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ink-n-shadowfiction · 8 months

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Still having bodyguard!Simon thoughts so just HEAR ME OUT-

Rockstar!reader has a song debuting with a popular male artist, so she has to do press with him. Interviews, red carpet appearances, a live performance, etc. It’s driving Simon crazy to see another man with his arm around her waist, holding her close, being face-to-face with her on stage - but he has to remain professional. Simon won’t crack, no matter how bad reader wants him to. Until one day, rockstar!reader is doing a slightly-spicy promo photoshoot with her male artist counterpart for the cover of their new single, and Simon’s self-control finally snaps.

It’s giving sexy, tense, angsty, flirty, juicy, dramatic L O L

Anything but Routine | bodyguard!Simon "Ghost" Riley

I LOVE THE THOUGHTS YOU HAVE so lemme indulge in them more. what if i made it fellow rockstar!keegan o_O

pairing: bodyguard!Simon "Ghost" Riley x rockstar!fem!reader, brief rockstar!keegan x rockstar!fem!reader (link to all works in this au)

genre: mainly angsty but also kinda sexy

word count: 2162 (kinda long but worth it i promise)

warning: mean!ghost, jealous/possessive!ghost, fighting with ghost, unedited (i'm sorry)

It was supposed to be a routine pick-up. Ghost was going to walk in, wait for you to pack up from the meeting you'd just been in with your producer about an upcoming single, and take you back to your apartment. That was supposed to be it.

But as soon as he walked in, seeing you on the leather couch of your producer's office with some burly guy's arm around your shoulders, he knew it was going to be anything but routine.

"Hey Ghost." You chirped as soon as you noticed him walking through the door, crossing your leg over your knee and sinking a bit deeper into the leather couch. "I didn't think you'd here until—"

Ghost's eyes narrowed, lingering on the way the guy looked so comfortable with you against his body. Too comfortable. He couldn't help the way his teeth ground down as his jaw tensed. "You said 2:30, dove. It's 2:30 now, yeah?"

Your eyes flitted down to the watch strapped to your wrist, letting out a grumbled curse and you nodded. "Guess it is, huh?" You giggled as you glanced over at the guy, pushing your hand against his chest as you sat up straight. "Sorry, this is Ghost by the way. He's my—"

The guy met Ghost's steeled gaze, his lips turning upward in an almost challenge smirk as he spoke. "Your infamous bodyguard, huh? Gotta say, the mask looks much more intimidating in person." The guy reached his hand out for a formal handshake. "Keegan, by the way."

Ghost didn't move to shake Keegan's hand, instead offering him the barest nod he could muster before moving his eyes back to you. "We've gotta go. You're on a tight schedule."

"Oh c'mon, Ghost. Not like I haven't been late before." You groaned as you leaned back against the leather couch, sulking a bit under his hard gaze. "You don't even wanna hear the first demo track?"

Oh, this was the artist you were collaborating with. Ghost remembered you rambling on about Keegan, talking about how big of a deal it was that a star of his caliber was wanting to collaborate with a lesser-known artist like you. It was a dream come true for you—but for Ghost, it was his worst fucking nightmare.

Instead of indulging in your offer, Ghost moved wordlessly to scoop your purse up from the floor, holding the straps in a vice grip in his palm as he strode back toward the door. "Now, dove."

Keegan snorted a bit as he watched you get up, an apologetic smile on your face as you went to pick up your phone from the coffee table. "He always this cold? Don't know how you put up with it. If my bodyguard talked to me like that, I'd have 'em on the street before they could finish talking."

"Trust me—this is Ghost being nice." You leaned down to give Keegan a quick hug, arms looping around his neck and one of his falling around your waist. "Thanks for handling the mixing and stuff—let me know when you get the demo done?" The hair on the back of your neck prickled, knowing that Ghost was probably staring daggers at you.

"Course, babe. Shouldn't take me and my team that long, so keep your phone on you, yeah?" Keegan pulled away and gave your waist a gentle pat, gesturing to the door. "Better go before he drags you outta here."

You smiled apologetically once more, giving Keegan one last nod before you turned towards the door. The scowl on your face was heavy, eyes flitting angrily to meet Ghost's as you brushed past him and out of the door he was holding open for you.

You were storming halfway down the hallway when Ghost caught up with you easily. "What's got you steamin', dove? The fuck did I do?"

Spinning around on the heel of your sneaker, you turned to face Ghost, hands pushing against his chest rather weakly as you let out an annoyed scoff. "Are you kidding me, Ghost? You just completely embarrassed me in there—in front of Keegan for fuck's sake! You gotta be an asshole to every fucking guy I interact with?"

Ghost took the weak shove and barely moved, lips twitching under the fabric of his mask before he swallowed down the smirk that itched to be on his lips. He liked when you were angry.

"Don't know what you're talkin' about. You seemed pretty cozy with 'em when I got there—surely he won't hold it against you." Ghost's words sounded bitter, like they left a bad taste in his mouth and he was desperate to spit them off of his tongue. "It's not my fault you have an interview in an hour—blame your fuckin' manager for scheduling things when you'd rather be foolin' around with some rockstar."

You stood there, mouth agape and eyes narrowed as your fists balled angrily at your sides. "Is that what this is about? You're fucking jealous of Keegan or something? This is a new low—even for you, Ghost." You rolled your eyes as you continued storming down the hall, giving Ghost no choice but to follow behind you.

There was a tense silence as you made your way to the car waiting outside. You didn't even let Ghost open the back passenger door for you as you normally would, instead opting to throw it open yourself and crawl inside to the seat farthest away. Ghost didn't speak until the car began moving, the privacy partition raised up and leaving you two practically alone.

"It's not jealousy. My job is to protect you, and if that means from some guy ogling you with his arm around you, then so fuckin' be it." Ghost stated matter-of-factly, his voice cold and bitter as he stared out of the window next to him.

You snorted out an angry laugh, shaking your head as you glowered over at him from across the backseat. "Right—'cuz Keegan is so dangerous that I need you to come rescue me. Seriously, Ghost. Just fuck off 'till you figure your shit out, alright?"

The topic didn't come up between you two again for a week or two—but it was still palpable. You two hardly spoke to one another, hardly wanted to breathe the same air as the other. But he was your bodyguard, and you were his charge. You had to be around one another.

It only came up when Ghost and you were once again in the backseat of your car, heading to a photoshoot to shoot the cover of your upcoming single with Keegan. You were still sitting on opposite ends of the backseat, your elbow perched on the door's armrest and your chin digging into the palm of your hand.

"He's gonna be there." You said coldly, flicking your gaze over to Ghost sitting silently beside you. "So don't embarrass me again."

He didn't breathe a word, just giving you a bitter scoff before nodding curtly.

Ghost didn't even look at you until you made it to the photoshoot location, watching from the shadows behind the camera as you came out from the dressing room with Keegan. You two were laughing about something together, and Ghost immediately clocked the hand you rested on Keegan's forearm as you walked.

You were dressed in a flowing white gown, hair done up and pinned in ringlet curls around your face. Your usual dark sultry makeup was replaced by something softer, the apples of your cheeks a rosy pink and your usual red lipstick replaced by a peachy gloss. You looked ethereal, and Ghost couldn't help the way his eyes ravished your look.

Keegan was the opposite, dressed in an all-black three piece suit with cold silver jewelry and chains adorning his skin. His dark brown hair was slick with pomade and pushed up away from his icy eyes, the usual stud punched through his lip replaced by a sleek silver ring.

"You know how much I hate these photoshoots?" Keegan told you as he let the photographer put him in the position they needed, knees spread and back straight as he sat on an all-black throne.

You laughed softly as you nodded in agreement, following the photographer's instructions and settling yourself on one of Keegan's strong thighs. "You and me both. At least you look cool—I look like a fuckin' church girl right now."

Your eyes flicked up to meet Ghost's in the very back of the room, cheeks tinging even more pink as you noticed the way he was looking at you. It wasn't angry like it had been for a week now—it was hungry, like you were the prey and him the predator. It made knots tie themselves in your gut.

The feeling of Keegan's hand splaying across your stomach brought you back into the moment, letting out a shuddering breath as you shifted yourself into place. "You alright, kid? Spacing off even before the camera starts clicking."

"Sorry—just...got in my own head a bit." It wasn't a complete lie, but Keegan didn't have to know what had pushed you inside of yourself, didn't have to know that the way Ghost was staring at you like a man starved was the reason you were spacing out.

The photoshoot went on smoothly, the photographer snapping a few photos and maneuvering the pose ever so slightly. With each click of the camera, the photographer placed Keegan's hand higher and higher with each shot, the final pose eventually becoming Keegan's tattooed fingers splayed out on my throat.

Keegan was ever the gentleman he was, making sure you were comfortable and okay with the way things were going. All the while, Ghost remained a haunting figure both in the back of the room and the back of your head. No matter where you looked, your eyes always seemed to magnetize back to him.

You didn’t see Ghost again until you were back in the dressing room of the photography studio, makeup wipe in hand and scrubbing off the pretty makeup. You heard the door open and close behind you, but you didn’t turn around. “If you’re in here to say something snarky about today, save it, Ghost.” You mumbled softly, focusing on wiping the remaining gloss from your lips.

Ghost remained silent, his boots clacking against the linoleum floors as he stalked towards you. His arm stretched out, taking the makeup wipe from your hand and discarding it as he turned you to face him. This time, however, your eyes locked on the way his balaclava was pushed up under his nose to reveal only his lips, pink and puffed out as his tongue ran over them. You could see a glint of metal punched into the muscle of his tongue.

“Y’wanna know somethin’, dove?” Ghost’s voice was a gravelly whisper, rumbling deep inside of his chest as he held your body between his and the vanity you were standing in front of. “You were right. Maybe I was a little jealous—hell, still am, if m'being honest.”

You were breathless, eyes wide and lashes fluttering as your brain scrambled to catch up to the words coming from his mouth. You were too busy staring directly at his mouth, the closet you’ve gotten to ever seeing Ghost’s real appearance, your heart thundering in your chest as the sound of blood rushing filled your ears. “Why?” Your question was almost inaudible, the heavy breathing coming from both of your nostrils almost drowning it out entirely.

Ghost hummed softly, leaning down ever so slowly and making the bunched up fabric under his nose brush against yours. “Maybe I don’t like seein’ you with another guy. Y’know how much I wanted to fucking drag you off of that asshole’s lap today? To pull his hand off of your stomach, your chest, your throat? To rip him to fuckin’ pieces?”

Your chest heaved with ragged breaths, body fighting to keep itself from melting into a puddle on the floor below. You couldn’t help but grip onto the collar of Ghost’s shirt, eyes fluttering closed as his words washed over you like a tidal wave. “Ghost…”

“Tell me to stop.” Ghost hissed in your ear, his gloved hands moving from your shoulders and down your arms before finally landing with an almost bruising grip on your waist. The white fabric of your flowing gown bunched between his fingers. “You know how wrong this is? How much trouble I would be in for this? You’re my client. I shouldn’t want you this fuckin’ badly, dove.”

Your body squirmed in Ghost’s grasp, skin eager to feel him pressed up against you and snarling words into your ear. It was maddening in the best way possible. You couldn’t stop yourself. “Don’t stop, Ghost.” It was breathy and needy as it fell from your lips, but the groan it pulled from Ghost’s chest made it that much more powerful.

“Fuckin’ hell—you’re going to be the death of me, dove.”

(do i dare make a part 2 for this scene?👀)

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justmeinadaze · 7 months

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Children of the Night Part 2 (Steddie X You)

A/N: Shhhhhhhhh my angsty brain has entered the chat :P.

Warnings: Vampire Daddy Eddie/ Human (kinda switch) Steve/ Human Sub Fem Reader, SMUT, daddy kink (cause Im me), voyeurism (kinda; Eddie watches his baby girl and baby boy play), FLUFF, Steve talks about how he and Eddie first got together and their matching tattoos, ANGST (Sooooo much angst), Reader gets hurt (Shot) and the boys have to do sudo surgery to help her, blood drinking is mentioned in a bit of detail, reader touches on her rough childhood (brief), mentions of homophobia from their town and Steve's parents as well as some people online, Eddie waking up in the upside down is mentioned near the end.

Certain events from the show are mentioned (the deaths) but in this AU they'd happen in 2003 not 1986. I think that's everything.

Word count: 6110

When you woke up the next afternoon, Steve was missing and Eddie was fast asleep on his back beside you. Your eyes took a moment to fully take him in as you scanned the tattoos on his bare chest. He had a few mundane ones but a couple struck your attention. Near his heart was a month and a year; March 2003. Along one of his left ribs were lyrics from a song you knew fairly well; “You’re the closest to heaven that I’ll ever be” along with the initials S.H. and the year 2002.

Getting out of bed, you went on the hunt for Steve and found him in their kitchen washing dishes.

“Hey, Y/N.”

“Hi, Steve.”

The man softly smiles along with you as you reiterate each other’s names.

“Are you hungry? I can make you a sandwich.” When you nod he begins heading towards the fridge before pausing to face you again. “Um, full disclosure, Eddie’s blood that he snacks on is in here as well. It’s not…like…open or anything but I thought I should tell you just in case it makes you uncomfortable or…”

“Oh, no. It’s ok. I don’t mind.” Grinning at your answer, he pulls out everything he needs and places it on the counter. “If he has blood in the fridge then why does he feed on you? Is it different?”

“Uh, kind of. Think about it kind of like how we humans snack between meals.” His gentle honey eyes glance your way before he continues. “Plus, he doesn’t feel comfortable taking a lot from me. He’s afraid of doing real damage. What he does take isn’t enough to be long lasting.”

“He seems to really care about you. How long have you two been together?”

Steve chuckles as he continues to focus on the task in front of him. “I like how you just found out vampires are real but your first question to me is about our relationship.”

“Hm. Like vampires, a non-toxic relationship always seemed like a fairy tale.”

His eyes met yours before sliding over your food and you flash him a polite smirk as you thank him.

“Eddie and I have been together for a little over three years. We technically grew up together but didn’t get to know each other till his third senior year of high school. He failed a lot.”, he laughs under his breath.

“Three years…2002?” Steve gives you a quizzical look as he nods. “He has a tattoo with lyrics, initials, and that year. Are you S.H.?”

Raising his tank top, he shows you his own tattoo on his left rib.

“I’d give up forever to touch you. E.M. 2002.”

“The first time I made a move, this song was randomly playing on the radio. Eddie kept talking about how corny it was. I told him I thought it was romantic and the fucker laughed at me so of course I had to kiss him.” You giggled at his story as he took your empty plate and placed it in the sink. “After I thought I lost him, I got this tattoo.”

His face fell at the memory and your heart broke for him. Trying not to dwell, he quickly cleared his throat and tried to shift focus.

“Enough about me. Tell me more about you.”

“I mean you already know the bulk of me.”

“I know about Mina. I feel like I don’t know much about Y/N.”

“There isn’t much to tell. I’ve lived here my whole life. It’s pretty much been me and my best friend… I don’t have a lot of friends or family. I have a brother but…that’s a long story.”

“What about your parents?”

“Gone. My father died when I was young and my mother is in jail.” Steve’s head tilts at your confession, not in judgement but in understanding. “Are your parents still around?”

“Uh no. They were kind of out of my life long before we moved here. We grew up in a small town before we moved here and when rumors started to spread that I was ‘fucking the freak’ they cut me off and pushed me out.”

“Oh my god. I’m so sorry, Steve. What about Eddie’s parents?”

The watch on his wrist beeps as he glances towards the window.

“He’ll be up soon so you can ask him that yourself.”

***

“What are you doing?”, Eddie asked as he came back into his room.

You wanted to give them some time alone and allow the long-haired boy to eat without you gawking at him so you hid out in their bedroom and did some work on their computer.

“Hey. I hope it’s ok, I wanted to do some quick checks on your site since I wasn’t able to moderate last night.” Pulling up an extra chair, he sat beside you as his eyes scanned the screen in front of you. “So like cursing and some of these lewd sentences Steve doesn’t care about but things like this where people threaten to hurt others or… these homophobic comments.” Your eyes glance his way as a low growl rumbles from his chest. “I’m sorry.”

Eddie blinks as if coming back into the moment.

“No, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you—”

“No, I meant…sorry you have deal with ignorance like this.”

“I don’t care if it’s directed at me. I’ve dealt with it my whole life but… he deserves better.”

“Steve told me about his parents not approving of you two; that the town you came from called you a—”

“Freak. Yeah. I was always a bit different than people there; the nerd who played D&D whose father was arrested.” Your palm comfortingly rubs his shoulder and he sighs in pleasure at the action. “He told me your mother was arrested. May I ask what for?”

“Parental neglect.”

His eyes met yours as you both read each other. Two people in this world who understood what it was like to grow up a certain way; to be a part of a club no child should ever be a part of.

Managing a smile, you turn your attention back to the monitor to continue what you were doing before. Cold fingers run through your hair, gently petting your head as your eyes flutter closed.

“You can ask me questions now if you want to, sweetheart.”

Swiveling around in your chair to face him, you hang your head and he can’t help but look at you with confusion.

“I don’t want to hurt you or make you uncomfortable.”

“Hey.” He lifts up chin and gives you what he hopes is a comforting smile. “I’m telling you it’s alright.”

At that moment, Steve walks in, handing him a black mug that blocks out its contents, and takes a seat on the bed across from where you two were sitting.

“What does the tattoo on your chest mean? The 2003?”

On impulse his hand hovers over it through his shirt as he tenderly grins at you.

“That’s when I died. When my…human heart stopped beating. Steve says I’m too dramatic.”, he chuckles trying to lighten the mood.

“He is.”

“You two got together a year before he died? Steve…”

“We’ll save that particular story for another time, honey.”

“Are there other vampires?”

“Um, I’m not going to lie we aren’t sure. We’ve tried doing research but can’t seem to find much of anything. Same with our friends.”

“You have friends?” They both laugh at your question making you giggle to. “Sorry. I just meant that you both seem like you spend a lot of time alone.”

“That’s fair. One of our closest friends set up the stream for us and does some AV Club tech mumbo jumbo to reroute the feed so no one can find us.”

“Why did you guys decide to stream what you do?”

“Money.”, they answer at the same time.

“When we left our hometown, we left with nothing. We still need a roof, I need to eat food, and he needs to be safe.”, Steve explained.

“Ok, so, you need a roof but no coffin. I imagine because it’s now nighttime, sunlight is a no go?”

“That is correct. Um, silver seems to hurt a fucking lot and crosses. I heal pretty quickly and I’ve been able to heal him. It’s just those little bites though. Thankfully, we’ve never had to try bigger wounds.”

“Can you transform like Dracula?”

“Uh…I’m not sure you want to see that but yes. It’s not like one of those cute little black bats or anything. I shift into the bats that bit me.”

“That’s how you were turned?” Eddie nods. “Is that…is that what your scars are?”

“Another time, Y/N.”

“Steve…I told her it was ok to ask and will there ever be a good time to tell that story?”

“Jesus fucking Christ. Again, why the fuck do I even bother? You never listen.”

Eddie rolls his eyes and watches him stomp out of the room.

“And I’M the drama queen.”, he jokes.

“No, I understand. He lost the man he loved for a time. I can’t imagine what that does to someone.”

“Have you ever been in love, princess?”

“The way you guys are no. I thought I was once but…”

“It wasn’t with that douchebag right?”

“No.”, you nervously chuckle. “No. I think with John I thought it was better to go through what he put me through than be alone. I hate being alone.”

“Yeah…I know the feeling.”

“Eddie, did you kill him? John.”

The boy’s jaw clenched as looked away from you. “Yes.”

“What—What did you do with him?”

“It’s better if you don’t know, Y/N.”

“Is that normal for you? Killing people.”

Something in the atmosphere changed as the vampire beside you began breathing heavier.

“Is that what you think I am? Some fucking monster that just hunts people and murders them for their blood?!”

“Eddie.”, Steve tried to comfort him as he powerwalked back into the room when he heard his partners voice raise. “Baby, everything’s ok.”

“I’m NOT a monster. If anything he was for hurting you!”

“Eddie, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean for my question to come out that way. I just…I’m learning. I know you were protecting me. I don’t blame you.”

The man pushes Steve back and vanishes out of the room as he runs out the front door. Sighing, he puts his hands on his hips as he hangs his head.

“I told him I didn’t want to hurt him. He insisted I ask questions.”

“I know, honey. Eddie’s always been the kind of person that doesn’t know how strong he actually is. Because of that, he overestimates how much he can handle. I on the other hand know what I can and can’t. I’ve already had the worst day of my life so I imagine nothing can be heavier than that.” His eyes glance your way before continuing.

“He’s tried to explain to me before the feelings he gets but it’s hard without feeling them myself. Depending on the emotion, he says it can physically hurt. I imagine whatever he sensed the other night… it was bad for him to kill your boyfriend.”

“When he brought me here, you said you knew he killed him because you knew him.”

“Eddie’s like a knight in shining armor. If he senses someone he cares deeply for is in danger he’ll…he’ll do what needs to be done.”

“Did he do that for you?”

“Come on, Y/N. Let me drive you home.”

########

You couldn’t sleep at all that night, tossing and turning till you finally just gave up. Taking a seat at your own computer, you decided to do some research of your own.

“E.M. +mysterious death+ S.H.”

A few things came up at first but nothing really stood out until you landed on small publication from a tiny news station in Indiana.

“City mogul’s son Steve Harrington missing; 2 of towns prominent citizens murdered!”

“S.H.”, you mumbled to yourself as you continued to read.

“Police found the bodies of two young men brutally murdered outside of the Forest Hills Trailer Park this past Wednesday, June 15, 2003. The boys had recently graduated from Hawkins High School and it is unknown at this time what they were doing in the area as that was not their place of residence.

Wayne Munson, fugitive Eddie Munson’s uncle, told our reporters that it wasn’t uncommon for people to come and harass him but there is no proof that is why they were there. Further analysis of the crime scene found the young Harrington’s DNA mixed with the others but his location at this time is undetermined.”

“E.M.”, you sigh, clicking the hyper link on his name.

There he was. A picture of a younger Eddie with a group of boys wearing a shirt that read “Hellfire” in front of what looked to be a high school cafeteria wall. He looked a bit different than he did now. As he bit his bottom lip flashing the rock & roll symbol with his hands, he seemed happy. Nothing in his demeanor that you saw matched the headline that followed.

“Eddie Munson Wanted for Murder of Young Girl.”

“Edward Munson is the prime suspect in the murder of young Hawkins High Cheerleading Senior Chrissy Cunningham who was violently butchered in the younger Munson’s residence before he fled the scene. Munson is wanted and possibly armed so proceed with caution! Call Chief Powell if you notice anything suspicious.”

There were more articles underneath discussing the case as new murders piled up and Eddie was blamed for every one of them.

“I’m not a monster.” Eddie had insisted and you believed him but obviously something happened.

Knocking on your front door gave you pause and you hastily turned off your monitor before running to answer it.

“Arthur. How can I help you?”

“Where is my brother?”, he snarled.

“I don’t know. I haven’t seen John in two days.”

“Bullshit! He said he was coming over here to talk to you but he never came back home.” Shoving his shoulder into the door, he pushed past you to look around your house.

“Arthur, get the fuck out! I told you he’s not here! I don’t know where he is!”

“Oh you don’t? How did you get that black eye, Y/N?”

“A souvenir he gave me before he fucking left.”

“Problem?” You jumped 3ft in the air when another man entered your house but this one you didn’t mind. Steve squared his shoulders as he placed himself in front of you. “I think she’s made it perfectly clear that he’s not here.”

“And who the fuck are you?”

“That’s none of your fucking business. Now…leave.”

Arthur strides forward till he’s face to face with the man in front of you as they stare each other down.

“It’s my business if you did something to him. If that whore is fucking you and John found out he would have made sure that neither of you were heard from again.”

“Get. Out.” Steve’s voice startled you. In all the time you had known him, you had never heard him be so authoritative. “This is my final warning.”

They stared at each other for another few seconds before Arthur bumped his shoulder with his own and stomped out the door. The man’s demeanor in front of you instantly deflated as he turned to check on you.

“Are you alright? Eddie sensed something and—”

Your lips cut him off as they crashed to his own. It took a moment for his brain to catch up with what was happening but when it did, he fully embraced it as his palms came up to cup your face and hold you close. As you pulled away, his thumbs caress your cheek tenderly as he smiles.

It all happens so fast.

There’s a loud bang and a sudden sting that pierces your side. Your hands shoot out to grab his biceps as the sound of growling and screaming fills the room.

“Steve?”

Your knees buckle as he catches you and once again you hear the familiar sound of their heated words.

“We have to get her back to our house! Come on!”

“No! She needs to go to a hospital!”

“If she goes to hospital, Steve, she WILL die! This isn’t a debate.” You wince when your roughly lifted into arms and the wind blows through your hair as you’re placed down on something hard. “Ok, princess. We’ll be right back.”

As soon as you start to cry, you feel a palm moving your hair out of your face.

“No! We have to get the bullet out first. Fucking hell! I still think she should be at a hospital. We don’t even know if you can heal a wound like this!”

“You can yell at me fucking later! Do whatever you have to do!”

“Eddie?” The vampire kneels beside you as he tries to dry the tears that are falling down your face. “I-I don’t think… you’re a monster.”

“Baby, don’t worry about that right now, okay?”

“I’m sorry. I like you both a lot…fuck…I think I could have been…a-a good Mina to your stream.”, you laugh weakly.

“STEVEN!”

“I’m coming! Ok, shit. Roll her on to her side and hold her still. I need her still, Eddie. Y/N, bite down on this ok, honey. I’m not going to lie; this is really going to fucking hurt.”

You take the wooden spoon he hands you and place it between your teeth as the long-haired boy holds you firmly in his grasp. You had never felt anything this bad before. As Steve dug into your wound, you bit down so hard on the material in your mouth you thought it would break.

“I know. I know, baby. You’re almost through this!”, he soothed through gritted teeth as he focused on the task in front of him.

You tried so hard to stay still but every synapse in your brain was telling you to run from the thing causing you this much pain. Eddie’s grip tightened as he held you in place while he squeezed his eyes shut. The truth was he could feel your hurt and Steve’s panic which was tearing him apart. That mixed with the delicious smell of your blood on their table was making things even harder for him.

“Got it! Go, Ed.”

He released you from his hold, quickly yanked off his shirt, and reached for the butcher knife to cut a line along his chest. Steve placed you gently on his lap as the vampire positioned your head towards the wound.

“Come on, sweetheart. I need you to drink.”

A little bit of his blood dripped onto your lower lip and your eyes widened at the taste. It was the most delicious thing you had ever had in your life. Your mouth opened wider as your limp arm tangled around his neck, bringing him closer to you as you did what he commanded.

“Fuck…is…is it working, Steve?”, Eddie moaned.

The man nodded as his eyes remained studiously on your back as he watched it gradually begin to heal. The metalhead’s fingers threaded through your hair as he held you to him.

“Baby, you-you may have to pull her…away when its time because…fuck this feels so fucking good.”

“Ok…Ok, Y/N. You’re good. Let’s not push it.” As Steve reached for you, the metalhead growled like a dog with you try to take away its toy. “Eddie…I have to take her. We don’t know what too much of your blood can do.”

To his surprise, it was his partner that pull your hair, tugging you back so his lips could mingle with your now stained ones. Your own palms cupped his cheek as his tongue invaded your mouth making you moan at the feeling. You didn’t think anything of it when his kisses travelled to your neck.

“Eddie. No.”, Steve warned but his boyfriend didn’t hear. He was so wrapped in your taste and smell as he continued to move.

Abruptly, he hissed and dropped you to the floor as he ran out of the house.

“Wh-What happened?”

“Come on, honey. Let’s get you into the shower.”, Steve deflects as he put the little silver cross in his pocket and lifts you into his arms.

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With your knees under your chin, you sat in the warm water and allowed Steve to clean you. He originally planned on leaving you alone but you begged him to sit with you. Rolling up his sleeves, he placed himself on the floor facing you as he washed the blood from your skin.

“Are you alright, Y/N?” As you nod your head, his fingers gently reach under your chin, and turn you to look at him. “Can you verbally answer me?”

“I’m ok. I’m… No, you won’t believe me.”

“Baby, I’m in love with a vampire. You’d be surprised what I believe.”, he jokes; softly grinning when you laugh.

“I’m…more in shock that…Arthur tried to kill me. I… I knew John was….you know…John but. I just never thought either of them would hurt me like that. I-If it wasn’t for you two…I wouldn’t be here.”

“Shhh, hey, everything’s alright. You’re safe now. Nothing like that is ever going to happen to you again. I’m sorry I couldn’t…protect you…but thankfully Eddie got there in time to keep things from getting worse.”

“Steve, what are you taking about? You did protect me. I was so scared but I felt safer when you showed up. You also just kept me from dying so I’d say you did more than protect.” Your eyes scanned him over as you politely smiled before getting to his feet and helping you out of the tub. “I feel like I should tell you something.”

“Some other time, pretty girl.”

After pulling one of their shirts over your head, he goes on the hunt for shorts so you would feel less exposed.

“Steve Harrington.” The man freezes in place as he listens to you speak. “Eddie Munson. Two boys from Indiana who went missing. One around March 2003 and the other a few months later.”

