MASTERLIST
Updated: 14/06/22
Works: 38
80s Movies
BTS
Harry Potter [coming soon]
Stranger Things
YOU ARE THE REASON
trying on a metaphor
Aqua Utopia|海の底で記憶を紡ぐ

Andulka
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
hello vonnie

Discoholic 🪩

❣ Chile in a Photography ❣
almost home

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Janaina Medeiros
will byers stan first human second

Origami Around
ojovivo
Game of Thrones Daily
wallacepolsom
Claire Keane
DEAR READER

Kiana Khansmith
Xuebing Du
seen from Lithuania

seen from United States
seen from United States

seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Nepal

seen from Australia

seen from Malaysia

seen from Malaysia

seen from Malaysia

seen from United States

seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States

seen from United States

seen from Paraguay
seen from Canada
seen from Malaysia
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MASTERLIST
Updated: 14/06/22
Works: 38
80s Movies
BTS
Harry Potter [coming soon]
Stranger Things
Jeon Jungkook- Could've Beens
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In which it's the last day of school.
Anything could happen.
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𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤: The aches and pains of growing up. Teens getting drunk. Occasional swearing. Long.
It seemed there wasn't an hour between my first macaroni necklace and my graduation just like there weren't five minutes between Jem and I screaming 80s tunes down the rocky highway in her brand new Chevy and sitting here on the beach at sunset wondering where had all the time gone and how we got all the way here.
Someone from the other side of the big table had the vision of driving down to the beach for one last goodbye before college. Some other tables caught wind and told some other people and before I knew it I was sipping lemonade on the sand as Jem joked with people she had never joked with before.
Hell, she didn't even know who they were.
Kim Taehyung- While It Lasted
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In which you discover how much love truly costs.
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𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤: sensual Tae, swearing, romance, manipulation, toxic relationship, heartbreak.
"I mean this is the happiest I've seen you in a long time."
Melanie searched my face for any evidence against this face but she couldn't find it.
It was the honest truth.
I was so happy that I had to concentrate on the restaurant around me just so I wouldn't liquify in my chair- whether it be the people peeping to see what we ordered, the woman complaining about linen charge or the staff flirting behind the bar.
I was so happy that I didn't want to talk too much in case I sounded insane. I had always been the pessimistic one between us both, laughing self-deprecatingly when Melanie stumbled in messily from a hookup but cried when she went to sleep it off.
"Well," I blush and chuckle modestly, grounding myself by gripping the slim stem of the wine glass "I am. He's just- who I am now."
I saw her sisterly cogs turning.
"And before you say don't become too dependent on him I'm not," I point watching her smirk knowingly into the rim of the glass "It's a perfect balance, we're seeing each other casually and being all over each other sometimes."
It doesn't make sense.
This kind of luck didn't exist anymore with people being too awkward to meet face to face or getting carried away behind screens and instantly begging for something more. This was rare and it would take a lot for me to even think about letting it go.
"Well," she raises her glass of wine elegantly by the stem, grinning with dumbfounded pride "fuck you and your perfect life."
I laugh but there were worse things to be sworn at for. I didn't believe in luck or the manifesting stuff I caught on late-night tv sometimes but I owe someone a pretty big favour for having a great job, a fantastic new relationship and a perfect new life in just a couple of months since moving.
"To the perfect man," I toast and the wine sloshes and glasses clink.
𝐣𝐮𝐧𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲 | 𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
summary you're a single mom living three trailers down. eddie thinks you're the prettiest girl he's ever seen. queue smiley face oatmeal, grossly misused power tools, desserts on the living room floor, a haircut, and an abundance of nerd metaphors [15k]
warnings teen mom!reader, fem!reader, r is junie's birth mother, fluff, hurt/comfort, eddie ends up being a total girl dad (<3), mutual pining, yearning etc, tw for not having much money, general loneliness, mentions of a shitty/traumatic pregnancy, general mom struggles :(, slowburn friends to lovers, you wash eddie's hair!!!! this was low-key requested by anon
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Eddie opens the door and finds a little girl on the steps of his house. Little girl feels generous – she's barely more than a baby. In a set of tiny matching pajamas and white socks stained green from the morning grass, she looks up at him with wide, sad eyes.
"Hey," he says carefully. "Hey, sweetheart."
"Good morning," she says, though it comes out blurry.
"Good morning," he repeats with a breathless laugh, instantly endeared.
He curls his hand around the railing and squats down. She really is very cute and obviously well looked after, although he realises upon closer inspection that she's been crying.
"Where's your mommy?" Eddie feels silly as he asks, but what else do you say when you find kids by themselves?
He's not really expecting her to know the answer. She pouts her small mouth and Eddie freezes up.
"Mommy.” Her breath quivers.
"Don't cry," he says very gently.
It doesn't work, obviously, and she starts whimpering in a way that turns Eddie's heart entirely.
"Let's find mommy, okay? Do you wanna do that? Wanna come and find mommy with me?"
"Yes," she says, though it quickly draws up into a sharp cry.
Eddie treks down the stairs and turns back, waiting. The little girl looks down at the steps and her eyebrows furrow as she places one foot after the other, looking like her socks are stuck to a fly trap.
He holds his hand out. "You got it," he says encouragingly, wiggling his fingers.
Her relief is palpable. Her brows smooth as she takes his hand, so small he can cover her entire palm with the meat of his thumb. She wobbles down the steps and then hesitates at the damp ground awaiting.
Eddie drops his gaze to her wet feet.
I really loved facade. It makes me sad to see how little Chris content there is these days but that little story was amazing. I hope you decide to write more parts or more Chris/rivers characters. You’re very talented and I hope you’re having a good day, thanks for sharing your writing with us 😊
I agree Chris content (like his character) deserves better and will definitely think about revisiting some of my 80s stuff in the future. I wrote them all quite a while ago so it's cool to see it's still holding up. Thanks for your lovely comment. All the best :)
Intentions: Eddie Munson
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𝕀𝕟 𝕨𝕙𝕚𝕔𝕙 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕕𝕖𝕞𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝔼𝕕𝕕𝕚𝕖'𝕤 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤 𝕒𝕣𝕖
𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕓𝕣𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣, 𝔻𝕦𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕟.
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𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤: 𝕝𝕠𝕥𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝕤𝕨𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘, 𝕓𝕒𝕕𝕒𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕣𝕪, 𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝕕𝕣𝕦𝕘𝕤, 𝕡𝕝𝕒𝕪𝕗𝕦𝕝 𝕧𝕚𝕠𝕝𝕖𝕟𝕔𝕖, 𝕤𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕗𝕝𝕚𝕣𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘, 𝕥𝕠𝕥𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕓𝕠𝕕𝕒𝕔𝕚𝕠𝕦𝕤 𝕓𝕒𝕓𝕖𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕣𝕖𝕔𝕜𝕝𝕖𝕤𝕤 𝕕𝕣𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘. 𝕎𝕖𝕒𝕣 𝕒 𝕤𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕓𝕖𝕝𝕥.
Hawkins is a town of myths and legends. There have been explosions that tore through the town like the gates of hell, tragic unexplained deaths of kids, and real monsters. And yet, the thing that remained the itchiest itch in the brain to scratch was her.
Some say she dropped out of high school at 16 and ran away with the circus, some say she got drunkenly married to Bon Jovi in Vegas, others say she jumped off a building in Japan high on ecstasy, and it is even said that she later joined a convent in Scotland.
She comes and she goes out of Hawkins like she’s riding the lightning and no one knew why, not even herself.
They say she’s super hot but has like an obsidian soul, that she plays the guitar as if it's a walk in the park, parties like it's her last day on earth and fucks like it too.
She is utterly untouchable, impossible to catch and dies as soon as you touch her wings.
That’s you.
You sort of got off on the stories, enjoying the idea that you were the exception; that you were the 1% where people thought about something other than themselves for a minute.
Like Madonna.
Your enigma made it easier not to stick around, made excuses simpler and made living at Hawkins as a dutiful white skirt white socks girl a thing of the past. There wasn’t even an explanation. One day you were sitting on the grass with a decent social circle exchanging cassettes and the next you were gone.
Hawkins was your definition of an all-time low, the default setting, the sign you saw through your blurry eyes, the soaked windscreen, the frantic wipers and clumpy gross mascara which immediately meant you’d failed.
Therefore, the last place your brother expected to find you was outside his school at 8 pm on a Friday.
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“I’m not so sure about this drawbridge guys...I mean do you think we can cross or is it just gonna collapse under our weight?”
Mike Wheeler speculates out loud noticing a vacancy in the air, possibly the smartest thing he’s said in high school so far. But Dustin took this personally, as a fat joke in a clever disguise.
“That is the least of our worries! There’s freaking dwarves on the other side!” Lucas exclaims to his friend, now his foe.
Eddie Munson, the usurper, the all-seeing all-knowing master of puppets, watched with an amused grin as his players passionately picked their brains for reason.
“And save me that ‘dwarves are harmless’ bullshit, we have to gain their trust and we’re holding swords!”
“Are we forgetting about the gargoyle statues that just happen to be staring directly at us?” Dustin intervenes frantically, attempting to bitch slap his comrades into the glorious land of common sense with his sassy hand gestures and urgent expression.
Eddie smirks at the glorious mess he’s created.
“Can you confirm that you wish to approach the gargoyles Hende-”
BEEEEEEEP
A long, sarcastic and annoying old car horn that didn’t stop for a single breath interrupted the flow of the room, interrupted Eddie’s thought process, hell- even interrupted all of Hawkins!
The group stuck up their necks like meerkats, attempting to catch the source of the obnoxious noise through the pitch black dirty windows of the drama room.
Dustin didn’t have to look.
He could recognise that childish impatience anywhere.
