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hi!! we have a fictive of muichiro in our system, and we were just wondering if you'd be able or willing to write an agere drabble with cg mitsuri and little mui? if not that's totally fine!! you can add in any of the hashira too, if you'd like <3 - 🌸💫
Little Daydreamer
(regressor muichiro tokito hcs)
author's note: omg hi !!! i would love to! unfortunately, I don't exactly have the spoons for a whole drabble, but I can do some cg hashira & agere muichiro, with a focus on cg mitsuri! i love doing agere content, esp since i'm a regressor myself! some of the habits, i'm going to be drawing from my own experience, but i do feel like they'd fit muichiro too!!!
nicknames: gogo - gyomei; mitsi - mitsuri; nemi - sanemi; yuyu - giyuu; banban - obanai; shibu - shinobu; tenten - tengen; goku - rengoku
cws: vent regression; trauma; flashbacks; tooth-rotting fluff; some of em are trauma cgs if you squint; mentions of their pasts
Little Muichiro is normally an easy child. One might say he's an angel or even a little spacey boy.
But, the times where Muichiro play regresses are rare and far between.
Normally, it's something that upsets the Mist Hashira to the point where he needs that sense of protection.
Whether it be a particularly rough mission, a reminder of his past, or even someone slamming their hand down on a table (coughsanemicough) Muichiro will shrink back.
The signs are subtle, and sometimes he'd go a whole day without being noticed that he slipped... Unless he's around Mitsuri.
Mitsuri Kanroji
He's always trusted the Love Hashira with his regressed self. She just had this maternal factor to her that made him feel safe.
So when Mitsuri notices Muichiro's brow slightly furrowed or him biting softly on his lip, she springs into action.
"Hi there little one. Do you wanna come with Mama Mitsu? Wanna talk about it?" She would ask, kneeling down to Muichiro's height and holding out her hand.
Muichiro, being a nonverbal little, would obviously not want to talk about it, just give vague details. When he does speak, it's in a hushed voice in Mitsuri's ear.
"Scawy... Dun' like... Wan' baba..."
Mitsuri immediately understands and takes Muichiro by the hand, taking him to a secluded, calming area and giving him a child's cup and a small wood pacifier with the nib made out of natural rubber.
When the other Hashira took notice, they didn't know what to do, though Mitsuri advised them to just treat him like a child.
So, they did... With varying degrees of success.
(other hashira cgs under the cut !!!)
Gyomei Himejima
Poor guy didn't know what to do when Muichiro started crying after he fell over and scraped his knee
He's blind, not like he could see the wound. So, obviously, he calls Shinobu over.
While she tends to the wound, Gyomei then thinks of something to help Muichiro stop wailing.
He then remembers a song his mother sang to him whenever the Rock Hashira was crying as a child. So, he gently takes Muichiro into his arms and sings.
The soft rumble of his chest and soothing breath lulls Muichiro into a nap, the little one curling into the burly man's chest.
When I tell you this man started sobbing.
And when Muichiro gives Gyomei the nickname gogo, he melts and happily accepts the title.
Sanemi Shinazugawa
Sanemi immediately grows protective of Muichiro
He's the oldest of five kids, he doesn't want to see someone he considers another little brother to get hurt
So when the Wind Hashira sees the child upset, he immediately springs into action, wiping the little one's tears away with a gentle hand.
"Ey, ey, none'a that, li'l one. C'mon, what's wrong? Wha'cha need, kiddo?"
He hates seeing Muichiro cry. Not because he doesn't like when kids cry or display emotion...
It reminds him of the times where his father got to his siblings before he can.
"Nemi... Wan up... Wan nemi..." The two year old would mumble, making grabby hands for the white-haired male.
So, of course, Sanemi would oblige. And he will carry Muichiro until he wants to be let down or Sanemi has to do something.
Also, whenever Sanemi is about to cuss, he stops and replaces it with a censored word. Or tell Muichiro to "use earmuffs", aka cover his ears.
"I've only had little Muichiro for about two minutes. But if anything were to happen to him, I will take out everyone in this room and then myself."
