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one thing i hate about people comparing the unrequited love scenes from little women 2019 to anne of green gables 1985 is when they say that anne of green gables doesn’t have emotion, and that little women 2019 is obviously so much better because there’s more emotion in it, when teddy and jo are literally just shouting at each other. shouting does not equal more emotion, or better acting. to me, i find the subtleties a lot more impressive. more memorable. it stays with me because it’s not just yelling, it’s like i can feel the heartbreak, you know?
because gilbert isn’t mad. he’s not angry. he’s just heartbroken that his love isn’t reciprocated, and heartbreak can obviously manifest differently in everyone, but i guess the sadness in the subtle acting choices is just more relatable to me. when i broke up with my ex, there was no screaming, there was no anger or resentment. just a very deep melancholy. i was just sad that i was losing someone who meant so much to me, even as a friend.
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IMAGINE: meeting Morpheus again after his imprisonment | fluff
His hand was resting on your cheek, dark eyes staring deeply into yours. Softly and slowly, his thumb was stroking your skin, as if he were worried you would dissolve into nothing, should he pressure too much.
Outside, the wind was guiding the raindrops towards the window, where they met the stained glass with a muffled drum.
You were so close to him, bodies and lips almost touching and you felt a warmth spreading in your stomach, just as the giddy adrenaline all over your body.
It had been so long without his touch that you were scared to move even an inch, scared that it would all be lost again forever. But you never forgot what it felt like.
What he felt like.
You wanted to close your eyes and nuzzle into the palm of his hand. You wanted to get lost in the comfort of his presence forever.
But you could not bring yourself to tear your eyes away from him; the man you loved and had not seen for an extent of time you had stopped counting at some point.
“What are you doing?” You asked him, your voice croaky and barely above a whisper.
Morpheus tilted his head just a bit. His eyes were scanning over the smallest features on your face.
The challenger is Dream, once the Master of the Realm of Sleep; as the challenged, the Ruler of Hell, Lucifer Morningstar; in a contest of skill, confidence and transformation. The oldest game.
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summary: you get asked to be eddie’s tutor. eddie; the mysterious boy with dark curls and rings on every finger. of course you say yes. and that’s how you end up here, stuck in his trailer overnight while a storm blows through, and naturally, there’s only one bed.
warnings: female reader, language, everyone’s fave corny one bed trope, literally tooth-rotting cavity-inducing fluff. and hella flirty :))))
word count: 6.2k
a/n: yeah. so i wrote this before vol 2 to be cute n comforting and now im crying posting this because …. yknow. anyways i think us eddie girlies need this. (gif by @stuart-townsend )
This isn’t exactly what you had imagined would come of agreeing to help tutor Eddie Munson. Not one bit.
No, see, you had imagined late evening study sessions in the school library, or out by the football field, or even in the bleachers of the basketball court. You know, typical study places. The ones that had been recommended to you by your teacher;
“Listen, Eddie’s a good kid,” he had said, handing over a base outline for a syllabus that he wanted you to focus on, “Just find a nice quiet corner of the school where neither of you can be interrupted and I assure you, you’ll make a world of difference.”
Which was simple enough, really.
You knew Eddie was a good guy — hell, you might actually be one of the only people who really knew. You had met him a few times at Mike Wheeler’s when they hosted campaign nights. You had been there to hang out with Nancy, but you had grown fond of the fun little gaming group anyways. Eddie had always been sweet to you, how could you not like him?
You absolutely had no hesitation when you were asked to tutor him. He intrigued you with his unique taste in music and his outgoing personality. You imagined that you’d grow close to him while tutoring and maybe, maybe you’d actually become friends.
What you hadn’t imagined or planned out, however, was standing on the top step of Eddie’s trailer, hand hesitantly knocking against the slightly-rusted door. The wind was picking up, nearly carrying the papers right out of your hands and down into the muddy ground below.
The little trailer park was decently lit, which you thought was a good thing. You weren’t a fan of being in unfamiliar places when sunset was right around the corner. Hawkins had a bad history of things happening in the dark, so the flickering street lamps and trailer lights were appreciated. Though the woods nearby kind of freaked you out, already being awfully dark and gloomy at this late hour of the afternoon.
It was only five thirty, but the clouds had moved in and it would be dark by the time you left, for sure. Maybe you’d have Eddie walk you out to the street —
“Hey.”
You turned your head, too paranoid by every little noise around to have heard the door open.
Eddie stood there, a small smile on his face, leaning against the entrance.
“Oh, hey,” you gave a sigh, feeling a bit ridiculous for keeping your eyes so locked onto the woods behind you, “Sorry I’m late. Had a flat.”
You nudged your finger in the direction of your bicycle, which was leaning against the edge of the trailer. It was probably a terrible idea to have taken your bike here — what with the chance of rain and the terribly lit Hawkins streets at night — but it was your only option.
“Don’t even stress, you’re almost exactly on time,” Eddie chuckled, “Come in, and don’t mind the mess.” He ran a hand across the back of his neck awkwardly as you looked over at him.
He was wearing a pair of dark ripped skinny jeans, some band t-shirt and his jean jacket. He wore those infamous rings on his fingers — the ones that your friends had unfairly joked he used to cause extra damage while punching fellow cult people in the face — and his hair was slightly damp. Probably post-shower.
Why were you pointing out all these things?
You shook your head, giving him a smile as you took your step up, hand on the strap of your backpack as you walked in. Eddie avoided eye contact as you stepped inside and looked around.
You weren’t really sure why, but you found the place kind of cute. He had a little kitchen, shelves lined with mugs, a couch facing a little television, a fuzzy rustic carpet on the ground. It was cute, and it kind of reminded you of Eddie. A little disorganized, a little unique.
“You live here alone?”
Eddie shook his head, “No, god no. With my uncle. But he’s, uh, out. Works nights but he’s out for dinner with people.”
The place was clean; no dishes on the counter, no clothes on the floor or discarded plates near the couch. You wondered why Dustin and Mike had always complained about his place being superbly messy. It looked completely fine to you.
“Do you want anything to eat? Drink?”
You placed your backpack and papers down on the little kitchenette table as he stood in the kitchen, opening the fridge door and waving his hand to show you the contents, his dimple faintly appearing on his right cheek.
“We’ve got loads of options. Water, lemonade, this milk that my uncle bought two months ago,” he let out a laugh and pointed at the carton, “Tellin’ ya, it’s a real hit. Probably cheese by now.”
You let out a laugh, shaking your head as you took a seat, “Ah, so it’s become a drink and a snack, then, huh?”
He chuckled, pointing at you and nodding his head before closing the fridge door, making his way over to you in three long strides, “See, you’ve got the right idea.” He sat across from you, knee bumping yours under the table. It sent your heart into a stupid rhythm, but you weren’t sure why. Probably because it startled you. That had to be it.
You gave a shake of your head as your laughter died down, flipping open your chemistry textbook to the page that you had last left off on with Eddie. Your little sticky note was popping out, bringing you to page two-eighteen.
Your previous lesson with him had been last week, but it felt like longer than that. It had been in the cafeteria after hours when everyone was gone, but there were still countless noises throughout the corridors and outside the large windows. You guiltily preferred the serenity and privacy of Eddie’s trailer instead.
“We’re hopping straight into it, huh?” he leaned back, running one of his hands through his hair before he fiddled with his rings, “No small talk first? No, hey, Eds, how was your week? Or hey, congrats on the campaign last night, you had those little squirts completely stumped. Gosh, I severely overestimated our friendship.” He placed a hand over his heart in mock hurt, leaning his head against the back of the seat.