That was the pathetic horn of your van.
His heart sunk into his stomach.
Was it bad that he was a little excited? That he was thrilled that you had thought to come and pick him up from his club? That you were home if even for a bit? He wasn’t sure.
“Sorry guys, it’s my sister...”
Dustin immediately scrambles his things together early, knowing your patience ran thin and the stamina of your stubbornness was unbeatable. In other words; he needed to move his ass, ASAP.
“Dude we said 9, can’t she tell the time?” Jeff argues with and for Dustin, desperate to finish the campaign and annoyed with the interruption of his ‘me-time’ but completely immune to the knowing looks of the rest of the club.
“Trust me if there’s one person you don’t wanna keep waiting it’s his sister,” Mike explains with a memory on his back, remembering the time when he and Dustin were supposed to have a ride from you to the mall at 3 but you left without them cause it was 3:02...
“Sister?”
A few eyebrows jump at the unknown association, a couple wonder why the urgency but Eddie was livid.
He was so furious he was red, beginning to sweat holes into his hellfire shirt and his rings dug into his palms.
Like, who do you think you are? Coming into his safe space and disrupting possibly the best campaign he had managed to put together in years! They hadn’t even gotten to the best part yet and Eddie was experiencing blue balls yet again!
Fucking trailer.
Before he knew it, he was following Dustin to your van, dirty sneakers stomping down the stairs and onto the freezing gravel with the wrath of a stubbed toe.
Dustin stopped in his place and a pair of scuffed black boots perfectly posed in the night came into view. He didn’t even know what he was doing until it was too late.
“Woah dude.”
You were the perfect mirage, exactly what Eddie had conjured in his mind as he himself fantasized about this mythical other Henderson.
She looked like she had been dragged through hell but gave it a good run for its money too. To Eddie, she did run away with Bon Jovi but she dumped him because he wasn’t metal enough, she got daily splitting migraines as a roadie for Megadeth, wore the tightest little Wrangler Jeans in every season and lit cigarettes like they were birthday candles.
And yet, there you were, leaning against your bright orange campervan with a lit joint in one hand and the other still pressed against the horn through the window.
Sweet jesus, is all that comes to mind.
“You’re early,” Dustin muttered in embarrassment, cheeks bright pink as you were technically a stranger to him and he was out of practice talking with you.
You were just a memory, some distant relative who came home every few years with a new tattoo and another crack in your heart.
That and you were here in front of all of his older guy friends...
“Huh?” You yelled, putting a hand next to your ear as your hand still remained on that damn horn.
“I said you’re early!” Dustin yelled back as loud and obnoxious as he could with his hands around his mouth so even the ones watching through the window could hear how much of an asshole his sister was.
“I can’t hear you!” you maintain, shrugging helplessly until Dustin gives up, rolling his eyes while waving you off.
You smirk through a dirty chuckle, flippantly throwing the cigarette away and opening the door to your mystery machine on your side. The other one jammed.
“Come on buddy, let’s go on a magical mystery tour,” you gesture inside, the faint sound of Jim Morrison poured out who, according to Dustin, was possibly the only person on earth who partied harder than you.
And, look what happened to him.
“You’re still early,” Dustin persists as he slides in, still not ready to let this go. Looks like stubbornness ran in the family.
Eddie felt suddenly exposed and vulnerable, his younger friend no longer shielding him from your piercing gaze. Would he turn to stone?
“If I knew then what I know now, I would’ve come earlier,” you muttered, fixed on the bushy-haired metal-head who followed your brother out of the building, who had a horrible look in his eye as if he had something to say that he’d immediately regret.
“Shit,” Dustin summarised the scene that only existed in the most outrageous and obscene mind of a dungeon master. This was the weirdest crossover in the history of the universe other than that disaster E.T video game that came out a couple of years ago...
“I’m sorry...” Eddie charmingly smiled, stepping into the line of fire willingly with balls of steel and a sarcastic chuckle “But for someone so in a hurry, you sure seem to be taking your time there.”
“I’m savouring the moment, Munson,” you glared crossing your arms, recognising immediately the big brown eyes and playful expression you had the pleasure of sharing almost every class you had with. “Do you mind?”
He’d changed. His hair was longer, he was still a metal head but broadcasted his freakshowness more it seemed. He used to get his ass kicked a lot.
Eddie’s eyebrows disappear into his curly bangs as you say his name, sickeningly gushing over the sound of his name tumbling out of those lips of yours which seemed to be perfectly stained with that vixen red.
But more importantly:
You remembered him?
“Come on. Let’s just go.”
“You interrupted our campaign, Henderson,” Eddie interrupted seriously with a serious stare “I can’t just let that slide.”
“Well, I’m too busy to play taxi. I gotta wash my hair tonight,” you shrug, not falling for Eddie’s fluctuating demeanour as he struggles to ground himself in front of you but still enjoying it nonetheless.
Eddie smiles plainly for a second. He’s thinking. He’s taking in your perfectly clean wild curly hair that was almost as glorious as his. He’s digesting your magnetic presence and how he actually can’t stop his body from leaning closer to you.
“How about this? You let Weird Al finish the game and I’ll take you back to mine and I’ll wash it for you. I’ll be super gentle and I’ll make sure to get all the special places you can’t reach yourself, huh?” he teases softly, reaching out and tucking a curl behind your ear.
But he’s trying not to freak out.
You have the prettiest beauty mark on top of your lip.
“Weird Al?”
“He wore a Weird Al shirt on his first day...”
“Brave,” you commend your brother on his bravery which causes him to stop freaking out in the van for a millisecond and digest that overwhelming swell of pride he gets whenever you compliment him.
Even if it was sort of backhanded.
You thought about staying there, you really did. You’d waste time comfortably leaning there and rubbing his precious club in his face just because you could. But then you remembered you had absolutely nothing to prove to some guy you used to go to high school with.
Especially if that guy happened to be Eddie Munson of all people.
Okay. Maybeee it was because The Twilight Zone was on tonight and it was that really cool one where that chick got plastic surgery and she got really gross and disfigur-
“Offer still stands.”
Eddie smirks as he leans against your window, his nerdish arrogance piquing your interest as a new flavour to your developed palette. How could he be so dorky, intimidating and confident all at the same time?
He watches as you reach out the open window to touch his jungle hair playing with it in your delicate fingers.
“Eddie, I’m so glad to see you trying to make friends your own age. This is good for you,” you patronize him, your sincerest smile more cutting to him than your hardest punch.
He jumps as you suddenly roll up the window, catching his hair between the rising glass. The blaring sound of your infectious laughter, the blasting motörhead coming from the stereo and the roar of the engine cause his heart to jump in his chest.
“Okayyyy ow ow ow ow!”
He has no choice but the run with the increasing speed of the car, trying to stop the hippy van from pulling his hair out of his scalp. Until the window drops again, sending him rolling back onto the dusty road.
“Better get to that salon of yours, Munson!”
And, as you drive away you stick out your tongue at Eddie Munson and hold up a peace sign while beeping that blasted horn again twice, satisfied with the way you closed what would be your last ever interaction with Eddie Munson.
You wiped the bubbling tears in your eyes, held the ache in your ribs and eventually stilled your laughter. You kicked the floor of the van like a child, delighted with your own brilliance. But the fun and games disappeared as soon as you saw your little brother sitting in the seat beside you, as far away as possible, wearing a shirt with satan on it.
“What the hell were you doing hanging out with Eddie Munson?”
This probably shouldn’t have been your first proper interaction with your brother in 3 years but Munson’s reputation certainly preceded him and your brother seemed to be caught in his web.
“Cut him some slack, he’s not what you think,” he responded defensively, his voice, now deeper and less squeaky than what you remember, swatting your attacks with every fibre of his fantastical being.
Dustin is nervous, you’re a pretty reckless driver and the way you kept looking away from the road at him for longer than necessary to tell him off made him grip the door handle. He was ready to tuck and roll if he had to.
“Oh, so he’s not a drug dealing delinquent who still hasn’t graduated or made any friends his own age?” you ask ready to be enlightened with a whole new Munson.
You look to your brother for an answer but he’s quiet, sulking in the orange and brown plaid material of the chair. You weren’t an objectively judgemental person, you just knew too much about his extracurricular activities to consider him a valuable addition to Dustin’s life.
There are guys like Eddie Munson everywhere.
“Well, is he?”
And, at this point, you’d met them all.
Dustin continues on his path of silence, choosing not to argue with you anymore because there was no way of winning.
If you had just gotten to know him like he did...
“You’re lucky I came to pick you up, what if Mom saw?” you scold him slightly, brows furrowed in concentration on the road but also frustrated with your idiotic younger brother who maybe wasn’t as smart as you thought he would be.
“Oh, so now you’re choosing to be my sister?” Dustin sort of snapped.
Well, he raised his voice sarcastically.
But that was pretty mean for Dustin.
“Where were you a couple of days ago for my first day of high school? When some of your old school friends disappeared? A few years before that where people started dying and you were nowhere to be found!”
He had stopped asking why, stopped wasting his time in trying to figure you out and bring you back home. He knew there was so much more to the story than just a teenage girl running away- as controversial and shitty you could be you weren’t like that.
He pretended like you didn’t look worse this time- that you weren’t significantly thinner, your eyes stained red, your face gaunt, your usually golden skin pale, even your signature way you carried yourself had sort of died.
Something must’ve happened.
But that didn’t excuse you.
“Or even when dad-”
Every thought he’d ever had about you suddenly queued up in his internal waiting room ready to come blurting out of his mouth. He didn’t care about his delivery, he didn’t think you even had it in you to cry anymore.
And yet here you were driving that same old van your father bought you when you got your license, the same burnt patch on the passenger seat from where you both accidentally lit it on fire playing with some science kit you got for Christmas, the same van you disappeared in for most of his and your school career.
You can’t look, swallowing your guilt all in one gigantic gulp.