“Steve?” Eddie was suddenly in their bedroom doorway with a concerned look on his face. “Sweetheart, what’s wrong? I felt you in pain.”

“Wanted for murder of three kids including a high school cheerleader.” The vampire swiveled his head in your direction as his eyes narrowed. “I-I found some articles online. There were also two boys murdered outside of…Wayne Munson’s trailer the night Steve disappeared.”

“I know you didn’t kill those kids—”

“The first 3, no. The two a few months later—”

“Shut up, Eddie.”, Steve huffs. “I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Then leave and I’ll tell her.”

“No.”, the man responds curtly as he kicks back into gear and finds a pair of boxers, tossing them in your direction. “I don’t feel comfortable leaving you alone with her right now.”

“Excuse me?”, the vampire snarled as his posture straightened. “I just helped save her life.”

“You also were about to drain her and I’m not going to let you do that! She deserves better!”

“You keep saying that like living with me is a chore, Steven. Like you’re in prison or hell.”

“We’re both in fucking hell, Edward. That’s what this is.”, he gestures around him.

“You can leave any time you want to, babe.”

“Don’t you do that! After everything I do for you and everything we’ve been through, don’t condescend to me!”

“What do you want from me?! Do you want me to go back where I came from? Act like I didn’t fucking crawl to get back to you.”

Steve’s fist raised and you gasped as he smacked the vampire in the face.

“You don’t get to do that. I was there to, Eddie.”, he sighs as he comes to sit on the edge of the bed. “I’m tired. All the running, hiding, and fighting…worrying. If you bite her, all of that becomes her burden to. And god forbid we ever need to run again, I don’t want her to experience what I did. To know that empty feeling I experienced when I thought you were gone.”

Dropping the shorts he handed you to the floor, you went to sit beside him and tenderly ran your fingers through his hair.

“Even before we began talking, I watched you take care of him. I’ve never seen a love like that before. My parents hated each other and all my exes were trash. Steve… you deserve to feel good to. You deserve to have a good life. Let me…help you.”

With your hand on his cheek, you turned him to face you, bringing his lips back to yours.

“It’s ok, baby. You can use me. Let go.”, you whispered when you felt him holding back.

Steve glanced towards Eddie who smiled in return before grabbing the desk chair and placing himself in front of you both.

“Go ahead, sweetheart. Daddy can take care of himself tonight. Take control. Show Y/N what King Steve Harrington could do.”

Something flashed in the boy’s gaze when it shifted back to you; something more dominate you had never seen from him before in their previous streams. Pushing you back towards the pillows, his kisses came at a much more hectic and stronger pace.

Your fingers tugged at his shirt and he quickly pulled it off, groaning into your lips as your palm ran down his chest. His own hand caressed your thighs, slowly tracing your skin till his digits found their way between your folds.

“Please. Touch me, Steve. Can you feel how wet I am for you?”

Heavily sighing, his eyes locked with yours as his middle finger slid into your entrance.

“Fuck me. Honey, your so fucking tight.” As he slowly moved his finger, his thumb began circling your clit causing your eyes to roll as you moaned. “She’s just fucking clinging to me, Daddy. Shit.”

Eddie stifled a groan of his own as he palmed the bulge in his jeans.

“Yeah? Why don’t you put another finger in there? Give her taste of what she’s in for.”

“Can I taste you?”, you plead.

Watching with eager eyes, you wait as he leans back to push off his pants and hastily gets to his knees, pumping his cock in his hand as he brings it to your lips.

“Jesus, Steve. You’re so fucking big.” Your tongue darts out to lick the precum from his tip and the whimper he makes has you clenching, desperately needing him to put his fingers back into your needy hole.

“Say it again.”

“Your cock is so big. It’s gonna stretch me open.”

“Fuck—yeah I am, baby. Open your mouth.” You do as he instructs, opening your mouth wide as you stick out your tongue. “Good girl, Y/N.”

Thrusting his hips, his length moves between the opening making him mewl as he lifts up your shirt and kneads your breast with his hand. Hearing someone spit, he glances towards Eddie right as he was bending over his dick, allowing a glob of drool to land on the tip before stroking it along himself.

Steve couldn’t take it anymore as he turned your head towards him and fully pushed his cock down your throat. While one hand petted your hair, the other returned to your cunt as he slid two of his fingers inside of you and pumped them at a fast pace. You were barely able to catch any form of breath as you whimpered and your throat constricted around him.

“Goddamn it. Yes! Come on, baby. Cum. Cum for me.”

As his fingers curled inside of you, you moaned loudly as he held your head still while the dam broke and you came.

Steve’s eyes were wild with lust as he pulled back and passionately kisses your lips as you gradually came down from your high.

“Come on, Y/N.”, he murmured. “Let’s give Daddy a good show.”

You allowed him to take control as he moved you around till you both were facing Eddie with you on your hands and knees. The wheels of the desk chair rumbled along the floor as the vampire scooted till he was level with your face. His cold fingers grazed you skin as he helped you take of your shirt before caressing your cheek.

“You both look so beautiful like this. God, I wish you two could smell and feel how I do. You’re right, princess. He needed this. All that fucking testosterone of being in control just radiating from him and the scent of your cunt just begging for him. Fuck me.”

While Eddie talked Steve positioned himself behind your body, mewling as he guided himself into you. The metalhead grinned as he watched your eyebrows scrunch together as he began stroking his cock again at the sight.

“I know, baby. You can take it. G-Good girl. Look at Daddy, sweetheart. Fuck, you’re so pretty. How does she feel, Steve?” The man had both eyes closed while his hands took hold of your waist as he did small thrusts inside you. “Steve Harrington, I asked you something.”

“Tight…warm…fuck…”, he grunted.

“What about you, baby girl?”

“Full. He-He’s so deep. Agh!”, you whine as Steve roughly smacks his hips against yours. “Can I kiss you, please?”

Nodding his head, his fingers tangle in your hair as he leans forward allowing you to taste his lips. You groan as the man behind picks up his rhythm at the sight, thrusting into you with purpose as he hits your sensitive spot over and over.

“Don’t take your eyes of me.”, Eddie commands as he leans back and continues stroking his dick in front you.

Steve leaned his chest onto you to your back, reaching under your body to play with your nipples and massage your tits in his large palms.

“You feel so good, Y/N. So fucking wet and tight. Fuck. You take me so well, pretty girl. I knew—mmm—I knew from the first moment we talked to you…”

“W-What, baby? What did you know? Tell me, please.”

“You’re different.”, he grunted in your ear. “You don’t deserve the bullshit you’ve been through.”

Your arm reached around his neck and tilted his head so you could kiss his lips.

“I don’t ever have to worry about that again right, Steve? I’m safe with you two.”

“Fuck.”, the man growled as he pushed up onto his knees, tugging back on your hair to bring you with him. “Yeah, honey. You’re safe.”

“Jesus, it’s been—mmph—its been awhile since I’ve seen dominate Steve.”

You don’t see it but the man smirks at his vampire boyfriend as he thrusts faster into you, clinging to your body as his fingers come down to rub your clit.

“Cum, baby. Please. I need to feel you squeeze my dick the way you squeezed my fingers. Make sure y-you keep your eyes on Daddy when you do, pretty girl.”

You did as you were told, staring into Eddie’s beautiful brown eyes as you moaned Steve’s name till you were blinded by white and nearly collapsed in his arms.

“Yes! Good girl. Such a good, beautiful girl. Where can I cum, honey?”

“In-Inside. Please.”, you mumbled.

Steve glanced towards Eddie who nodded in approval and with a few more rough pumps you felt him coat your insides.

“Shit. Come here, big boy.”

After carefully pulling out of you, you watched with half lidded eyes as Steve dutifully jumped down in front of him and took his partners cock into his mouth. Eddie groaned as his movements began choppy and he came down the boy’s throat.

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Eddie coughs before his eyes shoot open and he sits up from his spot on the cold concrete.

“Dustin? Henderson?!” Panic sets in as the silence around him become deafening. “S-Steve?”

Slowly, he wobbled to his feet taking in the upside down around him. All the bats were dead and there was none of the thunder or rumbles that had been there before. He groaned as his arms gripped his stomach. He was in an immense amount of pain. It wasn’t like a physical pain but something could almost feel in his soul.

“Eddie…”

“Steve?” The metalhead turned in every direction but didn’t see the man he loved anywhere.

“I miss you so much. I feel so lost without you, baby.”

“Steve!? I’m here! I’m right here!” Hobbling towards his trailer, he began to hear faint music.

“And all I can taste is this moment And all I can breathe is your life And sooner or later, it's over I just don't wanna miss you tonight.”

Something in the atmosphere changed and Eddie felt it immediately.

Danger.

The man’s eyes went black, his mind filling with Steve as he ran almost violently through the wall of his home and jumped through the gate in the roof onto the floor of the dark trailer below.

Your eyes shot open as you gasped awake.

“Well, that’s new.”, Eddie said sarcastically as he scanned you over.

“Hey, honey. You’re okay. Here drink this.”, Steve cooed as he hurried back into the bedroom with a bottle of water. “You’re safe, remember. It was just a nightmare.”

“No…it wasn’t.” Your eyes met with the vampires as he sighed and turned towards Steve. “She just experienced one of my memories.”

“How do you know that?”, he asked.

“I felt it. It was the same way I felt…when I woke up and…”

The other man held up his hand to silence him. “Maybe she drank enough of your blood for that to happen? I mean I’m not surprised if drinking your blood can heal, who knows what else it can do.”

“Or your dick is just that amazing.”

Steve rolled his eyes as he smirked in his boyfriend’s direction. It took them a moment to realize you had started crying as you wrapped your arms around Eddie’s neck.

“I’m so sorry you went through that. Waking up alone like that in that scary place and then feeling what you felt.” After you let him go, he kissed your forehead and Steve climbed in beside you. “There’s a lot I don’t know, huh.”

They both nodded and you did that same before laying down flat in their bed once more.

“While you were asleep I cleaned you but I wasn’t sure if you needed anything else. Do you need anything?”

“No, Steve. Thank you.”

Turning off the light beside the bed, he rolled back over to be met with your awaiting arms as you circled them around his waist and rested your head on his chest. When you absently raised your arm in the air, they both seemed confused until you found Eddie’s wrist and tugged his own limbs around your hip.

“Thank you both for what you did today.”

“Of course, sweetheart.”

As your eyes drift shut again, you feel the vampire move as he reaches over to caress Steve’s cheek and in return the man leans into it as he kisses his palm.

“I’m sorry for what I said about how you could leave if you wanted to. Sometimes I forget that pain you went through without me since I was knocked out for most of it. Feeling her dream…my memory…when I woke up, Steve, it was the first thing I felt…your grief. I can understand you not wanting her to feel that.”

“Taking care of you isn’t chore for me. I like looking out for you but I know a lot of that is panic. I work so hard to keep things the same because if they are then I know the outcome. Honestly, she scares me. Like you I like Y/N a lot but it’s been a while since we’ve been vulnerable like this, Eddie. Tonight, we got lucky but what if other bad things happen?”

“Then like tonight, I’ll handle it. You’re not alone anymore, sweetheart. We can do anything together right?” Steve’s exhales before he nods. “One day at a time, baby. Let’s just focus on the positive…like me getting to watch my two beautiful babes go at it.”

Eddie sticks out his tongue making the man chuckle.

“The three of us will have to talk about that part more but IS it ok if I’m her Daddy to?”

“Yeah, yeah of course, honey. As long as you and she are comfortable with it. Baby girl doesn’t know what she’s in for when it comes to you.”

“Well, she’ll find out soon enough.”

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fan-goddess · 9 months

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Sugar daddy!aegon x reader au?

Authors note: Yeah sure I’ll definitely try! I kinda adjusted it so it’s still technically sugar daddy!Aegon but with a sort of relationship with it as well… it’s complicated. Also the plot is kinda similar to my onset patience, but we’ll just ignore that…

Taglist: @lovelykhaleesiii, @arcielee, @blue-serendipity,

Warnings: Sugar daddy stuff, allusions to smut, some angsty stuff, some fluffy stuff

The sound of your phones notifications made your heart pick up, and when you read them your face just instantly brightened.

You’d met Aegon on an official sugar baby app a few months ago. He was a little older yes, but he was honestly the nicest person when you’d begun to talk to him, and it helped he was somehow both the cutest and the hottest guy you’ve ever seen.

You hadn’t done anything like being a sugar baby before in your life, but the recent increase in the economy meant your life had gotten ten times harder, in every way that was possible. Soon, the pay you got at your simple job wasn’t cutting it, and the bills were piling up, as well as the worry of paying for your schooling.

One of your coworkers, a darling woman only a few years older who you’d confessed your money issues to, had recommended the app. Claiming she’d used it during her own schooling years and it payed well. All you needed to do was know who was a creep and who was actually a sweetheart.

When you had downloaded it, at first the app had just stayed unopened for weeks. Merely sitting there in your home screen, practically mocking you whenever you went past it. The bright pink colour of the icon effortlessly drawing your attention to it every time. You only opened it by accident, only after you went to go into your camera app to take some random picture, and yet when you realised you were looking at the log in screen for the app, you just couldn’t find yourself closing the app. Instead, you took a deep breath while staring at the screen, and filled out the necessary information with nervous breaths.

It’d been a couple days before you received your very first message. An ordinary looking guy at first glance, who according to his profile was in his forties and worked in a high position in a kind of security firm. Though when you opened the message, you found no helloes no asking how your day was. Instead, his first message was him just wanting to know if you would be interested in sending him some feet pics. To be honest, you don’t think you’ve ever blocked anyone faster than what you did then. Still, you didn’t get any more notifications from the app for a while, and even though you didn’t necessarily want the app in the first place, you must admit that your self esteem certainly went a little down hill.

However, a couple more weeks had passed when you woke up with a message request saying someone was interested, and when you looked at his profile, you honestly felt your cheeks become deep red with blush. He had a silvery-blonde hair colour that you’d never seen on anyone before, and his eyes were a gorgeous shade of purple that made them look almost lavender. When you finally stopped gawking at the profile and looked at what he’d sent you, silently praying that it wouldn’t be like the first time, you’d been so relieved to have been greeted with just a simple hello with a matching emoji. It was so simple, and yet you found it so easily adorable as well.

You couldn’t deny that he was attractive, and it wasn’t long till you found yourself answering to him and actually talking to him. Again, you were nervous he’d try and sneak in questions on feet, but the relief hit you hard when no conversations like that even happened. In all honesty, it didn’t even feel like you were talking to a sugar daddy. If felt like you were taking to a friend.

Though that friend bubble needed to be broken, and soon the topic of why the both of you were on the app came up. You’d confessed how you were in money troubles, and Aegon told you about his desire to treat someone with a kind of kindness that he never really received. He said that he liked to feel like he was wanted, even if it was for money, which is all honestly made you quite sad for him, and when you told him your concerns about that he just brushed it off quickly, as if he was used to it.

Though soon, an agreement was made between the two of you. He’d take you out for all these nice things, get to parade you proudly at family events and in return, he’d pay you for your time generously and get to treat you every so often.

One of the guidelines of the app when you first signed up included answering whether you’d be interested in having sexual relations with your sugar daddy, and you’d ticked yes with the image of this gorgeous older man in mind. You were almost tempted to change it after the feet guy, but you were glad you didn’t. Aegon had made it clear he’d never force you to have sex with him, a fact you were grateful of. Yet even so, there was this sort of line between the both of you that every so often kept getting smudged and blurred.

If you could’ve, you probably would’ve blamed Aegon and his stupidly pretty face. The first time it happened, he’d taken you to some high class bar, and of course as Aegon did he bought some very expensive wine. You were never good handling your drink, and Aegons flirtatious words that you usually would just slyly answer back with a smile, became too much for tipsy you as your face began to go warm and flush a deep red as you began to heavily flirt back with a hand on his arm. Sober you the next morning, while you laid in bed naked under the sheets with your legs numb after cumming around five times, couldn’t help but feel an immense pride as the image of Aegons flustered smiles came to memory.

Though soon that line got crossed over again, then again, then again. Until nearly every time Aegon took you out for a meal with his family or some kind of business type of situation, it ended in him driving you home, then fucking you stupid either in the car or in your or his bed.

It was a similar type of deal today, as tonight was a family dinner that Alicent claimed was arranged months ago. However, unbeknownst to her it was also the year anniversary of when you agreed to be Aegons sugar baby, and if the both of you had been able to have your way then there’s no doubt of mind the evening would’ve been spent by ordering food in and putting on a random movie the two of you could make fun of.

After Alicent had called him to remind him, Aegon had made sure to let you know that he wasn’t forcing you to go to this, and that he could most likely handle the evening by himself. But to his surprise, you’d persisted and actually said it’ll be nice to see his relatives. “I swear I’ll pay you like, five times I usually do darling! Fuck I am so lucky to have you!” He exclaimed pecking at your forehead with small kisses in gratitude. You can’t deny the slight twinge in you guy that you felt at the reminder of him paying you, but it didn’t matter to you at that moment. Only Aegon currently mattered.

The piece currently laying on your bed in front of you was something Aegon had suggested. A little thing he joked would help get the both of you through the no doubt soul sucking dinner with his family. It was a basic piece, just a red lace set of a matching bra and panties. Yet when you showed him what they looked like on you in the store, you could see it in his eyes that he was on the very edge of being brought on his knees from the sight alone.

When you put it on and posed with it in front of the mirror just now, you could’ve help but feel slightly excited for what’ll possibly happen later. You pare the piece with a deep blue dress that Aegon always compliments you in, and when you get the text to let you know that he’s waiting for you downstairs, you can’t help the smile and the slight blush from appearing.

As you step out of your building and look around, it’s not hard to spot the near comical looking gold painted car that Aegon had affectionately nicknamed Sunfyre. It’s a ridiculous looking thing to see you have to admit, but it’s such an Aegon car that you can’t help but secretly adore it.

When you get in, Aegon gives a small teasing whistle while he looks you up and down in appreciation. “Fuck baby… gonna make me wanna stay in and have you for dinner…” he grins. “Did you wear the piece?” You choose to not directly answer, and instead you simply pull the sleeve of your dress down slightly to reveal the contrasting red fabric with a cheeky smile. “Good girl” He smiles before placing a possessive hand on your thigh and starting the car before driving in the direction of the restaurant.

When you get two eventually get there, you’re both greeted with Alicents smiling face. It’s sort of funny that Alicent doesn’t know how you and Aegon really met, or the real contact of the two of yous relationship. If she ever did find out how you met, she’d probably lose her mind.

For the rest of the night, you play the part of the loving and doting girlfriend to perfection. You make sure to talk to Helaena about her current affairs, and when Alicent attempts to inquire more about your and Aegons early relationship before he introduced you to them all, you make these stories sound so real that there’s even an almost wistful tone in your voice. You can even see Aegon looking at you out of the corner of your eyes with an almost saddened look, yet still you choose to ignore it and continue on with the night.

By the end, Alicent makes sure to let you know that she loves you, and talks all about how much she looks forward to making you an official daughter of hers. As much as the idea makes your stomach twist, you have to awkwardly laugh it off and move backwards towards the car while Aegon makes quick work of distracting her while she begs for some more grandchildren. When you get in, you turn the radio on to some random station and wait for Aegon to get in and start the car.

“I’ve transferred you the money, you wanna stay at mine or stay at yours?” He asks as he starts the car and drives off.

“I got an early class tomorrow, so mine please Aeg.” You smile, turning to him to speak before looking back out of the window to the scenery.

The rest of the car ride is filled only with the sound of some cheesy pop song playing on the radio, while you attempt to pass the time by variating between looking out the window and scrolling aimlessly on Instagram. You can still see Aegon peeking over at you every so often, and still you just pretend like you don’t see it.

Though when Aegon places a hand on your upper thigh, you can’t deny the warm feeling you feel in your lower belly, and in turn like a reflex you place your own hand on his, and lazily stroke a finger on the warm skin.

It’s late that night, when you find sleep eluding you can’t help yourself from tossing and turning in your bed. A couple times you even find yourself reaching out for Aegons warmth, and feel even more miserable every time when your hand makes contact with the cool sheets.

It’s around half eleven though when there’s a strange knock on the door, and when you answer it in your silk nightgown, you can’t even hide surprise on your face when your eyes make contact with Aegons.

“What are you doing here?” The breathless tone you speak in surprises even you.

“I couldn’t sleep…” Aegon mutters. He’s dressed in casual clothing, but he obviously didn’t dress himself with style as an intention, cause if you weren’t as tired as you were you’d joke he looked like Valyrian Adam Sandler. His eyes are drawn to the floor, and when you look down too you can’t hide the amusement when you realise he’s actually looking at the skin of your legs. “Needed to see you, as I missed you…” You can’t deny the warm feeling in your chest and the small smile you can’t resist when you hear Aegons confession, cause it’s just what you were feeling half an hour ago yourself.

You can’t deny it for both for him and yourself as you step aside and motion for him to come in. Aegon trails in as you shut the door and lock it behind him, and yet he does’t take much time to drag himself to your bed and strip himself down to his underwear and get under the covers.

When you walk back to your bedroom to join him, it’s almost as if it’s automatic when he opens his arms to welcome you in a cuddle, and when you do give in and let his arms surround you in a hug, you can’t help but smile in the comforts of his chest as his body heat seems to completely surround you, and you just get this feeling of safety rushing over you.

When you signed up to the sugar baby app, you never thought you’d meet a guy like Aegon, and as you feel yourself become sleepy with the mixed sound of his light snores and his heartbeat, you honestly don’t think you’d change or willingly drop this agreement for anyone else.

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yunjardi · 2 years

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my heart bel♡ngs to daddy [series]

[young sugar daddy jake x fem.reader au]

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[check here for this series's general warnings and playlist]

[‼️chapter warnings‼️: smut [mdni], fluff, angsty thoughts, self doubt, one nsfw link, unprotected sex (pls use protection gang), daddy kink, mutual masturbation, getting each other off, slight voyeurism for a second, fingering, public sex, mirror sex, orgasm denial, use of the nicknames baby, princess, and slut]

*let me know if i missed anything <3

*sorry if there are any grammar errors

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chapter 2: luxury is a love language

"have you ever had a sugar daddy before?" jake asked as he looked up at you with shy puppy dog eyes. you looked at him with mild disbelief and confusion. "a w-what?" you sputtered, unsure if you heard him correctly and needing confirmation.

"a sugar daddy, princess. have you ever had one?" jake asked again with a chuckle, feeling a little more confident now that he's reasking the question. "i, um, n-no i haven't," you stuttered nervously, "why do you ask?" jake took a sip of his water from his wine glass before starting again. "because i wanna be the man that spoils you; the man who gives you whatever you want whenever you want it. yeah, the term sugar daddy is awkward, i'll admit, but if you want me to put things into formal terms, i, jake sim, want to be your sugar daddy," he said as he gazed deeply into your eyes, smirking, "seeing the way your face lit up when i got you that diamond necklace made me want to spoil you even more. such a pretty baby like you deserves to have anything and everything her heart desires."

you had no clue what to say to him at first, but you decided that you wanted to give it a try. it's just companionship and sex, right? "i, y/l/n y/n, humbly accept your offer to be the most spoiled girl in the world," you smirked as he smiled brightly.

from this day forward, you belonged to jake sim... in a sugar daddy relationship way, of course; nothing more, right?

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"he's your what?!" yeji yelled as you two sat in your lecture together. "shush! it's on the down-low!" you whisper-yelled as your brought your finger up to your lip in shushing motion. "the hickeys on your neck prove otherwise," yeji snickered, "wait, but what about jeongin?" yeji asked in a quieter voice this time as she glanced over to the side of the room where he sat with his friends.

oh yeah... yang jeongin...

jeongin has been interested in you for a little while now, and you two got along great even though you only hung out a handful of times. the last few days have been so eventful that you completely forgot that you agreed to go to a new boba shop together this upcoming weekend. you'd be lying if you said that he didn't give you butterflies whenever you saw or spoke to him (he was very charming and cute), but now that you had jake in your life, you were unsure.

you mentally slapped yourself at the thought of jake being anything but your sugar daddy and ultimately decided to go forward with your plan to meet up with jeongin at the end of the week.

jake is only your sugar daddy; your relationship with him is strictly sex and companionship with a money reward.

"y/n, you're staring into space again," yeji pointed out as you flinched in surprise, "so, are you still gonna go out with jeongin?" she asked curiously, and you nodded in response.

"i promise that jake and i are nothing more than a 'fake couple,'" you assured her. yeji sighed as if she was disappointed. "if you say so," she said in a singsong-y tone, making you roll your eyes sarcastically.

"i'm gonna go now, okay? i'll see you at work, yej," you said as you hugged her, walking out of the lecture hall afterward to look for jake's fancy car. he wanted to hang out before you started your shift at work, so he was picking you up from school, which you found kinda cute. that thought made you mentally slap yourself again.

just then, you spotted jake who had his back against his car, looking around for you the same way you were looking around for him. you couldn't help but giggle at the fact that he looked like a cute, lost puppy while he was looking around for you.

"jake!" you called out from across the street, causing him to immediately snap his head toward the direction in which you were calling him. he crossed the street quickly to meet you halfway then proceeded to take your hand and lead you back to his car.

you noticed the way he was blushing and smiling ear to ear and, again, couldn't help but giggle at his puppy-like mannerisms. "someone missed me," you teased as he opened the car door for you.

"how could i not miss my beautiful girl?" jake questioned as he leaned in to give you a kiss on the cheek. your heart exploded every time jake referred to you as his, but you had to sternly remind yourself that he isn't you boyfriend and never will be, though it made your heart break to admit. "so where to?" jake asked as he started his car, pulling out of the parking spot. "hm..." you thought out loud, "probably my place first. after all, i still have to get ready for work before we go anywhere." jake nodded as he kept his pretty eyes on the road. you seemed to notice every little mannerism of his; the way he puts his hand over his mouth when he starts to laugh, the way he puts his hand on the nape of his neck when he got shy or nervous, the way he taps his fingers on the steering wheel when you're sitting in traffic together, the way he smiles right after he kisses you, the way he pulls you close while you two are out shopping together.

'i will not fall for jake sim,' you forced yourself to believe.

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you had to take a deep breath before letting jake into your little rental townhome. your house wasn't exactly shitty, but it definitely paled in comparison to his place.

nervously, you opened the door to reveal the inside of your house which was decorated as if a child lived there; plushies on the couch, pastel pink curtains, dumb drawings that you and yeji drew hanging on the fridge, your blind cave tetra (a drunken purchase) named perry who was swimming around in his fishbowl, and a collection of cute knickknacks displayed in a glass case as if they were precious gems. immediately, you felt embarrassed that you just let jake inside your funhouse of an townhome, but he didn't seem to mind.

"o-oh yeah, sorry about the decor," you laughed nervously, "it's probably a bit goofy considering how beautifully decorated your house is." he giggled as he looked around the room. "i think it's cute," he said as he approached your couch, "i'll sit down with the other guests." he smiled as he pointed at the multiple plushies you had placed meticulously against the couch cushions, sitting down next to them and putting one on his lap. "you're adorable," you teased as you walked into your room, which was decorated exactly like the rest of your house, to get ready for work.

you decided to leave your door unclosed because you really didn't have anything to hide from jake, so you just began to undress yourself casually with your door opened. something about getting undressed with little to no privacy got you riled up. now that you were hot and bothered, you decided that you wanted to play with jake a little bit.

"jakey?" you called out innocently from your bedroom, making sure that the bra and panties you were wearing were revealing but not revealing enough at the same time in order to tease him, "can you come help me with something?" you asked as you felt an excited fire burn in your stomach. "i'm coming, princess," jake responded with a sweet voice as he made his way over to your room.

'he'll be saying that in a different context in just a few minutes,' you smirked to yourself.

"what's up?-" he asked right as he got to your bedroom's doorframe, stopping in his tracks at the sight of your curves that were on display for him. "apparently, you are," you giggled as you looked down at his growing bulge as you approached him, getting on your tip toes to plant a kiss on his neck. he immediately took initiative and locked his lips onto yours, the two of you stepping backwards slowly until you hit the edge of your bed.

"go ahead, grind on it, baby," jake said as he put his thigh in between your legs. you immediately began to rub yourself against his jean clad thigh as he deepened the kiss.

in a swift movement, you ripped your panties off, desperate for him to pleasure you. "such a needy girl," jake whispered in your ear, "you need daddy's cock and money to be content." you nodded as you helped him take off his shirt and jeans, leaving him in just his now tight boxers. you palmed his bulge for a second before looking up at him with your innocent eyes. "can i please touch?" you asked sweetly as you played with the waistband of his undergarment. jake smirked as he guided your hand down his boxers, his breathing hitching at the contact. you'd forgotten how big he was as you stoked his throbbing member gently.

he positioned you so that you were sitting in front of him with your legs spread in an inviting manner, ready to take his fingers. jake finally let his cock spring out from his boxers, making you moan at the sight. "such a pretty little pussy," jake breathed out as he teased your soaking wet entrance, "and it's all mine, isn't that right, princess?" "all yours, daddy," you moaned out as he put two of his long fingers inside you. you collected some of your arousal that dripped out of you and used it as lube to begin jerking his cock. jake groaned at the sexy gesture as he continued to finger you.

suddenly he took his fingers out of you, making you whine at the disappearance of pleasure. "finger yourself for me, baby," jake said as he moved your hand toward your pussy that craved his touch, "daddy wants to see you please yourself."

