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geenozah · 2 years
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I didn't know what to do, so I ran away. I left her there.
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versatilehater · 4 months
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predicament
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charlie swan x fem!reader 🤍
warnings: mdni, age gap, voyeurism, PiV, fingering, overstimulation,
18+ under the cut
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you needed a place to stay and charlie needed the money, next thing you knew, you were renting out the guest bedroom and living with your best friend and her dad. it's not the first time charlie had found himself in this predicament. it's happened a few times since you had moved into the swan residence.
it was late at night. charlie slumped in front of the TV waiting for bella to leave. "bye dad, i'll be back a bit later" she kissed him on the cheek before walking out the front door, she was probably running around with edward. he had assumed you were sleeping so he looked around, making sure no one was there before switching off the TV and laying on the couch. hastily, he started to unbuckle his jeans, his cock straining in agony waiting for some attention. his tip laced with precum as he ran his thumb over it before pumping his fist up and down his cock. groaning and whimpering your name.
part of him enjoyed the thrill of you being in the other room, that part of him wanted you to wake up and see what a mess you made of him. the other part of him knew how wrong it was, being so attracted to his daughter's best friend, not to mention someone who was practically half his age. so yes, it's not the first time charlie had found himself in this predicament, and it's not the first time you'd seen this happen.
seeing his eyes shut tight, wanting to just go over there and give him what he was wishing for, what he wanted from you. you took a deep breath, still watching as his eyes snapped open, that's when he saw you. "uh- i -" he was at a loss of words, grabbing a pillow to cover his hardened dick. you slowly walk to him, your mouth agape, moving the pillow before wrapping your hand around his dick. a hiss left his lips, wanting contact so bad. your hand starting moving up and down his cock, not breaking eye contact with him.
a groan left his lips when you let go of his dick, just before he could release. you slipped off your shorts and t-shirt, leaving you bare just for him. you got on top of him, straddling him. his hands instantly made their way to your hips, guiding you as you aligned his cock with your entrance, slowly moving down. "fuck, charlie" you whined, making him clench his jaw, his hands digging into your soft, tender skin, which will surely leave bruises behind.
"c'mon, baby, just like that" he threw his head back, your cunt was something he couldn't imagine, it was so much better. you rode him, nice and slowly savoring every moment, "hmph, char-" you threw your head back as his cock kissed your sweet spot over and over, leaving you in a euphoric state. "char- i'm gonna-" you whined as he nodded, allowing you to cum all over his cock.
he lifted you off him, placing you down on the couch before jerking himself some more to the view of your sopping cunt before cumming all over your belly. "i'm not done" he pushed you back onto the couch so that now you were the one that was laying down. he ran his fingers over your cunt before placing a sweet kiss on it. he starting to pump his fingers into your cunt, curling every time he was deep inside you making you grip onto his arms, your nails slightly digging into his skin.
"come one baby, one more i know you can do it" he praised in between your cries as your body started to shake "that's what you get for being a tease, you know that right angel?" he watched as yet another tear fell down your cheek, "yes, chief" you pouted your bottom lip.
tags: @darylswifeeyy@cjmonsterwolf@dustbunniess@lilies-valley@angelynn-nicole@taylormarieee@steh-lar-uh-nuhs 🪽
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saintslewis · 4 months
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❝ 𝐒𝐋𝐎𝐖 𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 - 𝐋𝐇𝟒𝟒 ❞
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pairing: sir lewis hamilton x fem!reader
summary: when he comes back from arguably most demanding races of the season, he truly wants to be cuddled up with his girlfriend especially when they haven't seen each other in two weeks.
warnings: established relationship!, mild smut (18+ MDNI), cussing. the usual. typos.
wc: 2.6k
requested: yes | no ~ this lovely request right here!
saint team radio: i wanna scream, this was supposed to be out in SEPTEMBER!!! but now it’s here 🤭. lil one shot before releasing “Break my Soul” and i hope you guys enjoy this one. plus i’m getting used to writing smut now 😧 anyways bye! love ya!
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pls like, comment and reblog! 🫶🏽 (i’m watching you 🤨)
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"I know what you are." You gasped as you watched Bella confront Edward in the forest. The morning sun was shining its rays through the large windows and sliding doors of the large house. The couch was slowly sinking you into it, the packet of cookies from your favourite bakery nestled next to your comfortable figure.
Understandably, it was quite early in the morning, 9 am to be precise, to be watching Twilight and munching on cookies but to be fair, Roscoe had woken you up for early morning snuggles. Deciding to check the time on your phone, you became distracted by your wallpaper of Lewis with you next to him with the green mountains of Bali right behind you both, flowers behind your ear to celebrate your birthday.
You truly missed him a lot, these past two weeks felt as if they dragged on and on the longer you waited to see him. Only being able to see him on your phone screen and tv, his fashion becoming a staple for you to follow almost every week. When his face appeared on screen for a post race interview, you would find yourself admiring him and completely closing off to whatever he was saying into the mics. Even seeing his car drive around gave you butterflies, just hearing his name would make you stop in your tracks every single time.
Lewis' face quickly invaded your mind, no longer focusing on the movie before you. Although you had tried to distract yourself with giving yourself tasks to do along with completing some work you probably missed, doing those things were just always better with your boyfriend around. Physically being on each other's space was something you needed desperately, a true connection when realising that you both had the love language of physical touch.
During these two week, you would resist the urge to touch yourself in thought of Lewis, deeming him to be the only one who could find your sweet spots so much better than you could. Embarrassingly enough, you had resorted to watching fan edits of him just for you to feel something. All you did was like a single video on your feed then you fell into the rabbit hole of his fans being extremely talented and feeling the way you felt but you would sleep better knowing that you had him all to yourself at the end of the day.
Snapping you out of your daily daydream about your boyfriend, your phone buzzed with a notification from the front gate of the house to say that a car has entered the driveway and you immediately jumped up in excitement, alerting Roscoe. "Come on boy, Dads is home." You smiled to the energetic dog who was eagerly waiting for you to put your slides on.
Opening the front door wide enough, Roscoe ran right past you to greet Lewis as the man was taking his luggage out of the trunk, giving his affection to his dog before standing up straight (with a bit of caution) to look at you standing just a few feet away. He studied you from head to toe, the Nike pro shorts were barely visible underneath the +44 sweater that you helped design. Your braids were fresh, nails done and from what he saw, a small but new tattoo on your hand and he swore his stomach flipped at the sight of you.
"Hey baby!" You expressed as you threw your arms around his neck, his head buried itself into your neck and your scent filled up his nostrils. "Hi." The tired voice vibrated through your skin, sending shivers down your spine. His large hands were resting on your lower back moving ever so slowly, causing goosebumps to rise on your skin. Moving your heads back, you gave him a sweet peck as he looked into your eyes afterwards. Studying his face a little, his eyes were a little droopy and his face wasn't as bright as you saw it on facetime hours ago. Letting go of the hug, you moved to help him with his suitcases but noticed that he seemed to walk a little funny as he walked into the house.
Finding him in the kitchen drinking a glass of water, you chose to lean back into the counter next to him. "Knowing you, I can tell you didn't eat so how about you go shower and i'll make breakfast?"  You suggested and all the man could do was smile and lean in to kiss you, tasting your strawberry chapstick before going upstairs with his hand on his back.
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A hearty breakfast and him talking about how the race went in terms of strategy then a few discussions of random stuff, you both opted for chilling on the couch to catch up on a bit of TV. Lunch was ordered and you two spent the afternoon just being in each other's presence. You then decided to showcase the clothes you had bought during the two weeks he had been gone, each dress and skirt getting shorter than the last with his exhaustion preventing him from wanting to take you right then and there.
Changing back into the original outfit you had on, he quickly changed into his gym wear to work out in the home gym he had built in before you had moved in. "Will you be okay to workout, Lew?" You asked, filling the glass with small heart shaped ice cubes, ironically matching the tennis bracelet you were wearing. "I'm fine sweetie, I promise." He muttered as his eyes trailed down to your chest, the +44 sweater long gone as the day became hotter. "Eyes up here, babe." You giggled as he didn't even seem to hear you say anything.
"What?" He snapped out of it, making you laugh a little harder. "Go do your workout stuff, you dork. When you come back, we can do some skin care." You smiled as he held your hips with his grip tightened. "I can think of something else-"
"Lewis, I'm gonna bite you. Go." You narrowed your eyes at the man who walked away giggling as if he heard the funniest joke.
Nighttime was slowly approaching and dinner was already prepared, finding pesto really easy to make. Lewis was still in the home gym, your phone buzzing with instagram telling you that he posted on his story. Clicking on it, you saw how your boyfriend took a full body mirror picture with his shirt completely off and he looked a bit breathless. The lights glistened on his abs and tattoos, accentuating his tan even more. The v line was showing as his shorts sat quite low on his waist and you were left speechless, gripping the blanket so much that you could barely feel your hand anymore. Rubbing your thighs together, you tried to relax your thoughts by reminding yourself that he still has what seemed like an injury on his back.
But to be fair, nothing could stop him, not even an injury.
You tried distracting yourself from the instagram story by playing some music and doing some online shopping. Hearing his heavy footsteps enter the room, his sweaty self looked at you with a look you knew all too well but you decided to not do the deed tonight because you thought he needed to be well rested for this.
"You gonna go shower?" You stopped what you were doing and faced him with crossed arm with a little smile on your face. He came a bit closer and you backed up. "Lew, get away. You're sweaty." Your cheeks started to hurt from the smiling and all he did was open his arms as he came closer to you. "Lewis, I'm so serious. Babe wai-" You didn't even finish your sentence before you bolted, heading up to your shared bedroom and he chased after you with both your giggles filling the air.
"Baby, stop moving. I can't put on the under eye mask." You pouted, holding the cold cucumber scented applicator in your hand. "It's just cold." He muttered, holding the back of your legs as you stood between his legs. "C'mon gramps, it'll take like 5 minutes then you'll forget it's there." Knowing how he'd react to the nickname, you received the nastiest side eye you've gotten from him. Doubling down in laughter, you held onto the bathroom sink counter for dear life as you continued to laugh with him.
As the laughter died down, you fixed your braids into a bun and put your hand out for him to give up his hair tie that he has had on the whole day. "I like your earrings, love. When'd you get them?" He asked, now standing behind you as you made eye contact in the mirror. His eyes still had the same look as when he came out of the gym. "Remember that one bracelet you brought back from Milan last month? They opened a store in Central london so I think it was Thursday." You nodded as you told him, removing both your under eye masks to then fully wash and moisturise your faces.
Lewis opted to watch you complete your routine as you did like to take your time with it, the scented candles creating the perfect atmosphere. His left hand came around your waist, his other hand holding onto your hip and his head dropping into your neck with small butterfly-like kisses peppering your skin. You stopped everything you were doing to feel exactly what Lewis was doing to you, his large hands lowering down your body with each kiss.
"Lew, baby. You need to rest." You whispered, unable to speak from his soft kisses. "Missed you so much, just wanna feel you.” He whined into your neck. As he picked up his head to kiss even further, you already turned your head to look at him, your face filled with worry.
“Can you not make that face?” You slightly jutted your lip out, his face sending a completely different message. “Is it working?”
“No.” You tried your best to hide the smile from your face, your boyfriend’s face dropping at the answer. Backing away from his embrace, you walked into the bedroom, fully aware that he was following right after you.
Sitting down on the edge of the bed, you watched as Lewis stood in front of you then locked eyes with you. “Love, can I at least eat you out?” His whiny voice sounded out and you were fully taken by surprise. You had yet to experience this side of him in the bedroom but if it meant hearing that voice all over again, you were all in.
Not even waiting for your words, the man dropped down onto his knees, holding your thighs as balance as he maintained the eye contact with you. “Please, please baby. I’ll be so good, I promise. Won’t tease you, I’m starving. Just wanna taste you.” He rambles, his eyes slightly closed as his voice drops the closer his face gets to your thighs.
You couldn’t believe what was actually happening, so much so that it took you a few seconds to even think of a response. His chocolate eyes looked up at you with such anticipation, eagerly waiting for you to say something, anything. All you could do was nod and within seconds, he began kissing up your thighs, silently thanking the universe for bringing the two of you together.
Between her slight panting, you remembered that his back was in pain from earlier in the day, giving you an idea. “Lew.” You called out, his head rising to stare at you once more. “Lie on your back, don’t need you to hurt it more than it already is.” You said, slowly guiding him to stand up with you then push him down onto the bed by his chest. He huffed out a slight chuckle at your eagerness.
Once the clothes were off, you crawled up to straddle him but catching him by surprise, your lower body was closer to his face than he thought. Your legs were on each side of his head, your dripping core was hovering right above his mouth, he could’ve sworn he was in heaven. Gently holding onto his braids, you lowered yourself slightly yet not fully sitting, afraid that he wouldn’t be able to breathe.
“Y/n baby. Sit on my face, please.” Lewis groaned from underneath you, his breath hitting your core making you slightly shiver. His large hands creeped up onto your ass, bringing you down onto his face with a grip. Once you had gotten used to him devouring you like a touch starved man, you eventually found your rhythm and began moving in perfect harmony with his tongue, slightly pulling his braids when you felt the all too familiar knot into your stomach .
Your orgasm ripped through you, your moans bouncing off the walls of your shared bedroom. When wanting to lift yourself off of him, he continued to lick and suck on your sensitive clit, overstimulating you quite a bit. Your moans grew into whimpers and that’s when Lewis knew that you were beginning to feel tired, your body slightly shaking from the intense sensation of your release.
Now having a bit more energy, you actually lifted yourself up from his mouth and wanted to go down on him as you craved to have something that would give him the same sensation that he gave you. Before you could even reach his hard on, he held onto one of your hands. Kissing your palm, he spoke up. “Can you please just fuck me? I need to feel you around me, sweetie.” Lewis asked, the same look from before wooing you so easily.
You continued making your way down on him until he suddenly flipped the both of you. “Lew! Warn a girl next time!” You wanted to roll your eyes at him but he just smiled and leaned down to give you a breathtaking kiss, feeling butterflies in your stomach once more.
“I’ve got you, baby. Just let me make you feel good.” He smirked, holding your legs to go around his waist. Once entering you, it truly felt like this should go on forever, have this night replay in your mind like a broken record. His hips snapping against yours would bring you back to reality, seeing stars once the familiar knot returned to taunt you. With the way he was pounding into you, you would’ve never thought he had back pain the whole time.
You screamed upon your 4th release, your body flopping against the sheets as you tried to catch your breath. Lewis emerged from the bathroom with a warm and slightly wet towel to gently wipe your pussy, you sucked in a breath as your sensitive clit felt the material against you.
Once fully done with aftercare for you and himself, you looked up at the man as you layed on your front to look at him laying next to you. “I truly love you, Y/n. Couldn’t thank the stars enough for you.” He expressed, the look in his eyes sending a deeper message into your soul.
“I love you so much, Lewis.” You responded and you could feel the love radiating off of each other.
This was love and you could forever drown in this feeling with Lewis right by your side.
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Dating King Ben Would Include…
Holy shit,
This is a lot.
Def NSFW
Warnings: sex, language, not proofed, I’m a slut
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- r u actually kidding this man
- Idek where to start
- How about this
VK
- the moment he lays eyes on you
- Fuck
- When he smiles at you for the first time???
- Bye.
- Falling for the king-to-be was NOT part of the plan
- But he’s so goddamn cute
- You slip into the stands at his tourney game
- He makes a great play and you let out a cheer
- Surprising everyone around
- And he just grins at you
- There’s a party that night
- You show up in your most flattering dress
- And Ben cannot take his eyes off of you
- (The beast inside is awakening)
- He asks you to dance
- his big hands fit on your waist so perfectly
- Your hands loop around his neck and your fingers play with his hair absentmindedly
- You’re so nervous
- He pulls you closer to him and whispers into your ear
- “Relax.”
- Hello???
- He’s so in love with you UGHHHHAGGGA
- not following plot anymore screw it
- “You coming to the game tomorrow?”
- “Why should I?”
- “I can think of a pretty good reason.”
- SHAMELESSLY FLIRTS WITH YOU
- “If we win, I get to take you out on a date”
- “And if you lose?”
- “We won’t.”
- Ben fucking winks at you and just
- Up and leaves
- Someone take the confidence juice away from him!
- You go see another one of his games and after he wins, he runs up to you, sweaty and grinning, gorgeous as ever
- Before you say anything
- His head dips down to your ear, hands slipping around your waist
- “My car is waiting for you. I’ll be there soon”
- The mf had no fucking doubts that they’d win
- He gives you another million dollar smile before jogging away
- Leaving you flushed and a little turned on?????
- The date is absolutely wonderful.
- He changes ur perspective on everything
- Makes you his queen eventually
AK
- He’s such a gentleman omg omg
- PRINCESS TREATMENT OMFG
- Opening doors for you!!!
- Pulls out your chair for you!!!
- Ur a cheerleader
- He’s def the kinda bf to score and point at you like
- “Scored that for you, baby!”
- You wanna roll your eyes but can’t bc of his damn smile
- Don’t even get Ben started on your fucking uniform
- He’s down bad fr fr
- You in the colors of his kingdom??? HELLO?!
- He’s gone
- Such a fan of public PDA
- will kiss you ANYWHERE
- seriously
- Always has to be touching you
- The beast in him tbh ur his
SEX
- everything this guy does is
- Always turning you on fr
- At the worst times too
- He’ll just look at you and give you the smile he only does while balls deep inside of you while at dinner with his parents
- And he knows it too
- The way you blush and look away?
- He KNOWS
- Please he gets weak in the knees when you say his name/title
- “Benjamin”
- “King Ben”
- “King Benjamin”
- “Your Majesty”
- Bye
- I imagine that he’s so sweet at first but you can tell that he’s holding back (beast boy HELLO?!)
- You have to convince him to finally just let it out
- What does that entail?
- Let’s make a list!!
- Scratch marks on your thighs
- So so many hickeys (he doesn’t fucking care who sees, he’s the king)
- Finger print bruises on your waist and hips
- BITE MARKS
- shit
- This man has a heightened sense of smell
- So like… beware
- Low key high key loves the way you smell
- Will not stop sucking and biting on your neck bc of it
- BEN IS A DOM IM SORRY NOT SORRY
- it’s such a stress relief for him!
- Seriously as king he needs to release his stress somehow
- You luv when he’s rough with you
- A full on Edward Cullen breaking the bed moment and he’s scared to even touch you
- And ur like “Ben do it again”
- He’s all 😮 “wut”
- “Please?”
- And bam thinking with his dick again
- You love it when he fucks you in his office
- In between meetings
- When anyone can walk in
- “Don’t want everyone in the castle to hear your dirty sounds, now do we?”
- BEN IM SORRY
- HOW DO YOU EXPECT ME TO KEEP QUIET WHEN UR LITERALLY REARRANGING MY INSIDES ON YOUR DESK
- Riding him while he’s in his desk chair
- The staff is quite confused when he asks for a mirror to be hung as a decoration on the opposite side of his desk
- It’s so you two can watch obvi but they don’t know that
- OMG the two of you at formal events and he cannot keep his hands off of you
- The things he whispers in your ear my GOD
- looks like the two of you are just innocently dancing but if they really knew the dirty things he was saying to you
- “What would everyone think if they knew how turned on you are right now?”
- “You taste better than all the food here.”
- Like r u kidding me he’s the dirtiest guy
- MASSIVE DICK ENGERY
- Its unfair
- Him pulling you out of the ballroom to absolutely ravish you with his parents and subjects a wall away
- Him just fucking you while wearing his crown omg (cant stop thinking about this)
- He’s so needy all the fucking time
- Anyways back to office sex
- It’s his fav
- Literally you’ll be on his lap and he’s fucking up into you and he will get a phone call
- Motherfucker GRINS at you
- “don’t make a sound”
- And then ANSWERS IT.
- KEEPS FUCKING YOU THROUGH THE PHONE CALL
- NO MATTER HOW LONG IT IS
- Oh and def makes you keep eye contact with him the whole time with his hand on your throat
- Ben with a beard????
- Between your thighs??
- With the fucking fangs?????????