“I’m sorry I hurt your buddy.”
It was the first time in a long time he had heard you apologise for anything, even if it wasn’t the thing he wanted you to apologise for. It was good enough.
“He has plenty of hair to go around...”
You grinned, looking away from the road at your brother to see him smiling too.
Only you do a double take.
“Oh my god, your teeth came through!”
Completely letting go of the steering wheel, you lean over him attempting to get a closer look while your younger brother freaks out, swatting your childish intrigue and keen hands away while screaming:
“GET HOLD OF THE FUCKING WHEEL!”
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You take a long hard exhale of smoke as you stare at the back entrance of The Hideout.
You were trying your hand at being a good sister for a change. You didn’t ever want to see that look on Dustin’s face again when he yelled at you and you weren’t gonna solve that by running away just yet.
You’d only just got here.
Leaning against the front of your van, in the middle of the night and without a jacket, you realised that the Hawkins phenomenon was with Eddie Munson too. Being in a band anywhere was pretty cool, a stepping stone for so many legends but Hawkins weighed that band down like one of those weird scam workout machines they try to advertise to drunk single women who fell asleep on the couch at 2am.
Wow, that was specific.
What you mean is Munson’s band would never grow beyond their crowd of drunks, ageing rockers and people who just happened to be there because of Hawkins. He’d never get out.
And they were pretty good too.
The noise of the stereo slipping through the opening back door pulls you away from your cigarette and to Eddie Munson who was travelling alone with his guitar in a hard case.
Biting back a grin after you play out the scenario in your head, you throw the lit stick at him, unable to control your laughter as he jumps out of his right mind while stopping yet another hole being burnt through his shirt.
He fell asleep lighting up a lot...
“Jesus Christ are you trying to give me a heart attack?” Eddie yells at you, you who definitely wasn’t listening and trying to find a way to show Eddie an instant reply of what just happened using the Force.
“Well it wouldn’t be the worst outcome...” you ponder with a shrug, your giggle still tickling the back of your throat like some old dust.
He laughs sarcastically, scrunching his nose cutely before starting to walk away again.
Until he stops again.
Was he...smirking?
“Wait, were you waiting for me?”
“No I just really love the view,” you reply, kicking one of the thousands of trash bags littered around the place, 100% sure you just saw something move in there.
You’d never felt more at home.
“You crashed my club, you came to see my band. It’s not a far cry to say you’re a little obsessed with me Henderson,” Eddie teases walking towards you and your van while doing that thing where he takes in every reaction of yours to him by eye-fucking you.
“Please, there’s easier ways to get a migraine.”
“Yeah, you keep telling yourself that sweetheart.”
This may surprise you but this wasn’t your first rodeo. You had herded many a cattle in your time already but there was something about the way Eddie always smiled like he’d discovered a second g-spot that made your past flings feel like a fever dream.
You take out your box of Lucky Strikes again to fill the silence, to get his big brown eyes looking at something else instead of you. Lucky Strikes. Those ads on tv know how to get you...
Hot guys on motorcycles.
“You were pretty good in there you know,” you praise him casually, trying not to get carried away with how fuckable he looked with the pout of his pink lips with the cigarette just balanced between them.
Fatal.
“Thanks,” he laughed just once, sort of self-deprecatingly “Couldn’t see you in there through the huge crowd.”
You laugh with him, sort of feeling bad for him with the way he hunched over. But also-
“Patience is a virtue dude. Hell, Metallica still don’t make songs everybody likes, they leave that to Sabbath.”
Eddie smiled down at you in the night, the shine in his eyes and sincerity on his face as you reveal a little about your interests. He was trying to make a moment here.
“Anyway, I gotta feeling you didn’t drive all the way out here to give me a music lesson,” he interrupts the thick smoggy air of the evening, using his puffs as strategy to slow down his nervous speech.
Fuck you made him so nervous in those jeans.
You sigh, leaving him hanging as you take a drag and wondering how you were going to fit everything you had brainstormed high on the drive over here in a really polite concise conversation with Eddie fucking Munson.
“I don’t know what you’ve told that kid but I can’t have you hanging out. You understand right?”
“Why, because I’m a freak?”
“Because you’re a drug dealer.”
Why did you have to try so hard to point this out to everyone??
“You’re high right now,” he laughs, gesturing to you and your fucked out pupils accusingly and whack-a-moleing you into the pit of hypocrisy you came from.
“I never said I was the example.”
Shit, here goes.
“I might be an asshole, admittedly but I fucking love my baby brother man...” you explain calmly to the bushy haired kid who was watching you look through every memory of sincere emotion you had to replicate some mush “So if I find out he’s spending his glorious high school days with Freddy fucking Kruger, he’s got another thing coming.”
Didn’t go so well.
Eddie Munson gulped, trying to relieve the terror from his throat.
“Naturally,” you smile sinisterly, trying to rummage through his secrets through his eyes.
“You really don’t like me, do you?”
“Let’s just say if you ever need a character reference to keep you out of prison, don’t call me.”
But Eddie wasn’t as upset at this revelation as you thought he would be. No, in fact he was smiling! He loved the fact that you didn’t like him because it meant that you were thinking about his existence even if for just a second. He had an excuse to spend more time with you, trying to convince you of his excellence while he could.
“Dustin’s a smart kid. He can make his own choices,” Eddie argued for his friend, unable to stop himself from thinking about all the things he was doing by himself when he was Dustin’s age like cooking for himself and binge drinking.
The kid was a saint.
And, you?
Well, you were going to make damn sure Eddie Munson never talked to a Henderson again.
“And so far, they aren’t looking so good so just make things easier for the both of us and reverse that for him,” you stare into his soul, trying to control him with your mind using the power of push up bras and close proximities.
“Or what? You’re gonna make me disappear?” Eddie mocks using a hypothetical situation but not going too much into detail in case he gave you some ideas and you really were serious about this shit.
What? With the amount of stuff he’d heard about you who could blame the kid!
It was worse when you said nothing. It terrified him more as you continued to stare knowingly as you got into the van through the only functioning door and closing it with a squeaky groan and a cloud of dust.
“Wait, are you!”
You drive away, leaving Eddie Munson to bite at the skin next to his fingernails at your total unpredictability. One thing was certain, he wouldn’t be sleeping tonight and not just because he was scared.
“Are you...?”
The link for Intentions is not working. It says there’s no post. I was in the middle and I accidentally swiped out. But the part I read was super good.
Heyyy sorry for confusion. Decided to make it a couple of parts long so gonna shift a couple things around so it makes more sense. Thanks for letting me know! Pt.1 will be up shortly
STRANGER THINGS
Eddie Munson
Intentions
In which you demand what Eddie’s intentions are with your brother, Dustin.
Chance Encounters [coming soon]
Gone But Not Forgotten [coming soon]
Andy’s Music World [coming soon]
Steve Harrington
Cupid in Love [coming soon]
Cherry Blossom Colored Kisses
other Eddie Munson Hanahaki Disease fics: Tears in the Rain Gone with the Sin
prompt: when Eddie confesses he wants to ask Chrissy Cunningham to prom, you start coughing out flower petals.
pairing: Eddie Munson x female!reader
show: stranger things
note: besties, be proud of me! i wrote this in second person!! so this is a "you did X Y Z" narration, instead of "I did X Y Z" narration. is it stupid to be proud? probably a little - but i'm feeling good about this. maybe i'll even graduate to using "y/n" next.
second note: i've reedited!! thank you to everyone for pointing out when my wonky brain goes wonky and reverts back to first person. i think i fixed everything, but if you notice first person from now on...let's just live with it 😅
third note: given ages aren't confirmed in the show, let's establish that Chrissy is 17-18 years old, and Eddie's 19. reader's 18.
word count: 8.8k [got a bit carried away]
warnings: Hanahaki Disease ([Japanese folklore] fictional disease where the victim coughs up flower petals when suffering from one-sided love), cursing, angst, seemingly unrequited love, but things work out! ✅ no spoilers 🔪 please note there are a thousand ways to write Hanahaki Disease, and this is just my variation. yes, i did research, and yes, i tired my best.
🔞 none of the following content is appropriate for minors 🔞
80s Imagines
Hehe I wrote these when I was young so they’re pretty shitty.
But it’s a laugh ain’t it?
Bill & Ted's Excellent Adventure
Ted Logan- She’s a Babe
In the process of testing Ted for his finals you test the limits of friendship.
Dream a Little Dream
Dinger Holfield- He’s soft
Joel had a lot to say about you now you weren’t here. And Dinger didn’t like it one bit.
Footloose
Ren McCormack- Testing Us
In which Rusty tells the wrong sister.
Just One of the Guys
Buddy Griffith- Getting Down
Buddy’s desk was actually a lot smaller than you thought it was...
The Lost Boys
Sam Emerson- Coming Out
You and Sam are finally alone.
Nightmare on Elm Street
Glen Lantz- Pillow Thoughts
Glen Lantz can’t help but notice you’re not like other girls.
St. Elmo’s Fire
Alec Newbury- Wasted Love
You helped Alec a little too much with his broken marriage.
Billy Hicks- Vino Veritas
Billy fucked someone else but thought the only thing he fucked up was his job.
Stand By Me
Chris Chambers- Façade
People change. Not always for the better.
Weird Science
Ian- Oh Romeo!
Where you and Ian are happy together despite coming from opposite necks of the woods.
Corey Haim- Enough
Fame! At what cost?
Corey Haim- Mr Robinson
Does an amateur student reporter really have what it takes to make Corey open up on camera?
Testing Us: Ren McCormack
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In which Rusty gets the wrong sister.
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My father's authority rained over the crowd of grey and beige with his spit and I wasn't talking about the guy upstairs.
"Every, every day, our Lord is testing us!"
You could hear my restless gaze in this quiet little church in our conservative little hometown.
"If he wasn't testing us, how would you account for the sorry state of our society..."
This was Sunday for the teenagers thrown in her to wipe them of sin by their parents but for me and my sister, this was life.
"For the crimes that plague the big cities of this country..."
A life where you wouldn't even dare dance in case your own blood would burn you at the stake.
"When he could sweep this pestilence from the face of the earth with one mighty gesture of his hand?"
It wasn't a question, religion was never up for discussion in Bomont.
