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octuscle · 10 months

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Life in France is amazing ! I couldn't be happier with my handsome boyfriend Claude, holding hands and kissing not caring what people thought of us, living the life in Amiens.

We were on our daily walk around the city when a random sprinkler broke and completely soaked us with water ! The landcapist, a thirty-ish man started to apologize in spanish though I couldn't understand a thing. Luckily Claude had taken some classes after work and after a bit of laughing and joking around everything was fine.

José, as he was called, offered us some exchange clothes, Claude refused but as I was completely wet, clothes heavy and shoes filled with water, I gladly accepted. He gave me some of his spare clothes : thin work pants and a simple white shirt. Both were way to big for me but I wouldn't be wearing them for long, José even offered me to change in the back of his van which I gladly accepted too.

Claude and I rapidly walked back home so we could clean ourselves. He told me I was quite handsome in the Gardening clothes and went right to the bathroom, while I stayed back, thinking about what my boyfriend just said. With a malicious grin I took his phone and opened the app he had shown me last week. We had used it once to have some fun but remained cautious since a single wrong manipulation could seriously mess with our lives.

I selected myself as a target, and activated "Change to fit environment" and set the timer for three days. I then went to Claude's profile and made him oblivious to all the changes. This will be fun ! I took my working clothes off and joined my boyfriend in the shower.

The next day I woke at 5 am, Claude was still sleeping and I myself didn't manage to go back to sleep. That's when it hit me ! I was supposed to work for a big client today ! I knew this memory wasn't mine but I didn't care, I just had to get along and the changes would happen themselves ! Claude was in for a big surprise once I made him aware of the changes again !

I put on my working clothes which were still too big for me and went on my way taking the bus to one of the nicer parts of Amiens where all the rich people lived. On the ride I noticed how my muscles were swelling the closer I got to my destination, my feet were nicely filling my work boots and my shirt was stretched by my chest. My hands and fingers got thicker and meatier, callouses formed on them like I had done a lot of manual labor. I couldn't help but explore my bigger face, pressing my fingers on my plump lips, feeling my shorter hair.

I flexed my swollen arms and stretched my legs, noticing how nicely I fit José's clothes like they were almost made for me. Speaking of José, I could see him stationing our van in front of this massive property. The client wanted us to install a massive colorful flowerbed for some marriage of one of his grandsons. I managed to overhear some bits of conversation, his grandson was gay, and will be marrying another man called Claude, how odd !

José and I went ahead and started digging up the ground. I remembered applying at his company for an apprenticeship, it was hard to communicate at first since he spoke little french, but he was impressed how fast and well I could get the work done, so after my apprenticeship he hired me as a full time employee.

As we were planting the last flowers, the sun was already setting and it was too late for us to drive across the city to go home, so we simply slept in my car, that I had parked there this morning. I sent a rapid text to Claude, letting him know I'd not come home tonight since I needed to finish some work.

The next morning I woke up in José's arms. He held me tight against him and I started panicking a little, we weren't clothed ! But he didn't seem to mind, he just stroked across my stomach, ruffling through the thick hair growing there. This seemed to calm me a little as I turned around and to him in my arms too, resting my head on his. Our legs entangled and we fell asleep again for another hour.

When we woke up again we rapidly changed for work, my body was stretching the pants and the shirt but I didn't mind showing off. In fact I found it quite exciting as I chuckled dumbly. José started to explain to me what needed to be done today and I answered in a lacking french, some Spanish words finding their way in my speech.

As we were trimming hedges big beads of sweat started appearing on my darkening skin, I was now properly tan, as my hair changed from brown to thick black strands. More hair covered my arms, and my legs, making me progressively look more and more like José, except that I was still ten years younger than him. I wanted to let Claude know that I was coming home early today as we had been particularly fast with work today, but then I thought about surprising him with some fresh flowers from the florist around the corner. José told me he wanted to finish watering the flowers we planted yesterday, and told me to go home before him since he didn't need more help. Thanking him, I took my car and drove back home.

The apartment I opened wasn't the one I knew. It was more messy but bigger, tools were lying around here and there, while fresh clothes were strung all around our apartment. I went straight to the bathroom and took a shower first, Claude didn't seem to be home so I then made myself a fast microwave dinner before dropping down In front of the TV. Everything was in Spanish, I had a hard time understanding what all the different characters were saying, but it became more clearer as time went by, I could grasp more and more words and even found myself laughing my ass off at the different jokes that were being made. Soon José came home, kissing me on the lips before going to take a shower. Wait ? Where was Claude ?! I took out my phone and wanted to write to him but it suddenly got smaller and smaller before folding in on itself and becoming one of these older Nokias !

I started to panic as I tried to find his number in the smaller phone ! I couldn't find it anywhere ! I tried to explain the situation to José but he just told me to stop trying to speak French, and that I should stick to Spanish, he couldn't understand a bit ! Not knowing what to do, I lay myself on the couch before rapidly falling asleep.

The next morning I woke up next to my fiancée. Wait, no ! I'm supposed the be with Claude ! I went out of bed but stumbled as my body had changed again overnight. My legs were thick as tree stumps, my arms and biceps had swollen again. I had developed a slight belly too, hiding my abs under a slight layer of fat ! Looking in the mirror revealed an older face, like I had aged ten years during my sleep ! I need to find Claude's phone before the day is over !

I first started to look for our old place, but instead of finding Claude's apartment there was an old lady living there, telling me the last tenant had moved in with his rich boyfriend three years ago ! That's when I remembered the wedding !

I went to my car, speeding to the property we had last worked on, not noticing my vehicle becoming bigger, whiter, transforming into a big van. When I arrived back at the villa I saw Claude holding hands with another man ! I tried to cross the gate but they couldn't understand me ! They didn't even want to let me through ! I need to get to my employers phone before the timer reaches 0 ! I don't want to be stuck as a gardener !

Sequel from @gkutfdvnn to https://www.tumblr.com/octuscle/721304900555915264/my-french-roommate-is-going-through-a-tough?source=share

Whew! This is by far the longest request I've ever received…. And accordingly, it took a bit longer to process. But I'm afraid I can't do much more here either. Claude is as good as married. And José and you, you love each other. I must also say that the result of your transformation is pretty cool. Hermano, ¡te ves bien!

I just changed a few little things on you so that you and José can have a lot of fun.

José is a really good catch! Hermano, hold on to this one as best you can. But since you've been working out more and taking care of your diet, that shouldn't be a problem. Nobody can get out of your arms so easily…

And what you can't do with your arms, you can do with your smile. I admit, this was probably all planned quite differently. But make the best of it. You are an even more beautiful couple than Claude and you were.

#male tf #muscle tf #reality change #chronivac #tank top #race change #male transformation

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matchbet-allofthetime · 1 year

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Finally Found Home

Dante x reader, slight platonic Vergil x reader

Word Count: 1013

A/N: a lot of feels about my relationship with the only parent i have rn and it was crippling, so i'd hoped by writing this, i could… idk, get some of it out. also unedited, but i think i did okay. please enjoy! and be comforted if it is needed by you. <3

Warnings: use of the word 'fuck' once, 'damn' once, descriptions of panic attacks, crying, and then being comforted by Dante (and briefly by Vergil) bc i have a mighty need to be cradled right about now. dante also calls reader 'baby', 'darling', and 'sweetheart' requests are open, as well :D

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The shatter of glass made my arms raise up above my head in shock. Bracing for what I knew, logically, wouldn't come, I sigh shakily. I will my arms down. I look down, only to see the shattered remnants of one of Vergil's favourite teacups. Hot tears kiss my eyelashes, before falling, crashing down like a wave. I, like the teacup, shatter.

I collapse, just barely missing the shards in front of me, the hot tea soaking into the material of my pants. I've bruised my knees- I can tell by the way they ache and the loudness of my *thunk* as I hit the floor. Gentle hands go to grab at me to comfort me, but I flinch. Stupid, stupid- I'm muttering, aren't I? A voice trails in, strong arms scooping me up, a nose being buried into my hair. I just keep crying. I don't even know who's picked me up. Was I in trouble? Am I in trouble...? I didn't mean to, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I-

"You're not in trouble, jesus, I promise. I'm worried about you, that's all. You damn near cracked the floor when you fell." Dante's voice curls through my hateful thoughts right as he opens the door to his room with his boot. He refuses to let me go. He sets me gently on his bed. "Okay, baby, what's wrong? I've never seen you like this before. Tell me what's up, sweetheart, I'm worried like hell." His voice is nearly frantic and his brows are furrowed where he sits in front of me, hands holding mine comfortingly. I didn't know I had said any of my thoughts out loud. I try to croak out a response despite the lump in my throat.

It comes out hoarse. "I'm so sorry I broke it, Vergil's gonna hate me, it was one of his favourite sets, I'm so terrible, I'm sorry, I really didn't mean to-" My voice spills like a pouring cup and Dante hushes me, drawing himself up just far enough to lean down and rest his forehead to mine. Warm. Dante was always so warm. He frees one hand to rub at my cheeks, only to feel my now-empty hand grasp frantically at his.

His hand links back into mine, tightening his fingers around my smaller ones. "Okay, okay, it's okay. Darling, he's not upset, he's not gonna hate you. In fact, he's worried sick about you. I asked if he'd clean up the accident, and then he could check on you. He wants to make sure you're okay, he really isn't worried about a silly teacup, even if it was one of his favourite sets. He's not upset and I'm not either. And we're sure as fuck not gonna hit you, okay?" He kisses my forehead gently, then he walks away momentarily, going to his bathroom.

He calls out. "Hey, sweetheart, could you take off your jeans for me? I've gotta make sure your knees are okay." I nod, despite him being unable to see me, and shuffle out of my tea-soaked pants. I would put them in the hamper in the corner, but I can hardly move my legs properly. He walks out and smiles softly, before kneeling before me again. A warm, damp washcloth drags against the skin of my knees and Dante's eyes darken when he sees the already-bruised flesh.

He cleans me gently, before putting antibiotic ointment on my knees and putting large bandaids over both. I sniffle and rub at my tired eyes. He looks up at me and then moves to put the washcloth back in the bathroom and tosses me pants into his hamper. Dante walks to his closet before pulling out one of his big sweaters- a green one, knitted and warm- and he walks back to me, slipping the garment over me. He kneels far enough to place kisses on my bandaged knees.

I tear up again, Dante's soft hands coming to wipe them away. He kisses my nose and picks me back up, lays on the bed, and cradles me in his arms as he covers us both up. "I don't know what's wrong, but I do know you and I know you don't like talking about your family much. Or your childhood. And that's okay. I will NEVER do what they might've done to you and I can promise Verge won't either. Nero for damn sure won't. We all care about you too much. So for now, you try to get some sleep and if you want me to, I can wake you once Vergil comes up. Sound good, sweetheart?" He says, tucking me into him and curling his thick comforter around me. I nod into his chest. His hand comes up to gently pull the sleeves of his sweater over my knuckles.

He smiled softly, before pressing a few sweet, worried kisses on my head. "Alright, I'll do that then. Just promise me you'll try to get a bit of sleep, yeah?" He continues, before pausing. He speaks up again. "I love you, sweetheart. Don't forget that. Now sleep, okay? Nero should be on his way home with stuff for dinner. I love you. So, so, so much." As he finishes, he presses more and more kisses into my hair and I sigh softly as I melt into him and his warmth. He was always so good to me.

As I drift off, I hear the door open and hear a muted conversation and soft voices I knew so well. They only serve to help me drift off farther.

I hear a few bits of the exchange as my mind finally begins to fade off fully and I smile softly as I feel Vergil's weight next to me on the bed. I feel his hand running gingerly through my hair.

"Are they alright, Dante?"

"I don't know. But they're always gonna be safe with us. And thanks for cleaning it."

"No trouble at all, brother. And yes, we will always keep them safe. They are our home."

"Yes they are, brother mine."

#Dante Sparda #Dante Sparda x reader #Dante x reader #DMC x reader #DMC #DMC 5 #Devil May Cry #DMC Vergil Sparda #DMC Dante #Vergil Sparda x reader #Platonic!Vergil x reader #comfort fic #DMC Dante x reader #DMC Vergil x reader #dohma.txt

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mazeinthemiroh · 2 years

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the txt boys have my whole heart it’s actually painful 😭 so if you aren’t too swamped w requests (i assume you got a lot after coming back) could you do a reaction for them where they have to wear a complicated outfit, like a harness or something strapless or wtv, and their crush is a stylist and has to help them put it on? they’re just so 🥹 thank you!!

txt when their stylist crush helping them

genre: fluff, slightly suggestive

word count: 0.7k

warnings: none

pls like and reblog if you enjoyed! feel free to request anything <3

soobin

he's all flustered and kind of stressed out when part of the harness came loose right before he was about to go on stage. soobin's the type of person who needs everything to be perfect right before a big event or a concert. he needs to know that things are running smoothly. luckily, being his stylist, you rushed back to him to see if he needed any help. just seeing your smiling face made him relax. what was even more adorable was when your face scrunched up with concentration, eyebrows furrowing and eyes figuring out what the problem was. he found you so endearing. once you helped to adjust his harness properly, he could barely speak, feeling giddy. you gave him a smile and told him he would do great! all he could let out was a small, shy "thank you..." before getting ready to go on stage. i think it's safe to say that he would be thinking of you the whole time.

yeonjun

yeonjun is usually quite confident in himself, which means when things go wrong for him, it usually comes as a surprise, and he usually gets frustrated with himself. today, he was wearing a mesh top with much bigger holes in it than he had ever worn before, showing off pretty much his whole upper body. he was getting braver and braver with these types of outfits. the only trouble was it was really difficult for him to get on by himself. he kept shoving his arm in the wrong hole 💀 so eventually you came over and offered to help. he had a little pout on his face when he caught the members laughing at him out of the corner of his eyes, but once you reassured him that this happens all the time, he felt less foolish. he flashed you a little grin and thanked you for helping him. his cheeks felt warm by how closer you were to him, and you noticed a playful sparkle in his eyes as he left...

beomgyu

it was ridiculous, to be honest. this outfit wasn't chosen by you. and it showed. there was no way you would have approved this outfit on beomgyu. because, to put it plainly, it didn't fit him. you watched backstage in horror as you saw those stupid, baggy trousers slide further and further down his body to the point where they were on the verge of falling off completely. beomgyu couldn't stop laughing, as he awkwardly tried to shuffle the trousers back up. he was soon rushed off-stage by the other members and into the arms of you. "take your trousers off, now." he could've died on the spot. his grin grew even wider at your remark, but by that time you had shoved in his hands a new pair of trousers that actually fit him. "damn, i've never known someone more eager to take off my pants before."

taehyun

he was performing blue hour on stage, and all the stylists and other staff had huddled up to watch on one of the screens backstage. you couldn't help but notice that he was struggling with the choreography. he kept stumbling in certain parts, which wasn't like him at all. but you then realised that his long, bootleg jeans kept getting caught underneath the black, slightly healed boots he was wearing. so when he came off stage, you came to him, suddenly kneeling down to help him tuck the bottom of his trousers into the boots instead, so it wouldn't interfere with his performance and still looked good. when you stood back up you realise you hadn't said a word to him and became a flustered mess. but he smiled widely and chuckled. "ahh thanks for helping me with that, i didn't even have to ask you!" he gave you a little wink before heading back out on stage.

hueningkai

hueningkai absolutely hated to complain but the tight leather material of his strapped top kept digging into his shoulder blades, so when he danced on stage it made his movements awkward and uncomfortable. when he went back to get his make-up touched up, he caught sight of you. it took him everything to muster up the courage to talk to you. "uhum... y/n? do you think, uh, if you could loosen the straps a bit more? they're a little tight," he let out a sheepish laugh but as he saw you immediately come to help him, he realised he didn't have to be as nervous as he was. you helped him in no time, and he sighed with relief, not to mention the bright red blush on his face from the feeling of your hands on his back...

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cherrycola27 · 11 months

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Hi, it's me. It's your tumblr bestie, it's me 🖤

Sorry, couldn't help myself with the lil T. Swift jingle.

I'm here to request a Dagger Deities blurb for Mr. Jake Seresin as Ares. This combo really says angsty smut to me (hate fuck, maybe?!), but totes up you—maybe you turn it on its head for a fluffy lil blurb about the god of war. Work your magic, babe—put us on that rollercoaster!

Jay! You know me and my weaknesses so well! I hope you enjoy:

smut below the cut

Battle Plans:

You rubbed your temples with your fingers to try and fend off the headache that you could feel coming on. If you had to listen to Rear Admiral Seresin drone on about the strike plan he had come up with one more time, you were going to lose it.

