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gay-wh0re-slut · 6 months

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Hi! Angsty request, please?

Reader has feelings for Rhea for a long time, but never mentioned it because she didn’t want to ruin their friendship and make it awkward at work. She also never thought they had a chance together so she kept it to herself. At some point she’s starting to have a crush on someone else, starting going out with that person and is finally ready to move on, but somehow Rhea finds out about reader’s feelings from before and gets sad and frustrated, because it was mutual, Rhea just kept it to herself too. It’s becomes too much for Rhea to see the reader happy with someone else, kissing them, hugging them when it could have been her if both weren’t such chickens, so she distances herself and when reader confronts her Rhea explodes.

No need for smutty ending, but lots of fluff? After the lots of angst 🥲

ooooo this is a good one!! i can already tell that this might be a long one so buckle up buttercup hahaha

after writing: okay so it wasn’t that long but i hope i did it justice

Too Late

rhea x fem!reader

content: angst with a side of angst and fluff for dessert :)

Clocking into work was getting easier and easier. It was your dream to work for WWE and you finally got it. You haven’t worked here for long but long enough to know who you liked and didn’t like. Out of everyone you liked Rhea Ripley the most. Though she was a big scary heel on screen, she was the biggest sweetheart when the cameras weren’t rolling. She would always make sure you were doing well and sometimes bring you random snacks throughout the day because she knew that you wouldn’t eat unless told to because you were always so busy.

“Please take the damn offer,” she would say.

“Fine, fine,” you’d snatch it jokingly, “but I can feed myself,” but you loved when she would take care of you.

You two were pretty close, when you had the time, neither of you would be seen without the other, the two of you were inseparable. You had multiple inside jokes and the other members of the judgment day would join in on them too. Often they would ask you where Rhea was before anyone else, and you always knew the answer.

In the past few months though, you’ve realized that you were actually in love with the australian. You refused to tell her because it never seemed that she was into you. You for sure didn’t tell anyone either, especially Dom, they were closer than you would ever be with Rhea.

So you carried on, trying to push down the feelings as long as possible. One day, an old fling texted you asking how you were and the casual small talk.

“Who’s got you smiling like that? Obviously not me,” Rhea asked.

You immediately got embarrassed, “an old friend,” you simply say.

“Yeah?” she peaked over at your phone and you quickly moved it away, “looks more like an old friend to me.”

“We used to…mess around. She just wanted to see how I was doing, we haven’t talked in over two years,” you weren’t lying but talking to this old fling made you realize you never got over them fully.

“Mmm,” was all she said.

“What? You jealous?” you laugh.

“No,” she lied, “just thought I was the only one that made you smile like that,” she joked.

“Shut up,” you fake punched her arm, “I smile at a lot of things.”

The old fling and you texted for a few weeks before you decided to go on a ‘second first date’. It went pretty well, to be honest and you scheduled another one…and another one…and another one. Eventually, you were hanging out every night, reminiscing about old times, which made you realize that maybe she was the right person, wrong time.

Rhea on the other hand was becoming very jealous.

“Where is she?” she asked Damian.

“I’m not sure, I thought you would know,” he shrugged. “Is she not with her girlfriend?”

“Girlfriend?!”

“She didn’t tell you?” he was surprised because he knew how close you two were or used to be.

“No,” she growled.

“She seems happy though,” he rubbed her back for comfort.

“She would’ve been happier with me,” her voice became small.

“What?” his eyes were wide, “What’s that supposed to mean, hermana?”

“I loved her,” tears were forming in her eyes.

“Hey, hey,” he pulled her in to hug her tightly, “You gotta tell her before it becomes too serious.”

Enough time has passed so you thought it was time to bring your new girlfriend to work and meet all your coworkers. You introduced her to many people but you wanted her to meet Rhea especially, she was your best friend after all.

“Rhea! This is my girlfriend!” you were holding hands, “I actually think you two would get along pretty well, you have similar personalities,” you laughed.

“Hey,” she said in a monotoned voice, “nice to meet you.”

“Right…well,” you turned to your girlfriend, “why don’t you get us some lunch and we can talk more then, yeah?”

“Sure, baby,” your girlfriend kissed you, “see you later Rhea,” she waved as she walked away.

Rhea gave her a weak smile.

“What was that about?” you crossed your arms at her.

“What?” Rhea obviously did not look happy.

“You don’t approve?”

“No, I do,” she looked down at the floor shuffling her feet, “just tired today is all.”

You could tell she was lying but you didn’t want to push it. Squinting at her trying to figure out what she was really feeling, “okay, well get some rest then, do you want her to get you some food?”

“Oh no, I’m good, thanks.”

You were getting annoyed very quickly at her lack of enthusiasm. Why couldn’t she be happy for you, you thought. “I’ll see you later then,” your voice was a little stern.

“Yeah,” and she walked off.

You scoffed. What is going on?

Weeks passed and you’ve barely spoken to the wrestler and it was eating you alive. You couldn’t think of a reason why she wouldn’t want to talk to you. You’ve reached out multiple times and have either gotten short answers or nothing at all.

“It’ll be okay, baby, just ask her about it tomorrow,” your girlfriend said caressing your arm. The two of you were sat on your couch watching a movie.

“I hope so, she’s my… best friend,” you leaned into her touch. Only then did you remember that you wanted her to be more than friends, and a small part of you still did. You thought about how your girlfriend and Rhea actually did have similar if not identical, personalities and that she was just a fill in for the real thing. You couldn’t help feeling guilty about the whole situation, using your girlfriend to fill the Rhea sized void in your heart. It ached, and you realized nothing will be the same.

She reached her hand to your chin and turned you towards her, “It will be,” as she kissed you gently, but now, as if a flip was switched, you felt nothing for her and everything for the goth wrestler who seemed to have left you in the dark.

You could barely sleep that night. You tossed and turned thinking of all the things you could say to her. Should you just admit that all along you had feelings for her? Or should you ask about her avoiding you first? Or ask the judgment day what you should do because they know her too? You couldn’t decide, and it was killing you. You cried in frustration until you fell asleep.

The sun came up and blinded you awake. “God,” you grumbled shielding your eyes. You look at the time and it was earlier than you expected, “whatever,” as you get out of bed anyway.

After a short nights sleep you decide to text Damian about what you should do.

“Hey,” you started.

“Hola amiga, long time no talk,” he was always so fun to text.

“I have a question, pretty serious if that’s okay?”

“Shoot.”

“So I’ve realized that I actually have feelings for Rhea and I was wondering if there was a way that you could help? Rhea won’t talk to me,” you were shaking as you typed your secret.

“Well good news, mí amiga, she likes you too, but the only thing I could think to get her to talk to you would be to confront her in person. You know she’s a no nonsense woman,” you could feel that he was smiling at his phone.

“Why didn’t she ever tell me?!”

“She was afraid you wouldn’t feel the same,” he simply put.

“I felt the same way,” you sent first. His typing bubble came up but you sent another one first, “Will she be there today?”

The bubble went away for a few seconds then, “Yes,” was all he said.

“Thank you for your help.”

“Anytime,” he responded as you got your keys and went to the venue.

As the drive went on you got angrier and angrier. “Why didn’t she tell me?” you said to yourself. “Damn it Rhea,” you hit your hand on the steering wheel.

You whipped your car into a spot and sped walked inside, “Where’s Rhea?” you asked Finn who just happened to be at the door.

“In the locker room, love. Everything okay?” he looked concerned.

“Just peachy,” you lied as you whizzed past him.

You reached the locker room and took a deep breath before entering not wanting to set off that you were upset if other women were there. Unfortunately, there were, so you found the tattooed woman and asked her to meet you by your car, away from listening ears.

After five long minutes she finally walked out. She strutted her way to your car, “what’s wrong? You good?” she said as if nothing was wrong.

“Are you?” you shot back.

“Woah! What’s with the attitude?” she leaned her hand on your trunk with her other on her hip and her feet crossed.

You couldn’t wait any longer so you just blurted it out, “Why didn’t you tell me that you loved me?”

“I always did?” she scrunched her face, “I told you all the time.” Which was true, you told each other that whenever you could, but as best friends.

“That’s not what I meant and you know that,” you pointed before crossing your arms.

She sighed as she leaned her back on your car, now she was crossing her arms looking for something to say.

“Well?” you push.

“It doesn’t matter now, you’re with her,” she gestured outwards.

“Yes it does matter, it matters more than anything else right now.”

“Why?” she finally looked at you.

“Because!” you started but hesitated, “because I- it does!”

“That’s not an answer,” she was getting upset now.

“You haven’t talked to me for weeks and you’re acting like nothing is wrong,” you threw your hands up before slapping them down on your thighs.

“Nothing is wrong,” she said calmly, which you knew meant she was furious.

“Clearly something is, so tell me,” you leaned your shoulder on the unknown car beside you.

“Just drop it, it’s not worth our time,” she began to walk away.

You stopped her by stepping her front of her, “Don’t walk away from me. This is the most you’ve talked to me in what? a month? We have all day, I know your schedule by heart, you have nothing to do today except an interview at eight and it’s only twelve.”

Her tongue glided over her teeth inside her mouth, as she seethed with rage but tried to keep her cool, “I said drop it,” she looked down at you.

“You don’t scare me,” you squinted.

She exhaled loudly before stepping away from you pressing her thumb and pointer finger to the bridge of her nose, “Fuck it,” she said quietly, “Fuck it!” she yelled throwing her hands up in surrender. “You wanna know what’s wrong?”

“That’s why we’re here!”

“What’s wrong is that you got a pretty new girlfriend when I’ve been there for you through everything,” she yelled. “I made sure you were welcomed, I made sure you ate, I made sure you were safe, I facetimed you when you drove home so I knew you made it okay! Hell, I drove you home sometimes and picked you up! I told you allllll my secrets and troubles and you just up and leave me for someone else,” she finally took a breath.

You took the opportunity to intervene, “I didn’t leave you, you left me! You’re the one that stopped talking to me! And we weren’t together, you don’t have control over me and even if we were, you still don’t!”

“No, but I can worry! You spend all your time with what’s-her-name that you never have any left for me!” she pointed to herself.

“As if I haven’t tried to reach out? Multiple times I’ve tried to ask you to come over so you can get to know her and you either never respond or say no when I know you could’ve,” a lump in throat was starting to form.

“Because I couldn’t handle seeing you happy with someone else! Is that what you wanted to hear?” she finally admitted.

Your mouth dropped open, “Yes, actually, it is!”

“Fuck, (y/n)!” she turned away from you with her hands in fists sitting on her hips as she was looking at the sky. “I…” she calmed herself down and she turned back around, “I couldn’t stand looking at you being with someone else because it should’ve been me,” her voice sounded defeated.

“So why didn’t you tell me?” you reciprocated the tone.

“Because I didn’t know if you felt the same,” she sighed.

The lump in your throat was bigger than it was and tears were forcing their way out but you didn’t let them, “Well, I do.”

“I know.”

“You know? Who told you?” your face contorted.

“Damian,” the two of you said at the same time.

“Fucking Damian, bro,” you giggle.

“He was never good with secrets,” she laughed with you.

The laughter became louder and louder as it went on. Both of you realized how ridiculous this whole thing was which made you laugh even harder. Gravity pulled you down because you were stumbling around trying to keep yourself standing, while watching her lean on your car holding her stomach. The more you watched each other lose it, the more you laughed.

You finally calmed down enough to catch your breath, “We’re so stupid,” you wiped the tears, “how could we not tell that we-” you laughed again.

“I don’t know!” she shrugged and joined you again.

It wasn’t as much this time, but your stomach was sore and your face hurt from smiling so much, “Damn it, I gotta break up with her,” you finally said.

“If you really do love her, don’t do that,” she was sad that she said that but she needed to play devils advocate.

“No, I do, she was a replica, but she wasn’t you,” you admit.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“When I said you had similar personalities, I meant that she was exactly like you, it was kinda weird.”

“Well,” she scoffed, “she could never be me,” she flexed her arms.

“Oh my god, please,” you joked as you push her arms down but you loved the confidence she had, “But no, she couldn’t.”

Before you could walk away she grabbed you and pulled you in for a deep, tight hug. You easily fell into it, holding onto her for dear life. This is where you’re meant to be, you thought. You stayed like that for what felt like forever, but you didn’t mind. Sadly, she let go but left you with a kiss on the top of your head.

“Now I really have to break up with her because I want to kiss you so bad,” you said embarrassed.

“Call her,” she was serious.

“That’s awful, it needs to be in person,” you rebutted.

“Call her, or I’ll do it myself,” she held out her hand for you to give her your phone.

“Oh god no,” you pulled your hands away, “fine.”

“And put her on speaker.”

“That’s a definite no,” as you dialed the number.

It rang twice with Rhea staring at you waiting for her to answer.

“Hey, uhm so this is awkward but I’m breaking up with you…You figured?!” you looked at Rhea with confusion as she smiled wider, “So you knew that this wouldn’t last?” your crossed your arm, “Yeah okay, I’m sorry I lead you on…feel free to text me if you want to, totally understand if not,” you laughed nervously, “Yep…okay yeah, bye.”

“Well that was easy,” her smile was bright and her eyes were brighter.

You didn’t say another word as you grabbed her face and pulled her down for a kiss. The two of you sighed with relief as your lips continued to dance against hers. Nothing felt more normal, like you’ve been doing this forever and you couldn’t wait for more. Your hands roaming over her arms and waist as she cupped your jaw ever so gently.

“Hey guys!” you heard Dom say from a distance, “Ah! Oh, sorry…I’ll just uh…” he shielded his eyes before peeking through his fingers, “They ordered pizza,” he pointed his thumb to the door, “If you want some… no? Okay yeah, see you later,” as he went back inside.

You let go of her as soon as he started, rolling your eyes jokingly. The two of you laughed as your forehead’s touched, “We should probably-”

“Yeah, let’s go,” she held your hand and escorted you inside.

#rhea ripley #wwe #rhea ripley x reader #i thought the end was so funny i had to put it in there lmaooo

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ilovepedro · 6 months

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Space Cowboy | din djarin x f!reader

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Summary: Before Din became one of the most notorious bounty hunters in the galaxies, he was in love with you. The two of you shared a wonderful life together. However once he joined the Guild, things between you two shifted. Din became increasingly dedicated to hunting quarries, pushing you to the bottom of his priorities. Thus, leading you to make the hardest decision of your life. They say if you love something, set it free.

Rating: 18+ MDNI

Word count: ~4k

Warnings: kissing, probs inaccurate star wars lore, Din Djarin is referenced as Din in this and i’m not sorry, very little fluff, fools in love, no mention of hair type/skin color/body type, NO USE OF Y/N, desperate!Din, angst with no happy ending, flashbacks, POV switching, Din unintentionally shuts reader out, reader is neglected, this is just sad 🥲

A/N: This idea is loosely based off Space Cowboy by Kacey Musgraves. I was with my bff and we both agreed that whole album is extremely Din coded while we listened to it. She actually inspired the idea for this one shot! so full creds to my twizzy ily 👯‍♀️ i cranked this out in 2 hours before falling asleep, Din has been rotting my brain as of lately. let me know what you think! please feel free to send me asks or leave your thoughts in the comments 🫶🏼 not beta’d, all mistakes are my own.

Divider by the lovely @saradika 🩵

“Din, my love,” you stir from your slumber, calling out to him in the Razor Crest. No answer, as usual. He’s been on this bounty for a week now when he said it’d take no longer than 4 days. Your comm link had broken, not having time to grab another before you two set off on this journey. Sighing, you rise to your feet and make the bed. Wandering through the ship, you open the door and watch the ramp descend. You begin your usual, mundane walk around the forest in which the ship is parked.