"If our Lord wasn't testing us, how would you account for the proliferation these days of this obscene rock and roll music..."
My sister and I share a guilty look as we had more than one life in this tiny town and only one of them we could project to our father.
Not only was the arrow pointing to us obvious but there was another head at the other side of the room that hung low at the mention of something as normal and harmless as music. There must be a new boy in town as his reactions were not yet trained to hide away from the sea of judging eyes all doing God's work.
He was exciting, the same disinterest in the twinkle of his eye and fluffy hair and a striped suit that screamed big city. It was the place I wanted to go so I wanted to find out more about this guy. His eyes crawled the room at the mention of sexuality and he rubbed his tired eyes into his hand.
He must've had a long journey.
"If our Lord wasn't testing us, why, he could take all these pornographic books and albums and turn them into one big fiery cinder like that!"
I snickered a little at the mention of things such as these from my father, the hesitation on his lips was comedic and the way he said these words were like as if he tried speaking german for the very first time. It just sounded weird, wrong.
My little snicker made the spark on the other side of the fence turn towards me and hold a little grin everywhere but his lips that remained stoic. Seems he had this town figured out a little better than I thought...
He held my gaze there, challenging me to ignore these words of wisdom and turn to sin until a hand came smashing down from wood that made us jump higher than a terrified cat. I thought it was the big G until I saw the shame and passion in front of me continuing his weekly speech.
It was God's day after all.
That didn't stop him from turning his head once more, I grin with a lifted eyebrow as to portray my intrigue but I never turned to face him again. I let him study me as I pretended to care at the same old words that got shouted my way whenever I gave in to 'sinful actions'.
There was a teeny tiny gasp near me as Rusty spotted the gaze of the new guy lasering this way and nudged Ariel with a girly whisper. She turns to him with the same arrogant intrigue, her bouncy curls flicking in my face in slow motion and her baby blues sizing him up. Her lips, painted only slightly curled up only slightly.
Rusty's long ponytail continued to wiggle about like a real horse's tail as they chuckled together at the cute boy looking their way, not in a million years thinking that he could be possibly looking at me, the one who never really existed in this town hidden by the wingspan of queen Ariel.
"I welcome his test!"
Ariel was beautiful, attractive, intelligent and charming with enough power to mould herself into whatever shape she wanted based on who she was talking to. Me, however, I didn't really talk to anyone and had only a handful of friends that wouldn't nudge my side when a guy looked at me because it never happened.
It never happens.
"I welcome this challenge from my Lord..."
She could poke and poke and poke but it was only a matter of time that he burst. He would eventually fall for her and I would just be a name in registration. Anyway, it was nice to know that I was first for a change.
I don't know if God gave me this challenge but the day that Rusty got it all wrong was the day that the world went all wrong like watching a dog walk on its hind legs.
Coming Out: Sam Emerson
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You and Sam are finally alone.
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Warnings: oh gosh, heavy makeout session, boners, orgasms, oral (f receiving), smuttttt
"Sam lights out!"
"Come on mom just one more page, I'm almost finished."
Sam was practically on his knees begging to his mom and Lucy could never understand one little bit the deep connection between a boy and his comics.
Sam didn't even like that horror stuff that he was reading, he'd always scream at the creatures that his lamp made and the voices that the wind would create. It was a sight for sure to see a grown-ass kid running around screaming in his bedroom.
"No Sam, we have a busy day tomorrow. It's grandpa's animal festival thingy! Plus I need to know you're living a healthy lifestyle while I'm gone."
"How could I forget? Your 'big date'. Yes and this comic is helping me to prepare for either a) being kidnapped/murdered by vampires and/or b) deal with the horror that will be that festival, mom. Try to understand!"
I had to admit when Sam got all whiny and teenagery while making up excuses not to go places or bicker with his mom, I couldn't help but chuckle at him. It was like he was a character, all exaggerated in all the right places- too good to be true you could say. But, here he was right in front of me while I was in the shadows.
"Fine. No more attitude though. This family's been through a lot."
"I know. I know"
"20 minutes then lights out."
He smiles that goofy flirty smile of his, looking straight towards the closet doors.
"You're the best!"
"I know!"
Nanook trotted after Lucy proudly to wave her off I'm sure.
The door shut and another one opens. I come falling out of that closet as if I was being suffocated by stuffed dead animals, dirty designer laundry and hidden posters of gorgeous girls. I coughed, catching my breath from having to hide my breath all the time and all he does is laugh mischievously at his mom's stupidity.
"You okay?" he asks, laughing at my outburst quite literally.
"Are you kidding? Do you know how many times this thing poked me in the butt?" I held up a dead hedgehog carefully, feeling the tiny pokes still in my butt from earlier.
He could only laugh and lift his brows.
"Well you better get used to it, it's not the only thing that's gonna be poking you tonight."
I put the dead animal down, feeling as if it was slightly out of place and copy Sam's devilish invitation to his bed where he was laying.
"Is that so?"
I make my way over to him, his comic book laying on his chest as there is better entertainment in front of him now- or so I hoped. I straddle his slightly sitting position, hands comfortable finding their comfort place around his neck and weaving into his blonde hair comfortably. It was still wet from where he bathed earlier and stuck to his flushing face like the sauce to spaghetti.
"Was it worth the wait?" he asks, looking to the closet again where there was a tiny intimidating gap that all the animals could peer out of if they wanted to.
I slid down him, embracing his warm chest over his duvet until he throws it over us both, locking us together in a place so that we could never escape. I didn't really want to either.
"I'm in no rush," I whisper, looking up at him as I finish to see him already figuring me out from above.
His big blue eyes looked at me and I knew they wondered 'what is this girl?' and 'how did I get so lucky?' and this wasn't me being selfish, it was a fact since he reminded me of those questions every single moment we spent together. I wondered the same thing but he's a guy so kinda wondered differently.
Sam's lips capture mine from somewhere way further above than where he was, so above it was heavenly. Sometimes we'd like to shout that we're older than what people think but it was times like this where we enjoyed being young and young other- not having to worry about anything other than this very kiss. But, at the same time, we were maturer and wiser since we kissed and we lived like it was the last time we could ever as if someone was coming to take it all away.
He throws the comic book to the side and I jump sensitive to all the sounds. His arms squeeze my frame, growing more confident in the way we touched and mounting me under the warmth of the sheets.
"I can't wait for a whole weekend of this," he groans in between kisses, distracting me with his words from the pressure he was adding to my neck.
I really tried to hold back my sounds, I really did, like I did in the closet but sometimes nature just has a way of letting all of it out against your will. After all, there was no controlling nature.
"Me neither."
Biting down hard, my chest collided with his suddenly as my back tensed to the sky. He wasn't doing anything other than dating me and still it could drive me crazy.
I used to panic about this kind of thing and Sam said he could feel it in our first awkward little kiss together. You think but how will I know when to do this, what do do with this but there is no answer. You see, even someone as painfully overthinking as me, when faced with that moment at that moment just does it. You just do it and it all makes sense and you become so proud of yourself for something so stupid.
Drilling me against the mattress, his head travels lower down until I could see the outline of his quiff in the space between my middle and his baggy shirt that I was wearing only. He kisses down, leaving the redness of his lips everywhere including my face and my vision. I was seeing red but not the bad red like in Vampires Everywhere, the good red.
The red that can make you feel overwhelming things.
"Can I try something?"
His tone is serious, persuasive and full of hope as if his whole world would crash down if I said no.
Of course, I said yes regardless of his persuasion techniques and I couldn't help but get a little hotter by his question, really feeling that passion that all the older girls chatted about in school while they left me out the circle.
I nod up on my elbows, I nod everywhere and he could feel it with his head directly facing my crotch at this point. The heat I'm sure was like a hairdryer to his face and the wetness and pulsing was surely like he was holding a human beating heart.
"It'll feel good, I promise."
I already knew it would but I didn't know what he was doing.
I was still young- although I'd hate to admit- and of course, being young my knowledge of sex stretched no further than making out and what some of the girls did behind the bleachers while getting out of health class.
He was so far down when my heartbeat reached a deadly pace that his whole body was lying on the bed apart from his head and the tops of his shoulders. Sam's blue eyes were now black, looking at my underwear as if accomplishing a lifelong dream like getting to a top of a mountain and finally getting to embark on that dream.
His breathing alone was driving me insane, in and out, in and out just like my own. The exact same pace. The exact same anxiety and heaviness within it.
What if I'm not sexy?
What if she doesn't like it?
But both 'what if I'm not good enough?'
He warmth of his exhales were brushing against me making tiny pricks of joy and pleasure begin before the DJ had arrived at the party. And then he kissed that other part of me and suddenly I didn't have to worry and even if I wanted to I couldn't.
This was the life.
"I'm so glad you invited me over," I breathed, the crown of my head digging into the headboard to try and bring myself back to reality with pain as so normal life of a human should feel this good at any moment.
He moans into me, tongue wiggling into me after teasing my clit for a while. I didn't really understand what he was doing and had no idea how he was so confidently inexperienced but I didn't care. It was too good to care.
I tried not to roll my eyes when he hummed into me but I couldn't help it. My body had lost control of all of me and the puppet strings had been cut.
My hand flies to the headboard as if he's pulling me more and more towards him, like a black hole taking me in part by part. That black hole continued to suck me in, quite literally, until I reached the core and it good better, nicer and whinier.
