrounding you so completely.

„Come over tonight?“ he whispers. „We can watch that movie you wanted to see before you fell asleep on me last time.“

Your stomach drops like you’re on a rollercoaster, heat rushing to your cheeks. You whimper into his neck, the sound muffed by his collar.

„Is that a yes?“

„Yes.“

IV.

The last time you fall for your best friend without noticing it he stands you up for dinner.

It is not like you have a fixed appointment or that you always have dinner together. But most evenings you simply end up at the same table in the refectory, eating together like an old married couple, talking about your respective days. The domesticity of it is your favorite thing. It just feels so natural. And now, sitting by yourself because no one really dares to be your friend, you just feel pathetic.

So after dinner, you end up looking for Copia anyway, convinced that he’s still working somewhere and just forgot to check the clock every once in a while. You forgo getting him food, deciding to just fetch him something later in case he hasn’t eaten yet. The man really needs to take better care of himself, but he’s so bad at accepting it.

You find him on a blood-red chaise longue near one of many fireplaces that keep the library warm and the books dry. At this hour, he has swapped the papal robes for his lighter black cassock that reminds you of his Cardinal days. He reclines comfortably with an old book on his lap and a notepad beside him. Of course he’s still working.

„Amore,“ he says, looking up when you approach.

„Oh, I didn’t think you’d be busy,“ you say. „I can come by later.“

„No. Please join me,“ he says. „I am preparing a sermon for Sunday Mass.“

„Only if I won’t bother you.“

„You could not even if you tried. I relish in your company too much to ever tire of you.“

You’re elated by his words, a warm, comfortable feeling settling in your chest, tickling the insides of your ribcage. There is enough space for you next to him, so you pull your legs up and turn sideways to face him.

„I can use your opinion.“ He turns to you, a sheepish smile on his lips. „You are always so good with words. See, the topic of the sermon is… love. It is about how the most blissful feelings always carry the potential for pain with them. How do you like this quote?“ He takes his notepad, reading from his own messy handwriting. „Amore et melle et felle es fecundissimus.“

„Love is rich with honey…“

„…and venom.“

You smile, letting the words linger in your ears. „Love is both sweet and bitter.“

Copia stares at you with a penetrating gaze, nodding slowly. „Yes, it is.“

„I like it, very fitting,“ you say, taking the book from his lap as it threatens to fall. The language of love. A near ancient copy, the pages covered in dust and yellowed by decades of sunlight.

„It is very true, don’t you think?“ Copia asks, averting his gaze almost urgently like he can’t bear to look at you.

„It is,“ you agree, frowning. „How did you come up with the topic for the sermon?“

He scribbles in his notebook. „Ah, you know. Uhm… I think someone suggested it. Because it is Valentine’s Day soon.“

„That’s only in three weeks.“

„Yes, but… what better topic than love, eh?“ He chuckles and you wonder if you’re imagining the nervous tint to it. „Anyway, what brings you to me?“

„Oh, I just thought we hadn’t seen much of each other today,“ you explain. „And I missed you during dinner.“

„I missed you, too. I am sorry, I was dining out.“

„Oh.“ You ignore the pang in your chest. „So, that’s… that’s how you thought of the topic.“

He squints. „What?“

„Well, if you were on a date…“

„Oh, not a date!“ He chuckles. „No, no. It was with Sister Imperator.“

„Oh.“ Your cheeks heat up and you avert your gaze. „I just thought… a few weeks ago, you and that Sister…“

„Ah, amore, it was a one time thing. There is no romantic interest.“

„Great! I mean, good to… good to know.“ You hastily start flipping through the pages of the book to hide your embarrassment. „So do you need more quotes?“

„Yes, it is good to have a selection. You are okay, yes?“

„I’m alright,“ you say, acting very busy with the book. „I’ll help you.“

You start reading the old latin words in earnest now, scanning them for some more fitting aphorisms. Most of them are overused, some are far too cheesy. It is surprising how humanity has always felt similar about love, about heartache, about desire.

„What about this one?“ you say. „Adeo ne hominem immutare ex amor, ut non cognoscas eundem esse.“

Copia’s eyes are wide when you look at him, the meaning of the words leaving his tongue in a whisper. „Is it possible that a man can be so changed by love, that you could not recognize him to be the same?“

Humming contently, you meander through a crowd of bubbly initiates towards the wing that houses the higher-ranking clergy members, a stack of papers pressed tightly to your chest. The abbey is so much more crowded now than it used to be, but here, everything is eerily quiet. Despite your status as Sister you’ve been here so many times, you could find your way blindfolded.

Opening the heavy wooden door to Copia’s chambers, you’re met with the sight of a ghoul carrying a bunch of clothes bags. As he steps away, the Papa sees you and his eyes light up. „Oh, amore, you’re right on time!“

„What are you doing?“ you ask, placing the papers you need signed on his coffee table.

„Outfit check!“ he exclaims happily. „Trying on my new stage outfit or… at least one of many.“

„Oh.“

The ghoul leaves, closing the door without the sound fully registering in your mind. You stand there, staring at your Papa like he’s the Unholy Master himself.

He’s wearing black, rat-eaten jeans that are so skinny they basically leave nothing to the imagination. The intricate rips and details on his thighs draw your eyes up his legs and you notice the jeans are not fastened with a simple zipper but with lacings. You’re vaguely aware that your eyes linger on his crotch longer than is appropriate but you can’t help it. Even so, there is just so much to take in. His boots are soft Italian leather, matching his gloves. With a black frilly shirt and an elaborately embellished leather jerkin on top, he doesn’t just look like your Papa but an infernal apparition, ready to conquer the world and spread Lucifer’s gospel.

„What do you say, eh? It is good?“ He looks at you with big puppy eyes that stand in stark contrast to the skull-like Papal paint, awaiting your judgement. Only that you haven’t found your voice back yet. „… Amore? Are you okay?“

You snap out of your trance and nod. „Yes. Yes, very good. You look…“ Breathtaking? Like sin itself? „Uhm, the outfit, it looks… looks great. Really. Unholy in the best kind of way. Like you’re a Dark Gothic Lord.“

He preens, eyeing himself in the mirror in front of him with a smirk. „Yes, I think so too.“

What are you supposed to do now? Are you losing your mind?

„I like the big shirt sleeves underneath. And the… the copper ornaments on the jerkin. Very regal. The perfect outfit for a Papa,“ you ramble on. „They will lose their minds over it when you’re on stage, you’re so very handsome.“

„Oh, you’re just flattering me! Saying what I want to hear!“ He waves you off as he laughs, a high, unrestrained chuckle. „Now, what do you really say? You, not the others.“

You have no idea if he’s seeing through your confusion, you don’t even know what’s happening yourself. Something feels off, your whole body is acting up.

„I think you look incredible,“ you say truthfully. „It’s the best outfit yet. I don’t think I’ve ever found you so… magnetic.“

His smirk widens. „Magnetic, eh?“

This shift in expression does something very unusual to you. It almost feels… flirty.

You swallow the lump in your throat and smack his shoulder. „Don’t let it go to your head, Papa.“

„Oh, I absolutely will. You never say things like that, it is special. I will have to write it in my diary tonight.“

Your cheeks suddenly feel suspiciously hot. „What’s my opinion worth anyway? I’m just a Sister.“

„You’re not just a Sister,“ he says, frowning. „You are my confidante, you know me like no one else, and you have good taste, too.“

„I don’t think it matters in the great scheme,“ you argue, looking away in embarrassment. „What matters is that you’re going to win so many people for our cause wearing this.“

Papa scoffs. „It matters to me. You’re my friend.“

You ease up, realising there is no need to be defensive about your admission. So what if he knows that you think he looks extremely attractive in his new attire? It’s not a secret. Everyone will tell him the same.

„Well, I think you made a superb choice,“ you eventually say. „I like it. No, I love it.“

His smiles becomes sweet, a little flustered. „Thank you, thank you. Now give me a hug so I know you mean it.“

His arms open widely in the same theatrical gesture as always. And it’s charming, really, it would be charming now if you didn’t suddenly have the hots for him. Nevertheless, you hug him back because any hesitation would make him sad.

When his arms close around you, you notice a nervous feeling in your belly. A feeling that is suspiciously close to the feeling you last had when you were freshly in love. And not just that but the insides of your thighs come to life as your core starts throbbing for attention, your skin tingling underneath the fabric of your clothes.

Fuck, do you have a crush on him?

No, that is impossible. He’s your best friend. He’s been your best friend for so long now.

Sure, from time to time you do think about him before you sleep and when he touches you, there are undeniable sparks. And yes, maybe you felt a tinge of jealousy after his hookup with the other Sister. And yeah, you do miss him when he’s touring and you can only see him on screens. You did cry when he became Papa, the pride and love you feel for him overwhelming you at the sight of him in his chasuble, mitre and the full make-up. But it has always been a friendly sort of love, hasn’t it?

Now, in his arms, you feel like it hasn’t been.

Your heart beats so fast you’re scared he can feel it knocking on his chest, asking for entrance. Thinking back, it has always beaten faster when you touched him, when he hugged you, when he called you amore in this sticky sweet tone that always lingers in your ears.

„You know, I think your hugs are always my favourites,“ he mumbles, his voice low in your ear. „I could do this for hours.“

You fight a nervous chuckle as he pulls you even closer. He can’t know, can he?

„Me too, you… you feel really good,“ you say instead, trying to ignore what the scent of his cologne does to your insides. Or how his hands moving over your back make you weak in the knees. It’s a lot of body contact, these hugs, the closest you ever really get. Only that all of a sudden it’s not enough anymore.

You realise you were oblivious to your own attraction. The familiarity of your friendship seems to have overshadowed the underlying feelings and now they are trying to break free. Suddenly you feel like you want to rip the damn outfit off. Only he’s not letting go, keeping you closer than ever, and you surely won’t be the first to break away.

„Co– eh, I mean Papa,“ you try. Your nerves are blank.

„You can call me Copia when we’re alone, I told you before,“ he says. „It slips out all the time anyway.“

„I know, but I want to keep minimum respectability.“

He scoffs, one hand moving further up and into your hair. „I know you don’t have any of that, it’s okay. You’re the only one who is completely honest with me.“

Are you? You’re beginning to think you haven’t even been honest with yourself. You remember the burning need you felt a few nights ago, how you were taking care of yourself under the shower and suddenly, without warning, it wasn’t your hand between your legs but his. In the heat of the moment, you didn’t correct your thoughts and imagined him standing behind you, your back pressed to his chest, his hands all over your body. You came in record time, his name clumsily tumbling from your lips that are yet unused to moaning it.

You swallow hard. „What if… what if I’m not?“

Copia lets you go and you regret ever saying anything. His eyes are narrowed and he looks positively terrifying with his make-up. „You hate the outfit?“ he asks. „It’s okay, just say it.“

„No!“ You lift your hands in a gesture of innocence. „No, that’s not what I mean.“

Copia sighs in relief. „Alright, what then? You know you can tell me whatever it is, yes?“

„Not this.“ You shake your head vehemently. „No, it would… make things bad. I’m sorry. Actually, I should probably go.“

You try to walk past him but he grabs your wrist and the touch alone sends sparks through your whole body. You whimper and when you turn back to him he looks genuinely concerned.

His hand moves into yours, so familiar and yet all new. „Amore, why do you not trust me? Have we not been the best of friends forever now?“

You stare at your joined hands, admiring how soft the leather of his gloves feels as his thumb moves over your skin. You concede, the effort of running pointless when you see him later for a meeting anyway. There is no escaping this now. The feelings are there, they won’t go away.

„You are my best friend,“ you say. „Which is exactly why I cannot tell you, Copia.“

„Okay, then I will guess,“ he says, letting go of your hand to raise three fingers. „I know you so well, I get it right in three tries.“

He does know you well, he is not as awkward around you as he is with others, pays closer attention to you. But he cannot possible think of that when not even you yourself knew it until five minutes ago.

Only three tries.

You find yourself nodding.

„Yes?“

„Yes. But if you don’t get it right then I won’t have to say it. Ever.“

He shrugs, feigning confidence. „Chiaro.“

„Then shoot.“

For a long moment he stares at you, eyes narrow, like he could read your mind if he only tried hard enough. It sure enough feels like he does, his white eye especially piercing. „You have a secret. I say it is… oh. No, you are not… you don’t have a secret illness, do you?“

„No,“ you say. „No, I would tell you if I had.“

„Phew.“ He licks his lips, then starts stroking his chin. „What can it be? You are not sick, you don’t hate my outfit… You… you plan a surprise for someone! You can’t tell me because you know I would give it away. I admit it hurts me, but you are right, I am bad at secrets.“

Again, you shake your head. „No, no surprises.“

That seems to confuse him but he’s still eager to guess. Meanwhile your palms are so sweaty you have to wipe them clean on your habit. The room feels stuffy all of a sudden, hot and suffocating.

„Hmmm. What could it be?“ Copia singsongs, completely unaware, tapping a finger against his temple as he paces. For a moment, you assume he can’t come up with anything else, that you’re finally off the hook, but then his whole face lights up and he swivels around. „You are in love!“

Any attempt to remain indifferent flies out the window. The shock sits so deep you cannot control your distorted expression.