You were the strategic analyst. You were the one who knew the data. Hell, you were the one who had spent nights and nights in his office with him drawing up these plans.

But yet, here he was, taking credit for it. God, you couldn't stand him. His blonde hair slightly graying at the temples, his strong jaw line, the way he always had a stupid fucking toothpick in his mouth.

What a cocky son of a bitch he was.

He is the youngest officer ever promoted to admiral status, and he didn't let anyone forget it.

He was barely ten years your senior, yet he still treated you like a child when it came to working with you.

You let out a groan that you thought was quiet enough to where he wouldn't hear it, but as if on cue, his head snapped towards you. You made eye contact with him as he narrowed his eyes and flipped that God forsaken toothpick around with his tongue.

"Do you have something to add Commander Grotto?" He asked you with a smirk.

You sat up and rolled back your shoulders. "Actually, Admiral Seresin, I do. I think that the angle at which you've estimated the trajectory of the explosives is off a few degrees. I believe I informed you of that a few days ago." You smirked back at him.

There were a few snickers from the group. You saw Jake's jaw tick. "Well, how about we dismiss for the day, and you and I can go over the plans once more in my office, Commander Grotto." Jake said as he narrowed his eyes at you.

You held eye contact with him as the rest of the people in the room left. You filed out at the end and stormed down the hallway to Jake's office. Being the low admiral on the totem pole, his office was in a far tucked away corner off the main hallway, away from everyone else.

You huffed as your boots made contact with the linoleum tiles. You could hear Jake calling your name, but you didn't wait for him.

He finally caught up to you at his office door. He unlocked it while you tapped your foot impatiently.

The moment it was unlocked, he pushed it open and hauled you in by your elbow.

He pushed you up against the door and crashed his lips to yours. Your hands tangled in his hair as he reached behind you to draw the curtain closed and lock the bolt. He pushed a chair in front of the door for good measure, all while your lips explored every inch of his neck and jaw line.

"You like embarrassing me in front of everyone, don't you? Like showing off how smart you are? I bet you're so fucking wet from showing off. If I put my hand in those lacy little panties of yours, I would find them absolutely soaked, wouldn't I?" He groans against your lips.

You moan in response. "I love it when you show off. My smart girl, gets me so fucking hard." He pants as he pulls you away from the door.

"Nothing to say? I haven't even touched you yet, and I've already got you stupid for me." He snickers as he lifts you to carry you to his desk. With one swipe of his hand, the dark oak surface is cleared.

He drops you down on the surface and you squeak. Sometimes, you forget how strong he his.

He kisses you again before he pulls back to look at you. He's right, you're already a fucked out mess and he has barely put his hands on you.

You open your mouth to say something, but before you can, he pulls your hips to the edge of his desk and pops the button of your uniform pants. He sinks to his knees and taps your hips.

You lift them, and Jake pulls them and your panties down in one swoop.

"Just like I thought, soaked for me." Jake says when he is eye level with your dripping cunt.

He wastes no time surging forward and wrapping his lips around your clit. Your hands fly forward and grip his hair as a wanton moan leaves your mouth.

Jake pops up from between your legs and delivers a slap to your pussy.

"You'd better keep it down Sledge, would hate for your uncle to hear what an absolute slut his niece is for me." He chuckles.

You huff and roll your eyes. Jake loved to needle you about the fact that you were Admiral Cain's niece.

"Just shut the fuck up and do something useful with your mouth for once." You tell him.

Jake cocks his head a looks at you.

"Now, Commander Grotto, is that any way to talk to your superior officer?" Jake teases you.

"I thought you liked our verbal sparing? I mean, you did always say the God of War liked a challenge. Didn't you Ares? Or are you still hung up on me calling you Hangman?" You shoot back.

Jake groans at the sound of his real name, leaving your lips. You were the only one who knew his little secret, and it made the whole interaction between the two of you even hotter.

"Or, would you prefer it if I called you Daddy?" You smirked.

"Fuck, darlin. Say it again." He groaned.

"C'mon, Daddy. Put that smart mouth of yours to work." You say.

Jake surges forward and laps at your center like a starved man. He sinks two thick fingers deep into you and curls them. You can feel the band of his Naval Academy ring against your walls as scissors you open.

Lewd, wet sounds fill the air as he eats you like a starved man.

"Fuck, fuck, Jake, Ares—Daddy! Just like that!" You cry out as your thighs cage in his head. You grind your center against his mouth and arch your back as you cum.

Jake works you through your high before pulling off of you with a wet pop.

He gives you no time to collect yourself before he is flipping you around and bending you over his desk. One of his large hands pushes you flat against the cool wood while the other undoes his belt and fly. He pushes his pants and boxers down just enough to free himself before sinking into you without warning.

He gives you no time to adjust to his size before he is pistoning his hips into you.

Breathless pants and pitiful cries of his name leave your parted lips.

"Love how you sound when you take my cock." He praises you.

"You want everyone to hear how much of a whore you are for your Admiral don't you Sledge? Want everyone to know how good your Admiral fucks you?" He asks you.

You don't respond. That earns you a harsh smack to your ass.

"I asked you a question!" He demands.

"Yes! Yes! Want everyone to know how good you make me feel, Daddy." You wail.

Jake chuckles and digs his fingers into the flesh at your sides. You clench around him.

"Fuck, you were fucking made for me. You're so fucking tight for me kid. You weren't meant to take my cock. Weren't you?" He groans.

"Yes, Daddy. Fuck. My pussy was made for you Admiral Seresin." You babble out.

Jake growls as you start to rock back to meet his thrusts.

He leans forward and grabs a fist full of your hair, pulling it out of its neatly styled bun. Jake pulls you flush against him and wraps a hand around your throat.

He sees your roll back in your head. He lets go of your hair and starts furiously rubbing circles on your clit before tightening his grip on your airway and fucking up into you. He may be forty-two years old, but Jake never missed a beat.

You're overwhelmed by the pleasure, and your mouth hangs open in a silent scream.

While Jake enjoys fucking you stupid, he loves hearing you even more.

He slaps your clit and you clench around him harder.

"Can feel how close you are, baby. Can feel how bad my pussy wants to cum. I wanna hear you beg for it. Wanna hear you tell everyone one this base who you belong too." He whispers hotly against your ear.

"I belonged to you, Daddy! Please let me cum" You whine.

"No." He states.

"It's your pussy Admiral Seresin. All yours." You preen as he drives you close and closer to the edge.

"Still wrong." He says as he ruts into you.

"Ares—fuck—please—pleasepleaseplease!" you plead with him.

"That's it, that's my girl. Now cum for me." He commands.

You heed his words and cum hard for him. He pushes into you impossibly deeper as you spasm around him.

The fluttering of your walls sends Jake into his own release, and he spills into you.

He slumps forward and presses both of you into his desk as he continues to rock his hips in and out of you.

He pulls up and looks down at where your bodies join. He admires the creamy white ring of your mixed release that has gathered at the base of his cock.

He pulls out, and you groan at the loss of contact. Jake steps back to admire how you look. Your core is on display for him, and he loves watching his cum drip out of you and onto his desk.

He grabs a few tissues from the box that was discarded on the floor and cleans you up before sliding your panties and pants back into place.

You help him get his desk back in order before wrangling your hair back into a bun.

He moves the chair from in front of the door, and you slump down into it.

"So, Mr. War God, did you purposely get the angles wrong during your presentation?" You ask him.

"You tell me, Commander Grotto." He teases you as he leans back and kicks his feet up on his desk. You're about to get up and sit in his lap when there is a knock at his office door.

You both jump up. Jake grabs some files to make it look like the two of you were working as you go to the door.

"Admiral Cain!" You exclaim. "What are you doing here, Uncle Chester?" You ask him as your face flushes.

"I came to see if Admiral Seresin was finished with the reports the two of you were working on." He says to you.

"Yes, sir. I have them right here." Jake says as he slides behind you.

"Wonderful. Thank you, son." Your uncle says. He turns to leave, but before he does he looks back at Jake.

"We are having a cookout at my sister's house this weekend. She and her husband are hosting. There will be lots of other officers there. You should stop by Seresin. I'm sure Sledge would be more than happy to give you the details." Your uncle tells him before walking away.

As soon as he is gone, you close the door and sigh.

"A cookout at your parents' house? Now that sounds like fun." Jake smirks.

"We'd have to be on our absolute best behavior. No funny business." You tell him. He rolls his eyes.

"I'll text you the details." You say.

"And I'll start figuring out how I can fuck you in your childhood bedroom while half the Navy is thirty feet away." He grins before you slip out the door.

#cherrycola27 #ask nik #top gun maverick #top gun #jake seresin smut #hangman smut #the dagger deities #cherrys 2k celly #cherrys 1 year celly

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smurphyse · 11 months

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The Ghosts of Right Now | Spencer Reid

Part 5 of Routine Maintenance

Warnings: arguments, exploding toilets, confessions

Summary: Spencer leaves with the guys to the Falls... but not before getting into an argument with you. Later, someone from his past shows up unannounced.

Getting down the ladder was an adventure in and of itself for both Spencer and Honey. They both only had a hand between the two, but after a few minutes of fumbling they managed to hit sand. Both fairly tipsy for this early in the morning, they walked slowly back to the Inn. Honey hadn't driven anyways, instead walking straight from the clinic. Neither said much, and they strolled instead in silence, waving at the handful of people milling about.

An old four seat jeep was parked in front of the Inn, a tall sandy blond man leaning against it and smoking a cigarette. He watched the street with hyperfocus, sharp eyes catching any movement. Spencer assumed he must be Holly Henson in the military green tee and cargo pants. He even wore military grade boots and a Rangers cap, a man who never really left the war.

His eyes lit up as he spotted Honey, and he flicked the cigarette into the gravel drive before running up to her. He scooped her up in a bone crushing hug, lifting her tiny body up at least a foot and a half in the air. Honey let out an oof as she was gripped tightly, but she looped her arms over his shoulders and hugged him back. Her legs dangled down his front, her feet barely reaching his knees.

"I'm so sorry, Honey Bear," he said in a deep tearful voice. He rocked her from side to side. "I should've been there."

"I'm okay, Holly,"she said softly, cementing Spencer's assumption of who he was. "You didn't do anything wrong."

"No, no," he insisted. This giant man's chin wobbled as he buried his nose into Honey's neck. "If I'd just been brave, you wouldn't have been there and this never would have happened."

Honey wrapped her legs around his waist and squeezed him tighter. "It's a brave man who can admit when something’s not safe for him, Holly. You're the bravest guy I know."

He sniffled as she kissed his temple, then she twisted to point behind her at Spencer, who just stood there awkwardly. Her voice strained as his big arms held her in a death grip.

"Holly, this is Spencer. He's staying at the Inn while Rose fixes his car."

Instead of putting her down, Holly just shifted Honey onto his hip like a toddler. He reached out his left hand to shake Spencer's good one, nearly breaking his fingers in the process.

"It's a good thing you did, man," he said as he let go. "This girl's near and dear to my heart."

"She did all the work," Spencer replied awkwardly.

"Can you put me down now?" Honey asked lightly, but Holly just held her tight and shook his head.

"Nah, I need this for a few more minutes."

That seemed to be enough for Honey, and she just leaned on his shoulder as he turned to the jeep and tightened a latch. The man was massive, but obviously had a very tender heart. He reminded Spencer of Morgan and Alvez, albeit a bit more in touch with his feelings.

Spencer was watching them with begrudging amusement when the door to the auto shop next door opened. The little tinkling of the bell caught their attention, and out walked Rose with a very sheepish looking Rico following closely behind.

Honey wiggled out of Holly's arms, and he set her down gently on the gravel as Rico made his way toward her. His head hung low, ringing his fingers together. Spencer felt bad for him. He was an idiot, but he'd just been trying to defend Honey at the time. Her body coiled tightly, and she crossed her arms over her chest as he approached. Rico reached out a hand but she angled herself away. He nodded to himself and looked down at his shoes.

"I'm so sorry, Honey. I was so drunk, I didn't even thin-," he began, but she cut him off.

"Apologize to him," she growled, pointing a thumb over her shoulder at Spencer. "You could have gotten him killed."

She turned on her heel and patted his shoulder, "Have fun. I have a toilet to fix."

Honey ignored Rico’s pleading gaze as she stomped inside the Inn. He sighed heavily and ran a rough hand over his forehead before meeting Spencer's eyes.

"I'm fine," he told him before he could apologize. "I've taken worse beatings than that."

Rico shook his head. "I should've left when Honey told me to. I was being a jackass and drowning my feelings. I'm sorry you got caught up in it."

Never one for handshakes, but after finding it got him a lot farther and made things easier than telling people he didn't like germs, Spencer just stuck out his hand. Rico stared at it for a moment before taking it.

"My mom says you're a good guy," he said, obviously uncomfortable. "She's a good judge of character. Should've taken her at her word."

"Who's your mom?" Spencer asked as he let him go.

"Collie. She likes that you knew she was Basque. A lot of people don't even know what that is."

"I've traveled a lot. She's really sweet."

"You two done or can we leave?" Rose cut in. He leaned against the jeep, but the slight quirk of his mouth told Spencer he wasn't really irritated. "Lionel's already up waiting for us at the camp."

"I'll just go get changed."

Spencer headed inside the hotel, trudging down the hallway to his room. He pulled his pants out of the plastic bag Dr. Altman had put his things in and took out the key. As he was fumbling with the lock and sticky door, he heard one behind him open.

He turned to see Honey stepping out of her apartment, flashing him a small smile and holding a DeWalt tool bag. She pointed at the door, "Need some help?"

"Sure."

She took over for him, throwing her shoulder into the door and cracking it open. She waved him inside, following him as he stepped through.

"Think you can get this brace off?" Spencer asked. He grabbed his suitcase and tossed it on the bed, letting it bounce before going for the zipper. When he struggled with it she shooed him away and opened it for him.

"Pick one."

Spencer pointed to a blue tee and a darker flannel. Honey unfurled them gently, taking care not to move around his other clothes. She hardly even looked at the suitcase, and Spencer could tell she was going out of her way to not be nosy.

She rounded him without a word and unstrapped the sling from his shoulder, holding his elbow and gently lowering his arm from the strapped position over his chest. Spencer gripped the back of his collar and tried to pull the shirt over, but winced audibly as a pain rocketed through the joint.

"Can I help?" Honey asked cautiously. Her voice was a bit small and hesitant, and Spencer felt an odd flush hit his cheeks.

He nodded once, avoiding turning around to look at her. He didn't know why he suddenly felt so conscious of the fact that she was about to see him without a shirt on. Clearing his throat, Spencer held his shoulders up tight just to feel a bit more confident.

He'd had plenty of one night stands over the last two years, and had little issue taking off his shirt like he had when he was younger. This felt…charged somehow, like there was an electricity in the air between them.

Her fingertips brushed under the hem of his shirt, and in a flash of mild panic he remembered that this shirt likely belonged to Ernesto. Shame flooded across his chest at the thought of making her remove her dead husband's clothing from him. He was nothing to her, just a stranger. He shouldn't have her doing this.

But her hands were so smooth, and as they brushed over his spine Spencer had to close his eyes. She touched him far more gentler than anyone has in a long time. His one night endeavors were fast and hard, just long enough to satisfy his partner and clear his mind for a moment. This wasn't something he'd experienced in years. Probably not since Max, and in truth he hadn't thought of her much since he left DC either.

It was best to leave that all in the past.

Honey stepped in front of him as she eased the shirt over his shoulders, keeping her eye on his swollen joint and wincing at the sight. She folded the shirt carefully and set it on the mattress, running a soft hand over it and sighing before picking up his blue one.

"You should just forgive him," he found himself blurting out. Honey held the shirt midair and cocked her head at him. "Rico wasn't trying to get you injured. He was just trying to help."

She frowned, her brows marring in irritation. "You don't know anything about me and Rico."

"I know he loves you. He just wanted to keep you safe."

"Good for him. Give me your arm." She shook the cotton at him, and he gave her what she asked for.

With a softness he hadn't really seen from her, Spencer couldn't keep his eyes off her as she put his shirt on for him. She even put his flannel on, smoothing down the lapels before reaching for his brace.

"I'm usually in and out of a town. I don't like the idea of getting in between you two."

"There's nothing to get in between," she grumbled back, this time taking his arm without asking first. She slipped it over his arm and shoulder, tightened it gently and slowly. Honey sighed angrily and met his eyes.