By that, I meant I was close.
"Sam, I'm close," I look to him for help as if he could help me at all in his moment.
He replies with that smirk of his, as usual, spreading along with me down there and detaching himself from his previous location. He inserts a finger into me, sending me quickly from a disappointing transition to an 'oh my god what is he doing!'.
I grab the collar of his shirt, pulling him back up towards me in hope that his frame would mute the noises that spilt out of me as dark and as deadly as an oil spill.
"Holy shit you're so hot," he whispers into my ear, youthful voice twitching them as he bites them lightly and playfully.
Was there a secret class in school that I didn't know about?
"Sam."
He asks if I'm ready.
"Oh, Sam."
I nod aggressively.
"Sam please."
He thrusts straight into me.
"Sam."
He continues to torture me.
"Y/N."
He starts the noises.
"Sam."
I reciprocate.
"Sam!"
My mouth was closed.
"Y/N you there?"
So was his.
Too quickly for us to move, the door to him room slams open before we can make it less obvious that we were fucking. Luckily the sheet covered us but no fabric could cover the gasps we made that didn't help our case at all.
"Mike! Get the hell out man! Can't you knock?"
Getting Down: Buddy Griffith
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In which Buddy’s desk was actually a lot smaller
than you thought it was...
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Warnings: swearing, innuendos, grinding, Buddy Griffith deserves his own warning he’s such an underrated babe
It's weird how one tiny action can have a ginormous knock-on effect on everything in your life.
If you disagree and totally see how this is possible, I bet you that getting stuck under a table is not a thing you would recognise as one of those tiny actions.
It was 3:55 on a Tuesday and I was spending my empty time after school with my buddy, Buddy. We didn't really have to do much, I just stood and laughed for a while at his new room revamping with tits and ass every place you looked. It was hilarious- well hilarious if you hadn't been crushing on the kid since you could both hold hands in the playground.
He was like a brother to me at this point but like a hot brother that you just want to take- okay maybe not brother...
He claims to not remember but I was closer to Buddy as a kid than his sister, Terri. We'd skip around the yard, hand in hand not caring about the teeny tiny insults being thrown at us by people who had only just learned to speak.
But that's the way it was and over the years I realised, I didn't do that out of friendship but for a totally selfish reason which was that I liked him a lot, no not even that loved! Then it was too late, his hormonal brain caught up with his mouth and now there's pussy all over his walls.
Tragic.
"God damn it, Buddy, will you stop throwing that damn ring around? You're gonna take one of those girls' eyes out!"
For the past 30 minutes, Buddy has found peace in taking my ring off of my own finger and tossing it at the wall so that it bounces back to him. I'm not sure he really understood the value in things like that but it wasn't as if it was a relic. I got it online. I just liked it.
"Okay sorry, one more!"
And with that, the ring doesn't bounce back this time and his face drops.
There is an echoing sound of silver falling behind his narrow desk, piled underneath with shelves and old hobbies of his that never truly went away. I glare at him and he shrugs as an apology.
Perfect.
I knew he wasn't gonna get it, not wanting to get his jeans dirty probably so I roll up my sleeves and get ready to go under...the desk.
I crawl under and I hear the silence of anticipation behind me. I leave it all behind to go into the dusty cave that was the underneath of Buddy's desk. Having so much Pizza was maybe a bad idea since I had to really squeeze to get through. I used my carrots to better my eyesight and eventually found my ring.
"Got it!" I shout in victory, feeling the cool metal beneath my dirty fingers.
"Buddy?"
"Oh- uh- um...yeah?"
I furrowed my brows in confusion with his really weird response. I couldn't wait to get the answer as I crawled away from the desk, shaking his shoulders in my dusty hands ready to lecture him about respecting others' possessions.
I couldn't wait but maybe I'd have to since I didn't seem to be moving from under the desk.
Shit.
My boobs squeezed against the tiny shelf on the other side, which was currently closing me in like a nutcracker. I panicked, shuffling about a bit until I realised I was probably royally screwed.
The breeze was travelling up my skirt from the outside but down here, the heat was invading my face at an insane pace. The confusion was all around, including my friend on the other side who was calling out to me, a little too nervous to be laughing at me.
"Buddy help me," I grunt, wincing at the feeling of my boobs pressing against the wood that was sending splinters through me like I had fallen down a hole on top of a billion toothpicks all at once.
I hear the scrambling of his converse behind me, rushing to help me and not noticing the awkward position until it was a little too late.
He was on his knees behind me, either hand on the side of my hips, crotch digging into my butt furiously as he tries to pull me out. It was suggestive, wild and driving me crazier than this claustrophobic feeling. The position, if walked in on, would be one for the history books and no explanation whatsoever could justify why Buddy Griffith was dry humping my ass right now.
"Buddy..."
He doesn't say anything, frozen in the spot with only one thing moving and getting harder and harder and let's just say it wasn't his grip.
Despite the determination in my voice, I was ready to give up my freedom in the outside world just for him to stop pulling and start pushing straight into me as the feeling was unbelievably empowering for a little girl like me.
That escalated quickly!
"Keep pulling," that brings him back to reality, ready to pull me out again with a raging boner and an ass fully on show for him that's actually not from his posters but from his friend stupidly deciding to wear a skirt that day!
"How can I pull you? I can literally see your underwear right now!" He exclaims.
"Just pull me damn it! I'm getting claustrophobic down here and there's a dirty pizza! What the fuck is that moving on it! It's moving! Oh my god, Buddy quick!"
He pulls.
"Stop saying my name like that it's not helping!"
He pulls harder.
"Stop listening to me and keep pulling so I don't have to keep feeling your boner on me right now!"
And harder again.
"It's the pictures Y/N! I can't help myself! They're staring at me dry humping a girl and I can't deal with it!"
And harder and harder again.
"Well if you were actually gonna do it I expect a little more effort thank you very much- Harder Buddy, I'm almost there!"
He pulls and pulls and pulls.
"Y/N," he grunts, holding my butt and continuing to pull.
"You got it-"
He continues to pull when I'm free sending us both tumbling backwards into the place with clean air and fewer creatures living off of Buddy's lazy bacteria.
When I was hurled backwards he came with me at the same speed until he hit the wood of his bed. This boy really had to start investing in some plastic or else I'd turn into a spike ball.
With a groan from both of us, we slumped against the wall, my back on top of his stomach. I clutching my back which was aching with my position for a minute or ten under his desk on all fours. That sounds really wrong...
I roll off of him and gather my surroundings, not even managing to take in the cobwebs on his ceiling before his face blocks it and that familiar crotch is connected with me again. Why did he roll on top of me?
We were caught in the moment and when e asked me to kiss him, there was something else in his eyes that wasn't desperation.
"Kiss me Y/N," his voice echoes and I find myself staring at his lips to crave what I could be touching.
So I do.
And I didn't regret the bruising on my ribs one bit.
Vino Veritas: Billy Hicks
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Billy fucked up the new job Alec got for him and he knew it.
Oh he fucked someone else too but oh well.
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Warnings: swearing, mentions of cheating, references to sex, hurt feelings, asshole Billy, fancy Alec more here honestly this should just be an Alec imagine ignore title.
"How's that meaning of life coming along Kev?"
Everyone chuckles except for Kevin who just exhales his lung cancer at a howling Alec.
When the whole gang was in the bar together it was the best feeling ever with tons of laughter, sweat, dancing when you didn't even know you were moving, saying things you never meant to say, lots of drinking and just forgetting about the responsibilities that we'd all have to face by morning.
"Alec, when are you gonna get a new car? One that truly expresses your lifestyle as the perfect couple."
Billy faced me, his silver little earring glistening under the hard light every time he laughed at one of Alec's jokes or when someone got up for drinks and fell to their ass. Although the crowded bar was not really the most romantic setting, it was these moments with Billy that I appreciated most. I liked going on dates but dates with friends were even better.
"As soon as you settle down Jules."
Tonight though, he didn't talk to me much, ignored most of the things that I had to say to him and used any excuse he could to shrug or hum instead of talk. The rest picked up on it even with starry eyes and deafened ears by the music.
The music was so loud that I could feel it in my chest, right beside the undeniable hurt that I was sensing.
"Excuse us, ladies, gentlemen, we're just taking a trip to the little boys' room," Alec announced to the table, an arm around Billy that was guiding him towards the far side of the bar where many people gathered to not do things you would typically do in a bathroom.
I saw him gesture to the girls with his noisy face to comfort me or some crap. The man never knew the meaning of subtlety.
"He's probably just asking him about the job Y/N. Don't sweat it," Jules rubbed my arms beside me and I leaned into her embrace, eyes still glued to what was on the other side of that door.
"I don't know Jules, I don't know."
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Billy was in comfortable silence with Alec as they both leaned into urinals the opposite sides of the room.
"How're things Billy, haven't seen you in a while now," Alec asked from his side, knowing how false he sounded but luckily Billy was too far gone to notice.
The kid couldn't even hold himself up to piss.
"You saw me yesterday," Billy chuckled, zipping up and washing his hands.
Alec sighed, finishing and washing.
"A lot can change in a day, my friend."
Billy poked his arm like a little kid, putting creases in his still crisp suit despite the evening being full of different events all with different names.
"That's right, that's right. I don't know how you do it, Alec," Billy shakes his head, getting a little dizzy from even that, his friend's face was starting to blur in his vision and grow in size.
"Do what?"
Alec was washing his hands, staring at his swaying buddy in the reflection of the mirror in front of him although Billy was right beside him. He was a little worried about what was gonna come up about the job. He really wanted to know but your disappointed face at the end of that table was far more important than any lousy title to him.
