#I know this is a long vent it's three in the morning so my thoughts are everywhere okay
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gaaaaaahh okay, I just finished rewatching the citadel arc and I have SO MANY FEELINGS?????
like, the amount of clones that died in that arc is like super high??? and like watch it okay, because EVRYTIME a clone dies, either Rex or Cody or Fives or another clone there will look to the fallen brother only for one of the Jedi to go "We must keep going." in their ominous Jedi voice and then the clones faces fall. And no, it didn't only happen with Echo (which is a whole rant in and off itself), it happend every. single. time.
by the end of it two clones fall off a wall, and as they walk past the bodies the Jedi don't even acknowledge them while Rex looks at them and doesn't even attempt to stop anymore because well, dead anyway, right?
and don't even get me started on HOW DEFEATED Fives sounds after Echos death, like he doesn't even have faith anymore that they'll get outta there alive. FIVES. MR. SUNSHINE AND OPTIMISM. MR. BLAST MY WAY OUTTA ANYTHING NO PROBLEM. (cute moment between him and rex though, when rex helps him up after an explosion, I like to think he did it also as a show of emotional support, but sTILL)
and THEN Piell dies and everybody is like "funeral time, we need to take a minute and honour him even though it could cost us the entire mission and our lives" and I'm??????? WHY???? you had to leave all the clones without ONE WORD of acknowledgement and Piell gets a whole funeral just because he's a Jedi? and like, I love Obi-Wan, okay, but he gives this little funeral speech and honours him and all that, but he doesn't even verbally mention the clones sacrifice, even though the clones ARE RIGHT THERE WITH THEM.
like how's that gotta feel for Fives, who just lost his last batch mate and the only thing that was said after his cry out for his brother was "We gotta go!" like, way to make them all feel like second-class citizens
and like, later on Plo does refer to the remaining team as "survivors", which does acknowledge that many lives were lost, which is very in character and I love that, but honestly, it's still like a bandaid on a bandage level wound, yanno? anyway, this was torture, thanks for the experience.
bonus: when tarkin and anakin shake hands in the end of the episode you hear like ONE BEAT of the Imperial March and it chilled me to the bone (a sticker for Obi for saying he doesn't like Tarkin immediately after he left)
bonus bonus: 2/3 of this arc is Anakin bonding with the guy who later tries to slap ahsoka with the death sentence even though she rescued him like three times and I just think that's real cringe bro
#I know this is a long vent it's three in the morning so my thoughts are everywhere okay#the feelings were to many I had to express them yanno#the citadel#clone wars#star wars#the clone wars#clones#swtcw#captain rex#arc trooper fives#arc trooper echo#commander cody#ahsoka tano#anakin skywalker#obi wan kenobi#wilhuff tarkin
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✧.* HABITS .1
Summary: Chris, your best friend's brother, is in a relationship. Despite that, the two of you began a discreet fwb relationship that initially felt enjoyable. However, as time goes on, you find yourself unable to resist developing deeper feelings for him.
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I take a deep breath, casting my gaze over at the peacefully sleeping body next to me. Chris's features are like a canvas before me – his brown hair, now tousled and covering his eyes, freckles emerging as the weather warms, his pink lips slightly parted, and his chest rising rhythmically with every breath. My attention shifts to both our phones resting on the nightstand. In my effort to check the time without disturbing his slumber, I grab the first phone I can reach, unwittingly selecting Chris's
7:28 am
Missed call from Anna 🤍
Anna 🤍: Baby, I miss you.
Anna 🤍: Call me later, ily x.
I sigh and power off my phone, tracing my fingers over the edge of his phone case.
I'm know what you're thinking – I'm a horrible person. Fucking with someone in a relationship is undeniably a shitty thing to do. I don't argue with that. Chris and I started seeing eachother three months ago, while he's been dating Anna for two. It started at some after party, one thing lead to another and all I knew was that it felt good and I didn’t want to stop. But when he started getting serious with Anna, I attempted to end it with him, but when his lips find your neck, creating a symphony of kisses and heavy breaths while his fingers deliver everything you crave and more, it's impossible to say no.
The real predicament, however, is his brother, Nick. Nick is my best friend, and I love him more than myself. I wasn't particularly close to Matt, but Nick and I were platonic soulmates. He had no clue about Chris and me. In fact, he hasn't even seen us having more than three conversations together. The main source of my guilt was Nick, not Anna – who, to be honest, was kind of a bitch.
I sigh and turn my attention back to Chris, gently shaking him awake. He groans, his hand finding its way to my waist. "Chris, wake up. You need to go," I whisper softly, nudging him awake for school. He grumbles a bit more before sitting up, rubbing his eyes sleepily. Grabbing his shirt from the edge of the bed, he throws it on, standing up to put on his shoes – a routine we've established by now.
I rise from my bed, dressed in shorts and a long-sleeve top, and head to my closet to pick out an outfit for school. A presence leans down beside me, a hand on my waist, prompting me to turn around. Chris smiles down at me, his blue eyes locking onto mine. "I'll see you at school later, yeah?" he practically whispers, leaning toward me. "Mhm," I hum, nodding. He smiles, presses a soft kiss to my lips, then pulls away, leaving my room, followed by the sound of my front door shutting.
I turn to look at myself in the mirror, taking back breath, alone again.
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"They're just driving me crazy," Nick vents as we walk down the hallway. He's caught up in a massive argument with Matt and Chris, and he's been on tangent about it all morning. Leaning against the wall further down the hall, I spot Chris with his girlfriend and their friends. Our eyes lock, and as I approach down his side of the hallway, Anna grabs his face, pulling him into a kiss. I avert my gaze, walking on with Nick, attempting to push aside the twinge of jealousy.
"Y/n?" Nick interrupts my thoughts as we reach our classroom. "You okay?" he asks, holding the door open for us. "Yeah, just didn't sleep well last night," I reply, a half-truth.
"Alright, you still coming to the lacrosse game tonight?" Nick questions as we take our seats. I reach into my bag for my books. "Yeah, of course, I'll be there," I reply with a smile. Nick hated attending the games but had to as the photographer. He'd always pick me up and drop me off after the game, so it didn't bother me much. "I heard Nate's looking forward to seeing you there," Nick smirks, teasing me about Nate's crush. My cheeks tint red, but I manage a smile. Nate had had a thing for me for a while, and the idea wasn't unappealing. I wasn't blind - he was a good looking and nice guy.
I push my hair behind my ear, and my attention is drawn to the door. Chris walks in with his friends, including Nate. Speak of the devil. I lock eyes with Nate, and he smiles, taking a seat in front of me, with Chris to his right. I find myself staring at the back of Chris's head, contemplating that with school ending this year, I've got nothing left to lose.
Suddenly, Nate turns around, catching me off guard. "Do you have a spare pen?" he smiles at me. I momentarily freeze before handing him a spare pen. "Yeah," I reply. As I pass it over, our fingers brush. "Thanks. Am I gonna see you tonight at the game?" He smirks, propping his arm on the back of his chair. I smile, looking at him, when I notice Chris's eyes turning cold, glancing over at us without turning his head. I refocus on Nate, "Yeah, I'll see you there," I reply, leaning forward slightly. I hear Chris kiss his teeth, prompting both Nate and me to glance over. Nate smirks at me, his eyes flickering over my lips and back to my eyes before turning back around.
I know this will rile Chris up, tension building. It's unfair; he could be with other girls, but if I even talk to another guy, he acts possessive. I brace myself, knowing he'd run it up on me tonight; I'm in for it now.
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dollface. | hhj
✩‧₊˚ pairing — hyunjin x f!reader genre — established relationship, newfound romance, sappy love <33 warnings — tooth rotting fluff, smut, love making, oral (f. receiving), piv, breeding kink, praise kink, cute hand holding during s*x >.<
a/n: ahhhh, i’m finally back w another post !! ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و ♡ i feel saur bad for not posting in a while but i’ve been super busy w school and other stuff ughhh. but i had lots of fun writing this and it was supposed to be WAY shorter than this but uh… got carried away ig? lmaooo. n e ways, enjoyy and lmk your thoughts on this, muahhhh
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there’s nothing quite like being passionately in love. being with that special someone who you call your one and only, your other half. the one you rush home to every night after a long day at work, venting as they listen with open ears. the one who knows you better than themselves and remembers every tiny detail you tell them. the person you want to spend the rest of eternity and take your very last breath with.
you couldn’t picture this experience with anyone else but hyunjin. everyday felt like a new chapter of a fairytale when you’re with him, his love was profound, gracious, and so thoughtful— he spoiled you immensely with affection. hyunjin is a patient and understanding lover, he’ll always do things on your terms and never pressures you into something you aren’t comfortable with. his kind and caring nature is what drew you to him in the beginning, he had a timid personality at first but it didn’t take long for him to open up and reveal his true inner self around you. in his eyes, everything felt so easy with you, as if he already knew you in a past life; it almost scared him how quickly his feelings grew. hyunjin couldn’t help it though, within only three weeks of knowing you he asked you to be his girlfriend and the rest was history. a full month has passed and though you’re both still technically in the “honeymoon phase” you don’t think this feeling will ever truly dissipate.
what you love most about hyunjin is his attentiveness, he wasn’t lying when he said he knew you in a past life; his ability to read you like a novel came as second nature to him. he could almost tell instantly when you were upset or feeling down, and he knew exactly how to cheer you up, he’s partially the reason why your confidence has gotten so much better lately. hyunjin makes you feel more than wanted, he provides you with constant reassurance and cares more about you than his own self. “you’re the reason i keep going, my reason to strive to become a better person. i don’t know where i’d be without you baby.” he admitted in the first month of dating, most people would be scared off by how intensely he feels when he’s in love, but you? you embraced it dearly, you embraced all of him. the bond you two shared was like no other, he was meant to be yours and you were meant to be his— souls connected by fate. before you met hyunjin, the concept of soulmates seemed unbelievably cliche, but now, you can’t comprehend how you once lived a life without knowing him.
hyunjin would move mountains for you, he’d do absolutely any and everything to make you happy. you like to believe the relationship is an equal 50/50 ratio but hyunjin is beyond whipped for you, the first thought in his mind when waking up every morning is how beautiful you look when you’re peacefully asleep, making sure he doesn’t cause too much movement to wake you up. as soon as you do though, he’s instantly all over you, showering you with his sweet honey-glazed words and kisses softer than velvet. beautiful, captivating, endearing; those are what you’d use to describe the way hyunjin shows his love. he loves unapologetically and has no shame in it, he doesn’t care if he gets called a “simp” for wanting to please his girl— people only see your relationship from an outside lens, they’ll never understand and it didn’t matter to either of you. hyunjin is a lovesick puppy for you, always craving your touch when you aren’t around, but as soon as he’s with you he’s all yours.
“baby, you know you can use me whenever you’re stressed, you look a bit worn out and could use some much needed relaxation. tell me what you want, just say the words, i’m here to please you dollface.” god… he knew exactly how to make you melt after a tiring day of work, and that nickname; dollface, the way it rolled off his tongue so elegantly made you a dripping mess. “y-you don’t need to, you already do so much for me hyunnie… i appreciate how much you wanna take care of me.” you sheepishly respond, hyunjin wasn’t too keen on your answer though. “i know i don’t necessarily need to, but i really want to. let me be of use to you princess, please, just wanna take care of you, anything you want and i’ll do it. there’s no one in this world i’d do this for besides you, i wholeheartedly believe i was put on this earth to be with you.” his words pulled you in like a magnetic force, easily getting you to cave to his desires, who were you to deny your angelic entity of a boyfriend? you let his hands freely roam your body, noticing the faint black nail lacquer coated on his fingertips as he palms your breasts outside the skimpy tank top you wore underneath your work shirt. hyunjin’s plush pink lips connect with yours for a moment, relishing in the sweet taste of you as he pinches your lightly covered nipple. “m’gonna make you feel so amazing… you’ll feel like you’re floating after this, trust me dollface.”
the petname he gave you never left his vocabulary since the day he first said it. he’d say it in the most sensual tone, you never realized you might have a voice kink until you met hyunjin. one moment you were kissing him slowly then the next he was below you, in between your precious thighs. his tongue felt like heaven, gliding the wet muscle against your sensitive bundle of nerves, letting you gush all over his face and chin. hyunjin couldn’t help himself, he loved feeling your legs shake around him, hearing the subtle whimpers and cries escape your lips— this is what keeps him going. “hmmmnn..” he’d hum against your aching core, sending a vibration of tingles to your spine. your hips involuntarily buck into him, grinding against his mouth as he sucks on your puffy clit, making you moan out his name in utter utopia. “hyunjin… hyunjin… mmphh fuck..” eyes rolling to the back of your head from the way he’s french kissing your cunt. hyunjin loves taking his sweet time with you, he’s never been the type to rush anything, he prefers making love over just pure “fucking”, he sees no point in sex if it’s not meaningful to him. you can feel the passion through him as he went down on you, eating your pussy like it’s his last meal on earth. your toes curled from the intense pleasure, tears almost forming in the corner of your eyes from feeling slightly overwhelmed— you’ll survive though, you always do.
“mmm… shit! t-think m’gonna cum ssooon hyune.” you mewl, body heat rising faster as you feel yourself getting close, your hands land on top of hyunjin’s head, lacing your fingers through to grab a fistful of his soft chocolate brown hair. “yeah? gonna come on my tongue like a good girl for me?” he pants heavily before diving back in, this time picking up a faster pace, your body felt like it was burning from the inside. “ahhh, fuck yes, hyunjin!” arching your back from the sensation, vision going blank for a moment as you come undone for the first time tonight. it’s no surprise hyunjin can make you orgasm so easily for him, he already knows your body so well— better than any man has ever attempted trying in the past, no one compares to him. hyunjin lifts his head up from between your legs, looking up at you with those endearing puppy dog eyes, face glistening with your wetness as he crawls over to give you a heartwarming kiss. you wanted nothing more than to be filled up completely by him, the crave for his cock gets more intense when you feel the massive boner he’s sporting underneath the tight boxer briefs he’s wearing. “hyunjin..” you whimper pathetically for him, “yes baby?” “i need you inside… p-please..” you were being more than needy right now but he wasn’t going to make you beg for it, he never did, he was just as willing to give you his cock just as much as you wanted it. “only since you asked so nicely, i’ll give whatever you want when you talk to me like that. i’ll fill this cute little hole up and stuff you with all my cum dollface.” his cock twitched at the thought of breeding you, he wants you to have every last drop of him inside.
“sss.. ah shiiit, so fuckin’ tight.” hyunjin grunts from the way his cock is getting swallowed by your heat, never keeping his eyes off watching while sliding it in. your legs wrap around his waist securely, mouth going permanently agape as he buries himself deep within. as soon as he picked up a steady rhythm his lips go to your neck, kissing and nipping at it delicately, fucking you so nice and slow. his hips moved gracefully, languidly pumping in and out while leaving small hickeys to your neck and chest. your warmth made his brain short circuit multiple times— one more stroke and he might just lose all consciousness. hyunjin couldn’t stop himself from admiring the way you looked right now, even during this he finds your beauty absolutely astonishing. he wants to hold you so bad, more than anything, but he can’t do that now, so what’s the next best option? holding your hand of course. hyunjin’s hand creeps up beside yours, gently taking it into his grasp, intertwining your fingers. he thrusts into you a bit a harder this time, but not too hard to the point where you’d want to scream, just softly moaning out his name like a sweet lullaby. “i love you y/n.” hyunjin murmurs out, not fully realizing what he just said. this was the first time he’s ever said this, he’s always thought it for quite some time but he dared not to say until the time was right… well, until now.
you were a little taken aback from his confession, since you two have only been dating for a month but you can’t deny that you love him too. you’ve never felt so strongly about someone in such a short span of time, let alone finding your soulmate you want to the spend of your life with. a loud sigh releases from you as he angles his hips differently, providing you with much deeper strokes. “i-i love- fuck.. i love y-you too hyune.” you croak, barely able to speak from how good he’s making you feel, you squeeze his hand tighter, eyelids momentarily fluttering shut from so much pleasure. hyunjin was ecstatic to hear you loved him back, he knew since the day he met you that he’d end up falling for you, how could he not honestly? he was so happy he could cry, his emotions were all over the place but right now, he wanted to give you what he’s promised since this started. “ughh… ‘m really close babe..” he mumbles out, slowing down slightly as his strokes get sloppier, reaching out his free hand to rub gentle circles on your clit. you don’t say anything in response, instead you draw out more semi-loud moans, biting your lip as you feel your climax approaching too. everything around you felt fuzzy, you continued whimpering out, gripping his hand tightly, clenching around his cock as your soul cries out in triumph. hyunjin let’s out a deep guttural groan, releasing his milky white essence inside, both bodies trembling from the aftermath.
“so fucking beautiful,” he lowly husks, “already came twice for me good job babygirl.” his praises made you feel so loved and appreciated, literally the sweetest boyfriend you could ever ask for. “do you really love me?” you hesitantly ask, anyone can say anything during sex but your actions afterwards is what truly matters. hyunjin’s eyebrow furrows confusedly, “yes, of course i meant it, i’ve never told anyone i loved them before. that word holds… a lot of meaning to me.” he’s never felt anything close to this before, he knows this is real love. “god, you’re so damn perfect.” the compliments wouldn’t stop, he could go on the biggest tirades about how much you mean to him. your nose scrunches at his sweetness, giggling a bit, “you’re so cute.” your lips curl into a dainty smile, mind still feeling hazy from your post orgasm. hyunjin leans into you closely, staring at your pretty lips before planting a chaste kiss to them. nothing can compare to this, being young and in love. there’s nothing better than creating memories with the man you want to be with for the rest of your life, start a family and grow old with. only one person you could ever see a future with and that was hyunjin. he’s more than sure about you too, he’s even more excited for what’s to come, ready to embark on this long journey of love. he attempts to get impossibly closer than he already is, wrapping his arms around your frame and kissing your forehead, “you’re way cuter, dollface.”
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when it rains (obi-wan x reader)
summary: being in love with obi-wan is great - but it might be less difficult if he knew about it. (commission for @ofmusesandsecrets!)
warnings: language
You were generally quite good at keeping your shit together.
Obi-Wan Kenobi had always been a threat to that.
On the surface, you were everything a Senator could need to be; an intelligent and well-spoken individual, with a high level of education and a passion for change. You always stood up for what you believed in; always spoke up on issues you were passionate about and always fighting the good fight. These were all things that Obi-Wan had loved about you, and in what felt like the galaxy's cruellest Catch 22, it was that love that threatened your ability to upkeep appearances. One glance at him across the Senate, or a brief moment of eye contact at one of the Galas - more often than not where he was your bodyguard - and you were worried it would all come tumbling down.
You had met Kenobi a few years after he'd become a Jedi Master. You were early on in your career as a politician, working as an apprentice to a higher-level representative. Always on the go, with stacks of paperwork in your arms and a million thoughts brewing in your mind, you'd crossed paths with Obi-Wan one morning during a meeting in the Temple. He'd given you a smile, made a quip about how he'd never seen you not on the go (which confirmed to you that he had seen you before and had stared long enough to notice those details about you).
Five years later, you hadn't been able to look at anyone else.
He was your best friend now, undoubtedly and wholly. You saw each other every day at the least - maybe in meetings and occasionally in passing - but he would come to your apartment every night without fail. Mostly just to catch up, and sometimes just to vent. Even on the days where Anakin had driven him to the point of grey hair, you were still happy to listen.
It was raining tonight in Coruscant. A lot. Lashing down from the sky, putting most of the city to a halt. Your afternoon meeting had been cancelled as a result, which meant you'd been holed up in your apartment all afternoon, a mug of tea in one hand and a stack of paperwork in the other. Obi-Wan's first ever comment to you had always rung true; you were always on the go, even when you were sat still. There was always something on your mind - something to create, something to do, something to debate. Sometimes, it made Obi-Wan want to grab your shoulders, give you a little shake and tell you to slow the fuck down.
He turned up just after 8PM - drenched, as expected, and with a slightly wet coffee cup in hand. In your line of work, you could afford a slow afternoon. For Obi-Wan, your busiest day of work was comparable to one he'd find relaxing. You had no doubt that he'd not long wrapped up for the night, so you wasted no time in stepping aside and letting him into your apartment.
"Long day?" you asked, eyebrows raised.
Obi-Wan glared at you. "Long day. Wet day."
"Right, sorry," you snorted. Taking the coffee cup out his hands, you tossed it into the garbage and headed towards your kitchen. "C'mon, I'll make you a drink that's not half rainwater."
"Thank you, darling," he gave you a small smile, hot on your tail as he followed you through the apartment. "I heard the Senate meeting was called early this afternoon."
"Yeah," you replied. "At like 2PM. Half the people due to come couldn't make it due to the weather. It took me two hours to get home."
"You should have come and found me at the Temple," Obi-Wan said. "You know my room is always available."
You knew. You'd always known, even on the nights when Obi-Wan was present there too. How many times had you stayed over after a long night? Snuck back there after a Gala? Just to sleep three feet apart, both your minds working at a thousand miles an hour, purely to resist the urge to reach out towards him and curl up into his side. The idea of domesticity with Obi-Wan was almost enough to kill you, just as it was right now. Here he was, leant against your kitchen counter. He was throwing his wet cloak into your tumble drier, hands reaching for a tea towel on the side. He was acting like he lived here, like he paid half the rent and maker, you wished he would. You wished that he would come back here every night and just fucking stay. With you, here, forever. No outside world; no politics; no stupid Jedi laws.
"Where did you go?" he asked.
You blinked in surprise. "What?"
"Your mind - it went somewhere," Obi-Wan continued. "What are you thinking about?"
"Oh, uh...just work," you forced a smile. "You know how it is."
"I turn off when I'm done," he replied, hand brushing down your arm. "You never really stop, do you?"
I stop thinking about work, you thought to yourself, but I never stop thinking about you.
"No, I will," you murmured. "Sorry."
"Never be sorry," Obi-Wan said.
You snapped back into action, hands quickly chucking ingredients into a mug in order to produce an acceptable cup of coffee. You knew Obi-Wan's routine with his fancy-ass drip filter and organic beans and locally sourced milk. It was a few levels above the instant coffee you were about to press into his hands, but your actions were still met with a smile.
