Headcanon; Eddie Is Definitely The Type Of Boyfriend Who Would Just Pick You Up And Toss You Over His

Everything for my lady

summary: when eddie finds you at the library, he makes you an offer that turn into something else when you reach his house

word count: 3,4k+

warnings: none unless you count both you and eddie being huge ass virgins

author's note: its my first fanfic! at least in this blog, bc i used to write queen fanfic too T.T anyways, i hope you guys enjoy it and that you can forgive my grammar mistakes since english isn't my first language

Eddie couldn't stop looking at you.

He wanted to feel how soft your skin was, how your hair would feel under his hands caressing, and most important of all: how your body would react against his.

Don't get him wrong, he wasn't a creep, even though most girls would call him that because of his style, he tried to be respectful towards woman, never daring to target a girl with his silly jokes about D&D or social hierarchy. But whenever he thought about you, he felt like one. It felt wrong to know about you, and not even know what your voice sounded like.

He knew you liked to read a lot, always being seen with a book hold tightly in your arms. He knew you liked wearing skirts, seeing how much you were seen with them at school. He also knew you never ate at the cafeteria, taking your lunch somewhere else to eat. But if someone were to ask how your voice felt going through his ears and straight to his heart, he would never be able to answer, because your voice was never directed to him, or someone else in this case. You were quiet, shy, avoiding any eye contact when walking down the hallways.

Eddie had lost the feeling of fear of the judgmental looks long ago, but he knew how nervous you got when you had to get out of the cafeteria with your lunch tray, so he always made sure to make a scene, to attract all eyes towards him, so you could leave more calmly and not having people wonder where the silent girl would go.

He just wouldn't imagine that one day, the only thing he wanted to keep hidden, would be the same one that would make you finally grace him with your sweet voice.

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"Hey there Melissa, looking good as always, aren't we?"

Eddie said, pointing two finger guns towards the old librarian, who only pointed to the 'Keep your voice down' sign and kept doing her work. Kind as always, aren't we? he thought to himself.

Turning around one of the library corners and holding his papers and pens, Eddie eyes went looking table from table, trying to search one that was far away and unoccupied. Only that he stopped dead on his tracks at the sight of you, sitting alone on one of the tables near the window, with the sun reaching down on you and making you glow on his vision.

It took him an big amount of prep talk – thirty seconds of him saying to himself that he could do this, that it was as easy as traumatize children that thought that they finally killed his villain on a campaign only for him to return with nothing but a missing eye – to get close to your table. He wondered if this would annoy you, since there was a big amount of empty tables around yourself, since no one visited the library after classes ended.

Deciding to shut off his thoughts before they made him run away in anxiety, Eddie approached you and tried to think about ways to talk to you on his most calm demeanor, not wanting to make you feel like a cornered animal caught by their predator.

Sensing eyes on you, you looked upwards to find a guy staring at you with big puppy eyes. Your brows furrowed, and you noticed that this guy was in the same class as you were, and it was also the metalhead that repeated senior year for two years in a row. Was that really Eddie Munson in a library?

As if he was finally getting out of a trance, Eddie finally saw that you had noticed his presence before he was able to think of something to say.

"Ah, hey! I didn't notice you were starin- I mean, I was staring. Like, you weren't staring, I was totally staring, unless you think this is creepy because then I was totally NOT staring"

Facepalming himself mentally, Eddie decided that maybe the girls didn't find him creepy because of his style, but because he couldn't control his mouth to shut up when it was necessary. That seemed like a more reasonable theory after what just happened.

With a little smile that made Eddie's heart flutter inside his chest, you gave him a little wave. He decided that the first smile you gave him was his best memory from now on.

"So, can I sit here?" You only gave him a fast nod, that did not quite match the rate his heart was beating right now.

"Y/N, right?" He scolded himself at how creepy he sounded knowing your name out of nowhere "I mean, I guess?"

"Yes, I'm Y/N. You must be Eddie, right?"

In that moment, Eddie felt that he was on Cloud 9. No weed could ever bring him the peace that your voice gave him – which when he thought back, was a weird thing to compare with a pretty girl –. He finally had his dream of hearing your voice, which was there for almost two years, come true. Right now, he decided he could never let you shut up near his presence, either by hearing you laughing or talking, he needed to have your voice on his life from now on.

"Y-yeah, totally me. Unless you think I'm a freak. Because then that's not me"

You put your book down, with the pages still open, and Eddie took this as a sign that he should do his best to distract you from going back to the pages that were marked.

"I don't think you are a freak"

"Then I'm Eddie, that's me" He gave you a smile, which you reciprocated. Was he having a heart attack? A stroke? Did he had butterflies for lunch? Or was this the feeling he would have everytime you smiled near him? And oh God, he really had to stop with the weird comparisons.

After a quick moment of silence, he heard your voice again, and hope filled his body thinking that maybe, you didn't wanted your little chat with him to end so abruptly.

"I didn't think you were one for libraries, Munson"

"You can call me Eddie" He replied, a little too quick "I like to come here to make some new stories for my campaigns"

"Campaigns?"

As he saw your confused face, with brows slightly frowned, he remembered that not everyone was aware of his D&D world.

"As in Dungeons and Dragons campaign?" Noticing that he wasn't ringing any bells, Eddie decided to take his chance to bring his chair closer to your side, ready to explain every detail of his life-long hobbie

Seeing him so ready to explain something that perked his interests made your cheeks feel warm, specially since his attention was all focused on you. Truth to be told, you had noticed the boy that got up on the cafeterias tables every time you were about to leave, and you would linger a few moments to hear more about his bickering with other social groups. His loud voice would reverberate each time through the walls, and his dramatic actions would always make you laugh a little once you were on the corridors.

Turning your attention back on Eddie, you laid your head on your hands, making sure you could hear all the boy was about to say

"So..." This time, you could notice Eddie was slightly more relaxed, since this seemed to be a subject he could talk about for hours, probably due to being so habituated to the game and its terms. "You know what D&D is, right?"

For that, you shook your head yes, since you had actually heard some of the news channel talking about the new wave of players that the game was attracting

"A campaign is basically a set of adventures that are intertwined during the game." Eddie tried to explain to you in the simplest way, not wanting to get your head confused by using some terms that only players would know

"Would I, maybe, be able to get a cute maiden like you to join my adventures this time?" He said, offering his hand towards you. You tried to ignore the goosebumps on your skin at the mention of him finding you cute, instead taking no time in accepting his hand, which felt oddly warm agains yours.

"It would be a honor"

"And for me it would be a honor if you two would finally get away from here. We are closing in ten." You heard the librarian voice reaching you, which made you smile fade immediately.

"Hey, it's not fair, you only want to go watch your soap ope-" Eddie was interrupted by a reprehensible look, which made him immediately shut up.

Deciding that he couldn't lose this chance – and feeling that if he did, he would never gather the courage to talk to you again after being this close –, Eddie decided to throw all away and focus on enjoying the opportunity

"Should we proceed with our affairs on my home?" Eddie says, with a very theatrical voice, trying to make you give him one more smile before the rejection he was sure was coming his way

"I..." you couldn't speak, thinking about what people would think when seeing the goody two-shoes getting on the 'freak' van.