Since joining a year ago, Din has grown increasingly distant as he establishes himself in the Guild, set in his dedication to them. While you’re happy your partner has found a burning passion, you do miss him. Never really around and when he is, his mind is somewhere else - not with you.

Lost in thought, you don’t hear the rustling in the bushes. “Cyar’ika!” Din’s voice pierces the air, startling you. “Oh! My love! You’re back,” sighing, relieved to see him. “I told you to stay on the ship. We don’t know what’s out here,” he says, short and curt as he lugs the quarry to the ship.

Stealing a glance at the quarry, mindful not to use his real name. “Mando, you can’t possibly expect me to stay confined to that ship for days while you’re off doing stars knows what!” Anger courses through your veins, his words sending you into a fit of fury. He shoves the quarry up the ramp, you following in tow. “He not treating you right, pretty lady?” Din tightens his hold onto him, the quarry yelping in pain. “What?! I can’t ask a question?!” “No. You can’t,” Din grits as he tosses him into the cargo hold, freezing him. Din closes the ship door, bringing the ramp up.

“Din! Do you really expect me to stay inside the ship for days at a time?!” You shriek. “Yes! I do! I already have enough to worry about, I don’t need to add you to the list too,” he spits. “Your list? So I’m one of your quarries now?!” He scoffs at your words, grumbling as he ascends the ladder. “I don’t have time for this.”

“Of course you don’t. You never do,” you mutter as he walks away. He freezes, climbing down the steps. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Your chest heaves, words forming on your lips before you even realize. “You never have time for me anymore! I never see you! You’re constantly away on these hunts, while you stick me in here like I’m some sort of doll! And even when you are here, you ignore me half the time! It’s been a year, how long do you expect to me go on like this?!”

“Go on like what?! You know I’m working my way up in the Guild, you knew this was going to be a big adjustment. I told you this when I joined.” You fight back tears that threaten to spill over, battling to keep your composure. “I know that, Din! I do! But I’m lonely, I miss you! Is that so hard to understand?” You plead. “I’m here with you when I’m not out on a hunt, how could you miss me?” He asks, oblivious to your pain, your needs.

“When you’re here, you stare out the window the majority of the time! Tracking your quarries, talking to Karga, finding who you need to pick up next, only ever acknowledging me when you return or before bed! You don’t even sit and have dinner with me anymore,” you explain exasperatedly. “So because I’m busy doing my job and not sharing a ration pack with you every night, you’re upset?”

It takes every fiber in your being to not let your tears fall. Blinking them back, you swallow them down. “That’s not what I mean, Din.” Your voice wobbled and hushed. “Then what do you mean, cyar’ika? I’m trying to provide a better life for you, for us. A life where you have all the things you deserve,” Din says. “I don’t care about any of that, Din. My life will always be better with you in it, no matter where we are or what we have, or lack.”

“You said you’d support me when I joined the Guild.” “And I do! It’s not that I don’t support you, Din, I-,”

“Then what is it?” “Please, stop twisting my words. We never argue like this. My love… please.” Despite not seeing his face, you know your words have gotten to him. He lets out a modulated sigh. The silence hangs heavy in the air until it’s interrupted by an incoming call from Karga on Din’s comm link. “I’ve gotta take this, cyar’ika.”

Fighting back tears is a losing battle. “Okay,” you whisper, pushing past him and into the refresher. Din sighs as you shut the door behind you. He doesn’t know what’s worse - the fact that you didn’t slam the door or that he wishes you did. As he ascends the ladder to take the call, he hears a sniffle from the refresher. Torn between you and the call, he continues his way up the ladder.

Silently sobbing into a towel on the floor, your body rattles as you attempt to control your breathing. It’s no use, he refuses to see why you’re upset. He used to be so empathetic with you, so open and tender. Now, it’s like you might as well be his colleague, one that he barely speaks to merely out of obligation. Your heart shatters at the thought, wondering if his love has also faded away along with the Din you once knew.

Picking yourself up, you splash water on your face - grateful for the icy chill to revive you. You open the door, tip toeing out into the ship. Peering around the corner, you check to see if Din has gone to bed. The bed is empty and made, seemingly untouched. A defeated sigh escapes your lips. You quietly ascend the ladder, peeking inside the cockpit. Din sits in the pilot seat, as the ship moves through hyperspace, the blue light reflecting off his armor.

Fighting an internal war, deciding if you should stay or give him space, you ultimately decide on the latter. You clear your throat before leaving. He whips around in his seat.

“Where are we going?” “Back to Nevarro. I’ve finished for now. Karga wants to meet with me for a special bounty.” Your chest aches. “Oh. Okay. How long until we get there?” “About 2 days.”

“Okay. I’m going to bed.” Thick, heavy silence ensues again. “Okay, cyar’ika. Good night.” You flash him a pained, small smile. “Good night, Din. I love you,” you say, voice unsteady. There’s a beat before he speaks. “I love you too.” It’s silly to even hope that he’ll join you, but hope is all you can hang onto to stay sane for the next 2 days.

You descend the ladder and climb into the small cot you two normally would’ve shared. It feels so big despite its size. Burying your face into his pillow, fat tears fall from your eyes again. Your chest on fire as your lungs burn from heaving. You tire yourself out from sobbing, falling into a deep sleep.

You wake after stars knows how long, eyes burning as you crack them open. Swollen and puffy, it hurts to keep them open. You stretch and climb out of bed, rubbing your head to soothe the intense ache. Climbing up the ladder, you see Din isn’t in the seat anymore and you’re no longer in hyperspace. Stepping down, you hear the refresher door hiss as it opens. Din steps out, adjusting his helmet. He smells clean, like his piney soap. He must’ve taken a shower. He freezes as he sees you standing in front of him.

“Cyar’ika,” he nearly whispers. “Din.” He winces at the use of his name, not used to it tumbling from your lips as you typically call him your ‘love.’

“How’d you sleep?” “Good. How long did I sleep for?” “About a day.” You’re taken aback a bit. You’ve never slept that long before. “Oh.” “I didn’t want to wake you. You looked peaceful.”

I definitely didn’t feel that way, you silently think. “I wish you had joined me,” you can’t help but admit. “You also know sitting in that chair isn’t good for your back.” He sighs at your words. “I know, cyar’ika, but I didn’t know if you wanted me there.” Your brows scrunch, lips turning into a frown. “I always want you next to me, Din. Even if we have a disagreement beforehand, I’ll always want you by my side.”

“I’ll always want you by my side too, cyar’ika. Which is why I need your support as I advance in the Guild,” he says. “Din, I do support you, I can’t stress that enough. I just wish you’d hear what I’m saying - see where I’m coming from,” you sigh. “This job that Karga wants me to take pays very well. It’ll greatly assist us in buying a house somewhere one day. A house where we can raise a family.”

“Din, what part of ‘I don’t care where we are just as long as we’re together’ do you not understand? A house doesn’t mean anything to me if you’re never going to be home. That’s no life for a family. You are my home. All I’m asking for is more time with you, my love. You haven’t kissed me in over a week,” you ramble.

“I need you, cyar’ika. I always will… but right now, I need to take this job. To set up our future for success. I’ll give you everything you ask for very soon, cyar’ika, I promise,” he says, completely disregarding everything you’ve just said.

“How soon, Din?!” You ask, your throat burning. “I don’t know, but soon!” Fat tears cascade down your cheeks, taking in a deep breath.

“Aren’t I enough, Din?” You hiccup, your cheeks soaked in sorrow. “Of course you are enough, cyar’ika! More than enough, why would you ask such a question?” He asks offendedly. “Then why do you keep making me compete with the Guild? Why is this job so important? Why won’t you listen to me? Why won’t you talk to me anymore?” You shout, through your tears, voice crackling.

“I’m not making you compete with the Guild. I’ve told you why this is important. It’s for us, for our future children,” he says, growing impatient. “No. This is for you. You’re trying to prove yourself for whatever reason you won’t tell me,” you grit. “I am not trying to prove myself to anyone. I’m the one who is trying to provide for us, trying to make sure we stay afloat. Someone has to. I’m sorry I don’t have time to play house. We need to have one of those first in order to do that,” he spits, frustration boiling over as he raises his voice.

You’re frozen in place, feet glued to the floor. He’s never raised his voice at you. He’s never talked at you before. Your tears pause, body going into shock at his reaction. He’s gone. The Din you fell in love with is gone, floating around in the stardust somewhere in one of the many galaxies you two have traveled through.

“Cyar’ika, I-,” you hold a hand up to him. “No. It’s fine,” you whisper as you walk past him. “Cyar’ika, I’m sorry, that’s not what I-,” You turn around to look at him. “It’s okay, Din. Really,” you whisper, stepping into the tiny chamber that contains your cot, shutting the door. You’ve never shut the door before, but you need to get away from him somehow as you’re confined to this small ship.

Tears drip from your eyes until there are no more, unable to cry anymore. You know what you have to do when you reach Nevarro. With nowhere else to go, you curl into a ball and desperately try to sleep. You drift off, grateful for the painful headache which forces you into sleep.

A knock on the door wakes you from your slumber. “Cyar’ika, we’re landing,” Din says, modulated voice muffled from the outside the door. You wait until you hear his footsteps climb up the ladder and into the cockpit. Opening the door, you grab your single bag and quickly pack what little belongings you have on the ship and hide it under the blanket on the cot.

You hurriedly climb up into the cockpit and situate yourself in the passenger seat, acting as if last night didn’t happen. Painful silence clings to the air. The ship descends and the two of you sit in silence in the process. As soon as the ship lands, you swiftly unbuckle your seatbelt and scurry down the ladder, desperate to get off this ship.

Din follows suit and opens the door, waiting for the ramp to descend. He goes to the cargo hold of the ship. While his back is turned, you grab your bag from under the blanket and hurry out the door and onto land.

Making your way to the cantina, you search for Greef Karga. Spotting him, you wave him down. He greets you with a smile. “Ah! Mando’s girl! How have you been? Where is Mando?” He kindly asks, oblivious to your hastiness. “Uh, he’s still on the ship. Unloading the quarry. Do you think you could help me with something?” He grows concerned at your question. “I’ll do my best. Is everything alright, young lady? Are you hurt?”

You wave him off. “No, no. I’m fine. I just, um. I just need a place to stay while Mando continues working,” you explain. Karga raises a brow at your statement. “He’s not… hurting you is he?” Your eyes pop out of your head at the accusation. “Stars, no! He would never do that! I just need some space to myself rather than stay confined to the ship.” “Okay, okay. I just wanted to be sure. We can arrange something, perhaps you can bunk with Cara. In the meanwhile, I have a spare room you can use as we figure something out.” You smile, relieved that you get to stay here.

“Thank you. Thank you so so much, Karga,” you say, shaking his hand. “Does Mando know you’ll be staying here?” You avoid the question, letting go of his hand. “Are you leaving Mando?” You swallow the lump in your throat. “I can’t do it anymore, Karga. I’m so lonely. It’s for the best,” you whisper, not wanting to air out all the details of your relationship. He frowns, “If you’re lonely, imagine how lonely Mando will be after you leave,” he says. “Please don’t. Don’t do that. I have to choose myself. I’ll choose me first if no one else will,” you say through your crackling voice. Karga just sympathetically nods.

He takes out a ring of keys and removes one, placing it in your hand. “The key to my house. You know which one it is, right?” He asks. You furiously nod. “Go ahead and let yourself in. Don’t forget to lock it after. Take your time,” he says. “Thank you,” you sigh as you firmly shake his hand one more time.

You exit the cantina, heading in the direction of Karga’s house. “Cyar’ika!” You stop walking, whipping your head around at the sound of his modulated voice. Din is running up to you, weapons clanging against his worn armor.

“Where did you go? You rushed off the ship so fast, I couldn’t ask where you went. I was worried,” he huffs. “I came to see Karga,” you say flatly. “For what?” Confusion lacing his voice. “I needed help with something.” “Something I couldn’t help you with?” “Yes, actually,” you explain. “Cyar’ika, what did you need that I couldn’t have helped you with?”

You glance away, unable to bear the sight of him despite his face being covered. Biting back tears, the words begin to form on your lips. “I’m staying here, Din,” you whisper, careful not to say his name too loudly.

“What? Cyar’ika, wait,” Din says. “I’m staying here, Din. There’s nothing that could change my mind. I’m so sorry, my love,” you tell him quietly. “No, no, cyar’ika. Don’t do this,” he pleads, scrambling to grab your hands. “I have to Din,” you quietly rasp through your tears. “No you don’t. Please, cyar’ika. Don’t leave me, I need you,” his voice trembles from behind the helmet. “And I need you too, Din, but until you get what you want out of the Guild, I’ll never have you.” You shake your hands out of his.

“Cyar’ika, please stay. I’ll do whatever you need me to do. I’ll change for you. Whatever it is. Don’t leave me please,” he begs, tears evident in his voice as he collapses to his knees and hugging your middle. A sob wracks your body as you look up to the dreary sky, searching for strength.

“I know you won’t decrease the amount of quarries you take. You’re too stubborn, and that’s part of why I love you. I never want to change you. I love you the way you are, even though we have our differences now. Din, we’ve simply outgrown each other’s needs. My place is no longer with you, at least for now it’s not,” you explain, shaking in the process.

“Your place will always be with me, cyar’ika. I love you, mesh’la,” Din sobs. “And I love you too, Din. I always will. But I need to let you go, let you finish what you need to do. I’ll be here on Nevarro so I’ll see you around whenever you drop by. My love for you will never fade. Who knows? Maybe one day, you’ll come back to me,” you choke. He embraces you even tighter, afraid you might disappear.

“This is the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do, my love. I’m so sorry,” you whisper as you lean down to press a kiss to his helmet. You struggle to unwrap yourself from his grasp. His hands fall to his sides as he looks up at you. “I love you,” you whisper before running off.

Din kneels there for what feels like eternity. “Mando?” Karga’s voice pulls him out of his trance, causing him to rise to his knees. “You knew,” Din says. “I only found out today,” Karga says, clapping a hand on Din’s armor. He shakes it off as if he’d been shot. “Doesn’t matter. I don’t work with traitors,” Din huffs. “I’d be careful of the next words you choose if I were you,” Karga threatens. Din grumbles under his breath.

“Come on. Let’s go talk about that special bounty. Don’t let her departure be for nothing,” he says, holding a hand out to Din. Begrudgingly shaking it, the two men walk off to the cantina to discuss the quarry at hand.

Back on the ship, Din inputs the coordinates for the most-wanted quarry in all the galaxies. His heart shattered into dust, chest feeling hollow in your absence. The ship roars to life as it ascends, Din navigating through the galaxies. Once on track to Arvala-7 and at a steady pace, Din puts the Razor Crest into hyperspace.

He descends the ladder. He’s never felt so empty before. Not since before he met you. Removing his helmet, he trudges into the refresher splashing ice cold water on his face. Stepping back into the ship, he rounds the corner and plops himself onto the cot. A deep sigh rumbles from deep within his soul. He attempts to get comfortable until he feels something hard underneath the pillow. Lifting his head, he reaches under the pillow and feels around for whatever is poking him. Grasping a hold of something, he yanks it from underneath.

His heart stops and his ears ring, deep silence pierces the ship. It’s a note with something enfolded inside. “My love” the front of the note reads. He opens it, a gasp shuddering from his lips. It’s the bracelet he gifted to you after capturing his very first quarry on your first hunt together, the one you wore daily since then. The two of you, younger and more spry. So in love, you looked like a pair of fools. He unfolds the note.

“I love you, Din. I always will. Please don’t ever forget that. This bracelet is a reminder of the moment I knew I loved you. The day we said it aloud. I love you forever. -Your cyar’ika.” He can’t contain the sob that rattles in his soul. Call him selfish, but he hopes he can come back to you one day - hopes he can make you his forever. He lost you once, he won’t lose you twice. Clutching the bracelet, he recalls the sweet memory.

