Free Palestine.

Me when I go to the riddler’s apartment for the first time

!! PLEASE READ, THIS IS IMPORTANT !!

TW: mention of r*pe, sexual harassment, and p3dophilia

hi everyone, so there is this person who has been harassing me and @pandorxxx , threatening to find and r*pe us, lying about her age. she pretends to be a dude, going around sending unsolicited dick pictures. she is also a p3do. in her words, "i wish you were 12" and "we can play pretend, you be 12 and i'll be 16"

i don't know if she's done this to other people, but i hope not. it's genuinely disgusting and it made me so sick to my stomach. their username is @/bluedicked. please do NOT interact with them, just report and block them.

please repost this to get the word out, thank you.

@teyamsbitch @teyamloving12 @pandoraswife @sweethoneycn @neytirishottie @pandorxxx @pandoraslxna @sullybrosimp @blue-slxt @inlovewithpandora @tiredmamaissy @livelaughloveneteyamm @skxawngmia

No One But You

Male Yandere x Reader

Still trying to keep a low profile, you are once again out in the city. Just one random face in a sea of strangers. But by now, you've learned that it's wise not to dismiss what feels like "just being paranoid". Someone is following you, and you're starting to miss your weird internet stranger...

Parts: [ 1 / 2 / x ]

[content warning for depicted violence and mentions of violence/murder and sexual situations, not for readers under 18]

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It’d been a long time since he’d lost control like that. 

Staring at the drain, he silently watched the water circle it. He couldn’t remember if he’d ever killed someone if it wasn’t to sleep. It felt… different. 

He’d killed someone just because he was mad.

Because he hated them.

Because they got in the way of you. 

And…

He would do it again.

He’d had the thought to himself that the reason he wanted you with him, wanted you at all, was so that he could sleep. That the intense need he felt was some baser instinct of his to help control the things he couldn’t, to make his life easier. 

But now that you were gone, killing didn’t seem as… effective as it used to be.

The voices were already creeping back in, and he felt exhausted. And even with the blood of his former employer still all over the motel bathroom, sleep felt just as out of reach.

Had he built up some kind of resistance to his old band-aid solution?

Now, it looked like you were the only thing that would work, maybe… Or was this something else entirely?

Maybe…

He just needed you.

The heat of you next to him in the night. The stillness of his thoughts as he studied every detail of your face. The steady rhythm of your breathing as you held him close.

The beat of his heart under his hand as he steadied himself against the shower wall.

His other hand creeping down his chest, he closed his eyes as the uncomfortably hot water ran down the same path. The steam was becoming a bit suffocating, but it felt amazing on his sore muscles.

His breath caught in his throat when it was your hand replacing his own, drifting over his stomach, the sensation soothing his nerves after overextending himself.

It was you.

Calming the voices. 

Consoling him. 

Praising him.

Calling him yours.

Your lips grazing his jaw as your hand trailed down, your fingers ghosting over his skin.

He choked out a gasp as you whispered in his ear, your fingers wrapping around him.

You told him he looked so cute, all flustered, Colin gasping and panting as you bit his neck.

“Don’t… “ He cried out, biting his lip. “Don’t st… stoooop…”

A soft chuckle was all he could hear, his own moans and whimpers drowned out by the tinny hiss of the shower head.

It was all too much… You were talking to him the whole time, telling him exactly what he needed to hear to feel just a little bit more. More more more… He needed something, something else… It was right there. He just had to… had to-

You told him to let go, to give in to you. He chased after that feeling, his nails digging into his shoulder. You…

You were everything to him. He wanted… He wanted you. It wasn’t enough, but it was too much. Too much…

“Yes…” He moaned, muffled as he pressed his mouth to his shoulder, feeling so damn overwhelmed. “Please please please PLEASE-!!”

A strangled, choked sob escaped his throat, it felt like his whole body was in spasms, and he wished you were there to hold onto. He wished it was your shoulder he was biting instead.

“F-fuuuuck” He mumbled around his own skin. “I can’t… it won’t stop…”

His legs trembled and almost buckled under him, his hips bucking into a painfully empty space where you should’ve been, not just his hand. Panting hard, blood dribbled from his mouth onto his chest, circling the drain alongside everything else.

“Fuck…” he panted, his wet hair clinging to his face. 

He felt like it’d been a long time since he’d done that. He wondered to himself if it’d always felt that intense…

Or was it because of you?

The water was getting cold. Maybe it had been for a bit. He couldn’t remember. 

His thighs burned, but it felt… nice. So much warmer and almost… comforting compared to the burn he felt after a kill. He let the water roll over him for another minute or so to cool him down. 

You were gone. You’d been gone that whole time, but the you that he’d seen, that he’d felt… they were gone now too. He stared at his own hands, wishing yours would come to him again. 

You were… changing something inside him. He’d been so empty for the longest time, something about you-everything about you was filling him up, making him into something new.

He was thinking a bit more clearly lately. Just enough to… remember how to be a person again. Or at least… enough of a person to realize he needed to calm down. To get his head on straight long enough to figure out a few things.

. . .

“Yeah…” he sighed, pulling back the curtain. The floor, the sink, the mirror… Everything was still covered in blood. “There’s still so much to do…”

. . .

“It’s not like it’s the first time I’ve cleaned up…” he sighed, grabbing a towel for himself. “I know how to get rid of this. I need my tools…”

. . .

“There won’t be anything left when they come back.” He squeezed his eyes tight in frustration. “They won’t see. I wouldn’t scare them like that…”

There was a lot to do. But something stuck out to him.

“I guess I lost my job.” He hummed to himself. But spying what was left of his boss, he had an idea. 

Being a small part of the motel’s business, he knew enough to keep things running, to keep up standing reservations with big regulars and creeps. 

And given the kind of customers the boss catered to, it wouldn’t be… unthinkable that he’d crossed the wrong people and those same people were the new management of the place, the most hostile of all hostile takeovers. 

And, if they just so happened to imply that the old boss was hiking up the rates and a bit too loose-lipped to the wrong people, which in fairness, he was… They probably wouldn’t mind staying again, if promises were made. 

Of course, all new staff would be employed. No one left from the old regime. New cleaners, new front desk guy, so Ryan had to be let go. Same way his boss was, as far as they would know.

He would have to be a few new people, behind the scenes. But the money would all be his now, and with the right words to the right people, the real him would still go unnoticed. He could take just enough bookings to get by, plus it would lessen the chances of getting found out. 