Protective big brother
Giyuu Tomioka
Is this how Tsutako felt...?
As he shushes the crying child, patting his back and rocking him while sitting on the floor, Giyuu's mind trails back to his late sister.
She's always been something of a mother to him, since theirs was absent and Giyuu never knew her due to her dying during his birth.
He remembers how Tsutako calmed him when he was near-inconsolable like how Muichiro is now.
Whenever Giyuu woke up from nightmares, his sister will hold his head to her chest, against her heart, and sing...
So Giyuu does that. His voice is soft as he presses Muichiro's head against his heart, the soft beating and swaying rhythm calming the wailing toddler.
"As long as I'm here, no one can hurt you... Don't wanna lie here, but you can learn to... If I can change the way that you see yourself... You wouldn't wonder why, dear, they don't deserve you..."
The crying would subside into small sniffles and coughs from ragged breathing. Giyuu would sigh with relief, thankful that trick still works.
He then gets Muichiro some dango to cheer up, eating it with the small Hashira in his lap.
Obanai Iguro
He's afraid he's going to hurt the kid.
Muichiro is volatile as it is, and he doesn't want to upset the child further.
Mitsuri said that if he's just patient, he'll be okay.
But he feels it wearing a bit thin when Muichiro starts fussing and he doesn't know what to do. and Mitsuri's out on a mission.
So, Obanai just sits there, paralyzed and not knowing what to do as Muichiro fusses.
And then... He just scoops the kiddo up and holds him.
"Hey, uh... I dunno what's goin' on with you... But I'ma try 'nd be here, 'kay? Y'at least deserve that much..."
He remembers those nights in that damn clan... Well, it was more of a cult than a clan. In that wood cage, isolated and prone to the elements.
He remembers wishing for someone to hold him. To give him that warmth in the frigid loneliness.
So, he wants to be that for the volatile Muichiro. He wants to be that warmth.
He wants to be the person he never got as a kid... So, he stays by Muichiro when the other Hashira are busy and can't take up babysitting at the moment.
After all... Being called "banban!!" isn't too bad...
Shinobu Kocho
Besides Mitsuri, Muichiro also trusts Shinobu with his regression.
Mitsuri was the first one to inform Shinobu of Muichiro's littlespace when he was sick once and vent regressed.
Shinobu, being good with kids, immediately knew what to do.
While in the Butterfly Mansion recovering, Muichiro would be practically doted on by Shinobu, Kanao and Aoi.
The attention was a bit much when the three crowded him, causing him to fuss. So, for a couple days, it was just Shinobu tending to him.
When she tried giving him medicine and he refused, she then approached it differently.
"Sweetie, I know the medicine is icky, but you have to take it if you want to play with Mitsi again... Tell you what - You can take it in a cup and drink water after... Or I can mix it with some tea so it's not as icky."
Muichiro contemplates the question before uttering "tea...", sniffling from a runny nose.
Afterwards, Shinobu tells him how brave he is for taking a big step through bigger emotions. He hugs her, clinging to her robes and calls her "Shibu..."
The name makes her melt almost instantly.
After he feels better, he plays with Kanao and Aoi in the courtyard, laughing and jovial again while Mitsuri comes to pick him up.
Tengen Uzui
Tengen is considered the fun uncle.
That being said, he isn't as laid back as Rengoku is.
He gives the kid structure, something he never had growing up in a shinobi clan.
And if Muichiro accidentally messes with something, it's gently explained to him.
"Hey there, li'l guy. If you do that, then you'll get super hurt, 'nd we don't want that, huh?"
Muichiro would nod and feel guilty before Tengen hugs him and explains no, kid, 'm not mad, just worried about you.
The wives adore Muichiro.
Hinatsuru helps him calm down and practices deep breathing with him when his emotions get really high.
Makio play-chases him around the house, making Muichiro laugh.
And whenever Muichiro cries, he cries with Suma. The two let out their emotions together, hugging each other and being the support for the other.
Life at Tenten's house is fun for Muichiro, and he knows no matter what that he's safe and loved there.
Kyojuro Rengoku
Ohhhhhh my goodness.