"b-but i want your fingers," you whined as you looked up at him with your watery doe eyes, "mine don't feel as good." you pouted as jake brought his hand to his cock, loving the way you begged for him to touch you. "just for a little bit, baby," he said reassuringly, "i promise i'll let you touch me again, okay?" you nodded as he gave you a passionate kiss on the lips while helping you slip your fingers into yourself.

"just like that, princess," jake said as he slowly began to jerk his cock at the sight of you pleasing yourself. you started to finger yourself at a faster pace, desperate to be a good girl for jake. "jakey, please," you whined quietly as you watched him beat his cock to you, "i want it inside me." you whimpered. he bit his lip at your comment as he kept watching you play with yourself for him, pleasuring himself at the sight of you getting off to him.

you used your free hand to gently pull on his forearm, wanting to feel his touch. "aw," jake cooed as you continued to tug at his veiny forearm in a cute manner, "princess is so needy, isn't she?" you nodded your head. "n-needy for jakey," you quietly moaned out as jake took his hand away from his cock and put his fingers back inside you, eliciting a loud moan from you. you moved your hand back to his hard as you began to jerk him off at a fast past, making him throw his head back and bite his lip. "c-close," you moaned out as you rocked your hips against his long fingers as he used his thumb to rub your sensitive clit. "are you gonna cum for me, princess?" jake asked as he groaned at the way you pumped his cock at an increasingly fast pace. before you could respond, you felt yourself cum on his fingers as you moaned his name uncontrollably, and jake finished not long after you.

"can i taste?" you asked timidly as you leaned forward toward his still twitching member. "go ahead, beautiful," jake said as you began to lean in to taste his seed for the first time, the two of you moaning at the feeling. "you're such a good girl," jake said and proceeded to kiss you on the cheek, "you'll get your reward later, yeah? you can have whatever you want, princess."

"wait," you started as you looked up at him, "i-i still want you inside me." you whimpered desperately as he chuckled. jake shook his head which made you pout. "you still have to go to work, baby," he chuckled as he brushed a strand of hair behind your ear, "plus, i still have to reward you for the good sex, so maybe later tonight." you pouted again and buried your face in his chest.

"you'll anticipate it more if you wait," jake smirked, "think about me while you're at work, hm? ah, the things that we'll do when you get off your shift." he teased once more.

you've never been more excited to take the opening shift of the day.

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after a painstakingly long half-shift of bartending for day-drinking rich people, it was finally time for you to clock out of your shift to get spoiled by jake. you left without a second to spare and was immediately greeted by jake, who was dressed fancily from head to toe. you blushed at the sight as he gently took your hand and kissed it softly; a gesture that was very foreign to you.

"why, look at you, mr. sim," you chuckled confidently as you wrapped your arms around the nape of his neck, "what are you all dressed up for?" you asked as he wrapped his hands around your waist.

"for you of course."

you'd be lying if you said that your world didn't start moving in slow motion after hearing those four words come out of his mouth. though you couldn't see yourself, you knew that you were visibly flustered at his statement, causing jake to smile shyly.

"such a flirt," you giggled, rolling your eyes sarcastically as he gave you a kiss on the lips. "we'll head to my place first," jake said as he opened the car door for you, "i have a surprise for you there." he smirked then walked around the front of the car to get into the driver's seat.

he really needed to stop acting too much like your boyfriend. you didn't want to fall for him; you couldn't emotionally afford to fall for him. he's perfect and rich, and you're just a university student who's employed at a minimum wage job to scrape by in life until you can get a real job.

he's not your boyfriend, y/n. he's your sugar daddy who just needs a temporary companion.

temporary.

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jake could definitely tell that you were zoned out during the car ride back to his place, but he decided not to pry because maybe you were just tired from your shift.

just before he pulled up into his long driveway, he told you to cover your eyes as if you were a little kid which made you giggle a little. "hey! i want you to be fully surprised!" he pouted as he opened your side of the car and lead you closer to his house- sorry- mansion. "okay you can look now," he said happily as you finally opened your eyes to see the foyer of his place decorated with expensive roses in every shade of pink and red that existed.

you let out and audible gasp in amazement and mild curiosity at how he managed to pull this off in such a short amount of time. "jake, it's beautiful," you gasped out as you approached a black heart-shaped box that was packed tightly with roses, adoring the sight of it. "i'm glad you like it," jake laughed nervously as he, again, put his hand on the nape of his neck, "i was worried you wouldn't." you looked at him with your eyebrows furrowed. "how could i not like, no, love this?" you said excitedly as you gently touched a few of the roses' petals.

"now, it's time for me to spoil you more," jake said as he took your hand, your stomach in a knot from not knowing what he was going to pull next, "i'm taking you out shopping, so you don't have to look so nervous." he teased at the sight of your expression.

it was time for the real sugar daddy experience.

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you tried to hide your excitement at the fact that you were in a vintage luxury shop, holding hands with a hot guy, and in the presence of fashion items that you never thought you'd see in real life, but you weren't doing a very good job at it. you looked like a meerkat looking from left to right in genuine excitement, though you specifically had your eyes fixated on the vintage dior section and the collection of genuine silk dresses in every single color you could possibly think of.

"would you two like to try anything on?" a woman asked as she eyed jake from head to toe, which made you feel a mild spark of jealousy that you quickly shook off. jake looked at you, and you nodded in approval as jake helped you take a few dresses, shoes, and bags off of racks that were too high up for you to reach.

after being led to an overly large dressing room that could be the size of a small bathroom, jake locked the door and began to gaze at you, making you cock your head in confusion innocently.

"do you actually want to try things on?" jake asked as he got closer to you, putting his hands into your shirt, "or do you wanna take things off?" your stomach immediately burned with desire as he began to take your shirt off as you undid his belt eagerly. "i've been wanting you all day," you said as you pulled down his slacks and boxers to reveal his throbbing hard for the second time today. jake gently slid your panties down your legs and flipped your short skirt upward to see how wet you've become for him.

"now, we have to be quiet, okay, princess?" jake said as he moved the circular chair into the middle of the dressing room. you nodded as you positioned yourself with your ass up and face down, so eager to feel him inside you again. he reached his around you to put his hand over your mouth to quiet your moans as he slid himself inside you, your walls immediately squeezing his thick member. you looked forward into the mirror at his expression as he began to thrust himself in and out of you, trying to keep the sound of skin slapping together to a minimum by only putting half his length in, which only made you more needy.

even though he wasn't even completely inside you, you felt your legs begin to tremble as you tried with all your might to hold in the moans that threatened to escape your lips. you could tell that jake was having a hard time keeping quiet as well by the expressions he was making whenever you'd look at him in the mirror. just then, there was a soft knock at the door, startling you.

"is everything alright in there?" a woman asked. jake leaned forward until his mouth was next to your ear. "go ahead, princess, respond to the nice lady," he whispered in your ear in a gentle yet commanding manner, not stopping his rough half thrusts.

"w-we're okay," you responded, trying your best not to let your moans out, "just a few more minutes if that's alright." jake gave you a kiss on the jaw to praise you. "so good at following daddy's orders, aren't you, slut?" he moaned into your ear, pushing you closer and closer to your climax as you felt jake release his warm seed inside you, "look at me. fucking you in public because you have no self control." he scoffed quietly as he pointed at himself in the mirror.

"g-gonna cum," you whined against his palm, immediately making him pull out of you. "nope, i can't let you cum, princess," jake sighed as he began to pull his boxers and slacks back on, "you wouldn't be able to control your helpless whines and moans for me." you turned your body around to look at him with your cute eyes, begging him to make you cum, but to no avail. "c'mon," jake said as he began to help you put your shirt, "we don't wanna keep the nice lady waiting now, do we?" you shook your head as he gave you a kiss on the lips, filling your stomach with butterflies. "i promise i'll let you cum when i take you home tonight."

the two of you calmly walked out of the dressing room as if you weren't full of jake's cum, and jake calmly placed everything down on the checkout counter.

"we'll take everything," he said as he took out his black card.

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a/n: hi gang, thank you so much for your support on this series <3 it really does mean a lot to me that you guys are enjoying it. like i said last time, i want these chapters to be longer and more content filled, so that's why it may take me about a week to finish each chapter. thank you to those of you who have been patient with me for this past week <3

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three-bunnies-in-a-trenchcoat · 10 months

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sorry for hopping into ur ask box i jst dont wanna clog peoples dashs lmao. anyways AUAUAAA thats. :/ albw and alttp are different incarnations in the same hyrule what....... a big reason i havent gotten into LU is because it feels like it reduces the links to extremely specific personality types (like. sksw is the sweet one and time is the stern one and wind is childish and so on and so forth) and while thats not, like, terrible, it does permeate SO MUCH fanon content that it gets a little :[ sometimes. sky is the one that bothers me the most bc if u play past the beginning and watch his dialogue he actually gets more and more like, short and snappy and weary which makes sense bc it is a 38 hour game and his childhood friend tells him he wont see her until he fulfills a destiny he did not pursue so ofc hes DRAGGING himself thru it but !! no one thinks of that they just kinda use the LU char and thats that. idk i certainly hold no ill will to the creator or fans or anythin like that i jst wish one persons interpretation(s) didnt overshadow everyone elses ................. also i know bonus links but what were thos other ones u named !!!!!!?!

YEAH they are very much different links but I guess jojo (the creator) didn't want to deal with another character? None of the other links are combo'ed as far as I'm aware (except for maybe four? I'm not sure if he's supposed to just be mc/fs or if he's supposed to be fsa too)

Yeah they really are reduced down to very little :/ especially in fanon sometimes. notable example include: legend as the snarky/mean/broody/angsty one, sky as a sleepy soft boy, time as the responsible/parental one, etc etc. I have many many problems with this but ESPECIALLY with sky because I am incapable of being normal about anything in that game like. He's not? He's really not? 10 minutes into the game you get "nice hair" and um. I don't know how to break this to you but um. HE SAYS THINGS LIKE THIS A LOT. There's just... everything with Scrapper ("not that guy") and also.

Yeah. I think it's safe to say that he's very willing to fuck with people. (And the chandelier breaking and just-- yeah)

(I could refute the sleepy part too but then I would probably write a whole rant about how he's really not and also how it's unfair to him because he would be the "lazy" one and uhhh I can't say anything else bc I'll just work myself up)

Honestly just as an au in general its not THAT great. I would put it solidly in the "it's okay" category so it's really NOT deserving of how it's taken over EVERYTHING (fun fact-- have you ever tried to look up loz fics on ao3? Well if you haven't, ITS INCREDIBLY DIFFICULT TO FILTER IT ALL OUT. botw and lu fics SOLIDLY dominate a good portion of all the fics and-- man I just wanted to read some link's awakening stuff). Everywhere I go, I see lu names on posts that are not lu (there's using it once as a distinguisher but there comes a point when it's obvious that's not why you're doing it), and if you look up fics with more than one link in them you WILL get lu names and characterization even when explicitly stated to not be lu. Also, and correct me if I'm wrong, but. The hero titles? I'm pretty sure those don't exist (beyond hero of time, which seems to be a general thing), except MAYBE in the context of the names of the clothes you can get in botw with amiibo so like. Bad excuse, buddy

Anyway sorry for ranting I. Did not mean to do that. The other aus I mentioned are @/linked-maze and @/ageless-soul-au. The first is a comic, the other is a fic (which does bear some resemblances with lu at first glance but uh-- yeah it's not (if the alttp and albw combo bugs you a lot they do the same thing). Certainly not my favorite but its not bad)

#i dont think you were also asking about mine but if you WERE-- its not posted yet and really only exists as a few posts on a sideblog #sorry again for ranting lol. dunno what happened bc. i dont dislike lu. i just dont like how its everywhere (and a few characterizations).#really if you get me started on anything with ss ill immediately go nuts (i spent an hour writing a post about its clusterfuck of a timeline #and i think by the end i got very very incomprehensible)#mb and strawberryrosewood scream about hats

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willowbyte · 2 years

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A red army centric au? Oh my, I haven't heard the name the red army in (Jesus Christ it's been so long) 4 years. Please do share.

anon, oh my god anon,, you shouldn’t have asked me to share more,,,,,

so uhh basically tord is a jerk to his soldiers and his second in command. after the fiasco that was the "retrieval" of the giant robot they decide they had enough of his bullshit and his second in command kicks him out of his position of leadership and the army. they were supposed to kill him but he somehow manages to escape and steal some goods before doing so.

he spends months living outside like a stray cat until one day he stumbles upon Edd, Matt and Tom. Tord can only call their names until he passes out behind them, the trio is in shock, i guess the movie will have to wait. The three of them argue trying to figure out what they should do with Tord. Tom and Matt vote to leave him on the floor and Edd would have voted the same if he didn’t felt so guilty about it, so he proposed to take him in so the three could get their sweet sweet vengeance by making him suffer (how exactly? they themselves weren't sure but they would come up with something eventually)

Tord wakes up to find himself tied up and sitting on a sofa surrounded by his old friends. They start interrogating him while he tried to come back to his senses. After a session of arguments, Tord snaps and apologizes about everything he did

the trio looked at eachother, lol yeah like a bunch of words could fix their broken trust

soon after, they'd fully realize the poor state Tord was in, and they felt… sorry for him

shit. they should have left him in the streets.

Months and months go by and their friendship slowly rebuilds, Tord sleeps at Edd's apartment and helps them by being their personal electrician.

In that time Tord also reflected about everything, and while he was having fun with his old friends he couldn't help but feel a sense of dread following him everywhere

Consequences would soon catch up to him again when their city gets attacked by a now rebranded Red Army. After being detected by them, Edd, Matt, Tom and Tord would have to abandon their apartment and fend for themselves while chaos dominated the streets. If they wanted to survive they’d have to do anything to keep themselves afloat and, who knows, maybe try and take down the army in the process, allying with new people and old friends.

^^^ and all of this started because of the detail of Tord looking at what used to be Edd's house when Pau and Pat picked him up at the cliff, and me immediately going “hmm what if tord got back to his fucking senses and was actually sorry for what he did…..”

#willow's whispers #I HAD TO SKIP DETAILS TO MAKE IT SHORTER. THIS IS THE MOST I COULD DO 😭#NOW I WANT TO DRAW MORE OF THIS AU... i shouln't be allowed to think about eddsworld in 2022 #this was originally intended for a 'the boys having fun' AU but uh. this happened.#i know it kinda looks like an angsty AU at first glance but in my head it plays out like your regular eddsworld episode #i just cannot write details without getting emotionally invested in what the characters feel at the moment #im not saying the writing is good tho lol #also the new leader is an oc lets gooooo i haven't done one of those in ages #the main color of the army changes to pink #because i think it would be funny if the army's appearance was the complete opposite of what the Red Army had before #also creepier. i think.#ALSO I HOPE YOU'RE ENJOYING THE EDDSWORLD THROWBACK!!! IT WILL GET WORSE DON'T WORRY

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anapotatowriter · 2 years

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hello love,

Could you maybe write a cute little oneshot ( edmund pevensie x reader) about their first kiss. They are bestfriends but both are shy and awkward or something like that...

you dont HAVE to write it.....

love your work btw.

take care,

with love.

byeeeeee

Mars Bar

Edmund Pevensie x reader

A/N: Hello, love! I am so happy you like my work... I work really hard on it! And can I just say, I have been WAITING for someone to ask me for a best friends to lovers (tho enemies to lovers is my favorite trope). Anywho, the plot gave me Modern!AU vibes, so I went with that :). B/F/N means best friend's name. This is SUPER long... Also, I kinda made it so angsty in the middle, but I hope you like it either way-

As always, if you would like me to change it, feel free!

Summary: Edmund and Y/N have been best friends since they were 3 years old. Now, at 15, they are still best friends. And everyone knows about their feeling for each other, except them.

Contains: Awkwardness, some flashbacks, Modern!AU, best friends to lovers.

Requested: Yep!

The alarm clock rang through the dark and silent room, making me groan and slam my hand onto my phone, blindly swiping on the screen. "Why is school so early?" I said tiredly, sweeping my legs off of the bed and staring at the wall for a few moments. I mustered all my strength to get out of bed and shuffled to the bathroom. Once I was done, I glanced at the clock and immediately relaxed. I had time till I had to go downstairs. I took my time rummaging through the clothes, wanting to set a good impression for the first day of school. I glanced at my study table and noticed the photo kept there, which definitely wasn't there last night. I walked to the table and picked up the sticky note placed on the photograph. "Have an amazing first day of school. I found this photo while rummaging through the old albums. Can you imagine that it has been 10 years? Lunch in the fridge, don't forget it. Love, mom."

I smiled a little at the message and pulled it off to reveal the photo behind the paper. I gasped as I saw a familiar brunette hugging a girl with E/C eyes. I flipped the glossed paper to see the words, "Edmund and Y/N, the first day of school." I flipped back to the picture of the two of us a grinned. Edmund was smiling widely at the camera while I was annoyed. I remember that day like it was yesterday. "I don't wanna goooooo," I whined, pouting. "Y/N, you have to go to school... And Edmund will be there with you too! Look, here he is," said my mom, pointing behind me. "Edmund, I don't want to go to school," I lamented to the young boy who had been my best friend for two years. "Aww, why?" asked Edmund, intertwining his pinky with mine to show his support. "Because..." I hiccuped before trailing off, not having an answer. "Well, Y/N, I will be with you through all of it, okay? Don't worry," said the brunette, kissing my temple softly and easing away the lines that had formed from my frown. He then brought me into a hug, which made me try to move him away from me. "Edmund, stoppppp," I said, annoyance present on my face. A flash went off, and I scowled at the camera. "Idiot," I huffed, straightening up and pushing him a little. "Let's go," he said, pulling me to the car that would take us to school. "Here," he said, handing me a Mars bar.

"I cannot believe I have been in this hellhole called school for 10 years," I huffed angrily, picking up the photo and going downstairs to get food. I grabbed some food and put my lunch in my bag, glancing up at the clock. Just as I registered the time, I heard a horn outside my door. "Right on time," I chuckled, going towards the door. "Hey Y/N," said a voice as soon as I opened the door. "Ed!" I exclaimed, the boy standing at the door. "God, you are never going anywhere for summer again without me! I can't be without my bestie this long," I said jokingly, quickly wrapping my arms around his neck. "I missed you too, Y/N," he chuckled into my shoulder. "Here," he said once we broke the hug, giving me a Mars bar. "You remembered! I thought you came back only yesterday night!" I exclaimed, taking the bar of chocolate. "It's tradition, right? I couldn't leave my best girl hanging," he said, smiling goofily at me. I couldn't help but examine the way the boy in front of me had changed. His skin was more tan from vacationing at the beach. His jawline had become even sharper, which made me certain that if I were to touch it, I would cut myself. His hair was a little lighter from constant exposure to sun and seawater, which left small streaks of caramel brown in his otherwise chocolate hair. His eyes held mirth and warmth as he smiled at me. His eyes seemed to be scanning me too, a peaceful smile remaining on his face as he gazed at me. His intense gaze made my heartbeat speed up as I bit down on my lip gently.

"HEY LOVEBIRDS, WE NEED TO GET TO SCHOOL," I heard a familiar voice yell while honking, making the both of us jump, and then laugh at the nickname, though Edmund's laugh looked a bit forced. "Hey Susan," I smiled at the young woman sitting in a pink car, the hood down. Her dark brown hair was tousled from the wind, though her bright red lipstick remained perfectly intact, her sunglasses perched perfectly on her nose. "Hey darling," she called, waving wildly to me, her white button-down top moving sleekly. "Ooo, I found this picture by the way," I said excitedly, rummaging through my backpack to get out the photo. "Ah! The start of the Mars tradition!" said Edmund, making me grin widely. "Okay, let's go," I chuckled, making Edmund hand me the helmet with the first letter of my name imprinted onto the back. I bit into the Mars bar and finished it quickly as Edmund started the motorbike. Shoving the wrapper into my pocket, I quickly climbed onto the motorbike behind Edmund, my arms going around his chest on reflex. I could feel his subtle muscles flex as he revved the engine, smirked and winked at me, adjusted his helmet, and then took off onto the road. The wind whistled through my hair, the familiar feeling of riding a bike making me smile. The smell of chocolate, caramel, and old books wafted off of the boy in front of me, a comforting smell I had known forever.

"Bye, Su," I said, waving to the girl who was climbing out of her car sleekly to show off her black flared jeans. "Bye Y/N," called Susan before walking off to her friends. "Ed, I don't even know why you carry that camera everywhere," I said, pulling at the camera around his neck. "I love photography," he said simply, holding the camera up to my face. I held up my fingers in a peace sign, smiling as the flash went off. Just then, I noticed my own group of friends and started walking towards them after hugging Edmund goodbye. I glanced back at Edmund for a second to see him putting his hoodie up, plugging his earphones into his phone as he trudged towards the school.

"Hey girls," I exclaimed happily. "Hey Y/N! Omg, you look so pretty! This break did you wonders," exclaimed B/F/N, grabbing my shoulders. "Thank you! You look absolutely gorgeous too! We should get going," I said, making the other girls nod. We walked into school to go for the assembly, sitting down in our allocated places. "Good morning, students!" said the principal excitedly, receiving no response to his excitement. "I said, good morning, students!" he said louder, making the crowd give a half-hearted response. "We have good news! Next month, this school will be taking a field trip along for a week with two other schools," he said, making everyone cheer, their attention piqued. I looked around the auditorium for Edmund. When I spotted him, he was already looking back at me with the same gleeful expression. "Party!" I mouthed, making him nod quickly and pump his hand as if he was dancing.

Soon, the assembly was dispersed, and I left my friends behind for a minute to run up to Edmund. I leaped onto his back, and he caught my legs on reflex. "Field trip!" I squealed, making the boy chuckle. I slid off his back and moved to face him. "Anyway, I'll see you after school," I said, and he nodded, going off to his photography class while I went to my story writing class. The school day got over quickly, and I met Edmund outside the school building. "Come on," said the hoodie-clad boy, a smile gracing his features. He handed me my helmet, and we both took off to our secret location. This was where we would go every day on the first day of school, during birthdays, and other events in our life. We soon reached the clearing between the thickest parts of the woods that no one dared to venture to. We sat down and laid back, the sky still a light blue since it was not that late yet.

"The field trip is going to be so much fun," I sighed happily, leaning against Edmund, who had his arm wrapped around my shoulders. Edmund brought out his phone and started playing the music out loud, humming along to the tune of our playlist. I stood up and went a little away from Edmund, swaying to the beat of the music. I heard a shutter go off, making me stop my dancing and look at Edmund with furrowed eyebrows. He was holding up the camera, a cheeky smile on his face. "Delete it! I wasn't even posing," I commanded, making Edmund press his lips together before shaking his head. "I won't! It is beautiful! Come see," he said, patting the patch of grass next to him. I huffed and walked near the boy, plopping down next to him. "See," he said, showing me the photo. My clothes were moving, making the edges of the photo a bit blurry. The sun was shining down on me, making everything look golden. My eyes were closed as I spun around. A small smile was on my face, making one come onto my face as well. "See. Absolutely beautiful," he whispered. I looked up at him to see him already looking at me, his bottom lip between his teeth. My breath hitched in my throat at the dazed look in his eyes. My eyes flickered down at his lips before going back up to his eyes.

"We should go," I said, standing up suddenly. A feeling was caught in my throat, which made my heart beat faster. "Yeah, we should," said Edmund, rubbing the back of his neck while standing up. We stood in tense silence for a few minutes before I cleared my throat and said, "Let's go?" He just nodded, and we went to the bike, trudging silently through the dense forest. I hesitantly grabbed the seat instead of wrapping my arms around Edmund as I tried to distance myself from the boy.

"Bye," I hummed, just leaving once he dropped me off home, not bothering to anything else. As I lay in bed that night, my mind could not help but flicker back to that moment in the woods. As my stomach churned, I went through more and more memories of Edmund and me. I picked up my phone and glanced at the time, 10:43. B/F/N would probably be awake. I texted her, "Hey can you pick me up tomorrow?" "Yeah, sure... what happened to lover boy?" texted my friend back immediately, making that same feeling clog my throat at the nickname she had given. "Nothing," I texted, not bothering to elaborate about the fact that I might have been in love with my best friend and hadn't even realized it until now. I put my phone on Do Not Disturb and curled up into the blankets, doing my best to think of anything except Edmund.

"Y/N, where are you?" asked Edmund agitatedly when I picked up the phone. "I told you last night, Edmund, I got a ride," I said, sighing as B/F/N glanced at me in concern. "Bye Edmund," I said, cutting the call as the boy started protesting. I put my phone on airplane mode, not wanting to be disturbed by the boy who was already plaguing my thoughts. "What happened to you and lover boy?" asked B/F/N, keeping her eyes on the road. "Nothing," I said curtly, not wanting to get into it, my eyebrows creased. There it was again! That same nickname! "Come on, Y/N! You both are practically inseparable! Something horrible must have happened!" she insisted. I didn't even bother to respond, just leaning my head back and closing my eyes. "Let's talk about something else then," said B/F/N, making me leap at a chance to change the subject

"We're here," said B/F/N, pulling up in front of the school building. "Thank you!" I said happily, both of us walking towards the rest of our friends. "Y/N? Did you come to school with B/F/N? What happened to lover boy?" asked another girl in the group, making me stiffen. Why was everyone calling him that? And how long had they been calling him that? "Can we talk about the field trip?" I asked, immediately making the conversation shift towards the upcoming field trip. I half-heartedly participated in the discussion before trudging off the class, not even bothering to look for Edmund.

"Edmund and the others," I heard my mom say, immediately making me snap my head up from the pasta I had been toying with. "What?" I asked, fighting the surprised look on my face. "I was saying that we are meeting the Pevesnies tomorrow. You barely bring them home anymore, and it's been so long since I have seen Edmund and the others," my mom repeated, blissfully smiling as she ate. "I don't think I can come," I muttered, ignoring the queasy feeling in my stomach at the name I had avoided for a week now. I glanced guiltily at the face-down phone on the table, on which Edmund had called and messaged me a hundred times. I just couldn't bring myself to talk to the boy who had been my best friend and have our years of friendship ruined. Instead, I opted to ignore him, speeding away from him when he tried to talk to me at school and not replying to his calls or texts. I had hoped that this separation would make me stop thinking about him, but I was miserable. The days crowded together, and I missed the brunette's smile and stupid jokes and camera more than ever. "Oh, come on, darling! You've barely met them! You are coming tomorrow, and that's final," proclaimed my dad, slapping my shoulder jovially and complimenting my mom on the pasta. Dread swirled in my stomach as I went to my bedroom, not bothering to excuse myself. I stuffed my face into the pillow, dreading the Sunday dinner I would have with the Pevesnies.

"Y/N!" squealed Lucy as soon as the door opened, making me stumble back at her velocity before hugging her back. "Hey darling," I said through laughs, lifting her up and swinging her around before placing her on the ground. "Hey Y/N! I missed you, it's been a while," said Susan, giving me a small hug. "Y/N," another familiar voice boomed, making me chuckle. "Peter!" I cheered, hugging the boy tightly. He immediately picked me up and tossed me over his shoulder, making me laugh as I slammed my fists on his back. "You are not leaving for this long again!" said Peter, dropping me onto the familiar couch in the Pevensie living room. "Why didn't you visit for so long?" asked the blonde, plopping down next to me. My eyes glanced around at that, and I noticed the brunette standing in the corner of the room. He was leaning against a wall, his dark green sweater's sleeves rolled up his arms, which were crossed. His normally cheerful brown eyes glared at me, making me gulp guiltily. "Oh, you know, just school work," I mumbled, my eyes trained on the boy who glared at me with pure hatred.

The dinner passed awkwardly, with me and Edmund barely conversing. Soon, my parents were wishing the Pevensies good night, making me practically sigh in relief. The only problem was that all the other Pevensies had gone to bed, leaving me and Edmund to stand in the living room while our parents guffawed over their last drops of wine. "So... how's school going?" I asked, having nothing to talk about. "Oh, it's okay," shrugged the boy, his gaze continually flickering towards the parents. "I developed some photos," he mumbled, reaching into the pockets of his jeans and pulling out a few photos. The photo at the top was the photo Edmund had taken in the clearing. I smiled softly, though it wavered as I remembered the moments after that. "What happened, Y/N? I really miss you," mumbled Edmund, so softly that I didn't even know whether I was meant to hear it. "Something changed, Edmund... I don't think we can go back to the way things were," I said softly, going to the next photo which Edmund had taken in the morning on the first day of school. "Please Y/N... I need you," he said with so much hurt in his voice, I couldn't help but look up. His brown eyes were glossy, the yellow lights in the room making his pale skin look golden. His eyebrows were scrunched up, a sign of his I had learned to recognize as one of hurt. "I don't think I can, Ed," I choked out, making the boy's eyes waver as he glanced down at the table. "Thanks for the photos," I mumbled, getting up and leaving the room. I glanced back one last time to see Edmund's hands entwined with his dark hair, a few tears shining on the table in front of him. When I reached home, I rummaged through my clothes in hopes of doing something with my hands. A familiar brown package of chocolate slipped out of one of the pockets of my clothes. The dam burst and I slid down the door of the wardrobe, sniffling well into the night, clutching the Mars wrapper tightly in my fist.