Chris could just not show up to his shift at the bar, and eventually they’d just assume he wasn’t coming back. He had too much to do here.

After all, the money would go a long way towards finding you.

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The money you’d gotten had been some relief to your situation. The last few days had been… okay. 

You’d used some of it to get a gym membership in cash and under a fake name. It was a cheap, reliable way to get a regular shower and a locker to store some of your stuff that was too risky . The money would also go a long way at a few different cheap hostels for about a month or so. You could afford some cheap food and the occasional trip to a laundromat, the one downtown with the broken cameras, but all of it was just a temporary fix.

You still had to hide like a scared animal. Your old life was so far away now, it almost seemed like a completely different reality. There was no looking for a permanent place, no job search, no trying to figure out what you would do long term. Though that was probably the smartest thing to do, it just… wasn’t really possible then.

Anyone you spoke to could be the person that would later realize who you were and who was looking for you and then it would all be over. So you never walked the same route anywhere, and you never stayed anywhere more than an hour, all the while watching doorways and jumping at every sound.

You didn’t used to be so jumpy. 

Back when things were normal. 

You tried not to let your mind wander often, because if you did, it usually went back to the same place.

The small motel room.

The safe and secure feeling. 

The warmth of him against you.

The sound of him mumbling in his sleep.

Squeezing your eyes shut, you tried to tell yourself it was for the best. You would’ve had to leave eventually. That you couldn’t stay in one place for too long.

No matter how safe and hidden away you felt you’d been. 

No matter how much you maybe kind of regretted leaving.

No matter how much you missed him. 

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It wasn’t long until things started to seem off.

First, it was this instinctual fear, the cold, panicked feeling of someone looking at you from somewhere you couldn’t see. 

In the past, you would’ve just dismissed it as feeling anxious. But lately, being paranoid had been your saving grace as of late. 

A few days later, some of your things in the gym locker seemed just slightly out of place, just enough to set off alarm bells.

Not long after that while walking to your hostel, you noticed footsteps behind you. Alert to their presence but not initially suspicious, you slowed your pace just a bit. Sure enough, the unseen stranger down the sidewalk slowed, their steps falling in line with yours. Another test, your pace a tiny bit faster, and suddenly it was obvious someone was following you.

Quickly cutting through an alley at random, you circled back a few blocks and headed in a completely new direction, successfully shaking your tail. 

You canceled your stay through your phone, booking another on the other side of town and taking only side streets to get there. You didn’t know who had been behind you, but you didn’t get to sleep that night, your mind racing with the worst possibility.

If it had been some random mugger or worse, it would almost be a relief. But you couldn’t help but suspect the obvious. 

That someone had found you.

In the voices and noises of the city streets, you could swear you heard your name. No one was calling out to you, it was more of a hushed whisper, like someone was noting where you were or telling someone else about you. It was so faint you almost wondered if you imagined it. But that wasn’t the way to think when you were actively hiding yourself away. 

Little things kept piling up, and you were more on edge than ever. But there wasn’t much you could do about it other than try to stay hidden.

Every time you had to go out into the city, it was agonizing. You were no longer just scared, you were tired.

Tired of always having your guard up. Tired of lying awake at night, wondering if tomorrow would be the last day you’d be able to hide. Tired of all of it.

You didn’t deserve any of it, you didn’t do anything wrong…

But you still were being made to suffer like you were, and you didn’t know how much longer you could do it.

You were leaning against the side of a beaten-up food truck downtown, waiting on your order. No cameras, no names, cash only, and you couldn’t get cornered. A quick getaway was easier here than if you’d gone indoors somewhere with exits that could get blocked. 

But it meant that the cold air was beginning to bite at your fingertips. It wouldn’t be too long until you were warming them up with your order as you walked back to your room for the night. Your breath would have to do for now, wispy puffs of it slipping from between your fingers and up into the air. It was a quiet moment where you could just breathe.

But it didn’t last for long.

“I knew it.”

Your first instinct was to run. You practically threw yourself off the side of the truck when your frantic gaze finally found where the voice had come from. 

But you froze, your voice caught in your throat.

It was Colin.

“I thought that was you.” he seemed so relieved, like he’d been so… worried?

And there was that smile you couldn’t stop thinking about, and you could feel that same familiar warmth in your chest, despite the cold.

But you felt stuck. How was he here? In a city with millions of people in it, what were the chances that the two of you would run into each other again?

“It’s good to see you.” He stood in place, maybe seeing how nervous you seemed. “Are you… good?”

You didn’t know how to answer him. You wanted to talk with him, maybe just to be near him again, maybe just to hear his voice. But it wasn’t safe out in the open. You didn’t know who exactly was after you, or what they wanted with you, but that meant you also didn’t know if they would hurt Colin if they saw you with him. 

He took your silence for what it was. 

“Hey, are you free? Can we talk?” He asked, looking hopeful.

A beat, then you nodded. But you told him it couldn’t happen right then. You checked your phone, asking him if you could meet him in an hour.

“Okay!” He quickly agreed, not even trying to hide his nervous smile. “Where should we meet?”

Just to be safe, not to say it out loud, you told him to meet you where the two of you’d first met, your “special place”. He grinned, saying the phrase to himself under his breath as started to walk off.

He froze, thinking something over, before stepping back to you quickly and taking your hand in his, giving it a squeeze.

“Promise you’ll come?” You’d never seen what could almost be called “puppy dog eyes” on a grown man before, but they were practically pleading with you as he held your hand. 

It was cheesy, but your heart raced. You hoped he didn’t notice you trying to avoid eye contact.

You agreed, and though he seemed reluctant to let go, eventually he did, and you watched him slip away into the crowd.

A few minutes later, the food truck vendor called your number, and normally you weren’t one to eat on the move, but you felt like you needed to get moving. 

It was a bit of a trek to the motel, and you took a lot of side streets jut in case, but there weren’t a lot of places in the city where you knew you wouldn’t be spotted. And a lot of the public transportation had cameras, so walking was really your only option nowadays. But you also just… wanted to go back there again. Once you finally got there, it all just felt…

Right. 

You’d been so on edge the last few weeks, you never really felt safe anywhere. Every new room or building was just a place you could exist. But here, you felt like you knew what everything meant. Like it was all going to be okay.

And you knew it was because of him. 

Just like that first night, he answered the door, but he was almost like a different person. 

He was still kind of a mess, but there was something in his eyes. He looked less… lost. Kinder. Much less nervous. But the way he looked at you had changed the most. 