“Jeez, my bad,” you raised your hands in surrender after pushing the book aside, “My bad, Eds. We should totally catch up instead. Firstly, congrats on the campaign. Dustin was loudly complaining about it at lunch yesterday so hey, at least you have the little squirt beat.” Your cheeks were beginning to ache from your wide smile, “Guess he’ll have to bring it up a notch next time. I believe in him.”
He raised his eyebrows, giving you an amused look as he leaned forwards, “Oh, you believe in him? Well, he’ll have to wait a little longer. Tonight’s campaign was cancelled. He can pout about it for another two days.”
You pursed your lips, leaning forwards just a tad as well, elbows resting on the table, “Cancelled? Poor them. They’ve been let down.”
It was rare Eddie cancelled the Hellfire Club, even you knew that. They were so dedicated, so passionate about their events that you’d even hear Nancy telling you about how Mike would never shut up about it at home.
“Hey, it was study night,” he shrugged, dimple still present, “They can wait.”
Oh my god.
He cancelled Hellfire for you.
The sentiment shouldn’t touch you as much as it did, but you’d be lying through your damn teeth if you said your entire body didn’t flush with heat at his words. He didn’t cancel Hellfire for anyone or anything, you truly couldn’t believe he postponed for you. For your study night that, honestly, he probably didn’t even care all that much about.
“I’m touched, Munson,” you tried to play it off like it was nothing, quite opposed to your rapidly beating heart, “Truly. I’ll have to hide from your little admirers next time I’m at school to avoid their deadly stares.”
He opened his mouth to answer, but the both of you were silenced by the rumble of thunder. It didn’t sound that far away, rumbling the trailer and causing you to glance right out the window. On top of the rumbling, the rain had also just begun, echoing loudly as it hit the roof.
“Damn, I shouldn’t have biked,” you groaned, making a grimace. It would be truly miserable to ride back in this. Your head fell back against the seat as you watched the drops roll down the window, nearly completely forgetting about studying in the first place.
Eddie gave your knee a nudge, this time on purpose, “Just wait it out. The storm can’t last that long, and I don’t mind your company.”
You had to turn away from him so he couldn’t see the stupid little grin that grew on your face at his words. Studying had been forgotten by this point, that was for sure. You just couldn’t sit still now, sitting across from Eddie in the comfortably lit kitchenette, the rain sounding and adding to the atmosphere.
“Hey,” Eddie caught your attention once more, wiggling his eyebrows, “Do you really wanna study? It’s a Saturday evening. Let’s just wait out the storm until it’s safe for you to go home,” he reached his hand across the table and tapped your knuckle, “And I won’t let you leave a minute sooner.”
God, he was charming, wasn’t he? How he was teased and harassed in school, you’d never understand. He was just so effortlessly kind, sweet, and unapologetically himself. You felt lucky knowing that side of him, that he was comfortable enough around you to be like this. Relaxed, soothed, funny.
“What do you want to do instead?” you narrowed your eyes at him, “Got anything in mind?”
He gave you a wink, standing up swiftly before looking back down at you, “Actually, I do. My personal suggestion is making some Kraft dinner and picking a cheap movie to kill time.”
You had to admit, that did sound a lot more pleasing. Every time you had chatted and hung out with Eddie, it had been to study. To work on his grades so he could graduate at the end of ‘86. You wouldn’t lie, the idea of eating junk and watching a movie with him was endlessly more enticing. Maybe you’d grab a blanket, share some popcorn—
No. You had to calm down, get it together, and play it cool.
“Alright,” you stood up, now completely forgetting about the open textbook and notebooks on the table, “You’ve got yourself a deal.”
Both dimples were fully visible as he grinned at you, raising his chin and giving you a little salute, “Alright, m’lady. I’ll go make dinner, you go pick the movie.”
You shook your head, heart nearly hammering out of your chest as you watched him saunter into the kitchen. His hair bounced with each joyful step that he took as he hummed quietly to himself, searching the drawers for a pot and a box of Kraft. He pulled the pot out, giving you a grin and a thumbs up as he placed it on the stove top, reading the side of the box before he started to get to work.
“Pick the movie,” he pointed his finger at you with a wooden spoon in hand, “And nothing too lame, I don’t want to fall asleep halfway through.”
You raised your eyebrows, nodding, “Alright, alright. No pressure.”
He flashed you another cheesy grin before he started making dinner, the trailer falling into a comfortable silence. The only noise was the pitter patter of the rain hitting the roof and the windows, getting louder by the second. But it was soothing, comfortable. A warm feeling blossomed in your chest at the coziness of it all — listening to the rain, eating dinner on the couch.
There weren’t many options to chose from, so you landed on the movie channel that was just beginning to play Hellraiser. One that you had joined Steve and the kiddos to watch in the cinema last year.
“Hellraiser?” you looked over into the kitchen, seated comfortably on the couch as you rested your arm on the back, “I saw it last year. Absolutely terrified the shit out of Lucas.”
Eddie chuckled, back turned to you for a second before he faced you, “I remember seeing it too. It’s not terrible. But thanks for the info, I think that’ll be my Halloween costume this year.”
Your eyes widened as you pictured it in your head, both the costume and the way Lucas would flip out, “Please do. I would pay good money to see that.”
He agreed, pretending to make a mental note of the costume idea. Halloween was still nearly two months away, so you wondered if he’d remember when the time came. You’d like to think he would.
For fifteen minutes while he finished dinner, you both sat listening to the film, keeping your eyes on the weather outside in hopes that it would calm down in time for you to be home before nine o’clock. That’s when you told your parents you’d be back and you knew they’d panic if you weren’t back on time.
The thought was kind of stressing you out, but it was currently only six thirty four, so you still had a bit of time left here before the twenty minute bike ride back to your house.
“Here you go,” Eddie came and sat next to you on the couch, almost throwing his body down, and handed you a warm bowl of gooey macaroni and cheese. God, this stuff was probably awful for you, but it was stupidly good.
“Thank you,” you took the bowl, sitting cross-legged on the couch. You had left your shoes by the entrance, so you were keeping your feet warm under your legs as you placed the bowl on your lap.
Eddie grinned at the way you were sitting, lifting his legs up and doing the same. His knee was resting against yours — thank god for the tiny couch — and you could feel the warmth of his skin through the jeans and your own pants. It was suddenly rather difficult to focus on the movie.
“This shit is too good to be natural,” Eddie remarked, nodding through a mouthful as he pointed to the bowl with his spoon, “Like, this almost tops chocolate.”
“Woah, slow down,” you cut him off, eyes wide as your mouth broke into a gasp, “Is this good? Absolutely. Is it better than chocolate? No. You’re outta your mind, Eds.”
You could have sworn he flushed a bit at the nickname, but it had to be a figment of your imagination. Eddie Munson didn’t get flustered.
“Hm, we’ll have to agree to disagree,” he gave you a cheeky look, the teasing tone of his voice causing you to narrow your eyes at him and shake your head.
You made a mental note to bake him some of your brownies — he’d have no doubt then that chocolate really was better.
You were hardly paying attention to anything other than his knee against yours until a loud clap of thunder sounded right above the trailer park, causing you to jump slightly and look up, as if you could see straight through the rooftop.
“Are you scared of thunderstorms?” He asked, reaching behind the couch with one hand and tossing you a blanket. It smelled like him, a familiar mix of cigarettes and cologne. You gladly accepted it, wrapping it around your legs and feeling the warmth nearly immediately.
“No,” you shook your head, mixing your macaroni with your spoon before looking up at him, “I like them a lot, actually. I find them soothing. But I’m just worried about heading home, I guess.”