The days passed like a blur, each day worse than the next. Smiles on my face came around less often and faded much faster than they used to. My conversation with people slowed to a halt, with me barely present as people conversed around me in incoherent words. The day of the field trip soon arrived, but the excitement I had felt for the trip a few weeks ago was gone. It had now been three weeks since I had last been around my best friend. Three painful, grueling weeks. I had forgotten the support and carefree fun that Edmund used to bring into my life.

On the day of the field trip, my suitcases laid packed at the front door. My mom kissed my cheeks and forehead multiple times as I tried to leave, but I had too little energy to protest. The bus ride was slow, and I slept for most of the trip, the excited chatter around me lulling me to sleep. Soon, we reached th camp where we were supposed to have our field trip with two other schools. Everyone chattered around me excitedly, and even I could feel the happiness bubbling in my chest. The tall sycamore trees that surrounded the place and the small cabins for the students made me smile, a gesture that made my cheeks hurt. As I glanced around the green forest, I caught the eye of a familiar brunette. Edmund looked back at me with a sense of longing but glanced away just as quickly as our contact had been. The smile faded from my face as I gulped, waiting for the room allocation.

I was camped with a girl from one of the other schools, who had informed me beforehand that she would be with her boyfriend and wouldn't be staying at our own cabin. I smiled politely and nodded, needing the alone time. Soon, it was time to eat. We went to one of the larger clearings, where a huge bonfire was roaring, and small tables littered th expanse. Edmund sat alone at one of the tables, taking photos of the objects around him that piqued his interest. I smiled subconsciously at the relaxed state of the young boy, his dark hair tousled and falling in front of his face, the camera covering the rest. "Y/N! Come here!" said B/F/N, making me snap out of my trance and walk up to my friend. She was chatting animatedly with one of the girls from another school and her boyfriend. "Were you staring at lover boy?" teased B/F/N, wriggling her fingers at me. Blood rushed to my cheeks as I swatted her hands away, my eyes turning towards the ground in empressement. "Oooo, who is this lover boy?" asked the other girl, making B/F/N break into a whole rant, ending with pointing at Edmund, who was photographing the raging fire. "What a nerd," chuckled the boyfriend, making me scowl at him. "Look at that camera, it's such an old model. And what is he doing, sitting all alone at a field trip?" he asked, slapping his thigh animatedly. "Shut up," I said through gritted teeth, making the boy laugh harder. B/F/N was glancing at my expression worriedly, trying to get the boy to stop talking. "Sweet piece of ass like you? Come hook up with me instead of that idiot... I am sure my girlfriend won't mind you hooking up with the great Chad... his photos probably aren't as good as mine anyway," said "Chad" while his girlfriend scowled at his statement.

And at that moment, everything snapped. "Fuck you," I growled, seeing red. I lunged across the table at Chad, throwing a good punch at his face, which definitely broke his nose. "What the fuck!" he yelled, and we were fighting, throwing kicks and punches at each other. "Y/N, stop it," squealed B/F/N as the other girl tried to get her boyfriend to stop fighting. "Y/N, enough," another familiar voice commanded. At any other time, my mind would have automatically obeyed that command. My mind, however, was too clouded with rage to comprehend the words. That moment of distraction gave Chad enough time to punch me on the side of my head. My vision blacked out as I fell, the punch effectively knocking me out. The last thing I registered was the smell of chocolate, caramel, and old books as a set of arms kept me from falling to the ground directly.

"Ow," I groaned as I felt a spiking pain in my head. My eyes fluttered open, and I looked around to see the walls of the infirmary. "Y/N! You're awake!" exclaimed a familiar voice, the loud sound making me cringe in pain. "Oh, sorry," muttered Edmund in a lower voice. "How are you feeling?" he asked, looking at me with wide eyes. "I'm fine... my head just stings like the fucking dickens," I groaned, slowly touching my throbbing head and sighing. "Here," he said, handing me a Mars bar, making me smile. I unwrapped the chocolate and bit into it. "Now, why did you, Y/N L/N, goody two shoes, start a fight?" asked the boy, concern lacing his expression as he gently touched the bump on my head, making me choke slightly on the piece of chocolate. "It's not a big deal," I muttered, strongly swallowing, crossing my hands in front of me. "Well, if you get into a fight with someone you barely even know, I think I should know why," he persisted.

"He insulted your photography skills," I muttered softly, looking away from the boy. There was a moment of tense silence as Edmund started at me with his mount agape. "You got into a fight about something as stupid as PHOTOGRAPHY?" he yelled, making me jump. "WHAT DO YOU MEAN, STUPID? YOU CARRY THAT CAMERA AROUND AS IF IT'S YOUR BABY!" I yelled back, my head throbbing even more. "YOU DON'T EVEN CARE ABOUT IT!" he screamed frustratedly. "BUT I CARE ABOUT YOU! I LOVE YOU, YOU FUCKING DUMBASS," I yelled immediately before slamming my palm onto my mouth. There was a moment of deathly silence again as my eyes widened in horror. "... what?"

"... I am asleep, what are you talking about," I said, closing my eyes and pretending to sleep. "Y/N, what did you say," said Edmund, grabbing hold of my shoulders and shaking me slightly. "Nothing!" I exclaimed, trying my best to not spill. "Well, you said something!" he said, making me sigh. "See! This is why I stopped hanging out with you! I physically cannot lie to you, especially now that I know that I have been completely in love with you for ages and didn't even realize!" I said before slapping my hand on my mouth again and groaning. Why did I always do this? "You're... you love me?" he asked, his eyes widened to the point I was concerned that his eyebrows would forever remain buried under his hair. "... sorry," I mumbled, my eyes dropping to the sheets covering me as I tried to stop the tears welling in my eyes. I just lost my best friend forever. "I love you too," I heard his voice say softly, making me look up, a tear spilling down my cheek. "Oh no, why are you crying? Did I hurt you? Should I call the nurse?" he asked, panicking at the sight of my tears. "You love me back?" I asked softly, making him stop, a dopey smile stretching onto his face. "Only since like, the 6th grade," he said lightheartedly, making me laugh a little. I cupped his face and kissed him softly, a smile spreading on my face at the feeling.

A few seconds later we split apart, my forehead resting against his. He laughed softly, wiping away the last tear on my cheek before pulling me in for a kiss again. "Y/N, ARE YOU OKAY?!" yelled a voice as the door burst open, making me jump and move away from Edmund, who awkwardly moved his hand through his hair. "OMG, DID YOU TWO KISS?! FUCKING FINALLY! JASON, YOU OWE ME 20 BUCKS," yelled B/F/N while running out of the cabin, leaving me with my mouth ajar.

"THEY BET ON US?!"

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𝓦𝓱𝓸 𝓛𝓲𝓿𝓮𝓼 𝓦𝓱𝓸 𝓓𝓲𝓮𝓼 𝓦𝓱𝓸 𝓣𝓮𝓵𝓵𝓼 𝓨𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓢𝓽𝓸𝓻𝔂 ! - Request an imagine from anyone in the Harry Potter or MCU! (First 3 people only, for I don’t actually take requests— but maybe soon. I’ll open them up!)

Okay I really hope I am one of the first 3 if not that's fine! <33

So, again a Draco Malfoy one, if you could do an angsty fluff one like Draco is a normal guy the reader met in a coffee shop (yup coffee shop au!!) and reader is a muggle and didn't know much about Draco at first while meeting him they had small yet causal talks to each other when one day reader discovers the dark secrets he holds inside of him and that Draco is a wizard, death eater, etc. She is at first scared to admit her feelings towards him and is scared of what he might be so she decides to distance herself from him but then ultimately love conquers all so she goes back to Draco and they confess their love for each other and you can decide the ending!

Again, If I am not the first 3 it's okay! <33 And no need of rushing this up, take your sweet time into this, and hopefully you liked this idea!

Omg first imagine I’m gonna write for my event! Lowkey exciteed kghaehfkef

Over Coffee?

Pairings: Draco Malfoy x Reader

Summary: (Above) (I changed it a bit if you squint hehe hope you don’t mind<3)

Warnings: kinda ooc Draco but oh well, also I just don’t like my writing for some reason?

Words: Idk I’m too sleepy to count </3

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The coffee machine was broken. Again.

Customers were angry, and in all honesty, Y/N understood them. She’s been telling the manager to tell the owner to get a new coffee machine, because this one clearly isn’t going to hold any longer.

“I apologize, Miss, but I truly cannot serve you any coffee as of the moment,” was what Y/N said to the tenth customer today who wanted coffee.

A frustrated sigh slipped out of the woman’s lips, “It’s eight in the morning, I just woke up with a deadly headache, I waited in line for thirty minutes, only to find out I wouldn’t be given a cup of joe?”

Y/N nodded with an apologetic look, “I apologize deeply, Miss, but I’ve been asking for a new machine myself.”

The woman calmed herself down and nodded, “I’m sorry dear, I’m sure they don’t pay you enough for this,” she had said, before turning her back, and leaving the coffee shop.

“They sure don’t,” Y/N shook her head, and turned to make a matcha latte (without coffee) for some dude. It was hard working solo, though she’s almost used it by now, since her co worker only works whenever he wants to. Perks of being the child of the owner.

After serving people other things than coffee for quite some time, Y/N heard the chimes ring at the door. The girl turned around, “Good morning! Unfortunately, our coffee machine is broken today. Again. For the third time this week.”

Y/N smiled at the stranger. A boy in a suit, his hair white as snow.

He looked quite confused.

“Coffee machine..?” He asked in a small voice.

The girl nodded, “Yes, our coffee machine,” she smiled, pointing at the menu above her, “Can I offer you something else instead?”

His silver eyes glanced at the words, his eyebrows furrowing as if he was so foreign with the names, “I would like a.. caramel latte..?”

Y/N glanced at the boy, “Anything that has coffee in it cannot be served today, I’m afraid.”

“Oh,” he had said, then cleared his throat, “Right, well, why don’t you suggest something, instead?”

At that, the girl smiled, “What about a cup of tea, instead? I can put some milk, and give you some sugar cubes, if you like?” She suggested, “Or maybe some milkshakes? Though I doubt you’d appreciate one at this morning and cold weather.”

He let out a small hum, “A cup of tea would be nice.”

“Right! Would that be for here, or for to go?” Y/N asked, writing his order down.

The boy blinked, “For here..?” He said.

“Okay then. And this would be for..?” The girl waited for him to tell her his name, but received only a confused look, “Your name?”

“Right, yes, of course!” He cleared his throat, straightening his suit, “For Draco— I apologize, I don’t go out much.”

Y/N let out a small chuckle as she wrote his name down, “It’s okay. I don’t like going out much either! I just have to. For work,” the girl smiled, then told the boy his total. Draco gave a bill (one of which he didn't know the value of), Y/N giving him his change, “I’ll go get your drink for you, Draco. Why don’t you take a seat?”

The blonde nodded, then glanced at the girl’s name tag, “I’ll be looking forward to that tea.. Y/N.”

Right after that, the boy— Draco immediately turned to leave, as if embarrassed.

Draco sat down by the window, shaking his head with a sigh, “I’ll be looking forward to that tea— what in the bloody hell is that?” He had asked himself. If he was going to change his life, be one with the Muggle world, this was not acceptable.

It also didn't help how the girl from the counter didn't mind how stupid he was trying to order a beverage.

And maybe she was cute, so what?

For a while, the blonde thought about how he'll survive this whole I'm-going-to-change-my-life-I-swear thing.

"A cup of tea for Mr. Draco?"

The boy looked up at the joyous voice, "Just Draco is fine," Y/N put his tea down on the table.

"Okay then, Just Draco, I once again apologize for not having coffee today, but I added a cookie to make it up to you-- though I'd appreciate if you didn't tell my boss," Y'N let out a chuckle, "Besides, you can always come back and check if our coffee machine's been replaced-- if it ever gets replaced."

Draco only nodded, and with that, the girl left to go back at the counter.

He picked up his cookie, and took a bite. He hummed in satisfaction. How come his mother never made these for him?

Maybe-- just maybe he'll come back. For the cookie, or for the coffee, we'll never know.

We all know it's because of Y/N.

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"Just Draco! pleasure to see you again!"

The blonde slightly smiled, "Is your coffee machine working now?"

"Surprise, surprise! My boss finally decided the old one needed a retirement plan," Y/N rolled her eyes, "Anywho, what can I get you today?"

Draco looked up at their menu, scanning it, "Since I didn't get to try it last time, may I have a caramel latte now?"

Y/N nodded, "Certainly!" she replied happily. With that, Draco paid, with yet, another big bill, "I'll bring it right over to your table."

The blonde took a seat by the window once again, his eyes on the window. He watched as orange leaves fell from trees. It was in the middle of November, and she couldn't help but think-- who in the bloody hell allowed England to have this kind of weather?

People are literally freezing outside. Good thing Draco charmed his coat to have a heating charm.

"Caramel latte for Just Draco?"

He looked at Y/N with a smile, taking the warm coffee in his hands, "Thank you," he had told her.

The girl left his table, and finally, the boy took a sip of his coffee, the hot liquid running down his throat, as if firewhiskey.

It tasted good. Coffee was great.

By the time he finished his coffee, he thought about writing a note about how much he liked to coffee, but the only thing he has was the receipt from his total.

With a small sign, Draco pulled wand from his sleeve slightly. Just out enough to cast a spell, but not enough to be seen- or at least he hopes so.

He wrote a little note saying; "The latte was great-- But I'm sure a good conversation would make it taste better."

The third time Draco visited the coffee shop, Y/N wasn't alone. There was a guy with her behind the counter.

He looks like someone that wouldn't do any good, if Draco was being honest.

"A caramel latte, please," Draco told the cashier-- or the guy, may I say.

Y/N, hearing his voice, jumped, "Just Draco!" She had exclaimed, “Great to see you, as always!”

The blonde let out a small smile, “I could say the same to you,” he had told her.

“So, a caramel latte, sir?”

Draco averted his eyes to the guy, who says Fidel on his name tag, “Yes. And a cookie.”

“Got it!” Fidel had taken his big bill, and gave him his change, “Your drink will be served soon, please take a seat.”

Y/N waved a tiny goodbye, and so Draco left the counter.

As per usual, the blonde took a seat by the window. And as per usual, it didn’t take long before Y/N walked over to him, his latte, and cookie on a tray, “Caramel latte for just Draco?”

The boy let out a chuckle, “That’s me, I suppose,” he said as Y/N put his coffee down, along with the treat.

“I saw your note, by the way,” the girl smiled, “A conversation over coffee does sound good, doesn’t it?”

Draco felt his cheeks heat up, “Truly,” he said.

Y/N laughed, and sat down in front of the boy, “Good thing it’s a slow day, then! Maybe I could give you a few minutes before Fidel rats me out to his father.”

“Huh,” Draco hummed, feeling a sense of familiarity at that, “Well anyways, would you like some coffee to start with?”

The girl shook his head, “Working in a coffee shop means you get all the coffee you want after closing time, so I’m good, thank you.”

He only nodded, “Right, well,” Draco clears his throat, not really knowing how to start a conversation with a.. well, muggle.

“Are you new around here?” Y/N had asked with a kind smile, “No offense, or anything, it’s just that, in the two years I worked here, the first time that I saw you was a few days ago?”

At that, the blonde shook his head, “Not quite here, I guess,” he let out a sigh, “Let’s just say I’m from another part of England.”

“I see,” Y/N nodded, “Well, what made you move here?”

Draco let out a chuckle, “I didn’t move,” he had said.

“Oh?” Y/N’s eyebrows raised in surprise, “Do you have business around the area for you to pop in from time to time?”

The blonde shook his head, “None.”

“So why do you keep coming back?”

Before the blonde could answer, Fidel yelled for the girl to come back over, “These coffee won’t be serving themselves!”

Y/N looked back at Draco, an apologetic smile on her face, “That’s my cue to leave,” she stood up, taking the tray in her hands, “Will I be seeing you again?”

His silver eyes sparkled under the sun, “Certainly.”

The girl gave him a sweet smile, and left him to enjoy his coffee, a hop in her step as she made her way back to her station.

Draco let out a small chuckle at the girl’s giddiness, before grabbing a table napkin, and writing on it: “I look forward for more conversations with you— over coffee.”

Days turned to weeks, weeks turned to a month.

It has been a routine for the both of them. Draco walking in his black suit, ordering a caramel latte and a cookie, then once he’s sat down, Y/N would take a time to converse with him for a little while, especially on slow days.

But today— today was extremely busy. It’s been cold the whole day, and everyone’s been wanting a cup of hot coffee. The shop was full of cold people, almost every minute the chimes on the door ringing to let Y/N know there’s yet, another cold customer.

To make it worse, Fidel called in sick— which Y/N knew it was a lie. She knew he was probably out the night before, drinking until he couldn’t even stand.

The chimes rang once again, a breath slipping out of her lips. Thank god there’s only an hour left before closing time, because she cannot keep up any more longer.

Y/N was thankful everyone was still either at the side, deciding what to order, or are already seated, so there wasn’t a line. She was surprised to see Draco standing by the counter when she turned around, “Draco!” Her face lightened up. The one time she smiled today, and it was because of him.

If she was being honest, she knew absolutely nothing about him, but there’s this urge that’s pulling her towards him, as if he was a magnet, and she was metal.

The blonde looked around, “Busy day?��

“You could say that,” the girl sighed, “What can I get you tonight? And just a heads up— I might not be able to talk to you until closing time, it’s been so hectic, so I’m already saying sorry about that,” she smiled apologetically.

Draco waved his hand, “It truly is okay. I don’t mind staying until closing time.”

“Great!” Y/N smiled, “So, the usual for you?”

The blonde glanced at the menu, “What about,” he thought for a moment, then looked back at Y/N, “Surprise me.”

Y/N grinned, “I’ll send it right over!”

At that, Draco took a seat, and after a while, the girl already served him his drink, and he enjoyed it without a problem. It was most probably her favorite drink on the menu.

After a while, Draco didn’t notice it was already closing time, he had just noticed it when the chaos calmed down, and people started to leave. It wasn’t long before the last customer (Besides Draco) walked out of the coffee shop and out in the cold.

“And that’s another day done.”

Y/N walked over to Draco, a coffee in hand. She sat down in front of him with a warm smile.

“I don’t know how you handled all that chaos. I’d say I’m impressed,” the blonde smiled.

The girl let out a small laugh, “How was the coffee? It’s my favorite drink on the menu,” she had said, then showing her own cup, which had the same drink as his’.

“I figured. It was great!” Draco nodded, “It might be my new favorite, if I were being honest,” he shrugged.

For a while, the two talked, sending flirty remarks back and forth. It wasn’t hard to miss that the two had found soft spots for one another, and that they liked each other by the way their smiled reached their ears, and their eyes sparkling just at the sight of the other’s.

Were they dumb? Sort of.

But both of them like what they have right now. Sooner or later, they’ll step up, but for now, this was enough.

At some point, Y/N’s eyes averted to the clock, “It’s already midnight?”

Draco glanced at the clock, his eyes widening, “Bloody hell— I kept you for too long, I apologize. You’ve had a long day, and instead of resting, you’re still here.”

Y/N shook her head, nevertheless, stood up, “I enjoyed our time, anyways, so I don’t mind,” she shrugged with a small smile, “However, we truly do need to leave now.”

“Right, of course!”

It wasn’t long before Y/N turned out the lights, and walked out of the shop along with Draco, locking the doors once they were out.

The two faced each other, “This is where I leave you, I suppose,”Y/N had said, hugging herself to warm herself.

Draco, noticing this action, shrugged his blazer off, “What if I walk you home? It’s not safe for a lady to be walking alone at this time,” he was supposed to put his blazer on her shoulders, but she stepped back.

“I’m okay, you’re going to get cold,” Y/N said, “And I’m fine to walk home alone. It’s not that far.”

The blonde shook his head, “I’ll walk you home, and please take the blazer. I never get cold,” he had said.

Y/N let out a breath, and gave up. She took the blazer, slipping her arms into it. It smelt like expensive cologne, as if every drop of it cost thousands of pounds. She felt her cheeks heat up, “Okay, then.”

They both started walking silently, just comfortable around one another. Y/N was still slightly cold, but Draco wasn’t freezing at all. Y/N raised an eyebrow in curiosity, but decided to not say anything about it.

It was a heating charm.

“London’s quite great at night, huh?” Draco had said.

Y/N nodded, “It’s much more better by the palace of Westminster. You could truly see the stars from above!”

The blonde smiled, “Back in school, we had this tower where you could see all the stars so clearly. I always went there whenever I felt down,” he said, nostalgia filling his veins as he remembered the Astronomy Tower. It was his favorite place in the whole castle.

“You seem like you had great time back in school!” The girl said, bumping shoulders with him.

But Draco only shook his head, “It was a nightmare,” he let out a breath, “I wouldn’t want to redo it ag—“ Draco stopped walking, feeling someone following them.

Y/N stopped beside him, “Is something wrong?”

Before Draco could answer, a beam of red light went their way, making the girl yelp in surprise. Draco pulled Y/N in an alley, pulling his wand out, and throwing a spell at whoever was attacking them, “Bloody hell, great timing!” the blonde couldn’t help but exclaim.

He pushed Y/N behind a trashcan as he battled with the man, whoever he was. Beams of light of different colors came out of sticks. Y/N was confused, shock, and.. well, she didn’t know how to feel.

“Stupefy!”

The man flew back, sending him unconscious. Y/N froze in her spot, her eyes wide as saucepans, “Oh my god,” she shivered, “What was that?”

Draco crouched down beside her, “I’m sorry about that,” he sighed, “But this is nothing to worry about, he’s just one of the few Death Eaters who still believe the Dark Lord’s going to rise again despite turning into dust—“

“A death eater? Are you one, too?” Y/N asked, still shocked of what happened.

“Well, I was-“

At that, Y/N immediately stood up, “I can walk myself home, Draco, I appreciate you, truly, but I have to go,” she had said, before turning back, and walking away.

“What— Wait, Y/N! I’m not going to hurt you!” He exclaimed, worry in his eyes, but the girl had already disappeared from his sight.

The blonde ran a frustrated hand through his hair.

What has he done?

For the next few days, Draco took the time to go to the coffee shop, only to find out you called sick. Every time he went, it will always be that Fidel, and no Y/N in sight.

Had he scared her? He wouldn’t be able to forgive himself for that if that was in fact what happened.

Besides that, Draco’s screwed with the Ministry if they find out he did magic in a Muggle’s presence, and that he didn’t obliviate her. But he couldn’t. He doesn’t know if he’ll be able to live with the memories with her, while she doesn’t even know who he is.

It’s been a week of Draco passing by the coffee shop to look for Y/N, but she was never there.

He didn’t want to give up, but he doesn’t even know where to look for her besides the shop. Where was he supposed to look for her? It was nine in the evening, almost no one was around.

A sigh left his lips, looking up at the stars, “Merlin’s beard,” he mumbled under his breath.

Remembering what Y/N said, he made his way towards the Tower Bridge, which was only a few blocks away from where he was.

Y/N wasn’t kidding when she said the view from there was amazing. He could see the sky so clearly, because there weren’t any trees, or anything. He bet the view’s even better on top of the London eye.

“Draco?”

He immediately turned around at the familiar voice, his eyes widening in surprise, “Y/N!” He exclaimed, his face lighting up at the sight of the girl, “Merlin, I’ve been looking for you!” He said. Y/N wore his blazer. She looked better in it that himself.

A soft sigh left Y/N’s lips, “So I’ve heard,” she said, shaking her head, “Look— I’m sorry with how I reacted last week, I was just shocked, and confused, and I had all these questions, and I was just a mess!”

“I can’t say I’m surprised,” the blonde chuckled, “I would be scared of me, too, you know?”

Draco looked down, and the girl noticed that he kept a distance. He didn’t think she was scared of him, did he?

“No one said I was scared,” she laughed, “I’m not, and please don’t think that! I know you wouldn’t hurt a fly!”

At that, the blonde looked up at her, surprised, “You’re not scared?”

“No, Draco, I’m not,” she let out a laugh, “I was just overwhelmed, that’s why I sort of ran away— which I shouldn’t have done. Besides, taking time off from work made me realize that I truly am an idiot, and that I could’ve just talked to you instead of run away, and ghost you.”

Draco let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding, “I understand, it’s okay.”

“Any way I can make it up to you?” Y/N stepped forward to him, and stopping when she was a few inches away.

The blonde couldn’t help but grin, “I can think of different ways,” he smiled.

Y/N laughed, and leaned forward. Draco met her in the middle, capturing his lips onto hers. It felt right. Their lips felt warm, despite the cold weather. The girl smiled into the kiss, their teeth slightly clashing into each other, making Draco laugh, and when the girl pulled away, he tried following her lips, but she didn’t let him.

“What about we have a good conversation some time?” Y/N looked into his eyes. If they were beautiful under the sun, they were even more beautiful under the moon.

Draco smiled, “I like the sound of that,” he said, “Over coffee?”

Y/N nodded.