“Cyar’ika?” Din called out to you, your sweet humming rings through the ship and out into the open air, penetrating the barren planet. You insisted on keeping the ramp open, the scorching heat of the planet you stayed on growing overwhelming in the sealed ship.

“In here, my love!” You call out to him from within the Razor Crest. Grunting catches your attention, making you drop the ration pack you were just about to open. Din lugs a quarry up the ramp and into the cargo hold, freezing it in carbonite.

A smile plasters your face as you praise him. “Your first quarry! I’m so proud of you, my love!” You cheer, applauding him. His modulated laugh is like music to your ears. “Thank you, mesh’la,” he says, wiping his gloves on his flight-suit before walking over to you.

He wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you flushed against his rusted armor. “I couldn’t have done it without you, my cyar’ika,” he says huskily in your ear. Your smile grows even wider. “I’ll always be here to cheer you on, my love,” you say, toothy smile adorning your face. He brushes a gloved hand against your cheek.

“Close your eyes,” he whispers. You quickly do so, excitedly puckering your lips for what typically comes next. You feel him shift around a bit, fiddling with his sides, making your brows and nose scrunch in confusion. “Open them, cyar’ika.”

You crack them open, confused as to why he didn’t kiss you until you see what he’s holding in his hand. A silver bracelet, a small single charm dangling from it. You gasp as you realize what the charm symbolizes, tears welling in your eyes. It’s Din’s signet - a mudhorn. “Where did you get this? How did you get this? This must’ve cost a fortune, Din,” you whisper through your tears as you gently caress the bracelet in your hand.

“I’ve had it for a while, cyar’ika. And don’t worry about the cost, I’d buy you every galaxy if I could. It’s what you deserve,” he tells you. “What did I ever do to deserve this, my love?” He caresses your cheek once more. “You put up with me.” Your lips pull into a frown. “I don’t put up with you, Din. I love you.” The words leave you before you realize you’re saying them.

Stunned silence punches the air. “Close your eyes,” Din says. “I-,” He cuts you off. “Close your eyes, cyar’ika,” he says more firmly. You do as he asks. The hissing of his helmet rings in your ears. Suddenly, you feel a familiar pressure on your lips, the one you’d waited for earlier.

Din crashes his lips onto yours, capturing them in a hungry, ferocious kiss. You gasp as this one feels different than the rest. His tongue slips inside your mouth, moaning into him. Your knees buckle, but Din catches you before you can fall. You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him in closer, desperate to be consumed by him. His large, thick gloved hands roam your back, sending chills up your spine.

You pull back, chest heaving as you gasp for air as you keep your eyes closed. He presses his warm, sweaty forehead against yours. “I love you too,” he whispers. You can hear the smile in his voice, giggling at his words.

“Say it again,” you ask. “I love you,” he says, pressing a peck to your cheek. “Again,” you giggle. “I love you,” pecking your other cheek. “Again.” “I love you,” pecking your nose. “Again,” you laugh louder this time. He muffles it with a firm kiss to your lips.

“I love you, cyar’ika,” he says, pulling away and scooping you up, spinning you around in his arms. You squeal with laughter as you throw your head back, holding onto his head and eyes remaining closed. He laughs with you before setting you down.

“I love you, Din Djarin. Forever, my love,” you sigh. “Forever, my cyar’ika.”

this was my first time writing angst with no happy ending and omg, as a hopeless romantic, it hurt! 😭 but i did enjoy writing this! i’m super proud of it 🥹

i do have a happy din djarin one shot in the works, i promise! it’s a slow burn full of fluff and mutual pining 🤭

should i write a part 2 for these two? perhaps a reunion and they live happily ever after… or another sad ending? 🫣 wondering how Cyar’ika would react when she sees Din has adopted a son… hmmm… 💭

thanks for reading! 🫶🏼

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did we ever get the wedding/honeymoon for daddy whiskey? if not can I request for that please, and of course gotta add some cute white lingerie for the new bride too

I have not given you Daddy and Babycakes' wedding and honeymoon yet! But here it is now!! And the fact that you asked for it makes me want to cry from happiness 😭🥹♥️

Life is Better

Agent Daddy Whiskey x Female Reader

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Word Count: 9.4k

Warnings: 18+ (minors DNI)

Alcohol consumption, established relationship, brief mention of having kids, descriptions of a wedding/marriage/honeymoon, dirty talk, praise kink, daddy kink (that’s my daddyyy), spit kink, spanking, vaginal fingering, oral sex (m and f receiving), unprotected vaginal sex, cumplay

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A/N: I'm sorry for not posting this sooner babies! Still getting over this cold :( but it’s only one day and hey, who’s counting? (Me me definitely me I’m counting 😅🥲)

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When days aren’t easy for him, for whatever reason, he knows coming home to you will make it better. Today had been a hard day for him, mainly because of a case he’d been given. It required him to work at HQ during the week, which was in New York and away from you. Not only that, but he was working overtime on top of it all, and the workload was draining him. His body was tired and sore, and all he wants to do is come home, take a hot shower, and cuddle up in bed with you.

“Honey?” He calls, his voice noticeably strained.

The harsh sound of keys clanging in a metal bowl echoes throughout your shared home, his tired sigh following shortly thereafter. When he doesn’t hear your response, he frowns, stepping forward to look around once his boots are off.

“Babycakes?” He shouts a little louder, turning down the hallway to the bedrooms. You’re not in any of them, and you’re not in the bathrooms, either.

Coming into the living room, he takes a seat on the couch, groaning. He was looking forward to seeing you. But then, your sweet voice floats through his frustrated head, this morning’s words returning from his memory. I’ll be home late today, baby.

If you were here, you’d probably coddle him. Honestly, it’s what he needs. He’s a big enough man to admit that. More often than not, Jack wore the pants in your relationship, and you were absolutely fine with that. But there were definitely days where he wanted to be kissed and caressed, times where he wanted to be held and tended to. Today, he needed you. But he’ll have to take care of himself.

He’s a grown man, he can do that, but it isn’t easy when he’s feeling down. But he goes through his routine like it’s nothing, something he consistently relies on. Walking into the master bedroom, he begins to undress, readying himself for a shower. Normally, he wouldn’t take one this early in the day, he usually did so before bed. But with the strain from his job now making his muscles ache, he figures the hot water will do him some good. Afterwards, he’ll find some comfy clothes to slide into, comb his hair and re-apply some deodorant. Maybe even make a snack. But for now, he’ll focus on the first step, getting undressed.

While removing his outer jacket, he reminds himself that it’ll only be a single afternoon spent without you, that he’ll be in your arms soon enough. If he distracts himself, it’ll feel like minutes instead of hours. There has to be something new on TV, a new novel he can download on his iPad, something. But just as his mind truly begins to wander, his fingers slide across something that pulls him away from his rambling thoughts.

Looking down, the pad of his first digit slides over the thin metal of his ring, the one on his left hand. And he smiles, the first sense of relief he’s felt since the beginning of his day. He remembers when you’d put it on him, the words you said right before you did it, the way you looked, the day that it happened.

It was springtime, the two of you tying the knot earlier this year. The day was sunny, no wind with the sky full of puffy, white clouds - perfect for an outdoor wedding. It might come as a surprise, but the event was small, much smaller than you yourself had expected given Jack’s outgoing nature. He had many friends, and loved his family. But when it came down to it, the only people he wanted there were the ones that mattered, the ones that contributed to your relationship.

In all honesty, he completely expected the wave of emotion that consumed him once he saw you at the end of that aisle. Since the night you met, you’ve been his heart and soul. Tears welled in his eyes the moment you stepped before him, and he found it incredibly difficult to not just run down the aisle and sweep you off your feet right then and there. You’re his, and he finally had the chance to make it permanent.

While your hair and makeup took more than an hour, you couldn’t stop the tears that spilled over the edges of your lash line. But at this point, you didn’t even care. Seeing Jack standing at the altar made you realize that he truly is your future. All the time put into the wedding venue and its decorations, it seemed pointless in that moment. Because you weren’t looking at the people who attended or the color schemes you chose, you were looking at him.

The pastor had explained the concept of marriage to the two of you as you stood there before one another, you still holding your hand-picked bouquet.

“Marriage is the clasping of hands, the blending of two hearts, the union of two lives into one.” It made your heart pound, hearing these words. “And your marriage must stand, not by the authority of the State, nor by the seal on your wedding certificate, but by the strength and power of the faith and love you have in one another.” And you know it will, you both do.

Looking into Jack’s eyes, you take a breath, steadying your emotions. You’d waited for this day to come practically since you met this man. He’d charmed you that very first night, swept you off your feet and honestly, neither of you looked back after that.

Once instructed to do so, you turn, giving your bouquet to your maid of honor. Moving to face your love once again, his hands are already out, waiting for your acceptance. And with a heart full of devotion and love, you do, placing your hands in his palms.

Jack’s vows were first, his chest tightening with emotion to the point of him needing to take a breath. Lovingly, you squeeze his hands, his eyes returning to your own. You ground him.

“I vow,” He begins, holding onto your hands with a secure grasp. “To protect you from everything bad in this world.” Immediately, you know what he means, what he’s referring to. “My passion and adoration for you can’t be expressed in words, baby. I just want you to know that I love you, more than myself, more than anything in this world. And every day that I’m by your side, I will provide for you, I will keep you happy and safe, honey. I’ll always care for you, I’ll always put our relationship first.”

Smiling, you do your best to contain your own emotions, having already cried today.

“You make me a better man than I ever thought I could be.” He tells you wholeheartedly, “For the rest of our lives, no matter what may come, I will always be here with you, sweetheart. I’ll be here to support you, to keep you warm and happy. I’ll never leave your side.”

Gently, he lifts your hands, glancing down at them. Inhaling deeply, he continues, finishing the lines he’s memorized. “In life and death,” He promises quietly, “You are mine.” And then, he kisses your hands softly, gazing into your eyes as he lowers them.

The muscles in your cheeks hurt from smiling so adoringly at your soon-to-be. Everything he just promised you is more than you could have hoped for or expected. Truly, Jack is everything to you. And after taking a moment to collect yourself, you recite your own vows, too.

“Baby, you’ve given me a life I never knew I could have. Your love, your generosity, your devotion, it’s more than I could possibly ask for. But you give it all to me without a second thought, and I vow to return your sentiment, in every way that I can, for every day that you call me yours.”

Honestly, Jack never knew he could love you more than he already does. But with each word that leaves your lips, he finds his adoration expanding, his passion burning brighter than it ever has before.

“I promise, from this day forward, you’ll never have to face the world alone, baby.” With your voice wavering slightly, you swallow, inhaling a small breath. “I’ll be here to hold you when you need it, and support you when you don’t. I promise to uplift you every single day, reminding you of the wonderful man that I know you are.” And it’s true, he’s the best person you’ve ever known.

“I cherish you, my true love. You’re everything I could ever want in a partner, in my best friend. I am forever thankful to have you, and beyond proud to call you my husband.”

Those deep, warm, kind brown eyes, never leave your own. He’s smiling too, a close-lipped grin that’s so bright his dimple is showing. And when you recite your final words, his hands tighten around yours, holding you as if he’ll never let you go.

“Today, and every day, I choose you.”

The way he kissed you after you’d offered your rings took your breath away. With his dominant hand finding the side of your face, his other secured itself to your hip, bringing you in. Both of your own palms held his jaw, pulling him to you with just as much enthusiasm.

“Jack,” It was a short giggle, pressing your forehead to his in the midst of his incessant kisses.

“I love you.” He expresses, smiling before leaning in again to kiss you.

“Baby,” Comes your happy sigh, accepting his plush lips. “I love you, too.”

Back in your shared home, Jack sits on the sofa, sighing. Lord, he misses you. He hasn’t seen you all week, not in person, at least. When you talked this morning, it had been over FaceTime. And damn, was he missing your pretty face.

He decided to make himself a snack, grabbing some fruit you’d cut up a few days prior. Taking a seat on the sofa, he glances around, admiring the space. It used to be his, his and his alone. And things were fine like that. But that was before you came along and made it something great.

Kicking his feet up on the coffee table, he glances down when his heel knocks against something. A few special books were always stacked up on this table, the one on top being the most important of them all. Your wedding photo album. Immediately, he leans forward, grabbing it in hand. Something shot through him when he saw it, when he saw you, especially in that dress again. Flipping it open, his heart is struck with a love like nothing else he’s ever experienced. Thumb rubbing over the simple band of his ring, he grins, eyes scanning the pages.

You looked ethereal in your gown, the pictures of the two of you at the altar truly taking his breath away. He’ll never get tired of seeing these memories. As he continues scrolling, he comes across the photos from the reception, of all your family and friends, the decorations you chose and the food you ate. It was extravagant, something he’ll never forget…

Now this, this was more up to Jack’s speed. Instead of a few people, your reception held hundreds. The wedding had been held outdoors, what with the beautiful weather and all. The venue you’d chosen was a fairly refined winery, with the reception taking place in a rather lively and modern barn. And boy, how lively it was.

Jack hadn’t seen you the entire day, the two of you holding the tradition of him not admiring you in your bridal gown before approaching the aisle. And now that you were back by his side, he wasn’t planning on letting you out of his sight anytime soon.

“C’mere, sugar.” He says, pulling you into his side.

Happily, you moved where he tugged, meeting his lips once again. “Baby,” Putting a hand on his chest, you sighed. “Can’t you wait until our honeymoon?” You were teasing, he knew.

“Oh honey,” Comes that deep southern drawl, “You bet I can’t wait ‘till our honeymoon.”

Your entrance was lavish, your friends and family cheering and clapping while the two of you walked into the reception. And when he dipped you only moments ago, you smiled, once again being swept off your feet by him.

But your first dance, that was truly the main event of your reception. He’d held you so closely, so warmly, that it made you fall in love with him all over again. The two of you had gone to a few dance lessons, but it was mainly for you, not him. And with him leading the dance, it went quite smoothly. And the way it made you feel… to have him fully, completely, and utterly tied to you for the rest of eternity, it was a sensation you’ll never be able to describe.

The first time you were able to enjoy the details of your wedding was when you’d sat down with Jack at your sweetheart table. You opted for this instead of a head table for your wedding party, letting them each sit with their own dates and families. And from this view, you can see everything, all of the decorations and lighting choices, the flowers you chose and the entreés you favored. The beige and sage green coloring looks brilliant inside this spacious setting, the emerald hue to your bridesmaids’ dresses matching nicely. It was gorgeous, astounding, everything you dreamed it could be. Truthfully, it was the best night of your life. And it all happened because of Jack, he’s the one that made this possible.

One of your favorite parts about this night was when the two of you cut the cake. After eating the extravagant dinner you'd both picked out, you walked over to the center of the room. The dinner though, was an excellent addition to an already excellent night.

A mixed fruit salad with an infused raspberry vinaigrette started the sit-down meal, served alongside bruschetta with each table having their own charcuterie board. The main course consisted of either seared steak or herb roasted chicken, alongside grilled asparagus and a spring arugula salad. And lastly, of course, was dessert. On top of being offered slices from your cake, your guests had the options of assorted cheesecake, fruit tarts, mini pies, as well as a fruit table with a chocolate fountain at its center. Throughout the entire night, champagne was served alongside an open bar once your first dance had ended.

When you finally got around to cutting your cake, Jack was an absolute gentleman while doing it. He held the knife with you, slicing it gently and feeding you a small piece of it. He didn’t want to be playful and get any on your face, he knew how long it took you to get ready today. And you did the same for him, but he accepted this slice of dessert a little differently than you. Briefly, before you pulled your hand away, he grabbed your wrist, bringing it back to him. Noticing the small amount of frosting on your finger, he wrapped his lips around it, quickly sucking it off while giving you a small wink. How was he so handsome? How is he so goddamn charming? And how on God’s green earth did you get lucky enough to call him your husband?