You weren’t afraid of him, or what he might do. Not anymore. 

“I didn’t know you were coming, so this is all I have…” He handed you a mug, the little pod coffee machine having just finished up. 

You smiled, telling him it was okay. The coffee was wonderful after you’d been out in the cold. He was making a cup for himself now, trying to choose between the little pod flavors. 

The machine whirred away as it made his coffee, he looked like he was trying to say something, but it seemed like he finally tried because as he stirred in a bit of sugar, he let it out. 

“I… I really missed you.” He muttered, maybe hoping you wouldn’t hear him. But he perked up with this bright, dumbstruck look when you finally said that you’d missed him too. 

“You did?” He seemed genuinely surprised, like he would’ve never expected you to say that in a million years. “That… that makes me kinda happy, won’t lie…”

A minute of somewhat awkward silence as he finished preparing his coffee, you still sipping away at yours with a comfortable smile behind the mug where he couldn’t see. It had been a bit since you’d been able to smile like this.

“How, uh… How are you holdin’ up these days?” he asked, plopping down next to you. 

The almost automatic, small talk response of “Fine” nearly slipped past your lips, but even the thought of saying it felt so… upsetting? Wrong? Like you didn’t want to lie to him.

Colin seemed to pick up on the change, because his face clouded with worry. Setting his coffee down, his hand crept towards yours, hesitation, then his fingers brushed yours. Despite yourself, despite all your uncertainty, you laced your fingers with his.

Everything just kept spilling out of you. You finally told him about everything. How you’d just been a normal person living a normal life and then it all changed in an instant. How you’d been out on the streets for a long while, how you were hiding from someone-or maybe a few someones, you weren’t sure-who wanted to hurt you? Or track you down, at the very least. There was so much you still didn’t know.

And how you just couldn’t keep it up. How every day felt worse than the last and it was just so hard to keep going, or… to keep finding a reason to at all. 

Suddenly, you were pulled against him, pressed into his chest as he held you close to him. A pang of guilt in your gut, you hadn’t meant to dump that particular feeling onto him. But, when you’d reflexively tried to apologize, you couldn’t even finish the word “sorry” before he held on tighter, shaking his head.

He held you for a long while. It wasn’t uncommon for him to have fallen asleep to the sound of your heartbeat, and you could see the appeal now. When you finally pulled back, you’d calmed down a bit. With him so close, you really got a good look. 

It was impossible not to notice the state of him. His disheveled, greasy hair and the slump to his posture, the horribly tired look in his eyes. The dark circles were just as bad as the day the two of you’d met.

You asked him.

Did he not find someone else?

“Someone else?” he asked. He seemed confused.

Someone else to sleep beside, after you were gone.

His palm held your cheek so gently. His hands were a tiny bit cold, but you found that you didn’t mind. 

“I didn’t look,” he sighed. “Ever since you left, I’ve just been… surviving.”

That same pang of guilt hit you. Did he really not? Or was he just trying to seem…

Loyal? Committed? But why?

“I was really hoping I’d see you again.” His hand left you, and you hated how you wished it wouldn’t. “You just left without saying goodbye.”

Some part of you was still trying to push him away, telling yourself that you didn’t owe him a goodbye. That it wasn’t your fault if he had felt…

Disappointed? Empty? Maybe even a bit abandoned… 

It felt both wrong and cheap when you offered a simple apology, when you told him you didn’t know if you could do it when he was there. But…

“But you had to move on.” he offered, a tired smirk silently telling you he understood. Or at least you hoped. “I was kind of worried though… Your note made it sound like you were in some kinda trouble…which I guess was true.”

The note that you’d rewritten so many times that day, you’d been worried you’d run out of time before Colin got back that day. It had so briefly explained your situation, and what you thought he needed, and maybe deserved, to know. 

Colin, 

I have to leave, and you’re reading this, so I’m already gone, I hope.

It’s not safe for me to stay in one place for too long. 

I want to, but I can’t stay.

I felt safe here, with you. You don’t know how much that meant to me these days.

I know you’ll find someone to help you sleep, but it can’t be me anymore.

Thank you for helping me,

And when you’d been about to sign your name at the bottom, you’d worried, maybe needlessly, that it would leave a sign of where you’d been. If the wrong person could see it, Colin could get caught in the middle of all this. 

But it felt wrong not to.

So you did.

It was just a simple thing meant to be a simple goodbye, to make leaving him seem easier. But it hadn’t gotten any easier. 

Colin seemed uneasy with how quiet you were being. He seemed to be searching for what to say, but he was getting… sidetracked. 

You noticed his eyes kept darting down, then sharply meeting your gaze with a few flustered blinks, like he was trying so hard not to be obvious. 

He was watching your lips. And when your eyes lowered with an amused grin, you swore he blushed all the way to his chest.

“S-sorry, I didn’t mean nothin’ by it. You… You just, well, more like I just got uh…”

You offered one word: Distracted? And he squeezed his eyes shut in a panic, lips pressed in a thin line as he dragged a hand down his face. 

You didn’t know where it was coming from, but you boldly asked him:

Do I distract you?

“Yes.”

You froze, wondering if you’d heard him right. His eyes were avoiding yours, but his words were more direct than you’d ever heard from him. 

“I can’t stop thinking about you…” He muttered behind his hand, still looking away. “ I never stopped.”

It was such an uncharacteristically forward thing for him to say that for a moment, you just froze. While you were still processing it, he kept going. 

“I’ve lost so much of myself. I barely knew who I was anymore. But with you…” His breath was shaky, and he was idly tugging at a loose thread in the bedspread. “With you, I can feel myself becoming… a person again.”

Before you could ask him what he meant by that, he still wasn’t finished. 

“If you leave, everything… it’ll all go back.” he muttered. “Back to what it was, who I would be… I… I don’t want to go back to that. You’re the only thing keeping me here.”

You questioned: Here?, your eyes darting to the room around the two of you. 

“No!” He sounded pained, dipping his head in exasperation, looking so worn down. “No… no, here. Here.” 

He held his head in his hand, breathing heavier.

“It’s been so long since I’ve been here, really fully here, w-without anything creeping in.” The room was so eerily, suffocatingly quiet apart from his forced words. “If I go back there now, it’ll be so much harder to find my way back. Here. To you.”

You weren’t sure you really understood the panic in his words, but if you being here really was helping him, even a bit…

Taking his hand in yours, your thumb grazed the back of his hand as you figured out what to say. 