As did Eddie moments ago, you decided to shut off your thoughs and throw your caution out of the windows. For just this once, you felt happy being on someone's side, and you didn't want this to end so soon because of an old lady that couldn't keep the library open for more thirty minutes

"I would love to proceed with our affairs in your home, sir Eddie" you answered, in his same theatrical manners, which earned you a laugh from the boy.

You and Eddie got out of the library side by side, remaining in silent after the little scene you made for the librarian. But as soon as you were out of the lady's ear range, you looked at each other and started laughing.

"She can't see two teenagers getting on well, she hates happines, I'm so sure of this" Eddie kept saying, making your laugh get louder and louder each time. There was something about the way he said that so outraged that you found so funny. His facial expressions were very remarkable, and he couldn't hide his disappointment on the old lady that he treated so well, only to end up betrayed by her.

"She must think we are going to your home to do something..." You pause, approaching his van

"To fuck?"

"Eddie! That's so..."

"Rude, right? I'm sorry, my lady, I will keep my composure in front of you from now on"

You noticed that his smile couldn't hide the fact that he was not sorry at all.

A cold drizzle started to fall, making you both run towards Eddie's car. Still holding hands, which neither of you took notice

Hopping on the passenger seat, you searched for a belt to put around you, noticing that his van was going against everything you thought a man's car would be. He certainly wasn't one of those weirds that treated his car like a person and wouldn't let anyone even eat inside, judging by the amount of dirty there was on the floor.

"I gotta warn you, my place isn't exactly the best thing in Hawkins. Is just a trailer where I live with my uncle-" You interrupted him

"I can't believe I'm not going to a palace" You tried making a joke, which made Eddie turn to you and give him a smile and shake his head

"I know right? I'm such an orc"

That set the atmosphere of the rest of the ride, where he kept informing you about the basics of D&D, always looking towards you to make sure he wouldn't miss any expression you could make.

When finally arriving to his place, he was the first to get out of the car, and before you could even reach towards the door, it was opening with an Eddie on the other side, gesturing for you to get down

"Trying to reedem myself since I don't have fortunes waiting for my lady inside our palace" You felt butterflies on your stomach at the mention of being his. Surprisingly enough, the thought wasn't scaring you.

"It might be working, Eddie" You said, hopping down his van and walking towards his trailer door. You didn't want him to see how your face had responded to him calling you 'his lady'

"As I was saying, I think you should choose your race as an half-elf, because you-" He stopped talking to fumble with his keys and open the door for you "-would have the beauty you have as a human already, plus the grace that both you and elfs share, what you think?" He finished, opening the door for you to get inside

"I... this would be great!"

Ignoring the way your heart skipped a beat because of his words, you decided to get inside his trailer already, not wanting to spend any more time outside in the cold drizzle that was slowing becoming a rain  in Hawkins. Another reason to get inside quickly, was for Eddie to not see the effects his compliments had on you.

"So, ready for the show?"

With open arms, Eddie guided you to his couch, and went quickly to his room to grab some other essential stuff, in his words, to the best thing you would discover in your life. It didn't take him too long to appear with dices, a handbook, and some printed sheets.

Sitting down on your side, he started to explain the way everything worked, and it was mostly easy for you to pay attention to everything. That was, until he decided to lay more relaxed on the couch, and opening his legs, Eddie put his arms behind his head. The action was enough to make your breath get caught in your throat. You could only imagine what sitting on his lap would feel like

Trying to get those thoughts away, with the excuse that this was not usually yourself, you decided to go back to paying attention to his words. The task proved to be difficult when everything you could see was the way his lips moved, with the sound that came out of them being silenced by your head that could only think about how warm he must be. It also didn't help how cold it was getting now that the night was approaching, and how sleepy you were feeling after a more agitated day with Eddie talking the whole time

"Are you paying attention? You have this glassy eyes expression" Eddie asked, coming closer to you and putting his hands on your knees to support himself. He was so excited to talk to you that he forgot how you caught some rain on yourself. It wasn't enough to soak you down, but definitely made your hair a little wet and gave a few wet spots in your clothes

Feeling how hot his hands are didn't helped your case, specially since you were wearing a skirt, which made you feel each part of his hands on you. Looking down at where you two were touching, you focused on how many rings he was wearing, almost all of them with a shape of some form

Thinking that maybe he did it wrong touching you, Eddie went to get his hands away from your skin, already missing the contact, when you put your hands above his and surprised both him and yourself

"Your hands are very warm" You said, holding one of his hands and bringing towards your face. He couldn't control himself, and his fingers started to trace patterns on your cheek, finally feeling how soft your skin truly felt to him.

"Are you feeling cold?" Eddie asked, finally taking notice that your skirt wasn't doing a great job of protecting you of the rain you caught when walking with him "Here, let me take you to my bedroom and there you can cover up and rest a little, how does that sound?"

Eddie thought that this was a bold step, that you would quickly push him off and say what a pervert he was – God knew he had his best intentions at heart, though – and storm off, but you only got up and nodded slowly.

After sitting for so long, only hearing Eddie talk, even if it was the most cool thing you've heard, combined with the cold feeling and how your original plans after getting out of the library was to get under your blankets at home, it did made you sleepy. So the though of finally getting a good rest before going home appealed more to you than the though that maybe Eddie's offer could be take both ways if you were awake enough

"I would love that" was your only answer

You both felt how the atmosphere changed. It was as if eletric bolts were cursing through each other's veins, making you both aware of the tension that was growing between you both. Eddie guided you to his room, and upon entering, he quickly run to discard something that was hanging on his bed frame, and turned back to you

"Welcome to my humble cave, m'lady"

Going straight to his bed and laying on your side, you didn't took much notice of your surroundings, wanting nothing more to cover yourself and finally get rid of the shivering that was taking over your body

Eddie stepped closer, covering you with a blanket that was lying around his bed, and sitting on the opposite side, started to look at you. He could only think how he would never wash his pillowcase again, wanting nothing more than to keep your scent for himself. He also took notice of how your hair fell around your head, making you seem like an angel to him.

"Could you..." You started, voice low as if you were scared of being caught saying that "...lay down with me? You could keep talking, your voice relaxes me"

An silent followed your question, and you thought that you had got the signs all wrong, that Eddie wasn't actually reciprocating your feelings, but just being nice.

Truth being told, you did had feelings for the older boy. That was the only reason you lingered for a few moments to watch his little show on the cafeteria, the only reason you started listening to metal bands (even though you felt that the style wasn't for you), and the only reason you were so quick on accept his requests. But maybe, that was only you, so why were you being so eager to feel him by your side and scare him off with your question and then lose the friendship that was building during the last hours?

You only got out of your line of thoughts when you heard the bed cracking on the other side, and felt a presence besides you

"It would be a pleasure. Even though that means that my voice makes you sleepi" you heard Eddie voice saying, feeling the grin on his tone

You could be wrong. He could just be happy to have a new friend, he could maybe just being nice to you, not knowing how to act near a girl, or maybe, and that was your favorite option, just maybe, he reciprocated your feelings

Feeling bold with your new theory, you went as far as you had gone with a boy, asking him one last question before closing your eyes

"Could you hug me, Eddie?"