After that, Jack couldn’t stand it. He needed to have a moment alone with you. And somehow, even when you were the center of attention, Jack managed to pull you aside. Bringing you down the short hall to the bathrooms, he corralled you into one, locking the door behind him.

“Really?” You ask, offering an amused grin while you tease him.

“Really.” He immediately returns, voice deep in his throat as he kisses along your own.

His hands roam your waistline, sliding down to your hips and squeezing firmly. Your dress is tight, mermaid in style with long sleeves and a plunging neckline. You wanted it to remain elegant while still showing off your curves, and you’d say you succeeded in that.

Groaning, he smirks, running his lips over you. “You got me in some kinda trance, woman.” Grabbing a fistful of your ass, he pulls you even closer to him.

“Baby,” Gasping quietly, your hands slide up to his shoulders, holding onto him.

“Baby, huh?” He asks, biting into your skin both gently and briefly. He won’t leave a mark, not until tonight. “What? Now that I’m your husband I’m no longer daddy?”

“Jack,” At this, he lifts his head, looking into your eyes. “You’ll always be my daddy.”

And just like that, his gorgeous grin returns, diving in to mouth at your lips.

“I fuckin’ love you, babycakes.” While releasing a satisfied sigh, the hand on your ass slides down to the back of your knee, lifting your leg and wrapping it around his waist. “I can’t wait to take you tonight; make love to my wife.”

“Daddy, I love you.” It can’t be said enough, not on this night. “I love you.”

Smiling to himself, Jack remembers when he had pulled you aside after cutting the cake. Jesus, you looked so good that night. You were perfect to him, you always are. He remembers how he looked at you, how he spoke to you and cared for you. It hasn’t changed. No matter the distance, your love for each other has never wavered.

Distance. All week, he’d been hundreds of miles away from you. And he was so close to you now. You’re only a few miles away at work, he wishes you’d just come home. Jack loved to travel, but if it wasn’t by your side, then what was the point? He had so many journeys before you met, but only the best ones came after you entered his life. In fact, he had so many new experiences with you that night, ones he never thought he’d get the opportunity to have. The destination of your honeymoon had originally been your idea, and it didn’t take much convincing on his end. In fact, he was more eager to get there than you were…

“You want another one, sugar?” All night, Jack has been doting on you. Escorting you to the bar, to the bathroom, retrieving refills of your drinks and taking you in hand to dance to every other song with you. He was having the time of his life, and you absolutely adored him like this.

“Sure, baby. Thank you.”

Grabbing your hand, he smirks, kissing the top of it. “I’ll be right back.”

While watching him walk away with your empty drink, you grin, a dreamy sigh slipping past your lips. Jack looks amazing in his tux, handsome and honestly stunning, in every sense of the word. Everyone always focuses on the bride and her dress, and while you’ve received many compliments tonight, you don’t think nearly enough have been aimed at him. His hair is styled perfectly, his skin smooth and bright. He smells incredible, too, his normal mix of fresh cedarwood. And his tuxedo fits perfectly, having been tailored to fit him exactly. Even after your multiple years together, he was still so fit; so tall and so strong. He didn’t have to promise to keep you safe, you know you’ll always be safe with him.

“Here you go, honey.” He says, returning with your drink and setting it before you. “You doin’ okay?”

And then he looks at your pretty face, finally realizing your loving stare. Smirking, he furrows his brows, “What?”

“I’m doing so good, baby.” Your voice is smooth and light, happy. So beyond happy.

Leaning down, Jack takes his seat beside you, looping his arm around your shoulder and pulling you in. With his hand on your cheek, he brings you in for a kiss, but when he’s done, he still keeps you close.

“You know,” He whispers, fingers sliding down to tenderly stroke your chin. “I’ve been thinkin’ about us headin’ out for the night.”

“Really?” Genuinely shocked, you grin. “I thought I’d be the one to give in.”

Before today, the two of you discussed how you’d leave the reception. Say goodbye to each and every one of your guests, or… sneak out without being seen? It was a family tradition on both your sides. In fact, if you were able to leave without being noticed by your guests, it was supposed to be a sign of good fortune for your marriage. Plus, how fun would it be to be a little sneaky?

“Yeah…” Warm brown eyes scan your face, that enticing smirk never leaving. “I’m havin’ a hard time keeping my hands off of you.”

All you can do is smile; you’re absolutely smitten.

“You look absolutely stunning, sweetheart.” When he says it, he sighs dramatically, eyes roaming the beauty that is you. “The prettiest thing I have ever seen.” The exact words he said to you on the first night you met.

“Thank you, daddy.” It’s whispered, meant for only the two of you to hear.

“C’mon,” Jack’s leaning in now, his face still only an inch away from your own. “Let’s go, babycakes.”

Ever the planner, Jack had made sure the limo stayed near the back exit of the establishment. You made your grand escape just as a song began, drawing everyone to the dancefloor and away from you. At this point in the night, it was nearly midnight, and while that may seem too early to leave your own party, you still had a flight to catch. You’d entertained the thought of flying to your destination the next day instead of early in the morning, giving yourselves time to rest after the wedding. But neither of you wanted to wait.

With Jack’s hand on your lower back, he uses the other to open the door for you. Grinning wildly, you lean down into the limo, your husband’s hand falling lower to give you a gentle tap. Making sure the coast is clear, he takes one last look around.

“Come on!” You hiss, laughing when he finally ducks his head in. “Did anybody see?”

That pearly grin washes over his face when he shakes his head. “Nope.” Grunting slightly, he situates himself beside you, sighing. “Looks like we got lucky.”

“Maybe we were meant to be together after all.” You joke, smiling.

Frowning playfully, he leans in, hand on your face once again. “Baby, you were made for me.” Without his prompting, you lean in to kiss him, cutting it short when you hear the driver climb in behind the wheel. Quietly, Jack finishes his sentiment with, “And don’t you ever forget it.”

This part of the night was incredibly busy. Once you’d arrived home, you had to change and get your luggage as quickly as possible. You both agreed on packing your wedding attire and bringing it with you on your private vacation, wanting to undress the other of it on your first marital night. And you thought that was a sweet idea. Honestly, it made you even more excited for it.

Knowing how long the flight was, you both dressed yourselves in comfortable clothing, sweatpants and long-sleeved tees. You’d be seated for about ten hours, give or take, and then you had an hour car ride to your private lodge. So to say it was a lengthy day of traveling was putting it lightly. But Jack made it easy for you, carrying everything he could and keeping track of your itinerary. Even when you got a little crabby, Jack still treated you like his sweet baby.

“You want some?” He asks, offering the bottle to you.

“Jack, I already told you I don’t want juice right now.”

“But that was when I had orange juice.” He replies, pouting. This time, he went and got grape. You’d told him you were thirsty, so why wouldn’t he go get something for you to drink?

“Do you want me to get you some water?” Turning, he points further behind the two of you at a small shop.

“I don’t want to inconvenience you.” Grumbling, you rub your head, your temples throbbing from lack of sleep.

“It inconveniences me when you’re like this.” He mumbles not-so-quietly under his breath.

Turning your head to the side, you stare at him, releasing a heavy breath. Jack eyes you briefly from his peripheral while taking a sip of the grape juice he’d just bought, quickly looking away.

Sighing in defeat, you slump back in your chair, closing your eyes. “I’m sorry, babe. I’m just tired.”

“Nah,” He shakes his head, leaning back and looping an arm around your shoulders. “It’s alright, babycakes. I know you’re tired.”

Kissing your temple, he mumbles against your skin, “I’ll get you some water, baby doll. It’s never an inconvenience.”

And on the plane, he was just as wonderful. He let you have the window seat, him sitting beside the aisle. It was first class, of course, Jack Daniels would have nothing less.

“Mr. Daniels?” A stewardess came by once you were seated, offering the two of you a drink menu. It was late by the time you were in the sky, but they wanted to offer you something before the cabin lights went out.

Smiling, Jack takes a menu, glancing down at it. You intend to lean over and take a look yourself, but then the woman speaks again.

“Mrs. Daniels?”

Eyes going wide, you look up at her, and then to Jack. And he’s looking right back at you. Smirking wildly, he repeats her words to you. “Mrs. Daniels?”

Smiling shyly, a bashful heat washes over your face. This is the first time either one of you have heard someone say your new last name. Pride swells inside Jack’s chest, watching you reach across him to take the small menu from her hands.

“Thank you.” Nodding slightly, you keep your grin, settling back into your chair with a sense of gratification. Truly, this is such an accomplishment. Finding the person you love more than anything else and getting the opportunity to build a life with them. Looking over at him again, you softly place your palm over his hand. How did you get lucky enough to call him your husband?

Reliving these memories isn’t half as nice as it’d be if you were here. The two of you have looked over this photo album many times throughout your first year of marriage, pouring glasses of wine and lighting a fire, making a night of it. It’s the first time he’s looked at it while alone, and he thinks he’ll offer to do it together when you get home. It always makes you happy, how could it not? And it’s doing wonders to lift his own spirit right now.

Flipping through the pages, he stumbles across a new section, the one beginning your honeymoon. Neither of you had ever been to Switzerland before, and your romantic vacation had a beautiful blend of both sight-seeing and relaxing. Pictures of the two of you skiing, the two of you enjoying a night in the lodge’s hot tub, surrounded by a real-life winter wonderland. The cabin was so gorgeous, absolutely perfect for a two-person stay. Your honeymoon lasted two weeks, but neither of you ever wanted to leave.

But just as he’s become lost in the memories of the snowy land you decided to vacation in, a picture falls from between the pages. Frowning, he looks down, picking it up from his lap. It had been taken on a polaroid camera, and as soon as he realizes it, he knows what this is. Smirking, he turns it around, witnessing your intricate lace lingerie spread out across a messy bed…

By the time you’d arrived at your private lodge, it was seven o’clock at night - a little past noon Kentucky-time. Napping on the plane gave you both a leg up when it came to finishing the day’s travels, so when you finally stepped foot inside the luxurious cabin, the two of you were ready to start the night.

“You need any help, honey?” Jack asks, watching you begin to put your things away.

“I think I’m okay, baby.” Smiling, you turn around, walking over to him. “You know, I have a little surprise for you.”

Hands sliding up his shoulders, they land on the back of his neck, pulling him in. Easily, Jack follows your lead, his own hands running up your back.

“Really?”

“Mhm,” Nodding, you lean up, kissing the tip of his nose. “I think you’ll like it.”

“Well,” He sighs, that famous grin returning. “I could say the same thing.”

Raising an eyebrow, you offer him an intrigued expression. But he doesn’t give you any hints. “Why don’t you go freshen up in the bathroom, babycakes? Put your weddin’ dress back on for me, too.”

Leaning in, he sighs, kissing the shell of your ear before whispering, “I wanna be the one to take it off you.”

Jack’s words send a spark right through your very being. The way he handled you sexually made you see stars, and you’re sure tonight won’t be an exception.

Doing as he says, you turn, but not before giving him a quick kiss. While humming giddily, you stride into the ensuite, but just as you begin shutting the door, Jack shouts to you, “When you’re ready, darlin’, come into the living room.”

One might think that from the way Jack presents himself, he’s cool, calm, confident, and collected. And while that is the case most of the time, when it came to you… he was different. At least on the inside. While he set up the living room, waves of anxiety continuously crashed into him. This is your first true wedding night together, why is he so nervous? You love him, you love him entirely; there’s nothing he should be worrying about. But since your very first date, worry has been plaguing his mind. Only when he did things such as this, though, only when he made grand surprises for you. Are there enough candles? Too many candles? Is the lighting right? Did I set the mood? Will she like it? Is it to her taste?

If only he knew how impressed you were by him. Since day one, Jack Daniels has been the man of your dreams.

“Do you like it, honey?” Turning around, nervous eyes meet your own, his hands clasped together with fidgeting fingers.

Breathless, you both stop in your tracks, staring at the other. You in your gown, and him in his tux. It feels like a dream all over again. And now, it’s just the two of you.

Before you get the opportunity to answer him, he speaks again, entirely enamored by the sight of you. “Sweetheart,” Stepping forward, his hands find either side of your arms, sliding up until he’s holding your face. His eyes, roaming your figure, his heart, beating out of his chest. “You magnificent thing…”

“Jack,” You breathe out his name with a wide grin, tears welling in your eyes once again. “You… did this for me?”

“Of course I did, baby.” Finally, he brings you in, mouth finding your lips for a quick kiss. “‘Course I did."

Now that you don’t have your makeup on, he feels free to kiss your beautiful face, lips pressing to your chin, your cheek and jawline, before making their way to your neck. Now, he does bite you, now, he does leave a mark, sucking and mouthing at your delicate skin. And while he’s busying himself, you take this opportunity to scan the room, eyeing what he’s set up for you.

This part of the lodge is made almost entirely of glass, windows covering every wall and even the ceiling. It’s so you can see the Northern Lights, once it’s time. On the main wall sits a grand fireplace, already lit with yellow flames burning, their glow dancing across the glass walls. Along the mantle sit candles of numerous shapes and sizes, all with their own miniature fires burning. And on the ground lay multiple blankets, maroon velvet with white pillows scattered along their edge. And finally, flowers, the same as your bouquet, placed in a vase on the coffee table.

“Is it too much, my sweet thing?” He asks, sounding desperate already.

Jack’s dominant hand slides down to your hip, his other rising to the back of your neck. He’s kissing you incessantly, the hairs above his lip tickling your skin.

“Baby,” Turning to face him, your movement forces him away from your neck. “It’s everything.” Looking into his eyes, you smile, hands rising to hold his face. “You’re everything to me.”

At this, Jack nearly drops to his knees. His mouth is on your neck again, hands finding the back zipper of your dress. Simultaneously, he lowers himself while sliding it down, kissing along your midsection. Speechless, you watch as he reveals your body, freeing your arms of the sleeves, your torso of the gown, your legs from its hem. And once on his knees, the dress pools at your feet. It happens when he’s kissing your stomach, his realization. Grinning, he places both hands on your hips, looking up at you from his knees.

“For me?”

Nodding, you reach forward, fingers combing through his gorgeous hair. “Yes, daddy.”

It’s white of course, signifying you as Jack’s new bride. And when you tell him that yes, daddy, this is for you, this is all for you, he dives in. Kissing along your stomach, he sighs out a breath, hands sliding down your thighs and squeezing them. And he’s still in his tux, no longer concerned with wrinkling it.

Gently, Jack lifts your feet, allowing you to step out of the gown pooled at your feet. He’s placing sloppy kisses up your calves, your thighs, mouth coming to your hip with his teeth nipping at the lace.

“Daddy,” Calling softly for your attention, he stops what he’s doing to look up at you. Caressing his hair softly, you request, “Will you lay down for me?”

Jack had intended to take the reins, to make you feel small and pretty, make you feel coddled and cared for, to make you cum until you couldn’t think. But it looks like you have something else planned, and he wants to see where this leads.

“Will you lay down on the blankets for me?” You repeat sweetly, looking into those warm, loving eyes. He nods.

“Sure, sweetie.” It’s a small grin that he gives, one of gentle surprise.

While he moves back, you lean down, picking up your dress. Carefully, you lay it over one of the chairs in the corner of the room, wanting to preserve it in all its beauty. And then, you turn, making your way over to him. Now, he’s able to see you fully, eyeing the delicate lace wrapped around your curvaceous body. It looks stunning on you, the dainty and feminine fabric.

“Honey,” Swallowing, he watches you kneel before him, settling between his legs. “You look so fucking sexy in that.”