If this man isn't the embodiment of chaos now, then put him on babysitting duty for Muichiro.
There's a reason there has to be two adults present when Rengoku has Muichiro under his care.
Rengoku is the type of caregiver who will do things the actual caregiver tells them not to with a sly "don't tell cg" and a laugh.
When he starts trying to get onto Muichiro about something he shouldn't be doing, he immediately stops and wants in on it, too.
"Up, bupbupbup, what'd we say 'bout candy before dinner?... Actually... 'Ey lemme have some'a that, looks good-"
When he carries Muichiro, he carries him over his shoulder like a sack of rice, so when someone calls for him he just-
"Hey, Rengoku-san!"
*spins around rlly fast, making Muichiro give those baby belly giggles* "Yeah?"
This doesn't mean he isn't serious during the tougher times. He will become fiercely protective over an injured/crying Muichiro.
"Whoever decided to put their hands on my sunshine, please come outside so I can peacefully break your legs :)"
'Goku is a very playful and protective bubba, 'nd no one can tell me otherwise.
#°bun squeaks°#demon slayer#kny#knyagere#demon slayer agere#fandom agere#mitsuri kanroji#gyomei himejima#sanemi shinazugawa#giyuu tomioka#obanai iguro#shinobu kocho#tengen uzui#kyojuro rengoku#muichiro tokito#this was adorable to write omg-
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exploding him with my mind affectionately
#pr0sh!p dni#help#i dont have any ideas on tags yet#falls over#f/o#self ship#selfship#self shipping#self ship art#aurhfhfhfjfjfhdjdnsns#🐁squeaks and kisses🐇#🧀cheesy fool🐁#thinking abt#but idk#might change#mod bun🐰
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brats need fingers in their mouth to shut them up every now and then
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the fact their relationship is actually rather sweet yet some of you still try to make it seem toxic :(
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now i wanna see YOUR take on a VerteJack ship kid))
If they had a kid meme
Name: Payasito
Gender: Male
General Appearance: below
Personality: Goofy, silly, curious and LOUD. ADHD to the extreme constantly hyper and running around asking millions of questions and is incapable of sitting still for longer than 0.02 seconds.
Special Talents: juggling, extreme speed, voice mimicry, stretchy body (has rubber hose cartoon physics).
Who they like better: Jack
Who they take after more: both equally
Personal Head canon: Much more sociable than their elder sibling Quinn and tends to talk for them until they're comfy around new faces. Really loves clowning around and wants to grow up and start his own circus with his sibling.
Face Claim: ft. Quinn
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Fictional food places I desperately want to go to:
- LeBlanc in Persona 5
- the hot springs Yuris parents run on Yuri on Ice
- that bakery from Kiki’s Delivery Services
- Legends and Lattes from the book of the same name
#clefairy squeaks#I’m reading the latter and it’s killing be#I WANT THE CINNAMON BUN AND THE COFFEE MADE BY HOT ORC LADY
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Something I did in honor of my silly little story; I made a version with no one in case fcs upset someone
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Dearest Blair,
Do not beat yourself up so much, you mean so much to me. I adore you, I only have eyes for you. You are perfect. You are enough.
-C
hi oh my goodness i didn't see this until now but!! my love! my honey my sweetie my darling!
thank you so so much for the sweet words dear, i'm always happy to hear from you!!
i'm doing much better than i was, but i know that those feelings come and go. i just try my best to find my comfort in you, in the fact that your love brings me so much joy.
i love you so much, sometimes i don't know what i did to deserve someone so sweet, but i'm so glad to have you love <33
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😈Hehe
You seem like the type of person who likes fruits. Because you could take some rapsberries. Or collapse into a giggly mess trying
😳💀 asdfghjkl- no! no raspberries! those are evil evil EVIL!!!