He nodded, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth for a quick moment before he ran a hand through his hair — which appeared to have been some sort of nervous habit of his — and turned to you, “If ever it gets really bad, you can always just stay the night. My uncle really won’t mind. He probably won’t be back until tomorrow afternoon, anyways.”
He looked away from you as he asked, but you could see the tiny hint of pink that former under the skin of his cheeks.
Stay over?
“Oh,” you cleared your throat, not even sure how to answer, “That’s kind.”
Staying overnight could mean so many things. You’d wake up in the same space as him, have to deal with probably making his uncle uncomfortable if ever you slept in later than expected, and even just the possibility of you being a gross sleeper and scarring Eddie for life. You had absolutely not planned for this to happen.
You had come to study, and ended up not even doing that at all. Struggling to bring your attention back to the movie, you tried your best to not think about staying overnight. About sleeping in the same space as Eddie, only a few feet away from him.
Goodness. What a day it’s become.
The storm had gotten worse, and by the end of the movie, you were calling home from Eddie’s phone to let your parents know you wouldn’t be home for the night.
Your dad had been hesitant, telling you he’d rather you just hitch a ride back from someone, but no one was out driving in these conditions anyways and you really just didn’t want anyone to go out of their way to come get you.
The claps of thunder were more frequent, louder, each one causing you to jump like the last. Lightning flashed thorough the open windows and illuminated the place brighter than the indoor lights could ever hope to achieve.
“Are you sure it’s no problem?” you asked for the thousandth time, throwing all of the stuff you had brought for studying back in your backpack, “I really don’t want to intrude.”
Eddie held his hand up, shushing you as he led you down the small hallway to his bedroom, “Really, I swear. You can even take the bed if you want.”
“No, no,” you protested immediately, giving him a stern look, “Absolutely not. I’ll take the couch.”
You’d feel even worse sleeping in Eddie’s bedroom, under his blankets all toasty and warm while he slept on the couch by the television, the one that you had been seated on while chatting with him for the last hour and a bit.
His bedroom was neat and pretty much exactly as you’d imagine. Posters lined the walls, bands you knew and some that you didn’t. Tapes were scattered across his dresser that sat just next to a mirror — the mirror where his guitar had been hung up like it was his prized possession. Which you knew it was.
“Nope,” he shook his head, grinning, “That crusty ol’ thing wasn’t meant for people to sleep on. Believe me, you’ll wake up feeling like all your bones are broken.”
Once again, you narrowed your eyes at him. He was impossibly stubborn. Cute as hell and sweet beyond words, but stubborn.
“You’re impossible,” you mumbled as he tossed a shirt to you. You were caught off guard, nearly missing it completely before you looked down at it. You almost laughed as you saw it, the little Hellfire logo sitting proudly in the center of it. “What’s this?”
“To sleep in,” he shrugged, one of his hands coming up to rub the back of his neck, “If you want. You don’t have to. Just figured I’d offer something more comfortable than the shirt you’re wearing now.”
You looked down at your outfit, your blouse with its little buttons would probably make for an uncomfortable rest. He was stupidly intuitive, wasn’t he?
The shirt was soft in your hands, and it took your brain a second to actually grasp the fact that he was giving you his infamous Hellfire shirt to sleep in. The thought made your ears burn hot.
“Fine,” you rolled your eyes, a hint of a smile playing at your lips, “But I really owe you big time. This is… it’s really sweet of you, Eddie.”
He gave you one of his dimpled smiles, eyes just looking into yours for a good moment before he finally spoke up, clearing his throat, “Yeah, yeah, no need to thank me. Just making sure you’re alright.”
Thunder rumbled loudly once more, rattling the trailer and causing your heart to do a flip. You weren’t used to thunderstorms out here like this. You were always home for them, where the house was steady and nothing shook. It was totally different in here, and if the storm really lasted the night, you doubted you’d catch any sleep.
“I’ll go, uh, change,” you nodded your head in the direction of the teeny bathroom, closing the door behind you before he could say anything. God, you were about to sleep in Eddie Munson’s bed. That was literally the last thing you imagined would happen when you biked over just a few hours ago.
In his damn bed. In his shirt. You didn’t think you’d ever be able to properly look him in the eye without feeling fluttery ever again. Without the thought of how his shirt smelled, which even though clean, smelled like him. Everything smelled like him and you really couldn’t think straight.
It hung loosely on your body, which made sense given how tall Eddie was, but it did the trick. You had come over in leggings, which were fine to sleep in, so at least you didn’t also have to worry about finding a new pair of pants.
Your heart was literally about to beat straight out of your rib cage.
You stepped out of the bathroom, your blouse folded neatly in your arms as you made your way to the kitchenette where your backpack was. You’d just keep it there for now and change back into it tomorrow morning before heading back home.
“Is the shirt, uh—,” Eddie stepped into the room, sentence falling short when he looked your way. You don’t even think he tried to hide the way his eyes scanned you up and down before meeting yours, an unfamiliar look in his eyes as he cleared his throat, “Is… yeah, is the shirt, uh, good?”
He pulled his gaze, suddenly looking everywhere except you. And you did the same, feeling ridiculously self conscious under the look he had just given you. He hadn’t given you a bad look, but he just seemed so caught up in the moment that you were worried he could hear your damn heartbeat.
“Yeah, thanks,” you let out a small breathy laugh, “I appreciate it.”
He nodded, taking a second before he looked back your way, “Well, bed’s all yours, teacher.”
You scoffed at the nickname, rolling your eyes and giving his shoulder a light smack as you walked by, “Ew, don’t call me that.” He let out a laugh as he followed you into the room as another rumble of thunder followed a bright flash of lightning.
“Are you sure?” you asked once more, sitting on the edge of the bed hesitantly, fiddling with the sleeves of his shirt as nerves began to flutter in your belly, “Like, I really, really don’t mind taking the couch.”
Eddie kneeled in front of you, tantalizing slowly, and placed his hands on your knees. Your breath caught in your throat as he gave a small smirk. What was he—?
“I swear, I will be okay on the couch,” he emphasized each word, patting your knees with the pads of his fingers as he did so. Each touch had your heart racing, ears burning, and stomach fluttering.
His face was close to yours, closer than it’s ever been, really. You noticed the warmth of his eyes, staring up into yours with such softness. The light freckles that dotted his cheeks. He had freckles? You never noticed them before. The smoothness of his skin, the curliness of his hair.
You had been staring at each other for a few moments now, neither of you saying anything. It was nice, the silence. Well, the rain was still rather loud, but the silence between the two of you was nice. Really nice.
“Right,” he shook his head, eyes darting to your lips before meeting your eyes once more, “I’ll let you get to sleep. I’m just going to be on the couch if you need anything.” The corners of his lips turned up into a small smile, eyes crinkling slightly at the corners before he stood up.
You nodded, muttering a quiet goodnight, still reeling from the close contact. He had been so close, so close. It almost felt cold now that he had moved away, now standing by the doorway.
He looked like he wanted to say something, words just sitting on the tip of his tongue, but he ended up just giving you a curt nod and closing the door behind him.
Oh my gosh.
There was no way you’d get any sleep tonight, what with the rain the the scent of Eddie’s bed. It was overwhelming, all of it, as you lifted up the blanket and tucked your legs under the sheets. You sat there pondering quietly to yourself; should you go ask him to switch again? Should you just tell him to sleep next to you? The bed was big enough, certainly. It was a double, so there was room for two bodies.
What a thought that was.
You had come here to tutor him. Teach him, help with his grades. Help him graduate. Not sleep next to him.
But it was funny how things worked out, wasn’t it?