- DEAD
- DECEASED
- BYE
- GONE
- Is always down to eat u out
- Such a golden retriever bf about it
- Def fingers you in the car
- If ur driving??
- “Eyes on the road”
- 💀
- If he’s gone?
- You best BELIEVE he’s calling for phone sex
- “C’mon let me hear you. You sound so pretty when you’re desperate for me.”
- Soft mean Dom soft mean Dom
- Will hop in the shower with you just so he can wash your body
- Also makes you come with the shower head
- Loves boobies
- Loves ass
- He can’t decide which he likes more
- Loves making you watch what he’s doing
- If he’s going down on you?
- Eyes on him at all times
- Fingering you?
- You better be watching it
- That’s why the mirror comes in handy
- When you lock eyes through the mirror?
- His crown is lopsided and he’s just
- He’s just
- You know
- FUCKING KING BENJAMIN
- And he’s always smiling at you
- He knows what that smile does to you
- Uses it to his advantage
- He knows he’s pretty
- He loves waking up before you after a long night of straight up fucking
- He sees the damage done
- By him
- And it just gets him going!
- You wake up with his head between your thighs
- “Morning”
- It was in fact a good morning
- his morning voice adds to it
- You loooooove to tease him
- Low key flirting with another guy, if it’s fucking Chad you better get prepared
- Wearing an outfit you know he loves in a public place when he’s with his parents doing his king duties
- Putting your hand on his inner thigh during a meeting
- I hope you know what you’re getting into!!!
- He storms into his room that night where you happen to be lying on the bed, oh so innocently
- Wearing his jersey or a button up of his
- You don’t bother looking at him, already trying to hide the smirk on your face
- You can feel the glare as he shrugs off his suit jacket
- And removes his tie
- And loosens his collar
- And pushes his sleeves up
- (your favorite Ben look)
- He knows this ofc
- Sets his hands flat on the bed and just stares at you
- Finally you look up, a giggle escaping immediately
- “You think it’s funny, do you?”
- His hands wrap around your ankles, pulling you towards him
- His knee settles between your legs as he leans over you
- “Answer your King when he speaks to you”
- “Yes, your majesty”
- His head drops back and something (THE FUCKING BEAST) ignites inside of him
- He laughs
- Not like his true laugh
- A dark, sinister laugh
- Coming from Ben?
- Noble, brave, and good Ben?
- When he’s about to fuck you into oblivion?
- Good. Fucking. Bye.
- What’s Bennyboo up for??
- So much
- He’s horny ALL THE TIME
- highest sex drive ever
- Esp with the fucking beast
- He can go for hours
- King (lol) of stamina
- “You can do it baby”
- “C’mon, one more for me”
- “Fuck you’re doing so well”
- “Good. So so good”
- He’s loud as FUCK
- not embarrassed about it all
- No fucks given
- Will walk out of his office he was just bending you over in to greet his father in the next room like MAN ISN’T PHASED AT ALL
- And you’re catching your breath like 😳😳😳
- On one hand, he’s so nice and genuine and so well mannered
- And then when it comes to you, he’s a cocky little shit who can’t keep it in his pants
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queers-gambit · 16 days
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Blue Bunny
prompt: you and the Twins show up to collect the same debt.
pairing: Tangerine x female!reader
fandom masterlist: Bullet Train
word count: 4.4k+
warnings: Tan's real name being Aaron, Lemon's real name being Brian, Mafia antics, depiction of murder, blood, guns, brief physical violence, given nickname, Daddy's Girl trope? dialogue heavy fic.
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"I like the lilac, what do you think? Maybe the yellow?"
"The pink's rather nice."
"How's about green? For St. Patrick's Day? Celebration of spring?"
Your lover chuckled over the receiver, phone set on speaker to the desk in front of you. "Think I prefer the blue," he replied, the smirk evident.
"You always prefer blue," you teased, handing the bottle of pale blue nail polish to your nail tech. "So, tell me, where are you now? Haven't seen yah all week," You pouted, placing your AirPods in to keep the conversation private. Not like it mattered, your nail tech, Collette, only spoke French, and she was the only other person in the room.
"'Fraid I can't divulge that information, sweetheart," Aaron sighed, "on a bit of business right now."
"Now? Like, in the present?" You chuckled, nodding at Collette when she pointed at the length of the acrylic.
"Yeah," Tan mused back, "say hello, sweetheart!"
"Hello, luv!" Brian, or otherwise known as Lemon, was heard calling. His twin, your lover, used the codename Tangerine for the contract agency they worked for - keeping their identities safe. Something you didn't necessarily have to worry about, being as your name held power. It was something like a shield in the criminal world, everyone knowing your surname dictated fear.
"Oh, hello, my sweetness," you cooed, grinning slyly. "What's it you two are up to? What sort of business are you on?"
"Ah, hang on a tick, love," Aaron mused, setting his phone down. You waited patiently, hearing a series of gunshots ringing out as you watched Collette paint the pale blue in sleek, professional strokes. Screams echoed over the line, tires screeches, several grunts of exertion, but you didn't so much as flinch, just admiring the work your nail tech did.
You blew on your nails, admiring the color.
Collette asked if you wanted to keep the paint shiny or add a matte overcoat, you humming, replying in French that you preferred the shiny coat. She held up a bottle of silver glitter, perking her brows, watching you nod - trusting her artistic eye.
"Hello? Still there, Bunny?" Aaron got back on the line, using your pet name he bestowed on you after your first date. You had a cold coming on, and after he kissed you, you instantly sneezed - nose screwing up like a fluffy bunny.
"I'm here," you smiled.
"Right, what color did you go with?"
You grinned, "Take a guess."
"Blue's your color."
"More like yours. I much prefer pastels, but I think this color's the best of both our preferences."
He chuckled, "Listen, yeah? You free Thursday? I'l be in your neck of the woods."
"Ah, I'm traveling this week," you answered with a pout, "what about next week?"
"I might be able t'swing that, yeah," Aaron agreed easily. "You hear from that Edward bloke recently?"
"No, no, I've told you, I'm done with him. You're quite the jealous type, you know, scared him off real good."
"Ah, well, don't like folks touchin' what's mine, now, do I?"
"Apparently not," you smiled, phone line beeping with an incoming call. "Oh, shit, I gotta go, Aaron, Daddy's calling."
"Mhm, and we all know you betta answer, huh?"
"It's how we all stay alive," you laughed. "Bye."
"See yah real soon, Bunny. Make sure your toes match!"
You hung up with a laugh, then accepted your father's incoming call, "Hi, Daddy."
"Hello, sweet one," he answered. "What are you up to?"
"Collette's doing my nails."
"Ah, very good. What color?"
"A pretty pale blue."
"Wonderful. Tell Collette I say hello. We'll have t'get her a sensational Christmas bonus with the way you work her."
You chuckled, "Yeah, yeah, I know."
"Listen, poppet, I need you to do something for me."
"Mhm, anything you need, Daddy."
"One of our associates is late on payment."
"How late?"
"A week."
"Oh, you're taking time in collecting," you mused, appreciating the full set Collette was detailing. "What's the hold up? Why wait?"
"I'm stuck in Prague."
"Daddy."
"I know," he rushed, "but I need you on this one, princess."
"Who's the associate?"
"Fella name Wilmer DeLano."
"I know of him, doesn't he own the chain of pharmacies? His son and I went to university together, right?"
"The exact same," your father confirmed. "I need you to go collect, princess, please."
"How much is the debt?"
"With the added week, chalks it up to $3 million."
"US dollars?"
"Yeah."
"Since when do we deal in US dollars?" You asked with a curled lip.
"Not the question I think you want to be asking."
"Uh, no, you're right, okay, sure, I can collect. Tonight?"
"He's not expecting it, knows I'm still in Prague. Take Rufus and Gunther with you for protection detail."
"I'd rather take Samuel."
"No, he's doing a different favor for me."
"Daddy."
"He's making a delivery, all right?"
"What about Gunther and Casey? Rufus creeps me out."
"That's fine," your father agreed with a sigh. "Listen, princess, tonight might get a little hairy, so I want you prepared."
"Daddy, I'm literally getting my nails done, I'm not handling a gun. That's what Gunther's for."
"I taught you better than that. You protect yourself, you can't depend on anyone else."
You nodded, "Yes, sir. Do you wanna call the boys or...?"
"I'll call them, don't worry. Just be ready to go by 8. Remember, princess, $3 million - and make sure you count it, too."
You agreed, promising you loved him, then wishing him luck in Prague on whatever his business was. After hanging up, Collette smiled, asking in French, "When are you going to tell him?"
"Tell him what?"
"That you have a boyfriend," she laughed. "He's your father, he'll be happy for you."
"I don't have a boyfriend."
"Oh, please," she scoffed, swiping the glitter on your nails. "That boy that you're always on the phone with? You're not hiding it, not from me."
You felt warmth flush your chest, heating your core. "He's still not my boyfriend," you mumbled stubbornly.
"He picks your nail colors," she grinned, "that's a boyfriend!"
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You double checked the address your father sent, nodding at Gunther in the driver's seat. "All right, lads, I want this a clean collection. Just got my nails done," you smirked, the lights of the three-story home still on and indicating DeLano must've been home.
"Yes, ma'am," Casey agreed, getting out of the backseat and opening your passenger door; helping you out, letting you readjust your clingy black dress. Gunther moved around the back of the car, grabbing the usual go-bag brought to every collection.
Slowly, carefully, you stalked up the long driveway, heels clacking with every pace. You let Gunther peer through the windows, him nodding before leading the way to the backdoor. It was simple enough to jimmy the lock open, silently swinging the door wide open and stepping over the threshold.
Casey went around the side to enter through the living room as you walked through the kitchen, surrounding your target. Wilmer DeLano was sat at his dining room table with his wife, looking up when you cleared your throat. He jolted in shock, but Casey blocked the only other doorway; his gun in hand, both clasped in front of him.
Gunther checked the rest of the house.
"Hello, Mr. DeLano," you greeted casually. "Oh, something smells wonderful in here, you cook this?" You asked his wife, casually strolling up to the table, Red Bottoms sounding over the polish hardwood floors. You plucked up a slice of roast, tearing a bite off and humming, "Oh, very good that. You're a lucky man, Mr. DeLano to have such a talented wife."
"Who are you?" The portly woman begged, flinching when you hummed and brandished your gun.
"Right, guessing you don't know," you nodded. "Your husband's in a bit of a lucrative business, Missus. Nice house, though," you gazed around, "lot of fine art you've got hung up, saw all name-brand appliances in your kitchen."
"H-He owns a chain of drug stores - "
"Yes, yes, yes, I know. Very true," you agreed, "but that's only a front, it's not the full picture. I'm here to help illustrate, if you will. C'mon, why don't we all go into the living room? Hear that's where the safe is kept."
"What is happening!?" Mrs. DeLano demanded, gun pointed at her temple.
"Up, up," you demanded.
Slowly, Wilmer lifted from his seat with his hands held in peace, "Okay, okay, we can - let's go talk in the living room. Just don't threaten my wife, she's got nothing t'do with this."
"For now," you agreed, gathering the couple to the living room couch.
"Boss," Gunther alerted, dragging your old university classmate and a previous lover, Edward DeLano, up from the basement, "found this one down there, smoking a joint. Rest of the house is clear."
"Wonderful," you nodded, gesturing for Eddie to sit. "You bring enough to share with the class?" But your old peer just looked around the room of criminals. "Guessin' he didn't wanna share," you pouted, then rolling your eyes. "Well, now that we've all gathered - "
Suddenly, there was a noisy crack and bang as the front door was kicked in, making all three of you gangsters turn with weapons drawn and aimed. However, you chuckled and dropped your arm when you realized it was the Twins, Aaron and Brian, or Tangerine and Lemon, standing in the splintered doorway.
"At ease, lads," you chuckled, holstering your gun to your thigh. "These are friends of mine."
"You outsourced the job? Out your fuckin' mind, princess? Huh?" Casey growled, not lowering his gun as Tan and Lem strolled in.
"Don't fuckin' talk to her like that," Aaron snapped instantly.
"Fuck off, Casey, I would never outsource, I know the fucking rules," you sound more amused than anything.
"Well, ain't this fun?" Aaron mused with a grin, strolling in casually before pausing in the open foyer as Brian tried shutting the door again - but it the very doorframe was shattered, making it impossible. "Sorry 'bout the front door, ol' chap, but you understand, yeah? 'S just business," He nodded at DeLano. "Bunny," he smirked at you, hands in his tailored suit pants pockets; polished Italian leather shoes gently scoffing across the floor.
Aaron magnetized to your side, coiling his arm around your waist to lean in and peck your cheek.
"Hi, handsome. Thought you weren't in town until later?"
"We wrapped a different job early," he answered. "Question is: what're you doin' here, love?"
"Collecting debt payment."
"No shit," he grinned, "so are we."
Your head cocked; leaning into his side with your own arm wrapping around his chiseled waist. You asked, "He owes my father money. You?"
"Owes an associate, too." He smirked at the DeLano's you two stood in front of, "Ain't that right, geezer? Got yourself into a bit of a pickle, didn't yah? Got a bit of a problem with the nose candy, don't'cha, naughty boy?"
"You told me you quit!" Mrs. DeLano hissed, "now you're in debt!?"
"I have it under control," Wilmer deflected stiffly.
His wife sobbed and begged, "W-Would someone please just explain what's going on!? Who are you people!?" Tears fell fast. "What do you want from us!?"
"This ain't rocket science, love, fuck you mean what do we want?" Lemon snickered. "You not listenin' or something?"
"Ah, right, well, I was in the middle of explainin' the situation," you told the Twins, waving a manicured hand in the air as if swatting away a pesky fly. "'Ello, lovie," you grinned at Lemon when he stationed himself on your other side, "good t'see you."
"Sweetheart," he nodded, offering a side hug when you released his brother, "been too long, hasn't it?"
"Since Cancún," you agreed. "Right, then! Onward, ho! Casey, darlin', would you be a doll and open the bag? Get us set up t'count up?"
"'Course, boss," he agreed, kneeling at the mahogany coffee table and unzipping the duffel you brought.
"Right," your hands clapped, the family jumping at the sudden sound, "back to what I was sayin'. See, your husband owns the drug stores, that's true," you allotted, "but he also launders money for the Mafia. For my father, my family. Maybe you've heard of him?"
You relaid your father's first and last name, seeing the Fear of God paint over the DeLano's. "What?" Eddie snapped at his father sat beside him. See, despite dating briefly, you kept your identity a secret from Ed. "What have you done!? Do you know who her father is? Know what he's done!? He fuckin' gutted his own brother - "
"Allegedly," you interjected sharply.
" - all in the name of business! You don't know what this family is capable of!"
"Yes, boy, I'm well aware, the man is my bloody business partner," Wilmer snapped right back.
"Well, not so much of a partner now, are yah? Just more of a fuckin' nuisance," You smirked, earning the attention again. "So, you see, your husband washes our money, earns a significant cut for shouldering the risk. Payment's collected every two weeks and as of today, your husband's a week late on delivering our cash load."
"I-I can explain, please - "
"No need," you cut Wilmer off, "because I didn't get t'where I am now by listening to pathetic explanations. I don't listen to excuses. Fact is, you own my father money, and because you're late, the total is now $3 million - and he wants it in US dollars."
"Well, ain't that somethin'?" Tan smirked at Lem. "Turns out, he owes our client some million, too."
You hummed, nodding, "Right, right, but see, thing is, if my Daddy ain't paid, he goes postal. Nasty business, truly messy, just a chaotic clusterfuck, bodies left everywhere, cities in shambles." Turning back to the family, you offered, "So, we're just gonna make this easy. You cough up what you owe, we won't blow your brains out all over this nice Persian rug. Mmmh! See that, love?" You pointed to the fabric you stood on, looking at Aaron. "That's real authentic, you can tell by the threading. Be a shame to ruin it, yeah? Exquisite work."
"Sure is," he agreed, "but did you see up there, Bunny? 'Bove the mantel?"
"Oh, yes," you breathed in impression, "an ancient Aztec tribal mask. An artifact, very hard to get your hands on. Heard the British Museum was actually lookin' for that particular mask."
"Seems like Mr. DeLano is quite the collector of finer things," Lemon admired, pointing at a portrait on the wall. "Oi! Is that what I think? Is that a fucking Monet?"
"Priceless," you nodded.
"Listen, right, we've got strict orders, yeah?" Your lover sighed, shifting his weight. "We're t'collect payment by any means, a message is t'be sent. Right?"
"That's right, yeah," Lemon agreed, crossing his arms. "Make sure this kinda misunderstanding don't happen again."
Gunther asked, "You need tarps for this?"
You refused, "No, we're not here to kill anyone. We're here to let a loyal man the opportunity to pay us what's owed."
"Listen t-t-to me," Wilmer begged, stuttering in fear, "I don't have the money. Okay? The government came sniffin', I had tax liens to pay off to avoid prison time - "
"More fuckin' excuses! Jesus, fuck, man!" You groaned. "Who do you think can do more damage - the bloody government or my family? Huh? Look, lad, I know you've got what we're owed, so, be a good li'l boy and open the safe. Huh?"
"Fucking do it, Dad!"
"What're you doing, Wilmer? What are you waiting for!? You can't play this game! You'll get us all killed!"
"I don't have the money! How can I pay with what I don't have!?"
"Why do I not believe that?" You mused to Tan.
"'Cause you've been in this business a helluva lot longer than he has," Tangerine / Aaron answered. "You know a rat when you smell one, I reckon."
You nodded, then pulled your gun out again, aiming, and firing at Eddie's knee to shatter his kneecap. Blood splattered onto the couch. He screamed in agony, you raging above the panicked cries and shocked shouts, "Do I have your fucking attention now, Mr. DeLano?"
Edward sobbed in pain, trying to staunch the bleeding, Mrs. Delano gasping and shrieking. "Do whatever they want, Wilmer! For fuck's sake! Just do it!"
"Listen to your wife, mate," Lemon advised. "Unhappy wife, unhappy life, innit?"
You aimed at Eddie's other knee, firing, causing another flurry of screaming, crying, and begging. "If you want your son t'only have two bullets in 'im, I suggest you get moving!" You barked, aiming at Wilmer. "Now!"
"Well, wait a tick," Tangerine halted, "if we're both on the job, how's it gonna look if the geezer's telling us the truth, hey? Who gets the money?"
"Let's find it first, darlin', distribute later," you breathed as Casey finished setting up the automatic money counter. "Mr. DeLano? I advise you to do what we're asking. See, I use to duck hunt - I'm an excellent shot. The next bullet's goin' in your son's head and I never miss. Now, where's the fucking money!?"
"I don't have it! Please!"
"The money, DeLano, where's the fucking money!?"
"Please - "
"You want a dead son!?"
"All right!" He sobbed, "All right, fine! Yes, you win! Just please, please! Don't hurt my family anymore! Please, just leave them alone! I'll do what you want, just - leave them out of this!"
You nodded, "Well, you fucked with my Daddy's money. Only right I cripple you in a sense. Hey? Now, chop chop," you checked your watch for the time, "I'm a very busy bee and don't have all night."
"You're a smart lad, DeLano, we know you would've wanted to prep for a comfy fall if it came to it," Lemon laughed easily from beside you. "Ain't no way you're bone dry, know you have money stashed for security. Just c'mon, mate, these two sickos consider this a sort of foreplay, they'll go all fuckin' night with yah if you continue to refuse," he gestured at you and Tan.
You tacked on, "Lotta places to shoot someone without killin' 'em. Just saying..."
Wilmer stood from the couch, his wife shooting across the newly vacated space to embrace her whimpering son. The money launderer approached the Monet painting and lifted it from the wall; revealing an iron safe. You shared a look with Tangerine, smirking as the combination was entered and the door opening.
"That's what we fuckin' thought," Tangerine sneered, seeing the stacks and stacks and stacks of money. " Fuckin' hell. Right, so, look, count up the lady first. We'll settle after," he sniffed, fluffing his suit's lapel, picking off a piece of lint.
Wilmer began handing stacks to Casey to count, one of your arms crossing over your stomach to prop up your other arm; hand limp in the air. "Faster," you demanded, the man sweating bullets.