#tickling#bun.exe has stopped#tickle tease#how to fluster bun 101#error 404: bun's ability to can not found#i do love some tummy raspberries tho#make me giggle and squeak like the twordish little baby i am#thanks for the ask!#anon#😈 anon
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May- may I- may I offer you a headcanon-
Mitsuri, who is trained in defensive and evasive driving
Mitsuri, who after a mission with her fellow hashira, rescues them in a beat up, old ass Pontiac with the bass *blaring*
Mitsuri, who's speeding down the highway at 95+ miles an hour with three of her fellow hashira in the backseat and one in the passenger seat while "Speed Drive" by CharliXCX is blaring from the stereo
Mitsuri, who gets herself and her fellow hashira back to base safely... with a speeding ticket as well-
Just a fun little writing prompt for you if you want, no pressure ofc! <3
Street Racer Mitsuri
author's note: omg hi betchhhh!!!! yes I needed some sort of prompt aksjdfalksdjf so I see your defensive driving mitsuri and raise you street racer mitsuri kanroji. Little bit different, but smth that I wanna see. This is gonna be a bulleted list of HCs and a possible snippet of a scenario so here we go! This is also going to be a modern AU where there are two rival gangs - the Kizuki, headed by Muzan, and the Hashira, headed by Ubuyashiki. Y'all already see where this is goin' so lets do it. Also, this goes hand in hand with @frickinsleepdeprived's "Ride or Die" AU! Go check out the teaser on her blog, it's amazing!
Nicknames: Mitsuri - L'amour; Muichiro - Daydreamer; Sanemi - Windbreaker; Obanai - Ouroboros
Content warnings: Talks of police officers, street racing, brief gang violence, speeding, defensive driving, Akaza gets hit with a hot pink audi, est. relationship with Obanai and Mitsuri, Mitsuri throws Daki like a sack of rice
No one would expect Mitsuri Kanroji to be a street racer. Least of all her fellow gang members.
She's the bubblegum pop, preppy, happy-go-lucky girl who Obanai sticks to like damn velcro.
So why the fuck is she speeding down the highway in a hot pink Audi RS 7 that has a 500 horsepower engine? Without someone racing her all the way down?
Simple - someone decided to fuck with her boys. And she has to show those Kizuki fuckers what's good.
She got the call from Tengen. He got a call from Muichiro that Sanemi and Obanai got into it with a couple of Kizuki. However, Uzui and his old ladies are out on the other side of the county.
Thus came in Mitsuri, weaving through highway traffic like a bat out of Hell with bass boosted and Speed Drive on full blast.
Hands grip her steering wheel that's covered with a hot pink leopard print cover. It's worn at three and nine, given that's how she drives.
She's raced for pinks before, managing to earn herself quite the collection of toys. But this one, the 2016 hot pink Audi RS 7, was her baby. It's her first car that she flipped into a street racing one. Of course it's her baby.
(Scenario under the cut!)
Tires screech as she drives right into the abandoned warehouse, eyes squinted and determined. The Kizuki turn away from their opponents who were already on the ground.
"Oh SHIT," One of them manages to shout before the force of the car makes him go flying into a wall. The third Upper Moon groans as the fourth goes to help him before being tripped. Windbreaker, aka Sanemi, grabbed his ankle and twists it. A sickening CRACK comes from the appendage, making Gyutaro scream. Daki immediately stops what she's doing and rushes to her brother as Mitsuri steps out of the car.
"You pink skank!!" The young lady shouts, brass knuckles coming for Mitsuri's head... But her fist is caught in a poker-faced grip. In a flash, Daki is on her back next to the car with a heeled foot on her chest.
"You're lucky it's me here and not Ubuyashiki, sweetheart," Mitsuri says with a hardened glare, "Touch my boys again, any of you, and I'll track your asses down."
Obanai looks up from his place on the hard concrete floor, holding himself up with his arm. His head was bleeding, nose probably broken, and mouth scars reopened...
But dammit if Mitsuri didn't look dead sexy when she took charge.
"That's my girl..." He muttered, feeling a "dude really?" look from an exasperated Sanemi. Meanwhile, Muichiro rushes over, sporting a black eye and busted lip. He grabs onto Mitsuri's jacket and hides his face in her shoulder. She wraps her arms around him in kind and kisses his head.