"How are you going to get back to the Temple later?" you asked. "The storm has half the city at a standstill and I beg you not to say that you're walking."
He smiled. "I realised as soon as I got to your building that I may be trapped for the night."
"Right," you replied, fighting back your own smile. "That's sort of the point I was getting to anyways."
Your eyes met, and you couldn't help but sometimes wonder if he felt it too. If his eyes lingered on yours when you turned away, if you were constantly on his mind every moment that you were apart. Of course, it was different for him; after all, the job he'd dedicated his very life to forbade attachment in any form and this? Well, this was the highest form.
"I have some of my brothers clothes in the hallway closet," you broke the silence. "You're welcome to steal some."
Obi-Wan smiled. "Thank you, darling."
It wasn't really a question between you about where he would be sleeping. You only had one bed and you'd already shared before, so what was the point in overcomplicating it? Well...overcomplicating it even more. Nothing about this was simple, and sharing a bed was not the distance you needed for the situation, but what did you care anymore? You yearned to be around the man all the time, even if it meant doing this weird to-and-fro that you'd had going on for half a decade. Him being in your bed just for tonight was fine. You were both tired. You both needed it.
Obi-Wan picked up his mug, giving your arm another squeeze.
"I'm going to go and shower," he said. "Thank you letting me stay."
You smiled and nodded. "Always."
Putting aside your own half empty coffee, you threw it into the sink - that would be tomorrow's problem, as would all of this - and went through to the bedroom. You could hear the shower running, and your mind again went off to that all too familiar place: home. Not here, but wherever Obi-Wan was. What you wouldn't have given to had this every night; you getting ready for bed, him in the shower, both of you planning to end up in the same bed. It wasn't possible. You knew it wasn't possible, as long as he were still a Jedi and as long as you were still a Senator. Hell, you would have thrown your position aside in seconds if it meant being with him. Maybe that was the difference between the two of you.
Changing into a baggy shirt and sweatpants, you threw aside the covers and climbed into bed. The sheets were cold, as they always were when you first went to bed, but knowing someone else was minutes away from warming them up sent butterflies to your stomach. Maybe not butterflies, so much as they were wasps. Big, anxious wasps, at the idea of being in such close proximity with your best friend. What if this was the night that three foot meant fuck all? Maybe you could actually have his arms around; keep him closer for longer, not just a brief hug or a quick touch. This could be it now.
You heard the water shut off and there was a brief shuffling. A few moments later, Obi-Wan exited the bathroom. He'd opted for sweatpants too, but no shirt. Your instincts said to look away, but you couldn't. Hell, you didn't even care that you looked like a creep, watching him as he crossed the room. Obi-Wan barely even noticed, simply placing his boots by the door and climbing into bed beside you. You could feel the heat off his body beside you, arms just inches from touching.
"Was the shower okay?" you asked, eager to break the silence that had once again formed. "I've been having problems with...with my hot water."
"Why are you nervous?"
You blinked. "I'm not nervous."
"Yes, you are," Obi-Wan replied. "You always ramble when you're nervous, and I've never heard you talk about something as boring as how well your shower is working."
"Right," you murmured. "Sorry."
"That still doesn't answer my question," he pushed. "Why are you nervous? It's me, sweetheart."
"Maybe that's exactly why I'm nervous," you muttered. "I'm not sure. I just...it's weird that you're shirtless in my bed."
"Oh," he seemed surprise. "That's okay. I can sleep on the sofa-"
"- no, no, it's fine," you quickly cut him off. "I just never really know what to do these situations, to be honest. When we've slept together before, I've always tried my best to stay on the other side of the bed but...I'm not so sure I want to do that tonight."
Obi-Wan stared blankly ahead for a moment. Okay, so that had been risky as fuck, and for a moment you felt yourself reeling, waiting for his reaction. To your surprise, there wasn't really one. Even when it was the most forward you'd been - without really being forward at all - he still stayed stoic as always. There was no visible response, just a quick blink and a small shrug.
"We're both cold from the rain," he reasoned. "It makes sense. I see no reason why we have to stay on opposite sides of the bed."
Much to your surprise, he was the one to move first. He shuffled onto his side, a large arm coming around your waist and the other snaking underneath you. He pulled you into him, hand guiding your head into his neck and tucking it below his chin. You were stiff for a second, but quickly relaxed - this felt right. Like it was meant to be.
You could faintly smell the remains of his aftershave, mixed with the smell of your shower gel. His skin was still warm from the shower.
(And maybe it was).
"Are you warmer now?" he asked quietly.
"Yeah," you murmured. "Toasty."
He smiled. "Good - now get some sleep."
You knew the morning would come, and that Obi-Wan would have to leave; you knew even more that this might not happen again. Not unless luck was on your side and would happen to lump you together during a storm, or a black out. Or - and the more terrifying option - that you declared your love for him and this would be how every night was.
It was hard to know; hard to tell and predict, just like everything else in the galaxy. Still, you were grateful that Obi-Wan was your best friend, and even more grateful that you had tonight.
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Okay I’ve been toying with an idea for a Six of Crows au post-Crooked Kingdom where Van Eck won for a little while now and yeah idk but I had a scene idea come to me just now so I’m gonna write it here to see what you guys think and if there’s any interest then I might add it to my list of fics to write
This feels like a weird introduction but, er, here we go:
Inej knew the moment Kaz got home. There were no longer any crowds in the house to come to attention at his entrance, or if there were then no-one had bothered to come down to the half-room and tell Inej, but she could hear his voice drifting through the vents as soon as the door upstairs banged shut behind him.
“Where’s Inej?”
“Where do you think?” Matthias’ reply came roughly, and Inej could all but picture the disapproving grimace that must be crossing his face about now.
Let him judge. She didn’t need to leave the half-room, and for as long as that was true she wouldn’t. The vents did not give her every room though, and she did miss gathering her secrets. She wondered if there was anyone else in the house, but the five of them. Five? She stopped and counted them on her fingers. Yes, five. Hopefully still five. Inej had not bothered to leave the half-room in days, and no-one had been down to see her since yesterday morning.
She heard the door click open behind her, of course, but she did not bother to look up as Dirtyhands entered the room.
“Wraith,”
“Don’t you read the papers, Kaz?” Inej asked, without turning, “The Wraith is dead,”
She stood up, hand wandering across the table for her little pot of jurda. It tasted like shit and it wasn’t nearly as strong as she wanted it to be, but it took less than a month for the price of the blossoms to surpass the height of the stars so she’d have to make do with whatever they had left.
“Inej-”
“They found her body on the steps outside the Church of Barter almost three months ago, remember?” she finally turned to face Kaz, unscrewing the lid on the little silver pot as she did so, “Killed by some mercenary called the White Blade, who still hasn’t been found by they way in case you haven’t seen the latest. I guess it’s difficult to catch a ghost,”
Difficult to catch a wraith.
“We’ve had this conversation several times, Inej-”
“And we’re going to have it again,”
Inej placed an orange jurda blossom on her tongue, then offered the open container to Kaz. It was almost empty. He waved her off.
“I thought you didn’t go in for that sort of thing,”
Inej shrugged.
“Gotta stay awake somehow, haven’t I? We’re busy,”
“We’re not on a job”
“We’re never on a job. Unless the reason you’ve bothered to grace me with your presence is a proposition?”
Kaz shook his head.
“I just wanted to tell you there’s no news,”
Inej looked away. There was never any news. And yet somehow she always expected differently.
“He’s dead, isn’t he?”
“Probably,”
Inej caught another jurda blossom between her fingers. She needed to stay awake, because if she slept she would see him. She would see all the ways she’d failed.
“It wasn’t your fault, Inej, we’re having the same conversations on repeat can’t you see-,”
“And we’ll have them again,” she shrugged, “We will have this conversation again, Kaz, because I made a mistake and you are coddling me like a child who won’t be able cope if you tell them something was their fault. Tell me it was my fault, Kaz! We both know that it’s true,”
Kaz shook his head.
“I’d rather repeat the previous,”
“Then let’s,” snapped Inej, because hell if this jurda wasn’t strong enough to keep her awake then maybe an argument would be, “Let’s repeat the goddamn conversation, Kaz, because you’re right. We have the same two conversations on repeat and do you want to know why? Because I am owning up to the mistake I made and I am trying to deal with the consequences of it, but you had no right to do what you did, do you understand me? You messed up and you need to take some damn responsibility, because if you think-”
“You always knew Tailoring Dunyasha’s body to look like yours was a possibility for your escape option,” said Kaz, calmly.
She hated how quiet his voice was, how slow and deliberate he sounded next to the and ramblings that she could not stop from stumbling out of her.
“You know that’s not what I meant,” she hissed, slamming her jurda back down on the table.
“I couldn’t have done anything to stop that,”
“You could have tried,”
“Inej-”
“Shevrati,”
Know-nothing.
She waved a hand vaguely at the door.
“Get out,”
Kaz turned to leave, then paused.
“I am sorry, Inej. They’d like to see you upstairs, you know. Nina misses you,”
“Nina can come down here then,”
“Inej… I can’t do anything for you but apologise,”
“Keep you apologies,” she snarled, and when the door had closed behind him added: “Choke on them,”
Kaz could apologise all he wanted. She would not forgive him. What right did he have to expect anything different from her than this? Did any of them? Kaz had not had to watch his parents cry, as they carried home the body of a child that wasn’t theirs. Kaz had not had to feel the ironclad grip of the person he thought he’d trusted most in the world as they held him back and told him to swallow his sobs and keep quiet. Kaz had not given up and gone limp in their arms, a mess of tears and useless prayers, as he saw his parents slip from his grasp once again and knew that he would not have the chance to tell them truth.
Kaz had also not failed the others, and did not have to feel the truth of that choking him every time he saw them. Kaz had not spent almost three months barely daring to venture out of the half room, just so he would never have to lock eyes with Jesper Fahey. There was a scream inside Inej that had been slowly building itself since the day of the auction, and if she did not find a way to release it soon it may very well eat her alive.
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Maroon (part two)
modern!Aemond Targaryen x f!reader
And I wake with your memory over me
That's a real fucking legacy to leave
A series loosely based on the song Maroon of off Midnights by Taylor Swift ▪︎ read more Daemon & Aemond midnights imagines here: masterlist
series list: part one - part two - part three -
themes/warnings: fluff, angst, slow burn, mutual pining, slight love triangle, language, accident/severe injury (towards the end)
word count: 7.3k
a/n: just a little explanation on their ages, since they are aged up for this series. Jace, the reader, Helaena and Aemond are in their mid-twenties. Alys is in her mid-thirties. Luke is around 21/22. Feel free to adjust if you wish.
Also, the photo I used is of Tom Bennett, as I felt the need to use a modernized look for Aemond, but nevertheless, he is still Aemond - silver haired, sullen, and soon enough, sapphire-eyed. If my photo editing skills are up to par, then I would have edited shoulder-length (yup, for this story) silver hair and modern clothes on our Aemond, but alas...
happy reading, beautiful people. 🖤
The morning after their interrupted kiss, the reader learns more about Aemond's apparent lover. She grows discouraged with striking up a romance with him, but he is determined to change her mind.
There is a curious knot in your stomach when you wake, remembering the night before. Aemond had leaned in close, so close, that you feel as if his scent still surrounds you.
The deep green walls of his bedroom are still burned into your eyes. From then on, there is no way that this particular shade of green won’t bring you back to that night. With him.
With Aemond. The one who has flooded your thoughts for almost a year now. The object of your desire.
Although, it seems… that he might already have his own object of desire.
Why did Alys visit him so late last night? You want to feign innocence, and remain oblivious to any and all lewd possibilities. Maybe she’s just a dear friend, who needed some company. Perhaps to have a drink, or to borrow a book? Or perhaps she has had some romantic trouble earlier last evening, and needed to vent her heart out to Aemond, who is nothing if not an attentive listener.
Well, shit. You slam your palm to your forehead as you allow reality to set in. You can continue to hope, but deep down, you know that Alys is not just a friend to Aemond.
This might be one of the very few instances wherein tabloid fodder has some truth to it. Dragonstone heir and model socialite spotted leaving Claridge’s Hotel in London after a wild night out.
That was just one of the several headlines that caught your eye, and immediately chose to ignore. You don’t even remember how long ago that was, but it seems as if their story is yet to reach its end.
If, indeed, it ever will.
But why was he going to kiss me? I mean, he was, wasn’t he?
You turn to the side, and notice that you’re all alone in bed. Helaena always wakes up much earlier, preferring to be awake as the sun rises, which leaves her ample time to go about her extensive morning routine.
Before you allow your rampant thoughts to get the better of you, you finally get up, wiping sleep from your eyes, and stumble to her bathroom. As you study your reflection is the mirror, one thing springs to your mind. What is going to happen if you meet Aemond downstairs? Granted, it is rare for the whole family to convene early during weekdays, but he did say he will meet you in the morning.
You take your sweet time getting ready, delaying the inevitable, before finally heading downstairs.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
The clock above an alcove in the kitchen reads 8:17. The smell of pancakes waft through the air, calming your senses. Breakfast food is always a good idea.
Helaena comes into view, stacking the last pancakes on a plate.
“Hey, sleepyhead. Nice face.” She jokes, smiling in her carefree way.
“What about it?” You scrunch your nose in response, picking off a blueberry from a glass bowl on the kitchen counter.
“Rough night?” She turns off the induction stove, having finished, and you help her carry the dishes to the dining table.
Talia, their housekeeper, walks in the kitchen. A worried look is etched on her face. “Ma’am, are you sure there isn’t anything I can do for you? I can cook you something else, or fetch something from the store? Your mother says - ”
“Everything’s fine, Talia.” Helaena assures her. She has never really indulged having a maid to clean up after her. One thing about Helaena, she’s very likely the most simple one out of the family, not bothering with the usual trappings of luxury, and that includes having a maid at her every beck and call. Helaena only asks for help when she needs it, and as it stands, she’s perfectly capable of cooking up a damn good breakfast. “Why don’t you attend to yourself this morning?”
“A-attend to myself, ma’am?” Talia asks.
“Yes,” Helaena shoots a smile at you conspiratorially, “Talia, go out and take a walk, or watch a movie, or get a massage. Whatever you want, it’s on us. The rest of the family are either busy working, hungover somewhere, or out of town, anyway. We’ll be fine for today.”
Talia smiles brightly in appreciation. “Very well then. Thank you, ma’am. Please do call me if you need anything at all.”
Helaena nods her head once. Talia makes a move to leave, but she seems to recall something.
“Oh, uh, Miss Y/n?” She addresses you this time. “Sir Aemond did say that he’s very sorry that he isn’t able to see you this morning. He left very early, quite in a rush. There must have been something very pressing at work.”
“Oh.” You could not hide the disappointment in your voice. Or was it relief? “Aemond’s not here?”
“He did say he would call you, though, as soon as he can.”
Aemond isn’t here. “Right. Well, thanks for letting me know, Talia.”You smile at her genuinely, while feeling slightly empty inside from the notion of Aemond’s absence. There was no reason to be excited or nervous, after all. A shame, really. “And please, call me Y/n.”
“Of course, Y/n. And, it’s not a problem. Sir Aemond did seem quite distressed about having to leave. I’m sure he’d be annoyed with me if I don’t let you know.”
“Oh, that’s for sure.” Helaena rolls her eyes, smiling at you. “If I didn’t know any better, I would say that my brother’s kinda infatuated with you.”
Before a warmth can develop in your chest from what Helaena claims, another person walks in the kitchen. A long-legged, impossibly unblemished figure that is Alys Rivers.
Talia straightens, not as comfortable around Alys as she is with you and Helaena. She takes that as her cue to leave. She politely addresses each of you in turn. “Have a lovely morning, Ma’am. Y/n. Miss Alys.” Her tone bristles at the last name.
“Sooo,” Alys saunters over to the table, and daintily plops down on the seat opposite you and Helaena, “good morning, girls. You don’t mind if I join you for breakfast, do you?” She pops a piece of fruit in her mouth before you could respond.
“Not at all, Alys.” Helaena sighs. “It would be nice to finally speak to my brother’s…” She trails off, one eyebrow raising slyly. “…friend.”
Alys simply laughs it off, unfazed. “That’s nice of you, Helaena, but you don’t need to watch your words around me. I know that Aemond has never clearly stated what we are yet. But we are something, that much I’m sure of.” Her gaze trails over to you. “Nice sweater. You know, it looks a lot like my Aemond’s.”
My Aemond’s. God help me. “Oh, uhm,” you balk, not wanting to overstep the line with something that is completely none of your business, as far as you’re concerned, “he lent it to me last night. Clumsy ol’ me apparently can’t handle too much red wine. Literally and figuratively.”
You smile at Alys placatingly, but you’re not sure what for. Nothing happened last night, right? Nothing at all.
“Well, it looks good on you, darling.” She winks at you. The more she speaks, the more you realize how self-assured she is. Your first meeting, you’re wearing her… boyfriend’s…. sweater, and she’s only quick to accept your explanation. It’s as if she’s truly certain that no one can steal Aemond away from her.
“Thank you.” You awkwardly say, taking a sip of your coffee.
“So, Alys,” Helaena says, “tell us more about yourself. Surely we cannot just believe everything the gossip blogs say about you.”
“Right, well. I’m aware that I do have a certain image, but that’s all it is. An image. A kind of persona. It makes it easier to draw a line between my job and my personal life. I do enjoy the luxurious and fast-paced lifestyle that modelling brings, but that’s not everything. I am… more than that.”
Her statements catch you by surprise, slightly. You knew more than just to take her reputation at face value, but it’s different now. Aemond’s attraction to her might run deeper than you had hoped.
“I think it’s right that you do whatever you feel is best for you.” You find yourself genuinely saying, empathizing with how she feels. “I can’t claim to know exactly what it’s like, being in the public eye like that, but it must be hard. You should protect yourself, and if keeping up a kind of mask is something that works, then…” You purse your lips, and tilt your head, a show of your approval.
“Solidarity, sister.” Alys smiles at you, one which you return. “I mean, thanks for not judging me right away. Most people do.”
The rest of the morning is spent in a way you never would have expected to enjoy, but you do. Alys turns out to be more friendly than she seems, and it’s plain to see that she truly cares for Aemond. She did share her insecurities when it comes to him, and how he has set implicit boundaries between them.
Whenever she gets too close, he’s only quick to pull away. Aemond has predictably not made it clear what they are, and has never protested when Alys goes on dates with other people. Although she wishes that he would.
Each time Alys hints at how Aemond means to her makes you feel guilty. You know you want him, but she has been in the picture much longer than you. Do you even have a chance? Do you want one?
Eventually, Alys receives a call, which she explains is from her disgruntled manager, telling her that the call time for her photoshoot is nearing. She excuses herself, sashaying confidently out of the apartment. You can’t help but feel small, and the fact that you find her a tad intimidating is the least of your worries.
Aemond seems farther away from you, if he ever was close. Helaena notices your lowered spirits, and she spends the rest of the morning helping you get your mind off things.
But no movie, series, or copious amount of baked goods proves effective.
Despite your best efforts, Aemond Targaryen has taken refuge in your mind. And perhaps, your heart. But you would never admit that too soon.
Especially not now.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
The weekend is a welcome respite from your busy university schedule. Although you have to work a full shift at a local bookstore, you wouldn’t complain about it. It’s a calm and decent enough part-time job, and while it doesn’t pay much, you’re more than happy to be surrounded by books all day.
You rush into the bookstore, already half an hour late. Your bus was delayed for too long, and you did not even get to pick up your usual coffee on the way.
“Mel?” You call out to the owner. She’s always the first to come in, and open up shop. You rub your boots on the welcome mat, and make your way around the tall bookshelves. You spot her at the counter, arranging yesterday’s receipts into a folder.
“Good morning.” She greets you with her usual warm smile. “Don’t even worry about it, y/n.” She reassures you in time, already knowing you would apologize profusely for being late.
You breathe a sigh of relief, dropping your bag behind the counter. “I’ll just stay a bit later after closing. Help clean up everything.”
“No need.” She places a hand on your shoulder, and whispers close. “By the way, you have a visitor.”
“A visitor?”
“A handsome one, might I add. He’s sitting in the corner desk by the Classics section. I found him waiting outside so early. Poor kid said he wanted to be here as soon as the shop opened, and I don’t know about you, but I hardly believe it is because of his raging love for literature.”
“Oh, I see.” You stand dumbfounded, a new sense of nervousness settling over you. That handsome visitor can only be Aemond, can it?
“Go on, honey. Take your time. It’s not like the shop gets particularly busy this early.”
You slowly walk deeper into the shop, past the new releases, the sci-fi section, and then the romance.
And sure enough, there he sits.
His shoulder-length silver hair is in its usual half-up style, and his expensive black coat is draped on the back of his seat. His left hand holds a book on the table, while the other props up his face, his index finger absentmindedly running over his lips, deep in thought.
Your footsteps carry no sound, so he does not notice as you walk closer. You almost don’t want to bother him, as he looks so serene. Faint sunlight from an awning window warms the scene, casting a glow over him. Beautiful.
You find yourself leaning against a bookshelf, studying him, flashes of that night running through your head. He did leave you a message, explaining why he had to leave the morning after. You were not sure what to respond with, apart from “No problem. See you soon.”
Impersonal. Direct. Safe. Getting to know his lover that morning was a sort of wake-up call. You aren’t sure whether you’re ready to dive in deeper into the enigma that he poses. So you decided to leave it at that.
But it clearly was not enough for him, as evidenced by numerous subsequent missed calls.
His head turns, languidly, finally sensing your presence. When your eyes meet, a soft smile forms on his lips.
“Hello, darling.”
Shit. Two simple words and you’re all but ready to let go of any uncertainty you might have about him, then and there.
“Aemond,” you can’t help but smile in return, “to what do I owe this visit?”
He closes his book and sets it down on the table. He turns his body towards you, still seated, leaning back to take you in.
“Would you believe me if I said that I missed you?” He says smoothly, so sure of himself. He stresses, “I miss you.”
“It’s only been days since I last saw you, Aemond.” You roll your eyes in a poor attempt to hide the way you grow flustered.