"Oh, now, look at that," Tan mused, taking your hand to admire your fresh manicure, "you went with blue."
"Like it?"
"Looks real pretty, Bunny, but I know something these would look better wrapped around," he grinned, making you smack his stomach playfully. "You wanna go get drinks afta this? My treat."
"Sounds like a date," you accepted, Gunther storing the counted cash into the dark duffel. "How's it lookin', Casey?"
"Looks 'bout right, boss," he reported, handing over another stack of banded money. "You want me t'count the Twins up?"
"Oh, if you would please, darlin', it would be very helpful," you nodded. "But I'm having a thought, right? Stay with me, would yah?"
"Oh, go on, toots, you've got great ideas," Lemon encouraged with a chuckle.
"Not always," Casey snickered, "remember what happened in Texas? At that Western bar?"
"Oi, the electronic bull was not my fault!"
"But the incident with the tequila and donkey was!"
"Hush!" You scolded. "Listen, all right, you see, this fucker tried to stiff us all... Let's clear the safe out. Take away any safety net? Truly cripple him, set him back to nothing?"
"Sound like your father," Gunther chuckled.
"That's a compliment," you shot back. "Go on, I want the lot."
Gunther agreed, standing, and approaching the safe. He shoved Wilmer out of the way, sweeping his arm into the safe and starting to load up the duffel. "You can't do this! If you take it all, what are we supposed to do!? How is my family supposed to survive when leeches like you suck us dry!?" Wilmer barked, making the amusement drop from your face.
"Watch your tone."
"No! No, I will not! You think you're high and mighty because of your father, but you're just a spoilt little girl! You all break into my house, extort me - "
"Can you truly extort a criminal? For the money they owe other criminals?" Brian / Lemon wondered out loud as he meandered the living room, making you shrug.
"He likes playing victim," you mused, but in the time you looked over your shoulder, Wilmer charged. You gasped when his shoulder bullied into your gut, tackling you past Tangerine and into the coffee table, shattering it.
"GO! RUN!" He shouted at his family, Tangerine lunging instantly to wrangle him off of you; the breath knocked from your lungs.
"Got some fuckin' nerve, don't yah!? Touchin' my girl!?" He raged, throwing the man to the floor again. "Nobody fuckin' moves!" Aaron growled, gun pointed at Wilmer.
"Not like they can, two blown out knees," Brian grunted as he helped pick you up from the wreck.
"Yeh all right, Bunny?"
"All right, love, yeah," you answered and adjusted your dress, picking up your weapon as Tan began wailing his balled-up fist into Wilmer's face at a jackhammering pace. It was wildly attractive, watching the man you were in-love with beat the shit out of someone who offered you threat and harm. Then something caught your eye, gasping, "Oh, you rat bastard! You broke my fucking nail!"
You yanked Tan back; aiming at Wilmer, pulling the trigger to let a close-range bullet explode the man's head; leaking brain matter on the Persian carpet. You turned to Mrs. DeLano and Eddie, cocking your head as they begged and pleaded for their lives, but you weren't listening anymore. "Got it all, boss," Gunther informed, dropping the stuffed duffel. "What we doin' with them?"
"Exactly what my father would do," you decided. "No witnesses."
"PLEASE! NO, GOD! NO, DON'T, PLEASE! WE WON'T SAY ANYTHING, I SWEAR! I SWEAR! PLEASE! MERCY! MERCY MERCY!"
Three more gunshots sounded, Tangerine's gun smoking before being tucked back into his shoulder holster under his jacket. "Well," he fluffed his lapels again, sniffling harshly, "shall we be on our way, Bunny? We good here?"
"Oh, might as well - got what we needed," you agreed, grimacing when blood bloomed towards your expensive shoes. "Ugh, what a mess. I'll make a call, have this cleaned up, pose it as a murder-suicide," you side-stepped the puddle. "Gunther, Casey, take what you want from this place, get the cash back to the stash house. I'm gonna grab a drink with the lads," you smirked, looping your arm with Aaron's.
Lemon / Brian packed up their share of the money, following behind as Tangerine / Aaron lead you from the house; placing a cigarette between his lips and lighting the end, inhaling, tossing his free arm around your neck. The night was dark and brisk, refreshing on your clammy skin as you stabilized your breathing; always a little shaken after taking life.
Call it morality.
Once in their tinted Mercedes, Brian got in the backseat, Tan rolled his window down to smoke, and you pulled out your ringing cell phone to answer, "Hi, Daddy."
He breathed in relief, "Good, you answered. Means nothing bad happened."
"That's not entirely true," you admitted. "We're leaving now."
"What happened?"
You winced, brushes already forming, "DeLano got bold, he attacked. So we left no witnesses."
"Good girl," he praised. "You feel all right?"
"Yeah, I'm good. I'm actually going to drinks with some, uh, friends," you glanced at Tangerine - seeing his lips pulled in a smirk as he started the car and pulled off down the street. "Turns out, DeLano didn't just owe us, but some coke dealer, too. Right, love?" You checked.
"Right," Aaron confirmed, reaching over to plant his hand on your thigh and give a soft squeeze.
"Right, yeah, so, he tried lying 'bout money, I shot his son's kneecaps - "
"That's my girl!"
" - and cleared the safe out. That's when DeLano attacked me - "
"WHAT!?"
"Daddy," you reprimanded softly. "I'm okay. Actually, the hired contractors on the job saved my arse - they showed up after we did with the same agenda. Gunther and Casey are gonna take the cash to a stash house, I gotta call Mr. Brooks about cleaning up."
"Did you say contractors?"
"Yeah, uh, you know, from The Agency?"
"You mean hitmen?"
"Yeah, guess you could say that. Think they're more like contract killers? Verbiage is so fickle."
"Who? Who exactly was there?"
"The Twins, Daddy. Don't worry, they're absolutely charming, only took their payment. We're gonna go for drinks, yeah?"
"Huh," he grunted, "must've been some bigwig t'send them two. Or a considerable debt." You were about to reply when he gasped in realization, "Wait, no. No, no, hang on a tick, don't bloody tell me."
"What?"
"This the lad you've got a thing for, innit? The one that sends yah flowers every other week?"
"Daddy."
"Don't tell me it's that Tangerine fucker, princess, please!"
"Oh, no, look at that, we're heading into a tunnel! I'm gonna lose the call; talk tomorrow, be safe, good luck in Prague, okay, muah! Muah! Muah! Love you! Bye, bye, bye!" You rambled quickly, blowing air kisses, then hanging up swiftly.
"The hell was that about?" Aaron chuckled. "He mad we were there?"
"Not entirely."
"Was he mad you're gettin' drinks with us?" Brian laughed from the back.
"That's a little more accurate. Well," you winced, "he was a bit testy that I'm goin' with Aaron..."
"I haven't done a damn thing to him," he grumbled.
"You do have a bit of a reputation, bruv."
You smiled sweetly, gripping Aaron's hand on your thigh, "He's my father, 'course he's gonna worry."
"'Bout time he found out, keeping you two a secret was mad frustrating, yeah? You two are disgustingly in-love."
Tangerine squeezed your thigh again, sending you a bright grin, "That we are."
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𝐄𝐝𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐍𝐲𝐠𝐦𝐚 𝐇𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐀 𝐂𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡 𝐎𝐧 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐖𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐈𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞
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• Everyone's seen how he acted around Kristen before you started frequenting the GCPD
• To most of the precinct, Edward's a fidgety, overzealous guy, with a smile border lining on creepy. He's not the best at socializing, and his lack of understanding boundaries leave him with nearly zero friends
• So when you showed up with that sharp gaze of yours, at least attempting to supply him with the answer to one of his riddles, he knew he had to have you
• As a friend, of course. What else could he possibly mean by that.
• Whether you work at the precinct with him, or just happen to show up there more than considered normal, Ed can't help but hault his day just to talk to you. And he always opens with a riddle. One that he cooked up laying in his bed at night especially for you
• "My life is measured in hours and I serve you by expiring. I'm quick when I'm thin and slow when I'm fat. The wind is my enemy. What am I?" He smiles at you over the rim of his glasses, wringing his hands expectantly
• "Hey to you too, Nygma." You don't even have to look up to know that he's smiling
• "Please. Call me Ed. Do you give up?"
• "As if. Hit me with it again, would you?"
• I'm begging you. Do some kintec type puzzles with him. You will literally win his love and affection on the spot. Even if it's just a mini rubic's cube attached to a key ring; Ed is absolutely enamored with you the moment you pull it out
• It takes him a while to fully realize that he has developed sort of a thing for you. It most likely takes the help of his alter ego to flip the switch in his brain once and for all; something he doesn't appreciate. Especially considering the lack of filter he has when it comes to Ed's romance life
• After all a few months ago, the only one he had eyes for made fun of him in her spare time. Now that he has someone who genuinely wants to know about his day? It's all over for the poor guy
• If Ed ever finds out that you talk about him to other people—in a positive light, of course—he wont stop smiling for days. It gets to a point where even Jim notices and shakes his head, glad to see that forensics scientist is looking happy
• Leaves more than just verbal riddles for you to solve. That odd shaped box that you don't remember putting in your bag? That slip of paper written in a coded message? Edwards by your side the next time you show up, asking if you were able to solve it
• Lee probably knows about his crush on this mysterious figure. She can't help but notice that Edward's a little happier than he should be while digging through a dead guys sternum for a bullet
• Definitely unleashes a soft interrogation on him, only stopping once his ears are a flaming red and he cant look her in the eyes
• When she finally meets you for the first time, she can't help but smile at you knowingly while Ed sweats bullets in the background
• "So you're Nygma's friend huh? He talks about you a lot."
• "Ed?" You draw his name out and raise an eyebrow slowly, leaning to the left to peer over Lee's shoulder quizzically
• "I've suddenly recalled, uh, a uhm, experiment that I uh. Yeah. Bye."
• "Sigh. And he didn't even give me a riddle this time."
• "Oh you two really are just perfect."
• "I have no idea what your talking about."
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one piece smau: married to marco edition
marco x male reader
-> marco is NOT that old at all, i jus feel like itd b so funny for him to b seen as old for his lack of knowledge on technology and slang terminology/phrases
-> also whitebeard having instagram is so fucking funny to me bye
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polo.[name]: mirror selfie 🪞
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marco.phx: ur new username is such a terrible pun babe
-> polo.[name]: maybe youd appreciate my grand creativity if u jus matched w me ffs
-> marco.phx: dont b a smart ass we aren't matching usernames
-> polo.[name]: ur the only man that enjoys being a smart ass dont give me attitude rn
portgasace: ohhh u guys r the type to jus take mirror selfies at the gym and then dip 🙄🙄
-> marco.phx: work on ur form and then we can talk
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-> portgasace: ?????
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marco4[name]: username change even though i already put a ring on his finger and that apparently wasnt enough??
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polo.[name]: seeeee isnt that just such a cute username <333
-> marco4[name]: ur cuter baby ;)
-> portgasace: BARF BARF BARF VOMIT VOMIT VOMIT
vivavista: awww marco does love [name] how adorable
-> marco4[name]: who said i didnt?
-> vivavista: ur username before u changed it....
-> marco4[name]: ur fw me....
chef.thatch: seeing marco being so publicly whipped for his hubby is heartwarming
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polo.[name]: holy shit this is such an old photooo
-> marco4[name]: ur talkin sbt it as if it wasnt jus three years ago...
-> polo.[name]: not seeing ur GRAYING hair is weird for me OLD MAN
-> portgasace: LMFOAOA damn gonna have to report marco for being a creepy old man for dating [name]
-> marco4[name]: u two r idiots, im only 5 years older than u [name]
-> polo.[name]: its ok i love u my beautiful old man husband
chef.thatch: aww isnt it so cutteee that they were brought tgt by boss
-> WHIT3BEARD!: if they have a kid i expect them to name it after me.
-> polo.[name]: all due respect i dont think i wuld b able to sleep well at night knowing my kids name is "edward"
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polo.[name]: step by step guide on how to bag a blonde baddie:
1. be me
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marco4[name]: whatever happened to callin me ur husband???
-> polo.[name]: ur my baddie husband marco b proud <3
-> marco4[name]: young ppl and their terminology.....
eee.izo: i wouldve never used the word baddie to describe marco...
-> polo.[name]: hes a hot mysterious stoic damaged baddie old man and hes alll miiiinnneee 😍
-> eee.izo: its so hard to tell when ur being satirical
portgasace: he a baddie he showin his pantyyyy ‼️‼️
-> polo.[name]: he shake it like jellyyy 😩
-> marco4[name]: im uncomfortable.
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marco4[name]: me n my husband ❤️
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polo.[name]: im going feral for u daddy 😻😻😻😻
-> marco4[name]: ffs
-> portgasace: count on [name] to humiliate his husband in his own comment section
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polo.[name]: why did u choose such a hot photo of u im gonna have to fight for my life in these comments now :/
-> marco4[name]: theyre all unimportant babe dw abt them
eee.izo: marcos tiddies on my tl 😩😩😩
vivavista: damnnn marco u lookin fine aslll 😘
chef.thatch: wait till u come home i got a surprise for u in the kitchen baby
-> polo.[name]: no fuckin way.
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polo.[name]: smoking kills...BUT BEING SMOKING HOT??? THATS A DIFFERENT STORY
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marco4[name]: ur unbelievable????
-> polo.[name]: i love u sm u sexy FREAK
-> marco4[name]: PLEASE STOP.
portgasace: bro cooked fr in thst caption
-> polo.[name]: yk me 🤭🤭
-> chef.thatch: what exactly did [name] cook...
-> marco4[name]: thats what im trying to figure out
eee.izo: what a truly poetic caption wowwww
-> polo.[name]: i discourage smoking for everyone. instead of smoking guys, just find urself smoking hot ppl to fill the voic. perfect example is my husband marco <3
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marco4[name]: married life is for me
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polo.[name]: AWWWWWWWWWWWW u love me
-> marco4[name]: of course i do
portgasace: VOMIITTTEDDD VOMITTTTEEDD (u guys r so cutie wootie patootie awww)
eee.izo: took him being a whore thru his twenties to realize this, how cute
-> eee.izo: im sorry making fun of marco is too funny, this was very cute
-> marco4[name]: thanks + sleep w one eye open tn
WHIT3BEARD!: like i said tht kid u adopt better b named after me.
-> marco4[name]: [name] just visibly cringed.
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my favorite view should i try climbing him guys <333
marco4[name] replied to your story: ......i know this means u love me so im just gonna say i love u too
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xetswan · 8 months
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Youngest Shadow- Meet Again
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Six | Seven | Eight |
Meeting the parents… Okay.. Yeah, I can do this. They aren’t really their parents. Also not like I just started talking to them or anything. I take a deep breath just as someone starts knocking on my door. I look to see it’s Bella standing in my doorway, I smile as she enters my room. “What’s up?” I tilt my head. “Woww, you actually dressed up.” She pokes my side, I jerk away from her, rolling my eyes. “Yeah, yeah, you too.” I compliment, going over to my mirror I just had put up with the help of Charlie. 
I just bought new jewelry for my piercings, to make them less noticeable as well. “You nervous?” She comes up behind me, I give her a look through the mirror, not even turning around to do so. “Stupid question, Bells.” I stand up straight, fixing my hair as I do so. 
“[Name], that boy’s here.” Charlie calls, my body tenses up. My smirks, “shut up.” I tell her, leaving her in my room and I go to the front door. “Bye, dad. I’ll see you later!” I shout out, I’m already out of the door, Jasper there to greet me at the bottom of the stairs. 
“Where’s Alice?” I ask, he takes my arm, leading me to his car. “We thought it would be best to have your dad think you’re just dating me so you don’t have to deal with anything awkward unless you chose to.” He explains, opening the car door for me, letting me get in then shutting it to go to the other side. He gets in quite quickly as if he was already missing my touch. 
Once on the road he puts his hand in between us, giving me the choice to take it. I’d be stupid not to, my hand meets his. I watch him smile in the corner of my eye. Now thinking about it him and Alice always need to hold or touch me in some sort of way. These past three days have been filled of them either putting an arm around my waist, a hand holding mine, one of them clinging to my arm or a hand simply on my shoulder and knee. 
The ride through the trees was beautiful, it’s something I could never get over. The peeping through of animals that stared, the animals that were just living their lives.
“We’re here.” Jasper mumbles, letting go of me but before we could even unbuckle my door opened. It was Alice there with a grin, she helped me out and shut the door. “You look beautiful.” She kisses my cheek that has already warmed up from the attention I got from Jasper. She clinged to my arm as Jasper went up to the house opening the door for us. 
Four of them stood in front of me. “[Name], how wonderful it is to see you.” A lady engulfs me into a hug, confused but still hugging her back she lets go, taking my face in her hands. “It’s been so long.” She whispers, I smile awkwardly, not knowing what she’s talking about. 
“Esme, she doesn’t remember.” Alice reminds her, Esme’s face drops as it clicks in her head. “It’s nice to see you again, [Name].” Dr. Cullen or Carlisle smiles, I nod. “It’s nice when my sister is not hurt at a hospital.” I joke, he chuckles agreeing with me. “Certainly.” I figured he probably meant the same thing as Esme about seeing me again. Realizing they have all met me before in my past life before this one. 
I glance over to Emmett and Rosalie, remembering their names from when Jessica and Angela has explained who they were to Bella. Rosalie has a soft smile upon her lips as Emmett grinned. “Were we friends..?” I questioned, they all chuckle but I wasn’t joking. “Very good ones.” Rosalie tells me and I let out a breath of relief. Her man squeezes her to his side. “Oh yeah, we’ve made quite the memories. You were a wild one.” He laughs loudly, I look back at Alice and Jasper who looked almost pissed by his words but quickly hide it once they saw my face. 
“Well, we’re going to talk to her for a little ourselves before Edward and Bella get here.” Alice excuses the three of us, I wave to them and they happily do the same back. Rosalie had an expression on her face once Bella’s name was mentioned. She seemed pained? Disgusted? I mentally shrug, most likely going to find that out later. 
“What was that about?” I ask them once we were out on a balcony. They act confused but I knew they know what I am talking about. “Your faces when Emmett said something about my past life. Why can’t anyone tell me anything?” I cross my arms. I was a little upset, I don’t understand why they refuse to tell me about myself. 
“[Name], it’s something you have to figure out and know on your own. It will come.” Alice places her hand on my shoulder. I roll my eyes. “Okay, another question.” I state, they both make eye contact with me and I continue. “Why are none of you affected by my blood? Okay I get you two but everyone else also seemed perfectly fine.” 
“Carlisle is because he’s been around and a vegetarian way longer than us.” Alice tells me, “The others is because you’re different, we haven’t figured it out but we don’t know.” Jasper frowns, I could tell they wish they knew so they could tell me. Also probably because I ask so many things. 
I hear two car doors shut and I look over to see Edward and Bella are here. They don’t notice us or at least Bella doesn’t so I turn back to the other two. 
“So, we have to warn you of something.” Alice starts and I notice Jasper has tensed up. “Jasper does well around you obviously but your sister not so much.” I nod, understanding. Jasper holds onto my arm and I look at him sympathetically. 
“We want to also give her a small welcoming gift. We have one for you but that’s later.” Alice winks, Jasper then suddenly picks me up and I gasp as they jump down from the balcony. I hide my face in his neck. He chuckles, carefully placing me back down. Alice goes around picking random wild flowers, I watch as she will turn and ask if each one is pretty enough. 
Each time we would tell her they are perfect. 
I think of all the questions building inside of my head as I lean against a tree, patiently letting Alice do her thing and drag Jasper with her. 
And the one question that seems to never go away: Why me?
Out of all of this, why me? Out of everyone, why me? Something I don’t think even they can answer. Or anyone, really. “[Name], let’s go back.” Alice happily says, showing me her flowers too. I smile, nodding, letting Jasper pick me back up and I squeeze my eyes shut as they jump over the rail. Jasper letting me down but holding my hand immediately after.
“Hi, Bella!” 
Alice bounces forward towards my sister, kissing her cheek and handing her the flowers. “I’m Alice. You do smell good!” She seemed to be teasing. “Alice.” Edward starts. “It’s alright, Bella and I are going to be great friends.” She tells the taller vampire. 