“Yeah?” Slowly, you slide your hands up his thighs, fingers resting on his belt when they get there.

“Fuck yes.” He replies firmly, nodding. Lowering his head, he licks his lower lip while watching you begin to undress him.

He assumes you’ll start at his belt, but this time, you go to his shirt. Unbuttoning each little detail before sliding out his outer jacket, the dress shirt beneath soon following. Your husband watches with admiration as you fold the pieces delicately, placing them on the couch nearby. And when you return to him, you’re kissing his skin. Your lips make their way down his tanned chest, the tightness of his ribs and the softening curve of his stomach. You’re worshiping him, just like he worships you.

“Daddy?”

“Hm?” Licking his lips, his eyes find your own, worry swirling in them. “What is it, angel?”

“Can I put you in my mouth?” Lowering yourself, you hold his gaze, rubbing your cheek over his still-covered crotch.

“Oh, angel.” Comes that deep, dramatic, southern sigh. “Of course you can. Of course you can.”

It always makes him crumble, any little narration. With his blessing, you take off his belt, undoing the zipper on his dress pants. While he’d usually assist you in this, he lets you slide them down, taking off his socks, too. You had an agreement about this; he knows you want to undress him entirely by yourself tonight.

When he’s fully naked, you don’t even focus on his erection, not yet. Making your way back up his body is the soft wetness of your tongue, sliding along his calves and thighs with kisses intermingling.

He’s trembling, fingers fidgeting at his sides. Jack was a man of practiced patience, but when it came to you? He could never wait.

“Yes.” It comes out as a hiss, accompanied by a long sigh when you finally grip him.

Spreading his legs wider, he allows you to shuffle forward between his thighs, watching you angle your head above him so you can spit onto his tip. Your thumb swipes over the head, listening to him whimper it.

“Baby, please.” He’s been dying for you, ever since you said I do.

Easily, you settle onto your stomach, sliding him into your mouth. It’s a simple motion, his cock gliding over your tongue, the roundness of his head hitting the back of your throat in one go. His skin here is so hot, so smooth, not unlike the rest of him.

Already, bliss swims through his head. Watching you go down on him while wearing your new, white lingerie is fucking killing him. He feels like he could cum just from this.

“Jesus Christ,” He huffs out when you gag, his hands falling to the back of your head. “Baby… my perfect little wife.” Finally being able to call you that makes his body fill to the brim with gratitude and pride. He doesn’t know how he found you, doesn’t know how he convinced you to say I do, but he’s beyond thankful for you. He knows how lucky he is to have you and he knows there will never be a day where he stops loving you.

While keeping your mouth stuffed full of him, you look up, making eye contact while swallowing around him. That alluring grin is quickly replaced by a look of pure pleasure and shock, jaw dropping with his brows knitting together.

Removing yourself quickly, you take in a breath of air. “Thank you, daddy.”

“Oh, baby. Baby -” He’s reaching out to you, holding your face and bringing you in again. “Put your mouth back on me.”

And you do, wanting to be his perfect little wife.

By the way he says it, you know he doesn’t have long. He’s been waiting for even the tiniest semblance of pleasure for hours on end, and you know he has a weak spot for when you look up at him. Pulling that card out of your back pocket, you do it again, innocent eyes staring into his while you drool over his pelvis.

“Baby… J-Jesus,” The hands on your head pull you in even closer to him, fingers curling into your hair. “I, I… I’m gonna…”

“Mhm,” Mumbling, you nod, staring at him even when his head drops back.

“I’m gonna c-cum, oh, I’mgonnacum.”

You’d gone down on him for barely five minutes, and already, he’s unloading into your throat. Honestly, it’s a confidence booster, knowing you can do this to him. It’s thick and heavy, salty and sticky, just like it always is. But you swallow it down regardless, your core tingling just from tasting him. Eyes rolling back, you close them, sighing.

In gentle bliss, Jack’s hips roll up against you, balls tightening as he spills into your mouth. He can feel your tongue moving, swishing his spend around while ushering it directly down your throat. The sound of your cute little mouth-sounds has him reeling, cock hardening all over again. It makes him sensitive, the overwhelming pleasure you give him.

You give him time, keeping him inside until he’s finished. And he loves that, his chest puffing out with every breath. When you do finally release him, it’s alongside a quiet sigh. “That was quick.”

You’re grinning, and so is he. The teasing words coming from your sinful lips make him chuckle, still trying to catch his breath. Honestly, he’s not surprised he came quick. In all his years of living, he’s never seen something as beautiful as you. And now, you’re his, really his.

“You look so good when you cum, daddy.” Crawling forward, you climb onto his lap, fingers stroking his smooth chin. Leaning in, you kiss his cheek, whispering, “You’re so handsome, daddy.”

“Baby,” Grabbing the back of your head, he urges it to the side, teeth digging into your neck. “You’re so good for me. You know that? You make me so happy, you’re such a good girl for me.” Even after he’s cum, he’s rambling, high on the excitement of this night.

“Daddy,” Subconsciously, you grind over him, your smooth lace sliding along his growing erection.

“Take this off,” He demands, already doing it for you with his own hands. “I need to see your body.”

He doesn’t want to tear it but god dammit, there are too many ribbons and buttons and fuck it, he ends up ripping the front of it open.

“Baby!”

“I’m sorry, honey, I’m sorry, I just -” He can’t even finish his sentence. As soon as your tits spill out, his mouth is on them, sucking your nipple inside and running his tongue across it.

“Oh my god, yes…” Naturally, you cradle his head, letting him suck on your chest.

“My pretty girl.” He mumbles over your skin, both hands finding your ass to help grind you against him.

Swaying your hips to his rhythm, you smirk, feeling the wetness of him. The wetness of his mouth, his cock, the space between your legs that reacts so openly to him…

“You’re mine - my girl, my precious fuckin’ thing.” He’s rambling, drunk from you, from your touch and your love. “Forever, baby. Always, you hear me? Always.”

“Always.” You repeat, nodding, promising.

With slow and gentle movements, Jack pushes you forward, laying you on your back with him hovering above. The pillows he’d placed surround the blankets’ edges, allowing you to rest your head on them no matter where he puts you.

He doesn’t leave your chest, moaning quietly while he licks you. His eyes are closed, enjoying himself while he continues undressing you. Sliding the fabric from your body completes his request, dropping the damaged fabric on the floor outside the edges of your blanketed space. And after that, he doesn’t waste any time, shifting himself to lay between your legs. It’s then that he finally leaves your chest, lifting himself to rest his face in the dip of your neck.

“Honey…” He sighs, lifting a hand to lick his first three digits. And then he’s lowering them, rubbing them over your sex.

“Baby,” You whimper in response, hands clinging to his shoulder and neck.

Sliding a finger in, it’s like he’s testing the waters, seeing how ready you are for him. As if you’d be anything other than soaking on your wedding night.

“You want me, honey?” He asks, turning his head to kiss your cheek.

“Yes,” Nodding, you lift your legs, encasing him between them. “Yes, daddy.”

Languidly, he pumps his middle digit a few more times, sliding it in and out of your velvety center. It allows him to breathe for a moment, to let himself take it all in.

“Baby,” The tip of your nose touches his face, his cheek, bringing him back to you with the small whisper of, “Please.”

His body responds before his mind does, removing his finger and using that same hand to hold himself. Turning his head, he looks at you, the ethereal image of his wife, as he slides into you.

“Baby,” He drawls, eyes rolling back, head dropping to your chest.

Naturally, his hips begin to move, slow and lovingly as he plunges into you. He feels thick, heavy, sliding into you all the way to his base until he’s retracting so he can do it all over again. His motions become heated, your arms looping around his neck, hands guiding him back to your breasts.

“Oh, baby.” He gasps out, the motion of his hips steady yet fluid. You're holding his head, sighing airly while his lips return to your chest. “Daddy loves it, baby doll, he loves when you shove his face into these sweet, pretty titties.”

“Daddy,” Cradling his head, you encourage him, fingers curling into his hair.

That’s all it takes for him to absolutely ravish you, his muscular arms moving between your back and the blankets to hold you. It feels possessive, heated, Jack’s hips rolling into your own as his lips focus on your nipples, licking them repeatedly, tenderly.

Linking your legs around his lower back, he groans, biting into your neck. He loved when you did that, when you wrapped him in your limbs. He’s all you want, all you’ve ever needed since you met him.

“P-Please,” Gasping tightly, your eyes pinch shut, hips thrusting up to meet his own. “Please don’t stop.”

But then Jack’s dominant hand slides out from beneath your back, landing on your hip and pushing you down. “Let daddy take care of you, sweetheart.” He’s whispering, lips mumbling over your breasts. “Let daddy take care of the sweet girl he knows you are.”

Easily, he finds your g-spot, his tip repeatedly pounding into it. More so than normal, it takes the breath from your lungs, something about the ring on your finger making everything feel different.

“Baby doll,” He’s smiling, chuckling. “I can’t wait to fill you up.” And then he lifts his head, kissing your jawline, your cheek. “But I can’t do that ‘til you cum for me.”

“I’m going to d-daddy.” Your head tilts back, pushing into the pillows with your eyes pinched shut. “I’m going to…”

“Babycakes,” The same hand that’s keeping you down rises to your face, grabbing your jaw and turning you to face him.

With mesmerized eyes, you stare up at him, at the most amazing man you’ve ever known. “Daddy?”

“Cum for me.” Is all he says before diving in to meet your lips, tongue sliding in.

Both of your hands hold the back of his head, moans echoing into his throat. And he wants them, wants to keep them, every single beautiful noise you make for him.

Shaking hands cling desperately to your husband, feeling his warm skin, the muscles beneath the surface. And the only reason he leaves your lips is to say, “Honey, you make me feel things,” Jack admits, losing his breaths. “You make daddy feel things that he’s never felt before.”

“Daddy, please,” Chest tightening with emotion, your hips roll up against him again.

“Daddy’s got you, baby, you beautiful thing.” His own body shivers from the sensation of it all, holding back from cumming inside you. He wants to feel you. “Are you gonna cum for him?”

“Yes!” It’s overwhelming, feeling the repeated drag of him against your walls, his unrelenting pace, his sturdy body holding you so possessively, yet so gently.

It’s quite a rare thing, tears forming from this. The passion, the euphoria of it all, knowing you have this blessing in your hands for the rest of time. You’re floating, smiling while the wetness runs down the sides of your face, the sensation of it rolling through you with grace. And still, you cling to him, never wanting to go without his embrace.

“Oh my god,” Shaking his head, he kisses your cheek, warm lips pressing tenderly to your skin.

But he doesn’t let you revel in it, removing himself from your heat quicker than expected. It makes you gasp, the sound shrill and airy. Sitting up on his knees, he gazes down at you, chest rising and falling with rapture while his eyes rake over you. Broad hands fall to your hips, fingertips caressing your stomach.

“Sit up for me, angel. Please?” His voice is quiet and caring; he’s speaking so sweetly to you. “Wanna cum in you from behind.”

“You do?”

“You think I’d only give you one round tonight?” Tilting his head, he gives you a half grin, body already reaching out to move you.

Limply, you allow it, grinning giddily as he does it. Hauling your hips into the air is the strength of his broad hands, holding onto you with a firm grasp. Shuffling forward, he brings himself to you, resting his already leaking erection between your cheeks. His hands guide you, urging you to roll your hips back against him as he slides through the curves of your backside, rubbing up and down, up and down…

He enjoys this briefly before you change the angle, allowing him to slide inside. He gasps when he enters you, while you sigh in relief, chuckling slightly from the shock in his voice.

“Holy shit,” He huffs, holding firmly to your hips once he’s fully seated inside. “Goddamn baby, you’re a needy little thing, aren’t you?”

“Baby, you know I always want you.” You’re grinding back against him, wanting more. You know how harshly he treats you in this position, and you’re eagerly anticipating it.

Nibbling on the corner of his lower lip, he groans, staring down at the graceful sway of your hips. Pushing you forward slightly, he slides out halfway, only to haul you back against his body. Gripping the maroon-tinted blankets, you force yourself back against him, listening to Jack’s harsh grunts and groans as you fuck each other in earnest. The driving force behind his thrusts is aided in his grip on your hips, jaw dropping as he listens to the lewd squelch of it.

“You’re still so wet,” He tells you, in absolute awe. “Still so fucking creamy, baby…”

“Daddy, you make such a fucking mess of me.” You’re burying your head in the pillows, crying out and nearly shrieking. He’s punching himself into you, his breaths harsh and heavy.

He knows you’ll be exhausted after this, and he probably will, too. But he knows he wants more, he wants to do more to you.

“Daddy’s gonna cum baby, okay?” Heaving out desperate breaths, he then promises, “And then I’ll please your pretty clit. I’ll lick it for you, I’ll suck on it, too.”

“Oh…”

“You want that, honey?” He asks, grunting as he feels those familiar waves of bliss. “You want daddy to lick you?”

“Yes, yes please. Please, baby.” You’re still bouncing back against him, pulsing around the thick intrusion of him.

Seeing you bent over like this was always exhilarating for him. You were always so submissive, so trusting of him. You absolutely adored him. And the feeling of ecstasy flowing through Jack’s body is a beautiful promise of the future ahead of him.

He crumbles over your body, heaving desperately, wrapping his arms around you. One of his hands finds its way to your chest, just barely fondling your breasts. Really, he’s holding you, rolling his hips into you. The feeling of it isn’t foregin, not to either of you. Emptying himself inside is something he’s almost always done with you, and one day, he hopes it takes root. He knows he wants children with you. But he’s not thinking about that right now; right now, he’s thinking about how he’s feeling. The pleasure buzzing through his body, the way his body reacts to the woman beneath him, to his incredibly devoted, stunningly beautiful, wife.

Reaching back, your hand finds the back of his head, holding onto him. You’re both panting, wishing the night wasn’t over yet. And with that thought in mind, his hands are on your hips again. Pulling out, he’s much slower this time, head tilting down to watch his spend spill from your insides.

“Baby doll,” It comes out as a whine, and it surprises you. Turning, you intend to look back at him, but he’s shoving you forward again.

“Oh,” Your cheek presses into the pillows, hands reaching forward to stabilize yourself on them. And then his tongue lands on your sex, making your eyes roll back.

He’s whining, leaning over while he eats you from behind. It’s like he’s gone submissive, whimpering while licking into you, his body tingling when he hears your praise.

“Baby…” Reaching behind, you grab hold of his hair. “That’s so good…”

You’re leaking, and he’s rubbing his face against you, drowning in you. His tongue glides up through your folds, his hands spreading you open from behind.

“Oh my god,” With your fingernails scraping against his scalp, he gasps against you, suctioning his mouth to your pink and puffy lips. “Daddy.”

“You know I love it, baby.” He slurps from you, groaning deeply. “Sweet fuckin’ thing. Letting me do whatever I want to you.” Fingers pressing harshly into your cheeks, he presses his lips to the plumpness of them, sighing.

“Daddy, please.” You’re reaching for him again, begging for his attention.

“What is it, babyakes?” Lifting himself, he peers down at you, lids heavy with lust.

“Come back to me.” And he does, he immediately does.

Lifting himself full, he crawls over your body, helping you to lay on your back now. His chest presses to yours, his breaths calming as he wraps his arms around your back. He nuzzles into your neck, moaning and sighing happily when he feels your legs wrap around his lower back. Your hands find his hair again, stroking his full locks with tender care. The moment is quiet, calm, each of your bodies relaxing alongside the other’s. You feel at peace, complete, with the other half of your puzzle piece.

Opening your eyes, you hadn’t even realized you’d closed them until a dazzling ray of color prompts it. Looking up into the night sky, you see it, the sight provoking a warm smile from you. Turning, you whisper to him, getting him to look up, too.