“Feels like forever.” He stands, walking over to the bookshelf you’re leaning on, making a show of perusing the titles. “You have not answered my calls, darling. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say that you’re ignoring me.” He steps closer to you, mirroring your position.
“I was busy.” You respond quickly with a defensive tone. And you were, but not busy enough to avoid staring at your phone every time his name blinks on the screen, waiting for his call to drop.
“Hmm. I was hoping we could have a moment alone. To… talk,” His eyes rake your face, landing on your lips, “or perhaps, more?”
“More? Getting ahead of yourself, Aemond?” You look down, unable to meet his heated gaze.
“I really enjoyed our night together, and I was hoping we could have some more time to ourselves.”
“I’m sure we will. The next time Hel invites me over, or you guys throw a party…” You trail off, raising your head to look at him again, and sure enough, he continues to watch every change in your expression.
“How about now? Could I steal you away for an hour or two? I’m sure Melanie wouldn’t mind.”
“Already on first-name basis with my boss. Fast work, Aemond.”
“She’s a sweet woman. Nurturing. I’m glad you have someone like her as your supervisor.” His lips quirk in amusement.
“Really…” you raise your eyebrows.
“Mhmm. If she was unfair or unpleasant to you in any way, I would not hesitate to have someone better appointed in her stead.” He explains smugly.
“It’s an independent bookstore, Aemond, and not one of the hundred businesses your great empire owns. You wouldn’t have the jurisdiction.”
“Oh, you’d be surprised.” He lowers his face nearer to yours, his breath fanning your face. He continues, “I don’t believe you understand how much I would be willing to do for you.”
His proximity makes you short of breath, so you take a step back, wanting to clear your head. A frown materializes on his face, but it disappears just as quick as it arrived. He is determined to make himself heard.
“I have known you for a good part of a year now, y/n. And… my admiration for you has only blossomed as time passed. When we had a moment to ourselves that night, it just felt… right.”
“Aemond… ”
“I’m inclined to assume that you feel the same way. At least, I hope.”
Your throat feels dry all of a sudden, and you struggle to match his unabashed sincerity. “I’m not sure where this will lead. What you expect this to be. You already have… someone… ”
“Someone?” Props to him for seeming genuinely clueless as to who you’re referring to.
“I met her the morning after. Alys. She’s actually quite lovely.”
“It’s not what you think.” He finally looks away, his mood changed with the mention of Alys.
You sigh flatly, "That is exactly what someone involved would say. Look, I have no interest in ruining anyone's relationship - "
"I am not in a relationship - "
"But there is something between you and Alys, isn't there?"
"We aren't together. I have made this clear to her, time and again." He paces at the aisle, running his hand over the books. "Though I admit, in the times when I need... company... she's the one I have become accustomed to calling."
"Company." You almost roll your eyes at his casual implication.
"Hmm." His lips curl in distaste. "It does not come easy for me to connect with anyone. Even for a purpose as unseemly as that."
"There's nothing wrong with that."
"I know, I just... hope that you don't think any less of me."
"Aemond," you take a step forward, "you're free to want... company with whomever you want. So is Alys. But I can't get into this, whatever this is, with you if I will have to share you with anyone else."
"You won't. That already is far from the truth, darling. I have not even considered anyone else for a while now."
"But Alys - "
"I did not invite her over that night. I hadn't even seen her in weeks. Nothing happened after you left my bedroom."
"She cares about you. A lot."
"I know," he shakes his head slightly, "and I care about her, too. But it never became..." He bows his head, almost sheepishly. "... it's not... I don't love her."
Your gaze softens as you watch the torment in his expression. It becomes clear that Aemond does not throw around the word love without care. He sounds cautious. Nervous, almost.
His eyes find yours suddenly, the intensity behind them catching you by surprise.
"But you..." His brows furrow in frustration. He takes a deep breath, before repeating, almost accusingly, "You."
Suddenly, he pulls you close by the waist. His violet eyes keep you in place, holding you dear.
You take each other in with hungry eyes. His every little movement, every twitch, catches your attention. The way his lips purse, the way he swallows nervously. A stray strand of silver hair has fallen in front of his face, and you unconsciously reach up for it, your hand freezing mid-air when you realize what you're doing.
His hand comes up to caress yours, and slowly, he presses a soft kiss to your palm.
A soft moan nearly escapes your lips at how soft the gesture is. How gentle it feels. How right.
"I want you." He says, still holding your hand.
The two of you stand, mere inches away from one another.
Until a startled voice pierces the atmosphere, destroying the mood. "Shit, excuse me."
A boy stands in the middle of the aisle, a book in his hand. The day's first customer. He smiles sheepishly, pointing to the section you and Aemond have conveniently blocked, "Sorry, uh, I need to check out some of those."
You quickly step away from the shelf, and from Aemond. "Oh, excuse us. Please go right ahead." You wave him through.
Aemond does not move, his eyes irately landing on the boy. He is plainly displeased at the intrusion, not bothering to hide it. Spoiled, rich baby.
"Aemond, move over here." You address him, pulling at his hand. That gets his attention.
He does not let go of your hand, and directs you to the next aisle. But the haze has subsided for you. Or at least, it has to, for now.
"I have to work." You mumble. The words sound so dull after everything that has been said.
"Alright. I'll wait here."
"Pardon?"
"I'll wait here until you can leave with me for a little while."
Your mouth parts in frustration, confusion, or is it awe? You no longer know for sure. This day is certainly shaping up to be more eventful than you are prepared for.
"Aemond," you try to implore gently, "my first break is in four hours. Surely, you won't just wait here until then."
"Why ever not?" He looks amused at your growing incredulity. "I've got time to kill. Besides, I've got all these books to keep me busy."
"You would wait for me for four hours, and then what?"
"Then, I suppose, I'll take you out for lunch." His thumb continues to draw circles on the back of your hand, which almost escapes your notice. It felt so normal, just as if he has held your hand a thousand times before.
His hand reaches up to stroke your cheekbone, before tilting your head up at him. "Please say yes, darling."
Your heart races, even without its usual helping of caffeine. Looking at Aemond, you think that your break cannot come soon enough.
"Okay."
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For the next four hours, Aemond keeps his word and waits.
He moves to a table within eyeshot of the counter where you're working. It is clear that he is watching you, glancing at you from time to time and throwing a smirk your way.
You struggle to keep up appearances, cordially greeting customers and ringing in their purchases. You fight the temptation to walk over to Aemond, nudge his face towards his book, and tell him to quit staring at you like that.
His presence makes you infinitely more self-aware, and you try not to watch your every move, but you do anyway.
Aemond seems content to wait in silence, poring over the pages of his novel, until someone in particular walks in the store.
“I’m sorry, miss, I must be in the wrong place. My good friend Y/n promised that this would be the best bookstore in the city.” A familiar voice says. “Seems cozy, sure, but far from the best, wouldn’t you say?”
You look up at the new arrival, whom you immediately recognize. Aemond visibly straightens in his corner, noticing him as well.
“Jace!” You exclaim brightly, reaching over the counter to give him a hug.
Jacaerys chuckles deeply, and you can't help but feel warm at the sound. The sound of his laughter is something you love about him, genuine and free.
"Somebody missed me." His voice is muffled against your hair, and his arms wrap around you tightly.
"Course I did." You move to stand in front of him. "Back from Pentos so soon?"
"Yes, I finished my course early. I'm just that smart, as you well know." He taps the side of his head smugly.
"Ha-ha." You playfully punch his shoulder.
"Nephew." Aemond greets, interrupting your little reunion. "It's been a while."
"Aemond," Jace turns around to face him, "I didn't notice you, dear uncle. You look well."
"As do you." Aemond replies stoically. His hands are neatly kept behind his back, and he watches you and Jacaerys with keen eyes. "I was not aware that you and Y/n are so close."
You know that Aemond does not have the best relationship with his half-sister Rhaenyra's children. At first, you could not understand why. Jace and his siblings are among the kindest boys you've met. Luke is a bit roguish, but that is part of his charm.
But that was before Helaena explained to you how Aemond must have felt neglected growing up, always in the shadow of his nephews, who are much favoured by his own father Viserys. Helaena learned not to mind, telling you how she has found peace with her own self and her passions. She is aware that Viserys loves Rhaenyra above everyone else, and by extension, Rhaenyra's children. His marriage to their mother Alicent was borne out of necessity, not love.
And she only hinted at it, but apparently, Aemond was also bullied by the younger boys when they were children. Of course, that was long ago, but some scars never fully heal.
"We're good friends, Aemond." Jace responds, putting one arm over your shoulders, a movement that makes Aemond's lips curl in distaste. "Met her through Hel, of course, and I just couldn't get enough of this little rascal." He squeezes your shoulders, pulling you closer, making you wrap an arm around his waist.
"You're the rascal, leaving me for nearly half a year like that." You jest, matching his smile.
"Well, I'm back now, aren't I?" He says, then he turns back to his uncle, "What are you doing here, by the way? Just browsing for a new read?"
"No," Aemond loosens his stance a bit, looking at you, "I'm actually waiting to take Y/n out on a date."
A date? Is that what I agreed to?
"To lunch." You clarify, meeting his gaze.
"A lunch date." Aemond simply shrugs, deeming the matter settled.
"Uh-huh." Jace looks between the two of you, growing amused. "Listen, uncle, could you give me just a few minutes with Y/n. Then, I promise, she's all yours."
Aemond stands still for a few seconds, deliberating whether he should leave you with Jace. The silence is utterly deafening, so you say, "Aemond. I'll be with you in a bit. We can head out soon."
"Hmm." He relents, then stalks back to his table, his silver hair gently flowing behind his neck.
Jace watches Aemond walk away with a weird look on his face, and you already know what's coming next.
"Y/n?" Jace smirks at you. "What is going on?"
"He's... here for me."
"Worked your magic on him, I see? I remember you having a crush on him and all..."
"Alright, pipe down about it." Your face becomes flushed, and you catch Aemond's eye in the corner. "I didn't even do anything. He sought me out."
"Riiiight," Jace says, "and this is what you want?"
You shrug, "I do like him. You know this."
Jace studies your expression, seeing sincerity but also a tinge of something else. Doubt, perhaps? "Just be careful, alright? My uncle can be a little... unpredictable."
"He's... I mean, he actually seems a lot better than I expected. It's a shame you two aren't close."
"Yes, well, some things can't be helped." Jace's eyebrows furrow in thought. "What about that model that he's rumoured to be seeing? He can't keep messing around with her, if he wants you, y/n."
"Oh, I even met her, actually. She's nice. But Aemond says that they're apparently... over. Or... not working out. You know, I'm not sure." You shake your head, not wanting to think about it any further. It isn't really a matter that's been resolved yet.
"Okay, just be careful, alright? You're too good for him, y/n."
"Don't worry about me, Jace." You smile, looping your arm with his as you lean against the counter. "How's the family? How are Luke and Joffrey?"
"Well, Luke is Luke. You know. Gets into a fair share of trouble, what with his penchant for racing cars and all. Bloody well gives mum a heart attack each time he has to do a competition. I think he's coming back tomorrow from some race in Casterly Rock."
"That's our Luke." You sigh fondly.
"And Joff's as sweet as ever. Nearly done with middle school, that one. You're invited to his finishing ceremony, of course."
You smirk at his assurance, "I think Joff should be the one to invite me, no?"
Jace moves to stand in front of you again. "Doesn't matter. I'm the big brother, I say you're in."
He cages you in, with each of his hands on the counter. You then press your forehead against his chest, and he rests his chin atop your head. A position that the two of you have gotten so used to doing. Jace is truly like a brother to you, and he loves you like his actual sister in turn.
"Mmm, I did miss this." You breathe.
Aemond's fist bunches on the table, his book long-forgotten. You and Jacaerys were only friends, right? So why did he have to feel so uneasy?
He stands, not able to watch the scene any longer, and walks over to claim what he thinks should be his.
"Let's go." Aemond's voice pierces the silence, catching you by surprise. You move away from Jace, and throw him a sheepish smile, as if to apologize for Aemond's behaviour.
“I guess that’s my cue to leave.” Jace’s arm drops from your sides, and he takes a step back to keep Aemond’s envy from worsening.
“Won’t you join us for lunch?” You ask Jace. One glance at Aemond, and it’s plain to see that he’s not particularly fond of that idea.
“Nah, you two go ahead. I’ve got some matters to attend to.” Jace is quick to respond. Whether he’s telling the truth, or he just wants to appease Aemond, you remind yourself to ask him about it later.
“Nice seeing you, uncle.” Jace says to Aemond, as he heads for the door.
His hand is already at the doorknob, when he recalls something. He calls out to you, “Y/n, you will be coming to the Dragonstone ball, right?”
“Oh, I don’t know yet.” You reply. The annual Dragonstone ball is a grand event held by the Targaryens, and almost anyone of repute is sure to be invited. Celebrities, philanthropists, academics. You vaguely recall seeing last year’s ball everywhere in the news. That must have been around the time you first met Helaena, your friendship quickly developing soon after.
“Well if you are, would you - ” Jace begins to say, but he is immediately interrupted by Aemond.
“She’ll be coming with me.” Aemond declares.
“I am?” You say, startled, as you pick up your bag from behind the counter.
“Mmm. You are, darling.”
What the hell?
“See you around, y/n.” Jace relents, taking note of the heightened tension in the room.
As soon as he’s gone, you address the silver-haired scoundrel who was quick to make a decision for you, much to your annoyance. “Listen, sweetheart,” you pat him on the chest, and head for the door, expecting him to follow suit, “it’s not going to be that easy.”
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The two of you sit in the secluded veranda of a Valyrian restaurant that, unsurprisingly, is owned by the Targaryens. Beautifully gilded tables are nestled in a garden, and Aemond had led you to their best section under an archway. The restaurant had been empty when you arrived, with all the staff standing ready to usher you inside. You suspect that Aemond went ahead and purposefully reserved the entire place for this very afternoon, but you let it slide.
“When is the Dragonstone ball?” you ask, after finishing most of your meal.
“I’d say in around two months. My mother is overseeing everything, as usual, so it’s really all up to her.”
“And,” you lean back, smiling wryly, “apparently, I am going with you?”
Aemond smirks, “Why wouldn’t you?”
You scoff. The ‘Prince of the city’ sure has a pair on him. “I don’t know, Aemond. Maybe because you did not really ask me to come with you.”
His smirk does not fade. He leans forward, taking your hand from across the table, his fingers tracing your skin. Your prideful facade is at risk of breaking, and you wish to simply hold his hand back lovingly.
But you keep a hold of yourself, waiting.
“Darling,” the corner of his lips turn up in amusement, most likely at your rapidly changing expression, “would you do me the honour of being my partner…” He deliberately pauses, taking delight in how your eyes widen, “… to the Dragonstone ball?”
Oh, you little shit. “Mmm,” you swallow, attempting to steel your nerves. Aemond patiently waits for your response, the damage already done. For a split second, he gets the urge to reach for your knee underneath the table.
Perhaps to comfort you. Or solely for his pleasure, adding to your already fluttering heartbeat. Or both.
“Okay,” you clear your throat, “I will go with you. Thank you for asking.”
Aemond smiles brightly, the dimples on his cheeks deepening. “I’m glad, darling.”
Something crosses your mind, and before you can push it down, curiosity gets the better of you. You find yourself asking, “By the way, who did you go with last year?”
His face falls, “You probably already know. Alys.”
“Of course,” you nod, “and the year before that? Her as well?”
“Y/n,” he says sternly, “that’s not of any importance.”
“Won’t she be expecting to go with you again this year?” You ask.
He simply shrugs, “She may have mentioned something recently to that effect.”
“Aemond - ”
“Look, the main reason why I brought her to previous balls was because I’ve always been expected to take a date. It’s just the proper thing to do, to keep up appearances, though I don’t really agree with it. If I were to bring someone, I don’t want to do it out of obligation. And I can finally do that now, with you. I want to be with you, and take you as my partner for the ball.”
How can I argue with that? It’s almost impossible, when his violet eyes blaze at me in the way that they always do.
“I just,” you look away, choosing to admire the way the vines wrap themselves around the archway, to distract yourself from Aemond’s heated gaze, “I don’t want her to feel like she’s being slighted in any way. I don't want her to feel like I’m… stealing you away… or something.”
Aemond smiles, “By all means, steal me away, darling.”
“I’m being serious.” You attempt a stern tone, but it falls flat as soon as you see his smile.
“I was never hers to keep. You, however…”
“What?”
“You’re more than welcome to call me yours, if you wish.”
“Aemond.” You want to scold him for being so forward, not when there are some things that still need to be resolved. But you also want to trust him, to trust in whatever it is the two of you are becoming.
You realize you are already in too deep. How? The possibility of ever losing him is enough to fill your stomach with dread. If Aemond will be yours, then he will also be yours to lose.
And you don’t know what you will do if that happens.
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The next two weeks pass by in relative bliss. Aemond makes an effort to see you almost every day, visiting you in the bookstore or meeting you after your lectures. You learn more about him in this time, than in the past year you’ve known him. The two of you have always admired each other from afar, but now that Aemond has begun to completely open up to you, it’s as if you’ve known him your whole life.
It's as if he’s one of the pillars holding everything together around you. A comfortable constant. As well as a conflagration, casting his radiance over everything. Aemond is like a magnet, a desirable paradox drawing everyone to him. The amount of looks you get from your fellow students whenever Aemond picks you up from university made you uneasy at first, but you’ve learned to find the humour in it.
Aemond’s smug smirk at their reaction each time he takes your hand, stealing you away, is surely enough to make you feel giddy inside.
Everything seemed too good to be true, and perhaps it was.
The abrupt end to this brief golden period began one evening, as you and Helaena are in her bedroom, perusing through countless gown designs online to wear for the Dragonstone ball.
Aemond had been away on business to a nearby city, and you eagerly await his return. Then a sharp ringing echoes throughout the room, coming from Helaena’s phone, a sound that makes you anxious though you cannot pinpoint why in the moment.
She glances at the screen, before quickly turning to you. “It’s my father.”
“Oh, answer it then.”
“That’s strange,” her face contorts in confusion, “he almost never calls.”
Helaena excuses herself, walking over to stand in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows. Her reflection on the glass is only faintly visible to you, and you struggle to make anything out of the muffled conversation.
A long, torturous minute passes before the call finishes. When Helaena turns to face you, her face is white as a sheet.
You stand, and rush over to her side. “Hel? What is it?”
At your touch, something snaps in her, and she becomes frantic. “It’s… it’s my brother… it’s Aemond… ” She quickly scrambles around the room, putting on her coat and shoes.
“Aemond?” You feel nauseous with worry. “What happened, Hel?”
“I have to get to the hospital. Aemond and Luke got into an accident.”
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An entire week passes before you hear from any of them. Helaena had rushed off alone to the hospital that night, and while you were desperate to come along and see Aemond, she explained that her parents preferred that only family came to visit.
You understood. Or at least, you tried to. You went home feeling weak all over, and it only worsened when you saw that the accident was already plastered all over the news.
It was reported that Aemond and Lucerys were each driving their cars at dangerous speeds, when one of them must have collided with the other, crashing onto the freeway. It was alleged that Aemond’s car had flipped over multiple times before finally landing down a hill. The extent of their injuries are not made public, probably at the authority of Viserys himself, but the masses have been quick to speculate.
Jace calls you while you are staying home one afternoon, having opted out of attending all your lectures for the day. For the past few days, actually.
“Hey, you,” He greets softly, knowing how you must already be reeling with stress. “Holding up okay?”
“Me? What about you, Jace? How is everyone? How is Luke? Aemond? Fuck, I haven’t heard from anyone.”
He breathes, “We’re fine, y/n. Luke just has a broken leg, but it should heal fine. He does have to put up with a cast for several weeks, though.”
Okay. Luke is alright. But you still can’t let out a sigh of relief, not until…
“What about Aemond?” You ask nervously.
“That’s… another thing.”
“Please just tell me, Jace.”
“Are you home? I’m actually nearby. We should maybe discuss this in person.” He offers.
And only half an hour later, he is standing at your door. You quickly envelop him in a tight hug, and he breathes deeply, feeling comforted by your presence.
Once the two of you are settled on your couch, cups of warm tea held between each of your hands, you begin talking.
“Aemond is fine. For the most part.” He says. “He’s alive and well, but he’s suffered an injury.”
“What injury?”
“He doesn’t want anyone to know, Y/n. At least, not just yet.”
You pause, unsure if you want to press further. You do want to know, but you also want to respect Aemond’s privacy. Besides, if he wanted you to know, he would tell you himself, wouldn’t he?
“I understand,” you relent, sinking into the couch, “I’m just glad they’re okay.”
Jace notices your distress, and reaches for you, “Come here.”
The embrace offers a momentary respite. Your head drops down on his shoulder, and you both enjoy the silence that follows.
“One thing’s for sure,” Jace says after a while, “There’s no way in hell that mum is letting Luke drive again. At least not for a long, long fucking time.”
You smile at that, feeling light for the first time in a while.
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The Dragonstone ball is once again making its rounds in the media, and this year, it is reported to have been delayed for two more months, allowing the dust to settle over the terrible accident that befell two of the Targaryen heirs.
Just a week after you learn about this piece of news, you finally hear from Aemond.
Your heart skips a beat when his name flashes on the screen, and you pick up your phone with a slightly trembling hand. You press the green button, and lift the phone to one ear.
Nothing. But then, you hear soft breathing at the other end. It’s a silly notion, but you think you recognize those breaths to be his. It can only be him.
“Aemond, I know you’re there.” You say, biting your lip in anticipation.
“Dar…” he cuts himself off, “Y/n. I’m alright, I apologize for only calling you now.”
Coldness seeps in your bones when you notice how he corrected himself. Why?
“It’s alright, Aemond. I’m just relieved that you’re fine. I was so worried, you have no idea.”
The sound of your voice tugs at his heart, one which he sorely missed. He swallows, struggling to bring himself to say what he means to. “I need to tell you something. About the ball… I’ve decided that I should take Alys instead. She was already expecting that she is to be my date, and I just think that it’s rude if I…”
“That’s fine.” You say, far too quickly, not believing your own words. “I… I did consider that. You should take her.”