She stared at him for a moment, searching his gaze for something he wasn't quite sure of. Crossing her arms over her chest, she tapped her foot in irritation like she had his first night here.

"Why don't you stay anywhere for very long?"

"What do you care?"

She squinted at him, "You're asking about my life. Why shouldn't I ask about yours?"

Spencer ran his free hand over the back of his neck, contemplating if he should even answer. She just watched him expectantly, tapping her damned foot on the hardwood.

"I'm not exactly good company," he spat. "Would you want to put up with me for more than a day or two?"

Honey shrugged, unsatisfied. "There's a lot of people I wouldn't want to spend that much time with, yet they haven't wandered across the country for no reason."

"I have reasons," Spencer gritted out. Who the hell did this girl think she was? She had no right to his life, even if she had saved it. "They're none of your business."

"You know about my dead husband, and I'm sure you know the horrible way he died," she countered, not moving an inch. She was insufferable. "Tit for tat, Mr. Buzzkill."

Spencer's squint somehow was even tighter as he glared at her. "My mom died and I decided I didn't want to live the life I was anymore. I didn't have to take care of her anymore."

"Dead mom's a good excuse to ditch your friends and family instead of admitting you ran away."

"Fuck you."

"No thanks, I only fuck my dead husband's friends," she shot back.

They glared at one another for a few moments, both unrelenting in their aggressive stances and irritation. Her bruises only made him angrier, as did the thought of her dead husband. It made him feel guilty for wanting to throw her on the bed and fuck the fight out of her.

Finally, she cracked. Her lip twitched up into a smile, and before he knew it Spencer was laughing with her. It petered out after a few seconds but it dissipated most of the tension in the room. Honey brushed back her hair with a shaky hand before pointing at the Thunderbird Soccer League shirt.

"I'll get this back to Mattie May," she murmured, picking it up. She held it to her chest and ran her thumb along the faded logo, trying to seem braver than she was.

"Good call," he muttered back. "I'll see you tomorrow."

He sidestepped her and made his way out of the room, wanting to walk away without another thought. He couldn't really help himself, though, and chanced a glance over his shoulder.

Honey held the shirt up to her nose, her eyes clamped shut. Spencer watched painfully as a stray tear trickled down her cheek and stained the cotton fabric. She let out a long sigh and opened her glassy eyes to look out the window toward the beach.

Spencer's courage evaporated in an instant. He had to get the hell out of there before he wrapped his arms around her for comfort. She didn't need or want it from him, and he'd done enough already to hurt her feelings.

The truth was, she was right. Spencer had run away. On a cool DC morning, Spencer turned in his resignation to Emily, got in his car, and drove for Georgia. He wasn't sure why that was the first place he went, but he didn't stop until he hit the Macon County Line.

He was running away again, this time without a car and away from Honey. He didn't really want to do this guys night with Rose and the guys, but he had to get away from her. It was sick, the way his stomach was churning around a woman he'd only known for a few days.

He wanted to take her someplace safer, pull her pain out with his teeth. She made him feel the way JJ had when she was pulling away, slowly wasting away after her miscarriage. She was his best friend, and he saw what her secrets were doing to her. There were all these reasons all the time for them all to be afraid. He just wanted to take her someplace safer.

At the same time he wanted to leave. He was sick of carrying the weight, of his friends and his own. He couldn't be their emotional pack mule, something they never seemed to understand. They only wanted to know what was going on with him to know, and to baby him. It was never to be a part of his life.

He talked too much and rambled too long about things they didn't care about. It took almost twenty years for him to just keep it inside, to stop being a burden on anyone else. It was the way he saw his mother, and soon enough he became his team's burden too.

Being in this town was like being haunted by the ghosts of right now. He already knew this place was going to stay with him, and for fucks sake… all he wanted was to move on. He wanted to leave every place he'd been for years.

Spencer wanted to go some place safer.

When would he find it?

I stood there in Spencer's room for a long time, clutching Ernie's shirt to my chest and trying not to cry. I boxed up most of his stuff years ago and put it in storage, and Mattie May had the key. I knew she was just trying to be nice and give Spencer something to wear without going through his suitcase, but it killed me that she gave him one of Ernie's shirts to wear instead of Rose's.

I missed him so much. Words could never explain what I lost that day. There was nothing to convey the torture of holding my dead husband in the water for three days, holding out on hope that he just might wake up and tell me everything would be fine.

Each day I expected him to walk through the doors of the Inn. He used to bring me saltwater taffy every Friday along with some sushi, and to this day I spent my Fridays eating just that in my lonesome studio apartment. I never stopped hoping that one day he may bring it to me so I wouldn't have to be by myself.

I put on a show for the townspeople. I don't let Mattie May or Rose see that each night I drink myself to sleep. I don't let Collie or Augstín know that some days her coffee is the only thing keeping me up after a bender. I don't let Michelle know I'm squirreling away every dollar I make at her diner just in case I take the plunge one day and leave Thunderbird for good.

I'm so fucking tired. All these memories won't just let me rest. All I have done the last ten years is keep the town going while everyone moved on with their lives and I'm still stuck in first gear. How can I move on from Ernie when every day he's all around me?

I heard the jeep pull away, but I couldn't seem to move from my spot until I heard the landline ring at the front desk. Hustling down the hallway, I clutched Ernie's shirt under my arm to get to it.

I picked it up just as it dropped, then slammed it back in the cradle with unknown anger. I snatched it again and with a rage yelled fuck you into the receiver before putting Ernie's shirt on the desk.

After a few moments of glaring at the floor, I managed to pull myself together a bit. I had things to do today, so I couldn't let myself wallow over anything that shithead Spencer Reid said to me or him wearing my husband's clothes.

I grabbed my tool bag from Spencer's doorway and headed to Room 2. This toilet was the bane of my existence, but I was determined to fix it instead of replace it. Most of the fixtures here were original, and the last thing I wanted to do was get rid of anything I didn't have to if I was going to sell if I ever got the courage to leave.

A few hours later I found myself elbow deep in the damned thing, tweaking the water flow and trying to find the issue. I was dead focused on a leaking pipe in the back when a knock on the doorframe jolted me from my spot.

"Fuck!" I screamed, yanking my wrench down too far. I somehow managed to hit the flush as I jumped to my feet, and before I knew it a geyser of water erupted from the bowl.

A manicured pair of hands yanked me away, and I stared in awe as a polished woman in a red pantsuit with gray hair knelt down and shut off the water. It soaked her front and pants, but I was rooted watching her in shock.

She stood and wiped some water from her forehead as she turned to me. "You need a new toilet. The flow is reversed and the pipe’s about to burst."

"Who the fuck are you?" I asked sharply, my brows furrowed.

Keeping her cool better than I would, she stuck out a damp hand. "Emily Prentiss. I believe we spoke yesterday."

"Oh," I managed, reaching out on autopilot and shaking her hand. "What happened to, 'Spencer's a grown man and he'll call if he needs me?'"

"I got worried when he didn't call, so I did and nobody answered. Usually he lets me know if anything has happened." Emily put her hands on her hips and pointed behind me. "What room is he staying in?"

"Room 4, but he's not here right now. He went with the guys to the Falls," I told her. I didn't really want to like her because of her dismissive attitude the night before. "They'll be back in the morning."

Emily quirked a brow, "The guys?"

"A few guys from town. They all served and they don't like the fireworks," I replied, pointing a thumb over my shoulder at nobody in particular. "Heard that he doesn't either, so they took him camping for the night."

Emily burst into hearty laughter that made me take a cautious step away from her. It died down and she wiped her eye with the back of her hand. "Sorry, if you knew Spencer like I do you'd know how ridiculous the thought of him camping is. I'm sure he'll be very comfortable in his suits and sweater vests."

"I don't know," I muttered, "I dressed him in a tee and flannel before he left."

Her brows raised, "You dressed him?"

I shrugged, "It's hard to dress yourself with a shoulder brace."

Emily hummed, but she seemed satisfied with my answer. She took a deep breath, "Well, I'd like a room for the night, then."

"Sure. I've got an unobstructed view of the beach in Room 6."

"It doesn't seem like anyone else is staying here at the moment. Why didn't you give it to Spencer?"

"Because fuck him, that's why," I replied bluntly. Emily chuckled a bit at my brazenness so I laughed with her. "Plus, he was rude to me when I first met him."

Emily nodded, making a face. She motioned to her clothes, "How about I get cleaned up and you show me a good place to eat?"

"Oh, I'm not a tour guide, but I can point you in the right direction."

"No, but you seem like an interesting person and Spencer said everyone here is weird… so color me intrigued."

I leaned on the doorframe and waved my wrench at her, "I think I'm gonna like you, Emily."

"Everyone does, Honey."

An hour later I was sitting outside Collie's Cafe with yet another stranger. Emily had opted for a pair of leggings and an old tee with the FBI logo on it. She had her long hair pulled back into a sleek ponytail, leaving me feeling a bit frumpy with my wild curls and old wife beater and shorts.

It was my go to outfit as it was easy and both options came in a large number of colors to choose from. My hair had always been a bit unruly, and when I was younger my mother used to straighten it for me. After moving to Thunderbird, Ernie taught me a bit about curl care, but mine never had the same tight smooth ringlets his did. Instead they frizzed out and made me look a bit like a haggard lion.

People milled about, getting ready for the night's festivities. Nell always set off the fireworks in the bay, and I usually watched from a secluded spot on the beach. The town was alight with red, white, and blue. Everyone dressed in the colors, bright headbands and buying things for the night.

"Spencer mentioned this place has really good coffee," Emily mused as she looked through the menu. "But he fills it halfway with sugar so his opinion isn't the best."

"Collie is a master with beans. She orders it from her hometown in Bay of Biscay," I replied uncomfortably. People were staring, and while I was used to it for being the sad widow, this was different. "Her father ran a coffee company in Spain."

"My ears burn!" Collie announced as she approached our table. She wore a themed dress today, a far cry from her usual traditional dresses of her homeland. This one had the same style but was adorned with American flags. "You have a new friend, maitea."

"This is Emily," I introduced her. "She's staying at the Inn tonight."

I wasn't sure what to say, but I was sure Spencer wouldn't want everyone knowing his friend flew down to check on him.

"Wonderful! I'm Collie." She reached out a hand to Emily, who took it, expecting to shake it. Collie clapped a hand over hers and gave her a tight squeeze. "You are beautiful!"

Emily couldn't help but smile and squeezed her back before letting go. "Thank you. This is an adorable cafe."

Collie beamed, her natural beauty shining through wonderfully. She turned to me and put a soft hand under my chin and frowned, clicking her teeth. "That Lonnie, I could kill him for laying a hand on you."

"I'm fine, Col," I told her, pulling away sheepishly. "Micah’s got them locked up anyways."

"How is Spencer? Is he okay?"

"He's fine. Rose stole him away for the night."

Collie clicked her teeth again and smiled, "That he will like. Good boys all around."

She took our orders and disappeared back inside. Emily and I made small talk about the town and spoke to a few passersby who were trying not to seem nosy, but we both knew they just wanted to meet the stranger. Collie came back out with our coffees and food, bringing out some karouga for a light dessert before going back in.

"So," Emily said after she took a long sip of her coffee. "Spencer got hurt defending you?"

I nodded, then told her the whole story. She listened intently, her gaze unwavering and giving nothing away. "He met me at the beach this morning, which is probably why he didn't call you."

Her brow raised at that, "You didn't wait for him to wake up?"

I shrugged, "I'm not good with that hospital. I needed to blow off some steam so I went to my boat to work on it."

"A lot of people don't like hospitals," she agreed with me. "Do you sail or race?"

I smiled at her. Not a lot of people knew much about racing sailboats. "I used to race back in the day. I grew up in Maine. I found water rescue, though, and that became my passion. I have a schooner now, but when we got that we mostly just cruised."

"We?"

I made a face and looked away, "My husband and I."

Her eyes fell to the ring on the chain around my neck. In all honesty, if my own ring hadn't slipped off in the accident I'd probably still wear it on my finger.

She didn't press me on it, and I knew she'd read me like a book. We finished up at Collie’s and she insisted she pay, so I decided to let her. She wasn't the asshole she seemed like on the phone, and I was enjoying her company.

Somehow we ended up in the liquor store grabbing a few bottles of tequila, then down to the beach. I didn't know why, but I brought her to the Isle of Honey. The sun was beginning to set and the fireworks would begin soon. The horizon blazed in streaks of red and orange, dark blue. Emily and I sat on the deck of the old schooner, passing a blender back and forth of margarita mix and tequila like Spencer and I had that morning.

"He wasn't always like this, you know?" Emily asked after a stretch of silence. "When I met Spencer he weighed a buck twenty and wore these thick glasses… he was so sweet and innocent."

I scoffed, "That's hard to imagine." I couldn't see it in my mind. All I saw was the dickhead in a flannel and khakis who made me grit my teeth.

"Yeah, he went through a lot in the last twenty years. The work we did, it changes you. He was never really given the chance to just be himself."

Emily sighed and crossed one ankle over the other, leaning back on her hands. She watched the horizon, and as always the damned ocean calmly watched us back. "His mind is amazing. It moves faster than anything I've ever seen. All that knowledge plopped into the head of a skinny kid from Vegas. He could've been a super villain, he's so smart, but he wanted to help people."

My brows furrowed, "What did he used to do?"

Emily looked my way with a frown, "He was an FBI agent. My team profiles serial killers."

To say I was shocked would be an understatement. She must have read it on my face, because her eyes widened, "You didn't know that."

I shook my head, "He's not much of a sharer. I'll give him credit where it's due, though. This is the nosiest town I've even been to and nobody's gotten much from him."

Emily winced and brought her legs up to her chest. She sighed, "Well, shit."

"Wouldn't have thought he was a genius either," I shrugged, taking a long sip of my margarita. The lemon lime flavor hit the back of my throat nicely after my shitty twenty four hours. "This morning I told him he was an idiot."

Emily laughed at that. She made grabby hands for the pitcher, so I passed it to her. She took a deep pull off the old glass and nodded, "He's a good guy. I promise. We should have loved him the way he needed us to."

"He should have asked for it, then," I replied quietly. "From what I've gathered, he ran away because it got too hard."

"He did, more than once," she whispered. Her face wracked with memory and pain. "We all just got so caught up in our own lives, and Spencer was always a rock and the youngest of us all. He never wanted to be a bother and we treated him like one whenever he opened up."

I knew all too well what that was like. For ten years I'd kept my feelings to myself to spare my family and the town. I did everything I could to make sure they were taken care of, neglecting myself in the process. The thought of letting them know how demolished I was was painful. I couldn't bear the thought of letting them know the old me was dead.

"When he left, it hit us like a ton of bricks," she continued on, just as lost as I was in her own pain. "We saw how much we put on him, how we relied on his brain instead of learning for ourselves. He was so tired of the blood and the gore, but we all just assumed he was a lifer and would never do anything else. It never occurred to me how much pain he was in.

"Two years later and I know he's still hurt. I thought he'd find himself by now, find what he needed to be happy, but he's still lost."

"Then this could be the place for him," I told her honestly. "This is a town of lost souls. Almost everyone came from somewhere else."

"Is that how you came here?" Emily asked softly. "You were lost?"

I nodded, "I came from a bad situation. My dad was… a monster, to say the least. I had a sister and she died, so as soon as I turned eighteen I lit out of there. I met my mother in law at a truck stop and she brought me here.

"I never left," I finished quietly. I watched the ocean intently, both loving and hating it. The ocean was both my safe place and my doom. At so many points in my life it was the best place for me, and others just a source of misery and grief.

"And now you want to leave and you feel guilty." I glanced over at her and she shrugged, tapping her temple. "Profiler. Saw it a mile away."

"It's hard to leave a place that gave you everything and took it away at the same time. I keep thinking it'll give me that again, y’know?"

"It was the same for Spencer, and myself," Emily agreed. "Our team was the only real family most of us had, and the things we experienced were only things we'd understand. But Spencer… he went through more than the rest of us. We just assumed he'd bounce back sooner or later, and then he handed me his resignation, told me his mom died… and then he just left."

"Hard to know if that's cowardly or brave," I muttered. I wasn't used to learning this much about a customer, especially one I detested. I couldn't seem to help myself, though, and asked, "Who was Maeve?"

Emily grunted in contemplation. She frowned and twisted her hands in her lap. She sat up straight and let out a long sigh, "His girlfriend. She died ten years ago or so. Him asking about her made me want to come down in the first place, and him not calling me kind of worried me more than I could handle."