The Northern Lights, the blues and purples and greens dancing across the sky. It’s mesmerizing - you truly can’t look away. But Jack does. As beautiful as it is, nothing could tear him away from the sight of you. Leaning in, he grins, kissing your cheek. He’s in love with you, and will be until the day he dies, and through whatever comes after that, too.

Jack remembers that feeling, the intense emotions he felt that night. It was more than he ever could have hoped for or expected. His happiness was incomparable, he was elated, filled with absolute joy. Nothing could have brought him down in that moment, not when he was with you. Your warm bodies pressed together so lovingly, the affection you hold for each other is genuine and true. It was from the start, and it always will be.

The meaning of your relationship brings out profound emotion within him, his chest sucking in a deep breath as he smiles brightly. And his happiness only amplifies when he hears the front door open, listening to the sweet-soft voice of you.

“Baby?” And then the door closing, the shuffling of you kicking off your shoes. “I’m home!”

Immediately, he’s on his feet, setting the book down and turning toward you. He’s grinning wildly, striding in your direction and wrapping you in his embrace. With a large and happy sigh, he lifts you, twirling you slightly.

“Baby!” You laugh, arms looping around his neck. And when he sets you down, you look up into his eyes, wondering, “What’ve you been up to?”

You’ve always told him that he gave you a life you never thought you could have. What you fail to realize is you’ve done the same for him. He never thought he’d be blessed like this. Before, life was good. But now? Life is definitely better with you.

#Daddy oh my god #I'm so in love with you #forever and always #my baby #Daddycember #Daddycember '22 #Daddycember 2022 #Daddy Whiskey #Agent Daddy Whiskey #Agent Whiskey #Agent Whiskey x you #Agent Whiskey x reader #Agent Whiskey x female reader #Agent Whiskey smut

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cabotwife · 1 year

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okay so hopefully your requests are open - i genuinely don’t know how to work tumblr 🥲🥲, anyway, would you be interested in writing like domestic olivia benson x fem reader fluff. like for example, getting the kids up for school, breakfast, maybe a child’s first day of school and reader and liv are so nervous/crying sort of thing. ultimately you have free range here, just some sort of ideas with this!

Growing Up..

Thanks for requesting Anon! I’m sorry this took a bit to do, but I really love the concept!

warnings: poorly written fluff

word count: 848

a/n: Requests are open everybody! I write for quite a few fandoms, which I will make a later post about to clarify.

Olivia groggily opened her eyes, her body still heavy with sleep. She blinked a few times, trying to adjust to the bright light of the morning sun that was streaming through the window. As she shifted in bed, she felt the warmth of her wife’s body next to hers. y/n was already up, and Olivia could smell the aroma of freshly brewed coffee wafting into the room.

Olivia stretched her arms and legs, letting out a soft sigh. She had her first day off in what feels like forever, and she was looking forward to spending it with her family. She turned to y/n, who was now sitting up in bed, sipping her coffee.

"Good morning," Olivia said, her voice still husky with sleep.

"Good morning, Liv," y/n replied, smiling at her. "How’re you feeling today?"

Olivia groaned. "I don’t know.. It's Maya's first day of school, and I just can't believe she's already starting kindergarten. She's growing up so fast, too fast."

y/n nodded in agreement. "I know, it's crazy. But Maya is going to be just fine. She's a smart and brave little girl, just like her mom."

Olivia smiled, feeling a surge of pride. She leaned over to kiss y/n, feeling a rush of affection. They had been married for a few years now, but Olivia still felt that same spark of love and desire every time she looked at her wife.

They got out of bed and headed to the kitchen, where y/n had already prepared breakfast for the family. There were pancakes with maple syrup, crispy bacon, and scrambled eggs with cheese. Olivia's stomach rumbled as she took in the delicious smells.

"Wow, y/n, this looks amazing," the brunette said, taking a seat at the table.

"Thanks, love," y/n replied, pouring her a cup of coffee. "I figured we should start the day off right, especially since it's such a big day for Maya."

Olivia nodded, feeling grateful for her wife’s thoughtfulness. The woman ate her breakfast in comfortable silence, savoring the flavors while y/n went to get the kids up. Maya and their other two kids, Noah and Eli, soon joined Olivia at the table, chattering excitedly about the day ahead.

After breakfast, Olivia and y/n helped the kids get ready for school. They brushed their teeth, combed their hair, and packed their backpacks with all the necessary supplies. Maya was especially nervous, clinging to Olivia's leg and refusing to let go.

"It's okay, sweetie," The woman said, kneeling down to give her daughter a hug. "You're going to have so much fun at school today. You'll make new friends and learn new things. And me and mama will be here to pick you up at the end of the day."

The little girl sniffled, wiping away tears. "Okay, Mommy. love you."

"I love you too, baby," Olivia said, feeling her own eyes tear up. She gave Maya another hug before standing up.

"Alright, kids, let's go," the y/h/c woman said, her voice cheerful and reassuring. "We don't want to be late."

They headed out the door, Olivia and Maya holding hands and the others trailing behind them. They walked to the school, which was just a few blocks away from their house. Noah and Eli gushed about the Pokémon cards that their uncle had just bought them. The air was crisp and cool, and the leaves on the trees were starting to turn golden and red.

As they approached the school, Olivia felt a lump in her throat. She couldn't believe how quickly time had passed, how her little girl was now starting her academic journey. She hugged Maya once more, feeling a rush of love and pride.

"Good luck, sweetie," Olivia said, her voice thick with emotion. "I'll see you later."

The small girl smiled bravely, waving goodbye. "Bye, Mommy. Love you."

Olivia watched as her daughter walked into the school, feeling a mix of joy and sadness. She knew that Maya was going to do great, but it was hard to let go. She turned to y/n, who was looking at her with understanding and compassion.

"You okay, Liv?" y/n asked, squeezing her hand.

Olivia nodded, feeling a tear roll down her cheek. "Yeah, just emotional. It's hard to see Maya leave."

"I know," The y/h/c woman said, pulling Olivia into a tight embrace. "But she's going to be just fine. And we'll be here for every step of the way."

Olivia smiled, feeling grateful for y/n’s love and support. She wrapped her arms around her, holding her close. They stood there for a few moments, watching as the other parents dropped off their kids and the school day began.

As they walked back home, Olivia felt a sense of contentment wash over her. She had a wonderful family, a wife who loved her, and children who were growing up into amazing human beings. Life was good, and Olivia knew that she had everything she needed to face whatever challenges lay ahead.

#olivia benson #olivia benson x reader #olivia benson fluff #law and order svu #law and order #law and order special victims unit #law and order imagine #svu #svu imagines #l&o svu #fluff #requests open

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herlockslimbo · 11 months

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sometimes i think about rui kamishiro a little too hard and absolutely die inside because some of the shit he says casually is so ???

for example, sometimes he just has these throwaway menu lines that make me fucking ill

like the april fools mikudemy menu line where he says he never thought he’d see the day where he felt comfortable and happy at school

or his ny 2020 menu line where he says that this year has been so joyful, but also very emotional for him. (this was the year the game started running so he’s likely referring to joining wxs)

nene’s line, but her saying that rui has always been reluctant to celebrate his birthday because he knew nobody but nene would come… rui and his birthday in general make me fucking sad. like his one wish for his birthday was to have a normal party with his friends because he’d never had one before. what the hell. ughhhh his bday card story is soooo,,, he’s so happy to have friends who support him and care for him now🥲🥲🥲

sorry i’m just spiraling now but also ruis got this reoccurring habit of calling himself childish or cowardly when he gets too emotional about stuff. just for a few examples in cheer squad during both the conversations he had with kaito and luka he says he feels like he’s a coward cause he just can’t overcome his fears of people rejecting him. then in curtain call he says he’s acting like a child when he doesn’t want to “let go” of wxs… somebody PLEASE tell him he’s allowed to feel this way. and let’s not even start on him calling himself selfish every time he talks about not wanting wxs to fall apart. my guy. you found people you belong with. it’s not selfish to want that to stay.

also speaking of the too emotional thing, did y’all read his admidst a dream card story??? JESUS CHRIST. basically what happens is it’s late at night and he’s trying to work, but he can’t focus because he can’t stop thinking about the fact that the day wxs will have to disband is drawing closer. so to distract himself he goes to sekai in hopes of talking to kaito, but everyone’s asleep, except for meiko and luka because luka slept through the entire day and meikos keeping her company lol. rui then says he doesn’t really want to get into why he came here because it’s his own personal thing to sort out, and he just wants someone to talk about SOMETHING to right now. but then he ends up trailing into pretty much just?? ranting about his feelings. he says he hates that even though humans have the ability to use logic and reasoning, our emotions still get the better of us and we can’t control them perfectly. then he says that sometimes emotions get too much and it takes everything you can to hold them in and stop them from overflowing (WHICH IS??). then he adds on the last, horrifying part, where he says he wishes someone could just take his mind and handle his emotions for him, because right now everything is such a mess. eventually meiko and luka manage to get him out of this stream of conscious by talking to him about kaito, and rui thanks them for their help and promises he won’t do anything irresponsible, like just throwing these emotions to the side, and he goes home. LIKE I SAID. ITS FUCKED. was so expecting bumper cars and then i got hit by a BRICK.

alright i’m done now i just needed to get that out of my system

#rui kamishiro #rui #kamishiro rui #project sekai #wonderlands x showtime #someone please give him a hug

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eddieschains · 1 year

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okay i saw you taking requests and ofc i have to make one bc... how tf can i not but also bear with me bc this is my first time ever making an actual request and im scared

so you know when you're in the "less than lovers, more than friends" stage? yes. something like that with joe but he sees you being 'friendly' with some other guy and yk just some fun some jealousy some smut if you're feeling frisky 👀

i did not make any sense and now im gonna dig a hole and kms out of embarrassment. sorry you had to read that.

oh my god im literally so honored that you chose me for your first request 🥲 hopefully i did it justice queen !!

TW: rpf (don’t like it don’t read it), language, drunk sex kinda??, p in v sex, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it)

You had known Joe for years now. You two went to school together and shared the same friend group. There was always some kind of sexual tension between you two, and it became a running joke between your friends as to when you two were finally going to swallow your pride and start dating. Joe swore that there was nothing, and would always be nothing, between you two other than your regular playful flirting. That was until one new years party and a few too many tequila shots later, when you guys broke your promise, and were soon ripping each other’s clothes off in the bathroom of your best friends house.

And that brings us to now. It’s been a year since then, and you and Joe had practically become inseparable. Despite the fact that you guys fucked like rabbits, and went out for lunch almost every weekend, you both agreed to not make your relationship exclusive. With Joe being away from home a lot, and you constantly working late hours, it would be hard to start and maintain a relationship. So, you just relished in the time you two could spend together.

After a whirlwind year for Joe, he finally was getting a week break for the holidays. Since he hadn’t seen much of his friends all year, he organized the whole group to go out to a club together. Like Joe, you also hadn’t done much other than work all year, so you were excited to get dressed up and give no fucks for a night.

You put on a short black dress showing as much cleavage as possible, some red platform heels, and a thin gold necklace Joe had gifted you for your birthday. Your hair was done in beach waves, and you put it in a high ponytail with a couple pieces framing your face. Your makeup was minimal besides a sharp cat eyeliner, and a bold red lip. Most people might say you were dressed slutty but fuck it. This was a night to let loose and you were going to do exactly that.

Your car was in the shop over the weekend, so Joe had agreed to pick you up. You’d probably be lying to yourself if you said you weren’t dressed like this for him. At least a little bit. You heard your phone ping, signaling a text from Joe saying he was outside. Grabbing your purse, you practically sprinted out the door into his car.

“Oh hey sexy.” Joe greeted you, wiggling his eyebrows up and down.

You laugh, “Hi. Ready to get fucked up?” you respond.

“Always.” He puts the car in gear, and starts driving to the club.

You pull into the parking lot to see all your friends waiting for you. You hop out of the car to be greeted by very loud heys and finallys.

“Oh look, the love birds finally decided to show up.” Your friend Jess said, pulling you into a hug.

“There’s no love birds here.” You gave Jess a look, telling her to shut up.

“That’s right, they’re just fuck buddies.” Wesley joins in. You roll your eyes and strut inside of the club.

The night was going great. Joe reserved an entire section in the back of the club for everyone to hang out and catch up when you weren’t cutting shapes on the dance floor.

Joe had his arm wrapped around you all night, making the love bird jokes a little harder to dispute. Once you had a few drinks, you were feeling a little frisky, you excused yourself to the dance floor.

You’re swaying your hips and tapping your feet to the sound of the music when you feel a pair of hands on your hips. You turn around to see a tall blonde man smirking at you, hands on your hips moving your body with him to the beat.

The two of you don’t exchange any words, you just start grinding into each other letting the music take you. His hands are roaming up and down your body before they land on your ass. Your arms find their way around the boys shoulders while his lips find theirs on your neck.

You continue grinding into him, small moans leaving your mouth until suddenly, your arm is being yanked from him and you’re dragged outside of the club.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?!” It’s Joe. He’s staring down at you with a look in his eyes you’ve never seen before.

“What the fucks wrong with me? What the fucks wrong with you?!” He spits at you. You’re confused. He can’t be mad at you for dancing with someone else, you two aren’t even together.

“Are you jealous Joe?” You say with a condescending tone. He just laughs at you.

“You can’t be jealous Joe, you and i are not together. And if i remember correctly, you’re the one who originally wanted it that way.”

“That doesn’t mean you can just throw yourself at any guy who gives you attention.” He knows that presses a button.

“Fuck you Joe. You don’t get to sit here and tell me i can’t have fun or i can’t fuck someone else.”

His eyes drop. “Are you fucking other people?” Silence. “Y/N, are you fucking other people?” He raises his voice.

“Like i said, we’re not together. We’re not exclusive. You expect me, a grown woman, to sit here while you’re gone for months at a time and just wait around for you?”

“Just because we’re not in a relationship doesn’t mean i’m okay with you shagging other guys.” He’s still yelling. You’re sure you’re bringing attention to yourselves, but that’s not exactly on the forefront of your mind. You need him to know he can’t pick and choose when he wants you.

“That’s not how it fucking wor-“ His hands grab your face as he pushes his lips on yours. You can’t help but to give in. You pull him closer to you as your tongue finds its way into his mouth.

He pulls away, “Follow me.” He wraps his hand around your wrist, pulling you back into the club. He leads you straight to the bathrooms and you know exactly what’s about to go down.

You two stumble your way into a one stall bathroom as he locks the door behind him. You can see the tent poking through his trousers as the heat between your legs starts growing.

“Face the mirror.” He commands. You do as he says, leaning over the sink and gripping onto the sides of it.

He lifts the bottom of your dress up and tears your panties off, earning a groan from you. His fingers immediately reach

for your pussy and he starts rubbing circles on your clit. You feel him grinding himself into your ass as his other hand reaches around your neck.

“Tell me you want me. Tell me you want my cock inside of you and no one else.” He’s looking at you through the mirror, rubbing faster circles around your clit.

“I want you Joe. I want your cock and no one else’s. I want you to fuck me like you own me.” He groans in your ear and removes his fingers from your cunt.

He pulls his pants down, his boxers with them before slapping your ass. The pain makes you wince, but it doesn’t last long because before you know it he’s shoving his cock all the way inside of you.

“Holy- fuck Joe!” You scream out. You’re sure people outside can hear you but you couldn’t give less of a shit right now.

“Fuck babe you’re so fuckin tight. Gonna make me cum too fast.” He’s pounding in and out of you at an unhuman rate. Your body starts to go limp, and you hang your head lower, focusing on your grip on the sink to keep you from falling down.

Joe wraps his hand around your neck and brings your head back up.