„Oh, it is that!“ he says, reading your reaction perfectly, but he’s not as happy as he should be. Instead he huffs out a breath. „So, you… you are in love?“

„I… um… I guess…“

„You said you would tell me if there was someone!“

„I know… ugh, it’s… it’s kind of unexpected… I…“

„But who? Chi potrebbe essere?“ he interrupts before you can embarrass yourself. „There has not been anyone new here lately. It cannot be Terzo, you always complain about him. One of my ghouls? No, no, I have not seen you look at them in that way. Could it be a new Sibling?“

„Copia…“ You take his hand, stopping him. „Don’t make me say it.“

„Why not? I can help y–“ He suddenly stops when he sees your pained expression. „I… Is it… No, it cannot be…“ His gaze is penetrating, his hand squeezing around yours, and you cannot tell if it is pity in his eyes or something else. „Amore…“

„Forget about it,“ you say, embarrassment flooding through you. „Doesn’t matter. I knew it would be a long shot. That’s why I didn’t want to tell you. Don’t worry, I’ll be fine. Just… just promise not to stop being friends with me.“

„Amore, why would I stop being friends with you?“

You’re very close to crying. „I don’t know, because it’ll be weird for you.“

„Why would it be weird? Sure, the ghouls will tease me relentlessly. But there is no rule against it. If anything, it is encouraged to follow your desires. No one will say anything and if they do, I don’t care. I am Papa, I can do what I want.“

You furrow your brow, a tear rolling down your cheek. „I don’t…“

„Why are you crying?“ he asks, rushing to grab your face and wipe the tears away. „It is good, yes? Now it is out. We don’t have to pretend anymore.“

„Pretend?“

„You know how hard it was to hide that I’ve been in love with you for so long?“ He furrows his brow as your jaw drops. „Actually, maybe I should have started with that.“

You smack him again. „Yes, you should have!“

„I’m sorry, I just… I thought I was so obvious. Everyone knew,“ he says. „I thought you just do not feel like that.“

„What do you mean, everyone knew?“

„I…“ He stops. „Well, I have… I told you I am bad at secrets. The ghouls ask me almost every day if we’re finally together. And I was not subtle about it, I wrote a whole sermon about how much it hurts to be in love with you.“

Your eyes widen in realisation. „Love is… love is sweet and bitter.“

„Yes,“ he deadpans. „Did you think I just made that up?“

„How did I not know?“ You grab the front of his jerkin. „How could I be so blind?“

He seems startled by the sudden proximity, gulping visibly. „Cara…“ he trails off, eyes shooting to your mouth. „I don’t… I don’t know.“

It is clear as day that he wants you. That he wanted you all this time. And this is not the first time he looked at you like that. You feel like an idiot.

But at least you can make up for it now.

„We have an hour before the meeting with Sister Imperator,“ you say, moving your hands up to his neck to play with his collar. „I love the outfit, but I really want to see how fast we can take it off.“

Copia’s mouth opens and closes again, no words coming out. You cradle his cheek and he leans into the touch, whimpering softly.

„I need you to tell me what you want,“ you whisper. „If you don’t want this–“

He snaps out of his trance. „I do. Lucifer, I want you so bad. I just… I wasn’t prepared for… I don’t really…“

„Shhh.“ You tilt his chin up so he’s forced to look into your eyes. „It’s okay, we only do what we’re feeling like. But I really really want to touch you.“

Copia nods eagerly and you slowly open the knot on his neck. When your thumb moves to his windpipe, you feel him swallow. He’s visibly nervous, anticipating your every move. It’s tempting to take your time, but you’re on a tight schedule.

„You can touch me, too, you know?“

He chuckles nervously. „Oh, amore… where do I even start?“

Smiling you take his hand and bring it to your cheek. His other hand naturally finds your waist, pulling you closer. His eyes are still on your mouth and he licks his lips like they’re dry.

„Can I kiss you?“ he finally asks.

Your voice comes out in a sultry whisper. „Yes, please.“

Copia leans in and you close your eyes. His lips hover over yours for a second, your noses touching but nothing else. You already feel your insides fluttering in anticipation but it’s nothing compared to the feeling when his lips finally touch yours. He’s tentative, gentle, but slowly gains confidence. You quickly find a rhythm that makes you melt into him, body resting against his. Copia’s hand moves into your hair, pulling your head back lightly to change the angle. He’s more in charge now, moving his lips over yours like he’s never done anything else in his life. You’re a puddle, letting out a moan that comes from somewhere deep within.

Copia falters at the sound, starts grinning into the kiss before he breaks away. „Ah, shit. I need… need a moment.“ He takes a deep breath that he lets out in a laugh, more of a high-pitched giggle really. „It is so hard to believe this is real and not one of my dreams. Tell me I am not dreaming, amore.“

The corners of your mouth move to mirror his expression. „No, it’s very much real.“

He huffs out another deep breath, like he’s preparing to do a sprint, then grabs your cheeks and starts pressing kisses all over your face. He’s nuzzling your nose, fingers pressing into your cheeks to make you pout, then he continues to kiss every piece of skin he can reach. „It’s real,“ he says in between. „You’re real. You like me back. Shit shit shit.“

You laugh and he continues, making you squirm and writhe in his arms whenever he reaches an especially tender spot, coaxing all kinds of squeals and giggles out of you.

„Oh those sounds. Those fucking sounds.“ He kisses you on your lips once more, lingers before pulling away. „I love you, amore. You make me so happy.“

„I love you, too,“ you say, completely out of breath, your kiss-swollen lips burning. „So much.“

Copia grins again and you think your heart must have doubled in size. When he kisses you again, it’s booming in your chest like it’s attached to a bass speaker. His hands move down to your hips very slowly, tracing every curve before he pulls them flush against his. Feeling his semi-hard cock pressing against you, you decide it’s time for more. The next time he pulls away you trap his plump bottom lip between your teeth, then suck it into your mouth.

He moans into you, using the opportunity to deepen the kiss. He’s very careful, his tongue licking at your bottom lip before he carefully rubs it against yours. You realise he tastes vaguely sweet and you tickle his tongue back, smiling into the kiss.

You only break away when you feel your lungs burning, a thin thread of spit connecting your mouths. Copia is just as breathless but his hands dig into your butt with surprising force, keeping your hips pressed to his so you don’t pull away any further. Maybe he feels a similar throbbing, the need for friction so deep it’s just not enough.

„I really do love the outfit,“ you say, running your hand over the leather jerkin as you slowly recover. „So… mesmerising. Does it make you feel confident?“

„Yes. Yes. But…“ He takes a shuddering breath, whimpers. „Amore, the pants are really tight.“

You smirk, bite down a chuckle. „Hm, poor baby, think we need to give you some more room, huh?“

Again, he whimpers in reply. His cock is straining against the unforgiving denim, trapped behind the lacings. It’s endearing how worked up he is from making out, but you hate to see him suffer. So you let your fingers dance down his torso all the way to the bulge in his pants. When you touch it, he groans like a wounded animal.

„Ahhh.“ The sound turns into a high-pitched whimper. „Amore, please. It hurts.“

You want to help him, really, but the lacings are a menace. You fiddle with them until they finally loosen. Copia lets out a sigh of relief that quickly turns into a growl when you pull his cock out of his pants

„Better?“ you ask, giving him a gentle stroke.

His hands dig into your behind. „Mhm.“

„What do you want to do?“ you ask. „Do you want me to help you?“

„No, I think I want…“ He takes a deep breath. „I need to see you, amore. Please, can we take this off?“

You nod and he fiddles with your habit. It’s optional, apart from certain occasions. Most of the time, you’re not wearing the head piece and only pull the black robe over your head quickly before heading out. So it’s easy enough to just rip it off, though you have to do it because he’s clearly too distracted by your hand on his dick to make you let go.

Once it’s off, he’s distracted by something else though.

„You’re so beautiful, amore,“ he whispers, hands busy exploring the curves of your body. „I thought you would be but… merda.“

„Hey, this was supposed to be about undressing you,“ you say.

„Right,“ he says. „Sorry, got carried away.“

He still is because he’s no help at all when you try to open the jerkin. You eventually manage on your own, carefully lifting it off his shoulders while Copia is still occupied with admiring your lacy bra. You know you need to be careful with his outfit and it’s testing your restraint.

„Please, I need cooperation,“ you mumble.

„Yes, yes.“ He helps you, finally, placing the jerkin and his shirt over a nearby chair, the jeans following suit.

„The gloves…“

„I need to to take them off this time, amore. It’s not the same if I don’t feel you.“

You relent and it doesn’t really matter because you’re much more focused on his now almost naked body, the tip of his erection peeking out of his black briefs. It’s a sight to behold, your Papa with his slender figure, the little pouch on his belly, soft lovehandles and strong thighs from performing.

„Is it okay?“ he asks, like he’s not the most beautiful man you have ever laid eyes on.

„You’re…“ You struggle to find the right word. „Copia, you’re all I could ever want.“

He smiles with more confidence now, hands reaching out to you until they finally close around your waist again. You’re still in your underwear so when his now bare fingers touch your skin it sends shivers all over your body. He was right, it’s better without the gloves – at least this time.

„What do you want to do now?“ You run your hands over his chest, unsure where to touch first. He’s soft and warm, dark grey hairs running down his chest, stopping at his navel, then continuing on in the most beautiful happy trail you’ve ever seen.

„I want you on my bed, right now,“ he says. „And then we’ll see what we feel like. But before that I think this needs to go, amore. I want to see all of you.“

He tries to open your bra but it won’t work immediately. You attempt to help him but he swats your hands away with a frown, tutting softly.

„I can do it,“ he insists and he does, after two more failed attempts. You indulge him, it’s fiddly and he’s still trembling in anticipation when he carefully slides the straps off your shoulders. The bra tumbles to the floor and you feel a gush of cool air against your already hard nipples.

„Can I…“

„Copia you can touch me wherever you want,“ you assure him, taking his hands to place them on your breasts. He palms them gently and you fight a chuckle. „However hard you want, too.“

He smiles. „It still feels forbidden for me. I used to chide myself for even thinking about doing this.“

It’s hard not to fall in love with him even more. He must have been imagining this even more times than you did and the thought makes your heart jump. He loses some of his shyness and starts properly groping you, leaning back in to reach your lips. You move your hand back down to stroke him, feeling him so hard and ready for you. He moans into the kiss, breaking away immediately.

„Hm, no,“ he says, taking your hand away. „No, you can’t do that.“

„Why?“

„It’s too good. I won’t last.“

„So what?“

Copia chuckles. „So what? Come on, move your pretty ass to the bed. I have plans.“

You do as he says, even though it feels almost wrong to mess up the tidy black bedding – bedding that you picked when he got a new bed that also you picked. It makes you smile now, thinking about how he practically made you choose his furniture to make sure you’d feel comfortable here.

When you settle into his sheets, Copia stops and takes you in. „You know, I often imagined you like this. And it’s so much better than in my head.“

You smile and he slowly crawls over you, carefully letting his body weight rest on top of you. If you thought your usual hugs were good, this is even better. He’s a little sticky with drying sweat, his skin clinging to yours, and it feels amazing. His mouth captures yours in a short kiss but he’s quickly diverting his attention to your jaw, sucking and nibbling on your skin before he moves down to your neck.

„Let me mark you, amore, please,“ he whispers.

You bury your hand in his hair and give him an encouraging hum. His lips close around the skin just below your ear and he sucks violently. For a second you think you could come just from this, the shocks of pleasure so heavy they make your hips buck. Copia remains undisturbed, licking over the abused skin after a while. He lifts his head and gives a satisfied grunt.

„More,“ you say and his lust-filled eyes meet yours. „All over me.“

Eventually he nods and goes to work. You’ve lost track of time but you imagine there’s still room for this and even if there isn’t, you’re way beyond caring now.

Copia repeats his process a few times all over your body, starting with your clavicle, then the top of your cleavage, taking even more time to suck your nipples into his mouth and leave bruises all over your breasts. You fight the urge to squirm but it’s impossible, especially once he reaches your abdomen and his lips tickle the sensitive skin just above the hem of your panties.

„Off with those,“ he mumbles and this time he doesn’t struggle, removes them in one swift motion and pushes your legs apart despite your protests. „What, now you’re getting shy?“

You are. It’s one thing having him see your breasts but it’s a whole different thing to have him there. Your brain is still processing how this is happening when he continues kissing your skin, focusing on the soft insides of your thighs now.

He chuckles at some point but before you can ask what’s funny he sucks so violently that your hips jerk upward. That only makes him chuckle harder before he blows onto the bruise, pressing one last gentle kiss to it.

„You get impatient, I like that,“ he says. „You’re always so composed, so calm. Who knew all I had to do was put on some nice clothes and you’d be weak for me?“

„I wish I had known, too, I would have come prepared.“

„How so?“ He kisses your other thigh, getting comfortable between your legs.