Bella extends out her hand. “And you’re Jasper, right?” He grips my hand a tiny bit tighter and I squeeze it back. “Pleasure to meet you.” He steps behind me. 
“You won’t hurt her, Jasper.” Alice gently encourages him, Edward ends up taking her hand instead. “I’ll give you a tour of the house.” 
“I’ll see you soon.” Alice speaks up, Edward shoots her a look, both Bella and I notice before her guides her further up the house. Jasper seems disappointed in himself then his eyes go to my face and I smile causing him to do the same.
 Alice slides her arm to my waist, giving me a short hug. As awkward as that whole thing was I was glad my sister found someone. The two end up leaving my side, Jasper and Alice tell me they have to talk about something.
Moments later we hear them laughing outside. “She’s brought him to life.” I overhear Esme talking. “He’s been alone too long… but how can it end well?” Carlisle responds. “Alice has been wrong before.” Esme enterjects.
“Not often.”
“How about [Name], she only remembers everything when she comes to a near death experience that in the end does end up-” 
My eyes widen, the words that come out of Esme’s mouth cause my breathing to hitch. Near death… What?
Everything looks blurry and I clench at my chest as I try to catch my breath. I hear someone yelling at me but it sounds disoriented. I hold onto whatever is closest to me and end up knocking a glass thing over, breaking it. Luckily someone walks me away from it. I look up. “Hey, hey, calm down.” It’s Alice and Rosalie holding me as I glance over to see Carlisle and Emmett picking up the glass. “I’m sorry.” I exaspperate. “You’re okay, don’t worry. I need you to breathe.” Alice holds my face in her hands almost like Esme did before but this is more comforting knowing it’s my Alice. 
She places a hand on my heart. Then Jasper gently push the two girls away and suddenly my fear went away and I can actually take a deep breath without it hurting. Alice pulls me into her arms as everything calms down. 
“I want to go home.” I sigh. “We can do that.” She assures me. “I’m sorry,” I apologize to everyone in the room. 
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hughes-hischier · 8 months
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Adore You - Mark Estapa
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Based on the song “Adore you” by Harry Styles :)
bowling date night with Mark and you can’t do anything but adore the man in front of you.
“You don’t have to say you love me, I just wanna tell you something. Lately you’ve been on my mind. Honey, I’d, I’d walk through fire for you. Just let me adore you. Like it’s the only thing I’ll ever do.”
You hear Mark come home after spending the day with the guys. Your puppy was barking like crazy while you could hear Mark saying hi to them.
He went to the lake with them while you and your friends went too but went home sooner. Mark stayed back to help everyone clean up.
Tonight was also date night. Almost every weekend was. No matter how late. It always happened no matter what.
“You ready, love?” Mark questioned walking into the room. “Almost…give me like five more minutes.” You say as you finish up washing your face. He smiles, while sitting down on the bed.
You and Mark went on dates almost every weekend. Either out to restaurants or just going to places like the bowling alley. The bowling alley was a personal favorite.
Seeing his face light up,as he smiles after making a strike. You couldn’t help but adore him. He was honestly the best boyfriend you can even remember having. He’s extremely sweet.
“All ready.” You take his hand, pressing a kiss into his fingers. While heading out the door Mark grabs his keys still not letting go of your hand.
The drive wasn’t to far. Mark mostly just talked about how we wanted to go to the beach again soon. He loves being out in the water. He sometimes reminds me of a man child. He gets so excited over the smallest things and it’s so adorable.
As we got to the bowling alley, we get our shoes and put our names into the board. Mark just put his as “stop sign” and you put yours “ts lover”. You and Mark always joked around with saying you were a puck bunny for him, even though you actually met Mark at a hockey game.
As the night continues, you and Mark were full of giggles and laughs. You loved nights like this. Practice and hockey free. Non of the team there. Just you and your favorite boy.
“LETS GO BABY!” Mark yells after making another strike. You giggle as he turns over all smiley. Mark sits down next to you and you put your head on his shoulder. “Wanna go get ice cream am after this?” He asks softly.
“Yeah, that sounds good.” You smiled. “We can finish this game up if you want, or we can go now. It’s up to you sweetheart.”
“We can go now if you want too.” You say turning to him. After you guys returned the shoes and got back to the car.
As the night went on it got pretty late. You and Mark were sitting outside of the ice cream shop. “The sky looks so pretty. All the stars…they are extremely bright.” You say while finishing your ice cream.
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yourusername i love you but maybe I love our puppy more 😁
markestapa the puppy ain’t even all that but I love you more THAN THE PUPPY. 🥲
^ edwards.73 aye don’t do my bud like that Estapa.
^ markestapa be•tray•al : the action of betraying one's country, a group, or a person; treachery. "the betrayal by the king by his daughter"
rutgermcgroarty why didn’t I get icecream.
^ luca.fantilli bro fr like??
^ mackie.samo we just ain’t cool enough man 🤧
^ markestapa why do u guys comment on all my gfs posts 😐
^ lhughes_06 bc she’s better than u?
^ markestapa bruh my own teammate.
^ edwards.73 dw bro ur still my bf
^ markestapa good 😍
^ yourusername damn. My bf js got taken 😪
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hi sorry ik my posts have been rlly bad lately I have had no motivation whatsoever and anything I come up with I don’t like and I hide in my drafts but Lunas over and when she’s over she forces her motivation on me 🥲 (not rlly she just talks about writing and than I think of something)
But anyways me and her are doing face masks rn and listening to music and it’s 4am 😍 alr bye bye ilyg
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odiesdayoff · 4 months
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Leaving For Good
pair: Edward Nashton (Dano) x fem!reader
summary: You're sick of Edward prioritizing the Riddler over you...
warnings: SMUT (18++ MINORS DNI); non/dubcon elements; sex in an elevator; unprotected p in v (wrap it before you tap it); darkish!reader; forced creampie/breeding
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There he was. Sitting slouched at his computer just as he did night after night, researching politicians or whatever he occupied his time with. Between his 9-5 at the accounting firm and his Riddler business, you were a lot less than an afterthought in his routine. Edward hadn’t touched you in weeks.
Your lack of a sex life wasn’t even the biggest problem, not really. He just stopped interacting with you altogether despite the fact that you shared an apartment and slept in the same bed each night. Well, when he didn’t fall asleep in front of his computer.
He didn’t notice when you slowly started to pack your things or the phone calls you made to landlords with available apartments for you to move into. 
You watched him from in front of the front door, suitcases sitting around you. “Eddie, I’m leaving.” He barely nodded to acknowledge your words. You cleared your throat. “Did you hear me? I’m leaving.”
He took a deep breath and leaned back in his chair, finally turning to look at you. His annoyed look turned into confusion. “Where are you going?” He fixes his posture. 
“I found a new apartment and…we’re done.” You tried to hold yourself up, not allowing the words leaving your mouth to have an effect on you. 
It took a second for him to process. He jumped up from his chair and made his way to you. “Woah, woah, woah. Where did this come from?”
You shuttered as his hand rested on your bicep. Getting laid would be the first thing you did once you left. You knew that you desperately needed it. “Now you care? When was the last time we went on a date? I feel like we’re just roommates.”
“I have a lot of more important things to worry about than your feelings.” He pinched the bridge of his nose.
You purse your lips and nodded. “Bye, Edward.” You turned to the door and opened it, pulling your suitcases with you down the hallway.
Edward chased after you, calling your name and apologizing. You did your best to ignore him and keep a steady pace toward the elevator. The doors opened and you both stepped in, him still pleading for you to talk to him.
A few floors down, he slammed his hand against the emergency stop button. “You’re not leaving. I love you and I fucked up, okay? I can’t lose you, you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, darling.” He cupped your cheek. Tears fell from his eyes, something you rarely saw happen.
You shook your head. “I’m not falling for your empty promises anymore.”
“Please, let me show you how much you mean to me.” He leaned into you and kissed your cheek, then trailed down to your neck and collarbone.
You wanted to push him off and tell him how much he hurt you after all these years you’ve been together, but you couldn’t deny the way he made you feel when he kissed you. Against your better judgment, you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him in closer. 
You could feel him smile against your skin. “Maintenance won’t be here for a while to get us out.” This building was infamous for the lazy landlords and incompetent service workers. It would be about twenty minutes for someone to arrive to help you.
One of your hands reached in front of his shirt to start unbuttoning it. He pulled your top off, his breath hitched at the sight of your breasts after all this time. For such a genius, he was really stupid for letting someone like you feel unloved.
He reached his hand under the waistband of your panties and rubbed circles on your clit. Of course, he still knew exactly how to make you melt. “Please, Edward. I need you.”
“I know, darling. You’ll have me.” His free hand went straight to his pants to free himself as fast as he possibly could. You felt a rush of cool air when you pulled your pants down, exposing yourself entirely to him. “You’re so gorgeous. I love you so much.”
He lined himself up and pushed in until he bottomed out inside of you. He whimpered at the sensation, kissing your shoulder. You missed the feeling of being so full of him. “Thank you. You feel so wonderful. My beautiful princess. Only an idiot would let you go.”
His pace was agonizingly slow, taking in the sensation of being inside of you once again. “Harder, please, Edward. Like we used to.”
Sex with Edward was intense. You loved it most when he would pound you into the mattress and tell you riddles that he knew you didn’t know the answer to and only let you come when you answered it right. He was so calm and quiet in his daily life, it was only natural that he let out his frustrations in the bedroom. You couldn’t be happier about it. 
He maneuvered you to the ground until you laid on the discarded articles of clothing. You wouldn’t even mind if you were on the disgusting elevator floor. As long as he was inside of you.
“Is this better than your livestreams?” He quickened his pace, thrusting into you like his life depended on it.
He nodded, almost out of breath. “So much better.”
“How do I know you’re telling the truth?” 
He leaned into you and kissed you deeply. “I’d do anything for you, baby. I’m about to cum. Where do you want it?”
You bit your lip, pretending to think for a moment. “Inside.”
He laughed and shook his head. “I’m not wearing a condom and we both know you’re not on birth control. Be serious.”
“You said anything, Eddie. I want you to cum inside me. Get me pregnant, yeah?” He slowed his pace and gave you a confused look.
“No. We can’t have-” You cut him off by kissing him, locking your legs around his waist and pulling him in closer. He sat on the floor and you made sure to keep him inside you while you switched positions. 
He held your hips, trying to pull you off of him as you rode him. His pleads for you to get off became staggered, turning into soft whimpers and moans. His grip on you tightened. “You know you can’t survive on your own. You’ll have to support your family.”
He couldn’t answer you. You knew exactly why when you felt his cock twitch and the feeling of warm liquid spewing inside of you, coating your walls. You still rode him through his orgasm, making sure that you got every drop that his body wanted to give you. 
You kissed him deeply and took his hand, resting it on your stomach. “You still love me, right?”
He couldn’t speak much, only giving you an exhausted nod.
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squerlly · 29 days
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flames of desire chapter 2: bad decisions -sfw/nsfw- ANGST!! Alastor x (f! bunny reader) chapter 1
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Alastors POV:
"al do you mind showing y/n to her room" "of course I would be delighted to!, come now my dear" walking down the hallway I glance behind me to see her following me, she's quite a small girl... it makes me wonder why something so small and fragile looking ended up in hell, she has a very interesting appearance a bunny rabbit?, stopping at her room I open it for her "there you are my dear, if you happen to need anything just ask Charlie or me" "do you have any clothes I could were?" "oh were are my manners, ill send niffty your way with some clothes in hand for you, will that be all?" she nods "thanks" "of course dear, now if you excuse me ill be on my way". Walking back to my radio tower I exit the hallway, when vaggie had told me we had a new guest at the hotel this was not what I was expecting, "I might have just found my new toy".
your POV:
as alastor left I turned looking around my room, it was fairly large with a big bed that looks the comfiest and a bathroom with a mirror. looking at my reflection angel was right I did look like shit, hearing a knock on the door I walk out of the bathroom, answering the door a see tiny girl "hi I'm niffty, alastor said you need clothes" she said handing me a pile of folded clothes "thanks niffty" bouncing on her toes she says "sure thing, it so nice to have a new friend" she said giggling creepily "uhh huhh... well I'm gonna uhm go.." "ok bye bye" she said before running off, closing the door I head back to the bathroom starting the hot water and taking off my raggedy old clothes, I stepped into the shower feeling the hot water cascade down my back "ahh finally..." taking the shampoo to my hair to scrub off any dirt washing my body and conditioning my hair I step out drying off. looking at the clothes niffty gave me, it was a pair of shorts with a t-shirt, putting them on they weren't the most fashionable but they were comfy and I didn't mind. niffty also gave me a black skirt with a brown sweater, probably for tomorrow. slipping under the covers of the bed I lay back looking up at the ceiling. this is really happening, I'm really in hell now. I'm a weird demon bunny thing. I guess this is what I get after what I did...
-flashback-
"father, you called for me?" I said walking into the living room were I saw my father sitting on the couch "y/n come sit I have something important to discuss with you, as you know we are tight on money and I'm starting to get to old for working so I have been talking with my good friend Edward" "Edward as in Edward Ellsworth?" "yes, he said that his son James was around your age and ready for marriage, I told him about you and they proposed an arranged marriage and I accepted" "arranged marriage!? but father-" "y/n please...hes a good man and will take care of you, just please consider it" "yes father..." "good, now get some rest".
-End of flashback-
The Ellsworth family, a pretty well off family, Edward is the head CEO of the company they run, having a beautiful wife names Emily they had two sons, James and his little brother Henry. James was a charming guy and good looking to, father and Edward grew up together and I met James a few times and he is rather nice so thinking about the marriage I'm not all that mad about it but I should have known better. James mother Emily was a gentle and kind woman, she was quite fond of me. I always had a strong love for children and being a mother was something I wanted in the future, so when Emily asked me for a grandchild I gladly accepted. It took many tries but after some time I was finally pregnant, James and I were so happy and so was the rest of the family. life was doing just fine and we even got a house together in a quiet place next to lots of wildlife, living next to a forest was peaceful. however...one day while James was at work I was doing some cleaning when I felt in excruciating pain in my stomach going into the bathroom I started bleeding everywhere. when James got home from work he went into our room looking for me until he spotted me on the floor sobbing holding our dead baby in my arms. I had had a miscarriage... when we went to the doctors to see what was the problem it turned out I was infertile, it felt as if my heart shatter into a million pieces. James was angry, I couldn't give him a child, and therefore I was a waste he started to become distant, he became more irritable and cold towards me. while I was cooking dinner I was chopping up vegetables, James had come home from work, being fed up I confronted him about his behavior and we fought, telling me how useless I was I got angry and slapped him and that's when he snapped, protecting myself I used the only thing on hand...I raised my knife and killed my own husband. Panicked I hid the body reporting him missing claiming he never came home from work and they never found out. except for his brother henry, Henry and James were close like two pieces of paper glued together close, so when he found out I killed his brother, It was over for me and he wanted revenge. Henry broke into the house With a shotgun in hand...I ran, I ran as fast I could through that damn forest, bullets flying past me left and right but, the inevitable always happens, like prey being hunted by a predator, I got shot right through the heart leading me to my death.
sorry if this feels more like an oc x alastor rather than y/n but iv wanted to turn this idea into a story for a while. I hope you all enjoyed these chapters, I'm going to take a fat nap and I hope you all have a good day/night!!!
-squerlly
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drysdaleknieslee · 3 months
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Wipe Out - Part 2
I chose to keep the name but change the contents which made this part longer so thank you all for doing the poll.
Word count: 2000+ (i hope you enjoy this)
No warnings in this but rabid Rutger and sweet and blushy Luke!
“Luke needs a pen, Lia, but he doesn’t want to use ours for whatever strange reason,” said Ethan, snickering.
“Mr. Edwards,” said the professor, who looks like he does not have the patience for four rambunctious hockey players at 9 in the morning (neither do I), “is there anything you would like to share with the class that pertains to Economics?”
“No, sir. I’ll keep it down.” “I hope you will.” He said before continuing with the lecture.
A few more minutes go by before I feel something small hit the back of my head. “You can’t aim for shit, Fridge!” I heard Tyler whisper behind me. “So much for hand-to-eye coordination.” The Professor then puts on a video for the rest of the class that ‘carries a lot of information on the material we will learn in this class.’ He’s got his feet kicked up, watching the video as if necessary.
I feel the small object again make contact between my shoulder blades. That’s it.
I whip my head around before whispering, “If you idiots throw another piece of paper at me, I will lose my mind. Luke, here’s a pencil. Next time, ask. And Rutger, you do have terrible aim.” With this, I toss Luke my only good pencil and turn around to act like I’m interested in what the video is saying.
The rest of the class ended smoothly before we were dismissed. I have a two-hour window to give me time to find where I’ll be doing ski practice. As I walk out, I catch the four hockey players in the corner of my eye. They’re nudging Luke towards me as they seem to have inner turmoil before he finally faces me.
His cheeks turned a light crimson before making their way to me. “Hey,” is all he says while scratching the back of his neck, eyes facing the ground, “sorry about class today. The guys can be… well,” as we both look behind him to see the other three snickering like a pack of hyenas.
“It’s not a problem, Luke. Next time, though, ask me for a pencil. I don’t mind.” He cheers up at this, giving me that lopsided grin again. “Oh!” he digs in his pocket and pulls out the pencil I gave him earlier. “You probably want this back. It’s a good pencil. Don’t want you to think I was stealing or anything.”
“Keep it,” I say, giving him a small smile. “I’ve got a bunch of them back at the dorm.” “Are you sure?”
“Yeah. No biggey.”
There’s a ghost of a smile on his face as he sticks the pencil back in his pocket. Then I suddenly remembered practice. “Oh, shoot, I gotta get to practice. I’ll see you tomorrow! Bye, boys!” I say before heading to the practice site.
“Bye, Lia!” I hear the boys scream in sing-song voices. Yep, this year isn’t going to be boring at all.
Fast Forward to Practice
“Alright, ladies! Welcome to the first official practice for Michigan’s Women’s Volleyball. My name is Coach Z, and this is Assistant Coach Mills.” She said, gesturing to the woman beside her.
Coach Z played volleyball for a living. She was a tall redhead with piercing grey eyes. You can tell she meant business. The more I looked at her, the more I saw the Olympic rings tattooed on her left wrist. She went to the Olympics!? She’s the real deal! Coach Mills was way more petite, maybe at 5’6, than Coach Z’s 6’2. She was a brunette with glasses and wore her hair in a messy bun. She was going to be the nice cop out of the two, I can tell.
“This year is a redemption year. Last year, we took a hard loss at championships against Penn State, and I intend on us coming back stronger and harder. Hush it, Hannah!” she said to the snickering blonde in the back. Her face reddened immediately as all eyes were on her. “I know your sister and mother. Don’t try me,” Coach Z warned.
“Now that we have formalities out of the way, I want to see if you are conditioned enough to even get to championships.” Uh oh. “First, we’ll run four laps around the gym, two sets of 30 jumping jacks, two sets of 25 burpees, and then we’ll play some actual ball.”
We all stood in shock. No one moved. Coach Mills calmly pulled out her stopwatch and said, “Laps start now. If anyone is slacking or not putting in their best effort, we’ll add another lap or high-intensity workouts. Time starts NOW!”
We all start running around the court before they drop something else on us. I have no idea how this school is ranked 12th because these two ladies will kill us before championships are even around the corner.
We make it through the drills and the exercises before playing a scrimmage game. I’m on the yellow team, which represents the away team in this case. This is to give the coaches a look into the type of team they’ll play with. I noticed right away that there’s not a lot of communication. “Hey Hannah,” I say, tapping her shoulder after the first set, “you’re a hitter, right?”
“Yeah? Why?”
“Look for me next time you approach the net. I can’t send it to you if you are too early. And Lindsay”, I say to our Libero, “You’re a little late on getting to the middle. That’s why they keep attacking there. Maggie gives her some backup, too,” I say to our middle blocker.
After forming this plan, our side started gaining momentum and earning some points. We had to dig some to save a few, but ultimately, we returned and won the last two sets. Coach Mills dismissed us to the showers before Coach Z yelled my name and someone else.
“LI! Adams! I need to see both of you for a second.”