"The shady business life."
Alec was intrigued.
"Check it out. Now, don't get pissy, I know how many strings you had to pull to get me that job but I think the circumstances of my demise were pretty great," Billy's story begins and Alec's ears flame as his old pal lean against the wall casually, telling him about how he fucked up his life..again.
"I was in my armour, suit and tie crisp as yours. I walks into the office supplies store you guys use with the company credit card, in Senator Pomerantz's name. I'm just about to grab some paper and more envelopes when two hot chicks working there check out the card, believing that I was the Senator. I knew he was away for the weekend and I had listened to hours of his wife talking to me about their new tub and their holiday. So I took them there, one was under the water and one was straddling me, my lips were raw they kissed so many times. We're in our third round of mind-blowing fucking right and who walks in? Husband and wife of the office and I get fired on the spot," Billy laughs, slapping his leg and his best friend's arm who was laughing with him.
Alec slaps him all over playfully while chuckling. He slaps his arm. Slaps his head. Suddenly, he drops his smile grabbing his head and forcing him into the nearest stall. He doesn't even struggle and BIlly screams underneath him. LIke teenagers again, he forces Billy's protesting face into the toilet drowning him with his friend's limbs slapping his from behind.
"You're a fucking asshole. When are you gonna grow up," he grits one more time realising how breathless the brunette beneath him his getting and releasing him.
Billy takes a breathless breath and runs his hand through his hair.
"Like this was real mature, Al?" he squirts water out of his nose and droplets run down his face, he was too drunk to be disgusted but Alec was seeing clearly.
"It's just a job Alec, I'm really sorry and all but working for Senator Pomerantz was not for me," Billy protests, still dripping somehow in places that didn't even go into the toilet.
Alec charges towards him again, ready to repeat but Billy holds him back this time.
"This is not about the fucking job you heartless piece of shit! What about that poor girl sitting on the end of the table waiting for you, not knowing that you fucked someone else and is laughing about it to me, expecting me to what- feel sorry for you? Laugh with you? Think you're tough shit? Well, you're wrong."
Billy turns white, thinking about your laughter and the feelings that bundle inside of him that doesn't bundle with other women. He didn't understand, Alec did it many times. Why was it okay for him to stand and shout?
"You're a hypocrite, what about Leslie?"
"You don't know the guilt I feel about Leslie being with a non-committal asshole like me but I'm scared, Billy. I'm scared of growing up just like you are. Trust me, no matter how many girls you fuck that feeling ain't going away until you face yourself and marry the one. Y/N could be the one but I hope not. I hope she doesn't waste her life worshipping someone as worthless as you Billy."
Silence.
"I want you to go back out there, take your stuff, say there's a problem and get out. For good. She will never see you again until you decide to explain or apologise. Got it, amigo?"
Billy nods to the tiles, too afraid to see that disappointment again in Alec's eyes.
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Billy slumps out of the bathroom guilty like a little kid.
What happened in there?
He dripped from head to toe, more than he normally would while performing with his sax in here. I was about to ask him what was ogin on and the girls were ready to scream questions at him. The guys gave a look to Alec who followed Billy so tightly that he was treading on the back of his heels.
"I'm sorry Y/N I have to go, there's been a problem. I-I love you," he utters with a tiny tear in his eye that could also have been whatever he was drenched in.
My brows were furrowed and in sync, every confused face turned to Alec for answers as usual.
What the hell was going on here?
"Just had to do some business in the bathroom," he takes a sip of his drink and leaves with his finance, who stumbled just as confused as I did.
Mr Robinson- Corey Haim
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Does an amateur student reporter really have
what it takes to make Corey Haim open up on camera?
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Warnings: flirting, sexual tension, Corey in this interview has me in chokehold.
Andy was pulling some real strings for me to be here- by strings I mean poles.
Ever since I understood what media was and what people were, I wanted to be involved with both. I'd sit there for hours and watch interviews shouting the questions they should've asked with confidence and yet not even being able to recite the 2 times table in class.
It was the only thing I ever cared about and now I got to watch the real thing behind the scenes.
"Before today, I've done preparation so I really know the main basis of the character and what kind of things to pick at."
Andrew had been a really good friend of Dad's since the popularization of television. They grew up TV nerdy and stayed that way and had kids just like it. Andrew was so close to me that I called him Andy and I was so close to him that his son is my ultimate best friend ever since we could watch TV too.
But, he wanted to be a director.
"So you'll be shadowing me with Corey Haim, I'm sure you've heard of him and I made sure that I knew off by heart the movies he's been-..."
Although Andy was a hella interesting guy, my mind fuzzed once that name settled into my head. Corey Haim? The guy was a huge celebrity, especially with girls my age, with a mischievously charming personality. This was gonna be my first impression of a real-life interview? Oh my!
Andy stands in front of me, grabbing my shoulders comfortingly. The kindness in his blue eyes spoke before he did as always, just like Anthony.
"Y/N, I know how nervous you are. No one said this was easy but all you gotta do is watch. Corey's a funny guy I've had him before but he hates bullshit. So we gotta be careful, okay? He rarely gives good answers and hardly any of your time so if you start to sweat just deal with it. Okay?"
I smiled, nodding.
"Okay."
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We knocked on a dressing room before entering. As soon as the door was opened, I could've died due to an attack of hairspray. The smell of translucent powder reminded me of the locker rooms after gym class, something that I definitely wouldn't miss.
Through the mist were baby blue eyes that stared into themselves in the mirror. Girls fumbled around him with red cheeks, short skirts and necklines that almost hit the floor doing just about anything they could find just to say they had spent one minute with Corey Haim. They spiked his now black hair towards the ceiling, somehow contributing even more to the bad boy look that he already wore in his daily life.
I swallowed.
"Mr Haim, are you ready for your interview?" Andy asked professionally, sounding completely different than how he did talking to me or to my dad.
It was strange seeing people in action.
Haim turns dramatically in his spinny chair, making my eyes automatically roll to the back of my head. I continued to clutch my worn notebook filled with everything I needed to my chest, trying to cover me up from him as I was beginning to get a little pissed. His eyes were roaming all over me, eating my skirt up with no shame at all.
"I'd rather if she did it."
Unsettled I look to Andy who seemed to wear a lightbulb with pride. He faced me and I gave him a worried look but I knew his faith in me was stronger than any shake of the head that I could throw at him.
"How 'bout it Y/N? You're more than ready, I'll be right there if you want. This is the perfect opportunity plus he's your age. It'll be just like talking to a pal."
He was always too convincing for my liking.
"Yeah Y/N, I'll go easy on you," Corey's taunting voice piped up, making me turn his way just to see him smirk out of Andy's sight.
I sighed in my mind, growing two inches taller, seeming incredibly optimistic on the outside while dying on the inside.
"Anything to make the guest happy. Right, this way Mr Haim."
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"People like you don't really care what I think, just what you can put in the headline."
In the cream chair opposite my crossed legs was an arrogant young man who hadn't even grown up enough to achieve that title yet. So far I had nothing but scribbles in my pad and statements that I was writing down just to joke around with my dad later.
"Why do you even want this job? It ruins you but at least you'll be the hottest one."
Even though I knew I was younger, I felt like an old lady trying to talk some sense into her grandson and trying to have a rational conversation with him.
It wasn't working. For a while now I tried asking him serious questions, sensitive questions, funny questions but somehow each time it came back to girls or how nice my legs looked in my skirt and tights today.
"So Mr Haim, what was it like filming Dream a Little Dream with Feldman? Was it any different from a normal acting gig since you know each other?"
Then suddenly, it got a little interesting. That wall we hit? He jumped over it, dragging me with him by my curls.
"You want the truth?"
I loosed my grip on my pen.
"Always."
"When you see us together on TV people always think, 'wow you know these guys are good actors at such a young age' but then they see us on the streets and realise 'geez, they weren't acting at all. This is what they're really like'. Guess you could say it ruins the fantasy a little, we just have good chemistry."
His arm dangled behind the back of the chair. I didn't need to fake how interested I was as I did some effective note-taking. It was hard trying to balance all of my thoughts but luckily I had prepared, doing some of my own research beforehand.
I was totally prepared for this.
Nothing could bring me down.
"You think that makes you a bad actor?"
He smiles, adjusting a little bit. Something I noticed was how restless he was, angling himself in ways I could never dream, looking more and more attractive every time. He rolls his eyes when he's thinking not because he's rude but because he's trying real hard to answer right. He scratches his smooth skin with his ring-clad fingers when he thinks. The way he moved was captivating, you couldn't find any of these in my old high school.
"I guess you could say that. You could also say that scripts aren't just things you learn, you know? When you act it, um its gotta come from somewhere, a memory. I think that's kinda why we agreed to stop working with each other now for a um- a long time. When you get type-cast, especially with someone else as the 'Two Coreys', you have to use the same memories over and over so the acting gets old, you know?"
"That's a very interesting idea. You think you've connected with some scripts more than others, with or without Feldman?" I ask with genuine interest as if finally taking the pen off the paper and writing in between the lines.
I tilt my head and he copies.
"Definitely. The Lost Boys was fun and that was a real hit for us, really set us off in our careers. I guess I connected with it because it wasn't about me and a girl like most of my other plots. This time it was about family, friends and vampires!" we laugh together. "It's about vampires sure but really I think it's about being a teenager and how easy it is to be manipulated. As living proof to that, I guess that's why I connected most with it."