„Would’ve worn nicer panties.“

Copia laughs. „No, you would have ruined them. Did you not see how wet they were?“

You didn’t but you felt it. Him saying it makes your cheeks heat up nonetheless and you cover your face with your arm. „Stop.“

„Why?“

„You’re not supposed to be so perfect,“ you whine. „You’re supposed to be awkward and shy.“

Copia chuckles. „I was but then you turned into a puddle just because I sucked on your neck. Gives me great confidence. And besides… it’s you.“

„Me?“

„No one makes me so comfortable,“ he says, resting his cheek against your thigh. „You make it easy to love you.“

Before you can comment on it, his hand closes around your thigh and throws it over his shoulder. His breath tickles your clit as he presses a kiss just above it. „Let me taste you, amore.“

„You won’t let me pleasure you but now I should let you?“

„Yes, I just… I don’t want to rush it. I’ve been dreaming about this so, so many times. I want…“ He pauses. „I want to make sure it’s good for you. I don’t care about me.“

„But I do.“

„I know, cara mia. But after this, I want you to come back here, every night, and I need to make sure you do.“

Like he thinks you won’t love him anymore if he comes too early? You try to make sense of it but he’s kissing your mound again which makes thinking very hard.

„Please,“ he says softly, kissing again and again. „I need to.“

It’s not much of a choice. Of course you let him. „But don’t ruin your make-up.“

„Amore, your face has black mouth prints all over it. I’m not the only one who needs to clean up later.“

You open your mouth and he grins up at you, all while your heart swells in your chest. Then his mouth moves downward to finally kiss the spot you really need him at. You can’t help the small jerk of your hips. He ignores it, instead he parts your labia with his tongue and gives you a broad lick. It has your eyes rolling back, fingers digging into the sheets.

„So good,“ he mumbles, accompanied by a low hum. „Perfetto.“

You can’t stay sane like this, it’s too much. He does it a few more times but all you can do is bury your hand in his hair and hold on for dear life. His tongue dips into your entrance but he quickly replaces it with his thumb so he can go back to your clit. You’re getting close very fast but you really don’t want it to happen like this. You want him closer, you don’t want to come alone and you certainly don’t want him to come from humping the mattress.

„Copia, love, please,“ you whine.

He looks up. „Hm?“

„I need you inside of me.“

You can see the reluctance in his eyes but the will to please you is bigger and so he stops and crawls back up to you. He’s a total mess and you definitely have to fix his make-up before leaving, but you don’t have it in you to worry now.

„Please,“ you say again. „I want you to come with me.“

There’s liquid desire in his eyes, swirling when he takes in your words. „Can I just…“

„Yea,“ you say. „Don’t worry about it. Unless you and that sister…“

„No,“ he interrupts. „Sathanas, no.“

„Okay.“

„Are you sure?“

„Yes.“

He shuffles off his briefs and runs his tip through your folds to get it nice and slick. And it is so slick that he easily starts sliding into you. Copia stops immediately, eyes meeting yours as he slowly pushes in deeper, making sure you’re okay. The stretch is incredible, slow and steady.

And then he bottoms out.

„Oh, amore,“ he whispers just as you whisper his name. The groan that follows gives you goosebumps. He has you clinging to his biceps, nails digging into his pale skin, and he hasn’t even moved yet. You’re flooded with emotions. Love, desire, pleasure. It’s enough to take your breath away.

„Are you well?“ he asks, his hand finding your cheek.

You can only nod, rolling your hips into him to indicate that you’re ready. Copia starts moving ever so slowly, gentle thrusts that hit you just right. He finds a rhythm that suits you both, your combined moans and whimpers filling your ears, increasing ever so slowly.

You don’t know where to hold onto once he gets really fast, hand searching for his. „Love.“

He sees you, moving the hand from your cheek to grab yours, pushing it into the mattress right next to your head.

„I won’t last,“ he grunts, followed by a string of Italian curses. „T-tell me if you’re close, amore.“

„Just a little more.“

That’s enough for him to grab your hips and change the angle. It’s awkward with one hand but he doesn’t have to hold you for long. Hitting you just right every time, your walls clench impossible tight around him and you come with your back arching all on its own, a barely suppressed scream leaving your lips. Copia sets you back down and rides it out, messy, unrhythmic thrusts, before he completely falters and comes with a growl. The pleasure in your veins numbs everything else but you feel his cock throbbing inside of you, nonetheless, even as he collapses. Your legs are still shaking as they wrap around him, keeping him close.

„Oh, fuck,“ you whisper, clinging to the last bits of consciousness. You feel all tingly inside, almost like fainting.

Copia hums in agreement, shifting onto his side without slipping out. You wrap your arms around him, pressing a suffocating kiss to his lips. He keeps you pressed to his body, chest to chest, even as he softens inside of you.

„I don’t know why you were worried I wouldn’t come into this bed again,“ you joke.

A laugh rumbles in his chest and he presses a tired kiss to your forehead. You give yourself ten more minutes before you make sure you both get clean and to the meeting. Right now, you settle into the blissful feeling in your body, into the comfort of his arms.

„I should get new outfits more often if they lead to this,“ he says. „And you’ve only seen the first one.“

You can imagine the devilish grin on his face, even with your eyes closed. „Perhaps you’d like to model the other ones for me later?“

He kisses your shoulder, lips lingering on your skin. „I would like that very much.“

If you read this far I applaud you, I know it's really long. Thanks for sticking around and feel free to chat with me at any time. I would love to know which parts of the fic spoke to you in particular ♥️

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dayurno · 5 months

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obsessed deeply with aaron minyard in the way of like oh here’s this angry weirdo nerd guy also was on trial for murder also Short also annoying and loserish and here’s his girlfriend most beautiful woman in the world ray of sunshine supermodel cheerleader ohhh and there’s loser boy trailing behind her holding her bags

I LOVE LOVE LOVE AARON I REALLY MEAN IT WHEN I SAY IT......... aaron he's my friend he's my cousin he's my sister he's my niece i'll never leave her..... no but for real. i love that the life aaron wants is small and normal and easy, i love that he has conflicted feelings about tilda, i love that he wants his own life and does everything he can to keep it, i love that katelyn is marked as "aaron's queen" in her character sheet, i love aaron's relationship with andrew and all their issues, i love thinking about him living his life during the events of canon and not giving a fuck about whatever the mafia is up to........ i'm fond ofhim. i'm unbearably fond of him. i dont want to fix aaron because he doesnt need fixing and i think he was right to feel however he felt at any point in the book

also you have to admit the aaron and neil beef is funny. entirely gratuitous as far as anyone's aware. absolutely no reason to be so venomous towards each other. neil was too nosy one too many times and aaron decided he hates this son of a bitch. they're both projecting on each other and its ok

aaron oh aaron... my beautiful straight boy skatercore convicted murderer.... soft and lovely for his girlfriend only....... the worst man of all time. and yet

#AARON MINYARD IS. MY FRIEND #she's like a sister to me #asks #aaron #kateaaron

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stripperblvd · 2 years

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Eddie munson x reader

Let’s give him a happy ending. He survived the upside down because fuck those bats, hopper comes back and clears Eddie’s name.

So he’s sitting his finals (or whatever it is to graduate in the USA), and his thoughts are how this seems harder than the upside down.

BUT HE GRADUATES - The reader sitting in the audience with Dustin and who ever else just screaming and cheering when he gets his diploma. (Now just picturing him with that graduation hat on - would it fit over his hair?!?)

Warnings: ST4 VOL 2 SPOILERS: slight gore bc of those damned bats, some angst but all happy endings. Word Count: 3.8k

Note: This boy is the absolute purpose of my existence. I didn’t think metalheads could get any cuter and then bam, Eddie Munson.

A painful yell leaves your lips as you watch the love of your life fall on his back, those pesky rabid bats circling above him before one plunges at his side, tearing his soft milky flesh, coating it in a stream of blood. You ignore Dustin’s warnings, blood pumping with rage as you instruct him to stay, get another rope for your return and charge straight into the place where your boyfriend is currently being attacked. Your eyes are running with tears, throat sore with all the screaming you’ve been doing. The boy that you had seen playing guitar, in honor of the fallen, innocent cheerleader you both had met prior to her death, was now laying in a growing pool of his own blood, wrenching your heart as you heard how desperately he needed you.

“Y/N!” your name falling from his lips, a scared look engulfing his once beautiful face. All you could see was that same frightened young man, who looked to you for help, for protection, for love, warmth and care. Your hand reaching for the vodka bottle you had forced Nancy to let you keep, thanking your instincts for preparing for the worst. The venom in your body spurting even more as you reach for your lighter, allowing the orange flame to grow into a much larger one by engulfing the cloth at the bottle’s neck. However your plan isn't to throw the now lit bottle, choosing instead to set it back down for a second, grabbing a second cylinder from your bag, your enormous pepper spray can. “GET READY MOTHERFUCKERS” you seethe, once more lighting the small lighter and spraying your canister directly behind it.

You can barely see your bleeding partner, two large gashes on his stomach and scratches all over. The flame created by the two items in your hand burning your eyes and nostrils, the putrid smell of burnt pepper spray and liquor surrounding you. But it works, the bats flying so fast that way over half of them are burning in mid air, screeching and batting away trying to relieve their crisp skin. Many are now flinging themselves at the ground. Twisting and writhing in horror at what you’ve just done to them. “NO!” your ears catch the weak warning of your boyfriend as you watch the remaining bats now swarming towards you, their noises so shrill that your ears are damn near bleeding. “Not today bitches.” you spit at them, grabbing the now burning bottle and ignoring the way your hand twitches at the pain from the heat.

Your eyes are set, waiting for the bats to get close enough for your last move. Your heart cries with Eddie as he tells you to run, to save yourself. Trying his hardest to get the attention from the bats back on him. But you wait, ready to bait. The group of bats has to be under 50, your shot has to be perfect if you want it to work. “Come get it you bastards! COME ON” you’ve never been known to seek violence out so much. But your heart was fueled by revenge, the need to protect Eddie, a hatred was deep inside you, and it went against all harm towards him. You ears are deaf, your gaze focused, and as you grab the bat from your side, you throw the bottle up in the air, crushing it to bits as you swing the wooden object in your hand, the weigh almost featherlight as it blasts right through the liquor, sending the rest of the bats into a frenzy to avoid getting burned and failing miserably.

You finally let the breath of subconscious concentration out, not noticing how long you had been holding it for. Instead you race towards Eddie, his long body weak and heavy on the cold ground, his shirt covered in blood and his mouth dripping some as well. It hurts to see him like this, thinking back to just last week, when you were back in his trailer, in the comfort of his bed, his unruly black curls were spread out on your chest, tickling your neck as he lay on you, humming softly, those big round brown eyes drifting in and out of consciousness. You remember the words exchanged between the two of you as you fell to your knees, cradling his trembling body on your lap.

“You can’t leave Y/n” he whispered softly, eliciting a little grin from you. “It’s almost 2 in the morning baby boy, I wouldn't even if I wanted to.” you sigh, looking down to the precious scene before you. You watch his curls bounce slightly as he shakes his head. “I mean it, never ever, you can’t leave me because I don’t know what to do without you. I’m less than nobody if you’re not here.” that beautiful soft tired voice sounds out. You frown, knowing this was one of those nights where Eddie needed more love, his insecurities sometimes getting the best of him even if he was right here as he was, practically clinging on to you like a lost child.

“I’m never leaving you baby.”

“I’m not leaving you, I'm not, breathe baby breathe, I’m right here.” You tilt his head slightly, making sure he’s not choking on any blood that could bubble up from his throat. You can tell his body is shutting down, going into shock from the loss of blood, the heat draining slowly from his body as his skin goes paler than usual, looking almost blue. He’s crying, wishing you’d leave, wanting to tell you that he’s not worth it, to save yourself because he knows his time is over. “Please..” his voice is weak, heart breaking as he watches your own eyes flooding with salty tears. You can barely see into his trailer, but you can see the door wide open, a new makeshift rope is hanging from the ripped opening that hangs from the trailer's roof top and a limping Dustin trying his best to carry a ladder into the small home. Your peripherals catch a glimpse of three running figures, heart blazing. You still have time, you can make it.

“No, now you listen to me Edward Munson, you’re going to stop this behavior right now. Listen to me! Keep your eyes open baby, we can still make it, you understand me? I’m gonna get you help my love,you're going to be okay. I promise but you need to help me so I can help you sweetheart. All I need you to do is just-” your voice was drowned out, Eddie only nodding before going unconscious, the pain becoming too much for him to bear.

You sit softly right beside the gray colored bed. Groaning softly as your back slowly becomes sore at the new movement. You open the can of Vaseline that’s in your hands, dipping your finger into the oily substance and gathering a small pebble of it. You close the can again, careful to not let it make too much noise as you set it back down on the small stand right next to the bed. You reach towards the covers, gently grabbing Eddie’s hand and guiding it so that it’s closer to you. You begin to rub the substance on his wrists, gently massaging the skin that had been scratched by the metal handcuffs that Hawkins PD had placed on him even before he got a chance to be looked after. Whenever you’re not receiving treatment for the amount of fumes in your body, to which you credit to “a bunch of cans lighting on fire by accident.”, you’re here with Eddie, making sure he's being taken care of.