“You think he’ll be angry when he sees you’re here?”

Emily nodded, “Probably, but it’s been two years. Hopefully that’ll make up for it.”

I didn't have anything good to say, so I didn't reply. We made a new batch of margarita mix, strawberry this time, and sat in silence watching the fireworks. They exploded over the sky, shimmering lights trickling down over the ocean's surface.

Every now and then we spotted Nell's boat with the light flashes. The giddy old man clapped with each boom, but my heart sank with them. The last few days left my mind a mess, and all I could see was the thunder that preceded the end of my life as I knew it.

There was no wind tonight, but I could still feel it whipping my hair back and forth under its power. The harsh spray of the water hit my face over and over again, knocking me back on my ass every time I tried to get up. Ernie kept a firm hold on me, trying to keep us both from sliding over the deck, but in the end it didn't matter.

Boom! Over and over again. The whole world seemed to rumble with thunder and lightning. We were powerless, lost to the sea we'd made our home on. Ernie made the ocean my safe place again and then it betrayed us. It took him from me, and as I sat on the deck of our broken home, rage filled my veins.

I envied Spencer, and it pissed me off. Somehow that walking melancholy managed to gain the courage to walk out of his life and get away. I wished I had that bravery, but at the same time I hated him for it. Emily's pain was obvious, her regret at his loss emanated from her skin in waves. How could he do that to someone who loved him like that?

Imagining the pain I would cause if I left splintered my heart in my chest. These people took me in when nobody else wanted me, when I was scared and alone and angry at the world. They saw what I could be and gave me every opportunity to be myself, and now I hated who I'd become.

Ungrateful, spiteful, bitter. I'd become my father, and the thought terrified me. How could I do this to all of these people who wanted the best for me? How could Spencer?

I didn't realize tears were flooding my cheeks in silence until Emily patted my shoulder. The heaviness in my face hit me like a ton of bricks as she pulled a travel kleenex from her purse and handed it to me without a word. I took it with a shaky hand and wiped my face, praying it would stop.

I didn't think I'd ever stop being haunted. The ghosts of my past and the ghosts of right now surrounded me. The future was so…gray, and I couldn't see past the fog. It was a long time coming, and for the last ten years I'd contented myself with just existing, but sitting on this boat and watching the fireworks with a swollen face and a sprained wrist lit something deep inside me.

I realized how tired I was of just sitting here, going through the motions day by day. It was exhausting to just be, and if I wasn't going to leave Thunderbird I needed to do something else. At the rate I was going, I was bound to end up with a gun in my mouth.

All these ghosts weighed on my shoulders, but they didn't mean to. I'd forced them all to stay with me by living in my memories every day, every moment for the entire thirty one years I'd been on this earth. I've been killing myself in slow motion for as long as I can remember.

The time was now. The future was happening at this very moment, and I was wasting it and myself, wasting the love of the people around me. They deserved better… and damn it… I did too.

I need to start living.

Right now.

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Notes: Next chapter, guy's night! I think Emily and Honey will get along just fine. :) How do you think guy's night will go?

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twistedwonderlandshenanigans · 6 months

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December Drabbles

Prompt 12: Snowball fight Characters: First Years (Including Ortho, no Yuu) -----------------------------------------------------------------------

"Heh, your defenses are pathetic at best. The fact you thought your magic would be enough to outdo my brother's technomancy is downright laughable. If you were real snowball fighters, you'd come out and face me like men!"

Ortho floated in between the trees, snowball cannons locked and loaded, ready to shoot at any of his fellow first years. Ever since he had learned about snowball fights, he'd always wanted to participate in one. It had taken some convincing, but Idia caved and gave him the modifications so he could access them during the winter months. He kept a protective visor over his eyes, and thanks to the update his brother gave him, any moisture detected internally would evaporate immediately. Sure, if he really wanted to he could read for heat signatures, but that took too much fun out of it for everyone.

It only took a moment longer before Ortho picked up on Ace's and Deuce's voice signatures, though they sounded oddly muffled, and he couldn't discern any actual words which only puzzled him more. His curiousity got the better of him as he floated silently towards them. He was close enough now that he could hear their breathing. Why were they panting? He hadn't seen or heard them running, and he knew they were in good health.

His question was answered as he rounded the tree he heard them behind, and he wished it hadn't been. Even as an android, it took him a moment to process what he was seeing.

Deuce made a rather panicked, almost strangled noise as he pushed Ace off of him when he noticed Ortho. Ace was about to ask him what that was for until Ortho let out a high pitched whirring sound that startled him.

"YOU GUYS WERE KISSING???? IN THE MIDDLE OF A SNOWBALL FIGHT????!!! GROOOOOOOSS!!!!! DO YOU EVEN KNOW HOW MUCH BACTERIA YOU JUST EXCHANGED??? 80 MILLION PER TEN SECONDS!!!! DISGUSTING!" Ortho was barely heard by the two freshmen though, as his more immediate reaction was to empty his snowball cannons on them, burying them in snow easily.

He was so busy processing what he had seen that the first few snowballs that hit him from behind didn't register until he heard Epel giggle. He turned to see Epel and Sebek with equally big, shit-eating grins on their faces as they continued their onslaught of snowballs from a hidden pile of ammunition.

He found himself giggling along with Epel as he turned his canons on them instead of Ace and Deuce, silently acknowledging....and loathing a rather effective strategy that had taken him by surprise. At least now though, he had something else to focus on than the scene he had interrupted.

Sebek and Epel split up, taking cover again behind their respective trees as Ace and Deuce shook off the snow on them and made a quick get away themselves, though Deuce refused to let Ace hold his hand, still red in the face from embarrassment. Minutes flew by like seconds as snowballs were launched from near and far, some hitting their mark, others missing entirely, but laughter filled the air nonetheless. In the heat of the battle, nobody really took notice of another challenger until Epel started yelling. "WHAT IN TARN- JACK YOU BEST PUT ME DOWN THIS APPLE - PICKIN' SECOND OR I SWEAR I'LL -" A quiet woomph sound was all that was heard after. Ortho's interest was peaked, and he rushed over to see large boot prints, and an Epel-sized hole in a snowdrift. Sebek was soon behind Ortho and gave the little robot a small shove to get to Epel and try to help him out. Ortho gave Sebek an indignant beep, before shoving him into the snow drift as well, just far enough so that he wouldn't land on top of his much smaller comrade. Sebek was caught off guard, but not nearly as badly as Ace and Deuce's yelps seemed to be. Ortho watched as Jack held both of them, one under each arm before he tossed them into the snow drift as well, tail wagging a mile a minute. He gave Ortho a huge grin as the boys disappeared into the snow. "Don't worry, I'm not going to throw you in. You don't have my phone number." Ortho was baffled, putting his snow cannons at rest as he floated closer to Jack, watching the four other freshmen struggle to get out of the bank, admittedly a little disappointed Jack didn't want to throw him. "What does not being thrown into the snowbank have to do with having your phone number?" Jack looked at him like a deer in the headlights, before rubbing the back of his neck and averting his eyes awkwardly. "They all know winter is my favourite season, but not one of them told me they were having a snowball fight. So I subjected them to the same punishment I do my siblings.....throw them in a snow bank that I make. That way I know there are no hard chunks of ice or anything in it, but it's still funny to watch them struggle to get out." Ortho was a little taken aback, before giggling a bit at Jack's explanation. "Oh I see!....well...I did have your phone number.....I have access to everyone's contact information...." Ortho looked down a little bashfully, hoping to achieve his desired outcome. "Oh....well you still didn't know my favourite season...." Jack watched the little robots mannerisms for a moment, and noted the somewhat deflated posture he had in response. He smiled a bit and patted Ortho's shoulder. "Can you handle getting that wet?" Ortho's head shot up, eyes meeting Jack's slightly concerned, slightly mischevious expression. Ortho balled up, a few excited blips leaving him before he remembered he needed to use English. "My brother made sure I could handle it!! I promise he did!!!" Jack glanced once more at the boys in the snow, then back at Ortho. "Okay." His expression immediately shifted to joy as he picked Ortho up and tossed him easily into the bank, eliciting happy beeping from the bot. A moment later, Jack jumped in himself, laughing alongside everyone else.

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lieutenanthowell · 3 months

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ACT I, chapter i, STORY BEAT - Introductions

He wasn't late. Just arriving no earlier, at all, than was remotely acceptable. Because he didn't want to fucking be there. It was nothing more malicious than that. Guin could read a goddamn site map. Could keep himself fed, watered, laundered, caffeinated. When a need arose, he'd hunt down whatever was on the other end of it. Point was, given back the who-knows-how-long this whole affair turned out to be, he'd figure out some better way to spend the time. Wouldn't be hard.

Still, low as his expectations were, Chi-00 managed worse. Ankle-shattering, really. He'd swayed to a stop just inside the door, his scan of the small, settling crowd fixing once, twice. Christ. So. That's how it was. That's just how it was gonna be.

Well. Spared him figuring out a few texts, anyway. Didn't it? No. Not really. He'd never been one for silver linings. That shit was always thin as tinfoil, when you really looked at it.

So he sat. At the back. Nearest the door. Easy to see everything he might need to, from there. Easy to leave, first, after however these my-dumbass-callsign-is-s were done with. Not that it mattered too much, in his case; what the hell could a codename really do for him? Hardly any of his life at all was on record. At least, outside the Foundation itself. And the closest thing he had to connections, people to keep compartmentalized away from all this - if he'd been the kind of moron who figured he could pull that off, which he never was - were here. Or dead. Or gone.

The get-to-know-yous dragged on for a little longer, out there; Guin, he'd set his combat boots flat on the floor and closed his eyes. Against the simmering fluorescent lights, all these eyes he did and didn't know. Didn't do dick for the noise, of course, echoing off the glassy walls of this too-small room. Couldn't close them out, either. Both of them, the last two people he - Christ. Both of them. Vera, with that loved-thin green jacket slung over the chair next to her. Like she was waiting for someone. That someone they'd been waiting for, ever since that night in the snow. And Nadia, wound tighter than any steel trap. Could see that grip she had on herself working all the way up her arms, caught between her teeth, the lock of her jaw.

He'd seen them. They'd seen him. And they'd all have a goddamn year locked into this, to - do their jobs. Together. Again. Shit.

He could do that. Sure. He could do this, too. Wasn't even any microphone in hand, onstage crap. Guin stayed put as the first impressions kicked off, tracking the room's interest from person to person. His own ticked to each face in turn, then away, as he listened to everybody storm or stumble through their introductions. Then - then all that attention settled on his shoulders. He didn't stand. Just spread his hands. Present. Accounted for. "I'm, ah - Dying Breed. Apparently." Which was funny, seeing as... he had something like a laugh about it, anyway. Only vaguely like a laugh. "All you need to know is: I'll do whatever I can to get you out of any trouble you're in. That'll be the case even if I don't like you much. And if all you are is pieces, then - same goes. I'll get something of you home, if I can." He side-slid his jaw, feeling the tug of that still-newish scar, tight. His stare had found the analog clock tick-ticking on the wall; it glared back, like there was something else he was supposed to say, or do, but... God, there was always something. Wasn't there? That's what all that debriefing always came down to, right? That there was always something you should've done different. Would've, could've.

His cut-up cheek twitched - snarl-like, a glimpse of teeth to it - as he lipped a cigarette out of the pack he'd fished from his tac pants. "But chances are you won't hear shit from me until we're in the field in any kind of way. Or unless this place goes to hell." Guin scuffed the low knuckle of his thumb across and around the socket of his left eye, squinting as he considered his matchbook. "So - until then. Uh..." Another toss of his hands, a half-shake of his head. "Watch out." On that dead-flat note, he rocked out of his chair. "Taking a fifteen, boss," he rasped, flicking a loose salute in the general direction of their new commander, presumably. Then he did precisely that.

#fhq.plot #fhq.I.i #fhq.I.i.sb - introductions

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harrisongslimited · 2 months

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Chapter of the Day (more smut for you!)

Chapter 17

I Saw Her Standing There

Trigger Warnings: adult situations and conversations, smoking, drinking, smut (M/F consensual).

***18+ only***

Chapter 17

Joie curled up in George's arms, her head nestled against his shoulder. She dozed off and on until she heard the rhythmic sound of his breathing, knowing he was fast asleep.

She was warm and content—a perfect time for her mind to start racing -- she thought about what was going to happen when they got back to reality. It was going to hit them soon enough. Fans, the press, albums to record, tours to go on. But what would she do? It didn't seem to make sense to her that she would go back to working for him, but she wouldn't just be "kept" by him either. And what would happen when her visa was up in 2 months. Would she have to go back to the States? What would she do?

At that moment, there was a loud bang on the door.

"George, Joie, get up." John called, excitedly. "We're busted. The press and fans will be all over this place in a couple of hours. Peter just called. We have to get out of here or we will be mauled to death."

Joie jumped up first and threw her robe on. George pulled his pajama pants on and went to open the door.

"What in the bloody hell happened?" George asked, angrily.

"Don't know. I think it was the maids or that weasley room service wanker. We have to get out of here."

"We can't just walk out can we?"

"No." John told him. "The manager is coming up now. He's going to get us out of here in one piece or I'll rip him from limb to limb."

..........

After a harrowing escape which included Joie and Cyn dressing as maids and John and George being placed in laundry baskets, they made their way to the airport and back to London. In order to avoid the press, they took different planes, but it didn't work.

George was tense and irritable and held Joie's hand through the airport as if their lives depended on it. He was on high alert and the whole scenario frightened Joie to death.

"George," Joie said softly.

"We have to get out of the airport," George said, his voice low and gravelly. "Peter sent a car. Just hold my hand and don't let go. Do not let go."

Joie nodded as George squeezed her hand even tighter. When they stepped out of the airport, their driver quickly took the baggage and placed it in the boot of the car. Flashes went off in their faces and Joie plastered a smile on her face, although she lowered her head in order to be able to see. George led her forward, and as the driver opened the door, George helped her in, following her quickly. He slammed the door and locked it. Only then did he seem to relax as he looked out the window and smiled with a raised hand.

"Bloody hell," he growled under his breath. "There goes the vacation."

"At least we made it out alive," Joie reminded him, nestling into his arm. "I wasn't too sure there for a moment."

As they sped down the street, George took a deep, freeing breath. "Are you okay?"

"Yes," she nodded as he kissed her forehead. "The blood has even returned to my hand."

George laughed lightly. "Sorry. I just couldn't lose you."

She looked up at him, a gentle sweetness in her deep brown eyes. "You're never going to lose me."

..........

Brian, Peter and the press officer weren't prepared with statements concerning Joie since she had been spotted and photographed with George. They had put off the press for now, but the phone was ringing off the hook. This was big news. A Beatle romance! Paul and Jane were old news. George and the brunette were fresh kill and George warned Joie again that her life was never going to be the same.

"I don't care," she whispered to him. "As long as I'm with you, we'll be fine."

"Americans....," George sighed with a smile. "Eternal optimists."

..........

When George and Joie returned home to Esher, the phone began ringing the second they walked through the door.

"The press will eat Joie alive," Brian told George, flatly. "She has no reserve to deal with them."

"She's a lot tougher than that Brian. America won the revolution you know," George stated assuredly as Joie walked through to the kitchen to make tea. "Tell the press what you want. I really don't care. Tell them the truth, then. Best in the long run anyway."

"And what happens if this is just a fleeting fancy of yours?"

"This isn't a 'fleeting fancy' Brian," George turned angry. "And I'm not explaining our relationship to you either. You protect her, just as you protect Cyn, Mo and Jane. She's in my life now and if I'm lucky, she'll stay there."

..........

"What happened with Brian?" Joie asked when she handed George his mug of tea.

George shrugged. "Not much. Peter and Derek will run interference as best as they can, but my guess is the reporters are going to find out about us sooner or later. Nothing gets by these guys for long."

"So what are we gonna do? I mean, it doesn't worry me at all. Let them find out who I am."

"Joie," George told her. "It's not the press I'm worried about....it's the fans. They can get very possessive and out of hand. And you are American on top of it."

'So? You mean they will not like me because I'm American?'

"They wouldn't like anyone really....but we're all born and bred. The band started here. Possession is 9/10ths of the law."

"I'll be ok, George," Joie told him confidently, running her hand lovingly down his cheek. "I'm from California. Nothing bothers me."

..........

They spent the next 2 weeks quietly, getting ready for their trip to the Bahamas and the start of the Beatles next movie. George helped her move her things from the coach house into the main house, her clothes and personal things safely placed in the master bedroom and bathroom.