You tried to squeeze your eyes shut, pretending that you were in your own bed, in your own room, and not ten feet away from Eddie. The heavy rain didn’t help, that was for sure. If anything, it kept you awake even more. You couldn’t drown out the noises, the shakes in the trailer. The smell. The warmth. The boy that was just in the other room.
It was going to be a long night.
Screw it, if you sat here long enough, you’d never get up. It had been nearly forty five minutes since Eddie had said goodnight and you hadn’t closed your eyes once. You couldn’t. You really couldn’t.
Here goes nothing.
You groaned, tossing the sheets off of your body. You were thankful for the long sleeved shirt as you did so, because the room was awfully chilly. Goosebumps spread across your arms and legs as you stood, socks touching the ground.
You were feeling awfully brave, but you figured it was because of how tired you were. Everyone had confidence when they were tired, right? You were just so out of it and dazed that things just… didn’t faze you as much.
The bedroom door creaked as you opened it, and you were immediately met by the light next to the couch. If the light was still on, that meant Eddie wasn’t asleep either.
“Everything okay?” he immediately sat upright once he saw you, ringed fingers twirling one of his curls. He looked so uncomfortable on the tiny couch, legs dangling off the end and upper body perched awkwardly. Guilt flooded your chest at the sight of him.
You nodded, “Yeah, uh—,” you couldn’t finish the sentence, looking everywhere except Eddie. Which was probably the most suspicious thing you could do, giving away exactly how awkward and uncomfortable your question was going to be.
“What’s up?” Eddie sat a bit straighter, “Do you want another blanket? I know it gets kind of cold. Or do you want one of those eye-cover things? I think my uncle has one—,”
“No, Eddie, I’m okay,” you cut him off, shaking your head at his rambling. He was too damn cute for his own good, he was.
His sentence trailed off at your interruption, furrowing his eyebrows., “Then… what is it?” He cocked his head to the side, looking you up and down as you stepped a tad closer to him.
He was still seated on the couch, but his feet were now touching the carpet, sitting properly as he rested his elbows on his knees, leaning closer like that would help him hear you better.
“I just… I can’t sleep,” you admitted, looking down at the ground for a moment, “I don’t know if it’s the thunder or just… being in an unfamiliar place.” You sighed, wondering if he got the point. Which of course he didn’t, because you were being vague as hell.
He made a face, edging you to continue, “I just… do you want to like, I don’t know, like, just… you know—,” Oh my god, just say a word. Just say a sentence. Anything. Literally anything would be better than this.
But you didn’t have to, for Eddie stood up from the couch with a smirk on his face, “Do you maybe want some company?”
His words made your chest flush and your eyes to dart to the ceiling, a small noise of complaint leaving your lips, “Ugh, don’t look so smug. You’re making me feel like a child.”
But yes, you did indeed want his company. You had never actually slept in the same bed as a boy before, let alone a boy that you knew would scare half your family away, and the thought made a nest of angry hornets bumble about in your chest. It was nauseating. But also ridiculously exciting.
“Listen, you don’t have to,” you groaned, turning away from him, “I just thought I’d ask. Pretend I never said anything, please.”
You began to walk back to his room, wanting to just hide your face in the pillow and never look at him again. Maybe you’d crawl out the window in the morning, grab your bike and leave before he could say anything to you. Then you’d just… drop out of Hawkins High and move abroad.
Yeah, that was a good plan. A decent plan.
You barely took a step before Eddie’s hand wrapped around your wrist, his skin warm to contrast the cold touch of his rings. You stopped dead in your tracks, that nest of angry hornets completely stopping as well.
“Look at me,” Eddie’s voice was quiet, soothing, as you turned around and faced him. You didn’t even hesitate. You were goddamn putty in his hands. “If the lady wants company, then company she will get.”
A laughter escaped your throat at his words, shaking your head as you heard him laugh as well. He had a contagious laughter, he really did. Sometimes you’d hear his laughter across the cafeteria, and you wouldn’t be able to fight the stupid grin that would make its way to your lips.
“Don’t make me regret this,” you pointed a finger at him, heart hammering as you walked back into his bedroom. His fingers let go of your wrist, warm skin sadly leaving yours as he followed you in, muttering a quiet ‘not a chance.’
The reality of the situation only hit you once he stepped into the room behind you, closing the door and leaving it open just a few inches so you could hear if anyone knocked or if Eddie’s uncle came back. Which would be wildly embarrassing, but you couldn’t bring yourself to think about that now as you eyed the bed.
Eddie flopped down, one of his hands behind his head as he pat the spot next to him.
“Kind of hard to sleep when you’re standing up,” he raised his eyebrows, dimple visible, “So I’d recommend the first step; lying down.”
You scowled at him, picking the pillow and smacking him across the chest, “Ha, very funny. Eddie Munson, peak comedian. I’m in stitches.”
Slowly sitting down on the edge of the bed, you noticed the sheets were still warm from when you had cocooned yourself in here before.
“I’ll have you know I’m actually very funny,” he placed a hand over his heart, giving you a look as if to say he was offended. You rolled your eyes at him, trying your best to sneak under the covers while he was too distracted talking to you. Maybe it wouldn’t be as awkward that way.
“Hilarious,” you muttered one last time, officially scooting under the blankets and next to Eddie. He was still on top of the sheets, leaning up against the headboard as you placed your head on his pillow.
He grinned, moving down a bit so his own head was now resting on the other pillow, “The sarcasm isn’t appreciated, tutor.”
Your jaw dropped as you turned to face him, resting your head on your hand, “Woah, the formalities once again. That’s mean.”
The heavy rain seemed to now be in the back of your mind, all of your focus and attention now trained on Eddie and how close he was to you. If he was under the sheets, you were nearly a thousand percent sure that there would be some kind of contact between the two of you. Arms, knees, something.
Maybe that’s why he stayed on top; he didn’t want to make you uncomfortable. Or maybe it was the other way around and he wasn’t comfortable being under the blankets. Which was fine, you obviously wouldn’t pressure him. That’d be shitty on your part.
Sitting here in the comfortable silence, the quiet of his room, you didn’t feel like his tutor anymore. It felt different, intimate. You kept your fingers crossed that Max Mayfield wouldn’t see you leaving his trailer tomorrow morning — you just knew she’d tell the boys, who would then tell the rest of the Hellfire Club, who would then bring it back up to Eddie.
The thought of the word getting around that you were here, pathetically asking Eddie to sleep next to you made your skin crawl.
“The next step,” Eddie cut your thoughts short, “Is to stop thinking of random shit.” You looked over at him, taking in the way he was resting back on the pillow with his eyes closed, arms across his abdomen. “My eyes are closed but I can damn near hear your brain whirring.”
You frowned, staring back up at the ceiling, “My brain isn’t whirring, thank you very much.” He let out a laugh at your defensive tone, adjusting himself slightly so his legs could rest straight without hanging off the end of the bed.
“Just try and sleep,” he sounded amused, causing your frown to deepen as you closed your eyes.
You felt so much calmer with him next to you. Like his presence brought comfort, causing your muscles to relax and your breathing to even. You were surprised, actually. You thought that once he was next to you, you’d actually have a heart attack.
But it seemed Eddie felt the same — he was silent, comfortable, and zoning out quicker than you expected.
A grin made its way to your lips as you let out a content sigh, snuggling further into the pillow and finally, finally dozing off.
The rain had stopped. That’s how you knew it was the morning.
It was quiet, the light pouring in through behind the dusty curtains. There wasn’t a single noise. Nothing outside, no birds, no walking around the trailer, meaning Eddie’s uncle wasn’t back.
Holy shit.
Eddie.
Your eyes shot open, body nearly jerking upright as you remembered that he was in the same bed as you.