Another girl and I walk back onto the court. ‘Adams’ stands at 6’0, brunette with blonde highlights, and looks to be a senior.
Coach Z looks both of us over for a second before speaking. “How old are you, Li?”
“17, ma’am. I graduated early,” I say, answering her silent question to go along with her bewildered expression. “Jesus! Ok, Adams, here is our senior in command and our captain. Sorry, I didn’t introduce her to you all. I like seeing everyone act a fool before nearly shitting their pants because the captains have been there the whole time,” She said, snickering. Coach Mills rolls her eyes at this.
“I tell her every year to stop, but to no avail.”
“Anyway, Adams, do you think I would be a good addition to our captain roster for next year?”
Huh? I’m going deaf or forgetting English.
“I don’t see a problem with that. She brought her side back in the last two sets. She’s got a high volleyball IQ.”
I’m forgetting English. Are they talking about me? This is only my first day. Maybe if I try to translate in my head-
“Li!”
“Yes! Sorry, say that again?”
“We want you to be our second captain.”
“Uhm, this is a tremendous honor. I mean, I just got here-“
“Li, I have seen intense competition where you fall back and can’t make up those points. I sat here and watched you form a plan in 2 minutes or less and won a scrimmage game. You read your players and the court like no other. I don’t play with things like this.”
Do it. You know you can do it. Don’t second guess. You can’t fail something you never tried. This woman has seen an Olympic court. Do it.
“It would be my honor to be this team’s second captain.”
Fast Forward
The walk to my next afternoon class is exhausting. I’m going to feel this more in the morning. I stay awake during Bio and Humanities and barely pass college algebra. I walk out of the class and glance at my watch. 3:30 is what it reads. I have plenty of time to go to the library or crash in my dorm.
“Hey Lia,” I hear to my left, and I pray that it’s no one whose name starts with an E or an R. I glance, and I see that mop of curls. Luke. Suddenly, I had all the energy in the world and had to tell myself to calm down mentally.
“Hey Luke, where are you headed to?” Does that sound clingy? I hope not.
“Headed to practice at Yost. What about you?”
“Deciding on heading to the dorm or the library. I had practice this morning.” “How did that go?” he asked as we slowly walked towards Yost.
“Coach asked me to be the second captain. And I said yes.” “No way already! You must be perfect to be on Coach Z’s radar. Everyone here is afraid of her. But I’m happy for you. Captain.”
“Don’t call me that!” I say before playfully hitting his arm and him acting like I shot him.
“Well, I’m happy for you. Really.”
As we walked, I could tell he wanted to ask me something. He alternated between messing with his hair and shoving his hands in his pockets.
“Is there something you need to ask me, Luke?” I broke the silence slightly, startling him.
“Oh! I just wanted to know if you're not tired or busy and want to see us practice. You can study there, and I’ll walk you back like last time.” He rattled off in one breath.
He wants you to see how he plays. He WANTS you there.
“Sure, Luke. I’d like that.”
He gives me that lopsided grin that I like as we finally reach Yost arena. Almost all the guys and a couple of new ones are there.
“LIA!” screamed Rutger as he ran at me at full speed. Thankfully, another boy grabbed his hood before getting too far and nearly choking him. “Will you stop it? You don’t have to act rabid.”
“Dammit, Mark, you almost killed me!”
“If that’ll calm you down, then sure. Why do you think your name is Fridge.”
A blonde then takes up my vision with beautiful teeth. That’s weird. Stop that.
“Excuse the idiots that go by Rutger and Mark. I’m Luca.” Why are all these boys so big? And why are some borderline insane or borderline gentlemen?
“Luke wouldn’t have let him get far- OWW!!” screamed Ethan as Luke elbowed him hard in the ribs before muttering a ‘shut the fuck up!’
“Guys, come up before coach tears us a new one!”
“Coming, Adam dear,” said Rutger. This boy is going to be the death of me.
“Hey, I’ll see you in the stands, ok? Wait till I’m out of the showers, and I can walk you home,” said Luke, whispering. I confirmed him with an Okay before heading to the general stands.
I opt for more seats in the middle to give myself some quiet time before the guys come out. “Is this seat taken?”
I look up, and a blonde girl points to the seat to my right. “Oh no, it’s not. Have at it.”
“I’m Kayleigh, by the way. And you?” “Lia. Nice to meet you.” “Likewise. You here watching someone in particular?” “Um, not really. Luke invited me. I may watch some, but I’m mainly here for homework.” “I’m here for Rutger. Girlfriend has to support boyfriend.” I can’t control my facial expressions because she laughs at me. Rutger. Loud, rabid, and oddly lovable Rutger. HAS A GIRLFRIEND?? I mean, he is good, I can’t deny, but the boy acts like he runs on Red Bull.
“Judging by your face your surprised. He’s a sweetheart, trust me. He is hyper, though.” She says, giggling. Hyper doesn’t even explain the specimen named Rutger.
Just then, the boys come out and start doing drills. Kayleigh informed me that Luke was number 43, which I mentally noted. They all stop after drills to discuss drills with the coach before starting what I assume is the equivalent of a scrimmage.
“Hey, you want to move closer to the glass. You’ll see the ice a lot better that way?” Asked Kayleigh. I reluctantly agreed as we moved behind the glass behind the benches.
Seeing everything up close puts into perspective the difference between our two sports. It’s very high contact, and I cringe whenever someone contacts someone. Amidst all this, I see how passionate Luke is about his sport, just like I’m passionate about mine. His demeanor completely changes when he gets in his defensive position. During the play, he sees me, and I make a small wave and see his mood change again.
It's hard to see through the cage, but I see that lopsided grin again before Luca comes and makes a hit on him.
“Oh my God! Is he ok?!”
“He’s probably fine, but that did look bad.”
“EYES UP HUGHES!” yelled the coach from the ice.
He was slow in getting up, but overall, he looked fine. I could see his neck glowing red above his jersey's neck. I hope I didn’t embarrass him.
The rest of their practice went smoothly. I completed a good amount of my homework and could relax for what felt like the first time today. Kayleigh and I got to know each other better, and she helped me understand some of the hockey terminology and the game's overall play.
At the end of their practice, I did like Luke said and waited for him by the locker room when he finished his shower. I then realized I didn’t give Luke any contact information. Not even socials. How would I bring that up to him? “Hey Lia! I’m done now, so let’s get you home,” said Luke, freshly showered from the locker room. His curls were still a little wet, but thankfully, it was a bit humid outside, so maybe he wouldn’t get a cold.
“Hey, Luke. Sorry about you getting hit. I didn’t mean to distract you,” I said, avoiding eye contact because I felt terrible.
“Hey, it’s alright, please don’t feel bad. The guys just chirped me a little, but that’s all. I like it when you distract me.” I look at him, and I see that he means it. He didn’t hesitate to rephrase it, either.
“Well, I’m glad you're okay,” I said as we left the arena. We bid goodbye to the last of the guys and made our trek back to our dorms. The sky is a mixture of red and pink, signaling evening has come upon us. The breeze picked up a bit; Luke noticed this and gave him his Michigan hockey jacket. “Take this as a repayment for the pencil during class today.”
Luke would never admit it, but he loved seeing his jacket on her. It fueled the underlying feelings for each other, but it was too early for either to announce it.
The rest of the walk is silent but peaceful. Just like the day before when he walked her home. They were enjoying each other’s company. As they approach the dorm rooms, both take a chance to make the first move in their friendship.
“We have a few home games coming up. If you’d like, I can put in a good word and get you good seats in the student section,” said Luke, scratching the back of his neck.
“I think I can do the same for my games. Since I’m captain, I’ll try to convince Coach Z.” He chuckled at this.
“And if you ever need a place to study, you can always come to the arena, and I can walk you home only if you want to! Or we can meet in the library-“ “I’d like that. All of that.”
There’s that lopsided grin again.
We reached the dorm rooms quicker than expected, which was my chance to make the first move.
“Is it ok if I get your number or socials before you go? So that we can talk more outside of class and coordinate schedules?”
“Oh yeah, sure. May I?” I hand him my phone, and he types in his number and pulls up his Instagram so I can follow him.
“Thanks. For pretty much everything.” “Like what?”
“Orientation day, class, your practice, and just being helpful as I settle here. It’s comforting.”
His face turns red at my words as he scratches his neck and tries not to show a smile.
“Well, goodnight Luke. See you tomorrow,” I say, giving him a small smile before heading inside.
“Good night, Lia.”
I had a hard time sleeping that night thinking about today's events. It was a fantastic day. I hear my phone buzz beside me. I look at the glaring screen to see that Luke followed me back. He also sent me a message.
Lhughes_06: here’s our schedule in case you want to see us play
Lia.li.23: thanks, here’s ours too (picture attachment)
Lhughes_06: thanks! I’m glad you stayed for the whole practice. Luca didn’t hit me too hard. I’m too harsh for that.
Lia.li.23: haha sure! Get some sleep. We have a practice tomorrow, too, so if you have time between classes, drop by 
Lhughes_06: for sure. Good night Lia
Lia.li.23: good night, Linguine
Lhughes_06: Luca saw that, and now I won’t live it down.
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I will never confess my sins
Yandere Edward Cullen x Male reader
Warning - mentions of blood.
Request - How about the same plot as the Twilight, just switch Bella out for the Male reader? The reader does end up falling for Edward but he still kills anyone who touches you, or even looks at you.
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When Edward first saw you talking to your friends, he couldn't take his eyes off you. He had to get to know you somehow, you smile at your friends and he starts to feel jealous. You go to class but you didn't notice he followed you, he heard the professor call your name. He walks away and he doesn't forget your name. He quickly developed strong feelings towards you.
After school, you start to walk home. But you don't notice that Edward is following you home. You are by your window and he is still watching you. Edward will do anything for you to be his lover and he won't take no for answer.
-The next night, you are sleeping in your bedroom. Edward breaks into your house, he opened the window and slowly got inside. Edward watches you sleep and he is standing very close to your bed. Now, Edward starts to look around your bedroom. Quickly he starts to notice what you like and he doesn't make noise. You are still sleeping and he watches you again.
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At school, Edward would stalk you and see who are your friends. And you still don't notice that he is stalking you.
The school hallways are empty and Edward went to your locker. He broke the locker and he starts to look at what is inside your locker. He closed the locker and walked away.
Days later... You noticed Edward is in every class you have. Edward made the first move and introduced himself to you. He asked you to join him for lunch, you said yes and he smiled.
You start to spend more time with Edward in school and outside of school. Edward already fell in love with you and he can't stop smiling around you. You did develop a crush on him.
Days later, he asked you to be his boyfriend and you said yes. Everyone in school knows that you are dating Edward.
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Edward sees you in the hallway, you hugged your friend. But Edward didn't like that and he glared at your friend. Edward walks towards you and you gave him a peck on the lips. He put his arm around you and he is still glaring at your friend.
“Ready to go babe?” Edward asked.
“Yeah, I'm ready,” You said.
You said bye to your friend, you and Edward are going to the mall to spend time together. First, he buys you lunch and he questions about your friend. Then you and Edward go watch a movie.
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Edward took you home and the date went well. Edward didn't go home instead, he drove to your friend's house. He sits in his car for hours, he waited until all the lights are turned off.
He gets out of the car, walks into the backyard, and picklock the door. Quietly he goes up the stairs and he found your friend’s bedroom.
“What the hell!?” He yelled.
Edward wrapped his hand around the guy’s neck.
“I don't like you spending with y/n,” Edward said.
“Let go of me, you freak!” he said.
“I don't like being called a freak” Edward glared.
Edward snapped his neck and he stares at the body. He doesn't feel bad, he is glad that he won't be around you anymore. Edward left and goes straight home.
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Edward surprised you with a date. You are happy to spend time with him alone. Edward took you to the Carnival, and you and Edward start to get competitive with the games.
“I never won at these games before until now,” You said.
“Well, I'm glad that you are having fun. What prize are you going to pick?” Edward said.
“I don't know, guess I will pick the shark plush” You smiled.
Later, you and Edward got snacks. Now, you and Edward got on the ferries wheel and he put his arm around you. Then Edward kissed you on the lips and you start to kiss him back.
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Edward saw you hug another guy and it was a friendly hug. But Edward didn't think it was a friendly hug and he got angry and jealous. After school, before going home Edward wanted to speak with you.
“Y/n, I don't want you to hug other guys,” Edward said.
“Are you talking about me hugging, Jacob?” You asked.
“Yes! I don't want you to hug Jacob!” Edward yelled.
You haven't spoken to Edward for days, but he has been stalking you. He knows your schedule and he starts to get angrier because you ignore his calls and texts. Now, he wants to teach you a lesson.
✬ ✯ ✬ ✫
You stayed after school for extra credit. While walking across towards the exit, you hear someone in pain from the locker room. You got curious and went inside the locker room, you see Edward biting someone's neck, and there is blood everywhere. He saw you, he dropped the body to the ground and there is a lot of blood on him. Now he has you against the locker and you are feeling terrified.
“Don’t hurt me” You said.
He grabbed your jaw and you can't look away from his eyes.
“I won't hurt you, Y/n. I love you so much and I will never let you go. No matter where you go, I will be there. I know Everything about you and you will be with me forever” Edward said.
He lets go of your jaw and your heart starts to beat faster.
“What are you?” You asked.
“Y/n, I'm a vampire. I didn't want you to find out like this but it happens. I just didn't like him always making you laugh or trying to touch you, I had to teach him a lesson” Edward said.
“You didn't have to kill him!” You yelled.
“Don’t make me angry again, Y/n. I will kill anyone and I don't care who it is!” Edward yelled.
You tried to get away but he grabbed your arm hard.
“Edward let go,” You said.
“Y/n, as I said earlier I will never let you go. You will always be my boyfriend and I won't let anyone get between us” Edward said.
He let go of your arm and you walked away. Your heart is still racing and you start to breathe hard and Edward wiped the blood off his mouth.
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peanut taking her first steps towards mama and the boys 🥹 everyone’s so happy & boys are jokingly like “okay time to learn how to skate”
baby steps - peanut's world! au
"c'mere, peanut," luke clapped his hands to get his niece's attention.
at ten months old, p was blabbing mostly incoherent words and had wrapped everyone she knew around her little fingers.
"uh-lu-lu," peanut clapped her hands, grinning in luke's direction.
"yeah, it's uncle luke!" he laughed, urging his niece forward.
"i'm the favourite," jack argued, absentmindedly playing with one of peanut's toys that were strewn across the floor. "she said my name first!"
"she said ja-ja, but okay," quinn rolled his eyes.
jack and quinn were both in michigan for bye-week, while luke was also home today. the three boys immediately decided to visit their oldest sister and niece, spending the day with the two of them.
"she said uncle jack in her heart," jack said dramatically to his brothers.
"stop talking," quinn pushed jack's face away.
"rude!"
mama laughed, shaking her head fondly as the two boys bickered. luke took his attention off his niece, turning his head towards his brothers to get mad at them.
peanut, upset that her uncle was no longer looking at her, clapped her hands.
"lu-lu!"
luke didn't hear her, making a face at his brothers, "why are you guys so annoying? we were all so much happier when you guys were gone."
"lu-lu!" peanut shrieked, causing all four hughes siblings to turn towards the baby.
slowly, peanut began to raise her legs, taking her first steps towards luke.
"oh my god!" jack slapped quinn's chest, shooting to his feet. he urged peanut ahead, "c'mon baby. just like that. let's go!"
quinn was too excited about peanut's first steps to care about jack hitting him, as he also urged peanut forward, "hi p! right here. come on!"
"oh my baby," mama muttered, her hands covering her mouth as she tried not to cry.
in the midst of all the emotions, mama somehow remembered to pull out her phone and take a video for peanut's dad. he'd be upset that he missed p's first steps, but at least he'd have a video.
peanut giggled at her uncles responses, making the short journey to her uncle luke.
"hi!" luke grinned as she collapsed in his waiting arms.
the four of them surrounded baby peanut - tears mixed with laughter, praises mixed with stupid jokes.
"well," jack grinned as he took peanut into his arms. "i guess it's time to learn how to skate."
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James and his beloved ballroom dancing teacher
a rewrite of this post/ficlet from 2021 :] and a partner to this art piece i posted yesterday.
wordcount: 8.9k words relationships: romantic 4x5, implied background 2x3. characters: ALL HUMANISED James, Gordon, Thomas, Edward, Henry, Percy, Flying Scotsman, Topham Hatt (who have talking rolls, everyone else is implied to be there or potentially name-dropped) tags/warnings: brief mention of alcohol, kissing, anxiety/spiralling thoughts. Can't think of anything else.
Kind of hurt/comfort but mostly just emotional fluff. A slowburn oneshot, if you will.
Full fic under the cut ^-^
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The anniversary of Sir Topham Hatt taking over from his father, (also Sir Topham Hatt) is a scant few months away. James won’t lie he’s been eyeing up the calendar – he’s been sensing a good opportunity – so he’s spent the past week or two voicing his …wonderings as to whether the Fat Controller will throw some sort of event, surely he should, he’s earnt one by now.
Thomas finally looks up, and eyes James over their mediocre breakroom cups of tea.
“You just want an excuse to dress up, don’t you?” he drawls, even as he idly stirs his tea, the spoon clinking against the cup.
James sticks his nose in the air even as he flushes just a little.
“And what if I do?” he huffs. “I have a lovely dress-coat that I ordered all the way from Manchester, and I haven’t even had a chance to wear it yet! A ball would be perfect! When was the last time we ever had a ball?”
Thomas stares into his tea.
“I don’t think we’ve ever had a ball,” he says, then he frowns. “Well, maybe when the queen came. But, y’know. That was the queen.”
“I’m just saying, we should have one,” James says, waving his hands. “I mean, even besides all that, surely Sir Topham Hatt deserves one. It’s been a long haul.”
Thomas rolls his eyes, but he does nod.
“You have a point,” he says. “You could ask him. Or are you hoping the gossip will reach him first?”
James laughs. “You know me too well,” he says. “Oop, it’s 1:40, my next train’s in five minutes. See you later, puffball!”
“Bye, bootlace,” Thomas calls back as James rises from his seat and hurries away.
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It seems James’ plan has worked. Within the week, murmurs are already spreading about a ball. Hatt even sends out a letter of interest, to which actually most everyone replies with enthusiasm.
“Sir, would you let us go to the mainland to get appropriate formalwear?” James asks, eventually, when their paths cross at Knapford. “It would be a shame if we couldn’t dress to impress – the opportunity for such things comes so rarely. It’d be a real treat.”
Topham eyes him knowingly, but laughs and tugs at the lapels of his coat as he thinks.
“I have to admit, you raise a good point, James,” he nods. “I can’t let you all go at once, but… Hm. Perhaps I will organise some sort of schedule within the coming month.”
James beams. “Oh, thank you sir!”
“Before you get too excited,” Hatt smiles wryly, “Go take your next train.”
The clock overhead in the station chimes 10am. James flinches, before he nods at Hatt and hurries away.
It’s fine. He counts this as a win.
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After work today, James ends up walking home with Edward. Not that they do this often, but, well, they only live a couple flats down from each other anyway. And besides! James has a favour he needs to ask as unnaturally as possible.
“Ugh,” he starts. “The ball coming up, I’m so nervous.”
“Nervous?” Edward repeats. “That’s hardly like you, James.”
“But I don’t know how to dance,” James complains, shooting Edward a kind of look.
Edward shakes his head, frowning in fond confusion.
“Now that’s a lie,” he says. “I’ve seen you tap, James.”
“But that’s not ballroom dancing,” James stresses. “I don’t know how to- say, to waltz. I can’t show up to a real, fancy ball not knowing how to waltz.”
And Edward lets out a little snort now that he’s catching on, his smile slowly growing and his eyebrow slowly raising.
“Not like you,” James finally lays down his honey trap. “I remember seeing you dance, once, Edward, you were wonderful.”
“And you want me to teach you.”
James clasps his hands, grinning. “Yes!” he exclaims.
“No,” says Edward.
“Ah! Why not?!”
Edward laughs, and keeps walking even as James stops, putting his hands on his hips dramatically as he pouts at the back of Edward’s head.
“I need you!” James calls. “Edward, it’s my time of need!”