"Does your Dad know...you know...about us?" George asked quietly as he pulled the comforter down to the foot of the bed.

"Yes...and no," Joie called to him from the bathroom.

"Which means what?"

Joie peeked around the bathroom door. "He knows I love you," she said brightly. "But I haven't told him I moved from the coach house. Of course, he's not clueless. He's a homicide detective. I'm sure he's deduced by now that we're living together."

"But he hasn't said anything?"

"No," Joie shook her head.

"And your sister?"

"For a 15 year old, she's pretty smart. I'm sure she gets it." Joie turned off the light in the bathroom and entered the bedroom dressed in a black lacey nightgown that flowed just to her ankles. Her skin shined like porcelain in the soft light and her eyes were dark and heavy lidded with desire.

George took an unsteady deep breath as his eyes traveled from her face down to her feet.

"I went shopping," she said, her voice low and seductive. She ran her palms slowly down the sides of her curves, her eyes laser focused on him.

He hadn't moved an inch, afraid she'd disappear in a whisp of white vapor. "I see that," he said appreciatively. He loved her shapely body that tapered down from firm, full breasts to a small waist and then to her lovely hips. "You look beautiful."

"Thank you." Her face was make-up free, her cheeks flushed with passion, her lips pink and moist, her breathing deep and quickened. George suddenly felt over dressed as his jeans began to tighten over his groin. "I can help you with that," she said, her eyes on his bulging jeans.

Joie surprised him every time they made love. Her virginal passion had transformed into the sexy imagination of a grown woman interested in making their love life fun, interesting and fulfilling. She wasn't afraid or shy about anything. She hadn't been jaded to create hang-ups and while George was exceptionally careful and gentle in the beginning, his desire for her sometimes overtook him and he became more insistent and forceful. Joie met him every step of the way and he found he craved to take her nearly constantly.

"I'd appreciate that," he smiled, taking a step towards her.

As they approached each other, George's hands slipped around her waist as Joie's hands rested on his shoulders. His head fell forward into the nape of her neck, where he smelled her sweet, clean scent, and pressed her in close to him. They wrapped around each other in a tight hug, then George's hands traveled down to her backside where he pulled her into him.

"Let me help...," Joie teased, leaning away from him. She lifted his t-shirt up and over his head. His hands immediately went to the sides of her face as he leaned in to kiss her. Several short, gentle touches of their lips turned into a deep, needy kiss, their mouths open to each other, his tongue waltzing with hers. They both released low moans, just enjoying the feeling of each other.

As they kissed, Joie angled her hips away from him to give her room to unzip and remove his jeans and boxers, freeing him from the confining material. His hands moved from her backside to her shoulders and back again, devouring the feeling of the silky material and her warm body underneath.

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charminggirl512 · 2 years

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going to the chapel // chibs telford x oc

Chibs Telford x F!OC

Warnings: 18+, smut (daddy, breeding kink), language, slight mentions of suicidal thoughts, mentions of pregnancy/babies

Word Count: 2,178

A/N: This story takes place before any of the other ones that I've already posted. Enjoy!

This day was nowhere close to what I expected it to be. My mother wasn't helping me get ready. My dad wasn't waiting to walk me down the aisle. I didn't even have a bridesmaid But, I wouldn't change a thing about it. I knew that I felt safe and secure with the man that I was vowing to spend the rest of my life with. I knew that I loved him more than anything in the world and that we would be able to make it through anything together.

I run my hands over my dress one last time, admiring the midi dress's satin material and corset-style top that made my waist look as thin as a pencil and made my boobs almost spill over the top. Chibs was gonna lose his mind once he saw me and I couldn't wait. I make sure that my dark hair is perfectly curled one last time before Donna hands me my bouquet of white roses mixed with baby's breath.

"You ready, El," Gemma asks as she peeks her head into the main bedroom of the cabin.

When I told Chibs that I didn't want a big wedding and would be fine just doing it at the clubhouse or the courthouse, he said that he wouldn't marry me unless it was in a white dress in a place that we both loved. We agreed that the cabin would be perfect and that we could do the ceremony in the backyard, surrounded by the club. I didn't really have anyone else to be there, but I wouldn't want anyone else there anyway.

"Let's get married," I say with a smile, turning away from my reflection and heading out for the rest of my life.

Jax agreed to walk me down the aisle and I could tell that he felt pretty smug about me picking him over Piney or Clay. In all honesty, I didn't think that Piney would be able to safely or quickly make it to the altar and I still didn't fully trust Clay. Something just felt off about him.

"Darlin', you look beautiful. Chibs is gonna come in his pants when he sees you," Jax says as he stands in the kitchen waiting for me. I roll my eyes but accept his warm hug.

"Thanks for putting that oh so nicely, Jackson." He kisses my cheek as his response before looping our arms together. We walk out the front door to where everyone is gathered, not a suit in sight but plenty of Sons of Anarchy patches. We decided to go without chairs because it was gonna be a short ceremony and would be much more hassle than it's worth.

We stand at the end of the aisle and I can finally see him. I can't help but grin at his dropped jaw. He looks so incredibly handsome, his hair actually styled for once. He's wearing his 'nice' jeans as he likes to call them, and black boots on his feet to go with his kutte. Jax leads me down the aisle, my mind totally blocking out the music and everyone whispering. We finally make it to Chibs and Piney, who's officiating the wedding.

"I would warn you to take care of her and make sure nothing happens to her, but I think we both know that she would cut your dick or your head off before I could do anything so we'll skip the speech on that," Jax says cheekily, Chibs throwing his head back laughing because he knows that's exactly what would happen.

"You're so beautiful, little lamb," Chibs whispers to me as he grabs my hands and pulls me so that we're almost chest to chest. He keeps our hands clasped together as Piney begins to do the typical wedding ceremony. Chibs and I each wrote our own vows and I say mine first.

"Filip, this is gonna be cheesy as hell and I hope you'll still say I do when I'm finished. When I met you, I was a scared little girl fresh off of a plane from Ireland with no money, no family, and no friends. All I knew was that I would hopefully feel safe away from my past and that I had a guaranteed job at Teller-Morrow. You walked out of that garage, wearing those coveralls that make your ass look really good, wiping your greasy hands on an already greasy towel and I was hooked. Just when I thought you couldn't get better, you opened your mouth and a piece of home came out of it.

It didn't take long for me to fully fall in love with you, despite my fears of being too young for you. I fell in love with your laugh and your smile. I fell in love with the way that you were always checking up on me and making sure that I was okay. I fell in love with your love for your brothers who took me in as one of their own. But most of all, I fell in love with that snake that you keep in those tight pants." There are hoots and hollers at that, but I keep talking.

"You kept me alive at a time when I really didn't wanna be anymore, Filip. You put me back together after my family broke me. You showed me your love and care every day, even if you were hundreds of miles away. When you asked me to marry you, I knew that I didn't deserve you, but I was gonna keep you forever because there is no one else I would rather be than your wife, your partner, your little lamb. I love you, Filip Telford. Today, tomorrow, and forever after that."

I have to wipe away my tears once I finish, but Chibs just lets his fall. He brings my left hand up to his mouth, kissing my palm three times before joining our hands again between us. He clears his throat and throws me a warm smile before he beings his vows.

"Ellie, my little firecracker, I've loved you since I saw your ass and hips in those black jeans that day that you walked into the garage. I didn't know you yet but I knew that you were strong and beautiful and you sure as fuck weren't gonna take any shit from me. I would've married you then if I didn't think you would file a restraining order soon after. I don't think I'll ever love you more than I do now, except when I finally put some baby Telfords in ya. You're the best thing that ever happened to me, Eleanor. I was sad for a really long time before you found me and you breathed life into me once again.

I promise to wake up every morning with you on my mind and in my heart. I promise to always make you happy, whether it be with my cock or my hilarious jokes. I promise to give you the life that you deserve, no matter what it costs me along the way. You're it for me, babe. You're stuck with me until we're both six feet under. But, most importantly, I promise to treat you as good as my leather and ride you as much as my Harley. Cheers, babe."

His brothers say the last line along with him, biker boys through and through. Bobby hands Chibs my wedding band and Donna hands me his. I take his rough and calloused left hand and slide the thick silver band on. He slides on a thin white gold and diamond-encrusted band that goes perfectly with my engagement ring. Finally, Piney says the perfect words.

"You may now kiss the bride."

I barely have time to register his words before Chibs is sliding his tongue through my open mouth, his hands grabbing onto my ass and pressing me against him. I cradle his face between my hands, deepening the kiss before the loud cheering behind us interrupts our kiss. He swings me up into his arms and carries me through a crowd of our friends and family. He quickly takes me into the cabin and back to the main bedroom where I got ready. He pushes me onto the bed before locking the door and pouncing on top of me. He claws at the top of my dress, pulling it down to expose my tits to his waiting mouth, moaning as soon as his lips wrap around the peak.

"Filip Telford, if you rip my dress, this will be a very short marriage," I breathlessly get out in between moans as I dig my hands into his salt and pepper hair.

"Yes ma'am, Mrs. Telford," He says with a grin before turning his attention to my other nipple. He pushes the bottom of my dress up and is greeted with my bare pussy. "No panties? Naughty, naughty girl."

He gives me no warning before he thrusts two fingers into me, leaving me to arch my back which pushes his fingers further into me. He must feel my walls contracting around him, knowing that's my cue that I'm going to come soon because he sinks to his knees at the end of the bed. He slides one heeled foot over his shoulder, the other one following soon after before he fully pushes my silk dress up to expose my soaked pussy to the cold air.

"Such a pretty little pussy. Be careful, lamb, or you'll drip all over that sexy little dress. Maybe I should clean that up for you. That's what nice husbands would do."

He dives in like a starved man, lapping up the moisture between my lips before gently sucking my clit between his lips. I scream his name as my orgasm begins, and he eggs it on by sliding his fingers back into me, three this time. Tears roll down my cheeks as I come around his tongue buried deep into my cunt. He only stops when I shove his head away from me, the overstimulation taking over my senses.

He smirks up at me from the floor, his lips and facial hair glistening with my wetness, and he slowly sucks my essence off his fingers. I drop my head back onto the mattress, and the menace quickly climbs on top of me.

"You're gonna be the death of me and we've only been married for twenty minutes," I pant out as I undo his belt and quickly pull his rock-hard cock out of his pants. I quickly scoot down so that his cock is right in front of my lips, a drop of come tempting me to taste him. I quickly swipe my tongue over the head before pulling him into my mouth fully. I work to get him as far down my throat as I can before he's pushing me off.

"I'm coming in that pussy, lamb, so you best stop now. Now, come ride your husband like a good little wife." I'm positioning his tip at my entrance before he's even finished his sentence and we groan together as he slides in. He loves when I'm on top because he becomes a man possessed when he sees my tits bouncing up and down as I ride him.

He grips onto my hips and meets my thrusts with his own. The sound of our moans and skin slapping together emanates throughout the room, drowning out the noise outside the cabin. As I get closer and closer to coming again, my body gives up on me and Chibs flips us over so that he's on top. He wraps one of my legs around his waist and pulls the other one so that my ankle rests on his shoulder. As he pounds into me, he uses one hand to hold both of mine above my head and the other to rub tight circles on my clit. We both look down at the head of his cock bulging under the skin of my lower stomach and he lets go of my hands to press down on the thin skin that we're staring at.

"Come on, lass. Come around my cock. Squeeze around me until I fuck a baby into you. That's it, baby. Come around daddy's cock."

Tears once again roll down my cheeks as I come the hardest I ever have at his words. He's quick to follow, burying his face in my neck as he moans my name over and over again. We lay there breathing heavily for a minute before he gently kisses me as he pushes my hair out of my face.

"So proud of you, my love. I love you so much. Let's get you cleaned up and then go enjoy the rest of our wedding, hm?"

"Leave it." He stops at my words and stares down at me, his brown eyes bearing down into my blue ones.

"What?"

"I wanna walk around with you dripping out of me." He groans at that before flopping down onto the bed next to me.

"Best. Wife. Ever."

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Eddie the Banished part 2 [E. M]

Eddie Munson x Byers!reader

Word count: 5k

Summary: You wonder if you're ready to take the next step with Eddie and when you try it all goes wrong.

Part 1 here and a kind of Part 3

A/N: I hope you like it and I'm sorry I took so long. I didn't want to just focus on the date so I put in some family time and also with the other guys, and Will has a tiny little crush on Eddie but it's not a big deal. Oh, and google “whip spider” before reading this, just so you can see how fucking creepy those things are.

When you least expected it, Tuesday arrived and you found yourself getting ready to go to The Hideout. You had to confess that you were slightly nervous about what might happen since you hadn't seen Eddie since last week and had had a lot of time to think about him. Not specifically on him, but on who you two were. It was obvious that he liked you and of course you liked him too, but a part of you didn't want to settle for just doing business together and kissing on the sly.

The night he had spent at your house had given you an idea of the way he would behave if you were something more. Besides, your family had liked him and they had already seen you kiss him so there wasn't much to hide.

"You're leaving now?" someone asked, from the door frame. It was your mother.

"Yes, it's a 15-minute walk away," you explained, putting a couple of things in your carry-on bag. She didn't say anything, she just nodded, and you thought that if you wanted to ask someone for advice, she was probably the right one "Mom, can I ask you something?"

"Of course. What is it?"

"Do you think it's wrong if… a girl asks a boy to be her boyfriend?"

"Is this about Eddie?" she asked, trying to hide her emotion, while you laughed.

“Ma! That's not the important thing” she murmured, beginning to blush “It's just that… I don't know, it's normal for them to ask and I don't want to scare him away”

"Being normal doesn't mean it's the only option" she told you, approaching you with a smile "If you really like him, you can tell him"

“But I don't know how to do it” you complained “I mean, I just… Shall I say it like that? Should I buy him something? Do I give him a speech first and then drop the question?” you started to ramble. You were very nervous and even a little embarrassed to think about what you would do. Joyce took a moment to reflect, and silence filled the room, giving you time to think, too, "Do you think a note would work?" you insisted Joyce widened her eyes at her suggestion and nodded.

“Yes, that can help, my love. You avoid saying it out loud and give him time to think about it."

"I think so"

“Are you going to tell him today?”

"I would like to. He said we could get something to eat at work and I guess it's a good time, don't you think?” you exclaimed shyly. You hadn't had many boyfriends, just one guy in middle school, and had a date or two with Steve Harrington until you two decided it was better to be friends for the good of the group. But with Eddie it felt different, even though he and you had already… well, shared physical moments, you wanted something serious and prayed to God that he also felt something like that for you.

"Probably yes. You won't know until you try it” she smiled at you. You knew she wouldn't judge you and you were happy you found her to ask her “But if you do, he has to come here and introduce himself as your boyfriend and everything. You're not going to get away from it."

"Oh, of course not," you laughed, finishing getting ready. You approached your mom, you hugged her, and then you stamped a kiss on her cheek "See you later"

"Good luck and don't be late or I'll punish you"

"Understood captain" you mocked, leaving your room and then the house, completely nervous about going to work.

When Eddie walked up to you, he had the biggest smile of all and you felt like you were going to die. Long-sleeved black shirt that clung to his body, camouflage print pants, and oversized black boots that made him look a little taller. His hair was now tied up in a messy bun that revealed a piercing he had done in the upper part of his ear, when was it that he had done it and you hadn't noticed?

“Hi, honeybunch!” he greeted you, approaching the bar and leaning on this "How is the prettiest girl around here today?"

"I'm fine" you answered, trying to hide a smile, while you poured a drink "You played very well"

"You like me?" he murmured, to which you nodded. You were probably acting dumber than usual, but he kind of deserved it for looking so handsome that day. “And what do you want to eat? Is there something special you fancy?" he asked, holding out a menu in your direction of the few edibles you offered. The truth was that the place was not sophisticated and that meant almost no clientele, so there would be no problem if you paid a little attention to him during business hours.

“French fries sound good, maybe onion rings”

“Ugh, no. My mouth will smell ugly”

"And do you have someone to kiss?" you asked without thinking, making him smile widely.

“I don't know, that's up to you” he replied playfully. He didn't miss a single thing, did he?

“So fries and mozzarella sticks?” you suggested and Eddie nodded excitedly. It was obvious that you would have to prepare them so you were away for a while and when you came back, he was absently drumming his fingers on the wood of the counter. You left the food and a beer in front of him, while you took a soda from the refrigerator for yourself.

The two of you began to talk calmly and entertainingly, while he told you about how his day had been and you told him about your work and what you had done with your siblings over the weekend. At some point in the conversation, Eddie reached across the table to take your hand and play with your fingers, while he listened to you attentively.