“Over coffee.”

~~~~~

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Fall to Pieces

Part 1

Submission for Writer Wednesday 9/15/21

Poe Dameron x Reader, Modern AU

“Do I really need to say it?” he finally asks. “Yes.” You need to hear it. You need him to voice it, after two and a half decades of pretending your friendship is nothing more. You need him to admit it, so you can find the nerve to admit it yourself.

Word Count: 4597

Tags/Warnings: Angst. Like, so much angst. Absolutely all the angst. All aboard the angst train. Slight infidelity depending on how you look at it. Lots of bad language words. Did I mention angst? Unbeta'd and probably full of typos.

Author’s Note: It’s been a hot minute since I wrote or at least finished a fic for our favorite hot space droid dad! Missed this flyboy.

I had already been working on this when I saw the 9/15 Writer’s Wednesday prompt, and it felt very apropo for the direction I was going. While this is technically part one of a multi-chapter fic (MY FIRST MULTI CHAPTER FIC THAT I’M ACTUALLY SHARING WITH ANYONE BESIDES MYSELF OMG LOOK AT ME GOOOO!), it can absolutely be read as a (super fucking angsty) standalone. If you want to be tagged in updates, let me know in the notes or send me an ask/dm!

Thanks to @autumnleaves1991-blog and @clydesducktape for hosting my favorite day of the week, and to @paper-n-ashes for, as always, rambling with me about character arcs and egging me on. This angst-fest is entirely her fault. I said what I said. Dividers by @firefly-graphics.

Series Masterlist - Part 2

“...you do love him, right?”

You scoff, focusing on the steam rising from your tea instead of the man perched on the stool next to you. “Of course I love him. What the hell kind of question is that?”

“Just seems kinda sudden, that’s all.”

“We’ve been together for over a year.” The warmth from the mug against your palms doesn’t offer the same comfort it usually does. “It’s the next logical step.”

“‘The next logical step’?” He snorts. “Sounds super romantic.”

You dismissively wrinkle your nose. “Please, you wouldn’t know romance if it bit you in the ass.”

“Romance wasn’t the one who bit me in the ass, that was Olivia. Romance is the one who sucks my-”

“Don’t you dare finish that sentence, you pig.” But your words lack any serious castigation, and you can’t help smiling as you finally glance at him.

With his stool angled towards you, one foot propped carelessly on the foot rail, he’s the picture of casual confidence. He’s got that easy grin on his face, the one that draws people in without even trying. You know that smile so completely, you're sure you’d be able to feel it’s warmth, be able to feel his effortless, unconditional affection, from lightyears away. You’re probably the only person on Earth who can tell when it doesn't quite reach his eyes, and the smile becomes a façade.

Like it is now.

You both pretend you can’t tell.

“I’m just saying,” he says, tilting the neck of his beer at you for effect, “Weddings are about romance, the binding of two souls for all eternity! ‘The next logical step’ doesn’t sound like a blushing bride planning her wedding; it sounds like a stockbroker talking about next quarter’s investment opportunities.”

“I’m sorry, did you just call me a blushing bride?” It’s easy to hide your inner turmoil under the gentle ribbing that has always been one of the best parts of your relationship. “What am I, the virginal heroine of a romance novel?”

His snort is ill-timed, as it coincides with the sip he’s taking of his drink. You laugh as he sputters, and softly thump him on the back. “Easy there, Romeo.”

“Pardon me for thinking a wedding should be a celebration instead of a transaction,” he finally manages to cough out.

“Oh, so my marriage is a transaction now.”

His hands fly up in self defense. “Hold up, I didn’t say your marriage, I said-”

“It’s extraordinary, truly, how you manage to shove your entire foot in your mouth like that.”

“We really need to work on your listening comprehension, I said nothing about-”

Your server sets his plate in front of him. “Poe, honey, you ever heard of ‘stopping while you’re ahead’?”

“C’mon, Miss Patty, back me up here,” Poe entreats the older woman. “Marriage shouldn’t be all logical, right?”

“They call it a partnership for a reason, you noodle,” you can’t help but interject.

Patty’s smile to you is fond as she schools Poe. “See? This is why she’s the brains and the beauty between the two of you.” She reaches across the counter to squeeze your hand, admiring your ring with motherly affection. “I woulda been questioning his sanity if your man hadn’t put a ring on it as soon as he could. You’ve always been a catch, babygirl.

“And you-” The look she levels at Poe is so reminiscent of your 10th grade geometry teacher you have to smother your giggle. “-you stop raining on her parade, or I’m callin’ your daddy.”

Momentarily scandalized, Poe’s jaw drops. “You wouldn’t.”

“Watch me, kid.” Patty crosses her arms with the attitude of a woman who has raised four children and has zero time for your shit. “You either put up, or shut up.”

You immediately lower your gaze to your mug and take a furtive sip.

Poe opens his mouth to make some (most likely tasteless) quip, but is saved from the wrath of Patty by the bell dinging in the window.

She makes the universal ‘I’ll be watching you’ sign at Poe. “Kes is on my speed dial. Don’t test me.”

“Yes, Miss Patty,” Poe replies by rote, waiting until she walks away to murmmer, "Do you think Mrs. Rudesky trained her in that glare?"

You can’t help your snicker. “Somebody’s in trooouble.”

“Naw.” He dismissively waves his hand, handing you the ketchup with the other. “Miss Patty loves me. She does, don’t you look at me in that tone of voice; you know it’s true.”

You chuck a sugar packet at his head as he laughs and turns to his plate.

While he demolishes half of his burger and you pick at your fries, you can’t help but fixate on Patty’s comment to Poe. Of course you know exactly what she meant. To address it with Poe would mean crossing a line you could never uncross. You haven’t been brave enough to take that risk before; are you brave enough now?

Your ring feels like a ticking clock, and you idly twist it with your thumb as you lose yourself to a tempest of overthinking.

“Anyway,” Poe says around a mouthful of food, saving you from your thoughts, “All I'm saying is you might as well just go to the courthouse if you don’t want to give it the gravitas it deserves.”

It takes you a moment to remember he’s talking about your wedding. “Maybe that's exactly what we'll do.”

His exaggerated horror makes you laugh. “I forbid it," he scolds, waving a fry for emphasis. "You don’t get to deprive me of my Best Guy duties.”

“Presumptuous of you to assume you’re going to be my Best Guy,” you sass, taking another sip of your tea.

“Presumptuous of you to assume I’d let anyone usurp me.” He toasts you with the remnants of his burger. “Someone’s gotta bring the romance to this shindig, honey.”

Your eyebrow cocks almost involuntarily. “We’ve been over this, you are absolutely not the go-to expert on romance.”

He tries and fails to look offended. “I’ll have you know I’m a VERY romantic guy.”

“Poe. The love of your life is a 34 pound corgi.”

He flippantly tosses a curl off his forehead. “Please, BeeBee knows she’s gotta share my heart with-” His sentence abruptly cuts off.

Even though his words are glib, they immediately extinguish the levity of your banter. You both know how his sentence ends.

“Sorry.” Poe finally breaks the uncomfortable silence. “I- sorry.”

Swallowing your heartache, you shrug, feigning nonchalance. “It’s fine.”

It’s not, but that subject is mutually understood to be taboo.

It’s the Unspoken Truth that is never discussed. The two of you have been considered a packaged deal by everyone since, well, forever. Defining the semantics of your relationship has always felt trivial, when the depth of your connection is immeasurable.

Now, though, with your wedding looming, the need for honesty carries an exigence it never has before.

You twist your ring once more.

“...tell me why Patty told you to ‘put up or shut up’.” It’s a demand, not a question, blurted out before your brain catches up with your mouth. You stare resolutely at the chipping tile surrounding the order window, unable to look at him.

His meal halfway to his mouth, you can feel the startled weight of his gaze. The apprehension of finally putting words to the underlying bond that has always existed between you nearly suffocates you both.

He slowly lowers his food back down to his plate, wiping his mouth and hands with a napkin as one last futile delay of the inevitable. “Do I really need to say it?” he finally asks.

“Yes.” You need to hear it. You need him to voice it, after two and a half decades of pretending your friendship is nothing more.

You need him to admit it, so you can find the nerve to admit it yourself.

“I-” His normally suave confidence is nowhere to be found, and it’s with desperation he croaks out, “Why?”

“Because…” You trail off, trying to find the right words when none exist. The ring makes another revolution. “Because isn’t it time for us to be honest with each other?”

Your heart is racing, and you’re sure it’s audible from across the diner. You’d wager Poe’s is as well, given the ashen color of his skin.

He clears his throat. “Can’t we keep pretending?”

His voice takes you back to when you were children, when he knelt in the grass next to the freshly installed headstone bearing his mother’s name, asking plaintively why his mother had to die. You didn’t have an answer for him then, and you don’t have one that isn’t selfish for him now.

You try to keep your voice from trembling as you give that selfish reason. “Because I’m getting married, Poe. I need you to say it before everything changes.”

I need you to say it before it’s too late.

He’s silent for several long moments, and you can feel disappointed tears welling until he finally speaks.

“I first saw you on the day your family moved in,” he says quietly. “You came over when your parents were meeting my parents across the hedge. Remember how ecstatic they were that there was another kid the same age next door? When you introduced yourself to me, your smile-” He can’t help one of his own as he relives the memory. “Your smile was pure sunshine. And it changed my whole world.”

Yours had changed too, the first time he’d given you that sweet half-grin, so different from the self-assured smirk he shows everyone else.

The entire diner seems to hold its breath as he softly, but sincerely, finally admits to The Unspoken Truth:

“That was when I started to fall for you.” He finally meets your eyes. “And I’ve never stopped.”

You hoped the admission of the secret would remove the elephant from where it's sat on your chest for years, freeing you to fill your lungs deeper than you've ever been able to before. But it doesn't. It merely shifts the weight to your stomach, queasy with anxiety. You wonder in that moment if you’ve made a terrible mistake, finally exposing the truth between the pair of you. Because now, you have to face the reckoning of your own choices.

You twist the ring again.

Poe is blissfully unaware of your inner anguish. His eyes haven’t left your face, and you’re sure he doesn’t even realize his body is leaning towards yours, drawn by an indefinable magnetism. “But you’ve known, right?” His voice is barely loud enough to hear over the cacophony of the dinner rush. “You have to have known.”

For half a heartbeat, you consider denying it. But you’ve never been able to lie to him.

You nod, infinitesimally.

He looks like he can’t decide if he’s relieved or horrified. “How long?”

You lick your lips. “Since that day at the creek.”

“Since-” He sits back heavily on his stool. “Fuck.”

The memory hangs between you, simultaneously sentimental and sober.

“I can’t drive past the park without thinking about it,” you quietly admit.

“I couldn’t forget that day if I tried.” His chuckle lacks both sincerity and strength. “That was when you always had those braids-”

“Oh god, not the braids.” You cover your cheeks with your hands. “I was hoping you’d forgotten those.”

“Never. They were adorable.” His smile is fond. But the levity slowly fades from his expression, and he clears his throat. “When I heard you scream, I- I don’t even remember running. I was on the baseball diamond one second and then I was there.”

You remember. A picnic with your parents at the riverside park, where you'd used Poe’s recruitment by schoolmates for a game of catch as an excuse to escape to the peace of the water.

Like Poe, the rest is burned into your memory; the pyrographed terror as you slipped on the slick rocks and tumbled down the bank, your rapidly-failing grip on the crag all that kept you from the rushing current below; that fear reborn as relief when you felt his hands seize yours and haul you back to safety. He’d wrapped you in his arms as your body shook in silent shock, refusing to let go until Kes pried his arms away so your mother could squeeze you. She’d sobbed her gratitude to Poe while Kes hugged him tightly with relief.

But you didn’t feel truly safe until that night, when Poe met you in the treehouse, and held you while your tears finally fell.

Poe, the boy with curly hair and the cocksure smile; the other half of your soul.

After that day, the change between you was slight, and if you weren’t so attuned to everything that was him, you might not have noticed. But even at that young age, you knew Poe as well as you knew yourself. And that meant the subtle shifting of balance between your twin orbits was as irrefutable as the pull of the moon on the seas.

He studies his hands; those calloused, strong hands that have held your own countless times over the course of your lives. “I didn’t- I mean, what twelve-year-old has any concept of what love is, really? You love your dog, you love your grandma’s snickerdoodles, you love dinosaurs, whatever; but how can you understand what it means to love another person? To truly, deeply love someone, the way your parents love each other? A kid can’t process feelings like that.”

You quash the instinct to reach for his hand.

“It was even more confusing because it was you, us.” He’s still addressing his hands, but his voice is regaining some of his signature tenacity. “Shit, you’ve been my best friend since I was six-fucking-years-old. We practically grew up at each other’s houses. I call your parents Mom and Dad. You have a fucking Christmas stocking at our house! It shouldn’t feel like this, I shouldn’t want-'' His curls become chaotic as he rakes a hand through his hair. “I have dreamed of telling you how I feel since, fuck, since you were shaking in my arms next to that fucking creek. You can’t possibly understand, it’s-” He swallows whatever he is about to say as he drops his head and grips the back of his neck like a lifeline.

This is a side of Poe he’s tried so carefully to keep secret. It would be startling to see him so exposed if you weren’t feeling the exact same way.

“I have loved our friendship as much as I’ve loved you,” he eventually says, his voice lacking its usual fire. “I have never felt this kind of connection with anyone. None of the women I’ve dated, none of the other friends I’ve had, not my parents; there has never, ever, been anyone in my life as important to me as you. So that day, when for half a heartbeat I had to consider what my life would be without you in it, fuck.”

You don’t dare to breathe.

“I’m pretty sure that was the day I fell in love with you as more than my best friend,” he muses. “Or, rather, that was the day I knew.”

The crack in your heart grows even larger.

“‘Cause really, I fell for you little by little, every single day I’ve known you, until you were so firmly entrenched in my heart that it would stop beating without you. It was something in here-” He rubs the left side of his chest. “-and I just knew. I knew you were it for me.” He makes a sound that’s half laugh and half sob. “I can’t even remember what it felt like before you. Loving you is as essential to me as breathing.”

His words sit like lead in your stomach, their weight shackled to your every whisper of doubt about your engagement, your relationship, your resolve to ignore what your own heart has known for years.

Your ring sparkles under the lights, a beacon of your guilt.

“I-” You have to stop and lick your dry lips before you can speak. “This isn’t fair, Poe.”

His brow pinches. “Honey-“

“No, Poe, you-” You press a palm against your forehead, desperately trying not to cry. “This isn’t fair. It’s been years. Why didn’t you- I’m getting married, Poe.”

“Yeah, I caught that.” You can see his hackles starting to rise.

It doesn’t quell the need to deflect your frustration with yourself as anger back towards him. “We’ve been friends for 25 years, and you waited until I’m fucking engaged to finally admit all of this?”

“I wasn't alone in this,” he defends. “You never brought it up before now, either.”

“So?! You could have said something years ago, you could have stopped me before I- before-” You realize your volume and glance around, embarrassment burning up your neck. Only the people sitting closest to you have taken notice, but merely glance curiously before going back to their own conversations. Mortified regardless, you turn back to Poe and swallow thickly. “Were you ever going to admit it, if I hadn’t said something?”

You know his answer before he says the words. “No.”

His admission stings more than you’d care to admit. “Didn’t you want- why didn’t you even want to try?”

Why wasn’t I worth the risk?

You can see the tick in his jaw as he struggles to find his words.

“I was scared.” His voice cracks, and he has to take a moment to compose himself enough to continue. “I didn’t know well enough to say anything when we were kids, and after I… I know I was different when I came back.”

You’re shaking your head before he even finishes his sentence. You know what he’s going to say. “No, Poe-“

“Don’t. It’s the truth. I was, I am, different,” he insists. “And I need you to hear- I have to get this out. Please.”

If it weren’t for the pain in his eyes, you would have continued to protest. But you swallow your objections and listen.

He breathes deeply, almost as if courage will be inhaled with the oxygen. “I wish I regretted joining up, but I don’t. I can’t. They needed me over there. I’m a damn good nurse, and I know I made a difference.”

You nod. “You are, Poe. And you did.” You will never tell him you’d cried yourself to sleep for two solid weeks after he’d shipped out.

The waiver in his voice makes you want to cry all over again. “The things I saw- the things I did, you can’t-” He sucks in a desperate lungful of air. “You can’t live through that and not come out changed. I’m not that same person I was, back when I fell in love with you. And you…” He desperately looks away as his eyes well with tears.

It takes every bit of restraint you possess not to jump off your stool and gather him into your arms.

“It isn’t that you’re not worth it, sweetheart,” he says once he’s regained his composure. “It’s that you’re worth everything. You deserve-” His shoulders slump as he takes a shaky breath. “You deserve the world. And I am too fucking broken to deserve you.”

As your eyes water, you try to cling to your indignation. But the fire in your belly is gone. All that remains is the gnawing emptiness of grief.

Next to you, Poe shoves a fist across one suspiciously wet cheek, before sitting up with a sniffle and resolve. “So, I kept my mouth shut. I was wrong and I was a fucking coward, but you asked why.” He presents a hand, palm up. “That’s why.”

“I deserve to have made that choice for myself,” you whisper.

He exhales heavily. “I know.”

The two of you lapse into silence once more, but unlike before, it’s not comfortable. Poe’s heartache radiates from every pore in his body, and your shame smothers you where you sit, until it becomes too much to hold.

“I'm sorry I was such a coward,” you finally manage to whisper. “I could have admitted the same things, and I didn’t because I was terrified I was reading you wrong, and that you didn’t really want me like that.”

The barest flicker of hope enters his eyes.

“I’ve loved you since I was six-years-old.” Your confession is barely audible. “I don’t know how to be me without you.”

Even knowing they need to be said, the words stick in your throat. You shift your focus to the peeling vinyl of the counter, willing your lips not to tremble as you force out what feels so wrong you can scarcely bear it. “...so maybe it’s a good thing, then, us not doing this 'til now. Now we can learn how to be on our own.”

Around you, the diner continues through a normal Friday evening. Plates clatter in the kitchen as the cooks call out orders; someone starts Patsy Cline on the jukebox in the corner; Patty cracks jokes with a regular at the other end of the counter.

But you and Poe exist in a frozen heartbeat, the silence between you deafening and endless.

You can feel his eyes fixed on you, the warm carob gaze that has always seen through every bluff and emotional barricade you’ve ever attempted; those eyes that crinkle when he laughs, that always hold such affection; those eyes that looked up at you, filled with tears, as you held him next to his mother’s grave; you’ve lived a lifetime in his eyes.

And now you can’t bear to look, knowing you are the one responsible for what you’ll surely see.

“You-” Rasping, he clears his throat, pausing for several long moments before he speaks again. “That’s it then?”

The first of your tears escape as you shake your head, still unable to look at him. “Of course not.”

“‘Being on our own’ sure sounds like you’re done with us- with me.”

Hurt laces his words, and you finally gather the strength to look up. His face is pale and impassive, the tick in his jaw the only tell that he’s holding on to his composure by a swiftly-fraying thread.

“That’s not what I meant,” you insist.

He makes a noise that borders between a laugh and a curse. “Then what? What do you mean? For the love of God, I am begging you to tell me what you mean.”

That’s the issue- your head and your heart are at war over the decision. Your head says you need space, that you both need to figure out how to exist in what will be your new normal, with Poe no longer your binary for the first time in your lives; You owe it to your fiancé, to yourself- and to Poe- to establish those boundaries now.

Even if your heart doesn’t want to agree.

“I mean that it’s not fair for us to carry this- this,” you clumsily explain, gesturing between you both. “We can’t carry that part of our relationship anymore if we aren’t- if we’re not going to be anything besides friends. It's not fair to...” You swallow thickly. "...anyone."

His bark of laughter is scornful.

“You don’t get to be pissed at me,” you jab back with a glower. “You’ve had twenty five years- fuck, Poe, twenty five years, to admit your own feelings; you do not get to be pissed at me.”

“You’ve had twenty five years to admit it yourself!” The pain you’re both feeling is more than evident in his voice. “This isn’t one sided; I’m not the only one to blame here.”

The entire conversation has been at such a low volume, even Patty has yet to noticed that your relationship is in the midst of a supernova. You’re both vibrating with hurt, and anger, and mourning for a friendship that can never completely return to what it was before.

When Poe speaks, you’re so wrapped in your own turmoil you almost don’t hear him. “Are you still going to marry him?”

It’s one last chance, one last hope for the future you've both dreamed of.

But it’s come far too late. And your silence is the confirmation you can’t force yourself to say.

With a broken nod, Poe drops his head into his hands.

When his shoulders start shaking, you scoot off the stool, ducking under his arms and wrapping yours around his chest. You burrow your face against his neck as you’ve done a thousand times before. He reciprocates, holding you securely, almost reverently.

“All that matters to me is you’re happy,” he eventually murmurs, his breath warm against your hair. “Really. Don’t ever doubt that.” He takes a deep, shuddering breath. You can feel it in his body, always so warm against yours, and your heart cracks even more. “I love you as much as he does,” he chokes out, fiercely. “You know that, right?”

You tip your head up to meet his gaze, trying and failing to force your lips into a smile. “I know.”

Time slows to a standstill as you cling to each other, and you both know what's about to happen.

He searches your eyes, seeking permission, maybe even hoping you’ll stop him before you both cross a line that can never be undone. But you can’t resist this, not when you’ve longed for it for so long. He delicately caresses the line of your jaw, using that single finger to gently guide your head forward, and presses his lips to yours.

You know it’s wrong. God, it’s so wrong. But you can’t find it in you to care. You meet him fully, neither of you hesitating as his mouth slants over yours, and you taste each other for the first time. You can feel his heart racing in his chest as he pulls your body even closer against his, and feel your own heart mirror the frantic pace as you desperately hold on to him.

Novels celebrate the moments of true love’s kiss with choirs of heavenly song, fireworks, and overwhelming passion. But the first kiss between two halves of the same soul doesn’t need angels or fireworks. It’s peace. It’s balance. It’s the sense of your heart finally, finally finding completion.

And having to end that kiss, with the knowledge that it can never happen again, feels like the universe itself is ripping in two.

It takes every bit of strength you still possess to pull away, both of you breathing heavily, unable or unwilling to end this moment.

The laughter from a booth across the diner finally breaks the spell, and as you realize this is possibly the end of your story with Poe, your heart breaks right along with it.

The ring is a leaden weight on your finger, pulling you down to the bottom of the sea.

A sob bubbles up from your chest. You can't do this anymore. You frantically gather your things, tossing a few bills on the counter and avoiding his attempt to help.

“I- I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, Poe, I can’t- I have to-”

You freeze halfway across the diner when he gently says your name. You don’t need to see his face to feel the resignation in his words.

“There’s nothing I can say, is there?”

You can’t look back or you’ll completely shatter. “Goodbye, Poe.”

The jingle of the bell feels like an admonishment as you push through the door.

Series Masterlist - Part 2

A/N: The title comes from “I Fall to Pieces” by Patsy Cline.

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redorich · 3 years

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Very angsty angst of Hermit!Tommy trying to commit not alive,, before Grian stops him.

Be warned! Sewer slide attempt, just very sad stuff

(Hermit!Tommy au) currently crying because I’m imagining Grian the gremlin child completely breaking down while holding this smaller gremlin child -Split

howdy, red here! given the content of this fic, and the length, i’ve elected to include a readmore. this is a great fic :) thank you for writing <3

Grian is optimistic. Grian is this mischievous gremlin who always makes others happy and always wants to have fun. Grian is happy. But entering the nether and seeing Tommy standing on a one block wide path of logs on a cliff that overhangs lava, staring down, makes him crack. No not crack. Shatter.

The dude is just trying to get to the upside down, when he discovers a hole in the side of his tunnel. Peaking through he notices the vague arch shape leads to an open part of the nether, where a line of logs extends out of a cliff of netherrack. A small oak sign is in front of him. When Grian squats down to read it, he notices it says ‘screaming station’. But he hears no screaming, there’s no yells. Only silence.

He glances up to see the back of his new friend Tommy. The old and worn coat hes wearing is practically falling apart, and his gloves have holes in them. He’s facing towards the open lava lake. A heavy aura surrounds him. He’s not moving, except for his foot that traces the edge of the last log. It’s a bittersweet thing. He doesn’t want to jump, but he’s pushing himself to do it. Teasing himself. Hell suddenly got a lot colder.

“Tommy?” Grian’s voice is just above a whisper. A shiver runs down his spine, but he collects himself. He takes a few cautious steps towards the younger boy. “For a screaming station, I don’t hear much sound from ya, bud.”

The boy doesn’t turn around. Something’s wrong. Normally Tommy would at least pull at his sword, threaten to hurt Grian, or get scared and flee. He’s not doing anything.

“Tommy.” He tries again, louder. “Are you afk? You shouldn’t do that here, something can knock you into the lava.”

No answer. It’s so painfully obvious what’s going on, Grian just doesn’t want to admit it to himself. There’s no way this..this child is doing that. But..no one just stands over a sea of death like that for no reason. Grian tries to make light of situations, but he’s not stupid. He understands.

“Tommy, answer me.” He shifts, no longer trying to joke. It’s serious now, he’s worried.

Nothing.

“Tommy, please!” His feet take him to the log extension, not daring to go on however. It has no stability, would it even support two people on it? The builder’s heart pounds in his chest.

It’s only when the blonde takes a step forward with clenched fists and eyes squeezed shut, does Grian leap forward. He grips the younger’s obnoxiously red shirt, pulling him back to the makeshift log platform. They both freeze in shock. Grian drags Tommy back to stable ground, and completely breaks down. He pulls the other into a tight embrace, and the waterworks begin. He pets Tommy’s hair and rubs shapes into his back as the younger finds himself beginning to sniffle too. These are the hugs Wilbur would give when he was slowly loosing it. Desperate hugs, when both people are so broken they just need someone to hold onto. Hugs that were meant for crying while embracing someone you love so tight your hands go numb.

They sit there, crying together. But, Tommy notices, Grian is not just crying, he’s shaking. “Tommy, who hurt you?” he whispers. “Who did this to you?” He pulls away and their eyes meet, his two hands on the boy’s shoulders and all he feels in sorrow and fear. Fear not because Tommy tried to end his life, but because his old server has pushed him so hard that he even thought about it in the first place. Not because Tommy flinches when you go near him or because he spars until someone dies because that’s how he was taught, but because all Grian sees in Tommy’s now grey-blue eyes is himself.

“I don’t know” his voice cracks and his answer makes no sense, but it’s the only thing the blonde can push out of himself. Tommy really doesn’t know. It could be Tubbo. Tubbo, the best friend who sent him out into the wilderness all alone to fight and defend by himself. It could be Wilbur, who went insane and dragged his county and all the citizens down with him, scarring his younger brother who looked up to him with all the hope in the world. It could be Dream, the bastard, no friend, no bastard, who manipulated him just like his brother and tried to drive him to hate on everyone and everything he knows. It could be his father, his own father, who neglected him for his favourite child, who didn’t raise him and let him go off on his own aged 16 to fight in wars and get killed. It could be the whole server, and how they raged wars over land and discs and animals, and how they were power hungry, and how they were all stupid traitors who were bound to turn on one another any second.

Tommy just does not get it. All the hermits have ever been is nice. They want nothing in return and they laugh and everything is fun. Why? Why don’t they fight, why isn’t there any wars? Why do they look at him with pity when he talks about his battles? Why do they cringe when he spars? Why do they cry when he explains the way of life in the SMP? Why is everything so frustratingly different?

But he doesn’t feel frustrated right now. He feels guilty and shameful. He looks at Grian and sees the horror and desperation on his face as he clutches the fabric of Wilbur’s coat in his hands and sobs. Grian can’t help but sob. Sob the lost of Tommy’s childhood, sob for all the wars he’s been forced to fight in, sob for all the trauma he’s went through, and sob for the boy who is like a little brother to him that just tried to end his life.

“You’ve only just started living you can’t end yourself yet. You’re only 16, you can’t Tommy you can’t. You’re whole life is ahead of you. Stay here, you’ll like it here. You already do. I’ve noticed you smiling more, I’ve seen how carefree and calm you feel when floating through the air, I know my chicken pranks are growing on you and I know you love how you can be happy here. Stay with me. Tommy, we’ll help you. I’ll help you.”

“You will?”

“Yes! You belong here. Healing takes time and I’ll be by your side every second. Tommy you are supposed to be here.

It was meant to be.”

Hooooo boy this was kinda sad wasn’t it? :D I hope you enjoy it! Thanks for allowing me to submit this, it means a lot! I love your work and you totally inspired me with the headcannons and drabbles of the family dynamic Grian and Tommy got going on!

Follow me, @split-em ! :))

#tommyinnit #hermit!tommy au #hermit!tommy #angst #hermitcraft #hermitcraft grian #grian #dream smp #sleepy bois inc #submission

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melwilson · 3 years

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Good For You - B.B.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Rating: Modern AU. Kinda angsty, Fluff

Warnings: Mentions of ptsd, suicide, anxiety

A/N: I wrote this in honor of our beloved Bucky’s birthday (yes, this is a few days late) I also just think it’s important to recognize the struggle that war vets go through on the daily. As someone who had family in the military, it sucks to watch them come home and not know how to live a civilian life. What is portrayed in this imagine is not the life of every vet, but the truth is...most are struggling. They’ve seen and done things that no one should ever have to, but they do it so we as civilians don’t have to and can live freely. veterans deserve the world. be kind.

Torrid. Sweltering. Iraqi heat.

The low rumble of a humvee. Buzzing flies.

Grumbled complaints, laughter following.

Cold steel of a semi-automatic.

Silence.

A high-pitched ringing. Smoke. Panic.

Hot sand. Flashes of light. Pain.

“Sergeant L/n...L/n...Y/n...”

“Y/n, hey. You alright?”

You blinked once. Twice. A third time before you finally came to yourself. A sharp breath passed between your lips, your eyes locking with a pair of warm brown ones. It had been months since your last flashback thanks to your weekly meetings with former Air Force pilot, Sam Wilson. He had approached you at the VA after he spotted you trying to sneak out. Bathroom or an exit strategy, you couldn’t really tell the difference. You had only gone to the meeting because your brother thought it might be good for you to attend one. There was a lot rolling around in your head. There was a burden you were carrying that no one could carry alone. Your brother knew that and if you wouldn’t open up to him maybe you would open up to someone who could relate to you. Months later you were thanking him for pushing you to go because there you had met your best friend and confidant. Sam was a light in your life when you never thought you would see light again. After getting back state side, he took it upon himself to help new war veterans. Though it took you awhile to warm up to him, you were grateful to talk to someone with shared life experience.