The only difference today, even a week after everything that happened was that you finally got to see those adorable brown eyes open. You let out a broken sigh, making sure to cup his face so he knows where to focus. “Hi baby.” you sob, letting your emotions take over you. Overwhelmed with the assurance that Eddie was safe. Alive. He was here and he was okay.

“Y/N” his voice is raspy, drawing a small broken laugh from you as your mind races back to all those mornings that he woke up with you, that same voice greeting you every time. “What happened?” he asks, intently watching you lift yourself from the chair, sitting at the edge of the bed to have better access to his face. He was met with many small kisses, your lips pressing all over his face and hair, letting him bask in your adoration before you filled him in. He mustered the strength to lift his arms, lazily laying them on your back and thigh as you lips met, a soft but passionate kiss reciprocated from both of you.

“ You passed out, Nancy said your wounds weren’t very deep but the blood loss was making you weak. Harrington and his friend, that Robin girl, carried you into the trailer. We got you strapped to a backpack and clipped that to another rope on this side to pull you from where you were. We drove you here from the trailer and those dumbass officers tried to put you under arrest. But Hopper helped you out,” you explain, stroking his cheek and forehead with your thumbs lovingly. You spoke softly, letting him process everything. He nodded, frowning a little as he spoke up. “Who’s Hopper?” a small look of confusion set in his face as he tilted his head, your heart exploding with how cute he looked. You smile at his antics, “Do you remember that magic girl? Her dad, the old grumpy sheriff of the town, remember? He supposedly died when the mall thing went down. But, with a little evidence from the Sinclairs and Nancy, they found out Jason cheated on our little Chrissy, so they just went public with a story.” You paused, again letting him take it all in, especially the part about Chrissy’s shitty boyfriend, knowing exactly how he was feeling. Because it was the same anger that had overtaken you when you found out.

“So what's the story now?” Eddie frowned, surprisingly enough keeping up with everything he was being told. “Well, supposedly Jason was paranoid that Chrissy found out, thinking she cheated with you. He hunted us three down, then when he found out Nancy’s friend was the one who took the picture he went after him too. They’re pinning his friend’s death on him as well, along with kidnapping and attempted murder for Red, assualt for the Sinclairs, and his other jock strap is getting like 18 months for assault of a minor for Erica. ” You laughed, thinking how believable the whole story was, knowing it would probably still be twisted to make Jason look like a lost soul. But before Eddie could once again respond to you, a small man, wearing a gray suit and carrying a thin folder of papers walked in.

“I’m sorry to interrupt Mister Munson, but I come from the Hawkins board of education, if you could spare a minute?” His voice was soft but stern, looking intently at Eddie who in turn looked like a deer in headlights. “Y-Yeah su-sure” he stuttered , trying to sit up and being met with your frown and a shake from the man before him. “That won’t be needed, I’m simply here to let you know that, in light of the current events, the Hawkins High committee has agreed to, if you’d like, and are able to, schedule you for a year concentration final. If you’re able to pass the test on these subjects,” he pauses to hand you the folder, one that you now know contains the key points to graduate for every class. “ You will be awarded your high school diploma, with a B average transcript and of course, walk the stage in a few weeks to graduate with the class of 86’. You couldn’t believe your eyes. Hawkins would never make up all the cruelties they subjected Eddie through, but this sure was one hell of a way to start. You thought of all the possibilities, an idiotic smile plastered on your face as you look back at your boyfriend, who’s mouth is wide agape.

“Y-Yes! That’d be awesome.” he sputters, not knowing what else to say, mentally slapping himself for sounding so…him. The man grins, clapping his hands together, “Very well, I’ll let the school know, please be advised that the test is going to take place on the morning of wednesday June 11th at 11 am sharp, it’s recommended to arrive 15 minutes earlier to prepare for the test itself. Have a good one, the board wishes you a very speedy recovery.” the man walks out, leaving both of you speechless as you squeal, and wrap your arms around your boyfriend's head. You can feel his smile, his face pressed awkwardly against your boobs but you’re too excited to care. You finally pull away, almost crying at the gorgeous smile he wears. “I’ll help you study, yeah? Everything is going to be okay, love, I promise.”

Study you did, and as the morning of the 11th started to lift, the quiet rumble of Eddie’s van appeared in the Hawkins High parking lot, students and staff alike watching as you step quickly out of the car and circle the other way. Your arms open the back passengers door as you reach for the pair of long crutches and pull them out. You spot a familiar figure, the short cap clad boy running towards you. “Need a hand?” Dustin smile’s, his face lighting up at the sight of you. You smile back at him, nodding, “Yeah just hold these for me while I help Eddie out.” you chime, handing the abnormally long crutches to the boy, comically cursing your boyfriends lanky stature. Speaking of which, the door opens to reveal a smiling Eddie, who wraps an arm around your shoulders to support himself while he gets out. “Henderson!”

“Heyyy!” The two boys greet each other, Dustin helping Eddie with his crutches while you close the door behind him. He walks with you two to the office, having to slow down significantly to be sure to keep pace with Eddie, who all though was making a steady recovery, still was disadvantaged by the healing wounds on his abdomen, the bandages showing slightly when he raised his crutches to walk. Once more the stares of guilt and almost sadness followed you three, fortunately ending when you walked into the office.

“Says here you’re an “allowed attendant” what in god’s name is that?” the secretary questions, seemingly still as nonchalant to the events that have transpired. “Means I can stay in the room with him, only to supervise him medically, make sure his bandages don’t soak through or that he’s not in discomfort.” she sighs, muttering an okay and giving you a signed visitors pass to present to the teacher administering Eddie’s test.

You wave Dustin goodbye, and walk Eddie into the room where Mr. Tassel and Ms. Dennis are waiting. You give them your stamped visitors pass and they instruct you where to sit, Ms, Dennis taking a seat where she can see you both to make sure Eddie doesn’t receive any extra help other than the state issued keys given to the students. You can't help but feel annoyed once more at the stares as the current seniors walk in, some stopping mid conversation to direct wide eyes at your boyfriend, other starting conversations, likely about the two of you.

The test seems to drag on, luckily Mr. T is nice enough to lend you a book, allowing you to kill time by reading about the different plants that are used medicinally. Occasionally you’ll turn to Eddie, making sure he’s not fiddling with the bandages on his stomach, an incredibly bad habit that he picked up in the hospital when he was bored. Instead you were met with the cutest little face of concentration, his eyes squinted at the paper in front of him, his lips slightly opened to let his tongue stick out in an adorable manner. You watched his pencil scribble an answer that he was satisfied with, before turning the page over to one of the last questions in the packet. Eddie’s mind was filled with a mix of stress, confidence and nerves. He thought back to all the time he spent in the upside down, thinking it surely was nothing compared to what was presented to him on this page. How the fuck was he supposed to remember the name of the guy who splattered JFK?? What do you MEAN find x? All these thoughts ran around his head making it slightly harder to remember everything you had studied with him, but nonetheless he powered through, wanting to make you and everyone else proud.

The day had finally come, you watched your lanky boyfriend in the mirror, finishing the last touches of his hat before turning to him. “Here, this should make it easier to rest on that big ass head of yours.” you laughed, so deeply entertained by the look he gave you. “Babeee, my head isn’t big it’s just my hair.” he whined, pouting at you until you got the memo, bending slightly to meet your lips with his. He smiled into your lips, cupping your jaw to deepen the sweet embrace. Another whine left his lips when he felt yours parting, standing up fully to help him up. His recovery was solid, but his abdomen was still sensitive meaning he had to still be mindful of how he sat, stood, laid. You had resolved to simply laying him on your stomach every night, making sure your legs wrapped around him enough to prevent him from moving around. Your happiness still through the roof, ever since the monday after Eddie’s test, when you received the word that he had passed his final with a 79 out of 100, giving room to bump his overall score to a solid B-

You sat in the sunny pastures of the football field, with you was not only Wayne, but the Hellfire club, the Wheelers and the Hawkins alumni that had a hand in helping you save your boy from the upside down. Your party alone takes up several seats, your excitement barely able to contain itself as you admire how many people showed up for Eddie, your Eddie. Karen and Nancy quickly shush everyone when the ceremony started, a small moment of silence in honor of all the students that had lost their lives this year. A small tear left your eyes as the principal mentions Chrissy, your heart breaking for the poor girl. You and Eddie might’ve not known her long at all, but in your hearts you knew the poor thing deserved better, better than her boyfriend, better than her torments, and better than her untimely death.

You watch as file after file of students are called up, small cheers and claps held for everyone that is presented with their emerald green folder, indicating their successful completion of high school. Your leg speeds up as you see a big fluff of black curls stand up, walking happily along with his line. The anticipation kills you, watching as Eddie takes his place at the very end of the tail leading to the stage, meaning he would be the very last of the M names to be announced. The party’s overwhelming excitement was starting to show in everyone’s face, each and every single person ready to jump up at the very mere thought that Eddie’s name would be announced.

“And finally, Edward Mun-” the principal’s projected voice is cut off by an enormous uproar. Your feet jump up as your tears spill across your face, Eddie’s surprised yet grinning stare pulls at your heart as you watch him stop for a second, diploma in his hands, and his eyes set on the group of people that cheered just for him. You can hear Dustin’s “hell yeah”’, the clapping of Nancy, Steve and Robin, the whistle of Mr. Wheeler as his wife swats his shoulder, urging him to keep some composure. And at last your brain registers an arm draped across your shoulders, THE Wayne Munson, silently crying by your side, exploding with pride at his newly graduated nephew.

You catch a glimpse of the staff’s frowns, your 5 seconds of roars now calm as you all sit back down, the principal furring his eyebrows as he continues onto the next set of last names. You smirk at the teachers, knowing that Eddie is just as happy to leave this hell hole as they are to see him go.

The ceremony finally finishes, teary teenagers hugging each other, knowing they won’t see most of these faces in the next few months. But for you, you can’t help running up to your boyfriend, engulfing him in your arms, more cries spilling from your eyes as you guide him towards the group of people waiting for them. His eyes twinkle with their own small drops of tears as he gets swarmed by Hellfire, the boys cheering happily as their Dungeon Master holds his diploma up. He reaches over to Erica, giving her a high five and breaks away from the group to step towards Wayne, who’s yet again trying to hide his red cheeks and watery eyelids. They embrace, and you hear Wayne as he speaks to his nephew, “So damn proud of ya boy.”

Nancy, Steve and Robin are the next in line, Nancy and Robin handing him a gift wrapped in paper that's decorated with small little flames and guitars. You roll your eyes as Steve and Eddie clap hands, “bro hugging” and laughing as Eddie ruffles Steve’s hair, claiming that to be Eddie’s present from him. Lastly, Eddie is approached by the Wheeler parents, shaking hands with both of them before being told to head over to theirs for a small gathering.

“All of this for me?” Eddie turns to you, hugging you so that no one notices how he’s slowly losing his composure, overwhelmed with how loved and appreciated he feels right now. He’s never had this, not outside you and his uncle, and no one except you would ever know how much this truly meant to Eddie, even if it was just a small barbecue, with a crooked “congrats eddie” banner, a homemade cake courtesy of Dustin’s mom and some small gifts in a little basket in the corner of the food table. Even if it was still that, it was his, it was all for him. Everyone here was celebrating him, there weren't any stares and whispers like in the ceremony, no hurtful remarks, no one was calling him a freak, a weirdo, useless. Every person that approached him came with a smile, a handshake, and words of encouragement. “All for you baby, you deserve this.”

You hug him tight, pulling apart for a sweet kiss that, unbeknownst to you, Nancy captures with a beautiful photograph.

I had way too much fun with this request, this alone is 7 google doc pages, and damn near 4 THOUSAND words, likely the longest fic I’ve written to date that wasn’t a series!

7-2-22

#eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #stranger things 4 #st4 vol2 #stranger things #eddie #munson

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emolooswrld · 2 years

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The Other Woman

part one part two

pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader

word count: 1.2k

warnings: 18+ minors dni, strong language, angst, chrissy being a cunt again😑, crying, and i think that’s it lmk if i missed anything.

summary: after you blew up on eddie, he was determined to figure out what happened. when he finally finds out, he knows what he has to do. he just prayed you would forgive him.

note: hey guys! im so sorry this part took so long to post. halloweekend really took a toll on me lol. but im back and yes, there will be a part 4. and i know y’all are gonna wanna read it because there will finally be some smut🤭also this part is pretty short but part 4 will make up for it! i hope you all enjoy😚

The second your car was out of Eddie’s view, he had almost ran into the school. He needed to know what happened. Seeing the hurt in your eyes just about broke his heart. Your words cutting through him like the sharpest knife imaginable.

The second he had opened the front doors of the school, he was met with a crowd of students, Chrissy being front and center. “What the fuck did you do to her?” Eddie asked, his voice laced with venom. “I just treated her like the pathetic little slut she is.” Chrissy shrugged with a smirk. Eddie shoved past her and the crowd.

When he reached your locker, his heart sank to his stomach. He clenched his fists as he read the words sketched onto the cool metal. “You know, I really should’ve listened to everyone when they told me not to date the freak.” Eddie spun around to face Chrissy. He swore there was literal steam coming out of his ears from how angry he was.