He felt like the luckiest man alive. How could he deny you anything when you spoke with your soft voice that he wished for years to hear. Eddie knew that the thing he wished the most would end up being his downfall, already accepting that now you held imense power over him

Eddie put his hands around your waist, coming closer to you and daring even to put his head on your neck. You could feel his breath down your skin, making goosebumps appear. You could feel the heat from his hands going straigh to your waist and flowing through your body. You went a little back with your body, pressing yourself further in his hug and relaxing more in his touch

"Thank you, Eddie. You saved me from a very boring day" He heard you saying, your voice muffled on the pillow. He could sense you slowly drifting to sleep, and decided that he should say something before being too late

"Anything for my beautiful lady"

And in that moment, Eddie promised to himself to never let you go out of his reach.

SILVER ➳ BUCKY BARNES MASTERLIST

➳ summary: When your best friends Peter, MJ, and Ned drag you along to a concert, you never expected to fall head over heels with the band, more so the drummer. Wild and erotic, Bucky Barnes is a rich rock star who gets everything handed to him. Between the money, fame, and platinum records, he has a nasty reputation. But when an innocent girl like you comes along, he can't stay away.

➳ pairing: rockstar!Bucky Barnes x College!Reader

➳ warnings: will feature smut, suggestive themes, angst, age gap; Reader is 20, Bucky is 30

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➳ If you love SILVER, check out my original fic on Wattpad; MY SWEETEST ADDICTION

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𝗔/𝗡 | well hello everyone! This is based on my short drabble about Tarzan!Steve, but changed a bit for storyline purposes. In this verse, Sam has always been Captain America and best friends with Bucky. Also, since I felt weird with consent from Steve’s side, there won’t be smut until part 2 where he’ll fully understand what sex is. BUT, there will be an alternative dark!Steve version that’s sort of just pure filth because why not. No gifs/photos belong to me, found bottom ones on Pinterest [1 | 2] all credits go to the original creators. [*=smut] ☼ 𝐃𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐊𝐨-𝐟𝐢 ☼

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Role Reversal: 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐝 𝐄𝐲𝐞 [feral!reader]

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steve and his adventures with food: 1 — 2 — 3 — 4

steve wants a pet: 1 — 2

letters from steve

winter wonderland

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All asks — Theories — Art — Ideas — Videos/TikToks — ??

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Tarzan!Steve aka WaW!Steve — Dad!Tarzan!Steve

Spicy Videos

Setting: Jungle

Terrible, Awful Things (Loki x F!Reader)

A/n: Yeah, I wrote this while watching Loki season 2 episode 2 3 times in a row. What about it?

Word count: 5.5K of pure smut OOPS

Warnings: Smut with incredibly miniscule plot. 1st POV. Established relationship. Unprotected PIV. Primal/prey kink (Loki's gonna chase you!). Dom/sub dynamics (that are handled very poorly, and your first time using them should absolutely not be like they are in this fic!). Use of daddy. Inappropriate use of magic/illusions. One (1) pussy slap. Vibrator. Edging. Reader is a total brat! Good for you! Multiple orgasms. Implied aftercare, but not in detail.

It all started with a party. One of Tony’s big shindigs that he likes to put on for no particular reason, an excuse for all of the Avengers holed up in the Avengers Tower to get glammed up and get shit-faced.

Loki and you are squished right next to each other around a little round table with Natasha, Bucky, Tony, Sam, Steve, and Thor. The drinks have been flowing unbounded, loosening everyone’s lips to a dangerous point in a very unhinged game of Never Have I Ever.

“Never have I ever been railed to a point where I can’t walk,” Natasha says with a sly grin. Notably, Steve, Bucky, and Tony do take a shot, avoiding eye contact with everyone else. Loki takes a shot as well, but you do not.

And everyone stares at you.

Including your partner.

“What? I haven’t,” You say defensively.

Natasha glances between Loki and you skeptically. “I find that very hard to believe. Tony’s a perv; he chose to not make the walls sound-proof.”

“I’m not saying I’ve never been railed successfully, or haven’t been sore, but I’ve never, like, got up and collapsed,” You shrug, glancing at Loki, who is staring at me with a softly stunned sort of look. You put a hand on his shoulder, giving him a look as if to say It’s not an insult.

It’s Tony’s turn next, and his eyes are still glued on Loki and you. “Alright…never have I ever wanted to be railed to a point where I can’t walk,” he says slowly, still staring at you both.

You look down at the table and slowly drink.

Everybody starts screaming. Bucky claps Loki on the back as if he knew Loki was in for it. Loki’s mouth has slightly opened in shock as he barks out a single, sharp laugh. 

“Okay, I think I’m done with the game now~,” You say, backing away from the table sheepishly. “I’m gonna turn in. Goodnight, y’all!” You squeak, turning around.

And promptly running directly into your partner’s chest. Damn his teleportation skills. “Hi,” You say in a tiny voice as his hand closes around my arm, holding me tightly.

“Hi,” he says, almost too cheerfully.

“Hi,” You repeat, not sure what to do. Your eyes flit around for an escape route. 

“Everything all right?” Loki asks inconspicuously, his brow furrowing in that way that makes you melt.

“Everything’s great. Everything’s great…you want a drink, love? I can get you a drink before I turn in, yeah?” You ramble. Loki lets go of your arm and scans the crowded room, avoiding the blatant stares from the table you were just at.

“Oh, I’m fine.” He says, tilting his head and stuffing his hands into his pockets as he looks at you, almost condescendingly.

“All right. Then…I’m just gonna head off,” You say with a little fake laugh, patting his chest and slipping past him. 

His hand captures your arm again, preventing you from going anywhere. “Oh, don’t rush off in a hurry now, darling. We were just getting somewhere with that little game we were playing. I’m so terribly sorry that my performance hasn’t been to your satisfaction, my love!” He exclaims in mock sorrow, a hand pressed to his chest.

“No, Loki, that’s not what I meant-” You insist, trying to apologize.

“I know what you meant. And I don’t care. If you want it, you’re going to get it,” Loki interrupts, his voice dark and low as he looks down at you. You’re in a silent haze, looking up at him with slightly parted lips, ready to do anything he asked of you. “You have 15 seconds head start.” He says suddenly, surveying the room once more, then looking down at you.

“I-I what? What?” You repeat dumbly, blinking. 

“You have 15 seconds. To start running. Before I come after you.” He elaborates slowly, leaning down over you. “You want to get tamed? You want to get put in your place? You want me to fuck you so hard you can’t walk? Congratulations, darling, you’re about to get your wish.”

Swear to God, your brain was about 5 seconds behind. You blink at him before his words set in. 

You swallow hard when you realize what is to follow—a chase. A hunter coming after his prey.

The hunter? Him.

The prey?

You.

“Time starts now. Best start running, little rabbit,” Loki warns in a low voice.