“Darling,” Aemond finally says, unable to hold back, “I…”
“It’s okay,” you attempt to comfort him, but it’s mostly for your own sake, “I completely understand.”
He takes a deep breath. As he envisions how you must look on the other line, he instantly feels a pang of regret.
“I’ll… I’ll see you around, yeah?” You say, wanting to be done with this damned call.
“Hmm. I’ll see you, darling.”
You throw your phone down on your desk. Feeling numb all over, you make your way to the kitchen, and quickly take a bottle of red bottle from the cabinet. You make quick work of the cork, and pour yourself a hefty amount.
You slosh the liquid around your glass, staring at that familiar shade of maroon.
And sure enough, it brings you back to that night on their balcony.
“For fuck’s sake.” You whisper to yourself. Closing your eyes, you see him.
What happened, Aemond? Have I already lost you?
“How could I?” You say bitterly. “When he was never mine?”
The part two preview that I posted, has been relegated to part three, after much editing. It's meant to be a steamy, little scene that unfolds in the Dragonstone ball.
And I had to work in the tragic injury that Aemond suffers in a way that might be suited to this modern setting. It's just hard for me to picture child on child violence happening here, with one of them taking a brutal dagger to the eye. At least not in this world, which is meant to resemble ours 😂
Oohh and thoughts on Jace? I actually don't intend him to be a love interest for the reader, and more so a genuine friend. But Aemond doesn't need to know that, does he? He surely won't believe it in the events at follow... 😏
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long post about substance abuse and addiction
the thing about me is i was dependent on alcohol for a few years and refused to admit it to myself forever until one morning when something clicked and i stopped but for the past three years its been... difficult. like. i still have dreams where im drinking but justifying it to myself like "this one doesnt count". i hate them
but im sober!!! and thats amazing of me
the other thing about me is i was also smoking whenever i could for a few years but also stopped doing that because i recognised it was another unhealthy dependency and... yeah the dreams happen with that too. the buying a pack of cigarettes and being like well these dont count these are a treat or whatever
but i still dont!! and thats also good!!!!
a third thing about me is for a while i was reliant on self harm to process feelings and i stopped that over a decade ago now!!!! thats so amazing of me
but
the most important thing about me for the sake of this post is that throughout uni i also developed an addiction to painkillers and would take numerous different kinds in dosages way above the recommended numerous times a day and it took a life changing conversation with a best friend in a train station for me to realise how unhealthy it was and how it was affecting people who cared about me to see me basically destroying myself like that
and thats
still ongoing!! i havent drank i havent smoked but i have at numerous points relapsed into full painkiller addiction and it fucks me up and my family still think i went to the hospital for food poisoning this time in 2022 but in reality i had been regularly near fatally overdosing for weeks
and its not like i can cut them out entirely because. they are prescribed to me for chronic pain. like. theres this painful line between taking the right amount to function and... feeling like i have to take more because i cant function without them. its like having an addiction to fucking.... water. i need it to live but its so often hard to tell if thats a real thought or if i think i need way more than i actually do in order to live and i fucking drown because the metaphor is about water
and right now i feel like im on the edge of relapsing again!! recognisable feelings and behaviours are creeping in!! and i dont want that!!!!!!
so im just posting about it on the internet i guess? to get the thoughts out of my head? to vent? to hold myself accountabld by screaming into the void? to ask for advice or reassurance? for somebody to tell me gently but firmly not to take more meds than i should. i took my normal dosage today. taking more would be bad and i recognise that but. i dont know. i dont know if i can trust myself not to tonight without being directly told not to by somebody who cares
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A Wound That Never Heals || Joel Miller x Reader
summary: For the last twenty years you believed your parents to be dead. But after stumbling upon Jackson with Joel and Ellie you come to discover that's not true at all.
warnings: heavy angst, heavy themes of child abandonment, unresolved family issues. Readers got some trauma y'all. Bad parents.
a/n: This is an interesting fic for me. I wrote this as a way to vent my anger/sadness I feel towards my birth parents. The circumstances are different compared to this fic though because my parents abandoned me because of the one child policy in China. It's hard to think about sometimes but I just want to say that I do love my family. As far as I'm concerned the only family I have are the ones who have been in my life for the past 21 years. Plus my bio sister <33 Please note I do not speak for every child who has been abandoned/adopted and this is just my personal feelings about it
Twenty years. For twenty fucking years. You thought your parents were dead. That the outbreak had killed them or FEDRA did or something took them from you. That’s what you told people.
That they died, they were forced to leave you. Forced to give you away and abandon you in this god awful QZ. You were only a child. Put in shit school full of kids who were just like you.
At nights, when you laid in your uncomfortable cot with a thin blanket, you thought about them. Missed them. Wished you could be with them instead of here. You cried and cried your heart out when you were alone.
A child wasn’t built for an apocalypse.
Now you’re older. You’re not a kid anymore. You’re an adult now who has lived through years and years of horror. Everything you’ve done has been to survive. Including partnering up with Joel Miller. You met him only a few years ago but you had heard his name whispered among the QZ for a long time.
Mostly in fear. He was a man who got what he wanted and didn’t really give a shit if he pissed people off in the process. When you finally crossed paths with the man it was clear that you wanted to stay on his good side.
You don’t know why Joel let you into his smuggling ring. Maybe he felt bad or maybe it was his other partner Tess who convinced him. You were smart, tough, and quick on your feet. To them you were an asset. To you, they were protection. Mutually beneficial.
Tess was easier to get along with while Joel, well you and Joel’s partnership turned into…well it’s a little complicated. Putting a label on it isn’t easy. All you know is that he keeps your bed warm at night and kisses you in the morning.
For the last three-ish months, it's hard to keep track, you’ve been traveling across the country with a girl named Ellie. Marlene from the fireflies roped the three of you into her rebellion mess. At this point you aren’t even sure why Joel is still going. With Tess gone it’s just the two of you. He had known her longer than he had known you so you really didn’t know what to say to him afterwards. Tess was family to him.
You could only hope he feels that way about you too. Would he? Would he go across the country, dealing with clickers and raiders for your dying wish? Would he risk everything for you? Like he’s doing for his brother. His flesh and blood. It’s Tommy that he had been searching for, it’s Tommy that is his real family.
It’s Tommy that he finds in Jackson as you ride in on horses.
You’ve never seen Joel react with so much emotion when he sees his brother. The way he hugs him, you can't look away. Silently wishing that it could be you. Reuniting with someone who cares so much about you that they never stopped searching for you.
Looking over at Ellie you smile to try and get her to smile too, seeing that same look written on her face. Ellie never had a family but you know Joel and you mean more to her than she lets on. You zone out as you eat, their conversation fading in the background as you look around the cafeteria.
All these people have been here for who knows how long. You understand why Jackson could never promote themselves to the world. But still. There’s a selfish part of you that’s jealous of just how happy everyone seems. Kids get to experience a nice bed and warm food. But it’s not their fault that you didn’t.
So you bury that inside as you thank Maria for letting the three of you in. They talk and you listen, Joel and Ellie are shoveling down the food. Not that you blame them, it's been so long since you’ve had a nice home cooked meal. For some reason though you don’t. Picking at it with your fork and eating slowly. This doesn’t go unnoticed by Joel who shoots you a look. Waving him off you continue to eat.
Then following them as Maria and Tommy give you a tour of the town. It’s pretty overwhelming to be honest. People pass by you and there’s just so much noise coming at you at once. Your eyes scan a crowd of people who surround the big tree in the middle of the town. You stop. Stop moving, stop breathing for a moment. Just stop. By the tree are two people, giving out small gifts to the kids. It’s not them. It can’t be them. They’re dead, they were killed.
They..They look like your parents.
It’s been twenty years since you’ve seen them. So it can’t be them right? People change over that much time. It can’t be them because that means they’re alive. That they’ve been alive this whole fucking time. While you were stuck alone in some fucked up QZ they had been alive. A hand grabs your wrist, pulling you from your spiral.
“You alright?” Joel asks. You shake your head and pull your hand away from his.
“Yeah, I’m fine.” Joel watches you walk off.
A frown on his face as he sees the turmoil brewing in your head and not knowing what he can do to help. When Joel goes off with Tommy and Ellie with Maria you’re left to wander alone. Quietly you walk through the town. Choosing to sit on an empty bench to just watch.
“You alright dear?”
It’s dark when Joel comes back. Ellie’s asleep, safe and sound in her bed. He sighs in relief as he stays in her doorway for a few moments. Just to be sure. The light down the hall is still on though. Quietly he walks down, looking in the room to find you sitting on the bed. Staring at the wall. Joel doesn’t know what to do. He doesn’t know what you need.
“I found them.” You say suddenly. He doesn’t react beyond stepping closer.
“Found who?” Looking over at him you smile half heartedly.
“My parents.” Closing your eyes you feel tears building up in your eyes. No matter how hard you shut them the feeling won’t go away.
Joel freezes.
Backstories weren't really his thing, he didn't like telling others much about before the outbreak and frankly he didn't care to listen to other peoples. But with you he did listen. He let you talk about them, a sadness in your voice that he recognized so clearly. That gut punch he gets when he thinks of Sarah.
“They’re alive,” You laugh and it scares Joel a little bit. Standing up you start to pace back and forth.
“They’re alive Joel! Isn’t that great! All this fucking time they’ve been alive!” You shout loudly. Kicking a nearby dresser in your rage. The air becomes uncomfortably silent as your chest rises and falls quickly.
“I thought I was crazy you know, some fucked up shit in my head making me see them but nope. They’re here. They’ve been here for years.” You shrug and laugh again. Joel purses his lips and gently starts to walk over to you.
“My mom, she came up to me today. Asked if I was okay.” Clenching your fists so hard that your knuckles turn white.
The anger, the frustration, the sadness, the hatred. It’s building and building. Waiting to burst out in a tidal flood of fucked up feelings. Joel's hand rests on your shoulder squeezing it ever so slightly. You burst.
Slamming your hand hard against the dresser you push his hand off and grab one of the perfectly placed pillows and scream loudly into it. You fall onto the bed, burying your face in your hands as the tears start.
Big fat ugly tears streaming down your face, coupled with quiet sobs. Your body shakes as you cry and cry and cry your fucking heart out.
“She didn’t recognize me.” You choke out.
“She looked me in the eyes and there was nothing.” The harder you cry the harder it becomes to breathe.
It hurts so bad, the pain that’s been building for twenty years has finally been released. It's cathartic to be honest. It’s been so long since you’ve cried or even let yourself feel any emotions.
“How could they just forget about me? H-How could they not come back?” You ask, your voice broken as you reach for Joel who opens his arms for you.
Joel never meant to get attached to you. He protected his heart for years and even now it's strange. He’s not good at this. He can’t offer you words of advice or any real comfort.
All he knows is that he’s furious for you. Not a day goes by that he doesn’t think about his daughter and to know that you parents would just. Leave you, abandon you like that. It lights a fire in him unlike anything he’s felt in a long time.
He'd do anything for five more minutes with Sarah. To hear her laugh one more time. Yet your parents left and never looked back.
“How could they leave their kid alone and afraid for so long?” You fists grip his flannel shirt tightly.
He’s becoming the only thing grounding you to the world as you become lost in your own self doubt. There’s a million questions that run through your head.
Did they think about you?
Did they remember you?
Each question swirling around and around until it feels like it's sucking you into a deep dark hole that you can never come back from. There’s nothing but darkness surrounding you. It feels like you’re that scared little kid again. Crying out for their parents but this time you know they didn’t want you anymore.
Joel's arms wrap tightly around you. One of his hands rests on the back of your head, pushing you as close as you can get to him. Until you’re practically in his lap, crying into his chest. Joel exudes an overwhelmingly comfortable feeling in this moment. He stays silent as he lets you cry, letting you get it all out until you’re satisfied.
A slow pounding in your head starts to form as the tears stop. The hurt still lingers in your heart as you rest your forehead against Joel's chest.
“What do I do now?” Your voice is hoarse from the crying. You hate it. It makes you feel weak inside.
“I don’t know baby but I know you’ll figure it out.” Joel rubs your back.
“I know it’s not much but, your parents didn’t make you into who you are now, you did.”
“You…” Joel trails off, unsure of how to word how he feels.
“I wouldn’t’ve wanted anyone else by my side.” He says slowly.
For the first time tonight you smile a real smile. He presses his lips against your forehead. A way to tell you he’s there even if he can’t with his words. The hurt is never going to go away. At least not for a long, long time.
But Joel’s right. You don’t need them anymore. You never needed them. Your family, your true family, is right here. Holding you in his arms and peacefully sleeping down the hall.
As far as you’re concerned, they’re the only family you need.
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[English is not my native language so a lot of things are done with the translator, sorry for any errors]
(Prologue) - During the Easter holidays the Blue Lock facility was very crowded because for the holiday, Ego gave permission to invite one or two visitors to spend the holiday.
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It was half past eleven in the evening, and Noel was training in the blue lock training room for the eminent match against PxG. Due to the late hour, the room was very empty and quiet. After his quiet warm-up Noel starts practicing his lateral throws. For him that day was a really shitty day as throughout the morning Kaiser and Isagi had been arguing all the time and the team's training had been less than productive. One shot, two shots, three shots and Noel missed on all three.
"Fuck"
He murmured as he wiped the sweat from his forehead. He takes a deep breath, he repositions himself in front of the ball and he tryed again, failing again. He curses, and then walks nervously towards the table with towels and water bottles. He takes a towel and wraps it around his neck, grabs a water bottle and sips some water. Then he rested his back on the edge of the table while his foot clicked nervously from the frustration of the moment. Noel was lost in thought of him looking for a way to improve his exercises while he crossed his arms over his chest.After a while the quiet of the room was disturbed by the creak of the door opening, and Noel instinctively turned his head to the side to see who had entered, only to then recognize the familiar figure of his wife holding two cups of coffee by the handle,and then move towards Noel. She greets him sweetly, and he nods back, and then she hands him the coffee and he takes it with thanks. There's this moment of silence while the two take a sip of coffee. Meanwhile, she notices from Noel's attitude that he's a little frustrated.
"Is everything okay love?"
She asks in a sweet but worried tone, Noel shrugs and sticks his tongue in an annoyed manner, then answers.
"Nothing, It's nothing"
She tilts her head slightly and raises an eyebrow as a sign that she doesn't believe her words, but Noel doesn't listen to her, finishes drinking the coffee and places the now empty cup on the table behind him, sighing, and then passes by her without giving her any more attention to return to training. She moves closer to Noel, then gently places her hand on his bicep.
"Come on, tell me what's wrong, so maybe I can help you."
Noel sighs slightly and turns towards his wife, scrutinizing her from head to toe, noticing her pajamas made up of a pink long-sleeved silk blouse revealing the shape of her nipples, and pink trousers. This sight has a bit of an effect on him, leaving little to the imagination as he moves a little closer to her. He slowly passes his hand over her chest (not breast), sliding it until it lightly squeezes her neck (in a non-abusive way but sexual sense), looking into her eyes so as to allow her to breathe.
"I know a way to help me"
She makes a somewhat surprised face, but will not deny the mutual interest in her intention that he hinted at her sexual desires. Noel tightens his hand on his neck a little more, and then with his other hand pulls the collar of his pajamas a little further down, placing his lips on her collarbones, giving her wet kisses and every now and then a few bite not too deep, almost letting his anger vent. She places her hand in his hats in such a way as to bring him closer to her by moving his head to the side giving him more access to her neck, so his lips slide down the middle of her chest as he aggressively begins to open the first button but too impatiently he pulls the rest of the buttons revealing her bare breasts upon seeing this Noel goes full on one of her breasts nibbling them and wrapping his lips around one of her nipples sucking it and swirling his tongue around it.
Briefly in the room the silence is filled with whimpers from her who, to give herself support, clings with her hands to his shoulders, Noel continues to lower himself until he reaches the elastic of her trousers and suddenly lowers them, removing them completely together with her underwear, and then lift her up holding her with his hands from her thighs, and then slam her back against the nearest wall.She reflexively wraps her arms around his figure, squeezing him and wrapping her legs tighter around his waist, finding her back against the wall. Noel still keeps his lips on her neck, continuing to kiss and nibble but harder, with one hand he continues to hold her by one thigh and with the other he undoes the laces of his trousers, and then lowers the necessary of the trousers and boxers from which he releases his member, raising his head to meet the her face, she tries to use the moment to kiss him by bringing her lips close to his but as soon as he notices that,he is not in the mood for kisses due to his whipped state, he suddenly inserts his index and middle fingers into her throat, she remains a little surprised by his action, and her eyes widen in surprise, as Noel takes his wet fingers out of her mouth and inserts the same fingers into her pussy. At this action she arches her back and lets out a moan and tightens stronger to him.
"Noel~"
She whimpers in pleasure low and slightly trembling
"Shut up"
He says about her growling and starting to move his fingers faster inside her and he starts to feel some liquids leaking out and dripping onto her fingers. She holds him tighter and her legs start to tremble slightly and putting her head in the crook of his neck due to the strong sensation of pleasure. Her moans become a little louder and more frequent, while the sweet sensation of his release was approaching.
"I'm about to come~"
She says in a whisper suffocated by her moans, Noel at her words removes his fingers from inside her, leaving her unsatisfied, and then places the tip of his cock in front of her entrance, and then pushes it inside her in a single decisive blow.At first glance he grunts and whispers something under his breath and she moans loudly again throwing her head back. The two lose themselves in the sensation of the act, while Noel's thrusts become stronger and more decisive, and she clings tighter to Noel moaning trembling with pleasure. The room fills with the two's moans, and Noel's hips move faster by the minute due to the heat of the moment, she slides her hands into Noel's short hair and clenches them into fists and closes her eyes again with the head arched against the wall. I won't say much about their intimate moment because of their need and sensitivity, the first to come was her, and then Noel, cumming deeply inside her, stimulated by the walls of her pussy. Noel held the girl close to him as the two breathed heavily and tried to regulate their breaths. After they calmed down from their peak Noel let her legs touch the ground and without warning he kissed her passionately in apology for the kiss he didn't give her before. Noel cleaned you both up with some towels that were in the room and then let you leave with the now empty coffee cups, placed a kiss on your cheek, promised that he wouldn't stay up too long and went back to his evening training.
(FANFICTION FOR NOEL'S BIRTHDAY!!!🎉🎉🎈🎂🍰,And of course I thank my business partner for helping with the story)
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The Night We Met – Lord Huron
Masterlist - Previously - Next Chapter
I've been searching for a trail to follow again
Take me back to the night we met
Forty-eight hours earlier, Lyanna thought that she would spend three days of breaks enjoying doing nothing and seeing Charles, maybe even call Kika to spend the time. And now she was spending her last day of break brooding in her pajamas and in her bed. The only thing left that she had planned was her phone call with Kika. But instead of it being a happy one, it turned into as sad one. She told Kika what happened with Charles. She needed someone to vent to. But unfortunately for her who thought Kika would be on her side, she discovered that it would not be the case.
Kika spent an hour listening to the actress explaining to her what had happened and why, from her point of view, she wasn’t wrong. Charles was the problem to Lyanna. She made him clear in the past that she needed someone who would respect her boundaries, something that Charles had already crossed. She had limits, and talking about her past was one of them. Charles didn’t seem to understand that. He was pushing her to talk about it while she didn’t want to. She was not ready, and she never knew if she would be one day. How could he not understand something as basic as that?
Kika listened to her patiently without interrupting her. When she finally felt that her friend had finished her tirade, she told her calmly:
“You know Lyanna, I don’t know you for very long but I think that you and Charles are more alike than what you think. I don’t want to say things that I shouldn’t, especially because it’s not my place to tell you that, but Charles’ life has not always been perfect you know. Far from it. We all have scars; Charles is no exception. If you would just talk to him and ask him, I’m sure he would tell you.”
But Lyanna was too proud to admit that Kika might be right. She would rather to stick to her guns. It was easier than to admit that maybe she had been too harsh on the Monégasque.
So to avoid thinking about Charles, she started burying herself in her work. It has always been her escape. And so, the last thing she expected was for her work environment to become toxic. She could thank David for that. It all began as soon as she came back to shoot her scene. David cornered her, a snarky smile on his lips.
“Well, well, well I didn’t know that your type of men was the little rich ones, Lyanna.”
He saw the rumors online. Obviously.
“I must say, well done though. I have to admit that I didn’t take you for that type of women. But you’re right after all, you have to secure a future for yourself once your career in Hollywood will be over.”
“What are you implying?” asked Lyanna, glaring at him. She hated the misogyny that was coming out of his mouth.
“We all know that, in Hollywood, when a woman is past her thirties, she is no longer of interest. I just don’t understand how someone like you managed to bag Charles Leclerc. That guy is filthy rich, he could have anyone he wants and yet he chooses you who are nothing special. Well done.”
This shouldn’t have shaken her, but it did. He career was a sensitive topic. One of her biggest fear was to lose it. She was trying to no think about it but David was right, as painful as it was to admit. Ageism was a real thing in Hollywood. She was only twenty three but she knew that if she had to reach her peak in her career it would be between now and the next five years. After that she would not be considered anymore for important roles. It would be given to a new actress, a new face young and beautiful. She tried her best to not show David that he had struck a nerve, but the smirk of his partner made her realise that it was a waste of time.
In the next days, to try to forget how Monaco had turned gloomy for her, she let her job consume her. She was the first one to arrive on set in the morning and the last one to leave. She knew that it was not healthy but it was her coping mechanism. It was also a good way for her to not risk unexpectedly running into Charles. She even avoided taking the elevator in case he would take it too. And that would put her in a very uncomfortable position. She would rather be out of breath after walking the four flights of stairs than endure that.
The conversation with Kika replayed on her mind. Deep down, she knew that she was being unfair to Charles. He was her only friend here and she could not help but think that she had messed up big time. Monaco felt lonely without him. But she didn’t know how she could fix things. Did Charles even want her to fix things? She suspected that a simple sorry would not be enough. Especially if, as Kika had mentioned, he too had gone through difficult times in the past. She said some cruel things to him. She was curious about what Kika meant by saying that they were alike and that Charles had some invisible scars too. She knew that the answers to her questions were at her fingertips, or more like a Google research. But it would be like betraying Charles. And at the same time, she doubted that after their fight he would like to talk to her again.