“And I should’ve listened to my friends when they told me not to date the self-centered, stuck up, bitch of a cheerleader, but yet here we are.” The look that struck Chrissy’s face had Eddie biting his lip to keep from smiling. “We’re done. Don’t talk to me ever again.” Chrissy spat at him before she made her way out of the crowd. “Gladly.” Eddie had muttered under his breath.

Now Eddie knew why you were so upset. He felt absolutely horrible. He should have ended things with Chrissy the moment he met you. Regret and anger and sadness coursed through his veins. He knew what he had to do. He just prayed you would believe him and give him a chance.

The second you had gotten home you ran to your room and locked the door. You had crawled onto your bed, hugging your knees to your chest. You had been crying for god knows how long. The tears just wouldn’t stop pouring down your face. You couldn’t believe Eddie had hurt you, yet again. You mentally cursed at yourself for being so fucking stupid.

Night had settled over the sky. You were still in the same position on your bed, tears still flowing. You heard something knock against your window, but you shook it off as a tree branch. Then you heard it again, and again. You shuffled around on your bed to look out your window. This isn’t fucking happening you thought to yourself.

There, standing outside of your house, was Eddie. You wanted nothing more than to walk downstairs, open the front door, and punch him square in the face. But the look in his eyes was desperate, pleading. The soft spot in your heart for Eddie won. You opened the window.

“What do you want, Eddie?” you sighed. “Can I please come up there? I need to talk to you.” he was practically begging. “Fine, but make it quick.” You moved away from the window to make room for Eddie. You watched as he climbed through. This wasn’t the first time Eddie had come through your window late at night so he did it with ease.

You sat on the edge of your bed as Eddie stood awkwardly in the middle of your room. You both just stared at each other for what felt like an eternity. Your red and puffy eyes broke Eddie’s heart. You looked like you had been crying for hours, which you had been. Finally, Eddie spoke.

“When you were yelling at me in the parking lot, I genuinely had no idea what had happened. I was so confused and seeing you so upset shattered my heart. So after you left, I went back inside the school and I saw what Chrissy did. I told her off in front of everyone and we ended things. I don’t know how she found out. I promise you I didn’t tell her. I’m so sorry she did that to you y/n.”

You let out a sigh. You wanted to forgive him, you really did. “How am I supposed to trust you Eddie?” was all you managed to say. Eddie walked over to your bed and sat next to you. He turned so that he was looking at you. You watched as he reached up to his neck. He pulled out his guitar pic necklace out from under his shirt and undid the clasp. He grabbed your hand and put the necklace inside.

“I know it doesn’t look like much, but this necklace means a lot to me. I want you to have it. As long as you have that necklace, you can always trust me. I know I’ve fucked up and I know I’ve hurt you. Nothing I say or do can change what I’ve done, but I want to make up for it. I meant it when I said I loved you, I still do. I want more than anything to make you happy.” Eddie looked at you with such genuine love and adoration.

You looked down at the necklace in your palm. You knew how much it meant to Eddie. You’ve never even seen him without it hanging around his neck. “Eddie, I can't take this. It’s too special to you.” You said as you gazed into his chocolate brown eyes. “You’re even more special to me sweetheart. I want you to have it.” He smiled at you.

You both sat there for a moment. You didn’t really know what to say. You knew he was being genuine, you could tell from the look in his eyes. “I still want to take you out this weekend.” Eddie said suddenly. You turned to look at him, a smile on your face. “I’d like that.” Eddie smiled so big you swore the corners of his mouth almost touched his eyes. “Yeah?” he asked hopefully. “Yeah.”

Eddie cupped your face in his hands. He leaned in until his forehead was against yours. “Can I kiss you?” He asked. “Please.” And that was all Eddie needed to hear. The kiss was slow and gentle. Different from the usual heated make out sessions you two had. There was more passion, more love behind this kiss. You were the first to pull away, out of breath. You rested your forehead against Eddies and looked up at him, pure love behind your eyes.

“I wish you could stay, but my parents will be home any minute.” You said, breaking the comfortable silence that had fallen between you both. “Can I take you to school tomorrow?” Eddie asked. “You know I have a car right?” You said teasingly. “I know, but if I take you, I’ll see you sooner.” He said with a bashful smile. “I was just teasing, you can take me.” You giggled. “Good.”

Eddie stood and moved towards the window. “I’ll see you tomorrow princess.” He said with a wink. “See you tomorrow.” You waited until he was halfway out the window. “Wait!” You said as you walked over to him. “What? Did I forget some-“ Eddie was cut off as your lips pressed into his. He sighed into the kiss as you ran your fingers through his hair.

You pulled away with a laugh. “Fuck princess, you’re making it really hard for me to leave.” You giggled. “Im sorry, you can go now.” “Bye y/n.” Eddie said with a wink before he hopped down from the window and made his way to his van. You stayed at the window until his van was out of view. You couldn’t contain the squeal that left your mouth as you flopped down onto your bed.

You couldn’t wait for Saturday.

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squigglywitch · 2 years

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Obviously the teens all have direct family connections to the original dad squad but hear me out, they are spiritual successors to different dads than the ones they’re related to.

Scary -> Glen

I think this is the most obvious but I see Scary as The Glen of the group because they’re both so undoubtedly Cool. They both love their chosen art forms, dressing according to a cool subculture of their time, & keeping their emotions locked up under a thousand layers of Being Baddass. They Never. Ever. Admit to any insecurities. Their character arcs are more subtle because of the depth and intensity of their resistance to change. A big change in their lives once happened without them being able to control it, (Scary’s mom marrying Terry, Glenn losing Morgan) and now they’re terrified to ever be out of control again which is why they don’t admit when it’s happening even if it’s clear to everyone around them that they don’t have a handle on something.

Lincoln -> Henry

Lincoln and Henry both struggle with a lot of anxiety and easily loose their cool in stressful situations. Voted most likely to Fall To Pieces when something goes wrong in their own lives, BUT when there’s a situation where their friends/ family are being threatened or someone is asking them to compromise their values, then they have spines of steel and will fight back with venom. They also both grew up in sheltered situations and are having to come to terms with the dangers of the larger world.

Normal -> Darryl

Normal and Darryl are the cheerleaders of the group and the most invested in team unity. Darryl has more of a leadership role and commands more respect than Normal, but I still think they both have that Peacemaker urge to smooth over disagreements between people and keep everyone together and on task for the good of the group. When there’s turmoil in the group because of a decision that needs to be made, they might sometimes act before thinking because they’d rather end the conflict fast even if they don’t make the absolute best choice (like when Normal shot Scary in the duplicate situation partially bc he was anxious about making a choice. Can’t think of a Darryl example off the top of my head but i remember him doing that kind of thing too)

Taylor -> Ron

This one I think is the least self explanatory but hear me out. They’re both a little dumb (affectionate), act much more based on instinct than logic, and they both have absolute conviction in a role that they’ve made up for themselves in their own heads (Ron as a businessman, Taylor as the main character in an anime) regardless of how much they actually embody that figure in real life. They both have a kind of confidence that’s partially born from being a few doughnuts short of a bakers dozen and partially from being a bit self absorbed. They’re also both surprisingly very affectionate and sweet with the people in their life (Taylor and his mom, Ron and Terry jr)

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lokisivy · 9 months

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Look what you made me do - Eddie Munson

(Part 4)

Warnings: cursing, Henderson reader.

Since yesterday night, eddie hasn't talked to you, and you guys shared some classes he was being cold your starting to regret last night. you went to talk to Robin during lunch. Just quick chat before you head to your tables.

"You actually had sex with him?" Robin said, surprised.

"Yes, I did, Robin, and he hasn't said anything since, and I'm sure that he wasn't having a bad time," you said sadness laced in your tone.

"Men are horrible, but whatever happens, don't show weakness to him, act like you dont care, he is trying to get to you." she instructed you. you nod. "I have to go to my band," she says "Okay see you later."

While you had your conversation with Robin Eddie and his club, it had their own discussion about you.

...

"Honestly, Eddie, why didn't you kick her out yet I know she is good at DnD, but we have Mike and Dustin now," Gareth said.

"Yeah It is like you gone soft for her ever since she joined." Jeff agreed with Gareth.

"I haven't gone soft she isn't even that hot for me to fuck around with" Eddie lied. He enjoyed last night very much, but he thinks that he might ruin the dark, scary image he built throughout the years with everyone. If he becomes soft towards you, he'll even his friends have noticed already.

"Now shut up she is coming with her brother." Eddie silenced them

during lunch, you felt very unwelcomed it's like everyone was trying to kick you out slowly. You never felt that in the past year, but now it's different. Eddie never meant what he said to the guys at the table. god, he couldn't even stop thinking about the other night he never liked someone enough to get scared like that. His childhood taught him never to show emotion, so he never did he thinks that hiding it makes life easier, but it is not his not doing anyone a favour.

...

"If you have something to say to me, Eddie says it to my face," you said, throwing your tiny action figure on the board, standing up, leaning on the table towards eddie. he has been throwing indirect insults the entire game at you.

"You address me as Kas in the game Lady Silverhand." He yells

"Suck my dick, Munson."

"You would love that wouldn't you," he smirks

"Fuck you Eddie you want to tell me something or coward away?" You said impling about the other night.

"I have nothing to tell you y/n you're just a random chick who can't even play properly. Maybe you should join something suitable more for your gender." He said venomously, laughing

everyone was looking at you Dustin was shocked he looked at you with pity. your brother who looked up to you pitted you.

"And you're just a drug junky who has been repeating senior year for the past 2 years" you scoffed.

"Get out! " he yelled.

"Go playing your stupid little games." You take off your hellfire shirt and throw it at him, leaving flipping them off. You had a sports bra on that covered up a lot.

you left the room to go to the gym. Most clubs and practices happen after school. Eddie was never rude to you, and now he kicked you out of hellfire just after you both had sex.

You had sought revenge. You had a plan in mind. You knew what would happen if you did not act on it

I enter the gym, interpreting the cheerleaders. "chrisy can speak to you alone," you called out for Chrissy.

she aproched you leading you outside the gymnaism "is everything okay?" she asked.

"i wanna be a cheerleader."

"WHAT!!!" She said superised

"I know, but Chrisy, you're the cap, and i am done with hellfire. I'm so tired of Eddie Munson. i just want to join Cheer again." You pled.

Chrisy and I go way back she helped me join during sophomore year, but it was exuasting, so when Dustin asked me to join Hellfire, I left now I'm doing it for revenge Eddie will get more attention now that you left or got kicked out... Rumours will start they basketball team will give hell.

"ï dont know y/n i need to know if you're serious," She said

"I am very serious cheer looks better on college applications than fucking Eddie's Cult." I said venomously.

"I'm only gonna say yes because you, my friend, since childhood, but Y/N, I can't help you if fuck it up again."

"Oh my god, thank you so much Chrisy you won't regret it, I promise." I said happily

"Now go put on your outfit. we still have 3 hours of practice." She said, leading me to the changing room handing me my outfit again.

I put it on and look in the mirror. I look so pretty.

Oh Eddie, look what you made me do...

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inkykeiji · 11 months

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clari!! can we get 19. 10 years ago with tag keigo?? i’ve been wracking my brain for that prompt just because its soooo interesting and i think tag keigo suits it the most!! thank youu :3

prompt: ten years ago series: tag you’re it warnings: mention of drug addiction/shooting up, touches briefly on keigo’s love being more than brotherly, implied physical abuse words: 582

yes anon i absolutely agree with you!!! i hope you enjoy <3

Ten years ago, he was thirteen years old.

Ten years ago, you thought the world of him, tiny plastic jelly shoes—all glittery and vibrant colours—catching on his heels everywhere he went, trailing after him with both hands clasped around one of his as he ran through the forests and the schoolyards and that dingy little convenience store you both loved so much, pooling your allowances together to buy pieces of bubblegum for you routine Who Can Blow The Biggest Bubble competition—he always won, of course, but you were always such a good sport about it, gazing at him with stars of awe and amazement twinkling in your eyes, a look only a little sister could ever give her big brother.

Ten years ago, the thought of disobeying him was unimaginable to you, everything yes, nii-san and of course, nii-san and oh, really, nii-san?, his word more holy than the gospel at church, more sacred than any text, more true than any fact, unwavering and absolute faith.

Ten years ago, you were proud of him, at every single one of his track meets clapping and shouting and whooping for him, his best little cheerleader, his favourite little cheerleader, babbling to the crowd all boastful and smug and so, so happy; that’s my big brother! That’s my Kei-nii! And rushing down those rickety aluminum steps to greet him, to congratulate him, to jump into his arms and hug him tight, tight, tight, all bright smiles and fizzing voices, reassuring him that you knew he could do it.

Ten years ago is when something began to change, to shift, to break. Something sick, something wrong, something he’ll fight for the rest of his life, because he will never allow it to taint your pureness. A monster he suppresses, represses, keeps locked away behind a sturdy cage of ivory bone, buried deep within the pulsating walls of his heart. A creature with envy for claws that he shoves down over and over and over again, who’s roars rattle his ribs when Dabi touches you, when you touch Dabi.