There was a weight over your abdomen, your eyes slowly moving down to see what it could be. Eddie’s arm, tattooed and warm, was resting across your waist.
Your heart summersaulted as you took in the sight and turned to look at his face.
He was out cold, facing you. His hair was tickling your shoulder, long eyelashes brushing the apples of his cheeks as he slept. He was under the blankets now, cozied up and looking more peaceful than you’ve ever seen. You were too tired, too zoned out to actually realize what was happening. That you were here, practically cuddled up to him.
The only thing you did was break into a small smile before closing your eyes, scooting a tad closer to him and feeling yourself fall back into what was possibly the best sleep of your life.
found this idea by a post by @col0rlord ! Apologies if it’s a little long ! I got a little carried away
summary - it’s the end of the world, and luther is getting married. once your ‘secret’ admirer sees you all dressed up, it’s all over for the poor boy. (i’m adding a little singing scene because i’m a cliché motherfucker)
warnings - spoilers for season three, cursing
“I’ve barely even started and you look so good!” Sloane let out a happy squeal as she carefully applied the black eyeliner to your eyelid.
“I don’t how how you managed to convince me to let you to do this.” You tensely muttered, gingerly scratching at your thigh so you wouldn’t smack Sloane’s hand away from your face. “I hate shit near my eyes.” In fact, you knew exactly why you were letting Sloane do this. More than half her family was fucking dead. Marcus, Alphonso, Jayme, Fei, and Christopher. You didn’t know her well, but if Luther liked her so much to where they wanted to get married, she must be someone special. Sloane at least deserved this much.
“I know, but I promise I won’t be very long.” She hummed out, being very careful to not make you uncomfortable. Well, more uncomfortable than you already were as she was now applying mascara.
“Sloane, I swear if that thing gets in my eyes-”
“Shh, it won’t!” She said with a giggle, putting a hand on your shoulder to try and get you to relax. “This is nice, y’know? You’re like a little sister I’ve never had.” She smiled, and your shoulders relaxed.
“Keep in mind, I’m technically older than you.” You reminded her. “I just look like a prepubescent teenage girl who doesn’t know what foundation matches her skin tone.”
“Do you know what foundation matches your skin tone?”
“…Sloane, I wasn’t exactly wearing makeup while I lived in the end of the world.”
“I know that, silly.” She breathed out, finally pulling the mascara away from your eyelashes. You blinked uncomfortably, blowing a strand of hair from your face. “Oh, maybe I should have done shadow before mascara…” Sloane reached to her cotton candy pink makeup bag and pulled out a few palettes.
“You do know what you’re doing, yeah?” You grit your teeth a bit. “No offense, Sloane, I really do not want to go down there looking like a crazy person.”
She giggled and spread out the options for you to choose from. “You pick one of these, and I’ll go from there, okay?”
You hesitated and picked up the one that looked the most casual. You didn’t need bright and shiny colors, thank you very much. “Please take it easy.” You said as she excitedly grabbed the item from you and a couple brushes.
“Don’t worry, you’ll look gorgeous for Five. He’ll love it.” She cooed out, about to apply the first shade until you pulled your head back in surprise.
“Huh? Who said anything about Five?” You defended, but you could feel your face getting a little warm.
“Hm…I didn’t think I put that much blush on you.” She teased, gently guiding you forward so she could get started. “What, you and Five aren’t a thing at all?”
“What led you to think that?” You mumbled, the embarrassment written all over your face.
“Oh honey…” she giggled as you scrunched your face up while she applied the colors to your eyelids. “You may not have noticed over all the soft bickering you both like to indulge in…but the looks you give each other are very sweet. The way you both reach for each other when you sense danger.” She only laughed again when you furrowed your eyebrows in skepticism, eyes closed but the message getting across.
“…whatever…” you mumbled.
“Oh, I don’t think I told you how angry he got when our families first met.” Sloane hummed out. “Remember when I kinda tossed a vase at you and it broke over your head? Knocked you out?”
“Don’t remind me. That shit hurt, Sloane!”
“I know, I know! I’m sorry!” She quickly said, but continued here story. “Five saw your head bleeding and you on the floor, and I’ve never seen someone look angrier. I’ve never even seen Ben look that mad. It was like I had killed someone’s mother or something.” She said softly, pulling the brushes away which signaled she was done.
“He’s my friend, Sloane. Of course he was worried.” You softly defended, quietly cursing out yourself. Oh how badly you wanted Sloane to be right. But you really didn’t want your final emotion before the end of everything to be one of heartbreak after confessing and being rejected. Spending so much time with someone in the apocalypse can lead to some intense feelings. Five kept you sane for so long, while driving you mad at the same time with his stubbornness and sass.
“Hun, you aren’t understanding me.” Sloane sighed with a gentle smile as she grabbed a container of lip gloss. “There’s being worried, and then there’s being scared shitless. After he knocked me away, the way he picked you up was so gentle. You were like fine china in his arms. The fear in his eyes was so prominent. I really think he’s in love with you. Just wait until he sees you, his eyes are going to pop out of his head.” She held your face in her hands as she applied the lip gloss. “Dance with him tonight, okay? See how it goes.”
“…damn it, Sloane.” You breathed out with a chuckle, reluctantly agreeing and she squealed happily.
“Yay! Be sure to tell me all about it!” She said, standing up as she was now finished. She pulled you up and dragged you to a full-length mirror, and your eyes widened like quarters when you saw your reflection.
You were never one for dressing fancy in dresses. You usually stuck to suits, since that’s what you and Five did Commission work in. Dresses were hard to murder people in. Plus, you’d feel bad staining a beautiful dress with blood. You knew you could look good without dressing up, but this side of you wasn’t that bad. The way the dress fit your body perfectly astounded you. The makeup looked wonderful. You had truly underestimated Sloane. She’d done your hair exactly the way you wanted too.
“So..? Do you like it?” Sloane asked with a nervous smile.
“I look like a girl on prom night…gross…I love it.” You mumbled, trying to make up your mind. Sloane just laughed and pulled you in for a hug.
“I’m so glad you think so! Thanks for agreeing to be my maid of honor, by the way.” She smiled, and you could feel the pure joy radiating from her. You would never admit it, but you truly were glad you could help Sloane in this way.
“Yeah, it’s no big deal.” You shrugged with a cough, and Sloane pulled away, beaming.
“Let’s go, then! You gotta go get your man!” She started toward the door.
“Wait, Sloane.” You quickly called, staying at your spot in front of the mirror with a soft frown.
She turned and tilted her head. “Is everything okay?”
“Just…do you really think Five will like it?” You asked quietly, but just loud enough to hear. “He’s never seen me in this attire. What if he doesn’t like it, Sloane?”
She gave you a smile and walked back over to you, taking your smaller hands in her warm ones. She really was like a big sister, despite the fact you were technically much older. “You’re overthinking this. I know Five is going to be head over heels for you. How could he not be? If he has something else to say, he can march right over to me and tell me his complaint. Okay?”
“…thank you, Sloane.” You said softly, before pulling her into a hug. She was definitely shocked, as she didn’t expect you to initiate the hug. “Don’t tell anybody about this though, okay?”
“Aww…of course.” She smiled, hugging back for a few moments before pulling away. “Okay, now let’s go!”
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“Where is she..?!” Five quietly hissed under his breath, pacing back and forth in the wedding venue that was managed to get set up. Everybody else was here, so where were you? You told him you would be there, that’s the only reason he agreed to go.
“Now, what are you so worried about this time?!”
Shit. He should have kept his mouth shut and have stayed still. Klaus came sauntering over, his usual carefree smile on his face.