She was weak and she opened her laptop before typing Charles’ name in the search bar. And then, it felt like opening a can of worms.
The first linked she clicked on was an article about Jules Bianchi and his tragic accident in Suzuka that led to his death. She learned about Charles link to the family and how his death deeply impacted him to the point that he had a reference to Jules on his racing helmet. Speaking of helmet and tragedy, she discovered that his dad died not long before Charles made his racing debut in F1. It was wrong, she knew it, but now that she had started, she couldn't stop. She also learned about the sad story between Charles’ first win with Ferrari. How he became the youngest Grand Prix winner with the Scuderia, and the third youngest in F1 history, 24 hours after the death of one of his close friend Anthoine Hubert on the Spa’s track.
She felt sick in her stomach. Charles knew death all too well. He knew exactly what she had accused him of ignoring. She instantly regretted to have discovered all of that. But what was done was done. She could not go back and pretend not knowing. It was anchored in her. She felt like an intruder and it was too late to fix it.
As for Charles he wasn’t feeling better. He was bitter and upset after his fight with Lyanna. A phone call with Pierre was supposed to make him feel better, not worse. He was trying to figure out what and when it went wrong between Lyanna and him, while one the other side to the phone, Pierre was slumped on his sofa, a glass of coke in one hand and looking at his girlfriend leaning on the balcony, on the phone with the very person Charles was frustrated with.
“I just don’t understand Pierre. It just doesn’t make sense. I want to be there for her, I want to help her. What’s wrong with that?”
Pierre sighed.
“Did you even think that maybe she doesn’t want you to help her. I know you mean well Charles but sometimes you can be a lot, and I mean A LOT, to handle. You have this tendency to act like a knight in shining armor, always wanting to fix people. But you know, not everyone needs to be fixed. Maybe Lyanna is one of them. You can’t help someone who doesn’t want to.”
“I want to be a good friend Pierre.”
“And you will be. But it has to be on her own terms. Not yours.”
“What should I do then. Say sorry? Sorry for what? Act like nothing ever happened between us? I can’t do that. Some things were said and I know it was in the spur of the moment, but I can’t ignore them.”
“Maybe try to not be intimidating.”
“What do you mean?” said Charles, surprised.
“Listen, you have this way to love people that can be a little intimidating to some. Like, you always make sure tat the person feels included in conversations, to hold their stares and it’s great. I’m not saying it’s a bad thing, okay. It’s just that maybe it scared her off a little. I don’t know her but from what I saw when we ate dinner at your place, she is really shy and quiet. And you are sometimes a little too much, Charles, admit it.”
“I’m what I am Pierre. I won’t change and I won’t excuse myself for being this way.”
And if Pierre wasn’t enough, soon it was Andrea, his coach and friend that was bothering him. It all started when Andrea noticed that Charles was pushing harder than usual during their work out sessions. He did what all coaches would have done when noticing their trainees being too hard on themselves: he told him to calm down. To which Charles just brushed it off.
“Okay Charles, stop you’re going to end up hurt if you keep pushing like that. And we don’t want that. The season is shitty enough as it is, the last thing we need is you being hurt. What’s wrong?”
“Guess” Charles retorted, wiping his forehead, and grabbing his water bottle before opening it and taking a long sip of cold water.
“Oh I see. Is that about that actress that all the media talked about? You’ve been rejected?” Andrea tried to joke but only got a side glance from Charles in return.
“Why everyone thinks I fancy her, hum? Can’t a guy and a girl be friends without any questions or rumors being made up? I’m sick of it. We’re friends for God’s sake!”
“Okay, okay. Relax I was joking.”
Andrea didn’t insist any further. When Charles was like that, it was better to let him cool off on his own.
“It’s just… It’s a mix of things you know. The season is definitely not what I expected, I don’t know if it’s ever going to get better. Don’t get me wrong I love Ferrari and I want nothing more than to win with them but I also have to think about what I really want and what’s best for me. There is a dream and then there is reality. I have to be realistic… If I really want to win a championship, is Ferrari the one who will give me the car to do so? Or should I go with a team that knows how to make a winning car? My contract is coming to his end, I have to think about the future. I want guarantees. I feel that I am at a crossroads and that important choices have to be made. I'm afraid I'll screw up Andrea and then blame myself for the rest of my life.”
At this moment, it was not Charles the grown man that was in front of Andrea, it was Charles who look like a little kid, completely lost and vulnerable. Andrea made Charles sit on the bench of the gym.
“You know it’s normal to doubt yourself Charles. It’s healthy. But maybe you need to see someone to help you sort your thoughts out. You can’t keep everything bottled up like that, it’s going to destroy you at the end.”
“I don’t need a therapist if it’s wat you’re implying. I spent my whole life going through stuff and figure things out on my own. I won’t start getting help now.”
“It would not be a shame. No one would look at you differently or pity you if it’s what you’re scared off.”
Charles shrugged and got up while packing his things signaling to Andrea that both the work out session and the discussion were over. It was time for him to meet his mom for lunch and hopefully she would not talk about his work or Lyanna. He needed a break from all of that.
But it was a hopeless task, because shortly after the son and his mother had settled down on the terrace of the restaurant, the woman began to ask him questions about Lyanna. Charles felt as if he was in a loop in which the same conversation was happening over and over again.
“I’m sorry but it’s all my clients at the hair salon talk about. And I won’t insist, if she is just a friend, it’s okay but I must admit she is really pretty.”
“Mom…” sighed Charles.
“I’m just saying. I’m not implying anything but surely, you’re not blind, you noticed.”
He rolled his eyes, pleading inwardly for the discussion to change quickly.
“By the way, I have this thing that I’m supposed to go to. You know about the film festival of Monte-Carlo. Well I’m invited and I wanted to know if you’d like to be my plus one. I know how much you love cinema and I don’t want to be alone so… Artur is coming to and he brings Carla.”
“Just tell me you don’t want to be third wheeling.”
“Yeah that too. But it would be the occasion for you to dress up and to enjoy a night out, it’s been a while.”
“Well, when you present things this way how could I refuse?”
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Thought about a what if reader was insomniac and was found sleeping with Jack by Jessica?
PT. Thought about a what if reader was insomniac and was found sleeping with Jack by Jessica? PT end
Trope ... Mainly fluff
Feature ... Aaron Hotch Hotchner | Derek Morgan | Jessica (Hotch's SIL) | Jack Hotchner | Masc! Reader (he him)
CW ... Talks of insomnia | a fear of death/ not waking up anymore mentioned | also me swearing lol
Disc ... I'm not suffering from insomnia myself, i hope i didn't get something so fucking wrong lol. I know something off of insomnia, some little research I've done in past that stuck with me and I'm using some of my own sleeping problem experience on this but that's minor.
Edit ... I'm not actually sure her name was Veronica? For some reason I have a small itch it was lmao. Ok new edit, it was Jessica not Veronica and I'm editing it out lol
DNI - Fudanashis/fujodashis, women & fem-aligned, profic/proship, anti - LGBTQ+ folk & exclusionists, anti-antis, Necro- Zoo- Pedophiles + (NO)Maps(and other terms), basic DNI criteria, kink/nude/nsfw/sh/vent/pro-ana/ed/18+ blogs
So i got a thought of insomniac Reader who may as well stay awake for who knows how long being somewhat terrified of sleeping.
He may be plagued by nightmares of some kind, having a fear of not simply waking up anymore or possibly just too many thought that run rampant and he can't keep them still enough.
Just lying in bed with both the men as they either sleep or one or both are still awake and try to help him. But they have a little time window sometimes which means Reader may be alone most of the time and left with his own thought more than they'd like to let him.
Thinking how he'll greet them when they wake up to a case and come back just working as normally as he can manage both of them seeing how the lack of sleep is dripping off if the man.
I think both of them be dragging the poor man to bed one at a time if he starts wandering bc he's restless as fuck.
The one time they actually hear about him sleeping when on a case is when Jessica, Hotch's Sister-in-law (is it ex?-sister-in-law bc Hayley's dead? Idk may be), comes to pick up Jack.
The silence in the house was uncanny, it felt displaced as Jack wandered around the house he called home. It was usual for him to see one of his dad's wondering around mumbling to himself about something he never could catch as Aaron and Derek had left for another case.
The boy knew it wasn't exactly normal for him to be in a house of silence. Wandering to the master bedroom door, he slowly and lightly opened the door with a creek.
It didn't do anything to alert the man inside as all the boy heard were soft snores. Otherwise the room was completely silent, sun pouring in and dappling spots on the bed and the covers where he could see a imprint of a person splayed on the bed, spotting strands of (h/c) hair on the head that was slightly tucked under the covers.
The morning was silent as Jessica opened the door, looking around lightly and calling out to Jack and Reader. Nothing came of it as no answer was heard, wandering inside the house for a little bit she found the master bedroom's door ajar.
The view of seeing her nephew hugging a body of one of the lovers of Aaron was adorable, just laying besides him and making a shushing motion towards her as she called out Jack's name. The boy understood that R had difficulties sleeping and he didn't want him to wake up yet, it was unknown go R if that was the reason Jack staid with him or not. Just guarding, bc he had heard Jessica tell about a fly that the boy was trying to slap out of the air when it came too close at least once.
Except that yet turned into sleeping three days with R regretting everything. At least he could have been blessed with some pictures of the scene or a possible stuffed animal or two besides him bc Jack didn't want him to be alone when he woke up.
I really think the boys all of them would do something small for R to try to help him. Doing subtly things that would not irritate him if he was known to be really easy to be irritated when lacking a lot of sleep.
Jack would absolutely share his studies with him, saying they'd scare off the nightmares or thoughts if R had ever answered a question from the boy on why he was up. Not that R would take them, he'd give them back at the end of the day saying it's important that they're protecting Jack instead of him and stressing about it to the boy. But he does not hear it.
I think R would be doing things out of boredom at night when he's restless and doesn't feel comfortable cuddling with Aaron and Derek for the moment. Were it baking, maybe crocheting, crafting or doing something else if R is handy enough and there's something to fix he could do it, he would do it to pass time.
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PROMPT 21 from the Taylor Swift list!!!!! Andddd congratsssss, again
Hello lovely Joy, THANK YOU for your patience! I whipped up a fluffy AU for you since I know that's your preference <3 Read here on ao3 or below the cut!
Taylor Swift Prompts
Follower Milestone Celebration
Lily concentrates on moving the eggs from the stove onto a plate, not daring to look head-on to where James sits at her counter. It’s been a bizarre morning and she feels that one wrong word could ruin it.
She hears the click of the electric kettle and the scoot of a chair and James is there in her kitchen, pouring the hot water into their mugs.
“Sugar?”
His voice is light, laced with trepidation as though he shares her same worries.
“One scoop. Here.” She hands him a plate of toast and eggs as he picks up a mug. They settle into another silence at the counter—eyes staring and darting away, blushes crawling up cheeks.
The aftermath of an unexpected night.
“So—”
“You said last night…” Lily trails off, cheeks going pink and dropping her attention to her eggs. She clears her throat, realizing that she’s started a train of thought and dammit, she’s going to finish it. “You said you…ah…fancied me?”
“Fancy you,” James says with the quirk of his lips, taking a bite of toast. “Present tense.”
“Right. Right…” Lily’s mind races.
Their teams had gone out for celebratory drinks after the new launch. Pomona had put her card down for the tab. Three drinks. The rest of their Arcana coworkers leaving. Venting over project hiccups turning to laughing turning to reduced proximity turning to—
“And…how long…have you fancied me?” She stabs into her egg, watching the yolk run along the plate. She doesn’t know why it’s so important, why she’s following this thread. “Was it when I chopped my hair off a few months ago? Or when I called Trevor from Product an arsehole in that meeting?” Her eyes flicker up, daring to watch him. “I know you have a thing for my antagonism.”
“Evans, I’ve fancied you since my first fucking day at Arcana.”
The grip on her fork tightens, a small breath escaping through her lips. Eight months? He’d fancied her this whole time?
“What?”
He shrugs, a barely-visible flush crawling up his neck. “I…well, I thought I was shit at hiding it, honestly.”
“You barely spoke to me if it wasn’t project-related,” Lily points out, her brows furrowed.
“That’s because Snape—” James clamps his mouth shut, eyes wide as her spine goes rigid at the mention of their ex-coworker (and her ex-friend). “Sorry, I shouldn’t have…” shaking his head, he pivots. “I guess I thought you knew how I felt and you just didn’t want to make it awkward—”
“Potter—”
“Which I respect, and I know things got a little…out of hand last night so—”
“Stop.” Lily drops her fork, reaching over the counter to place her hand on his and reveling in the warmth of his skin. “Don’t get ahead of yourself with a worst-case scenario. I…” she bites her lip, exhaling forcefully. “I fancy you, too. Have for quite a while.”
James’ face lights up and he leans closer to her over the expanse of the counter, a good-natured smirk on his lips. “Since my first day?”
“I hardly spoke to you on your first day!”
He takes another bite of his toast, enjoying the way her cheeks flush with color. “I bet you thought I was fit though, eh?”
“Finish your toast, you arse,” she grumbles through a smile.
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Hi, I'm loving your Kiss prompt fics so much :D You're making me FEEL things 🥰. If you're still taking Kiss Prompts, how about: Fives/Tup: 39. Kissing tears from the other’s face. Thank you
Thank you so much for your request & your patience, finally I can write now that I can hear my own thoughts again!
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Fives feels like he’s been walking around in a daze since it happened. The medstation hallways are empty and echoic—different to Kamino in that the walls and rooms are grey and free from blaster scoring, and sometimes have a brightness that comes from the stars, but similar in enough ways to trigger the familiar feeling of being hunted.
Fives slipped himself into the crew and visiting quarters as soon as the medics signed his discharge. Technically with a clean bill of health he should probably be going back to the 501st, but no one has asked any questions yet and no one has kicked him out. The medics don’t mind him as long as he stays out of the way, and the droids only complain if his visits coincide with their rounds.
The days have been long, monotonous cycles of staring at white sheets and IV tubes and listening to heart monitors. The warfront is a long way from here. At least half of the Jedi Council has come and gone since they arrived. Tup has slept through all of it.
So, reasonably, Fives notices the second Tup so much as breathes differently. His fingers and hands start making flinching little movements almost a two weeks ago, and the muscles in his face began to twitch a day or so after. When he first opened his eyes he can’t have been fully conscious, but he’d smiled when he’d seen Fives, and that had been enough to finally abate the gnawing pit of horror rooted firmly in Fives’ chest.
Today Tup is sitting up and fully cognisant when Fives turns up at his bedside. Fives already commed Rex since the fallout to keep him updated, but he feels the urge to vent all of the pent-up anxieties to him just as keenly now.
“Hey,” Tup greets. His voice is gentle where intermittent screaming and disuse has made it brittle, but he smiles in the way he always has when he felt he needed to comfort a brother. “Good morning.”
“Good morning,” Fives echoes. “You’re looking bright.”
His body doesn’t feel quite like his own as he moves the three feet across the room to Tup’s bedside. He ignores the chair he’s spent too many nights in and perches himself right on the edge of Tup’s bed.
Tup is tired, visibly unwell and what’s left of his hair left limp, unwashed. But Fives thinks he looks strong, right now, intelligent, and defiant. He picks his words with care and follows the shape of each of them with his lips, slowly, and Fives thinks he’s incredible.
“Healer Falle sends her regards. She says… she is impressed with my responses.”
Fives lets his gaze trail the drip line up to the bag like it’s a compulsion to check it. “I’m glad. They didn’t know if you’d be able to speak at all.”
“I’m lucky,” Tup agrees. And then he frowns at Fives, or something in the middle distance. “You’re too far.”
He turns over his palm in his lap. Fives isn’t going to deny him anything right now, and especially not this; he dutifully shuffles closer and slides his fingers over Tup’s palm, folding away the deep ache in his chest to examine later, smiling even wider when Tup’s hand squeezes his and tugs him even closer.
“Hey,” he chuckles, “any more and I’ll be on top of you.”
Tup smiles, and Fives is desperately hoping the burning sensation behind his eyes isn’t showing on his face. It feels like acid on the back of his throat and nose and his breathing has gone all wonky, the way it never did when their ARC instructors dragged them through frustration and anger until they felt what it was like to crumble.
Tup sits forward, resting weight through their joined hands, and tips his forehead to meet Fives’ brow. If Fives hadn’t been a goner before—the simple pressure and warmth has ruined him, now.
“These are good?”
Fives doesn’t really know his response to that, but Tup doesn’t seem to be waiting. He lifts his free hand and wipes (carefully, for all that’s he’s wobbly he’s so patiently careful) at the tears clinging to the inner corner of Fives’ eye with a thumb. Fives wants to laugh, but all that comes out is a kind of ragged huff, and Tup tilts his face and kisses his other cheek, right over the tacky tear-trail.
“I think we’ve got this backwards,” Fives points out shakily. He clutches at Tup’s hand, though, braces his shoulder to keep him closer.
“It’s okay,” Tup tells him. And it is. Or it will be. It has to be. There’s a spool of iron wire sitting behind Fives’ ribs that’s slowly unwinding itself from its tense, impenetrable tangle with every one of Tup’s breaths across his lips. “We’re okay.”
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You're Fucking Pathetic Part 2| The Umbrella Academy FF
A/N: I am so sorry this took me so long to write I honestly couldn't come up with ANYTHING. But, after some hours of procrastination and some coffee up my ass I finished! =] ALSO, I ended it off in a way that's much easier for me to continue, plus I have an Idea for a part three so stay tuned for that!
warnings: MAJOR SPOILERS FOR TUA SEASONS 3, swearing, mentions drugs, death, (if you guys have any other tw's I need to add, pls let me know!)
part 1 | next part (coming soon)
After that argument you left everything tense.
As you should.
You walked around the house looking for Viktor, worried he’s hating himself right now. Honestly if you could whoop Allisons ass right now you would but checking in on Viktor was more important. You walked along the halls, tracing your hand along the wall, reminiscing about the old times. You and Diego reading books to help with his stutter. You and Klaus and Ben having random ass dance parties. You and Allison and Viktor gossiping/venting about boys that try and talk to you all the time. You and Five jumping through time together. You and Luther watching movies late at night even though you had training in the morning.
You pass Ben's old room and see Viktor laying down with Harlan’s recorder on. You also hear Ben.
“Have you been waiting for someone to come chase after you this whole time?” He asked.
“Wow! That’s so embarrassing.”
“It’s official. Our Ben was better.” Viktor says.
“Yes. Yes he was. Especially because he knew when to shut the fuck up. Why don’t you take note?” You say flipping Ben off.
“Ouch.” he says and walks out of the room.
“Hey…Are you doing okay?” You say sitting next to Viktor.
“Y/n….You know I didn’t mean to end the world right? O-Or do anything Allison is blaming me for?”
“Of course Viktor! Had we been honest about your abilities from the beginning and had father been patient with you then none of this would have happened.” You place your hand on his back, “Even when you wrote that book, everyone was mad for what? Because you told the truth? Told the world we weren't the perfect family they thought we were? I mean this with good intentions. I never cared about that book. You were outcasted all your life, ignored even by the people you called family. That book? Was your story. And I’m sorry they ignored that.”
Viktor laughs lightly.
“Thanks y/n/n. You know, even though you were never really adopted into our family, I'm glad you became my sister.” He smiles softly at you bringing you into a warm embrace.
“I hated myself for so long. I hated you all for so long, and when my powers exploded I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t know I would cause the end of the world… Allison blames me for destroying Claire but if it was up to me I wouldn’t have taken her from her child and she knows that.” Viktor sighs heavily.
“Vik, I get it. I love you and you are an amazing human now. When I told you back in ‘63 that I forgave you, that's what I meant.” You say hugging him for one last time.
“Thank you. Before you and everyone else forgave me…I-I almost…”
“Hey, hey, hey. I love you okay?” You say looking into his eyes
“Now, wanna help save the world?”
“Do I have a choice?” Viktor says walking out of the room.
You guys head down to the basement and walk down to see the Kugleblitz. It was the first time you ever saw it because according to your “older” siblings you were too fragile and small to be around something so massive and destructive. You didn’t mean any harm but you were more afraid of Viktor on his good days than you were that ball of lighting. You and Viktor enter the basement to find everyone standing around the ball of lighting. Five standing a little too close for comfort.
“Five, you’re scaring me.” You say beckoning him to your side. He sees that you are worried and steps back. You take a hold of his hand, not on no Allison and Luther stuff but the last time you let him go he slipped away for 15 years so, apologies if you are a little attached.
“Okay, how do we start?” Viktor says.
“Have you ever moved a nest of bees?” Sloane asks the group.
“No, because that’s weird…” Lila replies.
“You can’t just pick it up.” Sloane says, “You have to keep the nest calm while you build the box around it, and then you trap it.”
Allison is standing near you, with Five on the other side of you. You pull him to switch hands so that he stands in between you and Allison. He looks between you two then whispers in your ear.
“You’re being childish. Is this really what you wanna do while we are face to face with impending doom?”
“I’ll forgive her when I'm dead.” You say turning forward again.
“ Don’t say that.” He retorts, clearly not laughing.
“Sorry, force of habit?”
You weren’t really paying attention to the rest of the directions honestly because something else caught your attention. Footsteps. Who could it have been? Reginald wasn’t home and from what you could tell Grace was nowhere near the basement. It didn’t sit right with you.
“You didn’t tell me you were building a prison for God.” Grace says.
You look over and she is coming down the steps dressed as a nun holding a flamethrower.
“What the actual fuck?” You whisper under your breath to Five.
“Mom?” Diego says, looking at her.
“You have no right to do that.” She continues.
“We’re a little busy here Grace.” Luther yells.
“The day of vengeance was in my heart”
“What are you talking about?” Diego questions as he gets closer to her.
“And my year of redemption hath come.” Grace says.
Before you could react you see flames charging at you. Diego and Luther Jump out of the way but before you could move the flames catch your left sleeve on fire. You fall to the ground patting the fire out. As you lift your head you see everyone in a panic backing away from Grace but also worried about what would happen to Sloane and the others working on the Kugleblitz. You see Five running past you and pull him down to you.