Ten years ago he realized his love for you crossed boundaries a brother’s love should never cross, morphing into something ugly and venomous, something that burned holes in his stomach and ate through his throat any time he thought about you with another boy, any time you asked him, so shy and soft and sweet, for advice concerning your most recent crush—back when you trusted him enough to confide in him for such personal matters—because he knew they’d never be able to protect you the way your big brother can, the way your big brother always will.

Ten years ago, the only bruises and cuts and scrapes you had on you were from jumprope accidents and bicycle mishaps and untied shoe laces, tended to with care and caution and gentle hands by your big brother, sealed with white bandages and mild kisses.

Ten years ago, his spine wasn’t cracking beneath the weight of responsibility, and the thought of shooting up was inconceivable, the need for an escape nonexistent, the title of All-Star Golden Boy still easygoing and carefree and fun, nothing more than a lightweight label that came naturally to him, straightforward and uncomplicated and free of the heavy strings of duty it eventually sprouted.

Ten years ago, you wouldn’t have left him for his dealer, because ten years ago, he wasn’t an addict.

Ten years ago, you were his.

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perexcri · 10 months

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stonathan sunday

hi hello this isn’t really a ficlet, but one of the prompts this week fit well with the next scene i needed to write for my stonathan week fic, so here’s an excerpt from that!! it’s gonna be a btvs au where Hawkins sits on a hellmouth, so there’s always some kind of supernatural nonsense going on :)

apologies as it is not very edited and idk i don’t usually write for stonathan so this is new territory for me lol. anyway thanks again @stonathanweek for posting some helpful prompts~

prompt: "Why do you care?"

“I do have one question. Please, just–I need to know,” Steve says, his voice sounding ragged at the edges, pleading for assistance. “I’ll leave you alone after this, I swear.”

Jonathan chews at the side of his cheek, refusing to make eye contact. He only allows himself a single, curt nod to tell Steve to continue.

Clearing his throat, Steve’s eyes dart down to the camera, then right back up to Jonathan’s gaze. Jonathan focuses on a smudge of the gym door window, but he feels those dark eyes boring into him.

“Do you feel any different today? Like, at all?”

Oh, holy shit–not this again.

Jonathan sighs, eyes mid-roll, when Steve adds, “I’m serious, I really need to know–”

“Why do you care?” Jonathan huffs. “Is this just because I broke up with you last night?”

Steve’s mouth opens and closes several times; it makes him look like a beached whale gasping for air. “I mean–it’s tangentially related to that, but it’s not like–”

“Okay, then how about this.” Jonathan gently lowers his hands from the camera, careful to make sure it remains secured to the strap, then throws his arms out. “I feel goddamn wonderful today. Amazing, even. And the only reason today has sucked is because you won’t stop bothering me, and now you’ve got the whole fucking school moping over you because you can’t stand to not be the center of attention for more than two seconds!”

Steve’s cheeks fill with color, looking almost sunburnt. His eyebrows knit together, and he looks pained as he asks, “Is that true?”

Not entirely, an unhelpful voice offers in Jonathan’s head, but he’s been a good liar for a long, long time. His nod is swift, his gaze damning, and his jaw set with tension.

Steve takes him in for a few seconds, scanning his face as if he could find a different answer hidden somewhere in his features, like the truth could be scoured away by the force of his gaze. He blinks a couple of times, shakes his head, then shoves a frustrated hand into his hair. “Okay, fine. Whatever. I need to talk to Chrissy.”

Nerves begin to tighten in Jonathan’s chest, and he opens his mouth to say, “But I need to take her picture–”

But the door’s already closed in his face, and Steve’s already crossing the floor to where the cheerleaders are practicing their chants. Not even the squeak of his shiny new sneakers can hide the choruses of Hi, Steve! coming from the cheer squad.

Some venomous concoction of jealousy and vexation swells in Jonathan’s gut. He glares daggers through the gym door window one last time before he turns on his heels and shuffles down the hall, deciding the cheer squad pictures can wait until the game tonight.

He doesn’t want to be anywhere near Steve-fucking-Harringotn right now; it’s a good reminder that there’s a reason he broke things off between them, that he was right in his decision.

It does frustrate him to know that he’s not the only one who can close doors between him and Steve, though.

#stonathan sunday #stonathan #stonathanweek #stonathanweek2023 #i am only like 1/3 of the way through the plot and it's already 20k so please bear with me for this one :)#it lowkey probably won't be completely in done in time for the au day but i am going to try!

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jimblejamblewritings · 2 years

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de fragee prutia | part 3.

Summary: Welcome to the world of Descendants but with a slight twist. (Y/N) is the daughter of Prince Naveen and Princess Tiana. Being girlfriend to Ben and a royal herself, (Y/N) encourages Ben to bring over some kids from the Isle. Will she be putting everything she loves to the test with this idea? Will she and Ben survive or will she meet someone else along the way?

Pairing: Ben x reader

Word Count: 6.9k

Warnings: none

Previous Part | (Series Masterlist)

(Y/N POV)

You had spent the better part of the week ignoring Mal and any time you had to talk to her your words were laced with venom. It wasn’t easy any time you both showed up to your lockers at the same time, like today. Mal gave you a brief smile but knew better than to try and say anything. You both grabbed your stuff silently. You looked over at Mal.

What you wanted to do was yell and scream. You got where she was coming from but that didn’t make it right, and to not say anything for so long. It made you pissed. But you acting out could potentially make Mal turn back towards evil and that wasn’t what anyone needed. She should consider herself lucky she’s a VK and you cared more about making them better. If it was an AK you would’ve held a grudge for at least four months. You angrily kicked the locker before taking a breath and turning to Mal.

“As head of the VKA program, I’m marking these past events as a small slip up. Slight regression, to be expected nothing major. Five hours of extra goodness classes with Jane as a detention. But as a girlfriend I’m obligated to call this strike one, Mal. Let’s not make this one a habit. Deal?”

“Deal.”

Mal went to shake your hand but you pulled her into a hug instead. You had to go in all the way otherwise you’d let your anger take over again.

“Wait, you said girlfriend. So you and Ben.”

“I didn’t say anything.”

“I just clearly heard…”

“I’m scheduling your first hour with Jane right now if you don’t shut up.”

You were still mad at Ben. A love potion wasn’t supposed to magically erase all the emotions you had to go through and unlike Mal, you could afford to stay mad at him.

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(Third Person POV)

(Y/N), Ben, and Mal shared math together. When Ben made a move to sit next to (Y/N), she got up and moved to sit by Mal. He had been trying multiple times to be next to (Y/N) in any class they shared and it was honestly, slowly breaking her down.

Ben didn’t push it. He let (Y/N) and Mal switch places and didn’t say anything. Mal purposely sat back in her seat so Ben and (Y/N) were at least aware of each other. Ben smiled to himself every time he caught (Y/N) looking at him out of the corner of her eye.

“Um, Mal, do you have the answer to number eight?” (Y/N) asked. They were correcting tests in class.

“Nope, sorry. Math’s not really my…thing.”

“Ici. J’ai la bonne réponse pour ça.” Ben slid over his test. (Here, I have the right answer for that one)

“Oh…merci,” (Y/N) said quietly as she tentatively grabbed the test.

She didn’t talk to Ben or Mal the rest of class, just silently did her corrections. Any time she needed a correction she couldn’t solve, she would silently reach across the table for Ben’s paper. The bell rang dismissing everyone.

“Thank you, Mr. Clemmons.” The class said in unison as they left.

The next day (Y/N) walked quickly to her locker after class before Ben could try and stop her. She was there to drop off her math binder and pick up her poms. Yearbook pictures for some of the sports teams were that day right before lunch and Tourney Cheerleading was one of them.

Ben hid around the corner from his locker. He could see (Y/N) from where he was. He watched as she opened her locker and stared blankly at a space in there. (Y/N) stared at the ring in her locker. She had seen Ben wearing the birthday ring she got him lately but didn’t expect his beast ring to be sitting in front of her.

(Y/N) looked past the ring to throw her binder in and grab her poms. She slammed her locker shut before rolling her eyes and reopening it. Ben smiled as he watched her slip the ring on her pointer finger and leave for pictures. She accepted the ring. Now he could carry forward with his apology. She wanted more than words and that’s what he would give her.

(Y/N POV)

You never ate a heavy breakfast before a game on game day because it made getting into the tight cheer uniform not easy. Why you didn’t apply the same principle for picture day was beyond you. You stood in line with the other girls waiting for pictures, tugging at your uniform.

“(Y/N)? We said yellow sparkly bows with Auradon written in blue.” Jane said as she assessed everyone’s uniforms. You were wearing the plain white bows.

“Crap. I’ll go run to my room and grab it real quick. I’ll be back in time, promise!”

You dropped your poms and started running towards the dormitories. You were mentally trying to picture where the bow could be in your room. You were out of breath as you put the key in, to unlock the door. The gym wasn’t exactly right next to the dorms. Before you could turn the key, the door opened just slightly. There was Ben in the doorway, blocking your path.

“I forgot to ask for the spare key back… Can I get in my room please? I’m in a hurry for something.”

“That would ruin the surprise.”

“What, Ben?”

“Here. Jane texted me.” He said, handing you the yellow bow you needed.

“Thanks.” You grabbed your bow from him.

“You’re wearing it.” Ben motioned towards his ring.

“Yeah…and it’s not allowed for pictures so…”

“I’ll hold onto it for you.”

He stretched out his hand. You gently slipped the ring off and dropped it into his outstretched hand. You turned to leave and run back to the gym.

“Hey, (Y/N)! Wait!”

You turned back. Ben handed you a letter.

“Mi suino vraicho davelé, Prutia.” (I really am sorry, Princess)

“I…I’ve got to go, Ben.”

You ran back towards the gym to make it for pictures.

“Just in time. Only one team left before we go.” Jane ushered you back over to where the rest of the squad was. “What’s that?”

“Letter from Ben.”

“What’s it say?”

“Let’s find out.”

“What language is that?”

“Maldonian,” you whispered in shock.

Ben wrote a whole letter in Maldonian. You knew it took him a lot of time and probably some help from Jay; Ben was by no standard fluent in Maldonian. He explained everything Mal had already told you and apologized for other things too. It didn’t matter what the letter said at this point. The fact that he took the time to write it in Maldonian. It meant so much to you.

English might have been the official language in Auradon but a few of the smaller kingdoms or territories had their own languages. You learned Maldonian and French Creole before you so much as said a word in English. Maldonia was always a small kingdom, no one outside of it, with the exception of Jay, knew how to speak Maldonian. You were surprised the first time Ben ever asked you how to say hello in Maldonian and certainly never thought he would take it this serious.

“Oh, that’s sweet.” Jane said peering at the letter she couldn’t read.

You didn’t say anything. You set the letter down, grabbed your poms, and got into position for photos with the squad.

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Outside your room door was a small wicker basket with Ben’s old clothes, his beast ring, your favorite socks, and one of your more delicate tiaras. You grabbed the basket and made your way to one of the guest bathrooms near the middle of your dorm floor to change. They weren’t the same sweats you’d worn before. It was one of Ben’s extra tourney uniforms. Without all the padding, the jersey and shorts were pretty comfortable.

You knocked on your room door. Ben opened it part way again, he was in sweats but also had his crown on. So, it was that type of day. Whatever Ben wanted, he meant business when the crown was on.

“Password?”

“Let me into my own room, it’s the middle of the day and I’m out here dressed like an idiot.”

“Mmmm. I would’ve accepted password but I guess that works too.”

Ben opened the door fully to reveal a rose petal path with water lilies in the center leading up to the open bay window. On the seating area attached to the window was a tray of food. Ben grabbed your hand and led you towards the window. He sat on one side of the tray and you sat across from him on the other.

“You did all this? How long did it take you?”

“Since you left for photos, I panicked for a minute when Jane texted. You wanted something past words.” Ben poured your soda for you.

“Jay helped with the letter didn’t he?”

“TC.”

You looked up from the burger you were eating. “TC? But he’s back home and they don’t have… you went all the way to Maldonia for that?”

“TC’s the one who’s been teaching me, all this time. Your fromanno too.”

“James?! Those two ain’t ever keep a secret from me a day in their life.”

“Mi los ho promita para mim.” (I made them promise me)

Ben was more fluent than you thought.

“Are those my mama’s beignets?”

Ben laughed half-heartedly.

“What?”

“Your mother wasn’t trying to give up that recipe for no one.”

“That sounds like my mama.”

“Well, I don’t know how much those taste like your mom’s but I tried.”

You took a bite. They were good, not as good as your mama’s, but good. Ben really pulled out all the stops. He reached out to tuck one of your wayward (Y/H/C) curls behind your ear. Ben’s hand cupped your cheek and on instinct you nuzzled in. You grabbed his hand, still cupping your cheek. To say you missed him would be an understatement. Ben brought your hand to his lips and, when he was confident you wouldn’t pull away, gently kissed it.

You reached for Ben’s crown and placed it on top of your head.

“Are we switching crowns now?” He took your tiara from you. “Am I just as pretty as you?”

“No,” you said with deadpan serious before cracking a smile.