"Are you perhaps saying that you don't like acting romance and prefer darker messages?" I dig into that theme, noticing how much he squirms with it and I want to see where this can go beyond what the camera shows.
"Maybe."
"Maybe?"
He shifts again.
"Maybe I prefer real-life romance. Doesn't happen a lot but it so can go beyond um what the camera shows," I jump at our similarities, luckily I am not really being filmed likely apart from my crossed legs as he keeps staring at them endlessly.
"I want to know Corey, what's your response to the media's claims reportedly calling you a "sleaze", "the living proof of sex, drugs and rock and roll in movies" and "yet another child star who has let all the fame go to his head"? I test with a mischievous grin, getting ready to scribble down an argument or a cuss that I can throw to the newspapers gladly.
I just wanted to make him sweat and a million guys in my college that were just like him who gave me a tough time and not about my legs.
"Is that a quotation or your own words Miss Y/N?" his fingers tickled his lips that wouldn't stop grinning no matter the subject.
He was a little nervous, disappointed too.
"It's just what the media claims Mr Haim, no biased judgement here. One could argue that drug use is influential in this, something you have claimed to have struggled with also the disrespect towards women by being exposed in multiple relations," my arms cross in my lap.
He thinks, smile widening then shortening over and over as if trying to decide one of the biggest decisions in his entire life.
"Is one saying one does not find me attractive?"
I freeze, glad that my dad was not present and instead Andy who knew how capable I was in handling difficult situations and even more difficult subjects. Sweat. Heart beating. Pen shaking.
"I'm sure the thousands of female fans of yours out there would gladly answer for me Mr Haim, now back to my question-"
"Are you trying to seduce me Mrs Robinson?" his eyes were now slithering up my legs and I could actually feel it, making shivers travel through my body like someone was dancing on my grave.
"Me, seduce you? Are you kidding Mr Robinson?"
"Are we married Y/N?" he teased, restless in that stupid chair.
"In your dreams Corey Haim."
The interview continued and got a little more playful and professional. We talked about subjects that got the crew behind me chuckling silently and also got the tears flowing. He really laid all of his cards out on the imaginary table, unafraid to share anything I asked him and that's what I think really took balls.
"That was fun. I hope you interview me again in the near future."
He shook my hands afterwards, searching in my eyes for answers to his own questions with intrigue. I was as intrigued by him also, propelling me towards my interest in the job even more if possible.
I got a good review with a particular statement sticking in my mind since that day.
"You should be proud. That is the most Corey Haim has ever opened up to anyone on camera like that before."
He’s Soft: Dinger Holfield
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Joel had a lot to say about you now you weren’t there.
And Dinger didn’t like it one bit.
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Warnings: swearing, the world faggot, homophobia, bullying, references to violence, mentions of sex, jealous Dinger.
I was clutching my books realising how no one had bumped shoulders with me since I was seen with my new friends.
I even sped up a little, whistled made extreme eye-contact and no one dared look my way just in case one of the guys found out. Some of the girls even stared at me in admiration to have such boys looking out for me constantly. They were always just that one step behind me but also in front.
Sidney, a girl from my English ran up to me calling my name to make me stop. Poor thing looked like she'd been running for hours. Her hair was dishevelled and her face was as red as her shoes.
"What's up, Sid?" I continue cruising by her side.
"Didn't you hear what happened at lunch today?" she started poking my arm, expecting me to know something that I shouldn't.
There was probably a fight that I didn't care enough about to bother witnessing. Nothing happened today.
"Oh my! Did people eat?"
She slaps my arm.
"No silly. There was an outburst between Joel and Dinger. I don't know the full story but Sheila told Betty that Joel was saying bad things about what he wanted to do to you and Robin told Tom, Cameron's friend, that Dinger totally was there for you and put that asshole in his place."
"What!"
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half-hour earlier
"Hey, Bobby, Joel."
Dinger sat down next to Bobby and Joel. They seemed to be deep in discussion with each other. Dinger didn't really want to interfere but the worried face of his new friend was in his mind, telling her constantly that she deserves better.
"How're things with Y/N Joel?" he asks, squinting at the sun in his eyes and spitting his name next to yours as if it was poison.
Bobby turned in Joel's direction, agreeing with his friend's question with the same curiosity.
"Yeah Joel, how are things?"
Did Bobby know something he didn't? His heart began to race and fist began to tighten.
Joel took a second to contemplate, chuckling with a scoff to himself. Things weren't looking so good already at this point to Dinger and he wondered if there was a missing piece to this puzzle that Y/N or Joel or even Bobby wasn't telling him.
"Well it's just, I'm a guy you know and things are just so- lacking. All this romance shit is tearing me to pieces. And she's so hot I just wanna grab her and... you know?"
Dinger sat up a little on the wall, Bobby searching his face for the same reaction.
"No Joel, I don't think I do know."
Joel was looking for confidence as his friends were staring at him in a way that he was intimidated by. He knew that he was doing something wrong but Dinger didn't have to know and he didn't really understand why it was so wrong in the first place.
"Sorry to interrupt but I believe you're being a little vague to Dinger Joel, you know one of Y/N's new buddies?"
He turns to his dearest friend, whose worried face contrasted with his crazy carefree red locks.
"Dinger, Joel was just telling me that he wants to use Y/N so hard until she cries. He wants to- what was it? Grab her hair and swing her around like a pinwheel? Want her to do as she's told just to show all the other guys and girls who's boss. Isn't that right, Joel?"
Joel was white, hearing his own words from Bobby's smart-ass mouth was like a punch in the stomach, like a badly remembered memory and it turned him sick to his stomach. Of course, he wanted all those things but in this group, you were always told never to speak your mind no matter how fucked it was.
Dinger looks at Joel in disgust, more than Bobby somehow even though his eyebrows here down to his dirty socks. He continued to sit, manspreading like there was no tomorrow and seeing only blurry red smudged everywhere in his vision.
"How dare you be so fake to somebody only to say things so disgusting and god damn awful behind their back? You're an airhead Joel. I warned Y/N but I don't know what you've said to her but she has somehow come to think the sun shines outta your asshole. You and I both know that is total bullshit man. Major."
Joel goes to speak.
"I don't wanna hear a god damn fucking thing you have to say because I know it's all from your dick and not from your heart or even your head. I will make sure- no I'll promise that she never trusts you again. Later."
He goes to leave but not before whispering to none but himself:
"Is there any love left in our universe?"
Joel grows a pair, finally planning and editing the words he wants to say to win this battle and keep his crown just for the next few days even
"You what, faggot?"
Time seemed to stop for every single member of that friendship group. The yard went silent and all you could hear were the sudden gulps of a dozen teenagers riding out the wave of suspense.
"Faggot? I'm a faggot for having feelings Joel and respect? If that makes me a faggot then consider me the all singing all dancing faggot of the fucking universe," he snaps, head moving, hands throwing, teeth-gritting.
Dinger Holfield was present.
"How are you so different then huh? I'm sure a million bitches at this school would gladly announce how played they were by Mr Dinger Holfield."
"I didn't love any of those women Joel. If I loved a woman- if I loved Y/N I would take her out only when she wanted, spoil her if she needed, let her be an independent woman. Wait for everything until she was ready. I would never rush her into anything because why? Because I'm a decent guy at the best of times. I fight, talk shit, do shit but I am not a shit."
"Now, later."
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I did try to find Dinger but at the same time I was pissed at both of them
Who was Joel to own me like that?
Who was Dinger to decide my life like that?
I needed to take a chill pill so I just went home. And, it was really working until the doorbell rang.
At the other end of the chipped paint was a worried-looking redhead who looked as long he hadn't blinked, ate, talked since 'the incident'. I didn't know what to say and neither did he so we both just leaned against the doorframe, gazing at each other but my glare was a little stronger.
"Have you got anything to say for yourself?"
He was taken aback as if a wind inside my house had blown him off of the step.
"Me? Are you kidding? What side of the story did you hear?"
"The right version, now tell me how is this any of your business at all?" I asked, a little hurt in my voice as I realised that someone was trying to control me like a third possessive parent that I didn't need today.
"What's your damage Y/N I'm sick of seeing him treat you like that. I can't hide my hurt anymore every time he grabs your chin to kiss you or glares at guys when they ask you for help with their homework. It's sick demented shit. And, I can't hide the fact that I love you anymore either," he mumbles the last part, declining in confidence suddenly.
I laugh in my place, sounding too much like Joel at one point. He shrinks twice in size.
"Oh please, you don't even know what that means Holfield. It's too late anyway, I'm going with Joel," I cross my arms, trying to pull myself from the fantasy of my life together with Dinger.
How different my life would be if I was going with Dinger.
"I won't beg you into loving me but don't waste your life on an asshole like him, for me. I'm not always right but I know this time I really do, I know what I'm talking about. Guys like them just hit it and quit Y/N," he gets closer to me, his puff of hair finally taller than me.
I lift my eyebrows, that lifestyle was copied and pasted into that entire friendship group. Who was he to judge? Why was he so god damn special?
"Isn't this a little hypocritical?"
"What? No! I only hang out with chicks- women, that know what they're signing up for. They're not being played, they know what's happening."
"How am I any different, how do I know this isn't some kind of move to steal me off of Joel?"
"Is it working?"
Seriously?
"No, you're not being vulnerable or truthful enough to me," my arms cross harder, scared of the rest of the lies he'd unleash upon me and how ready I was to believe them.
Dinger was the bad guy and not Joel.
"I'm a virgin."
Proving his devotion he turns around to the watchers in the street shouting at the top of his lungs and pointing to himself.