“Okay I think I have a plan!” You yell over everyone so that he can hear.
“Is your arm okay???? Let me see it!” He says reaching for you.
“I’m fine! We don’t have that much time! You go and blip behind her and blip her upstairs after I charge her up with enough electricity to neutralize her!”
He nods his head and blips behind her. You stand up and give everyone a reassuring nod. You close your eyes and take a deep breath, channel all the anger you feel towards Allison, all the sadness you feel from the death of Harlan. You feel the ground rumble and feel the electricity course through your veins and you guide it through your fingertips shooting it at Grace.
“Go!” You yell at Five and he blips her away.
After she was taken care of you guys finished the job and then went upstairs to celebrate.
It was great. Besides Allison brooding in the corner everyone was drinking, dancing, and having fun. You however, weren’t big on drinking but you did have a blunt rolled up so you lit it and started smoking.
You could see Allisons face turn up at your actions. Allison was never a big fan of you smoking weed, especially after you got high before a mission and ended up “harming” a citizen. By harm, Allison meant she wasn’t the one to rescue them so when you brought them back with rope burn and a few cuts she used that as an excuse to get you benched from any missions until father said so.
“Y/n, if you’re gonna smoke take it the fuck outside. It stinks.” Allison says from across the room.
You look at her and because you just saved the world you decided not to fuss.
“Is smoking bothering anyone else? If so, I'll put it out.” You say taking a long puff before blowing it out of your nose.
Everyone shakes their heads no before going back to their activities.
You smirk at Allison and turn to Viktor, “You wanna try?”
Viktor turns pale, “Y/n! You know I don’t smoke!”
You chuckle lightly, teasing him is so fun.
Before you could blink you saw Fei going to clink her glass with Christopher. Oh no. You knew that if disturbed with a different vibration than its own the Kugleblitz would react and destroy everything getting worse. You go to stand and call her name but you’re too late. You watch as Christopher starts to shake and Fei and Ben start to back up. Next thing you know you feel a Kugleblitz wave flow through your body and knock you over. When you look up Chris and Fei are gone….
There is no time to be sad as you watch the Kugleblitz get bigger and bigger.
Shit.
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glassy eyes, hazy afternoons pt 7
Eddie Munson x anxious!stoner!reader
Part 6
Summary: The night of the party has come… let the games begin.
Content warnings: 18+ Minors DNI, fem/afab!reader, mature language and themes, underage drinking and drug use, Jason Carver, males fighting, Chrissy gets pushed, smut/lemon(?) (dry humping, fingering, nipple play), Gareth x Chrissy, Steve x male!OC, intrusive thoughts, social anxiety, and anything else I may forget (: (: plz let me know
a/n: for my girl, @wendyfawcett
Dedicating this chapter and the rest of the series to you. thank you so much for the encouragement you’ve unknowingly given me a zillion times 😭 I now think of you when I hear the Smiths 🤍
To all my other mutuals and readers, thank you for your interaction and encouragement 🤍 writing this series has been so special for me and I hope everyone who can relate to our Y/n feels seen and represented!
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Robin assured Y/n that she and Steve would be by in the morning to pick her up for school while Chrissy reminded her three times to bring her clothes and makeup with her.
Y/n timed it so she called Eddie’s trailer while Wayne was still home and asked him to let Eddie know that she had another ride to school for the next day.
Now she sat unbothered and comfortably numb, Tom Sawyer by Rush pulsing through the speakers. Her door opened, her father standing in the hallway still clad in his work uniform and chuckling to himself as he observed her resting figure, looking so similar to how she looked in a crib so long ago during naptime.
He stepped inside and hit pause on the Walkman next to her. Her eyes fluttered open as she jumped, swiping off her headphones to rest around her neck as she sat up on her elbows. “Jesus, dad, you scared me.” She breathed.
“Sorry, kid. I would’ve left you alone but, your brothers on the phone and he insists on speaking with you—something about Chrissy’s party tomorrow night.” He shrugged with pursed lips.
Y/n’s eyes widened slightly before returning back to their normal size. She sat up fully, shifting uncomfortably before nodding and rushing out of the room.
Plopping down in the armchair, she made a note to tell Sam off for making her have this conversation in the living room. She sighed and picked up the phone, not even having a chance to say anything before he was talking.
“Ugh, Y/n/n! How’s it going?” He asked, dragging out her name with an edge in his tone.
She sighed again, “I dunno, Sam, why don’t you tell me? And while you’re at it, tell me why you didn’t call me on my phone?” She mumbled into the mouthpiece, her eyes darting this way and that to make sure the old man didn’t try to come out of his room.
Sam scoffed, “So you do know why I’m calling.”
Y/n rolled her eyes, “I think I do.”
“Tell me why I had to hear about your Eddie situation from Steve.” He asked bluntly. She could picture him slumped over the phone on the wall of his common room at school, his fingers tangled in his dark hair as he tugged at the roots like he did when he was thinking hard.
“I-I was gonna call you, but I—“
“—Don’t give me that crap about bothering me. I gave you my number, so use it.” He almost spat.
She took a deep breath and nodded though he couldn’t see her, and she heard him sigh over the line.
“If I call you in your room, will you tell me everything? Please?” He asked quietly.
“Okay.” Is all she said before they hung up and she scurried quietly to her room, eyeing her father’s door the whole way. She knew he’d be going to sleep soon and hoped to keep it that way.
In the stillness of her room, she could hear his shower running. She knew she’d be able to smell the bar soap by the time he was finished and always looked forward to the scent wafting through the vents.
As she picked up the phone, it rang in her hands—“aghh! fuckin’ shit”— she cried as it fumbled, the phone unlatching and falling into her lap. She grabbed it by the cord and pulled it up to her face.
“Hey.”
“Hi.” Sam mumbled back through a chuckle. “Start from the beginning… and I don’t care if it’s weird, tell me what happened.”
Y/n focused on the way the plastic spiral cord felt under her nails as she dug into it absentmindedly. “Okay…” she sighed, “After Hellfire, we were hanging out, we went to his trailer to smoke, so we did.” She swallowed; the dry patch at the back of her throat scratching at her as she spoke. “We were sitting and talking for about an hour before he looked over at me and told me I was beautiful.” Her voice caught in her throat.
She clapped her hand over her mouth when she hiccuped, hoping Sam didn’t hear it— though he did.
She took a sharp inhale, “I dunno, Sam. I just—it was stupid—I started crying. And not only did I fucking cry, I kissed him. I fucking kissed him. And it—it was really nice—“ her voice tightened. “Cause he kissed me back! And when I thought it was going further he just pulled back and asked me how I was or how high I was? I-I dunno, but-but then he asked me if I wanted to watch a movie and left the room!” She had to take a breath and hoped it wasn’t too loud for Sam to hear. “I just—I freaked out, man! The weed helped me stay quiet but my teeth got all tingly and shit like they used to.” She couldn’t hide the sobs escaping her but she powered through without a crack in her voice. “I talked myself down like we’ve always done, slowed my breath and ran the cold water over my wrists—got through the wave. But then I went out there and we watched the movie like nothing happened.”
“—Can I say something yet?” He asked with audible tension as he exhaled, pinching the bridge between his eyes.
“I have a feeling you will anyway.” She rasped.
“—I’m sorry. About it all. I know how much you like him. And I’m sorry you had to go through another panic attack alone—I should’ve—“
“Don’t even say it—You can’t always rescue me, Sam! I know you want to. And you do a great job. You always have, but I’m gonna deal with this shit for the rest of my life, you know? I’m gonna have to do it alone sometimes.” She spewed.
Sam nodded with tears in his eyes, the black phone held in his hand with white knuckles. Y/n took his silence as a response and continued. “I love you, dude. And I miss how close you used to be but—“ she sighed quietly, “I’m not your responsibility.”
“Is that how you think I see you?” He scoffed, “A responsibility? Some obligation that fell into my lap?” He shook his head in disbelief. Y/n worried she’d angered him until she heard his quiet chuckle.
“Y‘know when mom and dad brought you home I was under the impression I would be receiving a puppy?” He asked suddenly.
Y/n chuckled, “What?”
“Mhm. I guess I put that together myself when mom compared a baby to a puppy.” He chuckled nostalgically. The slight smile fell from his face when he furrowed his brow at the newer memory floating to the surface. “Sh-She, uh, told me she’d need my help. Now that I think about it.”
Y/n froze at the stiffness in his tone, sounding like his mind was wandering far away. “Sam?”
“I never meant to make you feel, like-like—small? I just—“
“No, no, I know, Sam, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have—“
“Don’t worry about it.” He said lowly, dissolving all tension and fear in her chest as she lessened her grip on the cord she squeezed so tightly. She heard him sigh and wondered if he had more to say.
“Did, uh,” he let loose another uncomfortable exhale, “Why did you… cry?” He asked, his mind racking the possibilities; knowing she wasn’t completely inexperienced, that kissing wasn’t a foreign concept to her.
She chuckled and sniffed, her nose stopping up like a tightened leaking faucet. “He, uh, he called me beautiful—the ‘prettiest girl he’s ever seen.’” She huffed a breath through her mouth at the recollection, like it was happening for the first time again. “That’s when I leaned over and kissed him. But, uh, he broke it when he noticed I was crying… like a fucking weirdo.” She spat quietly at the end, hugging her knees to her chest.
Sam’s eyes widened at the realization. He’d never called his sister pretty, and he hadn’t ever thought to until now. His chest ached at the thought of her walking through life with no one ever telling her how beautiful the smile they shared was.
“Y/n/n…” is all he could say with a sigh as her sobs rippled from her lips over the line. She angled the mouthpiece away from her as she clapped her hand back over her mouth to muffle herself.
“I’m so sorry.” He said finally. “We should’ve been reminding you this entire time. Th-that was probably a lot to feel all at once, you know? From someone you like so much…” His mind drifted to the first time Derek was brave enough to say how beautiful he found Sam to be; standing in a museum and admiring a replica of Michaelangelo’s statue, David.
Remembering how he thought his knees would give out beneath him and the burn that nipped at his cheeks as he stuttered out his deflections. Derek merely scoffed and stepped closer to his friend, brushing fingers with the object of his affection and sharing a knowing look with him.
His very best friend.
“I felt like I—I don’t know. Never felt that way before.” She mumbled.
“I think you felt… loved, Y/n.” He shrugged, knowing the irreplaceable feeling of someone seeing you and loving you in the way no family or friend ever could. The girl froze atop her bed and shook her head quickly.
“I-I mean I’ve always felt loved by you and dad, always—“
“Not like that.”
“Ugh—“ she grumbled softly, “well that’s stupid, I’ve known him for a freakin’ week and I’m so wound up over this dude to to point of embarrassment and-and—” She concluded. “I feel pathetic, Sam!”
The teary boy chuckled at his sister’s anguish. “That’s exactly how love can make you feel sometimes.”
“Well, then it’s not right. That isn’t love.” She decided with a dejected heart.
“Love makes you feel uncomfortable things, sometimes. Sometimes love makes you shut down. Some people… run away.”
“Drugs made her run away, not love.” Y/n bit.
Sam felt it through the phone, flinching back a little at the reference to his mother. “I didn’t mean her, you know that… I just meant, maybe Eddie has a problem with describing his bigger feelings. Love makes you feel a lot of… different things at once. It’s scary, and you know that. Maybe he’s just as scared as you.” He suggested.
It was like the rubix cube clicked into place after days of twisting and turning, days of one side seeming to be done until you turn it around to discover another jumbled side to need unscrambled.
“Y-You don’t think it was me?” She asked with a whisper.
“Not even for a second.” He mumbled. “Might ‘just be a week’ with him but… I dunno, sometimes people just find each other, Y/n/n. People that go together.”
She chuckled and wiped the cold tears that laid on her cheeks. “Yeah, maybe.”
“So this party…” Sam asked.
“Mhm?”
“Steve said I’m invited.” He said with that familiar mischief in his voice.
“Indeed, you are.” She confirmed stiffly with a small smile tugging at her lips.
“Think it’s time we show Hawkins just how good we are?” He asked smugly.
Y/n rolled her eyes. “At what, Sam?”
“Having a good time!”
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Her eyes were already itchy. The skirt Chrissy talked her into kept riding up her thighs, the black outfit being far from what she imagined herself in at any party, but she’d promised Chrissy she could live her punk girl dreams through her tonight, and she would do just that.
She wore heavier eyeliner than she was used to, a black silk cami with lace trimming her friend Sara gifted to her the first time they went to a college party. The skirt was red plaid and quite tight, the fabric not giving much room to stretch but fitting nicely. Chrissy left her legs bare and insisted they switch shoes, wanting to stroll around in Y/n’s high top vans while Y/n sported Chrissy’s black converse all stars.
“Let’s walk in each other's shoes!” She’d suggested after they’d been plied with pot and a few shots while they finished getting ready. Y/n shot her a questioning look. “You can have my cheer confidence and I’ll have your laid back pothead vibes!” She giggled before dropping to the floor and searching for her other sneaker. Y/n chuckled and nodded, handing over her vans as she received the converse.
The last touch on Y/n’s outfit was a light, black denim jacket that Chrissy insisted stayed hanging off one shoulder, also exposing her chest and collarbone. “This is what happens to my jackets in general, why would I put it on this way?” Y/n asked, looking for understanding as she fiddled with the cuff of her sleeve and Chrissy placed a black choker around her neck.
“It’s to make you look… undone! Like you don’t care.” Chrissy said simply, fluffing out the long curls she worked into Y/n’s hair, Chrissy letting her own down around her shoulders and fluffing her bangs.
‘But I do care!’ She thought.
As they stood in front of her full length mirror, thankful her parents were out of town as well as Jason’s, the girls took in their handiwork. Chrissy decided against a skirt for herself this time, opting to wear fitted black jeans and a white cropped cami under the denim jacket Y/n leant her. Chrissy’s eyes were glazed and a pink she mostly wore on her nails, but tonight was an exception.
“Y’know, a certain little drummer boy is gonna lose his mind when he sees you.” Y/n mentioned as they gathered their things and headed for the door.
Chrissy blushed as they walked through the hallway. “You think so?” She asked as she tired half her hair up with a pink scrunchie, one that matched her eyes. Y/n nodded with a chuckle at the mental image of the boy with his jaw dropped.
As Chrissy locked the door behind them, Y/n noticed the bright headlights of the car in the driveway and the outlined bodies of Steve and Robin waiting inside. When they opened the back door, they were met by the interior lights flipping on and the meltdown Steve seemed to be having about his hair.
“I dunno what to tell you, Steve, I don’t exactly carry a can of Farrah Fawcett spray up my ass every—“
“I-I-Its just my side part isn’t doing the thing! Y’know the way it flops over so effortlessly—seatbelts, ladies—“ he glanced to the girls in the back through the rear view as he switched gears and backed out of the drive.
“It’s not effortless if you have to have a whole routine to make it look effortless, Steve-o. Besides you look fine, your hair always looks like that.” Robin shrugged before turning to the waiting friends in the back.
“Holy shit, I smell something burning—“ Robin began, sniffing the air in the car and instilling a panic into Steve.
“What?!—“ He skidded at the stop sign.
“—Oh! It’s just these two hot bitches you have in the back seat!” Robin cackled, now obviously either tipsy or a little high.
Chrissy got a big kick out of the joke while Y/n merely chuckled and looked out the window. She spun the regular thin silver rings on her fingers, some from her brother and father, a couple from her grandmother, but one from an unlikely sender.
She hated that it was her favorite. The one that sat on her right ring finger with her mother’s initials engraved on the plate. She spun it around and around, watching the black silhouette of the trees pass them by on the short ride to Jason Carver’s house.
“So, Y/n/n,” Steve asked in the mirror. Y/n nodded and met his eyes. “I heard your brother was thinking of coming out tonight, said he wanted to clear it with you…h-have you heard from him?” Steve’s brown eyes flashed from the road to the mirror, from the road to the mirror, desperation peeking through his facade.
Y/n cracked a smile and nodded, “Yeah, he’s gonna meet us there.” is all she said to make Steve nod and smile in relief.
The moon stayed hidden behind the tree line though Y/n longed to get a peek. She knew she’d have a good view of it later when she got home, no matter how the night ended.
The three other occupants of the car fell into easy conversation about the plans and games for the evening, Y/n only catching bits and pieces that her ears managed to grab through the overwhelming noise in her mind such as ‘bottle’ and ‘closet’.
By the time they pulled up to the house, the party was in full swing, and Y/n thought she noticed Eddie’s van was parked just down the road.
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“Are you ready?” Robin asked as Steve and Chrissy exited the car. Y/n turned to Robin, now noticing the lights were on again. She shrugged one shoulder and nodded. Robin sighed, and shook her head at her friend's nerves. “Y’know we don’t have to do this.” She asked.
Y/n nodded, “I know. But I want to. ‘S just scary.” She said with a sharp inhale and popped open the car door. The cold air kissed her cheeks, reminding her of the many nights she walked into a house party to come out and sigh in relief at the way the cold air greeted her hot and flushed skin, she looked forward to that feeling tonight.
Steve looked his friends up and down as if taking inventory. His gaze lingered on Y/n, her outfit throwing him for a loop. “You know you’re gonna kill him, right?” He asked as he fished his cigarettes out of his pocket and handed the carton out to Y/n. She took one and threw him a puzzled look as he pushed it closer to her.
“Take them all, I don’t need to get back on them.” He shrugged as Y/n tucked the pack into her pocket. “Last week fucked me—“ he stopped himself with a look at Y/n before his eyes flashed to Robin, “—Over. Fucked me over, you know? Thought it could be a casual thing but, uh. I guess I’m not that kinda guy.” He managed as they began walking to the front door.
Robin wrinkled up her face in confusion, wishing her best friend would tell her the full truth behind his sudden weirdness. She made a mental note to stay sober enough to keep tabs on him as well.
Chrissy linked their arms together with a smile plastered on her face. “We’re in for a wild night, friends. Tonight—everything changes!” She said with a deep breath before ushering her friends ahead of her.
As soon as Y/n crossed the threshold, it was like she entered another timeline, like the whole place was just a liminal space you see in a dream or maybe a movie? Perhaps a memory.
She kept her eyes on the floor until she felt Chrissy’s hand take hers. Their eyes met and the cheerleader gave the shy girl a small nod of encouragement as Robin and Steve walked ahead of her. “C’mon, honey, I won’t leave you. Not until it’s time.” She said in a chipper yet foreboding tone, leading her further into Jason Carver’s home.
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Now that Y/n had thought about it, she realized this had been her first party completely without Sam, well until he showed up. There was a deep knot in her stomach, a tension so tight she could hardly stand, so she opted for sitting until she was able to get a joint.
Chrissy occupied the middle seat of the couch, snug with her new bestie to the slight dejection of the rest of the squad who lingered on the other side of the room. Y/n was familiar with the bewildered and poorly hidden glances being thrown her way. Chrissy was engaged in an eager conversation with Robin and a couple other girls from the school band.
Y/n suddenly felt like a sitting duck in a pool of sharks, sitting with the most desirable girl in school in a house packed with people she wouldn’t ever wish a good time upon. The boys were loud and smelly, carrying on the most pointless of conversations and echoing the same goofy laugh that spilled from their leader's mouth.
Jason Carver stood out on the back porch, running the beer pong table surrounded by an easily entertained audience. She was ripped away from her trance when Chrissy elbowed her in the side and stood, holding out her hand. “C’mon I’m gonna find you some weed.” Y/n agreed immediately.
Chrissy pulled Y/n along to the stairs, noticing a few stragglers at the landing sitting and chatting away, a certain aroma lingered and an easiness that settled over the space around them; they were definitely the smoke circle.
But Chrissy didn’t stop there, she kept going up until she reached what seemed to be a game room, dartboards, a small hoop and foam balls, a pool table, and air hockey all around the perimeter of the room with seating in the center in front of a large television. Only the room wasn’t lacking in occupants like Y/n hoped.
There was a group of drama and art kids engaged in easy conversation with the older members of Hellfire, who wore their shirts like a gang. Eddie sat in a bean bag chair in the corner, his lunchbox sat securely in his lap as he smoked a joint in silence. His knee moved up and down rapidly, rattling the metal handle and latches of the box with every bounce.
Y/n’s breath caught at the sight of him, hoping now wasn’t the time Chrissy would abandon her. Instead, Chrissy walked right up to Gareth, who stood with his foot up on the coffee table, red cup in hand as he spoke to Jeff and a guy that was the current lead of the school production.
As if royalty approached, the boys ceased their conversation to address Chrissy and her lady trailing behind. Gareth’s eyes lit up as they raked over her figure. “Chrissy, hey!” He smiled, his eyes unmoving from the blonde’s. Y/n cracked a smile at the lovesick boy and was thankful for the people separating her from Eddie for once.
“I’m so glad you could make it, Gareth! And-and everyone else, too!” She said with a similar dreamy tone. The boy was red as a cherry tomato as he looked down at her, the smile on his face matching hers. She motioned for him to come closer, making his heart leap in his chest and his thoughts questioning if he smelled good enough.
“Y’know I could really use your help getting our friends together… I have some ideas in mind?” She asked as Gareth nodded without hesitation, pledging his undying loyalty with one look. She lowered her voice for discretion and gave him the rundown starting with a joint for Y/n’s nerves.
At the mention of her name, Gareth glanced around the room until his eyes fell on Y/n, standing just behind Chrissy. He took in her altered appearance, the corners of his mouth turning down and his eyes widening in shocked approval.
“And can you be, like, super discreet? We don’t exactly want Y/n catching his eye, just yet.” She asked with her hands clasped in front of her.
Gareth smiled and nodded, “—Course, Chrissy. Anything for… for you guys.” He said, digging in his pocket. Chrissy turned Y/n by the shoulders as she heard Gareth address Eddie, “Hey man, some girl gave me $10 for a pre-roll—“
They descended the staircase, the circle at the landing having expanded by at least double. Their collective laughter roared over the music, sounding so close to a sitcom laugh track. It wasn’t until she saw Robin and Steve that she noticed Sam in the middle of it all, a smart sweater over a collared shirt and light wash jeans donning his long legs. Steve leaned on the bannister with his cup in hand, though it still looked like he hadn’t bothered to take a drink.