“Uh huh,” Edward says, not looking back and not stopping.
Eventually, James is forced to rush to catch up, and he quickly manages to fall back in step with Edward.
“But I need a teacher,” he pleads again. “Edward, I don’t want to make a fool of myself!"
"You could have fooled me,” Edward laughs, before he rolls his eyes and shakes his head. “Look, if you really want a good teacher, why don’t you ask Gordon? He taught me everything I know.”
James stops dead again – but this time, he has a much more different, far more flustered expression on his face. Edward stops this time, too, a few paces ahead of James, and looks back at him with a knowing smile.
“Do ask nicely though, hm?” he tacks on. “You wouldn’t want Gordon to turn you down, would you?”
James’ flush only deepens.
“Sod off,” he finally says.
“Mm, this is my house,” Edward replies, smiling, and James realises he has in fact walked Edward all the way home – past his own place, too. “I think it’s you who may have to sod off.”
James flushes redder.
Edward laughs at him, in that fond knowing way of his that’s almost more infuriating than anything else, and waves goodbye as he heads up the path to his flat.
James balls his fists, before he lets out a hissing breath between his teeth, and walks himself home while he definitely, totally, does not stew over ask Gordon.
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On Tuesdays, he has a small overlap with Gordon at Knapford at 10am.
So James is already loitering on the station platform as Gordon hops down from his engine, and Gordon spots him leaning on one of the pillars, attempting to look as casual as possible.
“Oh!” he says. “Hello there, little James.”
James hopefully manages to control his expression. He hasn’t decided if he is annoyed by the ‘little’ or if it’s grown on him, because Gordon has managed to make it sound …endearing, nowadays. Though James is, uh, may be imagining that bit. Probably.
“Hi,” he replies.
“…Were you waiting for me?” Gordon asks, and he draws in closer, pausing a good metre away and putting one hand in his pocket, resting his weight over one hip, and it’s not fair, because he looks so good and he cuts such an imposing figure in his work uniform that James has to focus to get through his sentence.
“Yes, actually,” James says, straightening up from where he was leaning against the station pillar. “A little bluebird told me you can dance.”
To James’ surprise, Gordon actually… stiffens a little. James watches his expression close up just a fraction, almost imperceptibly so if James didn’t happen to know the minutia of Gordon’s facial expressions well by this point.
“…What of it?” Gordon asks, folding his arms. He sounds somewhat… miffed.
James clasps his hands behind his back and smiles as brightly as he can.
“Teach me.”
“No.”
James pouts. “Please?”
“No.” Gordon repeats, more out of instinct, before he sighs, and looks down dolefully at James. “…Are you going to drop this, at all?”
“No,” James says sweetly. “Teach me?”
Really, James hopes Gordon will say yes without too much hounding. H-he does like the idea of learning off of Gordon. Whether Gordon denies it to not, he does carry himself in his day-to-day life with the grace of poise of a dancer. Now Edward’s mentioned it, James isn’t sure how he hasn’t noticed sooner.
A-and, well, really, he trusts Gordon. Gordon will make fun of him to his face, but he probably wouldn’t tattle on James’ potential two left feet to everyone else. And James doesn’t really want to… broadcast that he’s having to learn these things. Or something. He doesn’t know, it’s probably all a bit silly anyway.
Gordon tips his head back for a moment, and sighs heavily.
“Okay,” he says.
“Now, I know that you don’t-!” James cuts himself off. “Oh. Um. Thank you.”
“We’ll talk about this later,” Gordon says. “Catch up with me after work, if you’re serious.”
“I’m dead serious!” James clasps his hands. “I am.”
“Well then,” Gordon says, as he nods at James before walking past him, to go get some morning tea or something, probably. “That’s that, then.”
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Gordon catches him after work, his expression somewhat intense as he grabs James’ arm and his attention. James pauses, looking up at him.
“Oh,” he says, “yes?”
“Tonight,” Gordon says, voice low, not far off murmuring into James’ ear. “Are you willing to start tonight?”
James lights up. “Yes!” he says, though he does his best to mirror Gordon’s hushed tone. “Where? When?”
Gordon snorts, amused, and pats his left trouser pocket knowingly.
“Hatt gave me a key to the ballroom they’ll be using,” he says conspiratorially. “We will practice there.”
James smiles, bouncing on the balls of his feet in excitement.
“…And, I was thinking after dark,” Gordon says softly. “…Just to, shall we say, preserve our dignity.”
James flushes a little, despite himself.
“What,” he says, “you think I’m going to be that bad?”
Gordon laughs, and lets James’ arm go. He also doesn’t answer the question.
“How’s 11?” he asks instead.
“…pm?”
“Yes.”
“…Gordon.”
“…10?”
James closes his eyes for a moment. Well, if Gordon is really that embarrassed to be found with him, then fine.
“We can do 11,” he says tiredly. “You’re the one with the earlier trains, anyway.”
Gordon snorts, and nods. He gives James the address.
“Do you have dancing shoes?” he asks, as James begins to walk away.
“I got some recently,” James says, waving his hand. “I only had tap shoes before, and I didn’t think that’d quite work out.”
Gordon laughs again, before he nods at James, seemingly satisfied.
“See you later,” he says, finally raising his voice back to his normal speaking register, before he turns on his heel and strides away.
James takes a moment to massage his temple. That was weird. That was weird, right? He’s not going nuts?
“…That was weird,” comments Thomas from across the room. “What on earth were you talking about?”
“Ah!” James practically jumps out of his skin, and jolts around, glaring at his coworker. “How long have you been there?!”
“Not that long,” Thomas says, as he pulls on his coat. “But long enough to see that was kind of weird. What did he want?”
“He’s doing a favour for me,” James says, before he shakes his head and starts to walk. Thomas falls into pace beside him, head tilting in curiosity, waiting for an explanation. “…Privately.”
“Ooh,” Thomas teases. “You finally told him?”
“What?!” James goes red despite himself, and gives Thomas a shove. “You’re delusional. There’s nothing to tell. Shut up.”
“Uh huh.”
“Shut up!”
James speeds up, hoping it’ll make Thomas leave him alone. It notably does not. In fact, Thomas tails him the entire way back to his flat, asking leading questions the whole while, and James has to slam the bloody door closed in the prat’s face until Thomas finally leaves him alone. And James can hear Thomas’ laughter through the door as he walks away.
James takes the moment to let his back thump against the door and to cover his face, screaming into his hands a little bit, just for fun. This is… James needs a lie down, or something.
He also needs to find his dancing shoes before tonight.
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James trudges up to the hall, his bag with his shoes in it thrown over his shoulder, his coat thrown over top plain, casual clothes he doesn’t usually let people see him wear – he likes to be well presented at all times, but tonight he also needs to be comfortable enough to dance.
He’s so nervous. What if he can’t get it? What if Gordon gives up on him? What if this ruins their friendship? The building is dark, did James get the right time? The right place? He feels ill. Why couldn’t Edward have just said yes? If it turns out Gordon has stood him up, James is blaming Edward.
James tries the door handle. It’s …unlocked. He lets out a sigh of relief and slips inside.
…Wow. This room is huge. And that may be a stupid thing to say, considering it’s a ballroom, but James pauses, wide-eyed, by the door as he takes in the space. He didn’t even know the NWR had one of these.
And down the other end, Gordon is already there and waiting, though he’s lit a few candles, filling his end of the hall with a thin, watery yellow light, and he’s setting up… a tape deck?
“You still use cassettes?” James calls, and Gordon looks up at him. James hitches his bag up over his shoulder again as he crosses the room. “Way to join the modern world, Gordon.”
“What, would you have rather I brought a record player?” Gordon replies, as he inserts a cassette. “Besides, these are the tapes I learnt off. Figured it was a good place to start.”
James has to sit on the floor to swap his shoes over. Looking up at Gordon, who is still poking at the tape deck, James… drinks him in, a little. Gordon’s down to just his white button-up shirt, and he’s undone his tie and top two buttons, not to mention he’s rolled up his sleeves. James does his best not to stare at Gordon’s forearms. Gordon lets the tape start playing, and a waltz James doesn’t know the name of fills the air.
“Are you ready?”
James jumps, and shakes his head to clear it, and finishes lacing up his shoes. He rises to his feet, shedding his coat, and he puts his things to the side as Gordon watches him.
“…I don’t think I’ve never seen you in a just a t-shirt before,” Gordon comments, as James hurries back to stand in front of him.
And James looks down at himself, flushes, and wonders briefly if he should put his coat back on. It’s a long-sleeve t-shirt (red, of course), because he’s not about to let Gordon inspect his scars. It does have a lower neckline, showing the hints of some, though, and it leaves the scars on the back of his hands visible.
Gordon… doesn’t comment on any of that, though his eyes graze over them briefly.
“Feel honoured,” James jokes instead, shivering despite himself. “I don’t usually dress down.”
To his relief, Gordon laughs, and holds out his right hand to James.
“Then I do feel honoured indeed,” he says. “Now, lets begin before it gets any later, hm?”
James puts his left hand in Gordon’s, before he tries to play it cool as Gordon puts his other hand on James’ back. …Um, huh. His hands are big. And warm. James focusses on looking Gordon in the eye instead of reacting to the feeling of Gordon’s hands on him.
“Put your hand on my shoulder,” says Gordon. “And don’t lean your arm on mine. You should be poised.”
James blinks, but nods, words escaping him, and he strikes the pose he thinks he’s supposed to – he can copy what he’s seen on Strictly Come Dancing at least this much.
“Good,” Gordon says. “Now, we’ll start with the waltz.”
James… James actually gets his head around it far quicker than he expected, which he is thoroughly relieved by. He does have his eyes glued to their feet, and he sometimes steps backwards when he shouldn’t, but, successfully, he hasn’t stood on Gordon’s toes yet.
Gordon spends the night teaching James a basic going-in-a-little-circle thing.
“I do expect you to memorise all the steps,” Gordon does say eventually. “But it will be less important for you, seeing as you’ll be following a lead anyway. As long as you can be reactive, read what is coming next, and follow it, then you should be fine.”
James’ arms feel heavy, his feet feel sore. It’s been a good long while since he’s had a dancing lesson of any sort. The muscles in his legs are reminding him of that fact so courteously.
…Gordon smiles at him anyway, though.
“Well done,” he says, and James blinks in surprise at the compliment. “It’s not often anyone picks it up that fast.”
“Was I quicker than Edward?” James asks, half-teasing as he steps back, taking his hands off Gordon and stretching a little.
Gordon laughs, his head tipping back, and it rings around the empty room. James finds himself smiling in response to the sound, he’s always liked Gordon’s laugh.
“Yes, James,” Gordon says. “You were indeed. Now, it’s… late. We should finish.”
James swaps his shoes back over and pulls on his coat, and Gordon blows out the candles and turns off the tape deck, though he leaves it where it is. And he swaps his shoes out, too, and turns to an already waiting James.
“I’ll walk you home?” James offers.
“…If you insist,” Gordon says, and he gives James a little smile that almost looks a little fond, if James dares to believe as such.
They walk quietly, not wanting to wake anyone, and James pauses as Gordon stops by James’ front gate.
“You don’t need to double back,” Gordon says. “I can manage the rest on my own, I think.”
“Oh,” James says. “…Of course. Thank you, by the way. I didn’t expect you to go quite this late.”
“You were doing well,” Gordon shrugs. “I didn’t want to…” he gestures vaguely with one hand, “…interrupt the flow of progress.”
James shifts on his feet. “When will we do this again?” he asks.
“Tomorrow?” Gordon offers, before he blinks at himself even as James looks up at him. “I-if you like.”
“Okay,” James agrees before he considers whether he should. “That’d be splendid.”
“Done.” Gordon says, before his lips quirk into a wry, lopsided smile, and he tacks on, “Sleep well, James.”
James nods, and hurries down the path to his front door without another word. It’s once he’s unlocking the door that he realises Gordon’s waiting for him to go inside before he leaves. So James waves goodbye, closes the door behind him, and watches through the peephole for a moment to see Gordon walk away.
His heart is racing. James hangs up his coat by the door, presses the flats of his palms to his cheeks to check whether they’re as hot as they feel before he stumbles his way to bed.
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Time passes. At first, it was rough, returning to the habit of dancing every day, but a month has passed, and there’s only one month more until the ball, and James and Gordon have been meeting to practice by candlelight every night. James is even used to the adjustment of sleeping schedule now.
Is it silly that James really likes the candlelight aspect? It’s… romantic, if he may be so bold. Though on the other hand, it feels almost mean to take up so much of Gordon’s time like this. Yes, James asked, and asked again when Gordon said no, but Gordon is giving him far much more time than James had ever considered he’d be willing to give.
Which is very nice of him. But… James just didn’t expect it, he supposes.
Over those four weeks, Gordon has gone from bossing him through the steps and correcting his form, to… quietly complimenting him when James pulls off a nice piece of footwork. And there’s been more and more compliments than before, even though Gordon has gotten quieter. That’s the only way James can put it. Gordon’s been talking less and watching more – he must actually be quite quiet if you just leave Gordon be. And… Gordon has just been looking. At James. Sometimes, he seems distracted doing so.
And James can’t help but admit he’s guilty in return. James didn’t realise how dark Gordon’s eyes are, how warm and rich a brown they are – not until they’re looking down at him, glinting in the candle light.
It’s as James waves Gordon goodbye one night more, Gordon standing with his hands in his pockets under the streetlight, and Gordon smiles and nods and waits for James to close the door, that it all hits him.
James closes the door so Gordon can’t see his face as he flushes dark, and he puts his hands flat on the door and leans there, bracing himself as he flushes hot and flushes cold, and-
Cinders. Cinders and ashes. James has a crush on Gordon.
Like, okay, fine. Fine! James has ‘had a crush on Gordon’ for a while. He thinks the guy is big and proud and strong and pretty and handsome and all those good things, but James had actually always considered that fairly superficial. Maybe even bordering on jealousy, if he really wanted to try analysing himself. And that was the biggest reason why he never wanted to tell anyone, and why the idea of telling Gordon felt so mortifying. Because… what if it wasn’t real?
But now? This time? This is… this is a real, actual crush. James turns so he can put his back to the door, flopping there as he feels a little lightheaded, standing in the dark of the entrance hall of his home. He hardly knows what to do with himself like this.
A-at the very least, they’re good dance partners. It feels pretty natural, actually. James is surprised how natural it feels. They dance best when they aren’t bickering – and… Gordon and him haven’t bickered for a while.
James shivers, and marches himself into the kitchen to go drink a glass of water and then throw a glass of water in his face. He’s being melodramatic. Despite that, he almost feels like he’s coming down with something, now the realisation’s hit him.
It’s moments like this where James is glad he lives alone. No one to see him like this, no one to make fun of him. No one to ask weaselly little questions that make him feel more confused.
He shakes his head, grips the sink as he takes a big breath in and a big breath out, before he whisks himself off to bed. Maybe he’ll sleep it off.
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Nope. Three weeks until the ball and James has to acknowledge that he is, in fact, in love with Gordon. He has to grapple with this night after night as Gordon’s hands are on him and he gets to rest his hands on Gordon, and he can spend the whole time studying Gordon’s face instead of having to look at his feet, because Gordon has gotten him good enough that James doesn’t need to watch his feet anymore. And Gordon’s even taught him multiple dances at this point, though James is still learning the tango. The foxtrot and the quickstep were easy enough. And sillily enough, he didn’t consider Gordon to be a man who knew how to tango.
The candlelight catches Gordon’s eye again, as they turn a corner, and it makes James’ breath hitch a little, before he swallows the rising guilt in his throat, and opens his mouth.
“If, uh,” he starts slowly, following Gordon’s lead as they do the fancier turn Gordon taught him, “if you ever want to learn how to tap, for any reason, I can teach you too, if you want.”
Gordon tilts his head. “Well,” he says, lips quirking into a little smile as he leads James through a promenade and spinning him at the end for good measure, “I don’t know when I’d need that, but I’ll keep you in mind.”
“Or even something like-!”
James can’t help the rising agitation in his voice, and to his- his- his horror? Gordon comes to a complete halt, making James stop with him, and he raises an eyebrow at James even as his hands feel so heavy where they rest in James’ own and on James’ hip. It kills the words trying to form in James’ throat.
“What’s all this about, James?”
Cinders, Gordon asks it so plainly.
“I feel guilty,” James blurts – before he can think about whether he even should. “For taking up so much of your time.”
Gordon pauses, pursing his lips, and he looks quietly amused for a moment, before he shrugs. “You’re not taking anything I’m not willing to give,” he says, and he gives James an enigmatic smile, and James wishes the man would stop talking in circles. “I don’t mind spending my time like this.”
I don’t mind you, is what Gordon’s eyes seem to say. James hopes his cheeks don’t look as hot as they feel. He’s almost shaking.
“But!” Gordon finally lifts his hands away. “If you really feel that way, then I’ll take a batch of your scones after this is all over.”
And James laughs at that, slightly too loudly, a burst of the frantic energy that was building inside him, and he smiles and nods and steps backwards so the gloom will hide his expression which most certainly must be moonstruck. “Done,” he agrees.
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The time has been flying by. It’s now the week of the ball, and James should be excited. They’re still practicing by candlelight in the ballroom in the evenings, but the ballroom is slowly getting populated with things like tables and lights and decorations as the days pass, signalling the ball’s arrival.
James feels anxious! He’s not even sure why. It’s clearly not over his ability to dance. They can now run several dances start to end, and at multiple speeds, with ease. He’s even figured out that tango.
It dawns on him gently as he and Gordon are doing their latest lap, breezing down the entire length of the ballroom, that James doesn’t want this to end. He wants his candlelit nights with Gordon, stolen away from the chaos that daytime and the railway and their workmates present.
He likes this. He likes Gordon.
So when Gordon is asked to give his key back three days before the event, James can’t help but look distressed at the news. And Gordon laughs, he claps James on the back and tells him not to worry because he’s going to be fine.
Gordon doesn’t… get it, then. James takes a breath in, a breath out, and offers Gordon a smile and a little thank you. That’s fine. Gordon doesn’t… have to get it.
It has left him sitting in the breakroom, staring into his tea as he muses over it all, though. And while he doesn’t hear the approaching footsteps, he does hear the clink of a mug set down, and the thump of someone taking the seat across from him, and Thomas asking, “What’s got you so glum?”
James jumps, not realising he must have been wearing his heart on his sleeve, and offers Thomas a smile even as he goes to drink his tea to try hide his misery.
It makes Thomas eye him warily.
“Gordon’s not broken your heart, has he?” he asks.
James chokes on his drink, and splutters, “I beg your pardon?!”
Thomas laughs at him, leaning back in his seat, and James glances around the room to doublecheck that they are thankfully alone right now.
“Edward mentioned to me that you’d been having lessons,” Thomas winks, gesturing a cheers with his tea.
“That wanker.”
“I haven’t told anyone,” Thomas quickly follows up, eyeing James over his mug, before he smiles that cheeky smile of his. “Mostly because I know you’ll have my head.”
“Damn right,” James says, and he takes a pointed drink of his tea, not even wanting to know how red he’s gone right now.
“Easy,” Thomas raises a hand in defeat. “I guess I’m just checking in. You’re looking pretty put out.”
James sighs. His shoulders sag. He cups his hands around his tea and stares into it.
“I’m just in a little over my head, I think,” he mumbles.
“More like head over heels.”
“I’ll throw this at you. Don’t think I wont.”
That makes Thomas laugh, even as James tries to glare at him, before Thomas’ expression softens.
“James,” he says, in a quiet voice that makes James’ stomach drop. “In all seriousness. I’ve known Gordon for longer than you have, and… if he didn’t want to have you around, he simply wouldn’t.”
James gives up on trying not to flush.
Thomas opens his mouth again, before he clearly decides against saying more, and he gets to his feet, shaking his head before he drains the last of his tea from his mug.
“Think about telling him, maybe,” he suggests, before he pats James on the shoulder and leaves the room, leaving James to stew in his thoughts, and try to gather himself before his afternoon train.
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The night of the ball itself is absolutely brimming with excitement. Everyone is dressed to the nines, in their fancy clothes from the mainland that Sir Topham Hatt let them all go get, and the energy is infectious. The crowd is full of people he knows and people he doesn’t, it seems all of Sodor’s invited, and about half of England too.