"Virgin! Virgin right here. Soy virgen! Dinger Holfield is a virgin!"
I laugh into my hand, and people in the street turn to a red-faced and haired Dinger to look at him. He takes the next step up to the door frame, eyelashes tickling my own we were so close.
"Listen to me. You can listen, leave Joel and be happy with a guy who loves you for you. Or, you can give me a shot and if you hate it I will leave you alone and never come back."
He gulps at the thought alone and what made tears prick my eyes was that at that same time, i gulped too. Despite knowing him for only a few months, I couldn't imagine a school day without him, never mind an eternity.
I cry at the monster that I've been wasting so many things on, the first kiss, first real handholding, first date, first makeout, first skipping of school. I hung my head low, tears hitting the grime of the boy's boots in front of me. When I think about it Dinger has given me the warmest welcome to the school, introduced me to all his friends the day he almost knocked me over in the hallway, carried my books, listened to my concerns and told me what I should do only for my own sake.
His finger tickles my chin, bringing my saddened eyes to his beautiful ones. He smiles knowingly, not in an I-told-you-so way but in a way I could not explain.
"May I?" he asked.
"Yes."
He tilts his head, leaning in as if I'm made of slightly shattered glass. Although I'd done it before, it felt like the first time all over again and I felt my hold of his waist slacking and trembling. Checking again in my eyes and dragging his gaze from my lips, he sees the want in my eyes and connects our lips. We're standing on a doorstep, in a world full of dirty shame and dirty people having an innocent and pure moment.
An older man and lady observed from across the street, smiling in each other's embrace as they recalled their older memories together and the years they had spent in complete bliss.
"Remember our days like that? They were the best times, still are."
Wasted Love: Alec Newbury
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You helped Alec a little too much with his
broken marriage.
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Warnings: smut, broken marriage, cheating, swearing, angst.
Alec had a very complex relationship with the concept of cheating.
As an extreme non-commital, I always knew his relationship with the lovely Leslie would go downhill but I didn't think it would happen that fast. I thought they would've at least gotten married first.
You see, Alec told me on many occasions that if he got married, he would no longer fuck all of these women because he had something worth holding onto, something to control him. All of the gang, including me, knew that was true. Still, the guilt in his eyes when he'd tell me about the receptionist he screwed from work would win me over just that little bit. I hated the fact I believed in him.
Not him, but in him.
I knew so much since Alec couldn't trust the other guys really. I had never been a girl figure in the group, just someone who was there for everyone, someone to organise things, the smart one, the wise one, the one who didn't say much but didn't really have to. It was also the fact that the others were so self-destructive.
Billy was a handsome, fun guy who would always make your own problem his problem as a part of his caring nature. The problem in that problem was that he had many of them himself, that he was ignoring on purpose. You were his excuse.
Jules had a lot to deal with and she kept this stuffed behind her charming façade. If you had a problem, she would be fine with it but not if it wasn't life-threatening since her cynical and joking advice would prove less effective in the long run. She's unfortunately dramatic and reckless so she can be unreliable.
Kirby was cute and probably the least offensive of the bunch but he thinks to make a tense situation okay again you just have to crack a few jokes unless it was a scenario about the woman he was in love with. Dale.
Wendy was too innocent to understand both sides of the argument. To understand a situation such as Alec's you had to understand the true heart of desire you know but she couldn't. She was a virgin.
Kevin was the most likely candidate being smart, an asshole but too hung up on his own self-pity and also the meaning of life. He was always trying to philosophise every moment and wasn't truly present unless it was all fun and games. Plus, I knew he was in love with Leslie and the reason they broke up was that they fucked.
Or was that just the result?
Leslie was sweet and smart-mouthed but she was the fucking problem.
"She just keeps asking for her records back all the time! She keeps waddling over in her heels and sexy skirt and asking me for her things. I mean, I'm trying to get over her here but all I can do is think of excuses to see her!"
And that's exactly why I had to take the blows.
"So I think of an excuse to see her but what do I see? One of my greatest friends since school in between her fucking legs which might I add was further than I ever got!"
I watch him pace in a fluster across my apartment. His shirt was unbuttoned and he was tugging at it and throwing away pieces of his suit on the ground. He kept running his hands through his dark hair covering some rosy cheeks. I gulped.
"Look man all you need to do is chill for now. Give it time. Talk to both of them and ask, is it more? If it is you might have to be the bigger man and step away. This isn't your final year of life and plus love isn't the most important thing."
He huffs, slowing down his pace and standing over me finally. "You're right, you're right."
He admits defeat, understanding my words and calming down. The sofa I'm casually sitting on sinks as he joins me by my side, head on my shoulder and tickling my neck. I allow our heads to touch with my lips pouting in a little pity.
"I know it's my fault."
"No, you don't."
"Yes, I do."
"No, you don't otherwise you wouldn't be so angry."
He shoots up as if I sent an electric current through my body to his. He glares at me, brown eyes dissecting my face. He loves to preach how much of an adult he is to everyone and when his adulthood is challenged, he gets angry.
"What would you know? You've never loved anyone. You wouldn't know what it's like to see your best friend with someone you trusted!"
I sigh, shaking my head at his hurt. I knew that feeling well...
"Alec my love, you need to realise that you fucking all these other women, faceless they may be, still counts as cheating and what you and Leslie had counted as marriage. Some people go their whole lives without marriage but it's enough, it's never just dating. It's always more. You took advantage of this ideal of marriage. Deep down you knew you were never gonna stop. But, you can't even admit that because you saw how happy she was under him!"
He grabs my arms, pulling me to my feet so he can intimidate me with his flaring nostrils and crazy eyes. My heart races.
"How dare you think about me that way! You don't know anything other than what I've told you. You don't have the right to judge my life because you don't really care about us."
"You're right."
His eyes narrow, Alec is confused.
"I don't care about the gang, I care about you."
Before I knew it I was being lured just like those girls at work, just like those stupid girls who are stupid enough to believe sex equals love. It doesn't.
All I did was kiss him and he throws me on my couch harshly, mounting me and stripping us both.
I kiss him feverishly and he returns each of them just like I had dreamt. His bare body presses into my own and suddenly he enters me in one movement. Not only do I feel physically fuller but the one thing I had been missing as I was growing up, something they couldn't teach you in school had been filled by my best friend. I was pulling a Leslie right now and so was he.
And, like a drunken blur that was the last thing I could remember before I woke up the next morning. After the first round, he carried me to my bed which is where we stayed for the rest of that long night.
I wake up in my bed but I can feel something is different like when you buy a new lamp for your room or you wear new pyjamas. This time I was completely naked apart from the fragrant shirt covering my decency. I had never been so grateful for shirts in my life.
Alec is next to me, assessing his own damage and we both shoot up, not looking at each other in the eye. I run towards my side of the room, gathering the trail of clothes leading to the starting point and wearing them despite the sweat. He does the same. I don't look at him but I can see him glancing at me.
Like he hadn't seen me fully naked I carefully removed his shirt and throw it back to him.
"Fuck fuck fuck fuck..."
We chant in unison, a mutual pair of fuck-ups.
I'm standing in my jeans and my bra when I just really breathe in the realism of the situation and laugh at myself and scoff at him.
"I can't believe I fell for that Alec serial fuck thing," my hands were on my hips, challenging him in disbelief.
I honestly couldn't believe it. I never thought it would happen and I didn't think I would go through with it. i was a terrible friend to both parties.
"Woah, this wasn't my fault. You pulled my hair! You know what that does to me and you know it!" he begins to yell in his underwear and unbuttoned shirt, pointing at me with a veiny finger.
I march towards him, poking his stupidly perfect chest with my veiny finger.
"My fault? You practically pounced on me!" I was so enraged and disappointed at this point but it was mostly at myself, as much as I hated to admit it.
"Pounced on you. Original. This wouldn't have happened if you didn't give me those fuck me eyes," he towers over me, a tall shadow turning my whole world black and looking into those eyes that killed him that night.
"These are my normal eyes, Alec, I can't have a fucking eye transplant with a virgin."
His head dips lower, practically overlooking my scalp he's so tall.
"Oh please, you were eating me up because you love me."
I bite my lip, feeling the tears start to flow at how little he cares about me to just throw that sentence in my face without a thought, a touch or even a tear.
"Maybe I do alright?" I cry, looking down and moving away once he goes to answer me and reaches out.
"Did- do. I don't know..."
I put on my button-up shirt, making sure to do the top one up since I felt so dirty and vulgar at that moment. I had never imagined doing anything like that in real life, that was a dream sequence. People don't just fuck their broken best friends.
"I'm not gonna run away with you for a fuckfest or anything after you and Leslie just broke up. This cannot go any further and I'm glad you finally got your head out of Leslie's ass to acknowledge me."
"I'm sorry," he stutters, the fear of me walking out that door for good haunting his mind despite it being my apartment.
I knew in that group I didn't really matter. They wouldn't care if I went. Just a little chuckle that would come up every now and then like a dead teacher but that was all.
"Don't be sorry. I've given you all the advice you need but know this, she doesn't want you anymore. She's gone Alec and who was the first person to pick you up after you fell- me. Stop waiting for her Alec because she's gone and will never look back for you."
"Harsh," he swallows a couple of tears but some were too strong and stained his light blue shirt piercingly.
I grab my car keys and throw on some shoes and a jacket. stopping abruptly when he cries.
"If that's how you really feel then consider my feelings dead but my 10-year ache for you will never die."