“Uh-uh. Look at yourself in the mirror.” He gives you no choice but to look at yourself.

Seeing the way your mouth involuntarily hangs open as he drives his cock deeper inside of you.

“See that? See how good i’m making you feel? There’s no way anyone else could make you feel this good. Such a dirty fucking girl.” His words make your pussy clench around him. You can feel his cock twitch inside you and you know he’s close.

His hand releases it’s hold on your neck and starts to focus back on your clit, trying to bring you over the edge.

“Oh my god Joe. Please don’t- fuck- don’t stop. Please please please.” You feel tears forming in your eyes as you beg him for a release. You see him nod through the mirror, allowing you to cum. Your body tenses up as a wave of pleasure washes over you, making you lose your balance once again.

Joe grabs onto your hips to both hold you up and give him more leverage to fuck into you, now chasing his own orgasm.

“Baby- oh shit- baby i’m gonna cum. M’gonna fucking cum!” He barely finishes his sentence before you feel his load dripping out of you and down your leg. He stays inside for a few minutes, places kisses along your back before slowly pulling out.

You fix your dress and your hair as he pulls his pants back up.

“Don’t talk to me like that ever again.” Joe says.

You smirk at his words, “If i speak to you like that again will you fuck me like that again?”

He rolls his eyes and smacks your ass. “Shut up. Now you can go back to grinding on that fucker with my cum dripping out of your cunt.”

#fic requests #joseph quinn blurb #joseph quinn smut #joseph quinn x fem reader #joseph quinn fic #joseph quinn x reader #joseph quinn rpf #joseph quinn #ceriseheaven

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reidsaurora · 2 years

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POV: Your Instagram If You Were Dating Spencer Reid (part two)

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yn.yln alexa, play drunk on a plane by dierks bentley

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bbygirlpg aahhh, have fun in Vegas, lovers!

reiditandweep just to clarify, i did NOT drink anything on the plane. i was just severely sleep-deprived

↳ yn.yln that's not what the bill said 🙄✋️

morgan.derek have fun, you two! say hey to Mama Reid for us!

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yn.yln happy birthday, lover boy! i'm still upset you wouldn't wear the bday boy pin i bought you but i suppose i can forgive you bc you're just so darn cute! love you endlessly, libra baby!

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thedavidrossi happy birthday, kid! don't drink too much without your old man

emprentiss hbd, my bday twin! have fun, kiddo!

bbygirlpg habby birfday!! i heard tell that ur favorite tech analyst might be doing something for ur bday when u get back 👀

↳ yn.yln shhh, that was supposed to be a secret

↳ bbygirlpg @/yn.yln oops?

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yn.yln i guess what happens in Vegas can't always stay in Vegas 🥲

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jenjareau can't wait for you guys to get back! we miss you!

↳ yn.yln we need to take a couples' trip next time with you and Will!

↳ dralexblake @/yn.yln can me and James join? 😅

↳ morgan.derek @/yn.yln what about me and Sav 👀

kcallahan ok but what is he wearing

↳ yn.yln he said he wanted to "fit in with the locals"

↳ kcallahan @/yn.yln LOL as if he isn't one of them

reiditandweep what she isn't showing you is the 1,632 candids she took of me where i looked goofy

↳ yn.yln i didn't take ~that~ many pictures

↳ missgreenaway u always look goofy wym

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yn.yln curse you @/bbygirlpg for inviting a therapy dog to work as Spencer's late bday gift because now i have baby (puppy) fever

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reiditandweep we are NOT getting a dog

↳ yn.yln correction, you might not be getting a dog, but i certainly will be 🤪

↳ reiditandweep @/yn.yln i'll kick u and the dog out

↳ emprentiss THE ABSOLUTE DRAMA HAPPENING RIGHT BEFORE MY EYES

↳ bbygirlpg @/emprentiss ik!! the tea is being spilled 🤭

aaronhotch Jess just got a puppy for when Jack comes to stay with her, you're welcome to come and play with her!

↳ yn.yln bless you, Aaron Hotchner

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yn.yln alsgaldgaksfaksf

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reiditandweep i thought i told you not to share this with anyone

↳ yn.yln no habla inglés

↳ reiditandweep @/yn.yln se suponía que no debías compartir esto con nadie

↳ yn.yln @/reiditandweep ... uh i can explain?

doclewis this feels like i shouldn't have seen it

↳ reiditandweep you weren't supposed to 😐

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yn.yln him: *ordering a smoothie* me: 🥵

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morgan.derek hey isn't that the book he fell asleep reading on the plane?

↳ yn.yln 👀

jenjareau what's his order? the masses wanna know

↳ yn.yln some chocolate and banana smoothie. even at a smoothie place he can't eat healthy

↳ reiditandweep @/yn.yln shhh, stop spilling my secrets

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yn.yln family shenanigans

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reiditandweep i look awful in this picture

↳ yn.yln you look so hot, shut up

↳ doclewis @/yn.yln 🤢

bbygirlpg random but i love boy wonder's sweater

↳ yn.yln he thrifted it 🥰

emprentiss real talk tho, me and @/lukealvez look so cute in this pic

↳ lukealvez as always 😌

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yn.yln funny how this time a year ago, we were eating dinner at an Olive Garden at 9 p.m. on a Friday night, dressed in renaissance attire. time flies (and sails) when you're having as much fun as a fairy (or a pirate)

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dralexblake this night was so fun! can't wait to do again this year!

↳ yn.yln words cannot describe how excited i am to do it again, Lady Alexandria and Sir James!

kcallahan entering his Jack Sparrow era

↳ yn.yln entering my Elizabeth Swann era 😌💅

missgreenaway yeah yeah, this is cute and all but i'm DYING over the guy in the bg

↳ yn.yln LMAO he's just like 👁👄👁

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yn.yln some baby Spence to cleanse the feed

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morgan.derek drop his soundcloud!!

thedavidrossi back when the kid really was a kid

missgreenaway pls i thought this was shawn from boy meets world

↳ yn.yln LMAO U RIGHT

reiditandweep why do i look like i'm trying to be sexy

↳ yn.yln guess you've just always been sexy 😘

↳ doclewis @/yn.yln things i am: uncomfy

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yn.yln "do you have 11 protons? because you're sodium fine"

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reiditandweep I TOLD YOU TO PICK A DIFFERENT CAPTION, WOMAN!! CHANGE IT!!

↳ yn.yln for context, i asked him for a science-related caption and this is what he came up with

↳ yn.yln but no, i will not be changing it bc it's cute

lukealvez this looks like it was taken in a therapist's office

↳ yn.yln it was, we're receiving couples therapy bc he refuses to give me a baby (puppy)

↳ reiditandweep @/lukealvez she's lying, we are not receiving couples therapy

↳ yn.yln @/reiditandweep we will be if u don't give me a baby

aaronhotch the caption feels risqué for boy genius 😂

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🏕 Camp Lovers Lake - Chapter Three 🏕

An Eddie Munson x Female Reader summer camp story. Set just before the beginning of season 3 of Stranger Things, with a few diversions from the original plot of the series.

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Pairing and tropes • Eddie Munson x Female Reader - fluff, forced proximity, slightly slow burn, summer camp clichés ♥︎

Summary • June, 1985. Close to the city of Hawkins, Indiana, the placid waters of Lovers Lake stand as the perfect background for the homonymous summer camp, where you’re about to be a counselor for the last time before senior year and then, hopefully, college. Your brother Dustin Henderson won’t be with you this year, as he’s chosen to attend Camp Know Where until July - but with your best friend Robin Buckley at your side and the unexpected addition of Steve Harrington to your duo, the upcoming months seem to promise endless fun and exciting adventures nonetheless. However, as you get closer to Eddie Munson, resident metalhead and drug dealer who’s been forced by his uncle to work at Camp Lovers Lake after another missed graduation, your plans for the summer might have to go in a completely different direction.

Warnings • Cursing, possible mentions and/or depictions of violence, sexually suggestive language. Having no idea where this is going myself, you’ll need to be 18+ to read this fic just in case!

Chapter notes • I wish I was the one going on a hike with Eddie 🥲 I really hope you like this chapter and that this fic is giving the right vibes! Any idea, suggestion or feedback is appreciated as always :)

Chapter word count: 4.2k

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“Good morning sunshine”

Your peaceful sleep is suddenly interrupted by something soft being thrown at your face, startling you into a confused daze. As you blink your eyes open, you realize it’s Robin’s pillow, which is now laying at your side while she’s staring at you, already fully dressed and with an equally amused and interrogative smile.

“Was that really necessary?” You mutter, attempting to turn around but failing miserably as another pillow hits the back of your head.

“Yes it was? Since you’re late and there are pancakes for breakfast today” Robin enthusiastically replies, moving away from the top bed to let you climb down with a groan.

“What took you so long last night by the way?” She asks while you start getting undressed, PJ shorts pooling down at your feet. “You got me stuck with Harrington for almost an hour”.

“I had a little incident” you reply, showing her your bandaged left middle finger as you slip into your camp t-shirt. “Also, Eddie Munson came by and I had to show him where we keep the booze”.

“Uhm, rude?” Robin exclaims at your gesture, fake shock in her voice turning genuine as soon as she hears Eddie’s name. “Wait, Munson? Aren’t we supposed to, like, avoid him? Do you remember what Steve said? Wait- did he have something to do with the incident? Did he hurt you?” She interrogates you, grabbing your hand to examine the damage.

You shrug with a smile at her concern. “Come on Robin, we just talked” you tell her, gently removing your hand from hers, “He’s not that bad either, you know. A bit weird, maybe, but he actually seems nice”.

“Mmmh” Robin hums, leaning on the wooden doorframe of the cabin, the early morning sun-rays drawing golden highlights on her dark blonde hair. “If you say so.”

“On another note, instead” you digress, pointing your unharmed finger at her, “did you tell Steve?”

Robin sighs, blushing a little. “Yes” she finally admits, “he was a little surprised at first, but he was actually very nice about it. And now he knows that we swing the same way - even if I suspect I will never beat him to Tammy Thompson” she says, rolling her eyes in defeat.

“Never say never, hotshot” You state, latching your arm under hers as you finally make your way out of the cabin and join the rest of the campers on their way to breakfast.

And, just like always, breakfast goes by way too fast. There’s barely time for your coffee to kick in and take you out of the lingering morning numbness before you have to pack your backpack and get the Group B kids ready for the early afternoon hike.

While you’re bringing your now empty tray back to the serving station in the dining room, Steve and Robin bickering behind you about the correct way to prepare pancake batter, you catch a glimpse of Eddie, who’s still sitting at the table with Gareth and another guy. As his gaze casually lifts up to meet yours, you tentatively offer a greeting smile, obtaining an acknowledging nod in exchange.

You and Robin briefly go back to your cabin to grab your stuff, the heat of the summer day already making you sweat. Just as you’ve closed the zip of the backpack and you’re finally ready to go, wondering how you’re going to manage a dozen prepubescent kids in the middle of the woods, Robin interrupts your train of thought with a hesitant cough.

“What?” You ask, your heart beating slightly faster than usual as soon as you notice her there’s something important I need to tell you expression.

“You’re with Group B today, right?” She begins, and you realize she’s going the long way round.

“Cut to the chase, Robin” you sigh, leaning back on the desk in front of the window, the chattering of the campers barely audible through the thick, slightly dirty glass.

Robin looks at you sideways. “Have you checked who’s been assigned to your group?”

You can’t help but let out a small laugh, relief unexpectedly filling your chest even if you don’t really know what you were expecting. “Look, Robin” you begin, “If you’re still worried about Munson, I can assure you that he’s-“

“I don’t mean him” Robin interrupts you, “I mean Patrick. He’s coming with you, together with Jenna”.

Your chest tightens a little. You haven’t properly checked the assignment list for the day - you just quickly looked for your name last night, not really worrying about the eventual company. And you now realize that maybe you should have.

You take a deep breath, nonetheless. You’re not going to let Patrick and his latest flirt ruin your day. “I appreciate the heads up and your concern” you tell Robin, squeezing her hand, “But I’m okay. I’m over it, for good - I promise. Plus, I’ll be in good company” you conclude with a wink, causing Robin to snort and smile at the same time.

— 🏕 —

“So” Eddie begins, finally breaking the slightly awkward silence that has accompanied you for the first ten minutes of the hike, “How’s your finger, Henderson?”

It didn’t take a long time for the sparse grove around the camp to turn into the thick forest that is surrounding you as you walk side by side. After a good twenty minutes of making sure that every kid in your group had their sandwich and snack packed and their boots tightly laced up, you finally started on the trail that encircled the lake, quickly leaving behind the loud chattering of camp to be surrounded by the soft rustling of leaves, the chirping sounds of wild birds and the distant trickling of one of the many streams flowing into the lake.

In an unspoken agreement, the group was led in the front by Patrick and Jenna, with whom you accurately made sure not to speak more than necessary; you and Eddie, instead, took your place at the back of the chaotic line of kids, keeping an eye on them as they make their way through the wild vegetation.

At first, you didn’t really know what to say to him - especially because you were so focused on ignoring the distant sound of Jenna’s annoying and forced laughs and Patrick’s ridiculous efforts to impress her. But, thankfully, Eddie has unknowingly found a way to distract you, even if he thinks he’s just looking for something to talk about.

“Doesn’t hurt much” you reply, your eyes stuck on the ground to watch your steps and avoid tripping on branches or roots. “The bleeding stopped quite quickly, so I didn’t bother telling the nurse this morning”.

“That’s good to hear” Eddie says with a nod and silence falls again between the two of you. At first it’s kind of weird, not talking. But then, the awkwardness turns into a sort of quiet and comfortable mutual understanding that lets you both enjoy the calming sounds of nature.

Eddie doesn’t strike you as the kind of person that enjoys being outside in the wilderness, but as you take a few quick glances at him you realize how he seems at ease with his surroundings, casually stroking the occasional leaf on a branch or lightly patting trees as you pass by them.

“You go on hikes often?” You ask, trying to make some small talk.

“Mmmh, nope” he replies, looking straight ahead at the trail before you, “but I don’t mind a change of scenery. It’s not that bad, being here in the woods - but I will never admit it, so you didn’t hear this from me, yeah?” He’s quick to add, finally turning towards you with an upside-down smile, dimples on full display on his cheeks.

“Promise I won’t rat you out” You laugh in response, returning his gaze.

He thanks you with a small bow, before going back to looking at the kids in front of you.

“I used to be outside a lot, actually, when I was their age” he adds with a nod in their direction, “very useful to work on my first D&D campaigns. And to avoid my parents’ fights”. He kind of blurts out this last piece of information and as his words linger in the warm summer air you suspect that maybe he regrets saying them.

“That sounds like a great way to pass the time” you observe, tiptoeing around his confession.

“Yeah, well, that was years ago anyways” Eddie states, one hand gesturing vaguely in the air as he suddenly turns more serious.

“I used to run away from… domestic altercations as well, you know?” You decide to tell him, the blurred, distant memory of you and Dustin’s father briefly appearing in your mind, “but I never made it farther than our backyard”.

Eddie scoffs, but as you glance sideways you notice that his smile is back.

“Oh, I see where you got that from then” he tells you jokingly, but you don’t get it straight away.

“What do you mean?” You ask, lifting your leg up as you try to climb over a fallen trunk that’s lying across the path. Eddie, who’s already past it, stops to wait for you, casually leaning against a tree on the side of the trail.

“You basically ran away last night” he states, a hint of amusement mixed with curiosity in his voice.

You stop halfway across your climbing, your legs on either side of the trail as you basically straddle the tree trunk.

“Did I?” You ask in genuine surprise.

Eddie shrugs. “Maybe I’m wrong. Or, maybe you were scared of being alone with the mean and dark metalhead slash drug dealer slash probable satanist” he adds, now clearly teasing you.