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So that’s how you ended up here, sprinting down the hallway. From counting in your head, you know that your 15 seconds are over and Loki will be coming after you. And there it is, those long, confident strides echoing down the hall. Not even trying to run, as if this were easy. 

Smug bastard.

You glance over your shoulder and see him walking, no, strutting towards you. He unbuttons his suit jacket swiftly with one hand and you swear, you could’ve came right there.

A little whimper that’s a mix of fear and arousal escapes your lips and your knees almost buckle. You turn away from him however and turn a sharp corner.

And that’s when you hear his footsteps pick up.

You are so fucking screwed.

You run as fast as I can, abandoning holding up your skirt and using your arms to propel yourself forward. Thank god your dress wasn’t that long. You can hear his fast and heavy footsteps behind you, advancing on you, stalking you.

You descend down a flight of stairs much slower than you would have liked, being unable to skip steps or jump to the bottom due to your heels. You can hear him getting closer, gaining on you. You make a left, using your hands to brace against the wall to slow yourself down so you don’t go colliding into it. You pick up speed again and you can hear him right behind you.

And then he laughs.

This fucker laughs as if this wasn’t affecting him at all.

His deep, rumbling chuckle reverberates up the walls, spiraling over you in dexterous sound waves that wrap you up in his baritone and chill you to your core.

And then you run into a locked door. You smack up against it and try to recover, looking around for an escape.

There is none. 

And there is Loki, slowing to a stop a few feet before you.

“Come on!” You shriek, struggling against the doorknob.

“Come on, pet. Did you really think you could outrun me?” Loki asks, only slightly out of breath as compared to your sharp huffs.

“Uh…yeah,” You say with a bratty smirk. You concentrate all my energy on pulling off a little magic trick that Loki had been teaching you. 

With a rather pathetic fizzle as compared to the blinding green and gold grandeur that accompanies his own magic, you disappear before his eyes. 

Loki’s eyes narrow and his neck twitches slightly as he inhales a sharp breath. “Little rabbit. You’ve been learning. Impressive,” he mutters to himself before turning around and beginning to stride toward where you came from. 

\--/

The first place that you can think of is the floor that your bedroom is on. With a sad fade-in, you find that my teleportation was a success! You allow yourself a few moments of celebration for being able to pull off the magic on such a short notice and under stress. You hear footsteps approaching quickly and turn to bolt, thinking it’s Loki, but it turns out to be Natasha emerging from the hallway that leads to your bedroom.

“Oh, thank God! I don’t know what I did down there, but I am in so much trouble with Loki and I am going to get my ass handed to me if he catches me! Like, sexually!” You explain in one breath to Natasha, stumbling towards her. 

“Woah, woah, what do you mean?” She asks in confusion.

“He just told me I have 15 seconds head start to run and that he was going to tame me and put me in my place and fuck me so hard I-” You try to clasp her hand, but it falls right through her in a green-gold shimmer. 

Your face falls as I watch the illusion of Natasha disappear. You whip around to find Loki standing in the doorway of the only exit from here. He’s rebuttoning the button that he had popped open earlier as if it were important to compose himself like a distinguished gentleman, although there was nobody else to be seen. “So unsophisticated, darling. You done being a naughty girl, hm?” He asks, tsking his tongue in disappointment before his eyebrows twitch with his condescendingly dark question.

You try to focus on teleporting yourself once more but to no avail. It almost feels like there’s a block in your mind, preventing me from accessing what Loki had taught me. You open your eyes and see Loki giving you a pitiful look, shaking his head as if to say You’re not getting out of this one. 

“Hey! No fair!” You whine, turning and trying to race to the kitchen. Like before, however, he’s standing right behind you. You swerve to avoid colliding with him, but instead tumble off balance and collapse on the floor to the right of him.

Loki sighs and watches you tumble to the ground, then looks back at the other illusion of him directly across. “It’s not a fair fight,” he agrees with you. 

You try to crawl and clamber to your feet in the hallway, only to find Loki emerging from the shadows at the end of it. You turn around - Loki. Your hand grasps at the doorknob to your bedroom and push your way in.

One, two, three Loki’s follow you inside.

You’re fucked.

You are completely and utterly fucked.

You back up against one of the walls, watching the Lokis converge in a little triangle surrounding me. You notice their shadows growing longer, larger beside you. You glance over and see that they look like Loki in his regalia, with his horns standing tall and proud on the two shadows on either side of you.

You look back at the illusions. The one on the left has one arm crossed over the other, the other arm raised to brush his lip as he looks at you. The one in the middle has both hands in his pockets nonchalantly, and the one on the right is fixing his cuffs.

All three of them are staring directly at you with looks that could only say You’re in for it, now. 

And you have never been more aroused in my life. If it weren’t for your panties (which are now completely ruined, mind you), you know you would be dripping down your leg. Something in their eyes tells you they know it too.

The middle Loki’s eyes flash green and suddenly the shadows on either side of you have reached out and grabbed you, pinning your hands above your head. You shriek in surprise and try to fight them, not knowing that this was a power that Loki had. “Since when is this a thing?!” You ask in astonishment.

Loki doesn’t answer, instead tilts his head as he considers you. “Are you done yet?” The one on the left asks.

“Don’t see much more of an option,” You grumble, pulling against the shadows.

“That’s a no, then…” The right one tsks in disappointment.

“Wonder what could make you my good girl again…?” The middle Loki asks rhetorically, taking a step closer. 

You let out a little whine, tilting your head pathetically as you look at him with big eyes.

“Did you have fun? Running away? Testing me?” The one on the left asks, advancing on you.

“I know what you’re doing, y’know,” You say defiantly, tugging against the shadows still.

Loki’s eyebrows jump up as he considers you, daring you to continue wordlessly.

“You’re just trying to scare me, get me into submission so you can have your way. So you can do terrible, awful things to me,” You spit, looking at him.

He closes his eyes and inhales deeply before shaking his head in disappointment when he notices you’ve gone quiet. “No, no. It’s riveting. Keep going. I want to hear more,” he urges, stuffing his hands in his pockets. The other two Loki’s have dissolved into oblivion.

“Good!” You huff, although your voice has a nervous little wobble in it. “You can only use your magic to get me to submit. You’ve never done this before, but of course now you’re relying on what you know. Can’t play fair.”

Loki’s head tilts down as he stares at you through his hard brow. “Is that right?” He asks darkly. The shadows begin to bring your hands down from above your head to behind your back, forcing you down on your knees slowly.

“You just use your skills and your magic and your teleportation and illusion-casting to get what you want. That’s all. You’re starting to make me believe that gods don’t even have that raw stamina we talked about earlier,” You shrug, finally dropping my fight with the shadows as you look up at him from your seat on the floor.

He inhales a sharp breath, looking up at the ceiling, then down at the floor.

And he chuckles.

And it scares you.

Because you know it cannot be a good sign.