“Flashback?” Sam asked, his voice understanding. In the first few months of your meetings, you couldn’t go a day without seeing what had happened. It haunted you and no matter how hard you tried you couldn’t outrun it. So you stopped trying. For awhile it felt as if you were drowning. You were too tired and the surface was too far. You were in so deep that there was no sunlight to guide you back. But slowly, your sessions with Sam allowed light to penetrate the surface. Each session allowed the light to go a little deeper guiding you up until you could grab onto Sam’s hand and he could help you up the rest of the way.

“Yeah...but I’m good.” Your voice was firm. Believable. To anyone else they would have moved on and changed the subject. Sam had gotten good at reading you. Your eyes told the story your lips refused to tell. “What were you saying?”

He nodded, shifting in his seat. “There’s a group meeting tonight. You don’t have to talk, but I think you should come. The people there...are good people.”

Your eyes glanced over the brick building that held the stories of many men and women who had been neglected by their country. Men and women who deserved better. You sighed as you pulled open the glass door, the solemn atmosphere hanging over you like a cloud. It didn’t matter that the sun was shining brightly through the windows, the things that were shared were anything but bright and uplifting. You stuffed your hands into the pockets of your jean jacket, your feet padding softly against the tile floor. The smell of coffee filled your nostrils as you rounded the corner into Sam’s room. He sent you a smile and a wave from where he was standing across the room. You returned the smile before grabbing a styrofoam cup and filling it with the warm liquid. Slowly, the room began to fill with veterans who usually had to fight the war going on in their heads alone. But for two hours, they were able to fight alongside those who understood. Those like you.

“I’m glad you’re here,” Sam said, his shoulder brushing your own. He grabbed his own cup, filling it coffee, neglecting cream and sugar.

“I am too.”

You sat silently towards the back the room, listening intently to what was being shared and the bits of wisdom Sam threw out for the taking. He was such an easy-going, caring person. He was easy to talk to, never judged. There was a sincerity in his eyes that deemed him trustworthy. That’s why so many people liked him.

So far only four out of the twelve in attendance had shared. Steve- a tall, blonde, former seal who served six tours located all over the world. He was the physical embodiment of a soldier. You had seen him around the VA and Sam’s place before. He was kind, but his eyes held the weight of one who had seen too much. Tony- a marine whose story surprised you. He was smart and came from a wealthy family. He joined the military because taking over his family’s business didn’t appeal to him. He was quick witted and had a cocky smirk that made everyone roll their eyes. Natasha- A fiery red head who served as a Navy intelligence officer. She now worked in the private security business, but carried around a load of baggage from her days in the military. Clint- Former army sniper who retired after nearly being killed. He decided it was time to throw in the towel before he left his wife a widow and his three kids without a dad.

“In case you hadn’t noticed, we have someone new tonight,” Sam mentioned. He held out his hand to a man sitting on the left of Steve. There was a ball cap atop his head, his shoulder length hair tucked behind his ears. He sported a brown jacket on top of a worn, red henley that was much too tight for his frame, dark blue jeans, a pair of black combat boots. “This is James, aka Bucky. It took a lot to get him to agree to show up, so please make him feel welcome. Let’s take a break.”

Soon the room filled with low chatter and Sam’s presence was felt behind you.

“Army vet,” he muttered shortly. “Five tours. He’s been home for a year cooped up in his apartment dealing with his mess. It’s torn him apart. You should go talk to him.”

You turned to him, an eyebrow raised.

“You’d be good for him,” Sam replied. He’d be good for you too.

Before you could object, Sam had pushed you in Bucky’s direction. You turned around, subtly flipping him off before taking a seat next to the brown-haired man. He glanced at you and you offered him a small smile.

“I, um, just wanted to introduce myself,” you said softly. “I’m Y/n.” You extended your hand, which he took hesitantly.

“James,” he muttered back. “Do you come to these often?”

You nodded, pulling your hand back, your fingers grazing over the callouses on James’ palm. “Sam forces me to. I don’t really have a choice.” An airy chuckle passed through your lips. “They help though,” you added, “If that’s what you’re really wanting to ask. I’m not a very open person either. Coming home with no purpose, no orders, and with what was going on inside my head...was detrimental. It’s not overstating things to say that Sam saved my life. I was hesitant to come too, but it was worth it. I’m here.” I’m alive.

He tilted his head up slightly, his eyes bouncing around the room nervously.

“I talked to Sam privately. I don’t feel comfortable talking in front of a group like this.”

“Does it have to be Sam?” He asked. “Like can I maybe talk to you?”

You were taken aback by his question, your eyes widening in surprise. Everyday was an uphill battle to keep your thoughts under control. Trying to help someone else with their trauma was a huge step. A step Sam had been urging you to take. “Me?”

“You don’t have to,” James rushed, “you just seem...nice.”

“No, no, It’s okay, We can grab coffee somewhere, or meet here.”

“What about you’re place?” James suggested.

You nodded. “Yeah, yeah. That sounds great. How does tomorrow sound?”

It was a five o’clock on the dot when there was a knock on your apartment door. You stood up and rubbed your sweaty palms on your jeans. You weren’t sure how Sam was such a natural, but you were already nervous. Opening the door, you were greeted with James. He was basically wearing the same thing as the day before, but instead of a red henley, a dark blue one covered his torso. His right hand was stuffed into the pocket of his jeans, a tight-lipped smile on his face.

“Hi,” you said softly, “Come on in.”

You watched as James’ eyes raked over your apartment. It smelled vaguely of the coffee you had brewed and fresh hardwood. To his left was a panel of windows with a beautiful view of the city. The sun was just overhead sending a stream of light into the room making it naturally warm. It’s homey, he thought to himself. A few picture frames littered the walls, a couple on the tables on either side of the couch. A particularly large picture caught his eye. A wide smile was on your face, your arms thrown around what seemed to be people from your unit. Your skin was kissed by the sun and James was sure he had never seen a more beautiful woman. Even though the photo was a little blurry, he could see the light in your eyes. A light, that looking at you right now, your eyes seemed to lack.

“Can I get you anything?” You asked, noticing how James hadn’t made any movement towards the couch.

“Water is fine.”

You returned from the kitchen with two glasses of ice water. James followed you to the couch where he sat down next to you, leaving a considerable amount of space between the two of you. This is the second time he had left his apartment in a week. He wasn’t sure the last time he actually had the will to get out of bed.

“We don’t have to deep dive into anything personal today. I know we don’t know each other and I know that this is weird for the both of us. You can ask me a couple of questions if you’d like.”

James sat stiffly on the couch, his knee bouncing slightly. “Where did you serve?”

“Germany, Egypt, Afghanistan. You?”

“Yemen, Bangladesh, Pakistan, Syria, Japan.”

You turned towards him, pulling a knee onto the couch. “Thank you.”

James glanced at you quizzically. “For what?”

“For what you did for this country. I know you don’t get told often enough. None of us do.” There was a sad smile on your face as you made eye contact, James’ blue eyes searching your own. His eyes were beautiful, though they had more darkness than any pair of brown eyes you had ever seen. They told his story and displayed the icy waves that threatened to pull him under.

“I don’t remember the last time someone said that to me,” James said sadly.

“Well, if no one else ever does...I will.”

Over the course of the next few weeks, not much was shared between the two of you. You learned that James wasn’t much of a talker, but he enjoyed listening to you. He enjoyed the comfort and warmth that you brought. Although he didn’t talk much, he was gradually becoming more comfortable around you. He was no longer sitting stiff on the edge of your couch. He knew where the glasses were to get himself water. He even suggested leaving your apartment a few times. You were proud of the progress he was making. It was slow and subtle, but maybe that’s what he needed.

Something was off. James could tell. You were unusually quiet and fidgety. Your usual calm demeanor was replaced with something he couldn’t exactly pinpoint.

“What’s wrong?” he asked after twenty minutes of silence.

Your head snapped up, fingers messing the dog tags around your neck. “Nothing.” Not once had James seen you wear your dog tags or, as a matter of fact, seen anything that related to the army except for pictures.

“It’s an anniversary,” James put together, “You lost someone.”

Naturally, your gaze fell to the picture of your unit on the wall. An overwhelming sadness crept over you, your shoulders slumping, furrowed eyebrows tugging at each other.

“I-“

James cut you off before you could speak. “We don’t have to talk about it. I understand...and if you want to be alone, I understand that too.”

“No,” you shot back, “No, I want to talk about it. I want you to stay...please.” There was a desperation in your voice that you hated and that James had never heard before.

“I’ll stay. I’m here,” he reminded.

You swallowed allowing yourself to feel the emotions you had been trying to push away for a week. “We were in Afghanistan.” A distant look formed in your eyes. “Just a routine drive around the outskirts of the city. We stopped to talk to some the people...the kids would always run up to us because they knew we carried candy. This day we were taking a different route. It was a route traveled by locals so we just assumed it was safe...as safe as it could be for Americans. If we went under fire...there were fourteen of us. We could handle it. I remember having an off feeling about traveling this new route, but you always have an on edge feeling in a place like that. It keeps you aware. I shrugged it off, but I should have known something was wrong when there were no locals on the street that day. Officer Cale had said something undoubtedly hilarious. He was special. He made our time in the desert a little more bearable. He was in the passenger seat, I was behind him. I remember looking out of the window and spotting little patches of disturbed ground. I was going to say something, but it was too late. Our humvee didn’t take the hit...the one in front of us did.” Your voice was shaky, a stray tear rolling down your face. “Ours flipped upside down. I can’t remember what happened in the time of me getting dragged out, but I remember being under heavy fire. It was nine against at least two dozen combatants. We held them off for awhile, but more of them just kept coming. I was shot twice. My thigh and my arm. There was blood...everywhere. I thought I was gonna die that day.

Cale told me that there was a chopper two mikes out from our position. We just had to make it there. We had the advantage being at the top of the hill...so we made a run for it. He carried me most of the way there. We could see the chopper, but then we fell. Um, C-Cale had been hit. Twice in the leg, the other a dead shot.” James let his head fall, a shaky breath falling from his lips. He shifted closer to you, his hand reaching out to wipe the tears rolling down your cheeks. He let his hand fall to your lap, hesitantly intertwining his fingers with yours. You squeezed his palm weekly, thankful for the comfort and something to ground you. “He died trying to save my life and all he has to show for it is a damn purple heart. They had to leave his body and when they went back for it it was gone. Four of us made it out alive, Bucky. Ten of my brothers and sisters died. I got to come home, they gave me a purple heart and silver star, and told me live my life. Hide the trauma, forget what happened. I don’t go a day without thinking about them. And sometimes I wonder if maybe I should have died out there too.”

If you weren’t pouring your heart out to him, Bucky would have relished in the way his nickname rolled off your tongue. Instead, he pulled his hand from your grasp and shrugged off his jacket. You glanced up at him and then down at his left arm. A prosthetic. Not once had you noticed it. “IED. Pakistan. I lost everyone too. My arm...or lack thereof, reminds me of it everyday. Because I was their Sergeant, that guilt has driven me over the edge more than once. If I hadn’t met you two months ago...I don’t think I’d be here right now.” His confession caused you to sob harder and suddenly, you were met with a warm chest and a chin on top of your head. “Thank you for everything you’ve done, Y/n. You don’t hear it enough.”

You weren’t sure how long you guys stayed there and you weren’t sure when you fell asleep, but when you woke up you were still on the couch. An arm was wrapped securely around your waist holding you flush against them.

“Sleep good?”

You jumped, your head shooting over to where the sound of a familiar voice was coming from. “What are you doing here?”

Sam chuckled. “You didn’t answer my calls yesterday. I came over this morning and walked in on this.” Bucky shifted, his grip loosening allowing you to sit up and slide off the couch.

“I should have never given you a key,” you muttered. Your brushed past him, moving to start a pot of coffee. You could feel Sam’s heavy gaze on your frame causing you to turn around. “What?”

“Are you alright?” Sam’s voice was low, a hint of worry laced in his eyes.

You nodded your head, your eyes falling to the sleeping man on your couch. It was probably the most at peace you had seen Bucky, his chest rising and falling with even breaths. “Yeah. I’m alright.

You followed Sam over to the door. He was halfway out of the apartment when he asked, “Was I right?” He’d be good for you too.

“Aren’t you always?”

A smile covered his lips, “You deserve to be happy. He does too.”

“I know,” you replied. “Thanks for checking in.”

“Anything for you. Call me later.”

You watched Sam down the hall before the shutting the door trying to stay as quiet as possible.

“Sam invading your space again?”

You turned around, a laugh falling from your lips. “As always.” You watched as Bucky sat up, patting the space next to him. “How’d you sleep?”

“The best I have in a long time,” Bucky answered honestly.

There was a short pause as you thought of what to say next. “Thank you for staying.” You reached out to grab Bucky’s hand giving it a short squeeze.

He brought the back of your hand to his lips before his dropping your tangled hands onto your lap. “You would’ve done the same for me.”

#fatws bucky #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barns x y/n #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes #sebastian stan #sebastian stan x reader #the winter solider x reader #bucky barnes imagine #the avengers #marvel imagine #marvel fanfiction #marvel fluff

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julemmaes · 3 years

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Oksy so don’t feel like you have to do this but nesta and the kids go out grocery shopping and they bump into THOMAS FUCKING MANDARY and Nesta gets super overwhelmed but she’s got the kids and shit so she pretends she’s fine

But later cass comes home and the kids tell him what happens.

(and maybe they have a talk on important stuff about being with someone who loves you and if someone hurts you they don’t love you and it’s beautiful Idk)

Loving And Caring

Nessian modern au set in the The Seven Of Us universe (masterlist)

acotar next gen fan fiction

A/N: This is the reason I’m gonna fail my English exam, so please enjoy:)

The children’s ages: Ezra is 11, Cal is 6, Nora is 3 and Celia is 2. Andra is kinda not born yet.

DON’T COME FOR ME FOR BEING SLOW AS FUCK OR FOR WRITING SUCH ANGSTY PROMPTS. I HAVE 70+ IN MY ASKS BOX AND THEY’RE ALL SO ANSGTY

Word count: 8,185

"I want it!"

"I don't-"

"No, I want this!"

"I said I wanted it first."

"You did not!"

"Mom!"

Nesta Archeron had been called many things in her life. Daughter first. Then sister and friend, woman. She had been appreciated by all the professors she had had the honor of meeting during her studies, who had called her the best in her classes. She had finally found someone who had sincerely called her love and then wife, and she would not give up that last acquired, very important title of mom for anything in the world, but-

Right then she just wanted to strap her kids to the cart and run.

Walking down the cereal aisle, she ran a hand over her swollen, ready-to-burst belly, realizing that she would have to trip and fall on her bump if she wanted to end the problem for good. The baby girl, for whom they still hadn't chosen a name, would be born in a few weeks, and if she didn't get rid of her, too, she would never find peace.

She giggled - or at least she thought she did - at those morbid, disturbing thoughts for which many people would surely have her locked up in a mental hospital, if they found out how often she admitted to wanting to abandon her children.

It had been such a tiring day. She had been home from work for a couple of months now, this fifth pregnancy was breaking her down physically and mentally. She was at the end, in her eighth month, but she would much rather have the last baby out and inside the cart with her sisters by now.

Celia and Nora were babbling something in their imperfect language, and Nesta's heart clenched for her little men at the thought that they would be outnumbered in a few weeks. She and Cassian had experienced that feeling only three years before, and yet she still hadn't forgotten the terror she had felt at the idea of her children turning against them.

They had created a small army.

Casting a quick glance at Ezra who was sneaking something into the cart, she huffed. If the others noticed that he had put a package of junk food in the basket, that would be the end of it.

Moments later, in fact, Cal was looking at the colored bag in the still empty cart with suspicious eyes, and Nesta wasn't going to wait for the fight over who could buy the most junk food that day to begin.

"Ezra, put the snacks back," she said rubbing her hands over her eyes.

Celia mumbled something as she sat inside the cart, and Nora, silently settled next to her, nodded, as if she understood what the other was talking about. It shouldn't have shocked her, but Nesta never ceased to be amazed by that way of communicating that only the two of them understood.

Ezra's icy eyes turned sad when he looked at her and he pouted, "But mom I need them for snacks for school."

Cal looked at him with a furrowed brow, "No you don't. I need them." then he turned to Nesta, "But I don't like these, can I have those?" he asked with a bright smile pointing across the aisle with a wave of his arm.

She leaned forward, sighing and not answering him. Nora looked up at her and reached out her hands toward her mom, letting her know she wanted to be held, but Nesta was aching.

Cal and Ezra hadn't stopped bickering for half a second, and Celia had cried all day because she wanted her dada. Nora had stayed in Nesta's arms the entire walk to the grocery store, and one way or another she knew she would have to carry her all the way back home as well, despite the unbearable back pain. It was less than two kilometers, but with a pregnancy running out and only one hand to restrain any possible child who threatened to throw themselves under the cars whizzing by, it became more mental work than physical.

When Nesta smiled lovingly at her, trying to make her understand that she couldn't hold her right then, Cal burst into tears.

Her daughters' little heads snapped up at their brother, and Nesta cursed herself for deciding to do something as stupid as taking her four young children to the grocery store on an evening when they were all visibly on edge and stressed.

"Dear, what happened?" she asked without even an ounce of concern in her voice. She knew full well that it was just a tantrum. She got confirmation of that when Ezra replied in a whiny tone that they couldn't both buy snacks, or they wouldn't know how to carry them home. At that point Cal's cry became a proper scream and Nesta had to close her eyes to avoid the judgmental stares of the people passing by.

She brought her hands to her temples, massaging her forehead in circular motions, and when she thought she could handle it without throwing up on each of her children, she leaned against the cart, circling around Ezra and crouching with no small amount of difficulty in front of Cal. One hand on her back and the other still clinging to the cart, she grunted as she put one knee on the ground. She felt Nora's little hand rest on hers as she began to speak, "Listen kiddo, we're all very tired and now your brother is going to put his snacks down too," she explained, giving Ezra an inquisitive look over her shoulder. The eldest son rolled his eyes, but he had Celia hand him the package and snortingly put it back. Cal sobbed, sniffling, and Nesta laid a hand on his shoulder, massaging his arm. "How about we read a book together tonight before bed?"

The boy's face scrunched up in a grimace of sadness, "But I want snacks." he sobbed louder. Nesta bit her lip, knowing full well that the fat tears on his cheeks weren't really for the snacks and that she couldn't give in and let them all buy something or she'd end up with two bags full of junk food to carry.

Cal hadn't slept that afternoon, as had everyone else, because of Celia's endless crying, and she hadn't wanted to take her afternoon nap until it was too late and Nora and Cal had gotten out of bed to go play in their rooms. At that point Nesta had been forced to let Celia go, but she knew that had meant agreeing to spend an evening with frustrated and not-rested children.

She was about to respond when a couple of older ladies walked by them, casting an annoyed look at Cal. Nesta would have liked to respond with an ugly hand gesture, but she couldn't do it in front of her children.

In that moment of distraction she hadn't realized that Celia had also started calling her and now, casting a quick glance at her daughter, she felt a very bad feeling sink into her stomach at the sight of the little girl's tear-filled eyes.

She looked at Ezra, taking a deep breath, and noticed that even the oldest of her children seemed bothered by the course of action Nesta had taken. She felt tremendous guilt at seeing that the only one of her children who didn't seem disappointed or angry with her was Nora.

It all got worse when one of the two ladies who had just passed her said loud enough so she could hear her, "I don't understand why some people don't stop with their first child. It's obvious she can't even handle one, listen to her screaming."

Nesta felt the emotion grow in her throat.

"When someone isn't born to be a parent, it shows immediately. She's one of those awful mothers who doesn't know how to take care of her children." the other added.

Nesta caught her breath, fixing her gaze in Cal's. Celia was crying by now, spluttering to be picked up as she tried to keep her balance inside the cart.

She wasn't going to answer. She wasn't going to answer.

"Let's go home." she whispered suddenly, laying a hand on the small of her back and pulling herself up with a tremendous effort, a twinge of pain went through her legs and back, "Cal, dear, we'll buy the snacks another time, for now we'll just take the bread and milk, tomorrow come back with daddy and take whatever you want, okay?" she spoke quickly, in a high, steady voice so that all four of them could hear her. She just hoped they didn't hear how desperately she was trying not to burst into tears over what the ladies had just said.

Cal nodded, wiping his nose with the sleeve of his shirt and immediately stopping crying. Ezra looked thoughtful, but he too had stopped pouting. The only one who still looked upset was Celia, who followed her by walking inside the cart, moving where she stood.

Seeing the little girl's red face and dripping nose, arms outstretched toward her, Nesta heard only the words "awful mother" repeated in her mind.

With a knot in her throat and a cry that she was sure would break free as soon as she stepped into the house, Nesta pushed forward, bumping the cart with her belly as she picked up Celia and placed her on her side. The little girl immediately stopped crying, resting her head on her mother's shoulder and cupping her tiny hand over her shirt.

Now, beyond the emotional wound that had just been inflicted on her, Nesta could feel the pain in her back growing with every step she took. She bit the inside of her cheek, trying to stop a sob that threatened to break that composed attitude she had.

Everything hurt so bad.

Cal was running in front of them all, stomping his feet on the ground and making the little lights on his shoes glow. Ezra was walking beside her, one hand on the edge of the cart as he mouthed off to Nora, but he had to stop when Nesta froze in the middle of the aisle, taking an abrupt breath. She brought a hand to her belly, feeling the baby move and kick, only adding to the pain.

"Ezra, love," she breathed, stepping aside and holding Celia against her side, then asked between her teeth as the baby continued her assault inside her, "could you push the cart?"

He nodded, his face lighting up as if she had asked him to take control of a ship.

Celia began to squirm on her side and Nesta had the urge to drop her, not voluntarily, but it all hurt so much that her body was begging her to sit up, to take all that unnecessary weight off her arms.

At the idea that she would have to walk home she felt her eyes grow heavy with tears.

She put Celia back in the cart, breathing a sigh of relief as some of the pain eased in her lower back. Nora was now standing and smiling at Ezra, who was struggling to see where he was going past his sister.

Nesta looked up just as Cal hopped out of the aisle and fell to the ground, crashing into someone's cart. Or rather, as someone ran over him with their cart and slamming him to the ground.

She didn't even think about it as she started walking as fast as her body would allow towards her son, leaving the other three behind. By the time she reached him, Cal was standing there laughing in amusement and was running his hands over his pants to get the dust off his palms. Once she made sure he wasn't hurt, she was ready to yell at whoever had dropped her son, ready to take out all her frustration and doubts on the stranger, when she heard a voice that sent chills down her spine.

"Nesta Archeron?"

She moved her head so fast she was surprised she hadn't snapped her neck, but her brain didn't have time to process the pain the jolt had caused her, because there standing before her was Tomas Mandray.

She couldn't believe it.

Any thought of yelling at the stranger vanished like an echo in her mind.

How was it possible that he was there?

"Is it really you?" he asked her with wide eyes and an incredulous smile on his face. He circled the cart, shifting his gaze to Cal, and Nesta felt the overwhelming instinct to grab her son and hide him behind her. When Tomas reached out a hand toward him, ruffling his hair, she felt vomit rise in her throat. They had to get out of that place immediately. "I can't believe it." he voiced her thoughts, "Is this yours?" he asked looking into her eyes again.

This... he was talking about Cal.

She couldn't find the words and continued to stare at the man in front of her with wide eyes - scared eyes, if you knew Nesta, if you knew where to look. And Tomas knew it. Tomas had always known it.

She heard Ezra reach them, and then something slammed into her side. She didn't need to lower her head to catch a glimpse of Nora's little pigtails of black hair or hear Celia's amused giggle.

Tomas snorted a laugh out of his nose, crossing his arms over his chest, "Are they all yours?" then moved his gaze to her belly to bring it back up to her breasts and Nesta wanted to say something to him, to insult him, to hit him, to take him away from her children, but she felt her heart pounding in her throat and the air couldn't reach her lungs.

That tone-

That tone wasn't of someone who was happy to hear that you'd made a new life for yourself after they'd managed to destroy you completely. It wasn't the tone of an old friend who you hadn't seen in years and who you're about to agree to hang out with and tell them about everything that happened in your lives.

No, it was the tone he had used every day, every hour, when he needed to belittle her, when he needed to make her feel insignificant, worthless.

"Mom?"

Nesta turned her head so slowly toward her son, blinking, that she must have seemed like another person entirely. No longer the proud, strong woman she'd shown everyone for years on that side. Ezra had one eyebrow arched, as if wondering what was going on, and was clasping hands with a jumping Celia.

She didn't have the energy to turn around, to look at the man who had pushed her to the bottom of the barrel and destroyed her, but she managed to throw out a weak, "Kids we have to go, we're not taking anything." then turning to Cal, she took his arm, pulling him towards his siblings, "Let's go."

She felt Tomas' eyes creeping over her like slimy hands. She could still remember the last time he'd touched her, when she'd gone over the edge, offering herself to him to avoid yet another fight or worse.

For that, when his true hand tightened around her wrist, pulling her slightly to let her stay there, she flinched.

"Nesta."

She spun around, bringing her free hand to her belly for protection. When the little girl inside her kicked again, making her groan through her teeth in pain, Tomas smiled in a way that made Nesta hope she was anywhere but there.

"Is she kicking?"

And then it all happened quickly. She couldn't move, couldn't pull away, as the grip on her wrist tightened and Tomas pulled her closer to him and placed his other hand on her stomach, next to hers. A soundless sob escaped her control and her breath labored as she felt his fingers move over her shirt.

She was going to throw up.

She gave a tug so hard that the twinge of pain started at her wrist and reached her elbow, but she was free. She smacked the hand on her, taking several steps back and bringing Cal with her. She had started pushing the front of the cart, trying to position it in the direction they had come from.

She met Ezra's gaze for a moment, before her son's eyes slipped behind her, on Tomas' figure.

"Ezra." she called to him in a firm voice. Four pairs of eyes snapped in his direction. That was the tone of a tired mother issuing orders to her children at the end of the day, "Eyes on me."

She didn't want anything of Tomas's to come into contact with her children. She didn't want him to contaminate them the way he had contaminated her.

She lifted Cal off the ground and the child quietly let her pick him up without too much of a fuss. She didn't feel the strain at all as she pulled him high enough to put him in the cart with the girls. Looking at her oldest, she hoped she could secure him like she was doing with the other three, but he was too big to fit in the cart himself.

Before she could tell him to follow her without saying a word, Tomas spoke again.

"What a beautiful name, Ezra," she felt the venom bind each letter.

Ezra was about to turn around, probably to thank him, as she and Cassian had taught him, but Nesta squeezed his shoulder, "Keep looking ahead and walking, I don't want you talking to him."

"Always so fucking obnoxious," Tomas spat at that point.

Nesta froze in her tracks. She could feel him following them as he tortured her. Ezra froze beside her, tugging at her sleeve to get her attention.

Always so obnoxious. You're useless, worthless. I'm the only person who will ever be able to put up with your bullshit. You'll never find anyone else.

She felt the panic rise, the agitation for one of her children to realize how uncomfortable she was at that moment. She closed and opened her hands on the cart's handlebars, hoping to relieve some of that tension.

"I'm amazed to see you with so many children," he continued, creeping up beside her and stopping in front of her cart, blocking her way with his. She looked up at him, feeling the air scratch at her throat. He had aged, she could see it in the features around his eyes, his mouth - he had aged and yet still had the same look. "I didn't think you'd ever date again after I left you."

I left you. She wanted to tell him. I had the courage to leave.

She didn't answer him, straightening her back.

Tomas smirked, lowering his gaze to her daughters and his smile widened even more.

"Don't look at them," she snapped, still maintaining her composure.

The man looked up at her one more time, "They'll be just as pretty as their mother when they grow up." then looked at Cal and Ezra, sliding a finger over the edge of his cart. "Who's the father?"

"Dada." muttered Celia, flapping her little hands.

Nesta wanted to recoil at the sound. She didn't want Tomas to hear her talk, didn't want him to watch them. She didn't want them breathing his same air.

"It's none of your business and now move over," she whispered to him. All she could think about was the fact that she had to get her children out of there as soon as possible. Therefore, when he didn't move an inch, she added. "Please."

Tomas laughed. He laughed, leaning his head back and clutching his hand around the mesh of her cart. "Nessie Nessie," he clicked his tongue on his palate, a remnant of laughter in the tone of his voice that made the woman's gut tangle, "I haven't seen you in so long. I want to know everything."

"Please." she repeated, as her eyes filled with tears. His own widened slightly, surprised to see such a reaction in her. She didn't care if he saw her weak, she didn't care if she had to get down on her knees. He was keeping them trapped, and Nesta knew he wouldn't let them leave until he squeezed even the last drop of sanity out of her.

If Ezra still realized what was going on, she didn't know, and it scared her even more. Cal was looking at her and looked worried, probably having never seen her so shaken in her life.