You didn't want to accept it but every time you were together, he was completely enthralled by you, as if he was under a spell, being all sweet and flirtatious. Maybe that contrast between his appearance and the way he carried himself was what you liked, a sweet metalhead you had in the palm of your hand.

Unintentionally, like almost every time, Eddie turned the talk to one of those metal bands he loved and the new song they had released, but no matter how hard you tried you couldn't concentrate. The subject of the note was still going around in your head and you wanted to imagine a way to give it to her without it being awkward, but a slight throat clearing brought you out of your reverie.

"Are you okay?" he asked. He didn't sound upset, just slightly amused.

"Yes! By God, yes. I'm listening to you, Ed. I was just… thinking about something.”

“Huh yeah? And what do you have in that head of yours?” he said. It was a date, you had to enjoy being with him after all.

"It's nothing important. Tell me about that new song, Master of Puppets? you murmured, smiling in his direction. He picked up the conversation naturally, telling you about the notes on the guitar and how difficult some parts were, while you watched him carefully and lovingly.

Eddie was perhaps the most talkative person you knew, so there were never any awkward silences around him. That's why you spent the next two hours talking about a thousand and one things with him, enjoying your food and drinks.

You had to walk away at times and he waited patiently when you cleaned the place up so you could finish your shift later, and once you closed the place up, he walked you to his van to take you home.

"All ready?" he asked, looking at you from the pilot's seat. He reached over to put your seat belt on (even though he never used it) and started the engine, while you clutched with trembling fingers a piece of paper on which you had written the words you wanted to ask him, but you didn't dare.

The road was quiet for words, but the music of Iron Maiden filled the air. You'd gotten used to that by now, though Eddie also kept a couple of tapes in the glove compartment with songs he knew you liked that you played on occasion.

When you arrived he parked in front of your house, turning off the headlights of the car and looking at you kindly.

“Thanks for giving me a ride,” you said to break the silence.

"Always a pleasure," he smiled. You unbuckled your seatbelt and leaned into him a little to give him a hug, but Eddie took advantage of the closeness to catch you with a kiss. You were surprised, but you didn't refuse and what started as a sweet caress quickly turned into something a little more desperate.

Eddie's hands rested firmly on your cheeks, feeling your lips brush over his tenderly, while yours held his wrists just to feel his skin somehow. You managed to close the distance as much as possible, with the space of the board being the only thing separating you, and you gasped softly when he lightly bit your lips. You separated to take a breath only when it was vital because the need to kiss him was greater than anything else. He was so passionate all the time that you felt dizzy.

“Ed” you exclaimed, but he just hummed a response “Ed, wait. I have to tell you something” you murmured, separating yourself from him with a lot of effort, while he pulled you back, refusing to let you go “I'm serious, it's important”

"What's wrong?" he asked, pulling away at last and frowning with concern that he had done something wrong.

"Nothing, I just… I promised my mom I'd be here early and if she finds us here it's going to be very embarrassing" you laughed, causing him the same grimace.

"I get it. I don't want to lose the points I earned last time,” he joked. You watched him tilt your head a little and hid a stray strand of hair behind his ear.

“You look very handsome today,” you said, taking him by surprise and making him blush. You reached for the note in your bag and surreptitiously slipped it into his hand, changing that flushed face to a look of confusion "Don't read it here," you murmured as you noticed that he intended to do so, "Better do it later, okay?" you asked him, to which he nodded.

"Well, mysterious lady" he smiled at you, while he put the paper in his pocket. He reached for you and stole one last kiss from you, before climbing out the door and walking over to yours to open it. He offered you his hand to help you down and he accompanied you to the door, stopping at the portico "Here we say goodbye"

"Have a good night, drive carefully, okay?" you murmured softly, seeing him nod.

"I will do it. Rest” he replied in turn. You hugged him goodbye and then he walked to the van, where he waved goodbye again.

You entered the house trying to make as little noise as possible and with your heart beating a thousand miles an hour. The only thing left for you was to wait patiently for a response from him.

Again the days went by and you didn't get a single call from Eddie. On Wednesday you thought maybe he was thinking about it, but you didn't get anything at the end of the day. On Thursday you couldn't think of anything else during work, but you didn't dare to call him to find out what was going on either. Friday and Saturday you spent in agony and when Sunday came the nerves were eating your stomach.

The group had suggested hanging out at the lake to take advantage of the fact that your family was there and the summer heat seemed to be increasing, so you asked Dustin to invite Eddie as well, which he gladly did.

So you ended up with baskets of food, blankets, towels, floats, and sunglasses in a section of Lover's lake.

“Be careful children! Max don't get up there or you'll fall!" you heard Steve yell, pointing at the boys you were sure were up to mischief just to piss him off. You were lying on one blanket, Nancy and Jonathan on another, and Robin on the third, reading a book and waiting for Steve to finish scolding his foster children. You didn't want to look too desperate for Eddie's arrival so you walked to the lake to see what they were doing and it had your friend so grumpy.

Max was climbing a tree while your amused sister watched from below, Mike and Lucas were splashing a couple of steps from the shore and Dustin was sitting with Will on a log. You thought that the best thing was to go with these last ones, that when they saw you, they showed a smile.

"Make a space for me" you demanded, knowing that you had enough trust with both of them. Ever since you were little Dustin had been your favorite among Will's friends and now he wasn't that different.

"Will told me you brought Eddie over to your house to play D&D, why didn't you invite me?" he rebuked you. Wow, not even five seconds had passed and Eddie's name was already in the conversation.

“I wanted it to be something of siblings”

"Hmm" he complained "But next time you have to invite me!" he threatened you and you raised your hands in surrender.

"I'm hungry. Did you bring apples?" Will asked absently, making you laugh and nod your head.

You were silent for a moment until Will started talking to Dustin about a great movie he had seen and also about an art project he was working on, while Dustin was prattling on about something scientific and telling him about his girlfriend who was grounded. You didn't know how long you were attentive to their talk, occasionally looking at the other young people, until you let out a little scream because a pair of hands came out from behind and covered your eyes. Your hands went to those that were in your eyes and the first thing you noticed was the coldness of some rings, which told you in a second who it was.

"Guess who?" said a kind and playful voice close to your ear that made you smile widely.

"Oh, what a difficult question," you muttered sarcastically, hearing him now laugh at it. Eddie removed his hands from your eyes, but not before pushing you back with them so that you fell lightly on his chest. You had to turn your head to the side to see him and you were much closer than any decent distance from his face.

"Hey," he said casually. He was so handsome and you could see the almost imperceptible freckles on his cheekbones, wishing you could kiss all of them.

“Hi” you whispered shyly. His arms were around you and his hands rested firmly on the section of your stomach. Apparently he had brushed his teeth before he came, as his breath smelled like mint, which made you wonder if he tasted like mint too.

“You two are disgusting!” Dustin yelled, snapping you out of your reverie and making Will laugh.

"Hello to you too, Henderson" he murmured, separating from you to ruffle the hair of the aforementioned "And hello, little wizard" he smiled at Will, extending his hand while the boy shook it with a blush on his cheeks that nobody realized “Would you let me steal your sister for a moment?” he asked politely, to which the boy nodded. That's when Eddie turned to you "My lady?" he murmured, standing in front of you and offering a hand to help you up.

You two walked over to where the blankets were while you held the boy's arm, so you took a moment to look him up and down. His outfit was very summery, but all in dark tones and you stifled a laugh at the sight of his feet in a pair of sandals, because you never had.

“How had you been?” you asked cautiously. You didn't want to pester him with questions about the note from the start, so you'd wait for him to tell you something.

“Okay, sweetie. My vacation days are based on eating, sleeping, and playing the guitar. A lifetime of dreams” he smiled “And you? How's work?

"Went well. Stressful and busy, but all good,” you joked. You lay down on the blanket next to him and continued talking about an article you were writing and he was listening intently.

Each pair of people had their own talks, so all you could hear around you was chatter and laughter. Well, that is until some screams were present.

“STEVE! EDDIE!”

“Y/N!” you heard them yelling and almost fell on your face when you ran towards Will's voice. Eddie and Steve were right behind you when you arrived at a scene that you thought was terrifying at first.

"Take it off me!" Mike yelled. You realized that Dustin and Will had asked for help for his friend who had a huge animal on his shoulder. Eleven and Lucas were sheltered behind Max and you laughed out loud at the scene.

"Don't be a crybaby, Mike" you mocked, approaching without the slightest fear and taking the creature away. The paws of that were about eight inches long so you had to hold it with both hands and when you turned to your friends Eddie and Robin almost climbed on top of Steve.

"You are crazy! Take that away!”

"It's harmless" you laughed. But no one could believe that from an animal that looked like a combination of a spider, a scorpion, and a crab.

"Kill it!" the dark-haired man yelled, but you turned around angrily.

"I'm not going to do that!" you exclaimed, but at the same time the animal climbed up your arm to your shoulder and everyone let out a cry of horror "Okay little friend, there are too many noises around here, where do you live?" you asked, oblivious to everyone else.

You managed to find the hole it came from and carefully took it from your shoulder to put it in there. If it hadn't been for the fact that he was an animal, you would have sworn that he raised one of his paws to thank you.

"Are you okay?" Eddie said, jumping towards you, you just got rid of the threat.

“Kids, that's called Whip Spider. It's a harmless species that probably got lost around here. Hawkins weather is not its favorite. And I'm fine, Ed” you laughed, noticing that he was still holding your face with concern, as if he was looking for a wound “You are fine, nothing bad is going to happen to you”

They were quiet for a while, recovering from the fright, and then you heard a burst of laughter from another pair and then a fit of laughter from everyone.

"From the way you screamed I thought there was a viper or a Demogorgon or some shit like that"

"Demo what?" Eddie asked with a frown.

“Nothing, darling. An inside joke” you said putting a hand on his arm and letting yourself fall against him a little so that he would hug you and stop asking questions about what Steve had just said.

"Mike was almost crying," Max sneered, earning a dirty look from the boy.

"Yeah, yeah. Thanks or whatever” he said without much encouragement. You rolled your eyes and began to walk the same way you came, but like a bucket of cold water you remembered that matter that had you so worried from the beginning.

"Those kids are such a mess…" you heard Eddie mutter, as he followed behind you and looked at the floor as if he was being careful not to step on some other animal that came out of nowhere. When he looked up you were right in front of him and that made him smile "Hi!"

"Can we go for a walk?" you just asked. You figured if you didn't do it soon, you'd probably put it off all day and you needed to know what his answer was.

"Of course," he answered calmly. You didn't tell anyone that you were going to walk the other way, but Nancy could see you and laughed to herself as she imagined what you two could do in a more private place.

The path was silent for a couple of yards until you got far enough away from everyone, and you could feel all the nerves building in the pit of your stomach, but Eddie was completely lost in nature, looking around as if he were a child.

"So..." you started to say, managing to catch his attention "What did you think?"

"About what?" he murmured, with all the naturalness in the world. You had spent days tormenting yourself and he was so calm that he almost hurt you.

"The note" you ventured to say. Hearing the mention of this he widened his eyes, probably remembering that matter.

“Oh, that note. Very funny of you” he said with a mocking tone.

Well… that was not the reaction you expected.

"Funny? That is what you think?"

"Of course. You made me think it was something important when it was just trash”

Oh. By. God. You definitely weren't ready for that.

You didn't know what to say or why Eddie was being so cruel when he had always been such a gentleman, but that simple sentence was enough to make tears pool at the corner of your eyes.

"Sure, trash" you stuttered, after a long silence, while trying with all your might not to cry. This did not go unnoticed by Eddie, who leaned toward you immediately.

"What happened? Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm great," you said, your tone as calm as possible, although it was obvious you wanted to cry "I guess you don't like commitments much, huh?" you asked, trying to laugh even a little but failing miserably.

"What?"

“I mean… it's fine anyway. I understand it"

“I am the one who is not understanding. What is the matter with you? Did I say something wrong?" he mumbled, as if he was genuinely interested, you got a little angry at that change in mood.

"No, you just called my feelings trash," you said sarcastically. As much as you wanted to avoid it, a couple of tears managed to escape from your eyes.

"Feelings? You mean by the receipt you gave me last time?”

"Receipt? He was NOT a receipt, idiot! I was asking you if you wanted to be my boyfriend” you said without thinking. Eddie immediately froze and you were too shaken to notice. There was silence for a long time where he just looked at you with his eyes wide open and you avoided his gaze.

"What did you just say?" he murmured, as he came back to reality. But you were idly still refusing to look at it "Y/N"

"Just forget it, Eddie," you replied. You had sworn that you would take the rejection in the best way but you weren't being very mature.

“Y/N I need you to explain to me what the hell you're talking about. The other night you gave me our food receipt and I thought you just wanted to get rid of the trash, was there supposed to be something written on the back or something?" he murmured, slightly desperate for an answer. Hearing him say that, you turned around with teary eyes to finally see him.

You squeezed your brain to be able to remember Tuesday night and what you had done and as if you flipped a switch in your mind came to the image of what had happened. You had put the receipt that the machine issued when you paid for everything you had consumed in the same pocket in which your note had been and when you took it out you probably… oh, that had to be a fucking bad joke.

"Tell me you're kidding"

“I take it very seriously. I still have it in the glove compartment of the car if you want to see it, but I swear he didn't have anything written on it” he said, raising both hands “Is that why you gave it to me and asked me not to see it until later? Was that what I was supposed to see?

"Jesus Christ! Take me at once” you yelled into the air, feeling your cheeks blush violently as you covered your face with both hands. You were so embarrassed, just what you had tried to avoid through the note, and of course it hadn't worked. You let yourself fall against the trunk of a tree without moving your hands from their place, because you knew that thanks to that misunderstanding you wouldn’t be able to see Eddie's face without crying.

“No, no, wait. Were you going to ask me to be your boyfriend?” he exclaimed in disbelief, approaching you in a hurry. You felt his body leaning slightly against yours as he tried to take his hands off your face, but you were more stubborn and didn't let him. It wasn't until he managed to separate them a bit and caught your lips in a kiss that your breath hitched completely and your cheeks finished coloring.

Eddie didn't give up, so after a couple of seconds you removed your hands to let yourself be guided by his lips. He smiled between the kiss and took your hands to guide them to the back of his neck, while he planted them on your sides.

It was uncanny the ability he had to make you forget absolutely everything when he was kissing you and right now it was no different. Plus, Eddie was a great kisser (something you hoped was born and not experience) so you just needed to let him guide you.

But the churning in your stomach returned when he broke away to speak:

“Now that you are calmer, would you like to explain all this mess to me, honey?” he murmured on your lips. You couldn't explain how his words were so kind, but his tone sounded like an order despite that. It was sweet, but imposing at the same time. You let out a shaky breath, but he didn't move away even a bit, just kept watching you closely.

“On Tuesday I gave you a piece of paper with a question that I thought you might consider during these days. Or at least that was what I had thought,” you murmured. Eddie smiled to himself, more than angry he seemed amused by the situation.

"So cute little Y/N Byers is proposing to me, or am I wrong?" he exclaimed, almost mocking, though you knew he didn't mean it in a bad way. You nodded and he leaned in a little more, seeking your lips "I need you to use your words, love"

"You really are a cocky little piece of shit, aren't you, Munson?" you said, now a little annoyed because he was taking advantage of the matter. But all claim was drowned in a new kiss. You were honestly getting used to Eddie running away from any confrontation like this.

“I'm sorry it took me so long,” he said suddenly, “You know, for asking. Maybe I should have realized”

"It doesn't bother me to be the one to do it, what bothers me is that you've been beating around the bush since I told you and I still don't have an answer" you exclaimed watching him. This time he didn't kiss you, but smiled right from where he was.

"I thought all these kisses had made it clear"

“Words, love” you murmured, mocking him a little at his previous sentence.

“Of course I want to be your boyfriend Y/N. It would be the greatest honor of my life” he replied and although you knew it was going to be something affirmative you did not expect that. So you were almost jumping for joy "Do you want to be mine?"

"I asked first, idiot"

"I just wanted to check" he laughed and you did too. You were more blushing because he had accepted your proposal than because of the way he had kissed you “Probably now we should go back. Those perverts must be wondering what we're doing."

“We came to kiss, Eddie. It's just what they're imagining."

“We came for a walk, actually. The kisses came with the march” he argued, making you laugh. As you said, the others were already looking, because suddenly you heard Steve's voice saying your names.