Sam’s eyes glanced from Chrissy to Y/n as they stepped around the group of stoners, mumbling their ‘excuse me’s. “Y/n/n!” He hissed in quiet excitement, definitely already blazed.
Y/n’s face burned at the prospect of her brother seeing her fancy little party outfit. “Ugh, my sister, everyone! Say hi, I made friends!” He said, most definitely already high. Y/n chuckled at his antics as the smoke circle gave their giggly hellos.
“Dude, did you drive here?” She asked quietly, taking in his intoxicated state.
Sam shook his head, “Nah, nah, I took me a leisurely walk. The bronco’s at home.”
She nodded and offered a shy wave to the group as Gareth hustled down the stairs, lighting up when he saw Chrissy’s eyes already on his.
Instead of walking through the group at the foot of the stairs, he crouched down at the railing and stuck his hand through the bars, concealing a blunt and lighter with his long fingers and palm. Chrissy skittered over with a pink flush to retrieve it from him. Y/n watched the exchange, practically feeling the butterflies fluttering within them.
Gareth mumbled something that made Chrissy giggle shyly and look down at her feet before she bit her lip and responded coyly, taking another step closer to the railing that was eye level with her. Gareth chuckled quietly and nodded before standing and making his way up the stairs, looking back to find Chrissy watching him the whole way.
When Gareth was out of sight, Chrissy walked back to Y/n, pinching her by the sleeve lightly and tugging. “Let's go somewhere private to spark up this bad boy, huh?” She asked Y/n, her eyes flickering to Steve, Sam, and Robin to confirm they’d heard her suggestion. Y/n nodded and followed Chrissy out of the front door.
The porch was deserted and dark and an empty bench swing looked like a great spot to be. The girls sat down and Chrissy handed over the weed and lighter. Y/n accepted it almost hungrily, having it lit and smoking between her lips in no time at all. She felt the need to bring one leg up to her chest but knew she couldn’t because of her wardrobe choice. A twisted feeling rolled over her.
“You okay?” Chrissy whispered with concern. Y/n nodded through her deepest drag yet, handing it over to Chrissy and instead of answering verbally she took in a sharp, deep, and gasping breath through her mouth. Chrissy crinkled her brows together as Y/n leaned the other way and began a coughing fit.
“Are-Are you sure? Can you breathe?” Chrissy chuckled before taking a small hit and beginning a similar fit to her friend. Y/n chuckled when she could manage and found herself smiling.
“Yeah, yeah, I’ll be good. What about you, huh? What did, uh, Gareth say that got you all smiley back there?” Y/n asked as she accepted the blunt back. Chrissy rolled her eyes and looked down at her lap.
“He told me he hoped my boyfriend didn’t mind me smoking weed and I said I hoped he did.” She giggled with warm cheeks as Y/n’s eyes widened.
“Chrissy!” Y/n smiled and nudged her friend's arm with her own as they began swinging back and forth. Chrissy shrugged through her small drag.
“Jason is so… nit-picky about everything I decide for myself— I mean he has an opinion on everything about me, and for once I’d like it if a guy just smiled when I say I wanna skip cheer practice or agree with me when I say I’m tired of my moms diets and just want a greasy burger and fries, you know? And the way Gareth smiles at me… Like, when he saw me upstairs… I just. I couldn’t care less anymore what Jason Carver thinks. And I’m ending it—tonight.” She smiled almost smugly.
“Ton-tonight?? At his own house??” Y/n asked incredulously.
Chrissy nodded as she watched her friend take a deep toke, the blunt about halfway gone. “After all the years he’s embarrassed me at parties? Oh yeah. He’s been on my case more than usual lately since I haven’t ‘been myself’,” She chuckled. “But, tonight, I’m not acting the way he wants me to.”
“Oh, yeah?”
“Oh, yeah.” She confirmed.
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After they were properly buzzed and relaxed from the blunt, the girls headed back inside where they found Sam and the group still engaged in conversation. The house seemed to be even more packed though no one had come through the front while the girls were on the porch. Y/n moved to walk to the kitchen, where she’d start any party, but Chrissy led her friend back up the stairs. Y/n glanced at Sam whose eyes were already on her. He smiled encouragingly and raised his cup to her as if he knew more.
By the time they reached the game room again, everyone was already gathered in an almost circle. Eddie sat unmoved from his spot on the chair in the corner, currently chatting with a couple buying from him, helping them decide between an eighth or a quarter.
Chrissy held Y/n by the wrist and scanned the dim room for Gareth, finding him lingering close to Eddie talking with a couple of other kids. With Chrissy’s heart leaping in her chest, she hastily made her way across the room to tap Gareth on the shoulder. He turned and smiled at her immediately, “Well don’t you look pretty in pink.” He said, looking between her watery blue eyes.
Chrissy giggled in embarrassment, the saccharine exchange having Y/n stifle a snort.
“Oh, gosh, is it really that bad?” Chrissy turned to Y/n, widening her eyes to give her a proper look at the intense shade of magenta her whites were turning.Y/n’s eyes widened as her jaw dropped then snapped closed, nodding her head ‘yes’ as Chrissy groaned.
Gareth couldn’t help but chuckle warmly at her, placing his hand on her shoulder and assuring her, “Hey, it’s okay, it’s your party! Why wouldn’t you let loose, huh? Besides, you really do look pretty in pink… every time… not just when you smoke.” He shrugged nervously. Chrissy stared into his eyes dreamily as she forgot the whole reason she orchestrated this shindig in the first place.
Years of walking on eggshells at every social function because Jason didn’t want her to have a good time had her nervous about simply doing what everyone else was doing. What Jason was doing. Who, by the way, hadn’t bothered to check on his girlfriend once throughout the night.
Chrissy smiled and shook her head at Gareth before mustering a stuttering and breathless thank you. Gareth nodded earnestly, his gaze lingering on hers then tore his gaze away to glance to Y/n who still stood just behind her friend.
Gareth cleared his throat and looked at Chrissy again, turning to Jeff and tapping his shoulder to get his attention. The boy turned with a hard look on his face before he realized it was only his buddy and promptly handed him an empty long necked bottle.
Y/n had an inkling Chrissy’s scheme would involve some sort of risqué party game, though she hadn’t played spin the bottle while downright infatuated with someone.
Let alone with that someone being in the room.
Chrissy took the bottle gratefully and sauntered to the center of the room, leaving Y/n with Gareth. The boy took one large comical step over to Y/n, leaning down to utter in her ear, “Fancy meeting you here.” He elbowed her lightly to get a chuckle out of her.
“Okay, everyone, who’s ready for truth or dare?” Chrissy asked like the proud hostess she was. The room of misfits and grateful guests agreed with excitement, gathering in the circle eagerly. Eddie stood from his seat quickly, searching for Gareth and the others, hoping to round everyone up and get the heck out of dodge, but was puzzled when he found his best friends getting comfortable on the carpet, fully intending to participate.
That was when he noticed who exactly Gareth was seated next to, their legs almost brushing as she sat with her knees to the side and leaned on her hand closest to Gareth. Eddie must’ve looked like a lost kid clutching his lunchbox to his chest when he looked at Chrissy, who still stood in the middle and was asking two of the art girls to save her a seat between them.
Chrissy met Eddie’s eyes with hope then glanced over to a Hellfire boy that sat next to Jeff, “Hey, Ned, can you make room for Eddie?” She asked.
Ned’s eyes widened before he nodded and shuffled to make space. Chrissy looked back at Eddie with a face that said ‘trust me’. She caught the slight pleading tilt to his head and nodded assuringly. A sigh escaped him as he stepped through the middle of the circle to take his place between his friends, trying hard not to stare at the girl he desperately wanted to sit with.
“Okay, friends, here’s how we play,” Chrissy placed the bottle in the middle of the circle and found her seat between Claire and Emily. “When it’s your turn, spin the bottle. Whoever it lands on is who is choosing a truth or dare— and before it’s even suggested, you can’t make anyone do a dare, okay? If you want to skip your turn, you have to take a shot or a hit from the joint! Let’s make sure everyone has a good time , ‘kay?” She asked cheerily.
Everyone looked amongst one another and nodded in agreement. Chrissy spun the bottle first and it landed on a girl from band. “Dylan! Truth or dare?” Chrissy asked with shining eyes.
“Uh, dare?” The girl asked with worry in her eyes.
Chrissy narrowed her eyes in thought and glanced to the boy that was always following her at school, definitely not her boyfriend cause he never touched her, but Chrissy had seen the way Dylan looked at him when he wasn’t paying attention. “I dare you… to sit in his lap till your next turn!.” Chrissy said, gauging their reactions as the heated blush took over their faces and the girl clamored over into the boy's lap, smiling when his arms circled around her waist and held her close. Their friends murmured their aww’s while Chrissy basked in the warmth of the blossoming love she was responsible for.
“Now, Dylan spins!” Chrissy instructed.
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After three more turns of a daring neck kiss, one tongue touch, and one truth of Ned’s admittance to his virginity, Chrissy had been asked for the truth about Jessica Chapman and if her tits were actually that big. Instead, Chrissy took a hit off a joint, letting Gareth hold it for her in the center of the circle as everyone watched.
Eddie couldn’t help but watch the way Chrissy looked at Gareth, the way Y/n had looked at him a few times now that he’d thought about it. Gareth muttered something silly to Chrissy as she pulled off the joint, a small smile working its way on her face before she started chuckling which evolved into hacking.
Had this been Jason, he’d have told her to get a grip, maybe even rolled his eyes.
Instead, Gareth chuckled and patted her back, “You want some water?” He offered before she gained her bearings and shook her head no, but thanked him with big round doe eyes before she went back to her seat.
“Okay, my turn!” She smiled, spinning the bottle. Y/n’s heart had thudded in her ears as she watched the exchanges between everyone. She’d seen worse things come of truth or dare, but she couldn’t help but worry the bottle would land on herself or worse, Eddie.
He was easily the best looking guy in the room, and with the sexual tension settling over the group like a blanket, the possibilities were endless. She didn’t think she could bear to see him do any of these things with anyone else.
She couldn’t miss the way a couple of the girls in the room were eying their prospects, how their gazes lingered on Eddie. Y/n could only allow herself to glance in his direction every so often, sometimes catching his eye for a millisecond before he looked away.
Little did she know Eddie was seated not too far away feeling the same way, watching the bottle turn round and round, endlessly. When it slowed, Chrissy stuck her hand out to stop it right on Y/n.
Y/n took a deep breath and looked Chrissy in the eye while mustering up her best confidence to hold her gaze. “Y/n/n… truth or dare?” Chrissy sang.
Y/n swallowed hard and tried to ignore the way Eddie fidgeted with his rings in worry as he held his knees to his chest.
Chrissy wouldn’t do anything to humiliate you
Or would she?? This could be apart of the long game she’s playing, maybe Jason put her up to—
“Dare.” She said, silencing the voice that nagged her constantly with the single word.
Eddie stifled a gasp and masked it as a breath. A few people murmured amongst one another at the prospect, having never heard the girl speak until now, not to mention she showed up with Chrissy Cunningham despite never really being seen with her at school.
Chrissy was pleased with her answer and licked her lips before letting her eyes flicker to Eddie. “I dare you… to take Eddie Munson to the closet,” the room gasped, “for seven minutes in heaven.” The crowd let loose a couple ‘oh my God’s and wolf whistles. Eddie’s face was red, not knowing whether to feel excited or embarrassed.
“What do you say? Do you accept the dare?” Chrissy asked quietly.
Y/n’s heart beat in her throat, the cotton mouth suddenly drying up every drop of saliva she had left.
Instead of answering she stood up, earning herself a few cheers from the other players on the floor. Eddie’s breath caught in his throat at the full sight of her, her legs in that skirt. The Hellfire boys quietly urged their friend to go, the looks on their faces reading ‘Why are you still here?’ ‘Are you that high?’
Y/n followed Chrissy promptly, not wanting to see if Eddie decided to run or worse, take the shot and stay to play. But instead she was relieved when heard the scuff of his shoe catching against the hall rug behind her. Y/n cracked a smile to herself at the thought.
“Okay, friends!” Chrissy opened a door, revealing a nearly empty coat closet and ushered them inside. “I’ll be back in maybe seven minutes, I dunno, could be here longer. We’ll see!” She said with a smile and shut the door on them, taking any source of light with her.
The quiet seemed to close in on them, the only sounds between them being the uneasy breath they tried to keep quiet. Y/n cleared her throat. “Hi.” She offered dryly.
She could hear the smile in his chuckle. “Hi.” He said quietly.
She dared to move her hand from her side forward to gauge their proximity and bumped his own, quickly retreating. “Sorry.” She whispered.
“What did I say about sorry?” He asked in a low and longing whisper.
“What?” She asked, wishing she could look into his eyes.
“Don’t.. apologize for existing, sweetheart.” His assurance warmed her chest and brought tears to her eyes but only for a millisecond before she remembered the last time she felt this way. Then she was angry.
“Make up your mind, Eddie.” She said with quiet harshness. It was enough to make Eddie flinch back.
“I-I, uh, are we doing this here?”
“I dunno, what are we doing here? I’m pretty sure that’s up to you, big boy… those are the rules right?” She said with an edge in her voice that was almost sultry.
He cocked his head, “I’m lost, how high are you?”
She scoffed, “Oh, god, not this game again—Y’know I wish you’d stop underestimating me! I can handle my weed, okay? I’ve smoked regularly long before you came into my life, and I’ll smoke long after you’ve left, so if you’re asking how I’m handling my weed before I make decisions, you’re checking on the wrong person!” She spewed heatedly, her words slightly slurring as her high built, poking her finger into his chest, which was only a couple inches from her nose.
She could feel the heat coming off his chest, amplifying the spicy cologne he always wore under the layers of smoke and musk that came with his day. The thoughts in her head urged her to bury her nose there and wrap him up in a tight hug.
Eddie stood flustered and stuttering at the confrontation, never seeing—or hearing—her like this before. “Wha—I jus—I wasn’t—“
“What happened that night, Eddie?” She asked softly.
Eddie wished he could look her in the eye, recalling just how beautiful they were the day they met.
“D-Do you not remember?” He asked with uncertainty.
She shook her head and scoffed, “Do I—it’s all I can think about! Y’know, Eddie, I thought you liked me. But I know things happen when people are high, and I get it if I came on too strong or-or-or if I freaked you out, but…” the words had come out so quickly she hadn’t had time to realize she was really doing all of this right here right now, and suddenly she couldn’t be more thankful to be without light.
She took a deep breath and continued, “No one’s ever told me they thought I was beautiful. Especially not… not someone I like…”
Eddie’s mouth gaped at the fog clearing in his head. His sweet, sweet girl…
“I didn’t mean to cry… and I’m really sorry if it made things weird—“ she stopped speaking when she felt his hands on her cheeks.
“What have I said about apologizing?” He whispered next to her ear.
“Eddie…” she sighed desperately, feeling the heat of his mouth suddenly so close to her own.
“What the hell is this?!” Sounded through the door. The two jumped apart at the voice of Jason Carver yelling upstairs and Chrissy’s responding.
“My party! Like we agreed on, remember?” She asked with no holds barred, speaking to him like he had spent so long speaking to her. Tonight Jason would know what it was like.
“Chrissy—” Y/n mumbled, fumbling for the door knob with shaking hands. Eddie closed his hand around hers and helped her open it, letting her go before him. Y/n rushed through, keeping her grip on Eddie’s hand as they ran down the hall.
Jason and a couple of the jocks stood at the top of the stairs, looking into the game room where many people were in precarious positions. Chrissy being among them. Jason seemed to sway side to side as he stood, making sense of the scene before him.
“Jason, you said it was my party and that I could invite who I wanted to and play the games I wanted to, if you didn’t mean it, then you shouldn’t have agreed! Or were you just not listening?” Chrissy asked without shame. Y/n’s jaw dropped at her fearlessness.
Jason’s nostrils flared as his eyes darted around the room behind her. Y/n glanced behind Jason and his goons to find Sam, Steve, and Robin just ahead of the group of stoners that had camped at the foot of the staircase, Sam's eyes on hers. He raised his brows as if to ask if she was okay, to which she nodded.
“Chrissy, these people aren’t your friends! They’re-they’re weirdos! We don’t know them! It’s like inviting a stranger into my home!” He tried to deflect.
“That hasn’t ever mattered until now.” She shot back.
Jason skimmed the room for something to pick at, his eyes landing on Y/n and Eddie almost instantly. “Oh, c’mon—where did you two come from?” He asked, disgust lacing his words.
“We were just—“ Y/n went to cover for them when Chrissy interrupted.
“You’ve never cared who gets fucked in your bed, so why does it matter?” She quipped, giving the audience exactly what they wanted.
“All you trailer trash mother—“ Jason took three large steps towards the couple in the hall, charging like a raging bull as Y/n braced herself bravely in front of Eddie. Suddenly Chrissy stepped in front of Jason, yelling something Y/n couldn’t make out before he shoved the blonde out of the way carelessly.
“HEY!” An uncharacteristically rough and loud voice grabbed the room’s attention. Gareth stepped into view and dangerously close to Jason’s face as he uttered, “Don’t fuckin’ touch her.”
“You’re not gonna tell me how to treat my girlfriend, freak.” Jason shoved Gareth away lightly.
Chrissy stepped back in, adrenaline coursing through her as the words she’d been dying to say built in her throat. “Maybe he should since I’m tired of being your girlfriend!”
The words seem to echo through the house as a soft roar of ‘ooh’s rushed below them downstairs. Jason seemed frozen in place while fire blazed in his eyes.
“He may be a freak but at least he’s nice to be around.” She finished. His gaze landed on Gareth and his sudden closeness to Chrissy, or should he say Chrissy’s sudden closeness to Gareth.
Chrissy stepped back, bumping into Gareth’s chest but not bothering to move. Jason’s fury melted into calm, though it was only skin deep— the same anger burned in his eyes.
“Oh, I should’ve known you’d turn out to be a slut.” He scoffed, saving face.
The crowd gasped, Gareth stepped around Chrissy with the same skill of a prize-fighter, but not before Y/n found herself directly in front of Jason, grabbing him by the shoulder and sending a solid fist to his jaw.
Her knuckles popped when they crashed against his face, the burning slap of skin against skin humming through her fist as he fell backward into the arms of his friends, who quickly pushed him back onto his feet and sent him back with force, his punch following.
Y/n gasped and almost flinched away but remembered her friend behind her. Instead she only closed her eyes, bracing herself for the hit that never came.
She felt Chrissy’s hands on her shoulders yanking her back. When Y/n opened her eyes, she found a wall of bodies closing the gap between Jason and herself, recognizing them to be Eddie, Gareth, Steve, and Sam, the boys red faced and yelling over one another down at the drunk and slurring Jason.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?”
“Can’t swing on guys your own size, Carver?”
“If you wanna fight, we can fight!”
“Do you hit your mother like that, Jason?”
The rest of the basketball team rushed to defend his honor.
“He’s just drunk, he would never!”
“If that little bitch would’ve kept her hands to herself—“
“His parents won’t be happy to hear he’s been assaulted in his own home!”
“You freaks are animals!”
Y/n felt cemented to the spot as her heart pounded in her chest, wondering if the scene before her would turn into an all out brawl. The party goers around them made their way to the exit, shoving the occupants of the stairs out the door as the boys grew louder.
“Sounds like pussy shit to me, Carver, gotta have all your little friends speak for you?” Eddie spat, the veins in his thick neck protruding more and more the louder he got.
Gareth zeroed in on the guy in front of him as he exuded strong silence, looking down his nose at the bleach blond Jason Carver wannabe as he yelled up at his face. Despite being up against the basketball team, the boys from Hellfire seemed bigger, granted a couple of them were held back.
Sam stood next to Eddie with steam pouring out of his ears, his nostrils flared as he stood with his drink still in hand, “Say the word, man, we can take this outside real fast, but you’re not gonna touch my sister—“
“I’ll throw your scrawny ass over the fucking railing, Jason, it’s not a fucking joke anymore.” Eddie muttered almost nose to nose with Jason Carver, the pink faced boy growing heated and overwhelmed with the noise and chaos around him.
Eddie noticed this immediately and wanted nothing more than to set the fucker off. He nudged Jason’s nose with his own, a brave grin growing across his face as he said “C’mon, Jason, I know you’ve been dying to kiss me, c’mon lay it on me, big boy.”
Jason’s eyes grew wide as he flinched away from Eddie’s face, rearing his fist back to hit him, but not before Sam could toss his drink in Jason’s face and effectively blind him.
“Dude, what the fuck!” Jason cried.
The scrappy boys hopped on their opportunity, throwing hands before the jocks could have an advantage. Shirts were grabbed and hands were thrown, some of the jocks were trying to gang up on Gareth, some others on Sam, but Eddie and Jason had each other.
Steve didn’t hesitate to jump to Sam’s aide, the basketball team stepping back the moment they realized the notorious King Steve was now involved.
Gareth took a hit to the side of the face, taking no time to recover before he swung his fist back at a guy named Mark.
“You hit like my mom!” Gareth spit at the boy in front of him.
Grant, Jeff, and Ned worked their way in front of Y/n, pushing her and Chrissy back against the wall and obscuring their view to the situation in the middle of the room.
Eddie and Jason threw jab after jab, some body shots mixed in with some blows to the head, knuckles beginning to bust as they did.
“Y’know it’s real pathetic of you to take advantage of a nice little girl like her.” Jason muttered as they pushed against each other, the crowd of fleeing party goers pushing them together.
Eddie scoffed, “You don’t know anything about her.”
“I know enough. I know that she could definitely do better than you. Unless she turns into a crack whore like your moth—“ Jason didn’t have the chance to finish his words as Eddie held the boy by the shoulders and reared his head back, throwing it forward and sending his forehead straight into Jason Carver’s nose.
Twice.
The boy dropped with a scream.
Soon, everyone was rushing out of the house, Sam quickly finding Y/n and pulling her out with him as her eyes lingered behind, watching as Eddie pulled Gareth to his feet and helped him steady himself. The letterman’s screamed at them to get out and never come back as they clamored for the stairs, now filled with bodies trying to move both up and down.