“I need you…” he whispered, looking almost ashamed of himself.

You told him the same. You needed him. And that was the truth. 

His eyes were wide, and then it was your turn to avoid him looking at you.

And… more than that… 

You felt your face getting hot, but you pressed on and said it.

More than that, you wanted him. 

You felt his hand on your cheek, and his lips swiftly pressed to yours. 

It was intense and sudden, but it was true. You wanted him. Grabbing his shirt, you pulled him closer, softly moaning against his lips.

“I want you… It’s been so long… since I wanted anyone… Anything.” he gasped between each kiss. 

Somehow, you knew what he meant. Running for so long, wanting someone… something, was practically a luxury. You had to focus on what you needed, what would keep you alive and safe. 

But Colin…

Needing him was easy. 

You wanted every bit of him. 

He pulled back, just enough to pepper your cheek, your jaw, your neck, your shoulder with those same desperate kisses. 

“Stay…” he pleaded, pressing himself close to you. “Please… stay with me. It hurts…”

He held your hand to his chest, and you could feel how hard his heart was pounding. His head dropped to your shoulder, the heat of his breath on your neck.

“It hurts when you’re not with me… When you disappeared, it felt like my heart got ripped out. Everything was so… numb.”

He kissed at your neck, pressing in further when you scrunched up at the sensation. 

“I won’t let you go again.” He muttered into your skin, his teeth grazing it as he panted. “Stay with me… here.”

His lips on yours again, his hand crept to your thigh. Hesitant. Waiting for some sign of your discomfort or rejection.

But it never came.

You wrapped your arms around the back of his neck, pulling him with you as you leaned back. He pulled back, still panting, his eyes searching your face.

You told him to stop worrying. That you weren’t going anywhere.

And that was all he needed.

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“Are you up?” A soft voice called to you, the light of the new morning spilling into the room through the blinds. 

Half-awake, you pressed yourself against his chest, tucking yourself further into the arms wrapped around you. 

You stirred at the laugh he couldn't help but let out, a deep rumble in his chest under your head. Running his fingers through your hair, you seemed to settle at his touch, sighing softly against him. He wondered if you were really asleep or just being stubborn. 

“You’re holdin’ on tight… such a  cuddlebug… Bug. My lil’ lovebug.” he muttered to himself, a hand rubbed soft, little circles in the small of your back. “… It’s hard to believe you’re actually mine, bug. All mine…”

He kissed the top of your head, and you smiled a little bit in your sleep. He had to bite his free hand to keep it under control, to keep it from touching you like he had that night. He missed your noises, the face you made when he kept getting you so close and then slowing down again, hearing you beg and plead for something you were too wound up to really put into words. 

He hoped you would stay here with him this time.

He wanted you to be his, but he… he wasn’t sure he wanted to force you. Not yet at least.

He’d already crossed a line he couldn’t come back from. And he was going to keep that to himself. If you ever found out…

You’d been so hard to find.

He’d spent weeks putting out feelers for you. Looking around places to get cheap, warm food and a bed for the night. You stayed away from places with a lot of cameras and anywhere you had to be I.D.’d, so you weren’t gonna get found like that.

Using his new management persona, he’d asked around the bigger crime folks the old boss was associated with if anyone was trying to find you. 

And eventually, it all paid off. 

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A few days earlier…

In an “office” downtown, which was really more of a crappy apartment above a seedy massage parlor, Colin met a man.

His business associates called him “The P.I.”. Whispers in the wrong circles said that this was the guy you hired when you wanted to find someone, but couldn’t risk a paper trail. He wasn’t cheap, and he was willing to get his hands dirty, but he usually got the job done. And discreetly at that. It helped that he wasn’t a real private investigator. Just some asshole who could get shit done.

“Now we can discuss things properly.” Colin sighed, wiping his knife on his jacket lining. 

“I noticed you following them, and it was just too easy to follow you back.” He laughed. “And some contacts of mine said that you advertise yourself as a P.I., but really you’re a killer…”

But The P.I. didn’t respond. Or rather, he couldn’t.

“Now, I dunno your side of the story. Maybe you’re just some hired gun protecting your boss by tying up some loose ends. Maybe it’s person? Maybe you loved them and they rejected you, do you have a hard time takin’ no for an answer, my guy? Maybe someone else loved them and used you to get them back, whether they want to or not.”

He walked around to the back of the man, gasping on the floor, clutching at his neck.

“Hell, maybe you’re like me. Maybe you just want to kill. Maybe the thought of their blood between their fingers is the only thing that makes you feel alive. Part of me can understand that. Maybe…”

He groaned, crouching down.

“Maybe maybe maybe maybe…” Colin muttered, shaking his head. Dragging a hand down his face, skin tugging down with it, somehow soothed his tired eyes. “Too many unknowns, too many fuckin’ variables here. I’m done, ya know? With you gone, my little bug’ll feel safe. That’s all I give a shit about.”

The man’s eyes were darting around, like he was still trying to find a way out of this alive.

“Now… maybe- god, there’s that fuckin’ word again… But you might have friends, out there somewhere. They might want to get revenge, or finish what you started, for whatever the reason. So, nothing personal. But I think I’ll just…”

A sudden stab to the man’s gut, and a wet, gurgled scream somehow managed to escape.

“Yeah, I think I’ll use you to… send a message.”

. . .

He usually wasn’t one for theatrics in his kills. No fuss, no muss. They usually just “disappeared”. He had no impulsive, childish desires to play with them or open them up to see what made them tick.

You wouldn’t know it, looking at his handiwork here. 

He made a mess. Nothing too dark, like a weirdo art project to taunt whoever would find him and care. But enough to say that whoever had hired him shouldn’t have.

He found a “file” on you, if you could even call it that. Photos, habits, ways to find you, names you might go by… How you were meant to be killed. Someone had hired that man. He sighed, not remorseful, but almost annoyed. He’d gotten a lot of… joy? Something like that, out of imagining he was killing a former lover of yours or another stalker, competition either way. 

But, this also (annoyingly) meant that this wasn’t over. 

A pause. His thoughts raced as he put the pieces together.

This meant…

This meant that you still needed him.

He’d come here with the intention of keeping you safe, he knew that. He’d considered not telling you he’d come here, or what he’d done, so you’d stay scared. Uneasy. Dependent. 

So you’d stay with him. Lie next to him at night, hold him, be held by him.