“Hey, thanks for not telling your parents about our fight.” Ben got so quiet you had to lean in to hear. “I really thought I was dead when I went to ask your mom for the beignets.”

“I wasn’t going to tell them. But you do have a lot of explaining to do to my brothers.”

“They already chewed my ear off about it.”

“Good, you kind of deserved it…BEN?!”

He had dipped his fingers in his glass and flicked water on your face. You retaliated, starting a water fight between you guys.

The two of you talked and laughed well past lunch and until the sun went down. Never had you skipped classes before but you and Ben didn’t bother moving when the bell rang to end lunch. You missed dinner and had to order from Rainforest Cafe to your room.

“I missed this, (Y/N). This was nice. Are your folks coming to Family Day?”

Ben was gathering his stuff. You heard him talking from the bathroom where you were tying your headscarf for bed, sometimes you wrapped your hair other times you just used a silk pillow.

“Just my dad and TC. Mama’s going to support James’ playoff game. We need to do something for the VKs.”

“I’ll talk to Fairy Godmother and see what we can do.”

“What’s wrong?”

Ben kept looking at you, ever since you stepped out of the bathroom.

“Nothing,” he said while smiling, “I like seeing you like that, in my clothes. I’ll see you tomorrow, (Y/N).”

You were still in Ben’s tourney uniform. You had planned on just sleeping in it. You all of a sudden felt self-conscious with his eyes on you. You knew you were about to say something you’d probably regret later. But you felt the words coming out of your mouth before you could stop yourself.

“Ben, do you want to stay here tonight?” You asked, fiddling with the bottom of his jersey.

“Yeah… yeah, okay.”

Ben turned off the lights before joining you. He was careful to stay on his side of the bed. You turned over to face him and felt Ben do the same.

“Goodnight, (Y/N).”

“Goodnight, Ben.”

You woke up in the morning with Ben’s arm draped over your stomach, his fingertips touching exposed skin where the jersey had ridden up a little. Ben woke up shortly after you. He quickly pulled back his hand.

“Sorry.”

“S’okay,” you said still sleepy.

“I have to go talk to Fairy Godmother now. I’ll see you later.”

Ben felt emboldened and kissed you on the forehead. You covered your face with your hands to hide your smile. It was something Ben had done a hundred times before but it felt like when you first started dating, butterflies everywhere.You heard Ben laugh. He leaned in next to your ear.

“I promise I’m going to make us right.”

You felt the bed dip and then get lighter as he got up and left.

(Third Person POV)

Ben, (Y/N), and Fairy Godmother stood in front of the VKs in their Goodness 101 class. It didn’t go unnoticed by them that (Y/N) was wearing Ben’s ring again. And they were standing next to each other, fingertips brushing each other.

“Since we can’t exactly bring your parents here, we set up a little surprise for you!” Fairy Godmother chirped enthusiastically.

The VKs turned on the TV to see their parents. The kids ran towards the television.

“Hi, mom.” Mal spoke first.

“Oh, Mal. I m-miss you,” Maleficent struggled to get the words out.

“You children are never far from our thoughts.” Jafar chimed in.

“How long must mommy wait to see you, Mal?”

“Well Ben’s coronation is coming up so probably not till some time after that. It’s really busy around here right now, you know.”

“You sure we can’t see you before that. I don’t know what I’ll do if I don’t get my hands on that little magic w— you! Little magic you.”

“I’m positive, mom.”

“I mean we could try to arrange something?” Ben spoke up.

“It’s perfectly fine Ben, we can wait. You guys are really busy around here as it is.”

The villains started arguing amongst themselves, completely ignoring their children. Jay made a move to end the video call.

“Thanks guys for trying, but I think we’re done here.”

“Sorry, guys.”

“It’s fine.”

The VKs walked off.

“Hey M. What do you think our parents are going to do if we don’t pull this off?”

“Oh we’re so dead.”

The VKs camped out in Jay and Carlos’ room trying to come up with a new plan to snatch the wand. They had a time and place but they still needed a plan.

“(Y/N) managed to get us seats up here in the front. We’ll just grab it and go…”

“Easier said than done.”

“Evie.” Mal handed the girl a perfume bottle. “You’ll spray the driver with this, knock him out. Then you and Carlos swing by to get Jay and I.”

The VKs were silent.

“We can do this guys! ‘Cause we’re rotten…”

“To the core.”

(Y/N POV)

Family Day was an overly cheesy display, even by Auradon Prep standards. Ben and the student choir opened the day with a hip-hop rendition of his mom’s favorite song, “Be Our Guest”. You went around helping serve drinks. You wanted no part in the song when Ben asked, it was embarrassing and you weren’t doing it.

You caught the VKs watching the performance near the snacks table. Mal spotted the strawberries and handed them out for each of the other VKs to try. You walked over to where they stood.

“If you think those are good…”

Mal could see your wicked, or should you say mischievous, smile.

“I’d go for sticking your face in the chocolate fountain.”

You nodded in the direction of the fountain. Jay and Carlos sprinted towards it to take your “advice”.

“Aren’t other people going to eat from that?” Mal asked.

“What?” Your innocent look made her chuckle.

You set down the drinks tray to go get Ben when the song ended.

“Hey! You did great!” You hugged Ben.

“You hated it.”

“No, what I didn’t… yeah, I hated it.”

“Mmm-hmm.”

Ben gave you a peck on the lips. It was the first time the two had kissed on the lips since getting back together. You smiled and buried your head in his chest.

“Mi vi vusto ça.” The voice that said it caused you to jump. (I saw that)

“Chilo, Papa.”

You gave your dad a hug.

“Mi Fragee Prutia! Pruto Ben! Soon to be king.” Naveen clapped Ben on the back.

“Chilo, Rei Naveen. Hi, TC.” Ben formally greeted your father and brother.

“TC, why you ain’t warn me you and Papa was coming up?”

“You owe me twenty dollars, Papa.” TC stuck a hand out towards your dad. Naveen worked to fish his wallet out of his pocket.

“You bet money on me?! On what?”

“Ti satubrasse Ben.” TC said counting the money. (You kissing Ben)

“I said you wouldn’t let him in public, TC bet against me.”

“My own brother, and for twenty dollars too.”

TC rolled his eyes and handed you ten dollars out of his twenty. You rubbed his head after pocketing the money.

“I take back every bad thing I’ve ever said about you.”

You were enjoying talking to your family when Ben suddenly squeezed your waist.

“We have a problem.”

Ben motioned towards Audrey and her grandmother next to Mal. You told TC and your dad that you’d be right back and followed Ben towards the commotion.

“Queen Leah, it’s okay. Maleficent is still on the Isle. This is her daughter, Mal. Remember the proclamation about bringing the Isle kids over. Give the new generation a chance.”

“To do what, Ben? Wreak havoc and destroy us?”

If it was just Queen Leah you’d probably have been just fine. But Chad just had to step in and stop Mal when she tried to step to Queen Leah and apologize and then went on a tirade of how evil the VKs were.

“I mean you stole another girl’s boyfriend.”

“That’s enough, Chad!” You tried.

“And you,” Chad said to Evie, “are nothing but a gold digging cheater.”

“Magic mirror in my hand, who’s the biggest jerk in the land?”

Evie shoved the mirror in Chad’s face. He knocked the mirror out of her hand, making Jay and Carlos jump in.

“Hey, don’t touch her!”

Ben was caught in the middle trying to hold back both Chad and Jay. Evie sprayed something on Chad making him drop.

“What did she do?! Evie did something to Chad!” Audrey yelled drawing even more attention.

“Papa, TC! Get them out of here. Go! Follow my dad.” You told the VKs. Them staying would only make everything worse.

“I was worried something like this would happen,” Beast said.

“It’s not their fault, Dad.”

“No, son, it’s yours.”

You found the VKs after all the commotion died down under one of the outdoor picnic benches. Family Day ended shortly after your dad escorted them away. They gave you sad looks as you sat down. Other Auradon kids were at the tables behind them.

“Evie,” Doug approached. “Are you alri—”

“Doug!” Jane called him over.

“One second.”

“Doug!”

He gave the table an apologetic smile and sulked toward the Auradon table. You watched Mal pull out her spellbook.

“Beware forswear, undo Jane’s hair.”

You could hear Jane scream along with the other Auradon girls laughing and didn’t have to look to know her old bob was back.

“That wasn’t very nice.” You said, snickering as you did. Ben came up behind you resting his hands on your shoulders.

“Hey guys, how are you? You know forget about it. Everything will be fine after coronation tomorrow. I have to go do preparations, but it’ll be fine. I promise.”

“Ben’s delusional.”

You and the VKs could hear Audrey from the table behind you.

“Does he really think it’ll be fine. A villain will always be a villain, no matter how many pretty bows you try to put on it. Evil has a stench and they reek of it.”

“Audrey!” You stood up from the table.

Mal angrily closed her spellbook and nodded to the other VKs. “That’s it. Let’s blow this popsicle stand.”

They walked off.

“Guys, wait… Look what you did, Audrey!” You scolded her before you went after the VKs.

~~~~~~~~~

You were escorted to the carriage where Ben was already waiting.

“You look beautiful,” he said as you sat down.

“You look very handsome.”

The carriage pulled off, signaling the beginning of the parade. Ben waved to all the citizens out on the streets cheering. You smiled and nodded at the random person who happened to yell your name as well. You tried to control your breathing. Ben grabbed your hand.

“How is it my coronation and you’re the more nervous one?” he tried to joke but it didn’t help.

“What if I can’t get the wand to work?”

“You’ve been practicing with Mal right?”

You nodded. Almost every night, for an hour right before curfew, you met in Mal and Evie’s room to practice magic. For someone who grew up her whole life not being able to use her magical abilities, Mal was a prodigy no doubt about it. You saw up close the power of someone magic born.

“Then you’ll be fine. No matter what, as long as you’re up there it’ll be perfect.”

Ben was right. Besides, you had secured the VKs to stand off to the side up front with your family in case you needed Mal’s help with the magic.

The carriage stopped at the bottom of the steps to the Grand Cathedral. Snow White stopped you right before you went up. Time for the customary questions. For Ben, a bunch of questions on his nerves today and his position. For you, who are you wearing, how typical. This time you didn’t mind as you were proud to let everyone know you were wearing one of Evie’s designs.

Everyone in the cathedral watched as Fairy Godmother took the crown off of Beast’s head and placed it on Ben’s. She then unveiled the wand in its glass case and gently placed it in your hands. You curtsied to her and then turned towards Ben who was kneeling on the steps.

“Do you solemnly swear to govern the peoples of Auradon with justice and mercy as long as you shall reign?”

“I do.”

“Then it is my honor to bless our new king. All hail King Benjamin, first of name, leader of Auradon. Long may he reign.”

“Long may he reign.” The cathedral echoed back.

You tapped the wand once on Ben’s left shoulder and then on his right. This was now the part you had been dreading. The cathedral ceiling opened and Ben stood up behind you on your right and Beast joined him on your left. You were supposed to conjure up a giant golden rose that Beast and Ben would send up into the sky together to mark the end of one reign and start of another. Once in the sky, you’d have to “explode” the rose and a magnificent gold firework will burst over Auradon. Right now, you wanted to just focus on the rose.

Before you could get the magic flowing to your fingertips, Fairy Godmother’s wand was snatched from your hand, a deafening boom and a lightning strike rang through the castle and landed who knows where. Everyone gasped as Mal held the wand.

“Let’s go.” Jay said as the VKs stood behind Mal.

“Mal! Please! You don’t have to do this!” Ben yelled.

“We have no choice, our parents—”

“Your parents made their choice, now it’s time to make yours.”

“I think I want to be good,” Mal whispered.

“And you are.”

“How do you know, Ben?!”

“Because—”

“Because you’re not your parents.” You cut Ben off causing Mal and the other VKs to look at you.

“You don’t have to do this because of them. You don’t have to be like them, I know that’s not what you want because I’ve seen it. I’ve seen it in my best friends. You all belong here in Auradon.”

“They’ll kill us if we don’t,” Mal said, tears streaming down her face.

“They can’t reach you. We’ll never let them hurt you.” Ben spoke up with authoritative figure.

You stepped closer to Mal and this time she didn’t step back. “Please, M. Just give it to me. This isn’t you. I’m listening with my heart and I know it’s not you.”

“I want to listen with my heart too.”

Mal turned and looked at Evie, Carlos, and Jay.

“And my heart is telling me that we are not our parents. I mean, Jay, stealing doesn’t make you happy. Tourney does. Carlos, hanging out with Dude makes you happy. Evie, designing makes you happy.”

Mal looked back at you. “And practicing magic with you makes me happy. All six of us being friends makes me really happy. I want to be good guys.”

“So do I,” they echoed back.

Mal went to hand back the wand but it was too late. Just as the wand was about to reach your hand, Maleficent flew in and took it.

“NO!” You and Mal yelled at the same time.

All of a sudden you felt your whole body freeze, the only thing that could move were your eyes to watch the scene unfold in front of you. You watched Jay try to wrestle Maleficent’s staff from her only to lose. Now it was up to Mal. Maleficent turned into a dragon. You watched as Mal’s eyes turned bright green as she tried to conjure up enough magic to take down her mom.

You were watching Mal’s hand shake and she slow sank to her knees. She wasn’t going to do it, not as long as Maleficent had her scepter and Fairy Godmother’s wand on her.

“Come on, Mal!” You mentally yelled, trying to get the message through somehow. You couldn’t even feel magic at your fingertips, let alone enough to actually reach her.

Mal looked over at you for a brief second. Could she have actually heard? You might not have been able to move but your magic seemed to still work, at least mentally. You had only ever done this once before and it was something you swore you would never try again. But you were desperate and would do anything to save Auradon. It might have been time to resort to your dad’s nemesis, Dr. Facilier’s, speciality. Shadow magic.

You could see the shadow of your arm that was reaching out. You willed it to get up off the ground. You saw a slight flicker of movement. The shadow peeled itself off the floor and stalked towards Maleficent. You knew Mal could see it coming. The two of you had to time it correctly. Right as Mal put in all the strength she had, your shadow grabbed the scepter and wand. You watched as Maleficent shrank to a lizard. All of a sudden, you were able to move again.

Your shadow dropped the wand and scepter and went back to the ground before anyone else could notice. You ran to hug Mal.

“What was that?”

“Something we’re never going to mention to anyone else,” you whispered. “What happened to your mom?”

“Mal shrunk her to the size of the love in her heart…that’s why she’s so small.” Fairy Godmother stepped in.

She picked up the wand from the floor and handed it to you to finish the ceremony. Ben and the other VKs gathered around you and Mal.

“You know what Fairy Godmother? I think we’ve all had enough of the coronation. Let’s get the after party started… Oh ay,” you said waiting for the others to join in.

“OH AY, HEY!”

“I see we’ve moved from tangerines to apples, now.”

Ben laughed as you jumped, gripping onto your locker for dear life. You weren’t expecting him back for another few days.

“Oh, well you know it’s only cause they ran out yesterday.” You leaned against your locker cooly, as if nothing happened.

“Mmm, okay.” Ben wrapped you up in a hug. “How is my Fragee Prutia?”

“I’m good. Did something happen? You weren’t supposed to be back till Thursday?”

As Ben’s royal advisor, you knew all his schedules. He was on a tour, visiting kingdom to kingdom in Auradon as new king, making sure everything was well in the nation. You had blocked out two weeks for him. Ben’s job as king wasn’t easy to balance with school and you tried to take on any jobs you could but the tour was one he had to do himself.

“How many problems did you think the kingdoms were going to have? How have you been holding down the fort here?”

“This Cotillion is going to be the best one yet. It’s on a boat! Well, not yet. We hold idea meetings next week. I’m getting the boat though; Mal’s going to back me up on that.”

“Hey, (Y/N)…”

Your phone alarm interrupted Ben. It was a notification from the palace with your schedule. And on your schedule was being a mediator in the conflict with Cinderellasburg and Charmington over ownership rights to a new mine on the border in five minutes.

“Oop, got to go Benny-boo.” You moved to leave when Ben grabbed your hand.

“Ben, meeting.” You shook your cell phone.

“I’m making the executive decision to add someone to our personal team. This is a lot for two of us. Think about it and give me some names.”

“Okay. I’ll see you after my meeting.”

You kissed Ben on the cheek and left.