James himself is wearing his lovely red dress-coat, all wine-red and gold braid, his crispest white gloves, a cravat and a lovely pair of red boots he had to go buy from the mainland too, which are just perfect for dancing in after he’s spent the week breaking them in. And he’s grinning like a lunatic as he drinks in the room around him – the ballroom he’s only ever seen in half-light has absolutely exploded with life and colour and noise.
From behind him, someone clears their throat. James spins on his heel to see Gordon standing there, and oh! He’s looking absolutely resplendent in midnight blue tails of his own, adorned with silver braids, and a single red flower (a rose or a carnation, James can’t tell) in his lapel.
James grins as he sees it, feeling a little less self-conscious about the rich blue pocket square he added to his own outfit too.
He opens his mouth to speak, but Gordon beats him to it.
“You look just splendid,” Gordon says, awed.
James preens at that, he can’t help it. He then smooths down his coat and pointedly looks Gordon up and down in return, letting his admiration shine on his face. “I could say the same for you,” he says.
“Have you heard about all the invitations?” Gordon says, stepping in a little closer as someone slips behind him. “Hatt sent some out to celebrities who’ve been involved with the railway.”
“Oh, yes, I heard,” James nods. “I’ve even seen City of Truro here tonight! Fancy him coming along, Duck will be pleased.”
“Yes, yes,” Gordon says, glancing around. “But…”
James’s face falls in realisation. “Ah.”
“Yes. Not only did Hatt invite my brother, but he damn well accepted,” Gordon half-laughs, tugging at his lapels, straightening them, “and Hatt only told me this morning! And I know how Scott likes to present himself, so… I couldn’t be shown up.”
“Of course,” James agrees politely, but he purses his lips, reading the anxiety weighing down Gordon’s board shoulders with ease. “…Do you want to avoid him?”
“No,” Gordon says, almost too quickly, and he steps back to accept a couple flutes of champagne from a passing waiter and hands one to James, and James sips it politely before his eyes go wide, Hatt really didn’t spare any expense on getting the good stuff, huh? “I just… hope it will be less frigid tonight than the last time we spoke.”
James looks up at Gordon sympathetically, who muses on his statement for a moment longer, before he shakes his head like he’s shaking off water, and Gordon turns to him, smiling.
“But enough of that!” he exclaims, and offers James his arm. “I do believe we’re under distinct instructions to enjoy ourselves.”
James laughs, and takes it, stepping in closer as a couple tries to slip by them to get to the dance floor.
“Shall we go attack the hors d’oeuvres before Henry does?” he offers.
Gordon laughs, and pats James’ wrist with surprising tenderness, it almost makes James gasp.
“That’s a splendid idea,” he grins back, the ice finally melting from his face.
James’ heart totally doesn’t not skip a beat over the way Gordon says splendid.
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It’s all fine. The evening goes fine! It’s now about 9pm, and the room is now lit with electric lights, candles, and strings of fairy lights. It really does make the mood more magical. James splits off now, to go natter with his friends. He gets heckled by Thomas and Percy, but they’re all laughing, and James has to compliment their formal gear too.
“It’s nice to finally get a flattering tailor, I’ll tell you that much,” Percy says, smoothing down his coat. “I don’t think I’ve ever owned a waistcoat before.”
“And I can’t remember the last time I actually wore a tie,” Thomas jokes, making a show of tugging his collar. “But really, James, I see why you wanted to dress up so badly. You look great.”
James plays up preening, and does a little spin for them. “Thank you,” he says. “Call me vain, but honestly, I do find it splendid to see everyone dressed up like this.”
“It’s true,” Thomas nods. “I’ve seen more pretty gowns tonight than I think I have in my whole life. Have you seen what Emily’s wearing? Showstopper.”
“So many sequins,” Percy nods.
James moves closer to their side so he can take in the whole room, and as his eyes graze over the dance floor, he realises Edward and Henry are out there.
And then he barks with laughter.
“What’s up?” Thomas asks.
“I see why Edward refused to teach me!” James laughs, and points them out. “Look.”
Henry is leading, god bless him, and he’s very, very carefully watching their feet. He’s not unconfident, certainly, but he’s not necessarily confident either, and glancing up at Edward’s face, who’s smiling encouraging at him, and not even wincing when Henry steps on his toes.
“That’s cute,” Percy says. “Good for them.”
And… watching them go? Maybe it’s the live music. Maybe it’s the candlelight. Maybe it’s the champagne. But James is suddenly possessed with the need to go find Gordon and drag him out onto the dance floor right now.
“Excuse me,” he says, and Thomas smiles at him knowingly, and James flips him off for fun even as he begins to weave his way through the crowd.
James finds himself outside, stepping through the grand French doors that have been thrown open to welcome the warm summer night. The spill-out area is filled with classy outdoor furniture, there’s fairy lights everywhere, the gardens have been completely redone and all the hedges are beautifully trimmed, and there, standing off to the side, is Gordon and his brother.
Gordon’s laughing along to whatever Scot is saying, but the way he has his arms folded across his chest, the set of his shoulders, the way his body is angled away from the conversation, it’s clear to anyone who knows him well that he’s a little too uncomfortable right now.
So James makes a beeline for him, and pops up by Gordon’s elbow.
“Hullo, Gordon!” he chirps warmly, and smiles as the tension just rolls of Gordon now someone else is here. “And, hello,” he says, polite yet slightly stiff to Scot, who nods at him and offers him the big smile of someone who is very used to meeting new people.
“Hello!” he says, and offers James a hand to shake, which James does take (and tries not to wince at the strength of his grip). “Who might you be?”
“James,” James offers. “I’m a good friend of Gordon’s.”
“Aha!” Scot’s face lights up far more genuinely this time. “Gordie was just telling me about you.”
James tastefully manages not to laugh at Gordie, more so because he’s jumping straight into oh broken buffers, what did Gordon say about him?
“My prized student,” Gordon jokes, lightly elbowing him, and James grins back.
“Speaking of,” he says. “I reckon we go show Henry and Edward up. They’re not too bad, but Henry can’t keep his eyes off their feet.”
Gordon and Scot both laugh at that, and Scot graciously lets them go.
“Thank you,” Gordon leans down to whisper in James’ ear as they walk away. “It always feels like an interrogation with him.”
“It’s alright,” James shrugs. “I… had a gut feeling. Anyway. You want to dance?”
Gordon seems to be keeping himself from glancing over his shoulder.
James frowns softly at him. “We don’t have to,” he adds.
“Oh, nonsense,” Gordon says, and the hand Gordon has on James’ shoulder squeezes gently. “I’d love to. Let’s let this song finish first.”
They have to muscle their way through the crowd, ending up slipping past Hatt himself, who pats Gordon on the back and offers James a smile and nod as they go past. Before long, they end up out on the dance floor as the next song ends.
“Any ideas?”
“My guess is waltz,” Gordon says, adjusting his cufflinks before he offers his hands to James. “They’ve played a couple fast numbers back-to-back.”
“You’ve found our warmup, then. How thoughtful,” James laughs, stepping into Gordon’s arms. It’s so easy to lay his hand on Gordon’s shoulder now, to feel Gordon’s fingers curl around his hand. James isn’t sure how he ever could have dreaded it.
He laughs again as Gordon turns out to be right.
The music starts, and it’s just so natural to follow Gordon’s lead. And they’re off! Off around the dance floor, and Gordon successfully steers them through the crowd, pulling James out of the way of a close call of a collision with a quick pivot and a spin.
As they draw back together, Gordon eyes him, and James blinks back.
“You alright?” he asks. “You look flustered.”
“Flustered!” James exclaims, trying to play it off. “Me? Never.”
And Gordon actually… laughs at that, laughs at him, and James is struck with the realisation that perhaps… Gordon knows.
Well, it takes two to tango, doesn’t it?
“Well,” James changes tune, and he smirks up and Gordon. “In truth, I was just so taken by how handsome you look tonight.”
Now it’s Gordon’s turn to stammer, to falter, and for the colour to leap to his face. James hasn’t ever been brave enough to flirt before, but clearly, it works, and if Gordon’s going play that game then James can match him.
“Obviously,” Gordon manages to catch himself. “You must’ve liked the blue.”
He nods towards James’ pocket square, and James shakes his head with a bashful little smile.
“And I can see you went to match!” he nods back at Gordon’s flower.
Gordon goes to speak, before his eyes widen, and he quickly pulls James in close as another, far less-coordinated couple barrels past them, before letting James migrate back to the normal dancing distance.
“You do mean it? You think I’m handsome?”
“Of course I do,” James’ grin drops into something far softer despite his best efforts, and he says his next statement with far more heart than he means to. “I think you’re splendid.”
Gordon meets his eyes with a look that James literally cannot describe with any other word except tender.
“We need to talk, don’t we?” he asks, so softly, it’s amazing James can hear it over the music and the chatter.
“I’m listening now,” he replies.
Gordon swallows hard, before they’re brought to a halt as the song ends, and they – along with the rest of the dancers – politely clap for the musicians, before the next song starts. A quickstep. James’ face lights up instantly, and Gordon grins.
“Time to do some laps?”
“Oh, absolutely.”
They are the fastest and most fluid pair on the dancefloor. James’ dress-coat flairs out behind them in a most stunning way as they go all but flying past, a whirl of red and blue, and James can tell people are watching, and he’s relishing in it, grinning so brightly as Gordon smiles back.
They’re left panting and laughing and stumbling off the floor as the song ends – as not only the crowd but the band applaud them too. Gordon waves it off with a laugh. James takes a playful little bow, before they both stagger off to go find somewhere to sit and catch their breath.
Edward appears out of the crowd, Henry in tow, as James and Gordon find some seats, and James passes Gordon a drink.
“That,” Edward says, “was the most impressive thing I’ve seen in a long time.”
James chortles and slumps back, slumps back against Gordon without thinking, feeling Gordon tense under him for just a moment before he… yields, and melts a little back.
“You were doing well, too,” Gordon nods at Henry. “James wasn’t learning to dance from square one.”
“Just let a man be jealous in peace,” Henry grumbles jokingly, plopping himself down next to James with an oomph. “I don’t know how you manage being on your feet for that long, sometimes. I even got new comfortable shoes and my back is still killing me.”
As James pats his arm in consolation, Edward turns to Gordon with a glint in his eye.
“Dance?” he asks, holding out a hand. “For old time’s sake?”
Gordon fights down his smile, but gets up with no hesitation. Though he pauses a moment later, and glances back at James. “I’ll be right back,” he says.
“Sure thing,” James waves them off with a smile. “Show them all up.”
That makes Edward laugh, and the two of them disappear back into the throng to go dance.
James leans his head back against the wall, letting out a big, contented sigh.
“You alright?” Henry asks, as he shifts on his seat.
“Yeah, I am,” James says happily. “Or, I think so.”
Then he eyes Henry, and frowns, before he reaches over to the seats beside them and starts stealing all their cushions.
“Here, you look miserable,” he says, and helps pad Henry’s seat a little more.
“Thanks,” Henry says breathlessly. “I thought I was going to be alright, I really did.”
“No, no,” James nods along, “I understand. Especially when you’re not used to dancing.”
“How long have you and Gordon been practicing?” Henry asks.
“…Two?” James tries to count back on his fingers. “Yeah, two months.”
“Oh, thank god you said months!” Henry slaps his thigh with a laugh. “If you had said weeks, I really would have to start feeling bad!”
James laughs at him, and he opens his mouth to say something, before he realises someone is standing over them, and the two of them look up, and James tries really hard not to let his jaw drop as he realises it’s none other than superstar Scot Gresley, the Flying Scotsman himself.
“Hello Henry, James,” Scot says warmly, and Henry greets him back. James almost asks how they know each other, but glancing between them, it’s the cut of their noses that reminds James of all the drama a few years back. Henry’s got a little Gresley in him, too, that’s right, he always forgets that they’ve met before.
“James, that was some wonderful work out on the floor,” Scot turns to him, and James tries not to flush and gape, and he plays it off as politely as he can. “Would you dance with me?”
James… stares. Blinks once or twice. Henry’s gone a little stiff with surprise beside him, too. Scot extends his hand, still offering a warm smile, and after a second or two, James hesitantly takes it, rising from his seat. Scot’s fingers curl around his hand, but it doesn’t feel as gentle or soothing as Gordon. And as Scot starts to lead James out onto the dance floor, James shoots a look back over his shoulder at Henry, who mouths ‘good luck’ to him as they go.
Before he knows it, James is out on the floor, being lead through steps he knows so well by the Gresley brother he doesn’t know at all. And somehow, Scott is even faster and even lighter on his feet, and James can’t even make small talk for how much he has to concentrate on keeping up – which, notably, does not help his nerves. And Scot keeps this up for the whole quickstep, before they pause as the song changes, James fighting to hide that he needs to catch his breath.
As a slow waltz starts, Scot… relaxes, slows down, and shoots James a wink.
“Just wanted to test how good a teacher my brother is,” he banters. “You’ve both done very well.”
James blinks and swallows hard, before he offers a polite smile of his own.
“Thank you,” he says. “Gordon is a good teacher.”
“…You seem to make him happy.”
James stumbles, now, sheer shock, and his head snaps up to look Scot in the eye. Scot looks back evenly at him, lets James stare. …Scot has Gordon’s brown eyes, but the strength of his sideburns, his eyebrows, the slightly harder set of his face, even his sharper jawline. It’s just… not quite his Gresley.
“I hope you treat him kindly,” Scot continues, his voice dropping, but James flushes and is so glad he’s wearing gloves because he’s gone all clammy. “Gordon deserves something good to happen to him, and you do seem to be a delight.”
“I…” James is – as uncommon as the phenomenon is – lost for words. His old anxiety sweeps through him, makes his knees weak, and he hopes he isn’t shaking.
“I’m not asking you this as a celebrity,” Scot suddenly adds, his expression crumpling with concern as he must read all that straight off James’ face. “I’m asking you this as his brother.”
“I-I… of course,” James says, biting his tongue about telling Scot about how much Gordon didn’t want to talk to him tonight, because if Scot is so concerned about Gordon, then they’d have a better relationship, wouldn’t they? Cinders. And ashes. He wants out. James looks away, and ends up seeing Gordon and Edward, who are surprisingly close by, and they’re both shooting him concerned looks.
James bites his lip now, hoping he doesn’t look as upset as he feels, though he’s never really been good at hiding it. Don’t hurt Gordon? James hasn’t dreamt of it, not now, not anymore. He’s realised Gordon doesn’t really ever talk about his past before Sodor, and that’s telling in itself, isn’t it?
It must be the fact James is being asked this by someone who has probably hurt Gordon in the past is the thing that makes it sting like this. …What? Can Scot see that James is no better? Is that what Scot means by warning him?
Scot says nothing more either. James closes his eyes for a moment, willing the song to end, but suddenly, someone taps his shoulder, and he knows that hand, which is such a strange thing to say, isn’t it? His eyes fly open, because thank god, it’s Gordon and Edward. They must have danced their way through the crowd.
“You remember my friend, Edward, don’t you?” Gordon calls over the hubbub. “He’d love to catch up with you.”
“Of course,” Scot smiles broadly, …the practiced smile, James notes. He turns back to James, then, and squeezes his hand gently.
“A pleasure to meet you,” he says, and it does actually sound earnest, which is nice. It doesn’t soothe James’ nerves, though. “I hope you’ll keep our talk in mind.”
“I will,” is all James says, and he lets Edward take his place with a grateful, if not a little faint, smile.
Gordon practically dances their way off the dancefloor now, and James is more than eager to follow where Gordon leads. They end up pushing and weaving past several of their friends and workmates as they go, and James must still look a little stricken because he gets a few concerned glances as they go.
Gordon ends up leading him outside, and James immediately takes a few big breaths in and out as soon as the cooling evening breeze hits his face. It’s too stuffy, too loud, too much in there.
And as soon as it’s quiet, as they’re in private, as James can breathe, Gordon takes him by the shoulders and turns James so Gordon can look at him.
“What did he say to you?” he asks, and his voice is… surprisingly dark.
“He warned me,” James says, and he does his best not to sound bitter, but he thinks he fails. “He said I better not hurt you because you deserve nice things. A-and he’s right, but it rubbed me the wrong way.”
Gordon scoffs. “Bloody rich, coming from him,” he agrees, before his hands slip down from James’ shoulders, skating down his arms to take James’ shaking hands in his own. “Are you okay?”
“Just needlessly upset,” James manages to smile, though his eyes are a little too bright to sell it. “I come here expecting a good time and I get both a personal dance and a personal threat from the Flying Scotsman. Not your average evening, I’ll admit.”
Gordon squeezes his hands. “I’m sorry.”
“Not your fault, Gordon,” James says, gently squeezing back. “I suppose I was insulted that… that he’d insinuate I’d hurt you on purpose. I care about you far too much for that.”
And-
They both flush at that. That’s the first time either of them has said it plainly.
“That’s… heartening to hear,” Gordon smiles softly at him. “And it only took me turning you into the best ballroom dancer on this island.”
And James laughs. The tension finally draining away, his stomach finally settling. He’s glad Gordon’s holding onto him now, because he feels light, and he wouldn’t want to float away.
“I have to admit it too, then,” Gordon’s practically whispering again, his voice rumbling low, and it makes James shiver. “I’ve… grown quite fond of you, too.”
James steps in a little closer, it just feels right.
“That’s good,” he says.
Then, looking Gordon in the eye then and there, the nerves come crashing back in, and James ducks his head, drops his chin, and starts fiddling with Gordon’s cufflinks instead.
Suddenly, there’s a hand cupping his cheek, and James can’t breathe. Gordon tips his head back up, and smiles at him – all soft and tender, all for James.
“Is this okay?”
“Bah!” James tries to laugh past his dark flush, turning his head away, withdrawing one hand to touch his cheek, he can feel the heat there even through his gloves. “You say that like I haven’t been in love with you for months!”
“Months…?”
James laughs again, bright and embarrassed, before he dares to look back at Gordon. His flush darkens at the painfully fond expression Gordon’s wearing, and James finds himself grinning.
“Just shut up and kiss me,” he says instead.
Gordon – several things cross his face in that moment. A flush of his own. Wonder, awe, tenderness, a little shock, and most importantly – Gordon rolls his eyes fondly and leans down to oblige him.
As their lips slot together, James makes a little noise of contentment, and drapes his arms around Gordon’s neck dreamily. Oh, this is good. This is what James has been dreaming about. Officially, this has been the best investment of dancing lessons James has ever made.
When they break apart for air, and James gets his breath back, he finally invites Gordon around tomorrow for those scones he promised however long ago it was, and Gordon has barely any time to accept before James kisses him again.
And… oh, for god’s sake. They pull apart again at the sound of applause from the doorway, and James turns to see… Edward and Henry, Thomas, Percy, god, even Toby and Henrietta, Emily, Rosie, Molly, Daisy, …is that all four of the Little Westerners? And more. It’s far too big a crowd, and James is suddenly wondering if him and Gordon was some kind of soap opera to the wider North-Western Railway, which makes him flush.
Thomas cups his mouth and hoots, “snog him again!”
James goes to yell back before Gordon pulls him in, and James immediately softens, looking into Gordon’s eyes, and he accepts the kiss Gordon gives him, Gordon wrapping his arms around James and dipping him with ease, and James lets Gordon hold his bodyweight as he frees one hand to lovingly flip off the crowd of onlookers.
They once again receive a round of cheers and applause. James doesn’t care, though, not when he can cling to Gordon and Gordon’s lips can brush his own, and Gordon’s breath can dance over his skin, and Gordon’s hands are on him, and this is real, and they’re…
James tears up.
“I love you,” he whispers, too quiet for anyone but Gordon to hear. “I love you. Thank you for putting up with me.”
“It was no bother, little James,” Gordon says, so very fondly, and James shivers again at the way his voice rumbles when he speaks low and quiet. “I love you too.”
It’s a shame the night has to end. James doesn’t want it to end at all. And here, kissing Gordon under the stars, it almost feels like it never has to.
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Where did the butterflies go?