“Thank you, pet…very much. I really am touched.” He inhales a sharp breath. “You know, you’re right. I have done some terrible, awful things,” he admits, squaring his body up to face yours. His voice is so hushed, almost at a whisper as he exaggerates his words. “Yeah, maybe that is who I am. It’s the real me.” He claps, startling you. “A loser. A runt. Always have been, always will be,” he agrees, leaning in. Your brow furrows in confusion as he continues. “And perhaps I’ve been…” He struggles for the words, his eyes growing a little wider, a little more feral. “...holding something back.”

“Loki…” You warn quietly, working back against the wall on your knees with the shadows.

He advances on you slowly, breathing a little harder. “Perhaps I’ve just been…biding my time.” He flashes you a toothy grin that screams danger, like a wolf’s mouth. “Perhaps I’ve just been waiting for a moment like this…” he folds his arms in front of him, one hand clasping the other as he stands directly above you, looking down at your knelt form. “So I can do terrible…awful things. To you,” he whispers calmly, a menacing grin on his face.

“Loki,” You whimper, looking up at him.

“What is it, little rabbit? Don’t tell me you’re done now, after all that fight you put up? Where’s your spirit, hm, darling?” He taunts, tilting his head. “So, I’ll ask you one more time. Are you going to be a good girl?”

You don’t know why, but you shake my head “no.”

Actually, you do know why.

You want to know what the consequences of your actions are for once.

“Hm. Alright then. Your choice, darling.” Loki says. The shadows relinquish their hold and slip away and Loki leans over you, grabbing you and pulling you up to your feet. He pushes you back on the bed, making you yelp in surprise. “No magic, hm? That’s fine. That’s just fine,” he purrs. He grabs two of his ties from his dresser and ties each to one of your wrists, and then to the frame of the bed, securing you tightly.

You tug on the ties but find them impressively tight. Since when does he know Boy Scout knots? Loki leans over, running his hands all over your body before grasping the fabric of your dress and ripping it off of you. It lays at your sides in tatters, which Loki tosses aside. You gape at him in shock, so surprised by that sheer display of strength. “How’s that for god-like athleticism, hm, darling?”

He goes into the closet and pulls out a small box. You watch him carefully, curious to see what his next move will be, not knowing what to anticipate. He opens the box and you watch him pull out a little curved red vibrator. One part goes inside, and the other latches onto the clit in some sort of sucking manner. You recognize it from ads and know that there’s a matching controller.

“That doesn’t work without a controller, so…whatcha gonna do?” You challenge, trying to come off as unbothered but it just lands as nervous.

He reaches back into the box and pulls out a little remote control with a challenging eyebrow raise. “This one?”

You fall silent. Of course he would have the controller; why wouldn’t he? He’s not an idiot.

“We’re going to have a little Q&A, yes?” Loki asks, kneeling on the bed and pushing your legs apart. He peels your soaked panties off and brings them to his nose, inhaling the scent like an addict. “Naughty girl. You liked being chased, didn’t you, little rabbit?” 

Your silence is met with a swift slap to your cunt, making you shriek in shock. This is completely new territory. “Your safeword is Tesseract. Use it wisely,” Loki instructs. He looks down at your sopping pussy, not with lust (although there is always lust in his eyes when it comes to you), but almost with a clinical eye, as if he really didn’t care that it was practically weeping for him, but wanted to make sure it was in working order. “Don’t really think I’ll need to get you ready, will I? So, your question is this. Why are you being such a brat? Simple question, really, but doesn’t mean we can’t…enjoy ourselves as we go along,” Loki says, turning on the vibrator and watching it roar to life.

Your eyes widen at the intensity of the vibrations. You squirm, trying to lock your ankles together to keep your legs shut, but Loki is having none of that, grabbing your legs and pushing them to your chest, spreading your legs enough for him to tuck the vibrator in and attach it snugly to your clit.

You let out a cry, straining against the ties as it rumbles powerfully both against you and inside you. It’s intense and my body trembles immediately at the sudden intimate feeling where you had been aching for it most. Loki lets your legs go, moving off the bed so he’s just standing at the foot of it. He watches you squirm and writhe, trying to escape the intensity. Or trying to lean into it.

Even you couldn’t tell.

He evaluates the controller. “What does this one do?” He asks, glancing at you as he presses a button. A rhythmic pattern vibrates within you, almost as if in morse code. You let out a little gasp, tightening your hands into fists.

“L-Loki! Don’t just push buttons on that!” You insist, your body reacting against the vibrations dually stimulating you. “You could make me cum way too soon.”

Loki pauses, looking at you as he purses his lips. “Could I?” He retorts. His voice is light yet dark, innocent yet dripping with sin. It makes a desperate, shameless moan escape past your lips. He presses another button that gets rid of the pattern and puts it back to how it was before. 

You bite your lip, your head tossed back on the pillows as you try to bite back your moans. “This is exciting,” Loki chuckles, shifting on his feet in eagerness as if he were watching a sports game and not torturing you.

“Turn it off,” You whine, tilting your head. “Daddy, turn it off~!” You insist before letting out another little shriek when he hits the up arrow, intensifying the vibrations by one notch. “Oh! Oh! Okay, all right, all right-” You sob desperately.

“‘Daddy?’ Ooh, darling, that’s new. I like it,” Loki chuckles out, his lips forming a tight “o” as if he were impressed. “You are dirty, aren’t you?”

“I didn’t mean to be a brat, Loki, okay? I don’t know why you think that!” You insist, trying to work your way out of this predicament. 

“I don’t know if you know this, but I’ve done some terrible, awful things in the past…” Loki begins, throwing your words back in your face.

“Yeah, yeah, you have. You’re doing it right now, Loki!” You ramble desperately.

He grins at you like a kid in a candy store before pressing the up arrow again, making you cry out once more. Your body is on fire, alight with arousal. You can feel that fuse beginning to burn deep in my belly, making your legs start to tremble and your back arch. 

“I swear I didn’t mean to,” You whimper quietly, sweat beginning to bead on your forehead.

“Darling! You’re so convincing! I want to believe you, but you’re just– You’re such a good actor! So pretty when you want something,” he purrs, looking at your desperate body.

“Daddy, daddy, please, I swear-” You beg, tears starting to form.

“God, so gorgeous. So convincing,” he continues, ignoring you. His eyes travel down to your pussy, need dripping down your thighs. “Please tell me the truth. I know you’re lying.”

“Okay, okay, okay! I was just playing the game, alright, I was just playing along. I was drunk and was stupid,” You half-lie, hoping that the slight truth would be enough to fool him.

You realize that, although you don’t know why, you weren’t allowing yourself to cum.

Not without his permission.

It wasn’t something that you had really done before, orgasm denial. Sure, he would ask you to wait so we could finish together, but he had never edged you or anything like that before. So why were you being so obedient whilst also defying him?

“Right. So you were just feeling so drunk and silly that you thought insulting my performance publically was a good idea?” Loki asks, turning his head and glaring at you. “I had given you every drink tonight, and that was barely your fourth. I don’t buy it.”

He turns up the vibration again and you let out a long, drawn-out cry, scrabbling at the ties as your legs close in on themselves. He doesn’t stop you, instead, his gaze just hardens. “Do not cum.” He orders darkly. “Why are you making it so hard on yourself, hm, darling?”