But now, he wouldn’t need to lie…

Maybe… 

Maybe… you’d even love him.

He smiled, biting his lip, your face the only thing he could picture. He’d never felt so… light. So… happy? Like the thought of you made him so detached from everything else in the world, tethered by you to everything he was or would ever be. You were everything.

This was love. It had to be.

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Someone was looking for you. The details were under wraps, but someone out there was desperate to find you, and he knew that they wanted you dead. 

And they had a rough idea of where you were. 

He needed you. He wanted you. And once he knew why you were so closed off, why you’d built up those walls, he’d had an idea.

He would keep his eyes on you and anyone else after you, and steer them in the wrong direction. No one else was going to touch you.

So making you a little more afraid would leave you no option but to come back to him. 

You needed someone to trust. And he needed you to trust him. 

In the time you’d left him, whenever he’d see you freeze in your tracks on the street, trying not to let on how scared you were at whatever you did or didn’t really hear, his chest ached. He wanted to be with you, holding your hand, letting you know he was yours, that you’d be okay. But he couldn’t, back then.

Not until he was sure you were his. For good.

And he’d done it! He’d led you back to him. You were lying against him and he could feel your body heat, listen to the sound of your breathing, watch the rise and fall of your chest. And just as he'd felt before, he felt his muscles relax, his eyes felt heavy... You were here. And everything was exactly as it should be.

“You’re mine, Bug.” He kissed the top of your head, holding you in his arms. “I’m never lettin' you go again…”

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this took FOREVER lol

it just kept gettin longer and longer, and then i kept having to go back and re-read my own writing to make everything at all coherent D:

but it's done! more Colin writing could happen, but this is the end of the "main" story. i will take writing suggestions/requests for Colin and his Bug, if only to get the creative juices flowing again

the nsft scene at the beginning is as explicit as im gonna get without like a sperate nsfw account i can verify ages on lol, i don't write a lot of straight up smut, and i like that kind of writing when things are more alluded to rather than relying on over-describing everything with words that make my little ace brain feel fried 😐 (it's not that bad lol, but i know some of y'all ain't 18, and trying to purge/verify 1000+ people sounds exhausting)

followers/reader who asked to be tagged, i remembered y'all :3 :

@lost-in-the-night-skiess @unabridgedjournalsofaloser @iamapotatoe @fem-dom-roze @caged-birdies-blog @fandangoballs @ameliachastain @ssak-i @thigh-o-saur @sharkcravingcables @btsgangleader @httpsgiaiko @satoru2716 @greatwitchsongsinger

(hopefully that's everybody)

im pretty sure this is all well and edited, but knowing me i'll re-read it again and find a typo or an unfinished sentence and fix it.

until next time ✌️

-minty

Posts about Palestine are getting fewer days by days . Please don't stop .

Israel is slowly loosing the battle because they are exposed , so keep exposing them and write about Palestinians . We owe them this much .

dreams cum true

virgin!eddie x experienced!fem reader

18+ explicit content | minors dni

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includes: smut, fluff, angst, not necessarily in that order, eddie crushing hard on reader who is a fellow student (reader and eddie are both over 18; don’t be gross, yo) dry humping, oral sex (f receiving) squirting, p in v, cum-eating

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if you enjoyed the story, likes and reblogs are appreciated. thanks for reading! ♥️

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You wouldn’t exactly describe it as creeping you out…but whatever Eddie Munson was doing, it was weird. And while weird was exactly what most people expected from Eddie, the kind of attention he was giving you was…unique.

It started with the obvious: catching him staring at you whenever you were around. He’d hang out in the hallway near your locker between classes in hopes of catching a glimpse of you. When you first noticed, it irritated you a little, but nothing else.

Eddie had always struck you as a bit of a contradiction. He was loud, arrogant, and couldn’t seem to shut up when with his nerdy little group of friends. But to anyone who witnessed Eddie attempting to interact with a girl, it was obvious that he was painfully shy around them.

When you’d make eye contact with Eddie, his huge brown eyes would get even bigger for a second, before dropping to the ground. It struck you as funny, that this guy who appeared to live a dual life as both a rockstar and a nerd was, in fact, just a nerd.

So when he started hanging around by your locker, it didn’t really bother you. But waiting for you outside the girl’s restroom? That was definitely bizarre. And you knew it was you Eddie was waiting for, because not only would he watch for you, he’d also follow you down the hall as you walked away.

And just when you were planning on confronting him, to tell him to fuck off, a new thought struck you. Maybe…maybe if Eddie actually got laid for once, he’d leave you alone? You wondered if any of your friends would be willing to do it, but were too embarrassed to ask. They’d somehow managed not to notice Eddie’s obvious crush on you, and you felt a little silly bringing it up. And there was no guarantee that any of your friends would even consider taking Eddie off your hands. Eventually, you decided it would be easiest just to fuck him yourself. Besides, despite his glaring lack of experience, Eddie Munson was a good-looking guy. You’d often thought that if he’d been a little less awkward, you could have had a thing for him…

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Getting Eddie’s attention was easy, since you already had it. He was characteristically flustered when you approached him, asking what he was doing that evening. Eddie’s brain seemed like it was about to short circuit from processing the fact that his crush was speaking to him at all, let alone comprehend what you were saying. You tried to help by repeating yourself.

“Tonight?” Eddie swallowed, licked his lips. “Uh, just…music.” He glanced to the floor, cheeks going pink.

“I like music,” you offered. “You’re in a band, right?”

Eddie nodded, his shoulders relaxing a little. “Yeah, um, Corroded-.” He cleared his throat nervously. “-Corroded Coffin.”

You raised your eyebrows. “Sounds intense. Can you play something for me tonight?”

Eddie looked confused. “We don’t have a show tonight,” he said, to which you explained “no no, I mean, can you play something for me?” You pressed your finger to Eddie’s chest, and he visibly flinched in surprise.

“Uh…of course.” He smiled, and you realized it was the first time you’d ever seen him do that. “I could take you to me and my uncle’s place, after school? Play whatever you like.”

You gave Eddie a little wink, and his smile grew even deeper when you told him “It’s a date.”

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Eddie looked positively elated when you met him behind the gym after school ended a few hours later. He walked you through the lot to where his van was parked. When Eddie opened your door and ushered you inside, awkwardly announcing “your chariot awaits, m’lady,” it was so cringy, you were more convinced than ever that this man desperately needed some pussy…

The first minute or so of the drive was pretty uneventful, until you reached over from the passenger seat to rest your hand on Eddie’s knee. His eyes were on the road, but you could see them going wider from beside him. “Eddie,” you began. “I’m gonna be honest with you. I don’t want to go to your place and listen to music.” He glanced over at you, visibly confused. “You…don’t?” he asked.