She was about to beg him a third time. Beg him to free her from whatever that game was that they were stuck in at that moment, but someone said her name. Ezra looked behind them and Nesta saw the shadow of a smile on his face, prompting her to turn around in turn. A choked sound escaped her throat as she bit her upper lip to keep from bursting into tears, and a wave of gratitude washed over her.

"Miss Archeron," the man smiled at her. Drakon Cretea had been Nesta and Cassian's neighbor for years now. He and his wife Myriam had babysat their children so many times that they were their go-to people. In fact, Celia and Nora had snapped to their feet at the sound of the voice of the acquired grandfather they loved so much.

Nesta didn't waste a moment turning the cart so that it faced Drakon. The children, Ezra included, began to cheer happily at having met a familiar face, and Nesta allowed herself to look over her shoulder.

With such relief that she thought she might collapse to the ground, she saw that Tomas was already pulling away, and as he turned the corner, pulling into another aisle, she took a deep breath through her nose, closing her eyes.

She had made it.

***

Cassian was exhausted.

He had spent the entire day grading exams for first-year students with his aide, and it was as if he could see the letters behind his eyelids every time he blinked. It was much more feasible to work in the university library, where he didn't risk being interrupted by a child every five minutes, but he only tried to do it once or twice a month during exam sessions, knowing full well how exhausting it was for Nesta to keep up with all the children together until late in the evening, especially now that Andra was about to arrive.

"Andra." he murmured into the silence of his car. Nesta kept telling him that they weren't sure that would be the name of their fifth child, but Cassian didn't care. He just needed to name his wife's belly when talking to his daughter.

He breathed a sigh of relief as he turned off the car in the driveway and stepped out, stretching his arms up just enough to make his back crack.

Glancing at the watch on his wrist, he huffed. It was too late for his girls to still be awake, but maybe he'd be able to say goodnight to Cal and Ezra.

He had warned Nesta that he was going to be late, and she had simply replied that she would leave dinner ready in the kitchen for when he returned.

Opening the front door, he immediately saw two little dark heads popping up from above the couch. Cal was already running at him when he closed the door behind him and jumped on him as soon as he had put his stuff down, "Dad!"

"Kiddo!" said Cassian throwing him into the air.

Cal laughed waving his arms, "Sssh," he scolded him still laughing, "the girls are sleeping."

"Oops," dad made a guilty face, stopping their game and putting Cal down.

Ezra was too focused on watching TV and wasn't paying the slightest attention to Cassian, but he walked over to the couch anyway, lowering himself just enough so he could leave a kiss on his hair, "Hi love." he murmured to him.

The little boy's head snapped toward him and with a crooked smile on his face and his pajama collar in his mouth, he said, "Hi dad."

Cassian scoffed amused, ripping his pajamas from between his teeth, "How many times have I told you not to eat your clothes?"

"Sorry," Ezra said, not sounding sorry at all.

Cal had gone back to lying next to his brother and they both seemed too caught up in the cartoon to pay any attention to it, so he went into the kitchen, loosening the tie around his neck and praying that Nesta had cooked something good - though the opposite was quite unlikely considering the woman's innate cooking skills.

He moaned with delight when he realized it was the meatballs she always made when she didn't feel like cooking and, taking the plate, he headed back to the living room. He plopped down in between his sons, taking the pajamas out of Ezra's mouth again and offering them both a meatball.

"So, what have you guys been up to today?" asked Cassian with a full mouth, slipping off his shoes and placing his feet on the coffee table.

First Cal and then Ezra told him in full detail about what they had done at school and then about the fact that none of them had slept that afternoon. Cassian was surprised to find out that Cal could still stand up without getting any rest.

When they got to the point where Nesta had taken them out walking and they had made it all the way to the supermarket, he had stopped them.

"Guys come on," he looked at them with incredulous eyes, "I told you to keep her home."

It was true. Lately Nesta had been pushing her limits when the doctors had told her to exert herself and stress as little as possible. With childbirth imminent too, it was risky for her to walk around without any other adults.

Ezra had the decency to look guilty, "I know, but-"

"We also met a weird dude," Cal interrupted him.

Cassian looked at him taking on a confused expression, "Weird?"

"Yeah, he knew mom," Ezra nodded, looking at the TV and talking thoughtlessly. He was bowing his head slowly and Cassian unconsciously extended a hand towards him, shutting his mouth before he could start chewing on the fabric once again. He looked at him at that point, continuing the story, "Mom was all weird, though."

"Weird." repeated Cassian.

"Yeah, weird." repeated Cal in turn, then chuckled, "He even hit me with the cart."

He and Ezra laughed together, remembering how Cal had fallen on his bum, but Cassian's thoughts were elsewhere. Clearly the fact that someone had rolled his son with a cart must not have been traumatic or painful, or Nesta would have called him and Cal wouldn't have been there laughing, but the fact that they had described her with an adjective like "weird" had him on high alert.

"Do you happen to know the man's name?" asked Cassian, pulling himself up and setting his plate down on the coffee table, keeping his gaze on his hands.

Ezra shook his head, "No, also because mom didn't talk to him much and then Drakon showed up."

"Oh, yeah," Cal repeated excitedly, his eyes glowing, "then Drakon showed up."

Cassian was on his feet before his youngest son had finished speaking. He started up the stairs to go upstairs, where he hoped he would find Nesta awake, but warned the two little men that he would go change and be back down to them in a jiffy.

With a strained expression and a bad feeling working its way through him, he walked down the hall, opening the door to his daughters' room slightly. Both Celia and Nora were already fast asleep, and Cassian felt a smile break out on his lips... his little gems. He couldn't believe yet another one would be arriving soon.

He closed the door, making sure not to make any noise, and then headed to his room, praying that Nesta was okay and that his children had misunderstood everything.

He heard her before he even entered. He could picture her pacing back and forth through their room, muttering about what was bothering her at the moment.

He took a deep breath, ready to fight whatever demons there would be to fight that night together, and tightening his hand around the doorknob, he lowered it, pushing himself into the room.

Nesta stopped short, both hands wrapped under her belly to help support that extra weight she was always complaining about.

The second Cassian's eyes found hers, her expression completely transformed and a desperate sob broke the silence that had formed between them.

"Nesta." he said as if someone had just sucked the air from his lungs. Reaching for her with two quick strides and wrapping her in his arms, Cassian heard all kinds of emotion in his wife's crying.

When he stroked her back, Nesta let go a wail of pain and he immediately pulled away, still keeping his hands around her elbows as much as her cold hands tightened around his forearms.

"God, Nesta what happened?"

She only cried harder, loosening her grip on him when she was sure he wouldn't pull away. She managed to say between sobs, "Everything hurts."

Cassian felt as if the floor has cracked open beneath them. "Is it the baby?"

Nesta's eyes went wide, probably only realizing at that moment what state he'd found her in, "No, she's fine." then, seeing his increasingly worried expression, she added, "I promise the baby's fine."

Cassian sagged at little, reducing his lips to a thin line, gently pushed her towards the bed to get her to sit up, but Nesta shook her head, taking short, overly fast breaths, "I can't."

Cassian paused, taking her hands and trying to restrain himself from asking her who they had met that afternoon that had managed to trigger such a reaction in her. There was no way she could have been in that state just from being tired.

"I can't." repeated Nesta sobbing and looking into his eyes. "Everything hurts, Cassian."

He sighed, closing his eyes. Seeing her in this state was nothing new unfortunately. With four pregnancies behind them and everything they'd been through in the years prior to their marriage, it wasn't unusual for either of them to be in such a condition.

He opened his eyes, trying to keep a firm tone, "How come you can't sit down?"

"If I sit the pain gets worse." she said between choked breaths.

Cassian furrowed his brow, wanting to yell at her about how stupid it had been of her to go walking that afternoon, but he restrained himself. "Have you tried lying down?" he proposed.

Nesta shook her head again, "Any position hurts my back or my legs," she explained.

"Tell you what," he began hesitantly, taking both of her hands, "why don't you put on those super pants that support your belly - or I'll help you put them on, it's no problem," he added quickly when he saw the pain in her features, "and then I'll give you a leg massage while you're standing?" he said smiling at her coyly. Nesta sniffed, nodding slowly. "And when sitting doesn't hurt anymore or is bearable you get on your knees on the bed or lean against the keyboard and I massage your back too, are you up for that?"

She squeezed his hands to let him know she was okay with everything, so Cassian smiled at her, returning the squeeze and starting to pull away from her to go get the leggings, but Nesta's eyes went wide and a few tears rolled down her cheeks, "Where are you going?"

Cassian grimaced worriedly.

Why hadn't she called him if she was feeling this bad?

He moved back as close as he could without crushing Andra between them, "I was just going to get my pajamas, Nes, and your pants." he placed a hand on her face, stroking away the remnants of her crying. Then he sighed, pushing her forehead into his and keeping his eyes open as he whispered, "I love you."

She repeated it quietly, almost a sigh.

He undressed quickly, slipping into his pajamas with equal haste as Nesta stood motionless in the center of the room, waiting for him to return to her.

"Listen," Cassian began, kneeling in front of her as he helped her out of the pajama pants she was wearing, "the boys told me you met someone today." he forced himself to look at her, when the grip on his shoulder suddenly tightened. Cassian studied the reaction he'd elicited from her and bit the inside of his cheek, seeing how Nesta had frozen and put her foot down. He took a deep breath, giving her knee a little tap to let her know she needed to get it back up, "They didn't tell me who it was and I don't think they know, but I got some ideas and I want-" he swallowed loudly, thinking seriously about what might have happened if his doubts were real, "If it's Tomas, I want to know if you're okay." he said in a lower voice, looking at her from under his lashes. Nesta didn't answer.

He had managed to get both of her feet into her pants and was pulling them up gently, trying not to hurt her. He had to pull up the skirt of the robe she used during all her pregnancies when none of her pajamas fit anymore, uncovering her belly and left a gentle kiss on her skin, smiling at his daughter, "Hello my little sunshine."

He felt Nesta shiver and thinking it was from the cold he hurried to cover her belly with her pants and then pull her nightgown down.

He looked at her more seriously than ever as he settled on the floor in front of her so he could massage her into a comfortable position. He was about to speak, to ask her again how she was doing, but she beat him to it.

"What did you do today?" she asked in a weak voice.

Cassian closed his mouth, bouncing his legs, pondering whether to insist that she spoke or let her distract him with that question. He decided for the latter, even though his wife already knew very well what he had done that day, "This morning there was an exam of Ancient History for the first years." he began to speak while pressing his thumbs on her left thigh. Nesta was leaning her hands on his shoulders. "I have to be honest, I've never seen exams as crappy and ignorant as this session's," he continued while keeping his gaze fixed on her face. "It's like people stopped studying all of a sudden and thought they could pass my exams by learning the bare minimum."

He shifted on her other thigh and Nesta snapped forward, groaning softly as Cassian touched a particularly numb muscle.

"Sorry." he smiled at her, "Then at lunch I stayed in the faculty with Gwyn and Luc, and by the way, they asked me if you'd be okay with organizing a lunch this weekend, with everyone?"

Nesta rolled her eyes, "I can't even walk, let alone plan a lunch with everyone," she pointed out to him in an irritated tone.

Cassian chuckled, "I'll let Gwyn know you told her to fuck off nicely."

"Yes, thank you," she replied to him. But then she bit her lip, thoughtfully, "But if they want to do something at her or Elain's that's fine. I can also cook, but not here, please, I don't feel like tidying up afterwards." she looked into his eyes with a pleading look.

"It's okay, it's not a problem," he shifted to her calves, "Although, if the only problem has to be the fact that you don't feel like tidying up, you know I wouldn't let you."

Nesta grunted, "I don't want you to do all the work yourself."

Cassian let out a puff of air through his nostrils, "You can't be the only one working hard in this house Nes, let me have some of the glory too." he joked.

"But I'm not the only one." she said in an overly serious tone, "You're always at work and I know you're working overtime, filling in for your colleagues, don't think I haven't noticed," she scolded him. Cassian lowered his head, feeling his cheeks turn red. "And I'm here at home and I can't work and I've been like this for months now and even before that with Celia-" she sighed, bringing a hand to her face, "I just wish I could help you bring something extra home."

Cassian stopped massaging her leg, surprised at what he was hearing. He moved away from her, enough so that he could stand up without bumping into her stomach and then looked at her, shaking his head, "What on earth are you talking about?" he asked, "Nesta you're raising our children. You're doing a much more tiring and exhausting job than mine ever will be." he pulled himself upright, "True, it's just as rewarding and enjoyable to be able to stay home and watch our children grow up, but you're the biggest help I could ever get right now. We don't need money right now."

"But-"

"No buts." he said arching his eyebrows and pushing her towards the bed, "Do you think you can sit?" she nodded pensively and let him help her up onto the mattress. "Nesta what you're doing is admirable and I'm sure not everyone could handle it as well as you can."

Nesta stopped in the middle of the bed, turning to look at him with a shocked expression.

Cassian was just as shocked. That she didn't realize how much she was actually helping him was beyond comprehension.

"I can only get by because you're there," she murmured, looking away, "I'd never make it on my own."

"And no one expects you to make it, Nes." he said stunned. He really couldn't understand where all the doubt was coming from, "You don't have to make it on your own and you're not doing it on your own."

He had her settled so that her back was to him and she was turned to the wall. He placed his hands over her back and began to make concise circles on the bottom, applying pressure where he knew the pain was most concentrated. Nesta's head fell forward in relief.

"You really don't think you're helping me in any way?"

"No, I-" she froze mid-sentence, "It's not that."

"Then what is it?" he asked, using his knuckles to massage her shoulder muscles.

Nesta groaned softly, "It's just that I wish I could go back to work and read all the books I want and I wish I could feel tired and be able to let my kids cry without anyone telling me what to do and how to do it. I wish I could move without the terror of going into labor at any moment and-" she took a deep breath, trying to calm herself. "I wish I wasn't so hormonal right now."

He could tell that her thoughts were all over the place.

There had been other such crises during Celia's pregnancy. The fear that they wouldn't measure up as parents to so many children. They were in constant thought that they were not giving them enough, that they were teaching them the wrong lessons. Cassian had received some nasty comments himself about how they were raising their children, and he knew right away that someone must have said something to Nesta that day.

They had always had stronger, more heartfelt reactions on her, and now that she was pregnant it was all much more altered.

"What happened today?" he asked her under his breath after a few moments of silence.

"No one slept, I didn't have a moment's peace and then we left and walked to the mall. I had to carry Nora all the way there and-" her voice broke on the last sentence and Cassian stopped his ministrations on her. He laid both hands on her back, getting as close as he could, letting his hands slide down her hips and then over her belly, until his chest made contact with her back and Nesta pushed back against him.

She dropped her head onto Cassian's shoulder.

"And?" he murmured, spurring her on.

"Everything hurt so much, Cass," she replied in a watery voice, "It was like I was being stabbed in the back and I couldn't put Nora down because she'd start crying."

A sharp twinge of pain shot through his chest. He began to gently massage her belly and shortly after he felt her small hands settle on his, pushing harder, "No one would try to say you're a bad mother just because you don't pick up your daughter when you're hurting."

She didn't answer.

"Celia?" he asked.

"Ezra and Cal held her hand the whole way, she walked so much," she said with a half smile on her face. "When we walked in they immediately started acting up and then they started crying and I couldn't take it anymore and these ladies said I was an awful mother and it's true, Cassian." she jerked in his arms as she said those last words. He only held her tighter, taking a deep breath. "Who is the mother who can't calm her own children when they cry? Her own children." she shook her head, running a hand under her eyes.

He couldn't see her face, but he knew she had started crying again.

"Nesta listen to me." he whispered to her, kissing her shoulder and then the tip of her ear. "You are the most loving and caring mother I know. Your children are perfectly healthy and you've never let them lack for anything. You've never raised your voice to them. You've never threatened them or grounded them-"

"I'm not a monster," she muttered.

"And more importantly," he said smiling and holding her tighter, "your children are happy."

"But Cal today-"

"Cal is downstairs watching TV with his brother and he's been telling me about his day and he's the happiest kid ever," he interrupted her, "Just because he threw a tantrum and cried a little doesn't mean you're not a good mother."

She sighed and nodded, though she didn't look convinced.

Cassian continued to stroke the spots on her belly where he knew her skin pulled the most, her hand still on his playing with the wedding ring on his finger when Nesta said, "I saw Tomas today."

Cassian froze behind her, holding his breath. He'd known it, but hearing the fear in her voice now as she said the name of the man Cassian hated most in the world didn't stop him from wincing.

"He bumped Cal with the cart and knocked him over and I didn't realize it was him until he called me," Nesta continued.

When Cassian spoke, his voice came out much harsher and tighter than he intended, "Did he-" he cleared his throat, "Did he say anything?"

"No, he-" Nesta brought both hands to her stomach, shifting his. She moved uncomfortably in his arms and Cassian loosened his grip on his wife, realizing she wanted to move. He grabbed her by the hips, trying to pull her up so she could turn toward him, and when she was finally sitting up with her back against the headboard of the bed, she sighed. "I saw him, Cass, and I froze." she said under her breath, looking into his eyes. "He touched Cal's hair and it was like he was touching me, again, and I completely froze and then the baby kicked and he touched my-" she took a ragged breath as her eyes filled with tears. When she spoke again, her voice was so weak that Cassian had to appeal to every ounce of his reasoning not to get up and go find Tomas to kill him.

He took her hands, remaining silent as a revolting feeling took over his body. The idea of Nesta being touched by that filthy man made his guts turn. The idea of his children-

A choked sob brought him back into the room, "And I wanted him to go and stop looking at Ezra and Celia and Nora and I could only move when Ezra called me, but he followed us and blocked our way. He asked me about you, wanted to know who you were, and it was like going back in time and I couldn't- I couldn't, Cass-" Nesta brought a hand to her chest, her eyes and mouth wide as panic appeared in her gaze and air struggled to reach her lungs.

Cassian squeezed her hands, speaking softly, "Nesta, it's okay." a sob from her, "You're all home." he murmured starting to massage her palm, "You're home with me."

Her breathing became even more erratic and she shook her head, closing her eyes.

Cassian closed his eyes as well, "I'm sorry you had to see him again and I'm sorry you couldn't move, but it's understandable, sweetheart." he was trying to keep his tone of voice relatively low, to calm her down, but it was proving difficult for him as he viewed Tomas watching his daughters. "He shouldn't have touched your belly. He shouldn't have just touched you at all. And he shouldn't have gotten close to Cal or Andra." he seethed. "And if I could I would go to him and rip his hands off." he let slip as he imagined the terror Nesta must have felt at that moment.

Nesta sobbed and the sound broke Cassian's heart, "I'm sorry," she said, "I'm sorry."

A pang of pain tightened in his chest as his face turned into a mask of controlled anger, "Don't ever apologize to me, please," he whispered, "Not for this stuff."

"But I couldn't do anything, even after all this time-" a hiccup broke the sentence, "He still has all this power over me. It's not fair."

It's not fair.

Cassian nodded, biting the inside of his cheek, "You're right, it's not fair." he squeezed her hands lightly, telling her to look at his face. She quickly did so. "You're not with him anymore. You're free. You don't owe him anything, just like you never owed him anything." Nesta took a shaky breath, stopping sobbing. "You have a family, you're a wonderful mother and wife. And you deserve all of this."

Nesta's eyes went wide, realizing where this was going.

Cassian took a deep breath, "You're not worthless, you're not hopeless or useless." he closed his eyes as Nesta mimicked him, breathing deeply in turn. "You are a strong, independent woman, it doesn't matter how much he said otherwise. It didn't matter before and it doesn't matter now. It's just meaningless words.

"I know you, Nesta, and you are the light of my life. The light of every person in this house. The only thing that keeps us going." he whispered in a weak voice, as Nesta leaned forward toward him and cried silently.

Cassian moved closer to her on the mattress so that she could rest her forehead against his chest, his shoulder, wherever she wanted, for support.

He had repeated those words to her so many times over the years. He didn't think he'd ever have to do it again, certainly not after so long that they both knew Tomas had moved to another continent entirely.

"I know you and you're nothing like he describes," he encircled her shoulders with arms when Nesta let go of a particularly loud sob. "You are the exact opposite of what he says." he kissed one temple, stroking the hair on her back.

She shivered in his arms, "I know." she whispered against his shirt.

Cassian managed to force a smile onto his lips, even though she couldn't see it, he knew she would hear it when he spoke, "I'm proud of you."

"Why?"

"Because I can only imagine how hard it was for you to see him again, and although I would have appreciated a different approach to everything that happened this afternoon, you handled it perfectly and our kids are fine." he passed his hands over her shoulders and pushed her away from him so he could look at her face. "And it's okay that you broke down now, it's normal. I'm glad you told me about it. Thank you." he spoke against her lips.

She smiled, breathing a laugh through her tears, "I love you."

"I love you." repeated Cassian, sighing. He cupped her cheek, brushing a thumb under her eye, before kissing her. No rush or force, just pure, raw emotion as their lips caressed in a desperate kiss.

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an absolutely massive Haikyuu!! fic rec pt. 2

IwaOi this time around. My favorite ship. The world’s favorite ship...there’s so many

Undecipherable, by ioo (4k. G. canonverse)

I’m pretty sure the author meant ‘indecipherable’, nevertheless! I am appalled that this work doesnt have more hits. Y'all are sleeping on it and that's not okay.

The sound of the door slamming against the wall has Hajime startling back to the present. He looks at the source of the disturbance and finds himself face to face with Oikawa, red in the face with breathlessness and a leather-bound notebook tightly clutched in both of this hands. When he spots Hajime, he makes a beeline for the bench and slaps it down right next to him.

"Koi no yokan," he says. "The sense one can have upon first meeting a person that the two of you are going to fall in love."

primavera, by tothemoon (8k. T. canonverse)

All of tothemoon’s works read so beautifully

They say it takes twenty-six years, for certain breeds to fully bloom.

Learning to Walk (So That We Can Run), by ricekrispyjoints (27k. M. canon-divergence)

I've read this work so many times. Like, so many times and I’ve never tired from it. Gorgeous. The shift from friendship to romance felt so natural, love it.

"I'm not healing like I should be."

In his second year of university, physical therapy just isn't cutting it. Oikawa's knee is getting worse, and he can't hide it anymore.

Or: the light angst, project-your-own-life-experiences-on-Oikawa knee surgery fic you didn't know you wanted.

Priorities, by weirdmilk (2k. T. canonverse)

Kissy, kissy.

‘I just -’ Oikawa begins, ‘it might be difficult to get married, sometimes, I think.’ He chews on his lip.

Iwaizumi makes a questioning noise.

‘Ah,’ Oikawa says, and then, in a rush, ‘if I didn't want a wife at all - what then? If I said that to you. If I told you I can’t see it. Like - the wedding dress. The bride. I just can’t see it.’

Iwaizumi swallows again, his heart beating much faster than the conversation warrants. He wonders whether Oikawa can hear it. ‘You’re eighteen. You aren’t supposed to see it yet.’ He snorts. ‘I mean - if we’re sharing shit, I’ve never even kissed a girl.’ He doesn’t mind admitting it. It’s not something that bothers him - he’s never prioritised girls very highly, and despite Oikawa’s largely undeserved status as Miyagi’s most eligible teenage bachelor, he doesn’t think Oikawa has ever wanted a serious relationship with any of his fan club, either.

Oikawa and Iwaizumi can't sleep before their first practice match with Karasuno.

Before Midnight, by fathomfive (2k. G. canonverse)

Reads like a fairytale.

The sky turns, the seasons turn over, and Iwaizumi and Oikawa track the movements of the stars. Nothing is ever quite constant, but it's close enough.

The grass is stiff with frost. They walk in silence past the raked-over vegetable garden and up the back hill, footsteps crackling, and stand side-by-side at the top of an incline that used to seem much bigger. Iwaizumi glances over but Oikawa’s already gone, eyes searching the sky with no hint of hurry, just a kind of reverent patience.

make a bet, keep a promise, by raewrites (13k. M. canonverse)

Bet still on.

Sometimes, in still moments, Iwaizumi wonders why out of all the people on earth he ended up with Oikawa Tooru. Why it’s his face that lingers on his fading conscious in the last moments before he falls asleep, in the first blurry seconds upon waking up again. Why when he looks to his side, he expects Oikawa to be there in the same way he expects to see five fingers on both hands, a natural extension of himself, ever present.

Why he can’t imagine a future without Oikawa in it.

It begins with a bet made between the two boys in the mid-summer of their eighth year. It starts with volleyball, but like with most things involving Oikawa Tooru and Iwaizumi Hajime, things are never quite that simple.

our hearts still beat the same, by knightswatch

two birds, by thelittlebirdthattoldyou (5k. T. canonverse)

Of heartbreaking letters and paper crane wishes.

Five months into the term, two months after he’s stopped replying to Oikawa’s texts, the first package arrives. A small square box, wrapped in brown paper and tied with string, and Hajime almost trips over it on the way to his dorm.

There’s a letter attached.

Oikawa doesn’t know how many times he’ll have to put his feelings down on paper before Iwaizumi believes them.

Through My Eyes, by anchoringsouls (2k. G. canonverse)

Okay! Okay, we were doing great with the soft, happy love up until the last part! That's great, just great!

“I think if you ever saw yourself through my eyes, you would fall in love with yourself the same way the way I did with you.”

in time it could be ours, by deusreks (3k. T. canonverse)

Anyone wanna go back in time and make a time capsule with me only to dig it up years later and we’re actually in love?

Set post Seijou's match with Karasuno. There's a moderate amount of rolling in the dirt. No pajamas were hurt in the writing of this fic.

There, in their joint backyard, was Oikawa Tooru, clad in his silly luminescent space pajamas, digging a hole near a cherry tree.

“What the hell, Oikawa.”

Tooru stubbornly continued digging. He looked pitiful in that moment; everything that was grand about him in daylight was meaningless in the darkness. He was only a boy with a shovel whose broken heart mirrored Hajime’s own.

we can do better than that, by spaceburgers (16k. M. canonverse)

Of course, of course, the IwaOi road trip fic. AnD thErE wAs ONly OnE bED!

Oikawa and Iwaizumi go on a road trip during the summer after their high school graduation. It doesn't go as expected, but maybe that's not such a bad thing after all.

They Say it Rains Diamonds on Jupiter, by exsao (35k. T. canonverse)

I don't know, just gorgeous. Hajime’s so in love.

"You're in love with him."

Hajime considers denying it. He considers deliberately choking on his drink to express surprise, to create a distraction by spitting onto the man in front of him's pristine white shirt and causing a commotion. Instead, he swallows his mouthful of soda and heaves a small sigh once his mouth is free.

"Yeah," he says instead.

He's never been good at lying, anyway.

Midnight boys/sunset town, by carafin (10k words. T. Housemates AU):

The author says they played off of the fact that Oikawa oftentimes forgoes his sleep in order to work, and wrote it so that he doesn't sleep at all. This was so cute, kinda sad, mostly not. Love how Iwaizumi just goes along with whatever crazy stilch Oikawa is on.

In which Iwaizumi Hajime grows a few chili plants, participates in an eating contest, breaks into a park, and falls in love with a man who doesn't ever sleep - not exactly in that order.

5 Reasons Why Iwaizumi Hajime's Flatmate Is A Complete Weirdo (An Incomplete List)

1. He's obsessed with that stupid bucket list of his.

2. He's the proud owner of seven truly ugly, criminally hideous movie posters with aliens on them, which he insists on pasting all over the damn living room.

3. He's always stealing Hajime's sweatshirts.

4. Sometimes, he wakes Hajime up for breakfast. At 5AM. On Saturday mornings.

5. He literally never, ever sleeps.

The Best I Ever Had, by FindingSchmomo (62k words. T. Canon-divergent):

You’ve read it, your mum’s read it, your dog has probably read it (you really need to take facial recognition for him off your phone, he’s got some weird nighttime habits). So basically this fic caused me physical pain and then pumped me full of morphine and now I’m good! Beautiful read, hated Oikawa for a while, Iwaizumi is the only boy I would ever feel safe alone with.

A story of separation and time lost. Oikawa and Iwaizumi lose contact, and life goes on. Now, a decade later and back in Japan, Oikawa wonders if he can pick the pieces back together, despite knowing Iwaizumi has moved on. A story of their past, present and future, pieced together by shaky hands.

darlin', your head's not on right, by aruariandance (13k words. T. canonverse)

Again, I’m pretty sure anybody who's anybody has read this fic and for good reason! Super sweet realizing you're in love fic. Makes me reconsider wanting to get married.

'“Our wedding,” Oikawa says by way of explanation, tapping his finger against his magazine more emphatically. “What colors should we use? Color scheme is important, apparently.”

Iwaizumi feels his lifespan shortening.

“I was thinking our Aoba johsai colors to go for more, you know, softer tones? Besides, I’ve always looked great in that sea foam green color. Oh, and I guess you look decent in it, too.” He grins, saccharine sweet, and Iwaizumi has never been so tempted to knock one of his perfect pearly white teeth right out of his stupid mouth."

or,

Oikawa teases Iwaizumi about a childhood promise he made to marry him when they were older, except suddenly it's not really a joke at all.

the courtship ritual of the hercules beetle, by kittebasu (66k. T. canon divergent)

Is this one of the most famous Iwaoi fic? I don’t know. Looks like it, I know it's my personal favorite. Where Oikawa studies bugs for a living and can’t seem to come to terms with his feelings. Very angsty, love that in a fic.

Tooru is pretty sure he could manage the mating habits of a mosquito. It’s the mating habits of people he can’t seem to get right.

Terrarium, by sausaged (11k. T. Post-canon)

Honestly, I’m so surprised this fic doesnt have more hits! It’s so good! Made me ache! I love the memories and character growth shown through the growing of the terrarium, absolutely adore that kind of symbolism. So beautiful, give it some love because it's one of my absolute favorites.

He's practically a professional at being proactive (lies, lies, and lies when it comes to Iwaizumi).

At this point, is he really happy with just staying best friends forever? Will he be writing journals and collecting rocks forever (he will, he knows, but that is aside from the point)?

Can he really tag his Instagram photos with #YOLO if he doesn't actually put that phrase into practice?

A story about Oikawa Tooru, Iwaizumi Hajime, plants, and rocks.