“Oh my god~” You squeak, screwing my eyes shut. “Daddy, please, I swear. I wasn’t thinking, I just- was making a joke!”

“A joke? Well, it was very funny. Really witty,” Loki acknowledges before turning up the vibrator gradually, listening to it grow louder and louder along with your own desperate sobs and moans. The tears finally flood out, dampening your cheeks and making your makeup run.

“Don’t cum, little rabbit. Don’t do it,” he reminds starkly. You can barely think, You can scarcely speak with the intensity of the vibrations and your orgasm increasingly creeping up on you. You’re not sure you can hold it. “Just tell me why you were so adamant on acting up, my love.” His voice is so soothing, as if this was a civil conversation.

“I just wanted to know!” You exclaim finally when you know you can’t stop yourself anymore. It isn’t much of an explanation, but hopefully he will understand. To your absolute dismay, the vibrator stops, killing your orgasm with it. “No!” You sob with a devastation a little too dramatic. Perfect for Loki. “I just wanted to know what you would do…” You whisper, utterly defeated.

“There you go,” Loki coaxes with that velvety purr. He looks at you, watching your chest heave, the tears roll down a little slower. “Got there in the end.” He places the remote on the dresser and leans over you, pulling the vibrator out of your cunt. There’s a few strings of arousal connecting it to you. He brings the vibrator to his mouth, sucking your juices off of it, all while staring at you. He lets out a little noise of content, drawing a whimper from you in jealousy.

“This all started with you saying you wanted to get fucked so hard you wouldn’t be able to walk. I do hope you’re ready for that to happen,” Loki challenges, quirking his head as he begins to unbuckle his belt. 

This is almost equal torture, watching him strip lazily, still staring right at you as he peels off his jacket, unbuttons his shirt, unzips his pants. And you can’t touch him.

“I’m going to untie you. And you’re going to ride me. You will beg for permission to come,” Loki orders, undoing the ties around your wrists. He massages your wrists, kissing the marks that were left behind by the fabric. He lays down, propped up against the headboard in a leisurely seated position. He strokes his cock lazily, watching as you straddle him, dizzy from lust. 

You take his cock from him, giving it a few pumps and hovering over it, dragging the swollen tip through your folds before sinking down. Loki’s hands reach out instantly, snatching your hips tightly and stilling me. You let out a whine, looking down at him with eyes that were just pitiful with need. “Slowly,” he orders, looking at you and relinquishing his hold on your hips to allow you to slide down on his cock slowly. 

you let out a little whine as his coarse hairs brush against your clit when you’re fully seated on him. Your legs are spread to either side of his slender hips, your hands braced on his strong, pale chest. “Go on, darling,” Loki urges, holding intense eye contact with you that makes your pussy flutter. You begin to roll your hips, little moans escaping your lips as you start to ride him.

“There you go…atta girl, there’s a good girl,” Loki praises softly, his chin tilting up a little as he tries to control himself, although it’s clear this is affecting him more than he’s trying to let on as his breathing increases. You let out another little moan, your nails scratching at his chest as you ride him expertly. Your legs are starting to burn, but you keep riding him, feeling your orgasm approaching. 

“Are you close, darling? Hm? Do you remember what you need to do to cum?” Loki asks, looking at you expectantly.

“Please, daddy, can I cum? I wanna cum on your cock so bad, I wanna cum…please!” You beg, my body going pliant as I bounce on his cock, feeling it swell inside me. 

“Go on, darling. Cum for me. Cum for daddy,” Loki allows, almost growling as his hips buck up to meet yours, making you lurch forward, collapsing on his chest. Your sweaty skin is sticking together, your breasts pressed against his chest as your body spasms and you cry out in pleasure, your hips stuttering as he fucks you through it.

But he isn’t stopping. “L-Loki~” You gasp out, feeling your tears starting to well up again. 

“You can take it. You can cum again for me,” Loki grits, pushing you up off of his chest and holding you up, his large hands enveloping your breasts, kneading them as he bounces you on his cock. 

Your head falls back as you let out a pitiful sob, your hands on top of his as he works and twists your nipples. Your hips roll against his pathetically, your energy drained but way too aroused to want to stop. “Feels good, doesn’t it? Getting just what you want?” Loki asks.

You nod your head, letting out a “mhm,” unable to muster up proper words. In your head, however, you’re thinking that I’m really the one doing all the work…

Clearly you were a little too cockdrunk to remember that he could see your thoughts.

“Really? You’re the one doing all the work? Is that what you think?” Loki asks, tilting his head.

Your eyes widen when he vocalizes my thoughts, and it doesn’t connect what he has done. Not that it really mattered. “You will come again,” Loki demands, reaching down between you and dragging his fingers from where his cock is stretching you out up to your clit, bringing your dripping cum to circle around your clit. His tone tells me that there’s absolutely no room for you not to follow his orders.

His dexterous fingers tweaking your clit paired with your thrusts against him sends you over the edge at an embarrassingly fast rate, only a few minutes after your first orgasm. Your body trembles as you struggle to keep myself upright.

Before you can think, before you can come down from that high, Loki is flipping you over, staying tucked inside me but pinning your back to the bed, forearms braced on either side of your head as he ruts into you passionately, hot breath fanning over your neck.

Your eyes are squeezed shut in passion, his thrusts puncturing out weak little squeaks from your chest. “L-Loki!” You practically wail, reaching around him and clinging to his slender, defined back as if it would save you. Your nails scrabble at him; You know they’re leaving streaks of red in their wake but it doesn’t seem to faze Loki whatsoever.

“I do sincerely hope you have nothing planned for tomorrow…I don’t think you’ll be able to go anywhere,” Loki chuckles darkly in your ear, pressing his lips against that spot that has you preening, legs tightening around his hips as the tip of his cock kisses your g-spot repeatedly. 

Loki reaches down, grabbing your left thigh and anchoring it up over him. Just by keeping that one leg pinned up over him, he’s able to spread you perfectly on his cock as he parts your insides deliciously.

“I’m gonna-I’m gonna fucking cum again, Loki, please let me cum!” You beg pathetically, knowing you haven’t a prayer of holding back.

“Do not cum,” Loki growls, pulling back to look down at you. Fuck, he looks like a god. He is a god. His raven hair, once slicked neatly for the party, now hangs around him in messy droves. His eyes are wild, and sweat beads his hairline, glistening down his neck and across his collarbones. 

Your brows furrow in desperation as you cry out in contempt, your legs shaking uncontrollably once more as you try to hold it back. He fucks you steadily, burying his face back in your neck and making sure that you are thoroughly covered in a plethora of purple splotches.

You know you can’t hold on any longer and Loki can tell too. He reaches down to begin swirling his fingers over your clit. “If you don’t cum in the next 5 seconds, you don’t get to cum at all,” he orders. “5…4…3..tw-” He doesn’t even have to finish counting down before your back is arching off the bed, gripping his shoulders as your legs shake uncontrollably. You feel a surge of wetness between Loki’s and your bodies and something tells you that you just squirted all over him.