Eddie pulled away and you missed the warmth of his body on you (even if the day was fucking sunny) but it wasn't more than a couple of seconds before he took your hand and started walking back to your friends.

“Hey, and… how are we going to tell the others?”

“I don't think they will be very surprised. They always say we give each other flirtatious glances, and my siblings saw you kiss me the night we played with Will”

“So now I can introduce you as my… girlfriend?” he said cautiously as if he didn't understand the basic terms of courtship.

"Or as the woman of my life and mistress of my heart, if you wish" you exclaimed, while you heard him burst out laughing.

“My girlfriend” he repeated, as if he still had a hard time believing it “I love how that sounds”

And well, why lie? You were fascinated too.

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ashintheairlikesnow · 11 months

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You know you have to fix it now Ash

(following on this glorious angst waterfall Vee wrote!)

It is cold. It's fucking freezing out here. This place plays tricks on you, warm enough that he sweats in long sleeves sometimes in daylight but shivers without a coat at night.

He doesn't care. It doesn't fucking matter anyway. What else is he going to lose? A toe? A foot? He could lose his entire fucking leg and he wouldn't even mind. He already lost everything once.

What's the worst that can happen if the worst has already happened?

There's an answer to that. Losing the first person to give a shit about him since then. The worst part is that it's his own fault, too. He was having a nightmare. Robert was going after one of the others with a hammer and when he was done, Jameson could still hear her weeping as Robert went up the stairs. In the dream, he'd been lying on the couch, too. And he couldn't move an inch.

Then Robert had touched him and said, Your turn. Time to put the dog out of its misery. There was blood on the hammer, blood and... other parts of a person. When his eyes opened, he saw Robert leaning over him, and the knife is always there. He didn't know.

He didn't know.

Safer to throw insults and accusations, to get Taron off the scent of the nightmare itself. Safer to, to maybe hope it would be that - maybe Taron did want to fool around on the couch while Zizi slept upstairs. Jameson would let him do whatever he wanted. He can show how grateful he is. He can prove it.

He wants to.

But Taron has been safe. Someone Jameson could dream about, think about with his eyes closed and sliding his hand into his pants in the dark when they've gone to bed. He can do that and know it would never happen.

So why...

Why did it feel safer to hope Taron did want that, instead of admitting he was scared? Just... afraid of the shit in his own brain.

Whatever. He was going to ruin this eventually anyway. Everybody wants something, for a kindness. Nobody is nice for free. And Jameson only has the one thing to trade, and it's the one thing Taron didn't want. Eventually he would stop being a novelty or something fun to help and it would have ended like this.

His toes tingle inside the boots Taron gave him, crunching in roadside gravel and debris. Nobody on the road - it isn't even dawn yet. Some dog barks somewhere in the distance and Jameson hunches further into himself, hoping it stays in the distance. He doesn't like dogs. Well, not many.

The sky is clear and empty, an explosion of stars above his head. He's been walking for an hour but the dim orange glow of the city is still a long way away. Here, he can see everything. Wind rustles through grass. The dog barks again, echoing, bouncing around the landscape.

He left the knife, he realizes. Dropped it when he ran. He hasn't got a weapon, nothing defensive but his fists. And he's a shit fighter.

Fuck it.

He can get another fucking knife. Taron can have it. Something to remember him by.

Some part of him had hoped, like a stupid child, that Taron would come after him in his truck, heater running, and ask him to come back. But nothing. And... This was a step too far. He's hurt someone now. Someone who just wanted to help.

Jameson is just so fucking tired of trying to survive alone, but thanks to his own bullshit it's the only choice he has.

By the time he makes it to the first suburban neighborhoods, the nearly rural outposts that ring the city, he's barely shuffling his feet. The sun is rising, and his fingers are so cold they feel warm again. The sun is rising, and still...

He has work. Jameson was supposed to help out today. Now he'll have a bandage on his arm and he'll tell them how fucking dangerous I am. There'll be a picture of my face saying I'm not welcome anymore, taped right in the door. Assaulting the boss. Hurting-... my friend, maybe. Fucking idiot.

A bitter laugh finds its way out of him, and he sinks boneless and aching down to sit on a curb, head in his hands.

He's crying and he isn't sure how long he's been crying for. But he can't seem to stop. He cries as quietly as he can, while the sun wipes out every hint of the starlight. Eventually, he sees a man come out of a house on the phone and Jameson gets hurriedly to his feet and shuffles away as fast as he can. He isn't stupid enough to wait for the cops to show up and ask to see his wrist.

He finds a soup kitchen to eat at, taking toast and butter and some bitter weak instant coffee. There's even some scrambled eggs, hard and rubbery and, possibly, not even actually made of eggs. He eats it all, red-eyed and still sniffling. The other guys at the table call him ugly and ask how he got the scar on his face.

I trusted a nice girl who said she'd buy me dinner. I didn't know any better. I thought people would help me. I thought I might deserve help.

He just grunts.

One of the people working the soup kitchen is that woman Taron is friends with. Flannel over a Tshirt, jeans, long brown hair in a braid going gray. She greets him cheerfully. He can't tell if she recognizes him or if she just talks to everyone this way. If she does know him, she doesn't show it. Just dishes him out seconds on eggs and offers him a blueberry muffin for the road, plus a little pack of Kleenex 'for your allergies'.

He recognizes the simple act of kindness - letting him keep his tears for himself - but for a second he has no idea how to reply. Then, he mutters, "Thanks," and turns away. His feet hurt like hell. He needs somewhere to crash.

There's a shelter attached to the soup kitchen. They don't have any beds but say he can nap on a couch for a couple hours. He takes them up on it, curling around his backpack - the one Taron gave him, full of supplies just in case, because he knew Jameson is shit and would need to be kicked out one day - so nobody can steal it.

While he dozes, Nat steps into the kitchen to wash dishes and crooks her phone against her ear. She smiles at the deep voice that answers. "Hard night, huh? No, T, you sound fine. Just asking because... Did something happen with your stray? Well, cause I just served him breakfast, and he doesn't look great. What? I'm volunteering over at Hope's Voice today, there's some kids showing up lately they wanted me to talk to. But... Yes, Taron, he ate. But tell me what happened, because he looks a mess and you don't sound much better..."

#taron and jameson au #whump #angst #THE ANGST #jameson au #bbu #pet whump #box boy universe #box boy #runaway whumpee

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browniesarethebest · 1 year

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I’m just absolutely in love w ur reverse batfam au! I’d love to see the first time one of the rogues meets Robin. Like, who is this brightly colored child that just did a crazy flip and laughed while kicking my goon in the head???

Aw thank you! Here you go!

Note: This has been in my drafts forever and I am so sorry for that. It's been a very hectic time.

"All right, are you ready?" Spoiler asked as she put her hood up.

"Yes!" Robin replied, bouncing from foot to foot impatiently. He had been out as Robin before, but only to take out a couple of two-bit thugs. With the recent Arkham breakout, however, it was all hands on deck, and Dick thought there wasn't a better time for him to finally fight a Rogue. Of course, they wouldn't be sending him to one like the Joker, but Dick didn't really care who he got to fight as long as he did get to finally fight a Rogue.

...Okay, so maybe he didn't want someone like Condiment King, but Dick was pretty sure they were sending him after the Riddler.

Dick was decked out in his Robin costume, which was a fight to get made the way he wanted. He had on his red, short-sleeved tunic, but had to compromise with shorts rather than the actual leotard. He refused to wear pants, and the Bats refused to send him out in what Jason called "scaly, green panties." His outfit was completed with green boots and a bright yellow cape.

It was much brighter than any of the other Bats' costumes, but Dick didn't care. These were the Graysons' colors, and he was going to make his parents proud.

Stephanie came up and clapped him on the shoulder. "You're with me tonight." She leaned down and whispered loudly into his ear. "Damian and I had to rock, paper, scissors for it."

Robin giggled. "And he lost?" He looked over to Shadowbat, who was glowering at the distress signals that lit up the map of Gotham.

"I'm never letting him live it down," she replied, grinning.

Once everyone was suited up and had their assignments, Robin hopped on the back of Steph's motorcycle, whooping with delight as they sped out of the Cave. The Riddler had been last seen by the docks—how cliche—and it took all of Dick's restraint to not bounce right off the seat before they got there. As soon as Spoiler parked, Dick was flipping off the bike and once again bouncing from foot to foot with impatience. Steph put a hand on his shoulder to still the boy.

"I know you're excited," she said softly. "But this is serious. I need you to bring your A-game. Think you can do that for me?"

Robin nodded eagerly before trying to school his face into a more serious expression. Spoiler suppressed a smile as the boy clearly failed.

"All right, let's go."

They snuck into the warehouse Riddler was last seen in carefully. It was pitch black, so Spoiler and Robin switched to night vision. They were quickly blinded as the lights switched on.

"Riddle me this! I open up to let you through. I can be a clever trick or the means to your doom."

"A trapdoor!" Spoiler grabbed Robin and shot her grapple towards the ceiling just as a trapdoor opened beneath them. She swung them to safety and set Robin down as the Riddler's cackle filled the room.

"I am always around but unseen. I am often avoided but never outrun. I could find you at the end of the road or even the next corner. What am I?"

Robin bounced up and down with his hand raised. "Oh! Oh! I know this one! It's Death!" He turned to Spoiler with a grin. "I read that in my book of riddles I got at the Scholastic book fair."

The Riddler had gone silent as Stephanie attempted to hold in her snort.

"...Is that a fucking five-year-old?"

"Hey!"

"Never mind that! The kindergartner is correct! Prepare to die!"

Goons flooded into the room and surrounded the duo. Spoiler's heart skipped a beat, feeling nervous for the first time in a while. She knew Dick was prepared, but she couldn't help but worry for him. The Riddler was right—Dick was just a child. Though he wasn't quite as young as Riddler thought, his youth still jumped out at Stephanie.

She took a deep breath and clenched her fists. She could feel Robin tensing behind her.

He could do this.

And he did.

The fight wasn't easy—it never was with disproportionate numbers, but Spoiler and Robin prevailed. Her heart bloomed with pride as they worked together to take down Riddler's goons, just as they had practiced. She could sense the henchmen's confusion as Dick flipped, kicked, and cackled. It wasn't exactly the first time they had fought one of Batman's children, but none of them had been quite like Robin.

Damian had been like a shadow in the night (no pun intended)—silent, quick, and almost deadly. The criminals of Gotham had referred to him as a demon. Tim had been wise-cracking but efficient. Jason had probably been the closest in similarity to Dick, but he still hadn't quite had the grace and flexibility that the younger boy possessed.

Not to mention that they had all been older than Dick when they started.

She could see a few men hesitate to hit Robin when he was in range—not that the boy would have let them. Spoiler could tell that Dick was aware of his surroundings. She could also see how Robin's cackles unnerved others and the glee Dick took in causing that.

Soon enough, the last goon was knocked out, and Spoiler and Robin moved further into the warehouse. There were many more riddles and traps for them to get through, but Stephanie was always the best one at solving riddles (besides Batman), and that riddle book Dick had bought seemed to come in handy as well. It wasn't long before Spoiler was breaking down the door to the Riddler's control room. The man scrambled out of his chair and bolted for the hidden exit, but he was stopped as Robin launched towards him from Spoiler's shoulders.

"Riddle me this! What's black, blue, and green all over?" the boy called out before delivering a swift kick to the Riddler's face and knocking the man to the floor. "You after I kick your butt!"

The Riddler stared up at Robin incredulously as he held his bruised jaw. "Seriously?!"

Robin smirked as he put his hands on his hips. "Looks like you got your ass kicked by a third-grader!"

The Riddler stared at Spoiler, who grinned in response. "You heard the kid."

Spoiler cuffed the Riddler and led him out just in time for a couple of squad cars to pull up. The officers paused briefly at the sight of the boy in traffic light colors but were able to shrug it off. The Bats were psycho but they knew what they were doing. For all the officers knew, this kid was probably a demon in disguise.

Spoiler and Robin were perched on a warehouse rooftop as they watched as the Riddler was loaded in and driven back to Arkham. Robin was vibrating with excitement as he turned to face her.

"So did I do good tonight? I did, right? Wasn't I so cool? I was like 'Bam! Pow! Riddle me this, Riddler!'" He punched and kicked the air as he spoke but stilled at Spoiler's hand on his shoulder.

"You did great tonight. I'm so proud of you."

Robin beamed before grinning sheepishly. "Just don't tell Agent A I said 'ass,' okay?"

"Cross my heart and hope to die," Stephanie replied, holding out her fist. "Sibling honor, little dude."

Dick bumped her fist. "Sibling honor!"

"Now what do you say we get some post-fight milkshakes before we join up with the others?"

"Yeah!"

#anon #ask #reverse batfamily #dick grayson #robin #reverse robins au #my fic #stephanie brown #spoiler #riddler #batman #reverse batfamily au #reverse robins #Am I happy about one of the riddles? No. Am I gonna change it? Also no.

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vamp-hollow · 2 years

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What about scenario of Eddie meeting a goth gn!reader for the first time? Like him seeing them in school and being like “oh my god i’m in love” immediately.

Rainbow In The Dark

Eddie Munson x Goth gn! Reader

A/N:yes the title is a pun,sorry this one took long!

F/M:Family member

when the pining is mutual

(dude is used once as a gender neutral term)

Word count:1.8k (jfc)

"BRRRRRRRRRRR" the noise jolted you out of your sleep, peeking out the windowsill next to your bed. It was your (F/M), honking their horn in frustration " CMON Y/N LETS GOO" they yelled, honking the horn repeatedly, hoping that you wouldn't be late for your first day of school. Well, your idea of the first day. You had already been going for at least a week, but it was mainly getting a tour, classes, and technical stuff that you didn't really pay attention to anyway. But now was your time to show out. I mean hell if you aren’t gonna pass then you might as well make the most of it.

You had enrolled in the middle of the school year so your hopes for getting those straight A’s that your (F/M) wanted you to get so bad we’re kind of thrown out the window. Your thoughts were cloudy and disorganized most likely due to the night prior; from what? you don’t know. but something had for sure been in your system that was giving you a major headache. You rubbed your dry eyes and groaned, Getting up and stretching before looking through your baskets full of laundry for something to wear. The moving truck hadn’t come in yet, So you had to make a do with whatever was in the pits of fabric. thankfully, your patch pants were in there and they weren’t TOO dirty just a scuff here and there. Your denim jacket was also in there but you decided that it was a little too hot outside to wear something like that. So, you chose a distressed striped (R/C) sweater. With the number of distressed holes in it, it probably wasn’t even counted as a sweater anymore. The sleeves were tattered and mangled, just how you liked it. You threw these on with some combat boots. you could sense your F/M/s and annoyance from your room so decided that you needed to speed things up a little. You brushed your teeth whilst putting on deodorant. You had to make sure you smelled good; You didn’t care if they called you a freak or weirdo. But, you did care if they said that you smelled off. You Rammed your fingers into the styling gel styling up your hair into a (fav style) it wasn’t your Best By your standards but you were rushing so who cares? You grabbed your spiked wristband off the counter, snapping it on your wrist. You clicked the chains onto your belt loop, draping them criss-cross across your pants, and your favorite dog tag around your neck. you looked sexy as hell and you knew it but you REALLY needed to get going. You slung your bag over your shoulder, scrambling with the tape recorder before putting in the cassette and playing Madhouse By Anthrax. Mostly cause you wanted to block out your (F/M) scolding about being ready for school on time.

The car wheels screech to cross the pavement your body jolting forward slightly “Now listen, don't cause a ruckus at this one ok? We already got enough problems to deal with this truck being delayed in all” you (F/M) said before unlocking the car door “Cmon, I'm not THAT bad” you Teased, Giving them a quick hug before walking to the front door. You could already feel the eyeballs being burned into the back of your head, But you simply blurred them out to try and plug your brain with noise. You were just excited about lunch because that was the time when you could go off by yourself and just enjoy the peace. Even after you entered the building; The stares would not stop. You sighed. knowing that this school year, your last year is probably gonna be the worst year of your life.