~~~~~~~~

You and Ben stood over Mal and the other VKs at their lunch table.

“Benny-boo, (Y/N/N), do you want to maybe sit down?”

“So Mal, we were thinking since you and I basically do everything together, joining us as royal advisor.”

Mal laughed before realizing you two were serious. “Oh no no, do we remember how that went last time.”

“Last time you spelled my boyfriend… you’re not replacing me just joining. I’m taking a new title as Council Master and you would be taking on king’s royal advisor. We’ll split our jobs, you handle Auradon Prep and the Isle I’ll handle everything else in Auradon. Come on, it’s free trips with me and Ben.”

“Okay. But I’m not taking sides in arguments between the two of you.”

“Understood.”

“Great, now sit down all that standing is making me anxious.”

You and Ben sat with the VKs. Ben started talking Mal through her new duties while you stole fries off of Jay and Carlos’ trays.

“So, we’ve thought about it and bringing over VKs isn’t enough. As king, I should rule all the people of Auradon and that goes for the Isle too. We wanted to try and improve life for those on the Isle, especially kids waiting to come.”

The VKs looked at you and Ben.

“I think that’s a great idea, you two.” Jay said.

“So what was life like on the Isle?”

“Not pretty.”

You sat in horror as the VKs described their old lives. You knew the Isle was to hold villains and their sidekicks and even a few prisoners but you didn’t know it was that bad. You were already making a list of things that you and Ben would have to change, starting with the food being sent there. No one deserves to eat rotten Auradon scraps.

“We did all that?”

“You did worse…but look, you guys are trying to do something about it. And you’ve got me as a helper now, the Isle has a real chance now thanks to you guys.”

~~~~~~~

You and Ben were studying in the common room lounge together. You peered up over your science book to see Ben doing the same thing. This was one of the few peace-and-quiet times for you guys, studying and sleeping. The only times you were absolutely sure no one would interrupt and there were no duties to take care of. You watched Ben set his book down and lean towards you.

“I’m tired of studying.” He kissed your forehead, then the tip of your nose, and then your cheek. He was trying to put your textbook down.

“Ben, I have a test next period.”

“Then studying now isn’t going to help you do much better is it?”

Ben succeeded in getting you to put the textbook down and began to kiss you properly. He was about to take it up a notch when the bell rang. You could hear a growl coming from the back of his throat as he had to pull away.

“What was that?”

You weren’t going to act like you didn’t hear it.

“I don’t question how you jump five feet in the air when you’re scared do I?”

Your eyes widened and you could feel a laugh coming on. You always joked and called Ben “Beast Boy” but you didn’t think it was true. The same way you retained some frog like tendencies from your parents’ time as some, you didn’t realize the same concept applied to Ben. You wondered how beast he could really get. You had a few froggy ways and your parents were only frogs for a few days. King Adam had been a beast for ten years.

“So, do you shed too?”

“Don’t you have a test to get to.”

After your science test was a meeting with the Cotillion committee. Mal was already in the room, she had to be there as royal advisor. You didn’t care much about the decorations, you were oddly invested in your boat.

“I’m just saying a boat would be such a unique venue.”

“(Y/N), I know you’re really passionate and I do think it’s a unique concept but logistically it doesn’t make much sense. If people are late, how are we supposed to get them there once the boat’s taken off? If someone gets seasick? Your present?” Sydney, one of the committee members, tried to gently shoot you down. Mal patted your arm as you sat down.

“I’m not doing a present.”

“Well, it’s tradition for—”

“Ben hasn’t even asked me to Cotillion.”

“Trust me, we know.”

“What does she mean we know?” Mal asked.

“She gets kicked off of the committee once he asks her.”

“That seems harsh.”

“It’s just how we do things, Mal. It’s like a bride wouldn’t plan her own bachelorette party, moms don’t plan their own baby showers.” Jane said.

“Ok. Mark that down as one more AK thing I’ve learned.”

Mal being royal advisor was one of the best decisions for the VKs. Most Auradon kids finally opened up to them. Kids like Jane even apologized and became pretty good friends with them.

“So when do you think Ben’s going to ask? How do you think?”

“No time soon and he’ll just ask. Guys, we’re already dating. I’m not some princess he has to woo.”

“Woah, woah. Even I know how Cotillion normally works. Isn’t there supposed to be some big gesture. A sign, candy?”

The other members nodded at what Mal said.

“Ben’s king now and really busy. It’s just an ask, it’s not that big a deal with me and him.”

~~~~~~~~~~~

Wonderland was your least favorite Region of Auradon to visit. You always had to tie a rope around your waist, one end connected to the door in which you entered. After several trips there, you’d think you would’ve at least gotten basic directions.

You envied Mal and Ben’s upcoming trip to Agrabah. You were stuck on Wonderland and Neverland trying to chart all their systems of magic and working together to come up with a decent set of rules.

You didn’t like Wonderland and Neverland when it came to magic. They weren’t like Maldonia, their magic was unstable and had no rules or regulations. Plus Peter Pan got on your nerves, he was always trying to expose you and get your shadow to play with his. For someone who claimed to have grown up, he never grew up.

It was past dinner when you finally returned to Auradon Prep.You were at your locker to put up the reports and first draft contracts, you didn’t want to carry them in your backpack when they wouldn’t be needed for a few more days. Your crown started to feel heavy on your head, you seemed to wear it more days than not now, with all your travels. The crown was almost always an outfit requirement when on official business trips.

“How did they risk letting such a pretty face get lost in Wonderland?”

“Hey, Derek. Well, when you’re the one with the best diplomacy they send you to deal with ‘we’ve all gone mad here’.”

You made made a gesture similar to one the Mad Hatter was famous for, making Derek laugh. You knew Derek around school, he was in a few classes and generally the class clown. Rarely serious, but always a good time that one was.

“Best diplomacy or best smile? I don’t think Ben’s face, as handsome as may be, is what they want to be looking at all day.”

“Well, aren’t you quite the charmer.”

“I believe that’s Chad’s job.”

“He doesn’t do it very well.”

“We can’t all be as dazzling as you, Prutia.”

You heard a low growl and knew it was Ben before his hand was even on your waist.

“Hey, Ben.” You said as he kissed your hand.

“Hey (Y/N), Derek.”

“Hi, Ben. I was just telling (Y/N) here that you’re going to lose a pretty face like that in Wonderland.”

“Oh, I don’t plan on losing anything.” Ben hadn’t let go of your hand yet.

“Sure hope not. Would hate to lose such a rose at Auradon Prep. I’ll see you two around. Bye, Ben. Prutia.”

“Bye, Der—”

You felt your back hit the locker before you could even finish saying Derek’s name. Ben kissed your neck and up your jawline.

“What brought this on?”

“I don’t like the way he looked at you when you were talking.”

“It’s just Derek. He wasn’t looking at me any way.”

“Prutia is my thing for you.” Ben stopped kissing your jaw and looked at your lips.

“I kinda like the way he says Prutia,” you knew you were fueling Ben’s jealousy but you kinda liked this more feral side. “Adds more of a z sound to the tia par—”

Ben gripped your waist harder and kissed you roughly. You smiled into the kiss.

“What did you like hearing him say?”

“Prutia.”

Ben growled and went back to your lips. Your hair fell in the way. Ben ungraciously pushed it out the way, causing your crown to hit the ground. His hand rested under your chin, tilting your head up so he could kiss you better, when you heard shutters go off.

“Shit.” Ben whispered against your lips, quickly pulling away trying to compose himself.

Paparazzi frequented around Auradon and wandered ever so often into the main campus but they had never gotten as far as the lockers before. And they just busted you and Ben in a full makeout session by the lockers.

“Oh! Ben, Ben.”

You grabbed Ben’s face quickly before he could turn and face them. Your lipstick had rubbed off on him. You swiped your thumb over his lips. Ben picked your crown up from the ground and placed it gently on your head. The paparazzi were calling both of your names over and over again.

“Busted,” Mal said coming up behind you two.

You knew she reveled in the fact you and Ben were just caught being “not-so-Auradon” in public.

“Princess (Y/N), how does it feel to be dating Ben? You’ve moved up in positions, how are you taking it? The deals with Wonderland and Neverland…” The questions were endless.

“Amazing. Mal is doing great in my old job and I’m happy to have more responsibility. The deals are going great; we are making progress to the next stage. No, yes, yes, no, a rep from the palace will release a statement on that very soon.”

Ben squeezed your shoulder, proud of the grace with which you answered and handled the questions coming left and right.

“Mal! Mal!”

“Oh, as royal advisor, she is under contract to not speak directly to press unless at a scheduled event until she is fully inducted.”

You watched Mal scoot past the paparazzi and shoot you and Ben a look of thanks. You wished you had a bullshit excuse to walk past them too. You plastered a smile on your face and listened absentmindedly as Ben answered questions.

“(Y/N)? You and Ben have been dating since you first arrived in Auradon, would you say it was love at first sight?”

“I’m not so sure about that, I think I was more focused on fitting in at Auradon. Plus Ben was with Audrey, we didn’t notice each other at all right away I’d say.”

Success in politely answering yet evading at the same time. Standard tactics, give them what they want but nothing they can try to use against you.

“Speaking of Audrey, King Ben? Everyone says you’ve downgraded. How do you feel knowing Maldonia isn’t as big of a kingdom with less prestige than Auroria? Especially after the marriage of Prince Naveen and commoner Tiana? Does it bother you the other kingdoms might have a problem with the potential union of your families?”

Ben’s arm tensed around your shoulder. “We’re done here. If you excuse us.”

Ben led you away. “I swear I didn’t know they were going to ask those questions. I’ll let Fairy Godmother know about them coming farther into campus.”

You laced your fingers through Ben’s. You wanted to tell him it was all okay, but you knew he wouldn’t listen. It wasn’t the first time, or even the twentieth time, you had listend to people speak of Maldonia as one of the lesser kingdoms. It was part of the reasons Maldonians kept to themselves.

(Part 4)...

#ben florian x reader #ben descendants #descendants fic

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