“Nothing, Klaus.” Five breathed out in irritation.
“Ohhhh, you are waiting for your little girlfriend..!” Klaus teased, wiggling his shoulders suggestively.
Five turned and gave him a sharp glare. “How many times have I told you? She is not my girlfriend.”
“You want her to beeeee!”
“Klaus! Shut up or I’ll end you before the Kugelblitz does.”
“Ohh, don’t be so mean. It’s a wedding!” Klaus exclaimed, not paying much attention to Five’s irritation. “I bet she’s just getting all dressed up! With makeup and all!” He hummed. “And she’s gonna come down and have her Disney princess moment, and you’re gonna be all flabbergasted like ‘oh you look so beautiful, go out with me!’ Exactly like that!”
Five’s eye twitched. Klaus may be slightly right, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t annoying. Before Five could snap back with a response, the elevator dinged and the doors open. The sight that fell on Five’s eyes made his mouth fall open like a complete idiot.
There you were. Like a princess. Hair just the way he’d envisioned it would be, dressed in the color that just worked for you. The way it brought out your eyes astounded Five. The way it showed off your body perfectly, good god. There was a plethora of body types out there, all beautiful, but yours? Like a goddess. He’d been everywhere anybody could imagine, but never anywhere did Five see someone as remarkable as the girl he’d crushed on since he was a boy. He’d seen so many things, but nothing could take his breath away like you could.
Take his breath away was right, Five realized he wasn’t breathing. He turned away and quietly gasped for some air, turning back around as soon as he could.
“Well, who knew you could dress up so nice?!” Klaus announced with a big grin, soft claps coming from the others.
“Shut up or I’ll end you before the Kugelblitz does, Klaus.” You mumbled.
Klaus chuckled nonchalantly. “Funny, Five said something similar earlier.” He hummed, putting a hand on your back. “Speaking of! He was looking for you, go say hi!”
Five’s eyes widened. ‘Thanks a lot, brother,’ he thought with a hint of annoyance. He caught a glimpse of you whispering to Klaus for a sec, but Klaus didn’t seem much for conversation and he lightly pushed you over to him. You didn’t seem to like that considering the shoes you were in.
“Klaus, I’m in heels-!” You yelped, and Five watched as your foot slipped.
“Shit-!” He hissed and blinked right over to where you were and caught you before you could hit the ground. “Klaus, you absolute idiot!” What was Klaus thinking? She’s never worn heels a day in her life! He recalled that you hated heels. You always resorted to nice looking loafers for missions, never heels.
Klaus feigned shock and covered his open mouth with his hand. “Oh, I am so sorry! You caught her, though!”
Five rolled his eyes and simply blinked to somewhere else in the room, looking at you. Your eyes really were beautiful. “How bad did Sloane beg to get you to wear those, my friend?” He raised an eyebrow and cracked a smile, helping you stand up straight. He had to steady you before you spoke, and you crossed your arms.
“She just…has these eyes, Five.” You groaned, but you had that face where you were annoyed but were also endeared by something. He saw that look a lot.
“You shoulda just said no.” Five chuckled with a shake of his head. “You still would look astonishing without them.”
He only realized what he had said when the awkward silence hit the both of them like a truck. ‘I really just said that.’ Then he caught that smile. It was shy. Timid. Your face would darken with blush, and even though you would turn your face away, you were so perfect.
“…thanks, Five.” You said, rubbing your arm. “You look astonishing, too.”
Before he could respond, the elevator dinged and out came the bride. You smiled a mischievous smile.
“Gotta go, Five. We’ll talk later.” You pat his shoulder and people got in their ‘places’. Luther and Sloane at the altar, Klaus being the one officiating the wedding so he stood in between them. Viktor took his spot near Luther, while you took yours near Sloane.
As Klaus spat some wedding nonsense with his own little twist, Five found himself not able to focus on his brother and sister-in-law. His eyes were on you. What the hell was wrong with him? He could hardly even focus, and his face felt hot. His palms were sweaty and his stomach was churning. His throat felt tight, as if someone was choking him. But he knew what being choked felt like, and it definitely did not feel like this. It was like you had a chokehold on him. Every time his eyes flickered away from you, something made him look right back to your celestial figure.
Soon enough, the I do’s were said, and the group dispersed to allow Luther and Sloane their dance. Just as Five was about to go right to you, Sloane got to you first. She caught Five’s eyes and giggled softly, giving him a knowing smile before talking quietly to you. Five silently watched your facial expressions, trying to get a read on what was happening. He also just adored looking at your face.
Sloane smiled, and you made a face of annoyance. She made a face of pleading, and you hesitated before answering with a roll of your eyes, leading to a very happy Sloane.
Five wondered what it was about Sloane that made you agree to do things for her so easily. Nonetheless, he admired the way you would do things out of your comfort zone to make her happy after all that shit that went down the past few days. It was terrible just thinking that you had been dead in the apocalypse before he found you, so he could only imagine Sloane’s heartbreak after five of her siblings died so close together.
Five was about to blink and go see what you were up to, but he saw you grab the mic and he understood. Sloane wanted you to sing. Hell, he wasn’t complaining. You would sing a lot during the end of the world while you were together and he would never get sick of hearing your angelic voice. He shot you a smile and walked over to the alcohol. If Five wanted to dance at all with you, he was gonna need a little courage.
Luther and Sloane walked to the dance floor, and you tried finding an instrumental for a song you wanted. Five smiled at the look of concentration on your face. Eventually you found it and stepped in the opening and began to sing.
“When I was a child, my eyes were clear, I saw the good side
That's the kind of second sight that doesn't last too long
Then when I was lost, I heard a voice that brought me healing
That's the kind of special hope he brought me with his song
People only saw the doctor, lawyer, Indian chief
But he was just a lonely little boy to me
With his sweet and gentle touch he sure unlocked my soul
So in return I surely want to help to set him free”
You weren’t sure why you had picked this song. It was a wedding, so you needed to pick something lovey-dovey, right? Sloane didn’t specify what she wanted, would this be okay? A showtune? Maybe not the greatest wedding song ever. Then as you kept singing, you realized exactly why you picked this song. That lonely little boy…with a sweet and gentle touch was the boy you’d been in love with for so long.
“Yeah, now I wanna see him fly, fly
I’ll be your alibi, my baby
Fly, fly, fly away
We didn't get to say goodbye, goodbye
No need to tell me why, my baby
Maybe it's because you'll fly back home to me one day”
Five silently watched you stand and sing. He recognized the song very quickly, you’d heard it after the two of you returned home and you would quietly sing it to yourself. He watched as passion slowly started to fill those beautiful eyes. You chose this song for a reason.
“Men who they call real were really fakes who left me nothing
But this man they call a fake gave me something real
I've known cruel men with Christian names that taught me manners
But this man without a name taught me how to feel
They only saw the magic tricks, the smoke and mirrors
Was I the only one to ever see the boy?
So now they want to clip his precious wings and bring him down
But in his heart and soul's the kind of good they can't destroy”
You found your eyes wandering to Five sitting alone, a glass of alcohol in hand. Instead of focusing on his drink, he was looking directly at you. He usually had such an intense look on his face, but he looked so…gentle. And soft. It was the look of the boy you fell head over heels with. You met men at the Commission who gaped at you, stared in awe, but in reality they didn’t do anything for you. Five gave you everything you could ever ask for. Without trying, he’d taught you so much and you loved him for it. Sometimes you felt as if nobody knew this soft side of Five, not even his own siblings. Five getting attacked physically by Commission lackeys and emotionally by his siblings hurt you so bad. Deep down, you knew Five had such a good heart, and cared so much about you and his family.