You can feel it dripping down your ass, forming a pool beneath you, but you can’t seem to care as Loki keeps up his swift strokes. The stutter of his hips indicates he’s getting close, along with the way his groans increase an octave, verging on whines as he fucks into you. “Take it…fucking take it!” He growls before slamming into you powerfully one last time, his cum filling you up, oozing out and meeting your squirt down on the bed. 

Loki falls limp on you, breathing heavily into your ear. You can’t really talk, but you tap on him rapidly to indicate that he’s crushing you. He rolls over with a little laugh, his body still glistening with sweat. “My gods, darling,” he chuckles breathlessly.

Your voice finally comes back to me, weak and hoarse as it is from screaming his name. You sit up and swing your legs over the bed with an effort to go to the bathroom to pee and clean yourself up, as both of your spend is currently dripping down your legs in a little waterfall. 

And the second you stand up, you crumble. As you sit there, awkwardly knelt on the floor, my legs tucked to the side, you remember exactly how this whole night started and I realize it ended with Loki being right. You try to clamber to your feet but fail miserably. “L-Loki?” You squeak quietly.

You look up behind you to see him peeking down from over the bed, the biggest shit-eating grin on his face. “Oh dear. Something the matter? You seem a little…unable to walk.”

“Fuck you,” You grumble, pouting on the floor.

“Darling, I just did. Three times over. Would you really like to go again?” He challenges playfully. He gets out of bed, and although his knees are a little wobbly too, he manages to pick you up, one sturdy arm under your knees and the other securing your midsection as he carries you to the bathroom.

“I love you,” You whisper, kissing his collarbone and leaning against his chest.

“Not as much as I love you, darling, I promise,” Loki vows, kissing your forehead.

@staff please don't let the twitter users who are inevitably going to come here due to the elon purchase bully you into changing things.

Don't make tumblr a second twitter. We love our hellsite(affectionate) exactly how it is. they can get used to it or leave. Tis a delicate ecosystem here.

Everyone please stop what you’re doing because today is Loki’s birthday

Happy birthday Loki

BEA!!! I’m sure you knew this from before that “Toxic” has been plagiarized into wattpad by @ALECTIAMO7

She has copied and pasted your work on wattpad and the book name is “Steve Kemp/Sebastian Stan” and the person continues to plagiarize “Toxic”. They have updated the book today with more chapters and other works from other writers like @sableseb

It’s so sad 😞 I’m not allowed to even put up a copyright claim because the character of fresh do not belong to me. My thoughts go to @sableseb and other writers who keep getting their work stolen by people with no shame!

people of color will always ALWAYS deserve better and more. they’re allowed to feel and say whatever they want and act however, i will forever stand ten toes down on this!!

drunken proposals

pairing: bucky x reader

summary: too much alcohol leads to proposals

-short little drabble bc I should be studying but I'd rather do something else

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You don't remember how much you've drank but you're sure it's a lot. Everything is becoming so blurry. But apparently, being drunk doesn't mean you can't appreciate a good-looking man.

Bucky doesn't know how long he's been at this party or how much he had to drink, but he does know there's a pretty woman across the room he wants to talk to. He doesn't remember when he first saw you, but he knows you've had his attention from first glance.

"Steve, don't ya think she's so stunning? Ya think she's single?" Steve looks at his best friend laughing.

"You right she probably taken. A doll like that must have someone, so stupid of me." Bucky sighs sadly sipping on his drink.

"Why don't you go ask and find out?" Steve rubs Buckys shoulder.

"Hessopretty. Wantmyhusvand to look like that." you said your words slurred due to the alcohol. Your friend laughs looking where you pointed.

"Imma go and ask him to marry me." you say standing up, your friend catching you since you could barely stand up straight.

"Marriage, huh already?" your friend jokes and you nod confidently shaking her off.

"She coming over quick act normal." Bucky pushes Steve and straightens up almost falling off his chair. Steve catches him and let's out a chuckle.

"Hey! You!" Bucky looks around and points at himself when he hears the pretty woman point and yell at him.

"Yes, you!" You stumble a little when you reach the gorgeous man who catches you. You fall right into his muscular chest. Usually, you would ask for permission before touching anyone, but now you couldn't help yourself so your hands wonder and squeeze the mans chest, and then arms. One feels different than the other, but strong nonetheless.

"Not that I mind that a pretty doll like you is touching me like this but would love to know your name. Bucky finds it cute how you immediately put your hands up and tell him your name.

"Bucky." He introduces himself to you.

"THAT'S A SEXY NAME LIKE YOU!" Bucky backs away a little because you were yelling, he doesn't know why he could hear you the music isn't that loud.

"I know we jus met but got a question for you."

"MARRY ME?"

"MARRY ME?"

You and Bucky say at the same time, and then you both start laughing so hard you're holding on to each other.

"Great! We agree, let's talk wedding ideas!" You happily say, leading Bucky by the arm to dance with him. Bucky follows you like a lovesick puppy, excited to make plans with the most beautiful doll that's walking the earth.

"Should we tell them?" Steve nudges Sam.

"Tell them what?"

"That they've been married for 5 years???"

Sam shakes his head, taking out his phone to film you and Bucky trying to dance while you're absolutely wasted. He would use this video on the wedding you're planning currently but by tomorrow you'll probably come to your senses.

[The End]

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We Aren’t Friends

A/N: ummm thank you so much for the amazing response to “Vanilla”!! I’m pretty certain it’s my most popular piece to date and seeing the response just makes me want to write even more. So please comment and reblog, because while likes are awesome, the reblogs boost visibility and the comments just make me happy 😂

Summary: you’re the good girl- good grades, well behaved, picture perfect princess- and you’ve been paired with the boy who you have nothing in common with for a school project. Eddie Munson was infamous and you stayed in completely different social circles. You always thought he hated you and your type until you saw him with Chrissy Cunningham. Why could he be friends with her and not with you? Why did you even care?

Pairing: Eddie x Fem!Reader

Warnings: jealousy?, mentions of drug use and bullying, no spoilers really

“Alright so meet with your partners to discuss your plans for the project going forward…and might I remind you, this is worth forty percent of your final grade,” you teacher told the class. You looked over at your partner- Eddie “the freak” Munson. He sent a wink your way and you sighed; this was going to be harder than you thought.

“Okay so I know you’re not really into the whole doing good in school thing so how about I just do the project and slap your name on it?” You suggested.

“While that is a tempting offer, sweetheart, I have a feeling our ever so observant teacher would notice if it doesn’t have my own personal touch,” he said, nodding over to your teacher who was already glaring at him.

“Fine, um, we could meet at the library right after school is over. I know nights don’t work for you because of your club.”

“You know about that?” He asked, a hopeful twinkle in his eyes.

“You’re not exactly shy about it, Munson,” you laughed. “So library? After school?”

“Works for me, gorgeous.” He winked at you again before grabbing his bag and leaving the room. You didn’t want to admit it, but you were actually looking forward to seeing him again.