School went by an inconsistent pace, slowing in the speeding up periodically with every class you went to. As soon as that bell rang you got up from your seat, ignoring the yells and offhanded comments about Satanism that you occasionally got walking to your locker. You looked at the note that Your counselor Had given you about your combination, and twisted the dial accordingly. however, while you were twisting the dial you could hear the sound of papers and a book crashing to the ground next to your feet. You looked over, going to pick The items off of the floor when another hand met yours. The hand of this mysterious person Had taken you aback; they had nice, defined, long veiny hands with somewhat slim crooked fingers. Rings accompanying about 3/4 of the hand on each one. You yourself had nice hands also, but his were just mesmerizing to stare at. You looked up at the man with the nice hands to be greeted with an even prettier picture. From seeing him you could tell maybe a little bit on the older side, but still a senior. He had dark oak eyes with medium-length wavy hair of the same color He had thickish eyebrows with a nose that looked like it had come out of a sculpture, And his lips were rosy, and somewhat filled in. after what felt like an eternity of staring, You and the boy opened your lips at the same time.

“You're fuckin sick” The Words escaped your lips in unison you laughed a bit and so did he. hiding his flustered face in his bush of hair that rested on his shoulders

“You’re a fresh face, you new here?”He said parking his eyebrow up equally awaiting a response from you.

“Yup, names (y/n)” you responded holding out your hand, offering him to shake it.

“names Eddie, Eddie Munson.” He smirked shaking your hand with a firm grasp and hoisting you up off of your knees.

“Well it's a pleasure to meet you, Munson,” you said, putting your things in your locker before walking away. But before you could get far he grabbed your wrist, causing you to look back at him, a little surprised. “Hey, uhm… I got a spot that has your name on it during lunch? Care for a seat?” He says rather theatrically, god you love his energy.

“Why yes I do fancy I seat,” you say, mocking his voice and demeanor, he gives you a fist bump before walking away, a chipperness in his step.

Your final class before lunch had ended, and thank God it did. you would think that the whole school is made of televangelists how much these kids want to preach to you about how you’re “going to the Darkside” or whatever they call it. but you paid them no mind at all. Something else was on your mind. it was the boy, Eddie Munson, The way his name rolled off your tongue you'd think it was almost made for that purpose. you could not stop daydreaming about him during class and were so excited to see him. But maybe that moment came earlier than expected, As when you turned the corner down the hallway, he was right there. in your face. You had bumped into his chest, his scent entering through your nose and filling your senses.

“Hey! Y/n the mysterious” Eddie cooed putting his hands up like a vampire, making hissing sounds.

You rolled your eyes at his joke but not before laughing a little bit “and Eddie the greaseball” You said as a comeback and he was definitely not expecting that His mouth lay open in shock “Hey! That was mean!” He pouted giving you puppy dog eyes.

“Alright Eddie, what do you want?”

“ I uhm a-actually h-have more um p-private spot I want to go to.. if-if that’s okay with you!” He stuttered through his sentence, his courageous Demeanor dropping. He played with the rings in his fingers and twirled them around his hair. he was nervous, cutely nervous, and it flustered you that you were like an aphrodisiac to this man. but your subconscious was telling you other things, that you just met this man and you probably shouldn’t follow him off too far. Or else you would really disappear from the town forever.

“Uhm…yeah of course Eddie,” you said anyway, giving him a crooked smile before he wrapped his arm around your (hips/shoulder) holding you close to him

“Trust me you'll like it”

Eddie had taken you by the Hand to a dingy picnic table behind the school's football field, the table probably had tetanus and spiders but you sat on the table next to him anyway. He pulled out a small bot of cigarettes from his back pocket and a lighter, placing the cig in his mouth

"you smoke?" you questioned, scooting away a tiny bit so the blowing wind wouldn't blow the ash into your face. Eddie noticed this movement and placed the cigarette back into its place," yeah but now's not the time" he said, a peal of stifled laughter escaping his mouth.

"Why do you wanna please me so bad?" you asked, You noticed that Eddie had been looking back at you constantly, his eyes had been begging for reassurance that he wasn't making you uncomfortable

"(Y/N) are you kiddin' me? you're…you're so fucking cool. the way you carry yourself like you're hot shit and you know it is admirable, especially in an environment like this it's amazing!" he exclaimed, your face got hot at the compliment, ethereal?…wow

"Ed i-" you started but the words wouldn't come out. He eagerly awaited for you to finish your sentence but the silence lingered his expression turned sorrowful.

"Did I say too much? I didn't mean to startle you.." he said, rubbing the back of his neck before scooting away from you "Eddie wait -" "Really it's ok, no need to dwindle on it…" he murmured

you both had something that was on the tip of your tongue, both of you had something you wanted to say, but your words were fleeting and lunch was almost over

That's when you had an idea.

"wanna hear something?" you asked Eddie, his head perking up as he nodded. You pulled another set of headphones from the pocket in your backpack, plugging them and handing it to Eddie. You put in your cassette and hit play, Children of the Grave By Black Sabbath beginning, You heard Eddie Gasp with excitement, his body shaking as he grabbed your hand. "BLACK SABBATH!" he exclaimed through closed teeth, he was jamming out and you laughed at how ecstatic he was. "god I love you dude," he said, his comment was offhanded but it made your heart skip a beat. you held his hand tighter.

You ended up sitting at that table for hours and hours, listening to the few cassettes you had brought with you that day. But it was just background noise compared to the way that Eddie looked at you. Still Holding your hand tight.

He sighed

“I guess us freaks really do find eachother huh?”

(OK ITS DONE JFC)

#eddie munson #fanfic #i dont know how cassetes work #mutual pining #just kiss already #eddie munson x gn!reader #god theyre so gay

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candied-boys · 1 year

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Second Chances

Leon Dompteur x gn! Reader

No tags. A little drabble for @leonscape ♥️

“No.”

“WHAT?!” Yves screeches and spills piping hot tea all over his pants.

Even Licht’s usually calm demeanor cracks, his cookie missing his mouth entirely as it slips through his fingers and tumbles to the floor.

“Yeah, they said no.”

“What the hell did you do?” Jin asks, shuffling his knees out of Yves way so the poor creature can escape the sofa to find a towel.

“I have no idea! That's the thing!”

“I thought you two were… you know, a done deal…” Licht mumbles, rubies flitting across the floor for the cookie.

“Uh… yeah. That's what I thought too. I mean, we've been dating forever. I never got the impression they didn't want to get married.”

“I got the impression they were pretty excited about your upcoming anniversary last we spoke,” Yves replies, yanking a cloth from between a pile of books and papers that scatter across the floor.

“Exactly! I wouldn't have asked if I thought there would be any hesitation. I don't want to put any pressure on them. I really thought… I dunno… the answer would be yes… Was I expecting too much?”

The soft sound of cotton rubbing across silk and the crumble of a cookie under a boot fills the long silence.

It ends with a loud crunch as Jin cracks his lolly and counters, “You must've done something wrong. There's no way us three could get an enthusiastic yes from each of our lovers but the king couldn't.”

“Remind me, how did you propose again?”

“In bed during post sex cuddles. How else? Good feels, skin contact, afterglow, emotional intimacy — it's a guaranteed yes… What are you all looking at me like that for?!!”

“Right. Yves, what did you do?”

“Baked all their favourite desserts, revelled in our shared collection of precious memories, told them all the ways they make me a better person and how I could never live without them, showered them in affection and praise. I tried to just be true to ourselves. What did you do?”

“We had a lovely, romantic tea party. There was a bit of a kerfuffle I sorted out, but after everything calmed down I took them out to the balcony to look over the cityscape and I proposed there.”

Jin narrows his eyes and cocks his head. “You had… a tea party?”

“Yeah, we love having tea together. It's one of my favourite ways to relax together.”

“Was it a fancy tea party? Did you bake all the treats yourself and hand craft them with love and affection?”

“Yves, that's you not me.”

“That's almost as bad as the guy who got his girlfriend a manicure, lied that it was a gift so the woman wouldn't be upset about the cost, used a friend to pass on the gift certificate instead of doing it personally — all hoping she'd come home and be in a good mood — then lit some candles and just popped the question.”

“What's wrong with that?”

“She was super busy and stressed that day with deadlines. He wasn't honest about the price so she just got the most basic manicure ever. Then, he didn't even cook dinner or do anything that says he's thoughtful or reliable. He just dropped the question at home with some candles like the answer was guaranteed!”

“I don't get it, Yves. That sounds decent to me…”

“If he was going to spend that much, he could at least have bought her something she would actually enjoy like yarn for knitting or a couples massage or go on a getaway! It's like he doesn't know her at all!!”

“That was almost me…” Licht mumbles from the corner.

“I didn't mean for you to take my advice literally and follow every step! I meant it as inspiration!! If you're lover doesn't like manicures, you should know that! Not me!!” Yves squeaks in protest.

“What did you do instead?”

“He took them horseback riding out to the meadow. I made the picnic basket because, obviously, Licht in the kitchen is almost as bad as Clavis. He set the ring in a pretty little holder and tucked that into the dessert. You didn't actually ask, did you?”

“No,” Licht answers quietly, cheeks stained red and shoulders rounded shyly. “Didn't have to… They understood… That's why we got married after all…”

“I still don't see how my proposal is that bad… You know all how much that view of the city means to me. They do too.”

Unwrapping another lollipop Jin queries, “Yeah, but did you talk about that with them or just use it as a backdrop?”

“Oh… hmmm…”

“Did you set the mood by saying how much you cherish the little moments together, like having tea and such?” Yves asks and retakes his seat in the centre of the sofa.

“You're much more verbal than I am. You at least asked them directly, right?”

“Okay, okay. I fucked everything up! I didn't think about what would make them feel loved as much as what would put me at ease to ask such a nerve-wracking question! I've been so stressed since becoming king that we spend less time together, and I just wanted to relax together like before…”

“I think if you told them that, walked them through how much you need them as your pillar of strength, told them all the ways you need them by your side as you bear this new role, hold them close and explain what they really mean to you, they'd say yes. Seriously! Why are y'all looking at me like that!!”

“Jin has a point. Even if you want to keep the event itself low-key, you have to make sure you're not so exhausted that you can't express the emotions the proposal depends on. I'm sure this isn't about them not loving you. Quite the opposite. They just want to share that vulnerability and take a moment to appreciate the constant that is your love for one another.”

Through a mouthful of cookie Licht concurs with his two older brothers, “Mhm.”

“Do you think if I tried again they would say yes?”

“If you make sure you have the emotional capacity to express yourself fully this time, then yes,” Yves answers and pours himself more tea.

“I suggest being a bit more romantic this time though. At least have a candlelit dinner on the balcony if you're adamant about proposing there. I still think bedtime snuggles— What did I say now?!”

“Thanks guys. I'll think about it. I'm sure there's something I can do that will really feel like us.”

#ikemen prince #ikepri #ikemen prince leon #ikepri leon #leon dompteur

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faytelumos · 3 months

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Find the Word

Thank you @serenanymph for tagging me! :D And again, sorry I went so long before doing this one, haha! My words today are ground, glass, grimace, gesture, and genuine!

ground

Ohrik smacked my elbow suddenly.

"Come on," he said, standing up. "Let's go outside." I stared up at him.

"Are you crazy?" I asked. "What if the clouds are open?" He rolled his eyes.

"Then we won't sleep outside," he said. "Come on." He grabbed my arm and pulled, and I had half a mind to dig in and make myself heavy so he couldn't drag me away. But I didn't want to draw too much attention to us by fighting. So I let him take me to the tent flap.

He peeked his head out and looked around. I pushed his head down and got on my tiptoes to see out, over him. It still looked cloudy outside. He turned and got his over-shirt and outer pants, but left the coat. I did the same, and we both put on our boots and went outside.

It was strange to be outside on Lakata. Normally, we didn't even work this day. Mom made tea and we played games or darned clothes. Everything was barely damp, no drips or bubbles of water clinging to the grass blades, no rivulets between rocks on the ground. Ohrik ventured out as if nothing at all was wrong, heading south through the grass. I looked up, picking out the Gate Mountain in the distance. The clouds above were holding for now. I went to follow Ohrik.

glass puddle

Glass basically doesn't exist in this story, so this was the closest thing I could think of. :3

The Run was supposed to be hard. That was the point of it. In order to be an adult and a member of society, a person had to prove they were capable. So they spent eight days alone, keeping warm and getting food on their own, and they won a fight against someone twice their size.

I checked my boots, making sure water was beading properly on them. It was truly raining again today, and water was coming down off of the trees in heavy, steady globs. In the forest, there were gaps in the ground between plants, where puddles formed before the water could drain into the rocks below. It was always best to avoid these, within reason. I wouldn't be able to dry my boots out here. But I had water-proofed them again before we left. It seemed to be holding up.

The forest felt much more dangerous without Ia or Toler. The birds weren't just singing now, they were covering up the sounds of cats. Every bee I saw seemed angry. If I stepped away from the [stream], it seemed I had to travel twice as far.

grimace wince (cw: description of animal kill)

I pulled out one of my mittens and put it on my left hand. Then I pulled out my knife and stepped forward. The lemming bared its teeth and tried to run at me, and I flinched back. It tried again, but its leg was stuck and twisted up by our snare. It had to be painful. The longer I hesitated, the more pain it went through. I took a deep breath and reached for it.

It twisted and bit at me, but my mitten kept me safe as I struggled to grab its nape. It hissed and growled, twisting and thrashing, and I finally clamped it down on the ground and pushed it back towards the base of the snare. But it didn't seem to untwist its leg, panting and squeaking at me. I winced, my stomach twisting. The poor thing didn't have a chance. It was just scared.

I grabbed the nape of its neck and held it tightly, bringing up the knife. I lined up the blade, wanting to make it quick and clean. It kept squeaking, an awful, loud noise, and I finally got the blade lined up right and sank it into the little heart. It went quiet, and I pulled out the knife and let go of it just enough to watch it. It wasn't breathing.

My skin crawled a little. I didn't want to ever have to do that again.

gesture

"Ngas doesn't like me."

Ohrik groaned at this. "You don't know that."

I frowned at him. "Yes I do!"

"Fine, fine, what about Deez?"

I considered this. "Deez is strong," I agreed. "But I haven't talked much to him."

"I'm sure you'd get along," Ohrik said. He carefully examined the tuft in his hand.

"Doesn't he have a wife already?" I asked. Ohrik finally looked up at me.

"Oh, yes. That's right. Who was it?"

I laughed. "Sema. They married this spring."

"That's right," he mused, looking back to the grass. "How well do you get along with Sema?"

I laughed again, watching him. "Why do you mind who I marry so much?" I asked. He looked up at me again. "Who are you going to marry?"

"I don't know yet," he said again, and he swatted the grass away from him. I watched him turn his back to me and toe another grass patch.

"You're not thinking of marrying me, are you?"

"What!" he demanded, turning to look at me. "No! Ew!" I gasped and glared.

"What does that mean!"

"You're…!" He gestured to me, vaguely motioning from my hood to my boots.

"What? I'm what?"

"You're small!" he finally said.

"I'm just as big as Threem!"

"No, she's already gotten taller." I shook my head at him.

"Well, it's fine, because I wouldn't want to marry you, anyway."

"You'd be so lucky," he said, crossing his arms.

genuine clear

The rain and clouds above and the water below thrummed like a gentle static in the air. I let the spirit of it soak into me, penetrating the warm and protective clothes, through my skin, into my bones. Water was easy, it was unstoppable, it gave life, and it never hesitated. The blood of this world, forever cycling between sky and sea, the next life and the life before. Raindrops to rivulets to streams to rivers to the ocean, and all back again.

I slipped into river stance. Easy, strong, always moving, always changing. I flowed to rain catcher. To river father. River mother. Ocean pull. Easy, slow, and strong.

Threem began to sing. Her voice was clear despite the heavy rain. I followed my hierarchy, letting her voice and her words pass over and around me.

It did not take long for the birds to gather. They landed on the rocks, their massive talons gripping the uneven surfaces easily. Threem and I didn't pause as the first one approached. It looked between us, its black feathers puffed threateningly. A black beak, a girl. My stances turned me away, but I kept her place in my mind's eye. Another was approaching, on the opposite side from her. Gray beak, smaller, his black feathers smoothed and dripping. He came closer to me, his sharp eyes studying.

I'm gonna gently tag @those-damn-snippets, @surplus-of-sarcasm, @kaatiba, @afoolandathief, and @tildeathiwillwrite, as well as anyone else who wants to play, for the words hungry, messy, laugh, stomp, and blue.

#tag game #writeblr #writing #Fayte writes #writers on Tumblr #wow I was really striking out on these words @_@#I went through genuine honest and pure before getting to clear XD #I really thought I was gonna have pure in here but I guess not #oc: Shryth #oc: Ohrik #have I ever mentioned that I love Ohrik?#I'm really discovering him in this draft #it's like when you know you liked a character in a show you watched as a kid and then you watch it again as an adult and you're like #yeah this guy is actually so freaking awesome #cooler even than I remember

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