Lips like sugar, by ohhotlamb (8k. T. canonverse)

Why did my childhood best friend never offer to help me practice kissing only for us to realize we were only interested in each other? I had a fake high school experience.

Hajime is offered to learn the art of kissing from a true professional, one Oikawa Tooru. It's not as bad as he thought it would be.

Falling Slowly, by bravely (commovente) (3k. T. canonverse)

So special, imagine loving one person, and one person only like this for the entirety of your life. This is getting too sappy, I want off of this ride.

over the years, some things change; but over the years, some things stay mostly the same.

(alternatively, mornings with oikawa and iwaizumi over the years).

No sleep in the city, by loveclouds (7k. T. canonverse)

Mass/volume = Iwaizumi, apparently. (Please. If anyone gets this absolutely horrific joke, lets elope).

Along their journey to find Tokyo's best ramen, Iwaizumi finds himself asked again and again why Oikawa is still single.

Time, by surveycorpsjean (5k. E. canonverse)

Growing older together.

When they're twenty-three, their story only begins.

Everything With You, by Ellessey (14k. E. canonverse)

Came damn near to crying, you can just feel Iwaizumi’s pain. Fight scene was probably the most emotion evoking one I’ve read in a long while.

‘Hajime still loves Oikawa, but he understands now. Oikawa can't look at him and see someone he could potentially date.

And that makes it easier to not focus on the little things that used to drive him crazy—Oikawa's long legs, the way he's always hanging off of Hajime, how his whole face changes when he gets ready for a jump serve, and he looks like he could take on the entire world and win.

This new arrangement though, this living together situation, is presenting a new set of variables that must be adjusted to, and the nakedness is one of them.’

For years, being Oikawa’s best friend has worked out fine. Hajime is hopelessly in love with him, but it’s enough. Then Oikawa—who, by all accounts, has never been anything but determinedly, assuredly straight—gets a boyfriend. Or a boy friend-with-benefits. Hajime doesn’t know, and he doesn’t give a shit about the definition.

What he knows is that remaining best friends is starting to seem a bit too painful (way too painful) to be considered a solid option.

The Best Best, by rikke (12k. T. canonverse/future fic)

Takeru is a whole mood. Don’t want kids, but I do want domesticity and this fic feeds me well.

“Congratulations, Iwa-chan! You’re a dad!” Iwaizumi hears as soon as the door opens. He’s dealt with Oikawa for all of his twenty-one years of age now, but this declaration is still sufficiently disturbing enough that he turns from his place on the couch and braces himself for whatever Oikawa has done this time.

Or the one where Iwaizumi and Oikawa babysit Takeru for a week.

cheek kisses, by ohhotlamb (G. 3k. Future fic)

Sooo cute!!

“Every time,” Hajime murmurs, “every time I see you again I remember how fuckin’ crazy I am about you.”

Routine, by snoqualmie (2k. T. canonverse)

Again, anyone wanna be my childhood best friend so we can put face masks on each other and fall in love? I died, truly.

Iwaizumi is fourteen years old, horny too often and angry all the time, and he’s just starting to notice that Tooru’s legs are really long, that his lips are kinda soft looking, and his fingers feel good pressed under his jaw.

Thirty Years and Change (the Games of the XXXIII Olympiad, by sunsmasher (19k. G. canon divergence)

Be wary, I would give this fic an upper rating to probably Teen and the follow-up fic is Explicit. But, Oikawa on the Japanese national team is just a dream as is, but add in a rekindling friendship and an angsty make out sesh? Mwah, delizioso.

It’s July 10th, 2024, and Oikawa Tooru is an Olympian. His smiling face airs on an NHK promo every 45 seconds. He’s captain of the national men’s volleyball team, reigning star of the professional leagues, and he hasn't spoken to Iwaizumi Hajime in two years.

He has, however, sent Iwaizumi tickets for the 2024 Los Angeles Summer Games.

“So go,” says Matsukawa's voice. “It’s only a few weeks. You’ve got a whole city to hide in if it gets awkward, and if it doesn’t get awkward, well…”

It’s like watching the future reconfigure, like being in high school again, watching team after team fall to Oikawa’s faultless planning and shameless charm.

“I’ll get to watch a whole lot of volleyball,” Hajime says, and resigns himself to fate and/or Oikawa Tooru.

“Hey, when you get there, can you bag a gymnast for me?” Hanamaki asks, and Matsukawa squawks.

Chasing Paper Suns, by carafin (10k. T. Future fic)

Again with the growing up and coming back together, this time with more angst than the last. Lovely, really lovely read.

Post-high school, Oikawa makes it to the national volleyball team but Iwaizumi doesn't. The next three years become an exercise in growing up without growing apart.

Some days Hajime likes to think of himself as Oikawa’s counterpart—the two of them blending into a single devastating unit, the invincible setter and his unyielding ace, the bond between them unbreakable and true. Other days he feels like he is chasing after a rising sun, always running and running with his eyes fixed on the distance, trying to cross a chasm that stretches on without end, caught in an endless and exhausting pursuit.

the yellow room, by ohhotlamb (14k. T. canonverse/future fic)

Makki and Mattsun see bullshit and call you out on your bullshit.

“I told you, we broke up like six months ago. We’re not dating anymore.”

Hanamaki eyes him suspiciously. “You live together.”

“Yeah, so?”

“There are pictures of you two kissing stuck to your refrigerator.”

Hajime shrugs. “That wasn’t my idea. Anyways, they’re good pictures. Good lighting.”

the river runs, by tothemoon (11k. T. post-breakup)

My heart ACHES. Happy ending, promise! Just read it.

One year since their breakup, Oikawa Tooru starts a list of daily reminders, tips, and tricks called HOW TO FORGET ABOUT IWAIZUMI HAJIME, and he’s determined to make it stick.

—

This is a firsthand account of how to deal (and rather spectacularly, at that).

I sure hope that guy gets fired, by Xov (29k. T. canonverse/time loop au)

The only thing better than one confession, is MULTIPLE confessions. Oikawa trusts Iwaizumi unshakably, and that's beautiful.

It was the fourth time experiencing the exact same day that Iwaizumi Hajime reluctantly admitted to himself that something was very wrong.

my only friend was the man in the moon (until i met you), by ohhotlamb (7k. T. canonverse)

Just so innocent and sweet. Oikawa said ‘effort’.

In which Oikawa has a life-altering revelation, and Hajime is starting to think it involves him.

Bet On It, by originalblue (13k. E. canonverse)

Tooru being nice for a week? That can only end one way… with a d*ck in Hajime’s mouth.

Hajime knows exactly how shitty Oikawa's personality is, and has no scruples whatsover about betting Oikawa six thousand yen that he can't be nice for an entire week.

especially for tender ones like us, by viverella (17k. T. canonverse/post break-up)

Gods! See? See what I mean? How could I forget about a work as heart wrenchingly beautiful as this? Give it some love, actually, all of the love.

The worst part of it all, Tooru thinks to himself sometimes, is that even as they fought and kicked and screamed and tore each other to shreds, it was never that Tooru stopped loving Iwaizumi any less. The worst part of it all, he thinks, is that loving Iwaizumi turned out to not be enough.

(OR: on finding the right person at the wrong time and learning how to pick up the pieces)

sunset town, by skiecas (33k. T. canon-divergent)

Another work that I just CANNOT understand why it doesn't have more hits. Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful. I almost cried.

In the summer of 2020, Oikawa Tooru returns home from his first successful stint as captain of Japan’s national volleyball team. In one hand, he holds the undisputed weight of an Olympic medal, and in the other, his unresolved feelings for a childhood best friend.

Two years down the road, reconciling his lifelong dream with his lifelong love proves to be the greatest challenge.

of odd numbers and intimate regrets, by bravely (commovente) (5k. T. post-canon/one night stand au)

Basically, Tooru and Hajime sleep together after not speaking for seven years and of course there’s feelings and angst and a belated chance at happiness and a life together.

Tooru’s spent the last seven years of his life in a carefully constructed schedule that is, he realises now, as much a habit as it was a way to forget about the person in front of him.

[or, the one night stand AU between two people more than friends but not quite lovers, measuring the passage of time in distance and long-gone memories, the expansion and contraction of the spaces between their fingers each time.]

cross my heart, open wide, by acchikocchi (7k. T. canonverse)

Super cute, super short. Realizing you're on a date with the wrong person one-shot.

For a minute Hajime doesn't know what to say. Everything and nothing crowds his mind, leaving no room to think. That he's never tried this. That volleyball's over. That he's graduating in five months. That it would be really nice, at least once, to go on a date with a good-looking guy.

Hajime goes on a date. It's not with Oikawa.

Fernweh, by oikawashoyo (19k. G. canonverse/post time skip)

A mature(ish) Tooru?? I love works that show Tooru growing and living happily in Argentina and this one is just beautiful. (Plus! Plus, Skai did a piece on it as well and I love ALL their work so you can visualize everything). Love it.

Argentina is stretching out before him, an opportunity, a challenge. He is reminded of his losses, his insecurities, his disappointments; sees them form a tall, tall wall blocking his path to success. He takes a deep breath and knows he is going to shatter it.

In which Oikawa's whole life is spent longing for the horizon — in the form of a dream, a home, and a boy.

i breathe easily in your arms, by orphan_account (2k. M. canonverse)

Soft, soft sex

When, after completing their high school graduation ceremony and heading home to enjoy their freedom, Oikawa had pulled him into his room and pressed his lips hesitantly against Iwaizumi’s own, it seemed an inevitable development in the unfolding narrative of their shared existence.

Despite years of having a bed to himself, the sensation of another body taking up space in his sheets, curling against his chest, creating warmth, feels natural in much the same way.

old and new, by Mysecretfanmoments (5k. T. canon divergence)

Finally a fic where they don't freak out on confession and it's sweet.

“You seem—sad.” Was that the right word? Others sprang to mind: desperate, lonely, anxious.

Tooru looked away. “Are you going to make me say it?”

“Say what?”

Tooru folded his arms, sighed. “I missed you, of course.”

Hajime swallowed.

“No need to look that way. I told you, I’m not one of your macho man buddies. I’m allowed to say stuff like that without being embarrassed—”

“You’re being ridiculous,” Hajime complained. “No need to be so defensive. I’ve missed you too.”

“Oh?” Tooru seemed to get a little of his own back, leaning forward on his elbows. “What about me did you miss?”

((Going to separate universities, Hajime and Tooru learn the true meaning of "distance makes the heart grow fonder"))

all i wanted was you, by spaceburgers (6k. E. college/fwb au)

This was more emotional than I thought a 6k friends with benefits fic could be, okay? Okay.

Wherein Hajime and Tooru are fuck buddies, Hajime curses his treacherous heart, and Tooru is bad with feelings.

we shine like diamonds, by whitemiists (26k. T. canon divergence)

I couldn't not include this work. It deals with internalized homophobia so well and I really resonate with it.

In all seriousness, I’m very lucky to live in a country where my sexuality is widely accepted and my heart goes out the LGBTQIA+ peoples who are forced to hide themselves. You are loved and your sexuality and gender-identity are not wrong and never will be.

Oikawa is nine when he first hears the word. The boys on the playground whisper it like it's dirty, like the way they daringly mutter the word fuck and then look over their shoulders to check their parents hadn't heard.

"You know Abe-kun from class?" they snicker, hands cupped around their mouths like they're passing along a filthy secret. "I hear his older brother is... gay."

Look For Him, by Leryline (18k. E. canonverse)

A collection of kisses. I love Hajime’s grandmother.

She laughs gently. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you so heartbroken before, Hajime.”

Iwaizumi sighs and prods at the mackerel with a chopstick. “Sorry. I can’t help it. It’s just different, you know? Like Oikawa pissed me off so much that now he’s not here I don’t know what to do with myself.”

“But you weren’t always annoyed with him, were you?” his grandmother smiles serenely and takes a sip of her tea. “My, my, Hajime, old women see everything. I saw you out there with my finches, when you were kissing Tooru’s nose. Your mother and father used to do the very same thing, you know, when they were younger. And look how long they’ve lasted. I hope you and Tooru last, Hajime. He’s very good for you.”

Oikawa has kissed Iwaizumi more times than either of them can count; it’s a constant thing, their lips never really leaving the other’s skin. There are, however, times when they’ve kissed that are burned into their memories. Eight of them, to be precise.

film reel life, arsenicjay (8k. T. canon divergence)

Such a unique and creative idea! Reading from the eyes of a camera, so beautiful!

The only person Iwaizumi is lying to is himself, when he insists: I am not in love with Oikawa Tooru.

how to let your planets align, by tether (tothemoon) (15k. T. end of the world au)

This is the only remotely non-happy ending fic I will be including on here, and it's purely because it's a gorgeous read. And yes, I ached. Your lips, my lips, apocalypse.

It is the last day on earth, December 2nd, 1985, when you realize you're in love with him.

#haikyuu!!#haikyuu fic #haikyuu fic rec #iwaoi #iwaizumi x oikawa #Iwaizumi Hajime #oikawa tooru

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fallenflowersfromgrace · 3 years

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How about the director’s cut for your split curse au?

Hehehehe

So first off, with all the information dropped in season 2A, I kinda realized I really missed the mark on a lot of things for Split-Curse, so I'm in the process of rewriting the original fic. I had Lilith stressing out on a daily basis so poor thing would've transformed like hourly.

But you know, with the original version, I am still pretty proud of it. Anyways, I’ll word vomit below the cut about things I wanted to include and some ideas that I want to play on.

I spent three months on chapter 2. The chapter where Eda and Lilith spent time apart and ended up reconnecting, which apparently was a gut punch to a lot of my readers. And it was so funny because there were so many ideas about what would bring them back together.

Like one idea that I had was to like have coven guards go after Lilith for her public disobedience and make her “disappear” before she could become some sort of rebel icon. (Raine and Eda would’ve been so proud lmao) but that wasn’t working. I had a scene planned out where Eda would intervene and the two sisters would be the shit out of Belos’ dudes but then I realized that they would always be on the coven’s watch list and it wouldn’t make sense for Belos to see two teenagers as a threat so that idea was scrapped

Another idea was to have Lilith drink that death potion but have her body lowkey kinda just kill her from the inside out and have Eda find her older sister more or less dying on the bathroom floor at school.

One thing I wish I could’ve expanded more on is Lilith’s guilt in chapter 1. Like I had this one scene where Eda was going to find out Lilith attacked the coven guards before finding out her older sister cursed her and there was this joking comment, “What could be worse than treason?” And it was more of an indirect hit towards Lily. I just couldn’t find a place to fit it.

Here’s the scene in question:

"After you transformed...I had tried to go after you but I was held back and I umm…" Lilith lowered her voice as she adjusted her glasses and spoke quickly, "I attacked the coven members so they would let me go."

"YOU DID WHAT?!" Eda exclaimed with a shrill cry between amusement and surprise. "And you got away with it?! Holy sh-"

"Apparently, so," Lilith cut her sister off with a pointed glare.

"I have never been more proud of you." It could've been a trick of the light or the illusion spell, but Lilith swore her sister had stars in her eyes. "Look at my big sis committing treason for me."

"It wasn't treason," Lilith muttered before she felt a weight on her left thigh and glanced down to see her sister using her lap as a pillow. The older witch brought a hand to gently scratch Eda's scalp. "You better not go telling people that I committed treason."

"I'm totally going to do it."

"No."

"But-"

"It wouldn't even be correct."

"It's a joke, Lily. What in the Isles could be worse than treason?"

Eda closed her eyes as she smiled with a soft sigh of contentment, obvious to the wide-eyed pale face of her sister.

"What could be worse than treason?"

There were also a scene I wanted to include where someone, (more than likely Odalia) made a comment about Eda’s curse and Lilith decking whoever said it in the face. Unfortunately, an aggressive Lilith wasn’t fitting into the story.

And originally, the confession to the curse scene wasn’t as angsty as it ended up being. I didn’t end up using it cuz it just didn’t feel right, and that was a thing with a lot of the scenes and other things I wanted to try and include but I couldn’t. (Original confession scene below)

“You have something you want to tell me, but you can’t.”

A nod.

“Why can’t you tell me?”

“You would hate me if I did.”

“That’s a lie. You’re my sister, I could never hate you,” Eda scoffed but the amusement dropped as Lilith seemed to shrink in on herself. “Tell me.”

“No. I can’t-”

“Hey, there’s no secrets between us, remember?” Eda shrugged, “There’s nothing so bad that to the point where I would hate you. Now spill it.”

“I-I...I know...I know who...who c-cursed you.”

“What? Lil-”

“It was me.”

And in retrospect, I didn’t do too well a job of covering Eda’s arc. Like now that I know a lot more, I’m like, “Damn, Eda, I am so sorry I did you dirty.” Like, it wasn’t a horrible characterization, but with me blindly throwing darts and hoping to Titan that it works, I had a few hits but a lot more misses.

And I think that was cuz I didn’t understand Eda enough when I first wrote the second chapter to give her a proper arc. Knowing she attacked her dad now, would’ve been a great thing to incorporate into the fic, and even Eda’s strained relationship with Gwen. Details that I needed, but didn’t have. And now that Raine is a character I can use, oh, they add so much more to Eda’s character I can use for this au. Like thank you Dana.

I can be honest and say that I was never satisfied with how I wrote a young Eda in this fic because I always felt like I was missing something, and it was because I had her alone. I had her main thing be this resentment towards her sister and now I’m sitting here like, “Oh you sweet baby pumpkin, you had so much more trauma than I ever gave you.” Like I gave her this midframe she doesn’t develop until adulthood, and granted, I made both sisters grow up quickly. However, her thing was that “I don’t need anyone but myself” WHICH IS WRONG. But yeah, I struggled to make Eda have her own arc that was just more than getting over her resentment, and while that is important, I didn’t feel like that was good enough for her.

So, moving forward, and in this upcoming rewrite, we’re getting more Clawthorne family drama, and I want to use more of the Owl Beast and the Raven Beast, and of course, TEEN RAINE. I’M GIVING Y’ALL TEEN RAEDA.

Tahnks for reading all this word vomit lol

#asks #horatiocomehome

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some-kindofgnome · 3 years

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august slipped away

i. ii.

Otherwise known as the Thanksgiving fic.

characters: mirio x f!reader

wc: 2.6k

warnings: smut (18+ please!), quirkless AU, angst, Thanksgiving long-distance woes, mirio’s very ugly little subaru

notes: Happy Birthday @drapetomaniac! I’m so glad I was able to get this finished on time. I’m so grateful to have met you on this lil site, so consider this my birthday gift to you! 💖 This serves as a part ii to my Kinktober fic “with autumn closing in.” It got ANGSTY. I hope you love it.

on the prompt: “It’s November – the month of crimson sunsets, parting birds, deep, sad hymns of the sea, passionate wind-songs in the pines.” This beautiful line was written by Lucy Maud Montgomery, a wonderful Canadian writer, in her novel Anne of the Island, published in 1915.

MASTERLIST

Mini Prompt Event!

It’s November – the month of crimson sunsets, parting birds, deep, sad hymns of the sea, passionate wind-songs in the pines.

Despite the traffic, the drive into your hometown’s been remarkably quiet. You’ve hitched a ride with a friend, and with Starbucks in your cupholders and weeks worth of laundry piled into her trunk, you ride back in near-silence.

She knows what’s on your mind as she pulls off the exit, the all-too-familiar sign that marks your hometown sending a rush of anxiety straight to your gut.

You’re not looking forward to this weekend as much as you should be. You miss your family- your parents, your dog, your bedroom- but there’s another gaping question mark that fills the rest of the weekend, too harrowing to ignore.

Mirio.

After a very tearful goodbye at the end of the summer, things were good between you. You texted all the time and called him whenever you could. You even wrote letters back and forth in the first month of the semester. Mirio’s were never decked out in stickers or lavish penmanship like yours were, but they teared you up all the same.

But college is difficult. And you’re both starting this year, so it’s been a lot for both of you to adjust to. You and Mirio always kind of sailed through high school without too much extra studying, so the amount of work it takes to do well in college has been a massive wake-up call.

It’s putting a strain on your relationship with him. Slowly, at first.

You were too busy with papers and assignments to call during the week, but he was too busy with practices and games and training to call on the weekends. The letters dwindled in frequency and then ceased altogether. Now you’ll go days without hearing from each other at all.

There’s never been a doubt in your mind that long-distance was going to be difficult. But you’re pretty sure it’s not supposed to feel like this.

Your friend drops you off in the driveway and squeezes your tight shoulder. She promises you that it’s going to work out, one way or the other. Then she pulls away to continue to her own city and you climb up the front steps with two garbage bags of laundry in your hands.

You’re attacked by your ecstatic dog at the door, and your mother doesn’t follow far behind. The house is already fragrant with the spiced aroma of baking pumpkin pies, and your mother cries as she hugs you tightly. So do you.

A few minutes later, with your first load of laundry spinning away, you flop onto the couch. To your delight, there’s a text from Mirio. You’re kind of hoping to see him tonight, but you’re not sure what time he was planning on getting into town. Still, a text from him seems promising.

Home yet? It reads.

You’re trying not to let it show that you’re brimming with happiness.

Just got in, you text breezily, curling your knees to your chest with a little smile tugging at your lips. It feels so good to talk to him again here, knowing you’ve got nothing but time to spend with him this weekend.

You text back and forth a little bit, soft little messages about how good it feels to be home and how glad you are that he got home safe. The last message you type out feels indulgent but so good, and you send it with every expectation of an immediate response.

Wanna come over?

Read 7:12 pm

Dull silence persists from your phone. One hour goes by. Two hours. The temptation to send him another message is overwhelming. You’ve been well past the point of avoiding double texts for as long as you can remember.

But this feels… different. Like you shouldn’t bother him. Like, somehow, that’ll only make the silence worse.

So you don’t. Fair enough.

The next day, you’re up to your elbows helping your family get ready for dinner. Your mom has an unfortunate habit of pulling out the stops, but the meal turns out fantastic. Dealing with your extended family is as draining as always, but you’re texting Mirio every so often under the table and he seems happy enough to respond.

You think about bringing up his sudden disappearance last night, but figure he’d been preoccupied with his family. Tonight, his texts are in good spirits.

It’s not until you’re curled up in bed with a belly full of turkey that you try again.

Wanna do something tomorrow? I have brunch in the morning, but I could meet you after.

Read 10:36 pm

Nothing.

Fool me once, you don’t want to let yourself think. But Mirio’s pretty good at putting his phone down when it’s time for bed, so you tell yourself he’s just gone to sleep. He’s gone to sleep and in the morning you’re going to wake up to a sweet little text from him with fresh plans from the afternoon.

Unfortunately, the trend continues. You catch and hold his attention for a few messages a time every day, but every time you mention meeting up in person, you get radio silence. It’s gotten to the point where you know it’s on purpose, and yet every time you fail to confront him, your embarrassment deepens.

Mirio doesn’t play games with you. It feels wrong, to have him jerking your heart around like this. But you give him the benefit of the doubt all weekend.

Finally, it’s Sunday. Your washed, folded laundry is packed neatly in the hallway. You’re finishing up dinner and your family knows, at this point, to keep quiet about Mirio.

You’ve given up on seeing him entirely.

As your family cleans up, you try one more time. You know you shouldn’t. You have every expectation of being treated the same way you have all weekend- why should this time work out any differently?

But you do it anyway.

Hey… I know you might be busy with family stuff, but we’re both going back tomorrow so tonight’s kinda the last chance I can see you…

To your surprise, just a few minutes later, you get a reply,

Want me to pick you up?

Within half an hour, his familiar little Subaru is waiting for you in the dark. Your heart clenches tightly, watching him parked in the driveway. You haven’t seen him in months.

You’d expected a happier reunion.

Still, there’s a sort of lightness that tugs at your heart as you pick your way down the front steps. You tug open the passenger’s side door- the inside of the car is toasty from the rattling little heater that’s always smelled just a little bit burnt.

Mirio has a sad sort of tired smile on his lips, but you can see the relief in his gaze. You’ve almost forgotten what he looks like in real-time like this.

“Hi,” you gasp, almost shyly. You tug the door shut and he shifts the car into gear. You can’t help the little clench of anticipation you get when he puts a hand on the back of your seat to glance over his shoulder.

When he looks back at you, he looks a little brighter.

“Wanna get some coffee?”

He takes you through the Starbucks drive-thru and buys you both iced coffees. The ice rattles cold and sweet inside the cups as he drives you out of town, taking you up the winding road to the point. Neither of you says a thing. You haven’t planned a thing, but you don’t need to.

As you draw closer to the familiar little lookout, your stomach tightens.

Something feels very wrong about the way he’s treating you. By the time he pulls off the road and rolls along the battered gravel path, you’re almost in tears.

You should’ve seen this coming the first time he left you on read. Mirio’s never left you on read before.

“Well,” you mumble, your heart pounding in your throat. You know you’re going to regret this, but it’s killing you to sit in silence. You reach into the centre console and grab your coffee, shaking it weakly in front of him.

“At least you bought me a coffee before breaking up with me.”

Mirio reacts visibly in the dark next to you.

“What?” He looks over, dark eyes shining with betrayal. His blonde brow is firm and set, but there’s genuine surprise in his expression.

“Break up with you?” His voice is trembling. “W-why would I-“

Now you feel even stupider. The tears come, hot and fast and unrelenting. Your next words come in a pinched sob.

“Why wouldn’t you?” You’ve cried like this in front of him before, but this is the first time it’s ever seemed embarrassing.

“I tried to see you all weekend, all I wanted was to see you.” You’re sniffling wildly, and you knee open the glove box because you know he always keeps tissues there. “I missed you so much and-and you wouldn’t even talk to me.”

He whimpers your name, quiet as a prayer. He’s tearing up, too, gripping the steering wheel tightly with his face screwed up in pain.

“I’m sorry,” he croaks. “I was… I thought…”

He’s pausing like you’re going to interrupt him, but you don’t. He bows his head, continuing.

“I was afraid to see you,” he confesses, “because I thought you wanted to break up with me.”

The relief you expect doesn’t come. Instead, a deeper, sicker pain wraps itself around your heart.

“Why would you think that?”

“Because you don’t talk to me anymore,” he ejects. “Not in the same way. I… I know you’re busy, and I know I’m busy, but… things just felt different. Ever since Homecoming, I-I just…”

Homecoming was the one weekend that Mirio had been to visit you since the summer. That was a reunion that felt as good as it was supposed to. You’ll never forget bounding out of your residence hall to find him there, leaning against the edge of his little car like it was a souped-up Harley Davidsen. You’ll never forget the way he laughed when you launched yourself into his arms.

But that was where the bliss had stopped.

Homecoming was a bad weekend for him to visit. You should have seen that coming. You were busy with your brand new friendships, hopping from party to party. And though you were both all smiles when he was climbing into his car again on Sunday night, you’d known he left feeling a little neglected.

“Mirio,” you sob, reaching for him. You pull his eyes to yours with a hand under his jaw- a little unshaven, scratchy- and his cheeks are wet with fresh tears of his own. “I missed you like hell. I love you. I mean that every single time I say it. And I-“

You hate this kind of thing with him. Neither of you takes conflict very well. And though there have always been fights, this is the largest reckoning you’ve ever had.

“I had so many plans for us this weekend,” you admit, and the hurt takes over. Because no matter how you resolve this, that’s time that you can never get back. “And now I have to go back tomorrow and so do you and this is all we’re gonna have.”

“I know,” he sniffles right back. His voice is weak. Trembling. You haven’t seen him like this since his dog died, right after you graduated high school. “God, I-I… I’m so sorry.”

He’s reaching for you now, winding his arms awkwardly over the centre console to pull you close. You have to lean way over but you do, burying your face into the chest of his jacket.

You both sob openly, for nobody but yourselves.

“I don’t want it to be like this,” you plead. “I don’t want to be fighting for things to feel right. I can’t take four more years of this, Mirio, I can’t.”

He’s stroking a palm down the back of your head now, burying his nose into your hair.

“It won’t be,” he promises. “I’m gonna try harder. I’m gonna- I promise.”

“It’s both of us,” you reply. Your voice drops as you start to, slowly, regain control. “It’s me too. I need to try harder, too. I don’t want it to end like this.”

You nose your way to the surface, peering up at him. You both look ridiculous, faces pinched and teary. But none of that matters when you’re leaning up and he’s leaning down and he’s kissing you, all soft and loving in that way that used to make you melt.

It still does.

You let it grow heated, let yourself grab him by the cheeks and pour all of the desperate longing you’ve been doing into this kiss. It becomes very clear to you that you’re not going to be getting out of this car a single woman. And relief spreads warm and gooey through your gut.

“I wanna,” you whisper, pulling back with your eyelashes fluttering. Mirio cups your cheeks and warmly swipes the last of your drying tears away. He leans in and nuzzles the chilled tip of your nose with his.

“You sure?”

You bite your lower lip and shoot him a quiet, sly little nod.

This time, when you climb into the backseat together, no blankets or pillows are waiting for you. But you don’t care. You let him splay you across the narrow back seat, hitching one knee up over the backrest and stretching the other one out alongside him.

It’s a good deal colder this time around. And you can’t wait to get to each other. Your clothes are barely shoved out of the way by the time he’s nudging his stiff tip against your folds. You’re pushing the long hem of his sweatshirt out of the way for him, and he looks down at you with such determined adoration that you wonder why you ever doubted his love in the first place.

He eases into you slow and gentle, just like the first time. Very unlike the second time, harried and rushed under the covers of your rickety dorm bed.

You drag his lips to yours while he bottoms out inside you, wrapping that free leg around his hips and keeping him buried tight.

He fucks you just like that, in deep, tiny little strokes that nudge the tenderest parts of your belly and send pleasure trickling right down your spine each time. He kisses every part of your skin that he can reach, whispering his devotion to you over and over and over again until his voice breaks. Until all he can do is grunt and sigh and shake above you as he pours his climax into you, bringing you to a quiet little peak beneath him.

You stay tangled for a long time, despite the cramps quickly developing in your forcibly angled limbs. He lays between your thighs, listening to your heartbeat as your lazy fingers drift through the sweat-damped strands of his golden hair.

“Hey,” he murmurs warmly, lifting his chin to find your eyes. “I wanna drive you back to school tomorrow, okay?”

“What?” You frown. “Mirio, that’s two hours in the opposite direction for you. Don’t-“

“Please,” he insists, and something in his tone makes you stop. He slides his hands up your sides. “I want to. I didn’t… I should’ve seen you more this weekend. Let me. Please?”

You give a breathy little laugh, laying your head back against the edge of the seat. Your heart throbs with that all-too-familiar warmth.

“My mom’ll be pissed,” you tease, and you feel him grin against your chest.

You’re going to be okay.

#mirio x reader #mirio togata x reader #lemillion #mirio togata #mirio #my hero academia #mha fanfic #boku no hero academia #lemillion smut #angst #bnha

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