"It's okay, Daydreamer... I'm right here, L'amour's right here..." She whispers, carding her fingers through the younger's hair. She opens the door and ushers Muichiro inside the passenger seat, then goes to Sanemi and Obanai.
"You two are paying for my gas," She says as she helps the boys into the backseat, "And my speeding ticket."
"Your what?" All three boys asked before she pulls out a pink slip between her fingers.
"He let me go easy, but next time, it'll be an instant revocation of my license. So you are paying for my speeding ticket for picking a fight with Kizuki in the first place," She lectures as she gets in the driver seat.
"We saw them and followed!" Sanemi argues as Mitsuri backs out of the warehouse, leaving the wounded Kizuki to clean up their own mess.
"Just 'cuz you could doesn't mean you should, Windbreaker," Mitsuri sighs and gets back onto the highway. She can hear Muichiro mutter a "told you" from the passenger seat, earning him a "oh be quiet" from Obanai. This makes Mitsuri shoot a glare at them from the rear view mirror.
She then sighs and powers on her Apple Carplay, scrolling through songs as she idles outside the warehouse. Then, she settles on one, pushing the button as Charli XCX plays through the speaker.
As Sanemi groans, she gives a sharp snap! of her fingers, "Driver picks the music. Backseat shuts his piehole."
And with that, the four drive off into the night, hyperpop and Rhianna blasting through the speakers as she calls up Shinobu.
"Hey, Mariposa?" Mitsuri starts, "I got quite the cleanup for you..."
@frickinsleepdeprived @dilftaros come run in here and get yall juice hehehe
#°bun squeaks°#demon slayer#kny#mitsuri kanroji#demon slayer mitsuri#sanemi shinazugawa#demon slayer sanemi#muichiro tokito#demon slayer muichiro#obanai iguro#demon slayer obanai#demon slayer au#kny daki#kny gyutaro#kny akaza
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*hands you a letter from Bob*
“Happy birthday, Lambchop. I just wanted you to know that I adore you. I love your smile, the way you talk, even on worst days I still love ya.
Even if today isn’t the best,l I’ll always love you, my lil lamb♥️
Let me know when I could come over and kiss that pretty face of yours”
Signed Bobby♥️♥️♥️
LIVE BUNNY REACTION
IMFNFJD OH WHAT A WONDERFUL THING TO WAKE UP TO/GEN❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
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my halloween costume came in :3
they/them• 18+• men n minors dni
#bun squeaks#btw going as black canary n catwoman for halloween related events :3#nsft wlw#minors dni#men dni#wlw#lesbian#lesbian nsft#ok 2 rb#nblw#leather
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youtube
anhane song tbh
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY CHILDE I LOVE YOU <33
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I re-learned that the Echo and the Traveler's Ward are completely different. Like..the Echo gives you the meteor vision (most likely of Amaurot) connects with other people's souls, see their memories, is protected by tempering, allows one to speak in every language AND transcend their mortal forms.
THEN the Traveler's Ward (ie Blessing of Light) also protects against tempering, protects WoLs from Hydaelyn's enemies, is a direct link from Hydaelyn to call you anytime-even allowing her to take the wheel. Like??
And even WITH the Echo, those who have it have 'extra' talents like seeing the future, seeing souls, fusing with primals/becoming them, and even switching bodies. I know the main difference between the Echo and Ward is that the Echo is a fraction of an Ancients' powers but goodness..that's a LOT OF POWER. CHRISPY CHRISP.
.....
....Welp time to re-re think Adi's Echo a lil. Especially since a lot of his "powers", the SMN class nabbed them lol
I'm just kind of confused and overwhelmed by these powers and talents and Ancient stuffs.
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“don’t you dare touch him” eddie x shy!reader
idk i need a situation where reader never really speaks up but she finally does when it comes to eddie because she loves him sm😭
thanks so much for your request! hope you like it!! — the one where eddie melts when his quiet gf sticks up for him in front of jason (shy!reader, fluff, 2.4k)
bug's summer fic fest ♡
The drive from Forest Hills to the arcade is spent with Lucas and Dustin bickering in the backseat and Eddie’s hand on your thigh.