“Nope,” you replied, shaking your head. “I want to do something else.”

“Uh, okay,” Eddie laughed nervously. He was worried you didn’t want to spend any time with him after all.

“I want you to find a place to park, somewhere hidden where we won’t be seen,” you continued. “I’m sure you know of a place like that.”

Eddie’s heart sank a little; he should have seen this coming. Obviously, you were wanting the same thing from him that everyone else did. He was an idiot for not realizing it sooner. “You want to buy some weed?” he asked, his tone only the smallest bit irritated. “I mean, I don’t have any with me right now. I don’t just keep it on me all the time, y’know-.”

“No,” you interrupted. “I’m not interested in drugs. I want you to pull over somewhere secluded so I can fuck you.”

Eddie’s jaw dropped. “You-wait-what?” he stammered, his eyes leaving the road just long enough to give you a look of are you fucking serious? You nodded, and directed his eyes back to the road. “I said what I said. Watch where you’re driving, Eddie!”

“Sorry, sorry,” he apologized, focusing again on the road in front of him. “I’m just…are you sure?”

“Yes I’m sure,” you affirmed. “Are you okay with that?”

You’d never seen anyone nod their head so fast in your life. “I’m-yeah, of course,” Eddie replied, swallowing hard. “Absolutely. I mean…this might sound kind of crazy, but…” He was smiling now, his face practically glowing. “…I’ve always sort of had a…crush on you.” He glanced over to check your reaction to what he imagined must be a revelation, and you pretended along. “Wow, that’s wild,” you said. “I had no idea…”

“Yeah?” Eddie asked, a cocky smile appearing on his lips. “I was afraid you’d notice me checking you out eventually. Guess I’m stealthier than I thought.” You turned your face to look out the window, grimacing at his obliviousness. My god, he was clueless.

“So find a place to park,” you told him. “And let’s do this.”

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Eddie wasted no time getting the two of you off the road and behind a thick group of trees. As soon as he put the van in park, you climbed into his lap, having already unbuckled your seatbelt. Eddie was making noises as soon as you spread your legs over him, grunting and panting like he was already halfway through getting fucked. You thought it was just the right balance of both sweet and pathetic, and found yourself really enjoying the way he was crumbling underneath you.

To your surprise, Eddie was actually pretty decent at kissing. He’d obviously made out with someone before (his hand? didn’t matter) because he was good at using his tongue just enough without cramming it down your throat. It was fun, grinding on his lap, feeling how hard he got for you so quickly, like a switch being flipped.

His hands were everywhere, rubbing your ass, your tits, roaming over your body like he was trying to grab all of you at once. In his mind, Eddie was terrified that the dream he must surely be having would end at any second, that he’d wake up in bed with cum in his boxers again just like after all the other wet dreams he’d had about you. But the longer you spent dry-humping his erection through his jeans, the more convinced he was that this dream was real.

You broke your kiss away from his lips and moved to his neck, swiping your tongue upward and latching onto his earlobe, sucking it lightly. Eddie’s whole body seemed to react when you did, his hips in particular, bucking as he moaned/whimpered into your shoulder. It was only when you felt something wetting your inner thigh that you realized he’d just come in his pants.

Eddie was breathing heavily, his eyes closed, lips parted. He looked between your bodies and cursed at himself, apologizing. “Shit…shit, I’m sorry, I-.”

“It’s okay, Eddie,” you assured him. “Don’t worry about it. It happens.”

He shrugged his shoulders. “Yeah, definitely. All the time.” You felt a little sorry for him, but weren’t sure what to say. You started to climb off Eddie’s lap, ready to return to your seat, when he asked “hey, where’re you going?”

“Well it was nice,” you said. “But now that we’re finished-.” You plopped down in your seat with a little sigh. There was a few seconds’ pause.

“…Well,” Eddie said, leaning into the space between you. “Just because I came already-.” He sat back and patted his lap. “-Doesn’t mean you don’t get to.”

You cocked an eyebrow at him, intrigued by his newfound confidence. “Okay, Munson,” you teased, climbing back over him. “Let’s see what you’ve got…”

Eddie told you to climb up his chest, and wrap one of your legs over his shoulder. He was surprisingly strong, holding you up with his hands cupping your ass and hips while simultaneously lifting your skirt and sliding your panties to the side.

When Eddie’s tongue washed over your exposed cunt, it sent a little shiver through you. The thought ran through your mind that if he was as good with his tongue between your legs as he was when he kissed, you were in for a treat. And fuck, you were right.

Eddie’s tongue seemed to be made for eating pussy. He curled his tongue between your lips like he was scooping every last sweet morsel from from a dessert, and to Eddie, that’s exactly what you were. Your legs were shaking within a couple of minutes, one knee braced against Eddie’s chest, the other curved around his shoulder.

Your fingers gripped his seat’s headrest as you leaned your chest against it, grinding your pussy into Eddie’s open mouth. When he let his tongue drape over his bottom lip so you could hump it, you lost control and came all over him. He fucking loved it, relishing every drop of you that splashed over his tongue and chin, the way your warm slick dripped down his neck and soaked the collar of his t-shirt. The sounds he made sucking your juices down his throat was absolutely filthy and beautiful. The man was literally starving for pussy, and you were feeding him well.

By the time you finished, Eddie was hard again. He unzipped his jeans, his dick springing free. When he lowered you down over him, your soaked cunt took him with little resistance. Eddie’s face was saturated with you, strands of black hair matted against his neck with your cum. You bounced on his lap again, but this time, with his cock filling you, the ride was even more fun.

Eddie was able to last longer since he’d already come once before. He fucked you at a fast, frenetic pace, like he was chasing something with his hips, seeking another release for both of you. When you came again, squeezing his dick between your plump, slippery lips, Eddie thought he’d never felt pleasure more exquisite in his entire life.

He joined you seconds later, lifting you off of him just in time, his tip erupting between your bodies, covering his stomach in cum. You dipped your head to the place it had landed and ate the cum off Eddie’s stomach, one sweep of your tongue at a time. The two of you sat holding each other for a few minutes, before you both started laughing uncontrollably, feeling absolutely giddy and satisfied.

“That…was…” Eddie began.