Pairing - Eddie Munson x F!reader Henderson
Summary - Eddie is your best friend and you have a little thing for him. What would happen if you saw him kissing another girl while he left you waiting at the parking lot?
Warnings - 18+ please, fingering, smoking cigars and joints, swearing, eddie munson fingering his best friend, little bit angst, smut eddie, praise kink, pet names (baby girl, princess, sweatheart), Eddie vs Billy rivalry
tags - Friends to Lovers, a little bit angst, smut
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Y/N POV
It was just another hot night in Hawkins, Nancy and Robin was sitting by Steve's pool, just close enough to put their feet on the cold water, Eddie and Steve was smoking a joint while they talk and I was sitting near the pool, talking to the girls whilst i tapped my pockets looking for my cigs but i don't found my lighter.
— "Hey, Munson!" - he turned quick when heard my voice and shoot me with his stupid beautiful smile, i smiled back and before i noticed, he was walking towards me.
— "What do you need, sweetheart?" - he said while a smirk grow between his lips — "I know, i know.. you can't be far from me for to long." — I chuckle while getting up on my feet and standing in front of the boy, he was absolutely taller than me, what made me have to looked up to see his face.
He hold my chin between his index finger and thumb — "Gosh Henderson, you are a pretty little thing, aren't you?" — it is like this every other day since you meet Eddie, he is a flirty and I think he IS a good one, since the butterflies on my stomach become alive when he is near me. But, I've learned that is a game made for two to play.
I leaned my lips closer to his, he don't move any inch and started my chin to let go, he stroke his callouses finger into my cheek and it was the first time that I literally felt one of those butterflies trying to escape from my mouth. He move his lips almost to touch mine, when i tapped his pocket and grab the lighter, i open a wide smile and showed him what i got — "Yeah, I am pretty! Now stop drooling on me, Edward, you look like a freak" — I said with a sweet smile in my lips as I walked away back to the girls and lit my cigarette.
— "That is low sw...Henderson, even for you" — He said while he walk to seat with us by the pool. He sat by me side, and took my cig from my mouth and took a long drag, turning to look at me — "You know i love you, right?" — Putting his arms around my neck. — "Love you too Eds, you are my best fried." — i respond immediately with a shyly smile. "ouch" I listened to Steve while he was burst in laughing, i think he had too many beers but... ouch? really? it's that bad being my best friend?
— "You had to saw his face, y/n", — Steve said — "it looks like a baby dear who lost himself on the forest." Eddie threw an empty can at Steve trying to make him shut up — "Mind your business Harrington"— while he is laughing too.
— Soooo, who's gonna give me a ride? — I said whilst i check my clock — My mother it's going to kill me, and that's not even the bad part... Eddie look at me and his eyes are wider than they normally are — "FUCKK, I totally forgot to pick up the little shit at the arcade, I mean... you lil' brother baby. So, if you wanna go, we can pick your bother up and I let you guys home, if is okay for you... "— he said while shrugging his shoulders unpretentiously, I nod while take my stuff from Steve’s deck.
— "Sure Munson, you can use some alone time with Y/n, right?" —  Robin said so low that just Eddie heard, and he give the girl a little smirk, bringing his finger to his mouth, as he mimic to her be quiet.
 I was saying good bye to Nancy and Steve (who was completely wipe out), the girl was rolling her eyes, she and Robin was have to stay and take care of drunk Steve. — "Be safe, ok? And… If you see Mike, can you drop him at our house? I do not know when this dork is gonna wake...
—" Yeah, of course, I know Eddie it is not mind, don't worry, and be safe ok? Love you guys" — I gave Robin a big hug and turned myself to Eddie, who held out his hand, I held Eddie's hand and he fit his fingers into my fingers. — "Shall we, princess?" — I nod and we start to walk to his old van.
Eddie jogged to the van's door, open it to you (as he ALWAYS did), he held my hand until the last very minute, pull to his mouth and gave it a little kiss. He went to driver’s side, and started the van. I could feel him look at me by the corner of his eyes, we are listening to Dio (rainbow in the dark), and Eddie was drumming his finger on the steering wheel with the biggest dork smile that I have seen.
The night was colder now than when we leave Steve’s house, but it was so beautiful anyway. We barely need the light of the road, the full moon enlighten almost all the way. The silver light that came from the window, contoured the face of my best friend, I suddenly felt one of the butterflies giving a sign of life in my stomach. He was without a doubt one of the most handsome dudes you've ever seen. His eyes were beautiful, that messy hair, that easy smile and his light laugh. — "FUCK" — you sighed.
Eddie noticed that I was looking at every part of his face, and he couldn't help but smile, turning his face just a little to me, "Was that for, sweetheart?" he said unpretentiously as I slid my body across the van seat to sit closer to him. Automatically the boy rested his hand on my thigh, the feel of Eddie's warm fingertips on my cold skin made me shiver, I let a small laugh escape my nose.
—"What was that Steve was talking about?" don't you like to be... to be my best friend?" I fiddled with the boy's rings and looked in every direction except his, because I knew he was staring at me. Eddie kept looking back and forth between the road and my eyes, which made me extremely uncomfortable — "Eyes on the road, Munson, I want to make it home alive.” . The boy took his hand off my leg and placed it on the steering wheel again, the little way it took was silent, and I kind of missed the warmth of his hand on my leg.
Arriving at the arcade, he parked away from the front door and turned his body towards me. — "What in the HELL are you taking about?, I've been your best friend since... since we were kids, I love you, you know that. I love being whatever you choose me to be, as long as I'm still close to you, that's fine by me."— He smiled and stroked my cheek with his index finger. — "But you really did look like a baby dear lost in the woods," — I said while chuckling.
— “Yeah, I know"— He rolled his eyes — "but don't let Steve get inside your head, okay? In addition, please, I beg you, don't ask me that kind of pointless thing EVER AGAIN. You just broke a little piece of my heart right now, you know?" He said placing his hands over his heart.
— "Anyway, I'm going to go get Dustin—"and Mike, I added". — “And Mike,”­— he repeated after me, —"and after we have dropped them off at home, we can finish this conversation if you want, baby. I am all yours tonight." I could see the tip of his tongue skimming his bottom lip as he finished the last sentence.
I climb out of the van to smoke another cigarette, lean against the body of the van as I lie on it a little so I can better see the moon, but suddenly my gaze is drawn to the arcade window. Eddie was talking to a girl who was much more his style than I was, the chains, and the leather mini skirt and… apparently, she was a lot older than I was too. She was holding the boy with both hands by the hem of his leather jacket, pulling him where my gaze could no longer reach.
I felt a pang in my stomach. "Here lies a butterfly," I said softly, feeling like I was going to throw up at any moment. I took a long drag on the cigarette and stubbed it out on the sole of my sneakers, tossing the butt under Eddie's van.
I walked into the arcade looking for any familiar faces, god, even Jason Carver would be better than being alone right now. My intuition told me to turn my back or close my eyes but reaching a dark corner I saw Eddie and the woman kissing, no, they were almost swallowing each other. I turned my back and walked slowly outside, the lights and noise from the arcade making my head hurt.
It's ok, he's single he can go out kissing any ugly girl that comes around, I don't care, but... it was the first time he left me alone, in a parking lot, AT NIGHT. What the fuck? I opened the van door so angrily I swore I was going to rip the handle off, grabbed my backpack and was heading towards my house.
I paused for a moment to adjust my Walkman's headphones and put the cassette tape on rewind while I picked up another of my menthol cigarettes. As I passed through the parking lot, I felt someone's gaze following me; I rolled my eyes and continued my walk since it was going to be a long one.
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— "Well, well, well... Is this William Hargrove? Jesus, I haven't seen you in ages. You're all grown up now, with muscles and a Camaro... Well done Hargrove" — I gave him a smirk, which made the boy come closer. I lick my lips as I look at his, the boy obviously noticed my sudden interest.
He opened his arms and I fit my body between them, and the boy gave me a long hug. — "I miss you Henderson, look at you, I never thought you'd look prettier than you already were."
— "Shut up Hargrove, you really do not get tired, do you?" - I replied still trapped in his hug, which now rested his head on top of mine, he whispered - "I think your boyfriend didn't like seeing you with me."
— "He is not my boyfriend… And anyway, he must be pretty busy right now.” I let out an awkward laugh.
— “Yeah, I know, I saw… I'm sorry… are you okay?” — I shrugged, letting me out from the hug — “Since that goof is so busy, do you want a ride home? I can take you. Max can go home with Eddie, we live in the same trailer park anyway”. — You nod, taking of our headphones.
Eddie was looking at everything through the glass window, he knew he had no right to say anything, but Hargrove? Seriously, this guy is trouble… IS A LOT OF TROU-BLE. He picked up Dustin and Mike and quickened his steps to the parking lot, giving Max a shout out to join them. Upon arriving there, everyone stopped in front of the Camaro, facing the two who were talking.
Dustin never liked Billy so he went straight to the van, followed by Mike. Max was opening the car door but Billy closed it again.
— “Hey… Munson, right? Can you take Max home today?” he said without breaking our gazes. “I need to take a pretty girl home, if you know what I mean.” — breaking our gazes at the end of the sentence to stare at Eddie
— “Nope, no fucking way Dude, nothing against you red, but I have an important conversation with Y/N, and we've arranged to” —I interrupted him mid-sentence.
— “Max, get in the van, take my Walkman to Dustin and let him know that I don't know what time I arrive, ok? Can you do me this big favor?" The girl just nodded and went to meet her friends.
Eddie kept looking at me without understanding anything.
— “You lost the right to take me home when you left me alone in the middle of the parking lot to do… I don't even know what you were doing there.”— I huffed and turned to Billy.— "Can we go now?" Billy opened the door for me and as I got in the car, I saw Eddie's sad look.
— "I'll see you tomorrow, Edward." Closing the door, Billy waved at Eddie sternly and started the car. I watched Munson standing alone in the parking lot in the rearview mirror, just as he had left me. I was going to feel better about the attitude, but god, I felt awful. I felt like Eddie's butterfly had died too, and I felt an uncontrollable urge to cry.
The blonde next to me squeezed my shoulder lightly — "you know, he doesn't deserve you, you're amazing." He said — "And he's just an asshole, changing you…" — Billy's gaze seemed to devour you — "For anyone else, in fact, is bullshit. I know, I did it once. I learned my lesson."
The boy's hand caresses my face lightly, while putting some strands of my hair behind my ear. He turned my face gently bringing his pink lips to mine, I was so confused that I sealed my lips on his, they were soft, I had forgotten what Billy's touch did to me. And before my eyes had closed completely, the boy had already pulled me into his lap, where the kiss became hotter. His tongue explored my mouth as I let low moans escape the boy's mouth as he brought his hands to my neck. —“Jesus Y/N, you taste even better now,”— he said, going back to kissing me even harder.
His hands roamed my body, while I lowered my lips to his neck, distributing small kisses along his entire length, I returned my lips to his jaw, taking a forceless bite that made Billy shiver. In a lapse of sanity, you sat back down on the cabin bench and laughed.
—“What are we doing Billy? - I said - "I'm not your girlfriend anymore, forgot?"
— "Right, you're right".- The boy went back to driving with a malicious smile on his lips — "But you kissed me back, you know right?."
— “Shut up Billy,�� — I said as I felt all the blood in my body rush to my cheeks.
The trip to my house was normal, we didn't talk about our old relationship or the kiss that happened, in fact, although the blonde's company was all I wanted at that moment. Seeing Eddie's van parked in front of my house, my heart pounded in my chest, I'm sure Billy can hear it.
Hearing the noise of the car, Max opened the door to the house, I got confused and turned my gaze to Billy, who had a serious look on his face. — “Is everything okay?” — I asked as I grabbed my things from the backseat of the car, I sat down again and looked at the boy who didn't move, I gave him a light kiss on the cheek. He held me and gave me a long kiss on the corner of my mouth. — "Can I come see you tomorrow?" asked the boy.
— “Of course, my mother will love to see you again. Can you call me before you come? - I said as I got out of the car, he smiled and I headed towards home. Seeing Eddie leaning against the doorframe, the blonde yelled at me — “Sleep tight my princess, I'll stop by tomorrow”. I rolled my eyes, knowing the reason for this was to annoy Eddie, who by the look of him wasn't very happy with me AT ALL.
EDDIE'S POV
It's been over 40 minutes and I refuse to go back to my house without seeing Y/N, without talking to her, damn it.
—"Why would your sister go out with Billy? this guy is crazy, you know right?" I said to Dustin, "Sorry Max, but..." The girl interrupted me mid-sentence—"Oh! no, you're absolutely right, he's crazy." She said as I rubbed my hands down my face “FUCKKKKKK” I growled.
We heard car noise, the redhead went to the door and when she opened it, she saw the two of them talking, she waited until y/n got out of the car to give me a positive nod. As the little one walked towards her brother's car, I leaned against the doorframe, watching my best friend's face, she didn't look happy to see me, but she didn't look sad either.
I almost managed a smile when that asshole called she from "my princess", his princess? I felt like I was out of breath as y/n passed without making eye contact or saying anything, heading straight upstairs to her room. I walked to the bottom of the stairs and raised my arms in the air in surrender. — “Can we talk?” — I asked, noting the expression on the girl's face. She wrinkled her nose and signaled with her head that it was to follow her, each step I climbed felt my heart beating faster inside my chest.
Upon entering her room, y/n was already sitting at the window smoking one of her terrible menthol cigarettes. I walked over and sat down on the chair that was nearby. —“How was the ride?”— I asked as I adjusted myself in the chair. As she raised her gaze to mine, I noticed her eyes shining more than usual, when I got closer I noticed that they were shining because of the tears forming.
— “What happened, sweatheart?” — I got up and walked towards her, ready to hug her, but she reached out and kept me away. — “Okay, this is new. what's going on?."
— “I saw you at the arcade,”— she whispered, —“with the ugly girl. You guys gulping down in the dark corner, but before you say anything Eddie”— she sighed so sadly I felt my heart crack a little— tears started to run down hers cheeks and I panicked.
I wrapped her in my arms and without hesitation, she buried her face in my chest. I could feel her sobbing and when I let out a sigh she pushed me away again — "Let me go Munson, I don't want you near me, you left me alone, alone... and for what? How can you forget me there alone? you can kiss whoever you want Edward Munson, I have nothing to do with it, but you are a traitor. You..you"—” “I'm sorry, sweatheart.”— I interrupted her mid-sentence. — "I'm really, really sorry. But you know. You left me alone, you got in that asshole's car, and I was waiting there… stopped and you drove away.” Now I was the one who had raised my voice.
She looked up at me and stood up, staying just a few steps away from me — "What did you want me to do Eddie, spend the night with you? after you've done who knows what with that Woman? I think I'm missing the point here.”
She was right, shit!!, she was right.
— “Y/n listen to me, please! I'm begging you,”— I said,— “it wasn't at all what…” —I sighed and sat on her bed, letting my body fall backwards —“It wasn't at all what I had planned for us today,”— letting a faint laugh escape. – “Listen, if you want me to leave now, I will. Whatever makes you feel better, baby.
She didn't answer me, she kept her face to the window the entire time. I got up slowly from the bed, I walked to the door and when I touched the handle I felt her little hand holding the hem of my shirt – Thanks God – I thought to myself.
 — “I don't want you to go” – she told me with her voice still choked – “can you spend the night? I'm not feeling well to be alone today.”
— “Whatever it takes to make you feel better,” I said as I hugged her.
Y/N'S POV
I was stuck in that hug longer than I wanted to, I was still mad at Eddie but let's face it, better with him than without. I got rid of the hug and with a weak laugh
— "I need a shower, I'm feeling gross" I said as I headed towards my bathroom — "You're already home, so... make yourself home."
— “You are my home,” he said with a sad smile.
— Oh Eddie! Shut the fuck up.” I laughed out loud and covered my mouth to muffle the sound so I wouldn't wake anyone up. — “Stay quiet and don't make too much noise, okay? 10 minutes and I'll be back, I promise."
I went into the bathroom and took off my clothes, turned on the shower and when I felt the hot water on my shoulders it felt like half the weight on my back was gone, I closed the white plastic curtain and took a deep breath. My peace of mind is short-lived when Eddie enters the bathroom and sits on the toilet — You took too long, I missed you."— I heard him laugh and then I turned around.
— “I could use some privacy now, you know?
Eddie seemed to ignore me. — "So you're the jealous type?"— I could hear the malice in his voice. — "When Steve told me you had like... a crush on me I couldn't believe it, but man..."
— "I don't have a crush on you, Steve was drunk," I said while I brought my hand to my mouth and bit down lightly.
— "The curtain is kind of transparent, you know?" Eddie said pulling back the curtain and stepping into the shower, clothes and all.
— "Eddie, get out of here, are you crazy?" He put his hand over my mouth and stared straight into my eyes, it felt like no other part of my body mattered.
— "Listen to me," he said, “I know I'm not quite the guy you expected or deserved, let's face it, you deserve a lot more, a lot more than Billy or I, whatever, but the fact is, I'm completely in love with you and what happened at the arcade today was my fault, I couldn't stand to look at you anymore, feel your skin, your smell and not be able to… you know"
I took his hand from my mouth and pressed my lips to his, the kiss started slow, he slowly explored my mouth with his tongue, taking his hands to the back of my neck. I felt my legs sway under his touch, causing him to grab me around the waist with his free hand. I tried to lift his shirt, but because it was wet I couldn't. He leaned his forehead against mine and smiled broadly. —"You're crazy Eddie," — I said. while he picked me up and walked me to my bed. I cringed a little, out of embarrassment and out of cold.
Eddie started to remove his wet clothes and then made his way over my body, leaning into his arms. “Hi,” I said, as I pulled him in for a kiss again. The kiss was more violent, he lay down on my side and pulled me on top of him, his hands exploring every part of my body — "Fuck y/n, I've imagined this so many times" — his lips now traced my neck, down to mine colar bone —"you're so hot"—his hand now cups my breasts, moving his lips down close to my nipple. I felt my whole body tingle and I let out a slight moan — "You need to tell me what you want baby" — "You, I want you." — I said between sighs.
Eddie put my little friend in his mouth, sucking without putting too much pressure on him as he took my other nipple between his fingers. I moaned with the wet sensation of his mouth, while his hand, minutes before on my nipple, was going down my body, tracing my curves, until it reached my thighs, he lightly scratched the inside of them and up his fingers to my sweet spot
— “Damn baby, you're dripping, is this all for me?”
— "Eddie, stop teasing, I need you.
" — “What do you need me to do, my love? use your words" he whispered in my ear.
— "I want to feel your fingers inside me, I need you inside me."
—"Fuck"— he moaned as he traced his fingers through my pussy, his mouth was stroking my neck, he ran his fingers over my entrance. I felt light pressure as he introduced a finger inside me. He and I let out a moan.
—"Shh, it's okay, just relax, okay baby girl?" — he gave me a kiss on my temple while increasing the movement in and out with his finger — "more, please" — you cried.
— "As you wish my princess" — Eddie added another finger, causing it to tighten around them. —  “God, baby, you're so tight, are you sure you're okay?”
—"Fingers Eddie, fuck me, please."
As he fucked me deliciously, his thumb came up against my clit, which had me moaning loudly and letting my head drop to the pillow.
 — “Oh Eddie, I can't, I can't take it anymore, I'm going to…”
 — "Let go baby, I want to feel you cum on my fingers”.
 As soon as he finished speaking, my back was arched
— “FUCKK!!”
I didn't know that was going to moan so loud, Eddie covered my mouth for the fourth time that night, I let a long breath out of my chest and looked at the boy next to me, who was taking his fingers just inside me to his mouth
— “you are The best thing I've ever tasted ,Henderson! God, I love you.!”
— “I can get used to this Munson, be careful. — I gave him a small kiss on the lips and smiled.
— “God, if you exist, please get her used to it. - He laughed sarcastically, as he hugged you around the waist bringing you closer, laying down with a spoon. —"You still haven't said you love me."
— "Are you the needy type, Munson?"
— Touché.
Author's Note - Hi guys, this is my first fanfic, like everyone else I'm also obsessed with Eddie Munson! Sorry if it was a little longer than I thought, English is not my first language so sorry for the mistakes.
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