Y/n was midway down the staircase managing to stay close to her brother and friends, finding Chrissy right behind her as they stepped off the stairs and out the front door.
“Chrissy! Are you okay??” Y/n asked urgently, looking her friend over for any signs of harm on the front lawn of Jason’s house. Chrissy’s smile was plastered on her face.
“I’m fine! Really, I’m great! I just—Has Gareth come out yet? What about Eddie? Are they okay?” She craned her neck towards the house and looked around the yard. Sam and Robin ran back up to the girls, breathless.
“Hey! Why aren’t we in the car, let’s get out of here before the cops come!” Sam urged.
“Did you see Gareth and Eddie come out?” Y/n asked the two as Chrissy’s eyes stayed glued to the door. Sam and Robin shared a grave look and shook their heads. Y/n’s stomach twisted at the prospect of them all being alone in Jason’s house with a room full of jocks.
Suddenly a loud thud sounded from the foyer of the house, familiar chaos coming from the loud mouths of the boys in leather, yelling obscenities over their shoulders as they struggled out of the house with their wounded friends.
“Fuck you Carver!”
“What a way to treat your guests, man—“
“See you Monday!”
Before the girls could gain their attention the boys had leapt over the hedges, Gareth tripping and pulling Eddie down with him—“fuckin’ shit, man, go, go, go!”
They fell hard but got up as fast as they went down, hobbling to the van parked under the shady limbs of a Bradford pear tree and piling everyone in the back. Y/n and Chrissy chuckled at their intoxicated gumption and hustled for Steve’s idling BMW.
─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───
The car ride was fast and full of adrenaline, the windows were rolled down to relieve everyone of the hot stress that trickled down their faces as they loudly recounted the events of the night.
“Holy fucking shit! Y/n, I can’t believe you were actually about to take that hit from Jason.” Robin exclaimed from the front seat.
“—You should’ve seen seen it from where I was standing, it looked like she did for a second!” Sam cried from the backseat, sitting to the left of Y/n, Chrissy sitting on her right.
Y/n shook her head bashfully, noting the warmth behind her eyes and how heavy they felt in her head from the weed and intensity of the evening.
Chrissy looked to Y/n, “I can’t wait any longer, tell me what happened in the closet!!!”
“The what?!” The rest of the car shouted.
“We talked! I think we may have been misreading the whole thing on both ends, but before we could really get anywhere—“
“EW!” Sam wretched with his tongue out.
“—Not like that!” She half lied, “Before we could get anywhere, Jason had to be Jason and cause a scene.” She shrugged. “But that’s okay! The hard part’s over. I feel… I feel so much better.” She noticed, now peaceful enough to feel the high covering her like a hug.
“I’m proud of you, kiddo.” Sam said, his gaze more earnest than his voice.
─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───
Steve dropped Robin and Chrissy off at home first, then Y/n. Sam didn’t get out of the car, Y/n only noticing when she made it five steps towards the house without hearing another car door open and close. She turned on her heel and looked at Sam and Steve with a furrowed brow.
“Ew.” Is all she said.
Sam’s jaw dropped open in fake offense, pressing a hand to his chest as Steve blushed and chuckled. “Excuse me, missy, I just thought I’d give you some privacy.”
Y/n’s brow knitted together further as she shook her head in confusion. Sam nodded further down the road, Y/n following his gaze to the familiar van parked a little down the curb. Her heart leapt before she met Sam’s eye again.
“Ew.” He mocked as she stepped toward his door with a blush. She leaned down to his open window and smirked.
“love you.”
He chuckled, his eyes turning soft. “love you too.”
She nodded and patted the windowsill. She looked at Steve with the best straight face she could muster, “Don’t get pregnant.” She said, breaking into a smile as Sam burst out laughing and Steve responded, “You, either.”
Sam screamed at Steve’s wit and cackled louder before they pulled away from the curb. Y/n ran to Eddie’s van, tapping at the window before noticing no one was inside. She cocked her head and turned to look at her house, almost immediately spotting him by the chimney, a faint trail of smoke curling upwards towards the moon.
She bit her lip and ran inside the house, thankful for her father’s night shift. Her heart hammered in her chest as she made her way down the hall, her high from the night wearing off now. She opened her door and didn’t care to change into pants, the adrenaline kicking up in her veins warming her along with the building ache in her core.
She wrenched the window open, catching a whiff of the joint that was burning. She sighed and turned to her stereo. Her eyes flickered over the titles, her trusty Smiths case laying open, the tape still in the deck.
She cued up the song she desired and hit play, leaving the room before it even started.
“Oh, mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head…”
She climbed the tree, sighing in content when the song sounded loud enough to be heard loud and clear outside. Eddie sat cooly, his back up against the chimney and a leg stretched out in front of him, the other drawn up close to him to rest his elbow on, a joint burning in his hand. His eyes were sparkling and set on her as she crawled across the branch.
He stood, taking large steps to her to help her steady herself as she gained her footing, grabbing her hands in his. “Thanks.” She mumbled as they stepped over to their spot.
He sat first, as if this were his special place and gestured for her to sit with him. She situated herself as Morrisey’s voice kept them company.
“I know it’s over still I cling, I don’t know where else I can go…”
“What are you doing here?” She asked quietly as he handed her the joint. Eddie chuckled as she took a drag.
“This… amazing girl ran out on me during seven minutes in heaven…” he shook his head with a tsk. Y/n’s face heated as she choked out a cough.
“‘S that so?” She asked.
Eddie nodded, accepting the joint back and taking a hit. “Yep, and it was going real well too,” he exhaled a long cloud of smoke as the breeze carried it far away. ��—or at least I thought. She had a friend to save, turns out I did too. But, uh, pretty unfair if you ask me.” He grimaced, keeping his focus on the burning end of the stick.
Y/n chuckled and nodded in agreement, “Yeah, I, uh, feel sorry for her.”
Eddie flinched back in confusion, “Huh?”
Y/n grabbed his wrist and brought the joint to her lips, inhaling deeply as he watched in awe, his goddess returning. He followed the outline of her nose, hoping he could press a tender kiss there some morning soon before school.
His eyes flickered over her cheeks, wanting to reach out and cradle the softness of them, knowing she’d lean into his touch just like he wanted her to.
“Loud, loutish lover, treat her kindly…”
She exhaled and opened her eyes, moving his hand to the side but not releasing his wrist. “She didn’t get to kiss you.” She whispered, the confidence deep within her shining through like the stars around her.
“And I know it’s over still I cling, I don’t know where else to go, over and over and over and over…”
Eddie scooted closer and stamped out the joint, half gone. She met his eye and couldn’t help the smile tugging at her lips when she noticed the way he looked at her.
“You’re so beautiful.” He said without shame. His face was lit by the waning moon, his hair so dark it almost blended against the night sky around him. Y/n’s breath caught in her throat, she looked down at his hand covering hers, his thumb stroking her hand lovingly.
“Look at me, sweetheart.” He whispered.
Her teary eyes met his. He shook his head to himself and continued, “I’m so sorry… for being a coward. I assumed the worst and should’ve just talked to you… I was so scared that if I brought it up… you’d be embarrassed or think I only brought you to my trailer to get you high and take advantage of you—“
“What if…” She got the courage to say, “I went to your house because I wanted you to take advantage of me?” She suggested daringly.
Eddie blanched and swallowed his pride hard, “Y-You did?”
Y/n chuckled coyly, averting her eyes down between them, her shy smile playing at her lips before she nodded. Eddie sat stunned at the thought of the pure sweet angel in front of him having dirty ulterior motives.
She chuckled at his reaction and listened to her intrusive, impulsive thought that urged her to swing a leg over his lap to keep him right where she wanted him this time. Eddie gasped as she clutched the lapels of his vest, his hands flying to her hips and ass.
“Nerves of steel, huh?” He asked, releasing a tense and shaking breath.
Y/n only giggled and leaned in, taking his lips in a soft kiss, savoring the thickness of his bottom lip between hers as she mouthed at it. He moaned against her, further encouraging her to keep going.
“While they're in each other's arms...
It's so easy to laugh
It's so easy to hate
It takes strength to be gentle and kind”
He grabbed at her body, pulling her impossibly closer as her kisses grew with urgency. The clicks and smacks of their affection egged them on, their skin growing hot with every passing second they spent touching each other.
“You’re everything to me, Y/n—everything.” He mumbled against her, his fingers now in her hair as he held her face to plant heated kisses all over.
Y/n practically swooned at the admission, gripping onto his arms tighter and grinding her throbbing core down onto Eddie’s. He groaned at the sensation, his hips following hers and creating a delicious friction he’d never felt at the hands of someone else.
“You’re all I think about anymore, Eddie— I want you so bad.” She whispered before diving down to his neck. Another surge of warmth rushed to her center when she nosed at his skin and inhaled more of his scent.
Eddies eyes rolled back and he felt his dick throb.
His inner voice was screaming in victory as ‘I want you so bad’ echoed through his head.
‘She’s in your lap!’
‘She’s going to town on your neck’
‘She wants you! Make your move!’
“D’ya—mmm—you wanna go get warm under the covers?” He asked daringly. “You still owe me five more minutes in heaven, angel.” He caressed her thighs, making her arch her back involuntarily at the affection. Y/n bit her lip and nodded with a blush smattering her cheeks.
The couple kissed three times more before climbing down, smiles unmoving from their swollen and red lips.
Y/n was through her window first, shrugging off her jacket as Eddie maneuvered his long legs through, scooting across the end of her bed with a mischievous smile. He stood to his full height, towering over her as she stood in the most revealing outfit she’d worn, not to mention in front of him.
He traced the choker around her neck with his index finger, trailing down her sternum and to the lace trim of her camisole. He followed the incline up to the silky strap and hooked it with his finger, pushing it off her shoulder gently.
“When I saw you like this at the party…” he started, “I knew I couldn’t watch anyone do those dares with you…” he pushed the hair away from her neck.
“and that I absolutely love this skirt on you.”
She gasped as she felt his fingers at her waist, tracing the fabric teasingly. “Who’s got nerve now?” He asked in her ear with a smirk as she fanned a breath across his neck.
Instead of waiting for him, she pushed up on her toes to lay warm kisses where her breath had hit him seconds before. Her hand wound around the other side of his neck, lacing loosely in his hair as the other rested on his shoulder.
His grip on her tightened as he groaned. “C’mere, baby.” He muttered, pulling her to sit down on his lap at the end of her bed. With a vibrating core, she climbed on top of him, meeting his lips again with a sigh, the anxious tension melting from her body as they sank into the bed.
Eddie found himself leaning back against the familiar plush of her mattress. Her hands cradled his jaw like he was breakable, her kisses warming him from the inside out. He kissed back with vigor, like he was hungry and she was the only thing he craved.
Which, this wasn't far from the truth.
Y/n’s hair began to fall forward around them, her tresses making their way between them and causing her to pull back breathlessly, sitting atop his lap as he laid flat, staring up at her in wonder.
“Shit, sorry.” She sighed, looking around her room for a hair tie and swiveling in his lap as she did. He suppressed a moan as she turned to get off the bed, the pressure and friction everything he needed before she left him.
She walked over to her nightstand and swiped one from there. She avoided his gaze as she tied her hair back. Eddie scooted back to the head of the bed against her pillows, not knowing how far this was about to go.
He swallowed hard as he sat up against the wall, staring down at his socked feet and then back up as her figure moved to the stereo. The Smiths had ended and ejected, the silence amplifying the smallest of sounds. The bed creaked as he shifted his weight, Y/n picked at her nails while she stared up at the shelf in thought.
‘You’re taking too long, he’s gonna tease you’
‘He may just change his mind’
‘Do you really need music that bad??’
“You okay?” He asked from the bed.
Y/n nodded her head and chuckled nervously. “Y-Yeah, I just—I dunno what to put on. Can’t decide the vibe.” She shrugged.
Eddie grinned at the back of her and nodded. “The vibe, huh? How about…” He asked crossing the room to stand behind her, wrapping his arm around her waist and pulling her into his front. “a shared favorite?” He spotted the familiar black and white cassette and popped it in before she could question him.
He pressed the track button until the beginning chords of Rhiannon played. Y/n turned to him with her heart in her throat. Eddie’s dark eyes were warm with affection as he looked at her in that moment. His smile was gentle and hopeful.
She smiled and nodded to the bass before she started leading him backwards to her bed by his hands, the build up not so urgent anymore.
They had arrived.
Eddie pulled her close and situated his hand on her waist and held her hand in his other hand, swaying her to the melody rather smoothly as Stevie began to sing despite never dancing together before.
They giggled through a little spin and pulled each other close to rest their foreheads against one another, wrapping up in a warm embrace. The passion rose, their mouths so close together in that vulnerable moment.
“We have all the time in the world.” He whispered, to which she nodded, her heart slowing with the decrease in speed.
Neither of them had ever found so much solace in another person, home feeling like a place they could only find when they were together.
“Would you stay if she promised you heaven? Will you ever win? Will you ever win?
She is like a cat in the dark, then she is the darkness..
She rules her life like a fine skylark, and when the sky is starless…”
Y/n melted into his touch, their lips finally meeting again like lost lovers. They kissed more comfortably now, holding each other intimately by the cheeks before getting situated on the bed.
“Taken by… taken by the sky…”
They held each other close, taking their time— in no rush to get rid of the layers separating them disregarding the daring lines uttered earlier.
This didn’t stop them from touching and squeezing the forbidden parts of each other.
“You're a dream, sweetheart.” He whispered into her hair as she kissed and sucked and licked his neck lazily, her head laying on his shoulder. She sighed, her eyes prickling with hot tears at the sentiment.
He noticed this and took no hesitation in continuing, “I’ve imagined finding a girl like you my entire life and still didn’t picture her to be as perfect as you.”
She gasped softly and pulled away from his neck but kept her forehead down against him. Her mind wiped of all thought, just noticing how loud her heart beat in her ears.
“Look at me, Y/n.” The use of her name made her stomach drop, his curled finger tilting her chin up to look at him, her chin grazing his.
He noticed her watery eyes and smiled bittersweetly. “I wanna help you be so happy you don’t have to cry when you are.” He nodded. She smiled and let the tears flow freely, leaning forward and kissing his lips with fervor.
He caressed her sides lovingly and welcomed the subtle nudges of her hips rolling against his. She broke the kiss with a soft hiccup as the tears became more intense. She shook her head and groaned at herself, “I’m so sorry, ugh.” She wiped her cheeks defeatedly.
Eddie moved her hands and wiped her face, “What have I said about apologizing?” He whispered, pulling her into a tight hug when he was done. She sighed and held him tightly, emotion swelling within her.
“You, ugh, you feel like home, Eddie.” She nosed into his hair, laying against him comfortably, her crotch resting against his raging boner. Eddie sighed and nodded in agreement.
“You—I know exactly what you mean. You’re my girl, you know? I just wanna be—everywhere you are…” he said through his ragged breath as they began moving against each other.
“Oh my god, Eddie, I—I’m yours. Since I first saw you. You’re it for me.” She confessed.
Eddie held her by her cheeks and made her look into his teary eyes as he nodded in agreement. “I think you're my soulmate.” He whispered in disbelief, despite never believing in the concept until now.
She was his person.
His other half.
He pushed her hair out of her face as it crumpled in overwhelm. She nodded and recovered with a deep breath. “And you’re all mine?” She smiled.
“All yours.” He rubbed her nose with his before they dove back into devouring each other. They had yet to take off their clothes, but Eddie was already on the verge of cumming in his pants, whimpers and moans flying from him as his cock began to twitch.
“I want you to, Eddie—“ She whispered against his lips, placing his hands on her thighs and encouraging them to slide up the hem of her skirt.
“‘M so close, baby—I can’t—“
“No, no, no, cum for me! Please, please, plea—
“Ah! Ah, fuck! Shit, keep going—“ he cried as he bounced her on his lap, his load spurting into his underwear as he felt her grind against him.
“You’re so good—mmm—so good…“ he hummed against her lips.
She nodded against him earnestly, “‘wanna be good for you…”
He rolled his eyes and leaned her backwards, her legs wrapping around his waist and making him smirk. “You just made me cum in my pants like a freshman…you’re so fucking good.” he muttered into her hair as she dangled from him, her giggles spurring him on.
“Good, that was my intention.” She giggled as he pressed wet kisses to her neck.
“Oh, honey, we’ve only just begun.” He pulled back to look at her in the eye before reaching behind her to unzip her skirt.
She felt energy run through her as the fabric loosened, her core tightening at the sensation. “This okay, sweet girl?” He asked hesitantly.
Y/n nodded, “Touch me, please…”
“I wanna make you feel good.” He whispered pleadingly.
“Then take me…” She said in a low whisper in his ear, intoxicated by him and the idea of him being inside of her.
“I can’t fuck you, not yet… I wanna do it all right with you, baby, take you out for a while, treat you like mine until everyone knows it—I just can’t keep my hands to myself anymore…” he reasoned with himself more than her. She nodded mindlessly underneath him, rubbing her thighs together as he spoke.
“Can I have your fingers?” She asked almost casually.
Eddies eyes widened just hearing something so filthy come out of her mouth. “I’ll give you anything you ask for—“ he stuck his first two fingers in his mouth to cover them in his spit, only for her to pull them out and slot her mouth over them.
“Jesus H Christ…” Eddie sighed as he felt her warm and sweet little mouth cover his digits and slide her tongue between his two fingers. As she slowly dragged her mouth back up the length, her lips puckered, making him keen as he looked down at her.
She looked up at him and smiled around his fingers as she pulled off. “You’re a little vixen when you’re feeling ballsy—I love that..” He whispered while he reached down to her clothed pussy.
He pulled her panties to the side and glided his fingers through her folds, her breathless whimpers spurring him on further.
“I got you, baby, right here? ‘S that it?” He asked when his thumb found her clit, fiddling with the hard bundle of nerves and covering it in her slick.
Y/n let loose a wanton mewl before she nodded and cried out, “Ah, fuck, yeah, right there!” And Eddie slid inside.
Had anyone been home, they’d assume the worst was going on behind the closed door. She bucked wildly against his hand, chasing the rising pressure building in her stomach as Eddie whispered the hottest things in her ear.
“You make the prettiest noises when you’re desperate to cum—‘s that too mean?” He asked quietly after thinking a beat too long.
Y/n shook her head, “—it’s perfect, Eddie, you’re perfect—ugh— please, please, make me cum.” She panted, the foreign, filling pressure rose and built up in her core, the place his fingers reached inside of her soothed the ache and melted it into hot and tingly pleasure.
Eddie resumed kissing her lips, his mouth slick with their saliva just like hers were. “Let me have it, baby—wanna see how pretty girls cum—“ he muttered as he pulled back to watch her, his hips thrusting along with his wrist.
Y/n’s mouth hung open as her orgasm washed over her, a choked groan escaped her as her body lurched uncontrollably. Eddie smirked in satisfaction and continued his movements, diving down to her neck to work her through the high.
Y/n’s head was spinning and reeling at the full body sensation pulsating through her as he buried his nose in her neck and kissed. The silk top against her hard and sensitive nipples accentuated the way Eddie’s thumb ran over it with a hard pinch, striking a chord on the live wire he wound so tightly in her body. “You’re mine, yeah? And I’ll take care of you… however you need it…whenever you need it.”
She opened her blurry eyes and saw him looking deeply into her, in awe after the worship of his goddess was over, and she was appeased and satiated. She blinked, her final tears falling down her cheeks and taking her makeup with it. He smiled and wiped her face before leaning down and taking her in another deep kiss that said more than words could.
─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───
The lovers stayed up the rest of the night, treating it like any other they’d share; smoking, talking, laughing, taking turns putting on music, and now kissing. They weren’t too scared to get close to each other now, quickly getting comfortable under the comforter and entangling their legs.
They kept their lips lingering close to one another, unafraid to close the distance between them whenever they felt so moved. They sang quietly, tracing the details of each other's faces and bodies.
As they were right on the brink of sleep, the sun began to creep up over the horizon. Y/n nudged Eddie’s chin with her nose, his eyes fluttering open instantly and smiling when he saw her looking at him. She pressed a kiss to his lips, smiling into it when she felt his hand come up to cradle her jaw.
“Do you wanna watch the sun come up with me?” She asked quietly. Eddie seemed to perk up at the idea and nodded.
They crept out of the window, just like they always did, taking their blanket with them to climb up the tree and onto the roof. The morning air was cold, and there was a ghostly fog hovering over the street. The streetlights were still on, glowing in the early light.
From their spot, they saw the top of the orange orb rise up from behind the horizon, the deep blue hues of the night sky warming to purple and pink. Clouds cracked open to let through the sun's first rays that skimmed the dewy ground.
Y/n sat against Eddie’s chest, her head nuzzled into the perfect spot of his neck, warm and cozy in the blanket he held around them. Her hand rested on the outside of his thigh, rubbing slow circles into the denim.
Eddie kissed her head when the sky took to orange, the shade of tangerine being one that reminded him of her. He looked down at her, smiling when he saw she was so close to him, in his arms right where she belonged. He held her closer, his squeezing embrace making her giggle as he buried his nose in her hair.
“What are you doing?” She asked in amusement.
“I’m memorizing this moment. Never want to forget it.” He mumbled, breathing in her scent. They turned their heads to get a better view of each other. “Your eyes in the sunlight is one of my favorite things.” He mentioned.
Y/n blushed at the compliment and averted her gaze. “Yeah, well, I think you’re still a little caked.”
“Or maybe, just maybe, I’m openly admiring my girlfriend… saying all the thoughts I’ve been dying to say out loud now… and one of them is how beautiful your eyes are when the sky looks like this.” He whispered, staring intently into her irises to memorize the pattern and texture and every fleck inside.
“But I’ll just have to get you used to that, huh?” He asks himself more than her. Y/n shook her head, turning her attention back to the sky ahead of them.
“We’ll see if you can handle me long enough, Munson.” She said jokingly before he turned her head to face him. He pressed his lips to hers with urgency, chasing her kiss down hungrily.
He released her and pulled back, “You’re it for me, sweetheart. Just wait, you’ll see.”
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