“…Incredible…” you finished. Eddie pulled you in for another kiss, grateful that unlike all the other times, his dream had come true. ♥️

NO BECAUSE THIS BROKE ME EVEN MORE..SO HERE

cause i'm just a teenage dirtbag, baby

yeah i'm just a teenage dirtbag, baby

listen to iron maiden, baby, with me 🎸🎶

Where to Buy Anime Merch

A random post on my part, but I am an avid collector of anime merch and I’m always itching to get new releases. So I’ve had my fair share of taking chances with different sites!

I’m sure a lot of you are also collectors or are looking to get into collecting — so I wanted to make a post with some trusted websites!

Starting off with some basics

• I typically prefer ordering directly from Japan

Not only do they release their merch sometimes MONTHS ahead of everyone else

They are also a lot cheaper

For example: a figure that is retailing $25-$30 in the US, is sometimes only about $10 retail in Japan

Like I used to pay $60-70 for nendoroids, in Japan they are only $35-40 😮‍💨

The only con to buying directly from Japan is the occasional high shipping prices

I’ve literally spent $150 before just to ship my package — but that was a one time mistake, never again 💀

For me, I live on the east coast of the US, so a good price range for shipping in my mind is anywhere between $15 and $40 USD

Japanese Websites I Trust

AmiAmi

My go to for everything — especially preorders

AmiAmi ships directly from Japan

They do not charge you for preorders until they are ready to ship out to you

They have many payment options — for me I use PayPal because they can make me a Pi4 plan

Their shipping costs are amazing, I’ve shipped 7 figures at once and it only costed me about $25 in shipping fees

Selection wise — they have just about everything you could want

However, there are some products I like to collect that AmiAmi doesn’t offer on their website. So it isn’t a one stop shop for me. Though they typically ALWAYS have what I’m looking for.

Ninoma

I took my chance with this site last week and I just received my package today!

Ninoma has everything I can’t find on AmiAmi

And nearly all of it is only 2,000 yen (so like $15 USD)

They also have reasonable shipping prices!

They have payment options — and once again is supported by PayPal and Pi4

Selection wise — they don’t have nearly as much as AmiAmi. But, as I said, they manage to fill in the gaps that AmiAmi leaves. At least for what I’m looking for!

Meccha Japan

This site seems trustworthy — my package is currently on the way to me so we may or may not be updating this in a few days LOL

I found this website and was amazed by the prices

Tbh it almost seemed to good to be true

But they offered PayPal & payment services so I figured it wouldn’t hurt to try

This website has really good deals imo, and shipping is also reasonable

The only downside is the fact that they seem to have a rarity scale for some items that will raise their prices

For example: I ordered my Mitsuri perching figure from Ninoma for 2,000 yen ($15) — meanwhile Meccha also had her but she was listed as “rare” so she was like $35 on their site?

Selection wise: it’s a bit meh compared to the other two I’ve listed. But you can certainly find a lot of items you want for a good price. Even tho I would say the selection can be a bit “meh” I still found some items neither AmiAmi or Ninoma had

Favor GK

This is not your typical merch website LMAO — Favor GK is a scale figure & resin work site.

All figures advertised are LARGE & EXPENSIVE 

I figured I would add it tho — since a lot of people struggle to find good websites to purchase scale figures!

I made my very first purchase for a Tengen Scale figure and I’m so fucking excited but absolutely terrified to see how much the shipping is going to be — he’s nearly 3 feet tall 😮‍💨😳

Websites outside of Japan

Most of these should ship world wide — all are based in the US

Box Lunch & Hot Topic

They surprisingly can have really good selections for anime figures & merch !! Sometimes I’ll even find figures on there released way earlier than other US websites

Sometimes their selection is great — other times it’s meh

They always have sales going on

And don’t forget about hot topic cash / box lunch money

Shipping is obviously pretty cheap ($6-8) or you get free shipping if you spend a certain amount

GameStop

I was super surprised by this discovery two years ago lol

GameStop has a TON

The only downside in my eyes is that the release dates are usually a few months AFTER Japan

If you don’t mind waiting, GameStop is great for preorders since you don’t get charged till it ships

I’ll usually use them for funkos :D

Big Bad Toy Store

This one was the go to before I learned of AmiAmi

Huge selection!!

Flat rate $4 shipping!!

Won’t charge for preorders until they ship

The only downside again is the later release dates

Also they do not offer Pi4 — you will be charged for the full amount

They say they send an email warning you of the upcoming charge before shipping — they don’t 😐

CrunchyRoll Store

This one is still a go to sometimes lol

Large selection

Exclusives!

$8 shipping fee

Things can go pretty quickly on there

Also has the option to receive emails when items come in stock!

Some honorable mentions are

Amazon

Tokyo Otaku Mode

Kozuguru

FYE

Feel free to leave any questions! Though I’m sure these posts have been made a hundred times

God damn I just unlocked a new kink

Ever thought of those very creepy creep stalker yanderes? The kind that are usually have greasy unwashed hair, thick glasses, wears the same dirty hoodie with stains on them. The pathetic, bottom of the barrel cuties! Gosh I love a good looking (popular) yandere that everyone is jealous of but also give me those degenerates that everyone looks at with disgust. The pathetic wet stray types. They are used to degrading words from others, more than should be acceptable, until they meet the light in their life and suddenly they are even more disgusting. Following you in broad daylight because they are too dumb to realize how OBVIOUS they are being. They haven’t done this before with anyone so they don’t know. The kind that shows up to your work odd hours of the day, but don’t even interact with you, they just stare or nervously look around when you make eye contact with them. They follow you home only for you to confront them and tell them to leave you alone, how they are a creep and you will call the police. They can’t do anything but sob and wail begging you to not hate them (they don’t really care about the police- they aren’t enough to stop them) and if you just leave them there as the shake and cry. They’ll pick themselves up and go home. But they always come back, nothing you can do to keep them away.

PATHETIC

yandere! stalker x gn! reader

warnings: i made them a male but lemme know if you want a gender neutral or female stalker version, yandere, stalking, nsfw, masochism??, male masturbation, panty/boxer thief, kinda a Valentine’s Day special (briefly mentioned lmao),

“O-oh my— Y/N— I don’t— please, holy shit, please—“ He whined, jerking your underwear up and down his dripping cock.

His head cocked back, loud, high-pitched, pornographic moans flooding from his throat. He panted, hips twitching as he bit down as hard as he could on his lip.