However, it’s not hard for you to spot the hint of self-deprecation in his words.

“That's quite a lot of titles for just one person” you carefully observe, finally catching up with him as you both start walking again.

“Well, what can I say - go big or go home” Eddie states, the trademark lilt in his voice making its comeback as you approach a turn in the path.

Since the brief pause you took to climb over the trunk made you lose sight of the kids for a moment, you expect to see them as soon as you turn around the corner - and you do see them, but they’re a bit farther away than you thought. But, closer to you on the trail, there’s a little boy sitting on the ground. As you and Eddie approach him, you both notice that he’s sniffling.

“Hey, Tim” you address him by his name as you get down on one knee to be on his level, Eddie standing behind you with a curious look on his face. “Are you okay? What’s wrong?”

Tim tears up and shakes his head without uttering a single word. He’s a regular at camp and you know he’s had a few problems in the past with bullies - his parents always made sure to warn the director and ask him to keep an eye on him, even if it was supposed to be just a school-related issue. And, of course, the director made sure to warn all counselors as well, the camp policy contemplating zero tolerance for such behaviors. That's why your first thought is that, maybe, something of that kind has just happened.

“Tim” you address him again, softly placing one of your hands on his knee. “You know you can talk to me, right? About anything. I promise you’re not in trouble, but I need to know why you’re upset so we can try to make it better”.

Tim finally looks up at you and nods slightly.

“That’s great. Thank you for trusting me” you continue, squeezing his knee as reassuringly as you can. “Now, did someone hurt you, or say something bad?”

Tim lets out a little sob, and nods again. “Peter Carver said…” he begins, but tears block the words in his throat. You give him some time to collect himself, and as he starts to speak again the rustling of the leaves on the ground behind you tells you Eddie is taking a step closer.

“Hey, you two” Patrick’s voice suddenly booms through the woods, “what’s taking you so long?”

You roll your eyes and Eddie turns towards him almost menacingly.

“Shut the hell up, will you?” He exclaims, causing Patrick’s gaze to darken as he starts walking towards you, all the kids eyes now turned to the three of you.

You stand up quickly and place yourself between Eddie and Patrick - the last thing that’s needed right now is a stupid scene, so you keep your cool as, for the first time in months, you address Patrick.

“Look, everything is fine” you begin, almost startling him. “We’re having a little chat with Tim, here. Why don’t you guys go ahead in the meantime? We’ll catch up with you in a minute”.

Patrick’s gaze goes back and forth between you, Eddie and Tim, but he doesn’t bother to reply - he simply nods and walks away, soon followed by an astonished Jenna and the rest of Group B.

Now that everything is quiet again, you take a deep breath and kneel back down to Tim. Eddie stands there, listening attentively.

“Sorry about that” you tell Tim with a smile. “What were you saying about Peter?”

The kid visibly gulps. “Peter said that if I talk to him again he’s going to lock me out of the cabin tonight, and Victor Creel will get me and kill me in the woods” he finally blurts out, tears streaming down his cheeks as he starts sobbing again.

You sigh. That was predictable, Peter being Jason Carver’s devilish little brother. You’re surely going to report this later to the camp director, but first you need to try and make Tim feel better so he can finish the hike and go back to camp - even if you have no idea who this Victor Creel might be.

“I see” you begin, looking at Tim straight in the eyes, “but I promise you there is nothing to be scared about. Peter will not lock you out and there is surely no boogeyman in the woods that will come for you. Just a few nice squirrels that want to climb trees and eat lots of nuts” you say, ruffling Tim’s hair and causing him to smile a little. “What about we finish this hike and once we’re back to camp we sneak into the kitchen and get you an extra piece of chocolate? Then I will make sure that Peter won’t bother you anymore. How does that sound?”

Tim seems almost convinced at first, but he still doesn’t move an inch from his seat, his eyes now back on the ground.

You slightly turn around to throw an eloquent glare at Eddie, silently asking him for some support. Eddie seems a little taken aback, but as he casually coughs he kneels down next to you.

“Look, kid” he finally says, his voice getting Tim’s attention. “Bullies are mean and scary. And they suck, I know. You could say they are like… trolls”

Tim looks at him in surprise as Eddie starts gesturing vaguely with his hands, while you look in amusement at his theatricals.

“Ugly, smelly trolls that live in dirty caves and come at you with a club in their chubby hands, screaming stupid words with growls and snarls” Eddie continues, interpreting each and every word with a different tone, making Tim giggle as he dries his tears. “But, when a troll comes your way, there is something you can do - do you know what Hobbits are?” He interrupts himself for a second until Tim shakes his head hesitantly.

Eddie drops his arms in defeat. “That’s not good, man. Lord of the Rings? Nothing?” He asks Tim, but as you elbow him in the side, he gets the cue and resumes his speech. “Well, Tim, Hobbits are little creatures with quite big feet - very similar to us, just smaller” he continues, “but they are brave, and smart. They know how to sneak around trolls, how to trick them with words or even how to fight them sometimes, even if they are scared. So, if a bully comes for you like a troll, be like a Hobbit - be smarter, wiser, and fight the hell -“

“Aaaand that’s all you need to do, Tim” you interrupt Eddie, before his lesson goes beyond what is appropriate to teach a kid, “always stand your ground and never respond to violence with violence” you underline, throwing an expressive side glance to a now innocently smiling Eddie. “Now, what about we get up and catch up with the others? I bet your friends are missing you” you finally ask the kid as you stand up again.

Tim seems definitely better, even if his eyes are still a little red from crying. He gets up and after flashing a quick grin at Eddie, he starts heading back to the group, which is now farther along the trail.

“Seems like it worked” you observe, as both you and Eddie resume walking as well. “He’s going to be the next Frodo Baggins now”.

Eddie’s face lightens up with the same excitement that you noticed last night at the mention of D&D.

“I was thinking more of Bilbo, but I wasn’t expecting you to know the reference” he says, the tilted smile back on his lips.

“You really must think I live under a stone or something” you joke, turning your head to look at him. “you know that The Hobbit and Lord of the Rings are quite well known, yeah?”

Eddie blushes slightly, and he drops his head a little to cover the redness of his cheeks with his wavy hair.

“Yeah, sure” he says, “it’s just… you don’t hear a lot of people talking about it at school or in general - and when they do, they usually make fun of it. As if it wasn’t better than throwing balls into laundry baskets or-”

You let out a heartfelt laugh, interrupting him mid-sentence. “God, I really need to introduce you to my brother and his friends”.

— 🏕 —

The rest of the hike goes by pretty smoothly, without further incidents. You all keep walking until you reach a clearing among the trees, where you decide to stop to eat your sandwiches and let the kids get some rest before heading back towards camp.

As you sit in the tall, luscious grass, you can’t help but enjoy your surroundings: the warm breeze rustling the leaves above you, the refreshing feeling of the trees’ shade protecting you from the early afternoon sun, the nearby creek offering its freezing waters as the perfect pick-me-up for your heated skin.

If it weren’t for the distant presence of Patrick and Jenna, who are occasionally throwing glances in your direction and muttering God knows what, it would truly be a perfect moment. But, thankfully, Eddie’s company is enough to keep you distracted and entertained.

You keep making small talk, exchanging opinions on books, on which you seem to have similar taste, and music - on which your preferences couldn’t be more diverse. You don’t have a strictly favorite genre, as your playlists can easily range from Abba to The Clash - while, predictably, he mostly listens to heavy metal, which you’ve never really dipped your feet into.

You also find out, much to your surprise, that he has a band.

“Corroded Coffin” he proudly states as the takes the last bite of his sandwich, his back leaning on a tree at the edge of the clearing, where you’re sitting.

“That’s actually a cool name. Very fitting” you observe, laying down in the grass in the sunlight. “So it’s you and…?”

“Well, there’s four of us” he replies, brushing a few crumbles off of his camp t-shirt, “Gareth’s in it, and Jeff too - I don’t know if you know him, but he’s at this damned camp as well”.

You nod uncertainly, supposing he’s the one Steve went on a hike and made “friends” with yesterday.

“We play at the Hideout sometimes” Eddie continues, his eyes closed as he enjoys the last few moments of rest. “Even if we have a crowd of about… five drunks”.

You giggle, the image of the late teens' band entertaining a small group of older bikers appearing in your mind. “I bet they’re very passionate fans” you state, and you kind of wonder how would it actually be to witness one of their concerts. Fun is what your mind comes up with.

“You, uhm.. you could come see us” Eddie tentatively proposes, opening one eye to look at you and catch your reaction. “It would be a nice change in the audience, y’know. Having someone who’s not older than 50”.

You didn’t expect the invite and you actually don’t know whether to take it seriously, but the idea is surprisingly appealing to you - so you opt for a “yeah, that’d be cool” that causes Eddie to flash you one of his dimply smiles.

Around four o’clock, everyone gets up and you get ready to head back to camp. The sun shines bright above the trees, casting glittering specks of light on the ground as its rays filter through the branches and leaves.

You and Eddie are talking a little less now - tiredness making you both more silent and absorbed in your thoughts. But you notice how, just like this morning, the silence is never uneasy or awkward: you’re unexpectedly okay with just enjoying each other’s company.

Your enthusiasm kicks back in once you notice that the camp’s cabins are now visible again through the trees in the distance. You’re already enjoying the feeling of a refreshing shower and the taste of the pizza that’s been promised for dinner by Mrs. Janet - when, suddenly, you lose your balance and find yourself face-first into the ground.

“Woah, Henderson, are you okay?” Eddie exclaims, rushing to your side to help you up. He offers you his hand and you absentmindedly take it - and just as your hand brushes with his and his heavy rings dig into your skin, a fluttering feeling rises up in your stomach - faint, but just strong enough for you to notice. It’s probably because you’re not used to people (guys) touching you anymore, you suppose.

“I’m fine, I think” you reply, still in surprise at your fall. As you struggle to your feet, you notice that you’ve tripped on a large root coming up from the ground; your eyes follow it back into the woods and you catch a glimpse of a… hole? A cave?

“What do you think that is?” You ask Eddie, pointing towards the hole in the ground that is half hidden by the vegetation.

Eddie squints his eyes to try and see better, but only ends up shaking his head, the chocolate brown of his hair catching golden stripes of late afternoon sunlight. “Wouldn’t know” he replies, his body already turning to catch up with everyone else on their way to camp, but he stops as soon as he notices you disappearing among the trees.

“Henderson! Wait” He exclaims, his voice rising by an octave as he sprints after you, his forehead barely avoiding a few lower branches as he curses.

In the meantime, you’ve reached the cavity, which you’ve suddenly decided to investigate because of two reasons. One, if there’s a cave or a deep hole, it could be dangerous for the kids, who sometimes may wander beyond the camp’s boundaries to play; two, because you’ve noticed a dark glimmer on the ground next to it and your curious nature won’t let you sleep tonight if you don’t put a name to it first.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Eddie says, panting, as you kneel on the ground next to the hole - which is not going straight downwards, but it's more like the edge of a man-sized cave on the side of a small hill.

“I’m looking” you tell Eddie. And you do look, which allows you to notice that the dark thing that was glimmering is, actually, a… black vine?

“I really wouldn’t do that” Eddie warns you as you stretch your hand towards the dark, shiny root. As soon as you touch it, a loud “Ew” escapes your mouth as a transparent, slimy substance that resembles some kind of resin sticks to your hand.

“Told ya” Eddie states, plain disgust appearing on his face as he takes a step back from you, now trying to remove the substance by wiping your hand on the grass.

“I think there’s more” you observe, getting closer to the entrance as you spot more black vines twisting inside. “What kind of plant is this? I’ve never seen anything like it before”.

As Eddie realizes that you’re getting closer to the cave, he rushes to your side and tugs at your shirt, yanking you back and away from it.

“Can you stop touching it?” He exclaims, catching you by surprise. “I have no idea what that shit is, but it surely doesn’t look good - it might be toxic, for christ’s sake!”

You let a small laugh escape you at his sudden alarm, lifting your hands up in surrender. “Okay, Munson, calm down” you tell him, getting up on your feet again. “I won’t touch it anymore”.

“Very good” Eddie finally states, one hand running through his hair, “Can we go back now? I really need a shower and you can rush to Mr. Smithson and tell him about your discovery here, ‘kay?”

“Okay, fine” you agree with a small smile as you both start walking back to the path in silence. This time, however, the silence is a bit less relaxed.

You furtively glance up at Eddie, who seems lost in his thoughts, and you finally decide to speak.

“It don’t think it was dangerous, you know?” You softly observe, somehow feeling a little guilty about… scaring him? Making him worry? Although you still can’t quite understand his reaction to the vines.

“It might not, or it might have been” Eddie replies, his hands deep in the pockets of his signature black jeans, “I learned the hard way that in real life it’s better not to take too many risks. Outside of D&D” he adds with a sigh, “I am no hero”.

You nod in understanding. “It’s actually very reasonable” you observe, taking a moment before asking the next question - which involves something you’re now kind of dying to know. “So, what is your character like? Is he a… how’s it called, a paladin?” You finally ask him.

Eddie smiles, turning towards you with a smug expression in his eyes. “I’m actually the Dungeon Master” he says. The awkward silence and his thoughtful look are now completely gone.

“Wow” you exclaim, slowing your pace as you walk down the last, slightly downhill section of the path, which is now running on the right side of the Lovers Lake. “That sounds cool, actually”.

“It is” Eddie confirms with a shrug, the smile never leaving his lips. Then he turns to you and this time he’s the one carrying a burning question. “If you played one adventure, what character would you like to be?”.

You blush a little, because you’ve actually thought about it once or twice, especially after hearing Dustin’s reports of his party’s campaigns - which led you to do some casual research on the characters’ races and classes. And you blush a little also because you perfectly understand that, for Eddie, this question might be quite relevant in order to have a more definite opinion of you - and, you have to admit to yourself, you actually want to make a good impression.

“I’m no expert” you begin, your gaze lingering on the glittering waters of Lovers Lake, the first cabins appearing on your right, “but I think I’d like to be a half-elf bard. Get the best of both worlds, you know - humans and elves, magic and music. And I’d love to be a princess of some kind, maybe from some fallen royal family or escaping an arranged marriage… Please don’t make fun of me” you exclaim after your explanation, the redness on your cheeks getting more intense by the second as you notice the upside-down smile on Eddie’s lips.

“That might actually be a nice idea for a cool back story” he friendly replies, instead, making you feel a bit relieved. “And I’ll let you in on a little secret, Henderson” he’s quick to add, “When I used to play as a character, I was a bard, too”.

Your smile is now matching his, and you suddenly realize that you’ve stopped walking as you’ve now reached his cabin. You look around to see if Steve's nearby so you can say hi, but he's nowhere to be seen.

“So” Eddie observes, eyes scanning the room through the window, “Seems like Harrington is still out, probably flirting with chicks or something. Perfect timing for me and my shower, though" he adds.

Then, he turns to you with two fingers on his forehead, mocking a military salute. "Guess I’ll see you later, then, Henderson”.

“Yeah, sure” you reply, your thumbs up as you turn back to make your way towards your cabin as well.

But first, something comes up in your mind. “Oh, and Munson” you suddenly say, making Eddie stop halfway through the door. “I didn’t, by the way”.

“Didn’t what?” Eddie asks as he turns to you, eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“Run away” you specify with a small smile. “Last night, I mean”.

“Oh” Eddie replies, leaning against the wooden doorframe with a smirk as he recalls what he’s told you back in the woods. “That’s good to know, princess”.

When you enter your cabin and lock the door behind you, greeting Robin with a hug and listening to her as she recounts the day she’s spent trying to make some kids play volleyball without hurting themselves every other second, that princess is still echoing in your thoughts.

— 🏕 —

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