“So now I wanna see him fly, fly
I'll be your alibi, my baby
Fly, fly, fly away
We didn't get to say goodbye, goodbye
No need to tell me why, my baby
Maybe it's because you'll fly back home to me one day,”
Five stood up immediately once he saw the tears start to form in your eyes during a particular line. We didn’t get to say goodbye. The two of you truly did not get to say goodbye when you both were sent off into the apocalypse. He had screwed up and landed the two of you in different time periods of the apocalypse. You were stuck in the past of the apocalypse, while he was further ahead. He had screwed you over so bad, but you forgave him and greeted him with open eyes. He spotted Diego and Lila slowly go over to the dance floor, and Five decided he wanted to dance with somebody.
“Baby, when you're in the clouds, please keep a lookout
Maybe, darling, find a hideaway for you and I, you and I”
You had to stop a grimace from appearing. Ew, feeling emotions. You felt the tears in your eyes and tried to force them down, but it was hard to stop them. That’s when you saw someone making his way toward you. The look on Five’s face was unreadable, which you never thought you’d say. You were usually able to tell somewhat what Five was thinking. Without a word, Five gently grabbed your waist, despite the fact you were occupied with singing a very emotional ballad, and he gently led you to the dance floor along with Luther, Sloane, Diego, and Lila. Looking into the eyes of the boy you’d pined after for so long…man, it does things.
“And now I wanna see you fly, fly
I'll be your alibi, my baby
Fly, fly, fly away
We didn't get to say goodbye, goodbye,”
Five felt terrible seeing the tears roll down your pretty face as you sang your sweet little heart out. Your eyes screwed shut and you maneuvered so that only he would be the one seeing you cry. He was the one who got to see you so vulnerable. The fact you were crying, singing, and now dancing in heels was incredible to him. All he wanted to do was make you feel safe. You two weren’t able to say goodbye before, but before this new apocalypse, you two would be able to say goodbye.
“No need to tell me why, my baby
Maybe it's because you'll fly back home to me one day
And I'll be waiting for you there
You'll fly back home to me one day”
You allowed yourself to weep openly in front of Five as you sang. You weren’t one to go rattling off your emotions all the time, and you despised thinking about your time in the apocalypse. This was the first time you released how you felt about it in some way. Five’s hand slowly reached up and touched the side of your face, using a thumb to wipe away a tear. Five took the mic, blinked away and put it back where you found it, and put on some other song. He was right back to you.
“You know…in all my years I never thought my breath would quite literally be taken away by someone.” Five said softly, his hands gentle on your waist.
“Oh, you’re just saying that.” You chuckled softly. “I sang a pretty song, that’s it. Wasn’t even too good. Her vocals do not match mine.” You replied, earning a soft sigh from Five.
“How many years have we spent our time together?” He asked seriously, tilting his head and squinting his eyes. He took a deep breath, like he was preparing himself. “Goddamn it, it’s the end of the world, so why not? I like you, okay?”
You hesitated. Was Five being serious? He wasn’t the type to pull pranks. “I…sure hope you would like me somewhat, we’ve seen each other almost every day for many years-”
“You know what kind of like I’m talking about.” He gave you an expectant look. Was he confessing to you right now? You never thought you’d see the day. “I’ve seen all sides of you and I like all of them. Even the one that argues with me when I’m right.” This earned a chuckle from you. “Like I said, it’s the end of the world, so might as well tell you now. I saw you tonight and knew you were the only one right for me. You have every right to reject me. Terrible timing, I know.” He chuckled lightly. “Judging by how passionately you stared at me while singing that song, I’m inclined to believe you feel the same. Do you?”
You were practically speechless. “Five…” you could feel your face heating up again. “Idiot, what the hell took you so long?”
“Well, better late than never.” He hummed, a smug smile on his face. “Come on, you have to admit it now.”
“I’m not admitting anything, Five.” You huffed, averting your eyes to Sloane, who looked very very excited as she looked at you both.
Five clicked his tongue. “Well then, I suppose I’ll just have to go get a drink.” He started to pull his hands away but you were quick to pull them back.
“No! God, you’re such an ass.” You mumbled in irritation, before closing your eyes and sighing. “I like you a lot, Five. Maybe even love you. I think I’ve loved you for a long time.”
“Finally you admitted it, you stubborn bastard.” He teased, and before you could start to protest, he had suddenly teleported the two of you to a more secluded area of the room. “Well, I love you too.” He hummed softly, gently taking your face in his hands. He cleared his throat, almost nervously. Was Five nervous? That was unusual for him.
“Five..?”
“You have every right to say no, but…” he took a deep breath, averting eye contact for a few moments before looking you right in the eyes. “May I kiss you?” He breathed out shakily.
Now that was something you didn’t expect. Five was standing there, timidly asking if he could kiss you. His touch was sweet and gentle, like it usually was when you two touched.
“Of course you can kiss me, Five.” You chuckled softly, your own face very hot while you tried to play it off. You could see the relief in his eyes at your answer, and he stepped closer to you.
When Five’s lips touched yours, he was so incredibly mad at himself that he didn’t do this before. How long could he have been doing this with someone like you? How long could he have been holding you? Kissing you? Doing all these sickening, cheesy, romantic things with you? Why did his stubborn ass wait until the end of everything? He was such a dumbass. At the same time, he was addicted to this. The way your lips moved against his, like they belonged together. He could feel you smile into the kiss, and that made him feel things he’d never felt before. This was making you happy, and that’s what mattered.
When he pulled away, he lifted a finger to your lips to prevent you from saying anything.
“We’ll get to say goodbye this time, okay?” He said gently, keeping his hand on your face in hopes it would make you believe him. “I promise you that.”
He felt your face lightly lean into his hand. “We better, or I’ll kick your ass, Number Five.” You mumbled, and he laughed ever since slightly. That was you, ‘threatening’ him every ten seconds.
Suddenly, there was a loud obnoxious gasp from somewhere somewhat nearby, and Five cursed.
“I knew it!” Klaus cheered. “Luther, you owe me fifty bucks, dear brother!!”
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A fic where the eternals don't know you're a thing with Druig until they see years of photos of you and him all over your house.❤
note: am i crying?? maybe.... i took some creative liberty with this one, but kept the main request there <3 i hope you all enjoy as much as i did. idc that its november,,, christmas now..
pairing: druig x (f)reader
summary: the holidays bring your large family of eternals over to celebrate. when they walk into your home and see photo after photo of you and druig, they realize something that has been under their noses for millenia
warnings: sweet sweet puppy love n lovey dovey druig
wc: 1k
Christmas wasn’t a holiday that Eternals celebrated, in fact, you weren’t sure if there were any that they did. Nevertheless, for the sake of old times and catching up on how eternal life was, you were all going to celebrate this year. It had been decided that you would be throwing the event, as it was known that you were the best event planner there ever had been.
The stone cottage you owned in the French countryside was the perfect venue. The interior was cozy, the walls plastered in photos and paintings, the floor with mismatched carpets and rugs. There was a small kitchen that led into the living room, warmed by a brick fireplace. The tree was decorated with an assortment of tinsel and ornaments that glittered from the flames.
“Druig!” You call, hoping to reach your husband on the modest second floor. The mug you held in your hands was filled with your favorite: hot chocolate. You double and triple check the food in the oven and that the cookies had been set out. The fireplace was cracking loudly, the ambiance just right. Eventually, you hear the rhythm of footsteps down the staircase, indicating that your husband was about to come rob you of your sweet drink.
“Yes, my darling?” He approaches you from behind, sneaking a kiss onto your temple, “Ooh, is that hot chocolate?”