Your life was incredibly dull in comparison to his. You were just different, and there was nothing wrong with that. But a part of you yearned for something more exciting. Maybe Eddie could at least provide some entertainment for a while.

You found yourself waiting at the library for almost 15 minutes before he sauntered in, smelling him before you even saw him. You looked up at him with a scowl but he looked like he didn’t care, which he probably didn’t.

“Well now I only have 45 minutes before I have to get going so just sit down and listen to my ideas. I’m still suggesting I do most of the work because it’s worth a bit part of our final grade and I need to nail this,” you rambled.

“Woah, woah, woah, calm down, sweetheart. I have a feeling you could flunk this project and still pass the class.” He sat down in the chair across from you with a smirk.

“Yes well I’d rather not flunk it and keep up with my good grades. I know you don’t give a shit-”

“The princess swears!? I never would’ve guessed!” The smile on Eddie’s face only grew when you rolled your eyes.

“Maybe your bad influence is rubbing off on me already,” you said with a small smile.

“Keep hanging with me, sweetheart, and I’ll completely ruin you.” You knew he meant it jokingly but you couldn’t stop your stomach from doing a flip.

So for the next week and a half you guys met after school in the library like clockwork. He promised to show up on time if you promised to listen to him talk about D&D from time to time. It wasn’t something you understood, but you liked the way he talked about it with passion.

He gave you music recommendations and you, in turn, shared notes with him for some other classes. You told him your favorite movies and rolled your eyes when he snickered at your choices.

Sometimes in class, he’d find you looking at him and he’d wink or just shoot you a smile. Once when he heard you giggle when he rolled his eyes at the teacher, he made it his mission the entire rest of the class to make you laugh. Everyone looked at you like you were crazy but the smile on Eddie’s face was worth it.

As you got to know him a little better, it stung a little more when you would hear the jocks picking on him in the halls or at lunch time. His eyes found yours one day in the lunch room and you sent him a sad smile. You could see the hint of pain in his eyes but he shrugged it away as if it was nothing.

You weren’t quite sure why you felt so sad and angry when you saw him being bullied; maybe it was the growing friendship between the two of you or maybe it was your own growing feelings for the man.

Either way, you decided to go over and check on him. Your own friends asked where you were going but you brushed them off, making your way across the cafeteria.

“Hey Eddie. I just wanted to say that those guys are absolute assholes and you shouldn’t listen to anything they say,” you said with sincerity. His club members looked between the two of you and you knew other people were staring as well. Eddie looked at you and coughed awkwardly.

“Uh thanks, (y/l/n).” He rubbed the back of his neck nervously and looked around at the leering eyes of your fellow students.

“I guess I’ll see you later then?” You asked. He gave you a small nod before quickly walking off. You thought it was weird but maybe he was just upset from the bullies. You shrugged it off and grabbed your bag, heading to your next class.

Later that day, you waited in the library for fifteen minutes. Then thirty. Then forty-five. You grabbed your books and shoved them in your bag, slamming the door on your way out. Part of you worried something had happened to him, but another part questioned why you even cared.

You had just made it to the parking lot when you noticed Eddie’s van on the far end of the lot. Eddie was leaning against it with a wide grin, talking to someone in a cheerleading outfit. You looked closer and noticed it was none other than the queen of Hawkins, Chrissy Cunningham.

So he couldn’t be friends with you yet he could run around with the most popular and pretty girl in town, blowing you off in the meantime. You tried to push down the pain bubbling up inside your chest, jumping in your car and speeding out of the lot, right past Eddie and his new friend. You knew he saw you but you didn’t care.

You trudged up to your room and instantly drew yourself a bath. You lit a few candles and poured in your favorite scented bath bubbles. You needed to calm down before working on your project. It needed to be finished with or without him- preferably without him.

After a decent soak, blasting your music to drown out any unwelcome thoughts, you threw on your fluffiest bath robe and sat down on your bed with your books in front of you. Your parents weren’t home so you could just relax without anyone bothering you.

What felt like hours went by, when in reality it was only forty-five minutes. Your album was nearing its end so you got up to change it. You happened to look up in the mirror and let out a ear splitting scream when you noticed a man standing in your window.

“Woah, calm down! Open up!” Eddie called out. You stood there clenching your chest trying to find your heart.

“What. The. Fuck. Munson!!” You screamed, flinging the window open.

“You didn’t answer your door! I was knocking for like fifteen minutes,” he said, climbing into your bedroom.

“So you climb onto my roof, you psycho?!”

“Okay, I can see how that appears mildly concerning. But I just wanted to talk to you and I didn’t have your phone number so-“

“Because we’re not friends.” His face instantly fell into a frown.

“What?”

“You don’t have my number because we’re not friends. I don’t even know how you figured out where I live to be honest. We were partners on a project, which I will finish tonight, and that’s it,” you said, trying to act as neutral as possible. Maybe if you just cut everything off you could squash whatever feelings were bubbling up inside of you.

“Is this because I blew you off today? I honestly got a little distracted and forgot and I feel totally horrible.”

“So you’re trying to justify it by saying you got distracted and forgot? I guess I’m just not as important as queen Chrissy.” You couldn’t help the venom in your tone and you could see something light up in his eyes.

“Are you jealous of Chrissy?” He asked flat out.

“W-what?” He took a step closer to you and you matched it, only to run into your bed. You were suddenly hyper-aware of the fact that you were in nothing but a robe. You crossed your arms over your chest and stared down at your feet.

“Is that what the problem is, gorgeous? You’re mad because I was with another girl?”

“No, why would I care about that?” You snapped.

“Because you care about me?” You thought you heard a hint of hope in his voice, but you chose to ignore it.

“Yeah right, Munson. I’m mad because I told you how much you mean to me this project means to me and you just didn’t care enough to show up. So I’m going to finish it and hand it in to the teacher so we can just be done.”

“(Y/N), it was a drug deal and nothing more.” He tried to reach out for your hand but you recoiled.

“Yeah, right. Like Chrissy Cunningham would buy drugs. And you’re the one that decided we weren’t friends when you blew me off in the lunch room.”

“Okay, let me explain!”

“No! You’re done explaining. This really isn’t a big deal. We’re just going to go about our lives pretending the other doesn’t exist, just like before. So please leave.”

“Sweetheart-” when you finally looked up your heart broke to see how upset he looked. You wanted to take it all back but you knew in the long run this was for the better.

“Just go.” You went over and opened your bedroom door, motioning with your hand for him to leave. He stood there with pleading eyes and it took all of the conviction you had to not break down. “Go!”

He slowly walked past you, looking like he had something to say, but whatever it was, he kept to himself. Once he was out of your room, you slammed the door behind him. Once you heard your front door close, you collapsed on the floor with a sob.

Why was this hurting so much? He was nothing to you- just the freak you were paired with for a class project. You could tell yourself that over and over again, but it would never make it true. You had fallen for Eddie Munson, and you just kicked him out of your life for good.

Were you protecting yourself? Maybe. Were you overreacting? Probably. One thing was certain though, you couldn’t change what happened so you’d have to learn to live with it- to live without him.

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Angst?? From me?? Never!

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