“It’s been two years, and you still can’t beat my high score, Dusty Bun,” the former boy taunts. The nickname spills like venom from his smiling face. “Just give it up, okay? It’s not happening.”
Dustin grins back at him. It’s more so mischievous than it is taunting. His deep blue eyes narrow in a challenging squint. “You are so gonna be eating your words by the end of the night. When we leave, Princess Daphne is gonna be mine, alright? For good.”
Their arguing becomes background noise. With your cheek lolled against the hand you’ve got propped against the window, you’re pulled into the wispy lilac cloud your gaze is so heavily fixated upon. The sky billows lavender against a sea of pink and golden orange — a summer sunset so vivid you can taste it.
The only thing keeping you grounded is Eddie’s palm on your knee, wide and warm and all-consuming. His thumb rubs against your skin so softly you think it must be absentminded. It feels like static shock, anyway. He laughs quietly to himself, and his fingers tremble gently against you. This time they squeeze you with a newfound intention as he brings you back to him.
“What do you think, babe?” Eddie asks, pink mouth spread in a pearly white grin. His chocolate eyes glimmer with the golden hour sun as his gaze flits between yours and the road. “Think Dusty Bun has a chance here?”
You nod, scrunched nose and squinted eyes, silent in your support for the curly-headed boy who’s still yelling over Lucas in the back of the van.
“What about me?” he presses. And because he knows better than to give his quiet girl anything other than a yes or no answer, he follows quickly, “You think today’s the day I finally beat your Space Invaders high score?”
A beat passes. The momentary silence is filled with arguing boys, old tires on older asphalt, and Ozzy Osbourne’s “Crazy Train” spilling softly from the radio. A quiet smile tugs at the corners of your mouth. You purse the mischievous expression to the side as you turn away from him again.
Your non-answer makes him laugh. It sounds exactly like the colors of the sunset.
His beat-up van jerks when he puts it into park. The door on the side squeaks as the kids file out of it. Eddie’s does too, but you can’t hear it over him telling you to “sit tight.”
You wait patiently in the passenger seat like you always do, smiling to yourself as the boy rushes around the hood to open the door for you. The hinges screech in protest. His wild curls billow in the wind as he smiles. “C’mon, sunshine. Our palace awaits.”
The group of you stand beneath the spinning neon sign he parked next to — glowing orange and white beneath a setting sun. Someone calls from across the parking lot, “Well, well, well. Look who it is.”
Your heads snap in the direction of the painfully familiar voice.
Jason and the rest of his abnormally tall goons stand outside the new gym that just opened on the strip. The dark, vacant building wedged between The Palace and Family Video was no longer as scary as it used to be now that it was occupied. You were just hoping it’d be something more exciting. Forcing arcade nerds and gym bros into one spot feels like a crime.
“And they brought little miss wallflower, too,” Jason lilts with his pretty smile and straight teeth. His blonde hair is a darker shade of brown, damp with half-dried sweat. His lean form is unnaturally built underneath his white tank top and basketball shorts.
It isn’t any wonder why he turned out to be such a raging douchebag.
Someone so perfect needed at least one flaw.
“The gang’s all here, huh?” one of his other friends — Andy, you think — concurs from behind him, always in the boy’s shadow.
“Like what you see, fellas?” Eddie calls out from across the slab of pavement separating the group of you. He’ll never turn down an opportunity to take the piss out of the so-called jocks, all muscle and no brain.
“What do we do when those assholes give us hell?” he’d often ask when you’ve had a particularly shitty day with them. “We give ‘em hell right back.”
Jason’s thin lips curl into a more mischievous smirk. His blue eyes are lighter in the golden sunlight, and they twinkle beneath the neon signs as he looks you up and down. “Yeah, actually,” he hums with his unabashed ogling. “I do.”
Mike’s lanky legs sidestep to stand ahead of you. He does it so swiftly, so instinctually, you don’t think he even really meant to do it. Despite the raven-haired boy halfway covering you, you cross your arms over your torso in a further attempt to keep yourself hidden.