You roll your eyes playfully, but you don’t resist when his arm reaches around yours and removes the mug from your hand. “You’d better plan on making me more, you thief.”
Druig slips his arm around your waist as he sips on the drink. He pulls your body against his and moves gently with the old Sinatra record playing from the living room. The man gives you a puppy-eyed look, “Oh but of course, my darling wife.”
You lean your head back and rest it on his with closed eyes, “I made your favorites.”
Your voice is nearly a whisper, but an excited hum escapes him. Gently, he takes your hand and twirls you much like he had in the countless dances you’d shared before. “Oh, how I love you, Y/N.”
He traps you between the counter and his body, peppering your face with kisses remnant of the hot chocolate that was once yours. Your hand finds its way to his low back, fingertips grazing over the knit sweater.
The harsh knock on the door startles you both. This is followed by a troubled Kingo shouting, “Let us in! It’s freezing!”
“Oops!” You giggle. Druig sneaks in one more kiss before letting you shuffle towards the door. You swing the door open, greeting everyone. A swift blur lets you know that Makkari has shot right past you and straight towards the fireplace. Snowflakes flurry in the air after her.
“Come on in guys! Welcome!” You squeak, “Please leave your shoes right by the door”
“I hope you heard that Makkari!” Kingo can hardly finish his sentence before there is another brief flash and a pair of boots wobble to a stop on the wooded floor. They file in one by one after the movie star, some shivering more than others.
“There are blankets on the couches and next to the tree,” You tell them in between greetings, “And there is cocoa on the stove.”
You shut the door securely after they all enter, adjusting so that all their shoes are against the wall with your foot.
“Oh, you’re already here?” You hear from the other room. It was Kingo asking the question.
Knowing Druig, he’s probably responded by momentarily raising his brows or with a curt nod.
“Dude, look at these,” Sprite drags Kingo and Ikaris to the wall where all your pictures are hung.
“What the…” Kingo mutters in disbelief, then shrieking, “I missed the wedding?!”
“Wedding?” Ajak looks a tad intrigued, joining the other Eternals at the wall. There are a plethora of photos. Not just the wedding, but the many vacations and triumphs you held. Plenty of candid photos that caught Druig in a softer light that the others didn’t often see.
“That is so much good content for my documentary wasted!” Kingo huffs. Sprite has a look of disbelief on her face.
“Like, when did this all even happen? It hasn’t even been like a thousand years since we last saw each other?”
Phastos grins, placing a gift under the tree. “If you guys paid more attention you would’ve seen it coming.”
You glance to Druig, who is smugly sipping his cocoa and sitting on one of the recliners closest to the fireplace. He throws you a wink. “You’ve lost your chance boys, I beat you to it.”
Sersi grins at you, wiggling her fingers as if to say “show me the ring!”. You girls all gather around, forming a little huddle as you reveal your sparkling ring. Phastos had helped make it. A gorgeous golden band, intricate and delicate, holding a gorgeous pear stone that matched the hue of your husband's eyes. His ring had threads of magic that matched your own. Thena smiles proudly, pulling Gilgamesh closer to look. Ajak turns to you, her fingers pushing a strand of hair from your face.
“I’m so very happy for you.”
“Thank you, Ajak.” You hum, leaning into her touch.
“Alright. Enough of the gossip. I want to try some of this food.” Gilgamesh grumbles, moving towards the kitchen. The room erupts in laughter and everyone but you and Druig crowds into the kitchen to serve themselves dinner.
You offer him a hand which he takes, joining you in standing. Even you can see that the infatuation in his eyes is just as strong as it was the day he first laid eyes on you. “Mine forever?”
“Forever.” He presses a kiss to your forehead, where you can just peek at the message Makkari was signing to you:
“You even have him in the matching Christmas socks? You’ve impressed me!”
You grin at her, leaning into your husband, so very happy that your family surrounds you.
Summary: Junho has been searching every corner to find you since you've been missing, finally, he found you.
Warning: none I think.
A/n: so basically instead of Junho finding his brother, he search for you.
Junho's breathing wasn't loud behind the mask, it was the complete opposite. Calm. Relaxed. As if he was on a yacht sailing away from every problem on this planet. But for some reason, Number 28 had their eyes on him constantly, as if they knew that he wasn't the real Number 29. All the workers stood in a line behind trays, serving food for all the hungry players before bedtime, and they gulped it down eagerly. How could they not? It was only some sweet bread and water. Yet again, he did not care for anyone that was playing, except you.
His eyes scattered around to search between all the players that were queued for the food, and finally, he saw you.
Why? Why?
His mind couldn't grip the fact that you would ever enter such an idiotic game, and for what? If you need money so badly why didn't you come to him, he'd give you everything he has and more. If only you'd ask him. He thought that he knew everything about you, apparently not.
Why do you need the money?
It was a question he'll never know.
After a few minutes, you stood in front of him, grabbing the food that he gave you. He was surprisingly nervous, even though you didn't know it was him behind the mask, it still feard him that you find out. You're a smart person.
“Uh, this bread is squished. Could I get a new one?” You asked, voice weak and shirt bloody.
He couldn't bear to see you like this. He didn't know how to act; should he give you a new one or stay quiet? He didn't want to be exposed, so he did nothing to help you with the squished bun.
You sighed angrily. “Bastard...” and you turned to go to your group.
That pained him. Junho wishes that he could give you a thousand pieces of bread from the most expensive bakery, not this cheap crap. But he had to stay low.
He sighed.
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You groaned uncomfortably, tossing and turning on your mattress before you stood up and walked to the closed door, banging on it.
“Hey, mister.”
Junho immediately looked up, smiling at your voice. He's missed you so much.
“I need to use the bathroom.”
He opened the door without any arguments, which surprised you because you've seen what hell that lady had to go through to use the toilets. You slowly stepped outside, trailing behind him as he led you quietly. You were behind him, like a lost puppy and he was your leader.
Once you arrived, he closed the door behind him and turned to you. Before you could enter one of the stalls he grabbed your wrist, making you gasp in suprise, and look at him with wide eyes.
“Wha–”
You couldn't finish your sentence, with the other hand he pulled the mask up and let out a breath, his shoulders rising and falling. At that point, your eyes got even wider if possible, jaw opened and you began to tear up.
“Junho? No...” You gulped. “Y-You're one of t-them...”
His eyes widen and he quickly shook his head side to side, grabbing both your arms and stared into your eyes, pushing you back until you felt the sink behind you.
“It's not like that, I...” He sighed. “I've been looking for you.”
It took your breath away, you didn't know whether to be happy or angry at him. Happy that you could finally see the love of your life before you face death. Or angry that your boyfriend is risking his own life for you.
“Please, Junho, go home–”
“Why did you enter the game?” He quickly cut you off, his expression suddenly angry. “If you needed money, I could have given it to you.”
You laughed, almost like a maniac. It wasn't funny at all, but he did not know the deep shit that you're in.
“No, Junho, you couldn't have...” You whispered, looking down at your trembling legs.
He sighed again and scanned your face. You looked a lot rougher than usual, but that was due to lack of sleep and nourishment. Your clothes were all bloody, whether you or he know who it belonged to. But still, he grabbed your chin, forcing you to look at him and he leaned in. It made your heart flutter, almost like a hormonal teenager. His lips capture yours in a slow, sensual movement. His other hand held your hand tightly.
You broke the kiss, turning your head to the side. “Go, Junho, even if you beg me to leave I won't...I need this money.”
He stayed quiet, scanning your face again and he could see the tears that built up in your eyes.
What you didn't know is that he will stay here. Forever if he has to, just for your sake. For your safety.
He won't leave. Not without you.
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