He gasped for air, panting as he caught the mess he’d made in your underwear, scrunching up the fabric and sighing.

This was ritualistic for him at this point.

He couldn’t help it, you just looked so cute when you glared at him in disgust upon noticing him following you into work, as you did every morning.

His heart was pounding too hard for him to keep up. He grunted, taking his glasses off and wiping away the fog he’d created with his erratic breaths.

His pathetic, rundown apartment was nothing to ogle at. With the wallpaper peeling in every corner, the water damage on the ceiling, and the mysterious stains in the carpet, it was definitely nothing to be proud of.

The little money he did make, be it from online gaming competitions or from the occasional pickpocket, all went towards you. Leaving sweet (horrifying) letters on your doorstep, cute teddies and plushies on the counter of the convenience store you worked out (what? oh, no, ignore the camera that is obviously in it’s arms— no, please don’t throw it out— damn it…), or the occasional rose left on your bed.

“Oh my god.” You muttered, picking up the box of Valentine’s chocolates that had been left on the counter of your workplace.

You didn’t bother reading who they were from— you already knew they would be from that freak.

You dumped the box into the trash and sat down, rubbing your eyes and pulling out a magazine to scan while waiting for a customer.

Unfortunately, you’d recently been moved to the night shift, which was probably your boss’s worst decision ever.

Not only did it mean business was slow when you were working, but it meant the store was almost entirely empty except for that creep that always found himself staring through the window.

You’d had just about enough. It was just an inconvenience at first, but seeing him waiting at the window and averting his gaze every time you looked at him was pissing you off.

Why stalk someone if you can’t even look them in the eyes?

You probably should’ve been more scared, but you’d learned after the first few times you tried that the police weren’t much help. This… freak of nature… was far better at avoiding the police than he was at stalking.

He always had an excuse, an alibi, or he’d just casually knock out the officers that came to investigate.

You wouldn’t have expected that sort of strength from such skinny arms, but then again, they say that rage makes the body stronger.

“Hey! You!” You shouted, pointing at him.

He grunted, hands shaking as he pointed at himself. He gasped when you nodded.

Slowly, eagerly, he made his way inside.

“What are you playing at?” You demanded, crossing your arms. “You just watch and watch and then you don’t do shit. If you’re gonna kill me, or kidnap me, or whatever, please just get it over with. Not knowing your intentions is killing me, you know that!?”

His stomach fluttered, watching your lips as you spoke. You cringed upon realizing his lips had parted, his tongue slipped between the chapped flesh.

“I-I…”

“You- you- you what?” You spat, mocking his nervous stutter.

He shuddered, grabbing the counter to steady his shaking knees. “I-I just love you, I—“

“Bullshit! Tell me the truth!”

He gulped, face flushing bright red. “P-please listen to me, I love you, I love you, Iloveyouiloveyouiloveyou—“

You backed away, hand resting on the phone.

“No! Please don’t call them— please, please don’t. I don’t wanna deal with them!” He pleaded, dropping to his knees. “Please, Y/N, I love you, I’ll be whatever you want me to be, I—“

His heart jumped at the sound of the phone ringing. Tears began to stream down his cheeks.

“No, please don’t, Y/N, please, I just want to be with you, I swear to god I’ll be nothing but your stupid slave, please, please!”

It didn’t matter, anyway.

He’d just be back again tomorrow.

Like he always fucking was.

And you knew it, too, because when you woke up the next morning, there was a strongly worded apology note taped to your open window.

12 and 90 from youre eddie prompt list? :)

i hope this is good! thanks for the request!

"Alright," Eddie said, sitting himself down heavily next to you. "Friday night; the movies are showing Chopping Mall, it's supposed to be wicked."

"Um, no," you replied quickly, staring down at your unfinished homework.

Eddie scoffed, and he looked at Dustin with a 'what's-up-with-her' expression, like you were an in-joke between them. "Alright," he said, leaning back and crossing his arms. "Why not?"

You tried to articulate your feelings fully before speaking. You and Eddie had been dancing around the idea of dating for a few months, ever since having shared a kiss on a drunken night after DnD, endlessly flirting and acting like a couple without the commitment, but the idea of getting tied down to someone just before leaving for college kept you from fully committing. You rejected him every time he tried to ask you on a proper date, and you could tell that he was getting tired of the chase, as much as you hated the thought that he would move on. "I just don't wanna date you," you told him. "I'm happy with things the way they are."

"Bullshit you are," Eddie chuckled. "What the hell do I have to do to get you to go out with me? Just one date, princess."

"Nothing, because it's not gonna happen," you said simply.

"One kiss?" Eddie offered. "One kiss, here and now."

"No!" you chuckled. You wanted to act as if Eddie was annoying you, but you knew that he could see through your fake annoyance.

"If I ask you to kiss me in front of all these people, will you do it?" Eddie asked, and you rolled your eyes.

"You don't have the balls," you told him, narrowing your eyes jokingly. You fully knew that Eddie did in fact have the balls to do a very public declaration of love— he had done a speech to the lunchroom for less than this— but you didn't think he would actually do it.

He instantly proved you wrong. He stood up, shoving himself away from his chair, and he jumped up onto the table nimbly. "I'll do it!" he announced, and the tables closest to you turned first. "Don't think I won't!"

"Jesus, Eddie!" you hissed, and you moved to smack his leg. "Get down from there!"

"One kiss!" Eddie said loudly, extending his hand out to you. "If you, fair princess, give me one kiss, here and now, I'll never bother you about it again!"

"Shut the hell up, Munson!" someone on the other end of the lunchroom called, and someone else added, "If you weren't a freak, she'd say yes!"

"What d'ya say, princess?" Eddie asked, casting his big eyes down at you.

You sighed. "Why do you want this so bad?" you asked him, and Eddie jumped down from the table and sat back next to you, turning his chair around so he could rest his chin on the back of it.

"I just really like you," Eddie said, and his hand reached forward and gently took yours. "And I've never felt this way before about anyone. I... I think I love you, and that terrifies me, because you're about to move off to college and I'm gonna be in Hawkins for the rest of my life... It scares me to love you."

You looked at him for a few quiet moments, seeing the quiet contemplation in his chocolate-colored eyes, and you pulled him forward by his hand. You laid a quick kiss on his lips, just long enough for him to stiffen in shock, and, when you pulled away, his eyes had widened. "Chopping Mall on Friday, right?" you asked.

"Yeah," Eddie mumbled. "Holy shit. Yeah."