You feel so suddenly exposed in your frilly floral sundress — especially considering the only thing you wear to school is baggy jeans and baggier sweaters. You feel like you might as well be naked standing in front of them just now.
The younger boys stand on high alert as Eddie walks the short distance to Jason. The brief journey is made quicker when the blonde boy strides to meet him halfway. It’s a high school sort of standoff — neither particularly wanting to get physical because the real-life repercussions aren’t worth it. They just want to see who can piss each other off the most.
“She is pretty, isn’t she?” Eddie concedes with a grin, flashing you a brief glance over his shoulder. He turns away quickly at the sight of your wide, pleading eyes. He scrunches his nose in feigned sympathy. “I bet you’re real jealous, huh? Especially now that you’ve got nothing but your right hand keeping you company ever since Chrissy dumped your ass.”
“Watch it,” Jason warns through gritted teeth.
“I think I saw her riding around last week with Harrington, actually.”
The blonde boy’s sneakers scuff against the concrete as he takes a daring step closer. His piercing stare never wavers. “Don’t talk about Chrissy.”
“Don’t talk about my girl, and I won’t talk about yours,” Eddie retorts in lilt. And then, because he can’t help but twist the knife, he tilts his head to his shoulder and continues. “Well, I guess she’s not really yours anymore, is she?”
“I said don’t talk about Chrissy!” Jason repeats, louder than before, when he lets his anger get the best of him. One hand shoots up to shove at Eddie’s chest, using only enough force to make the boy stumble slightly back.
While Dustin, Lucas, and Mike gear up for a fight, Eddie only laughs in response — big, boisterous, and boyish.
You don’t even realize you’re stepping in front of the group until you’re already doing it. The words seem to fly from your mouth without you even thinking about them. “Don’t touch him!” you shout.
And even though it wasn’t particularly loud, it quiets in the mindless bickering all at once. Everyone turns to gape at you — Jason, Andy, Dustin, Eddie. Everyone is equally surprised by your outburst. Because you don’t speak. Ever. At least, not if you can help it.
And it’s not because you don’t have anything to say, because you do. It’s just that your brain works too much, and your mouth can’t keep up with it sometimes. It’s easier just to be silent.
That’s what you’ve been known for ever since you were little. You went through all of it — the bullying, the sad eyes, the talks with teachers, the ‘is everything alright at home’s. Everything was fine, for the most part. Your childhood was equally as middling as everyone else’s. You just had a harder time being human than most people.
Jason smiles again, amused by your warning. “What was that, sweetheart?”
You swallow through a tightening throat. Your sweaty hands clench into balls at your sides. The words come out quieter than before, but no less meaningful. “I said… Don’t touch him.”
“Oh, so she does speak. Here I thought no one ever taught you how to,” the blonde boy laughs. You feel disgusting when his attention settles solely upon you. The lingering sick feeling is eclipsed by your gratitude that Eddie’s no longer in his line of fire. “I’m gonna be honest… I thought you were cuter when you were quiet.”
You don’t know what he means by that. You can’t tell if he’s being genuine, or if he thinks you care enough about what he thinks to slink back into your shell.
“Leave Eddie alone,” you retort drily.
He snorts. “Yeah? Or what?”
There’s a thousand words you want to say. You open your mouth to spit all of them at the boy across from you, but nothing comes out.
“Yeah,” Jason laughs at your silence. “That’s what I thought.”
You stand your ground when he walks towards you. His strides are slow and menacing, like he’s expecting you to back away. You might’ve if you were anywhere else — if Eddie wasn’t a couple feet away and the rest of your friends weren’t crowding behind you. You’re made somehow braver by their presence.
“This is a really cute dress, though, sweetheart,” the blonde boy compliments with a thin smirk. “You should dress like this more often. You know what? You’d really fit in at the strip club downtown— what’s it called?”
“Pink Paradise,” Andy answers without missing a beat.
Jason smacks his lips against his teeth. “That’s the one.”
“Is that the one your mom works at?” you wonder with your arms crossed over your chest. Your head tilts to your shoulder as you squint at him. “Is she still giving those two-for-one discounts?”
Jason’s confidence stutters at your biting reply — even more so by the choked-back laughter accompanying it. Your boys don’t bother to hide their humored giggles, though the basketball team covers theirs by coughing into their fists.
“Ooh. I didn’t know you had such a much on you,” the blonde lilts as his blue eyes narrow. “I’m like… fifty percent more attracted to you now.”
“Leave Eddie alone,” you deadpan once more. “And go be a douchebag somewhere else.”
One of his friends breaks free from the pack. He’s tall, thin, and toned. He’s got the same haircut as Lucas: compact curls, squared off on the sides. You know him — Patrick McKinney. He’s the only one of Jason’s friends that was actually nice to you. Or, at the very least, he wasn’t a total asshole.
“Let’s go, man,” the boy ushers, nudging at Jason’s bicep. “Let’s go shoot some hoops or something. This isn’t worth it.”
You scoff out a laugh. “Oh, please— the only shooting Jason Carver does is into a kleenex. It’s why you were benched all last season.”
“I twisted my ankle!” the blonde boy defends, sounding weak and pathetic beneath the chorus of laughter as Patrick drags him away.
“Whatever helps you sleep at night,” you mutter, perhaps too quiet for him to hear, as Lucas pulls at your forearm to guide you in the other direction. His touch is still gentle — it would be uncharacteristic of him to be rough with you. It would also be a terrible idea with Eddie just a few paces behind the both of you.
The walk to The Palace is a silent one. There’s too much to say, and everyone’s just a little too amazed to say it. Eddie, however, never had a hard time killing a quiet. He rushes on long legs to match your quick strides, reaching you rather easily.
“Hey, hey, hey— you okay, babe?” the worried boy wonders. He takes a gentle hold of your wrists when you reach the awning beneath the arcade. His chocolate gaze flits attentively over your form, nowhere near as leering as Jason had been.
He can tell by your heaving chest and glassy eyes that you’re a little overwhelmed. When he takes your face in his hands, he finds that your cheeks are burning, too.
You nod into his warm palms in silent reply, back in the comfort of your shell all over again.
“What’d you do that for, huh?” Eddie singsongs with a quiet laugh. His thumb dances over your cheekbones as he grins at you. “You know I don’t like you getting involved with those assholes.”
“They don’t get to talk to you like that… Or put their hands on you,” you mutter. Despite your soft tone, Eddie can see the fury flashing in your eyes, getting angry about it all over again.
His smile widens — proud and hopelessly in love with you. “No. They don’t. Especially not with my girl around, huh?”
“Nope,” you murmur, popping the p. A sheepish grin pulls at your mouth, equally as proud and in love.
Eddie leans down to kiss you, guiding your mouth to his with the hands cupping your jaw. It’s innocuously chaste, being that you’re still standing in a public parking lot. You could never quite stomach the attention of PDA, anyway. His pink lips lock with yours in a fleeting peck, and his arms wrap around you a second later.
He smothers you into his chest, and you revel in every second of it. He smells like cigarette smoke and the cologne he tried to cover it up with. He smells like a home you could live in forever.
You smile into the thrifted Blondie tee you got him — which he happily accepted because he loves you (even though he hates Blondie). He presses a kiss into your hair and smushes his nose into the crown of it as he laughs.
“‘Is that the one your mom works at?’” Eddie repeats with a soft chuckle, chest swelling with pride once more. “God, babe. That’s good.”
“Shut up…” you murmur.
“I’m serious! I didn’t know you were such a good smack-talker! I think you might be a genius, actually.”
“Don’t,” you grouse with a lighthearted scowl. You pull away from him only slightly — enough for him to put your face back in his hands again. You feel safest there, even if you are pouting up at him.
“You’re so cute,” the boy muses with a beam. His eyes glimmer like a sea of chocolate syrup, melting with all the love he has for you. “You’re like a cinnamon roll. A cinnamon roll that could bite people.”
“That’s exactly what I am,” you monotone and try your best not to smile.
Eddie couldn’t hide his grin if he tried. “And that’s exactly why I love you.”
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