#but he would hate for us to mope around for days and weeks on end
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because matt is so tough lately can you write something about reader trying to show him her love with cutesy thing but hes just tough and even snaps at her for lil things and one time reader starts crying and tell him how she feels and matt feels bad and apologize and then some fluff
Can’t You See?
Pairing: Matt Sturniolo X Female Reader
Synopsis: Y/N can’t understand why Matt is being such an ass to her. She’s going through her own stuff, and tries her best to be the best for Matt, but it just not good enough🩶 I also combined it with this request reader starts getting depressed but matt is an idiot and doesn’t notice and even makes it worse by being angry always than nick and chris talk to him and then he makes it up with fluffy ending
Warnings⚠️: Matt is an asshole in this which is not at all how Id think he’d actually be, but I had to do it🤭 Hope yall enjoy🫶🏽
Song for the imagine: Mark My Words- Justin Bieber
So you heard it all before
Falling in and out of trust
Trying to rekindle us
Only to lose yourself
But I won’t let me lose you
And I won’t let us just fade away
These past few weeks I have been at an all time low mentally. It’s been getting harder and harder to pull myself out of bed and get stuff done. I hated this feeling because it destroyed my life outside of my head.
At first Matt was understanding and even tried to help me, but this wasn’t something he could help me with. This was my own battle. I had to try and fix myself. I hated to put this on him and his brothers because I didn’t want them to stop what they were doing for me.
I often removed myself from them, focusing on myself when I got like this. They always checked up on me, but I made it clear I was okay on my own.
Most days I would wake up and shower and just sit in bed for hours staring at a wall or scrolling on my phone. Often forgetting to eat or drink water. At first they tried to help me, but then they went on with their lives doing what they needed to do, and I didn’t mind. That was until Matt started getting upset
I was once again sitting in Matt’s bed today in complete darkness curled up in a ball looking at the wall just thinking. It’s crazy how fast time goes when you’re not paying attention. Suddenly the door opened the lights flickered on causing me to squint
“Have you gotten up at all today?” Matt asked bluntly
“I have” I said in a whisper
“Are you just going to sit in bed everyday and mope around?” He asked opening his closet to change his outfit
“I’m not moping matt” I said not even looking over at him
“Yes you are, I’m trying to get you to get up and go out, see some light, and all you can do is lay around and stare at the wall” he said scoffing at me
“You’re being a dick” I said to him
“I’m not I’m being honest, and you clearly don’t like honesty” he said looking through his closet
“I’m going through something right now, and I’m really struggling to feel better, so you coming in here and barking at me isn’t helping” I said to him
“So get up, like force yourself up and let’s go do something. We can go for a ride or to the boardwalk or even to eat….just something” he said
“I don’t want to get up okay, you don’t get it” I said back
“I do get it. Do you know how many days I wake up and I want to roll over and stay in my room, but I can’t because I actually have a job to do and content to create” he replied back
I turned over completely appalled at his words
“Actually have a job? We both have the same fucking job you fucking asshole” I said looking at him
“Well look who’s putting in the work and who isn’t” he said looking over at me
“You’re such a fucking piece of shit when you want to be” I said rolling my eyes
“I tried to be there for you, but this has been going on for so long, and it’s exhausting trying to help you” he replied slipping his shirt on
“No one fucking asked you to help me I said I got it on my own. I’m so fucking sorry my depression is taking such a toll on you” I said getting up from the bed
“It’s upsetting to just see you lay here and waste your days away” he said looking over at me
“Can’t you see?…..YOU JUST DONT GET IT” I yelled the last part at him
Opening his door and walking out slamming the door behind me. I was fuming and I needed to get out of the house immediately.
I grabbed my purse and my car keys from the table
“Hey you okay?” Nick asked me as I walked into the living room
“Yeah I’m fine your brothers being a dick” I said
“Classic Matt” Chris responded
“Where are you going?” Matt suddenly asked from the kitchen
“I’m leaving” I said with my back to him
“This is what it took for you to get up? Was an argument? It’s shocking how upset you get over small things” he responded
“Matt shut the fuck up” Chris said to him
“I’m not mad I’m disappointed that you of all people are acting this way towards me” I said finally looking over at him
“I was just trying to help you” he said
“Whatever I’m going” I said turning to walk down the stairs
“Where?” Matt asked
“Away from you. I need space from you” I said
With that I walked down the stairs and hopped into my car deciding to drive back to my apartment. Once I got home I decided to shower and listen to music while I cooked something for myself
I loved Matt but his communication skills were horrible. It’s crazy that this small argument put some drive into me to start doing stuff. I was filled with so much anger and hurt from Matt. This was not who he was, and I wasn’t sure if he was going through something himself, or if I was genuinely making him upset.
I allowed myself to hurt and cry in the comfort of my own home. Scared that this would cause our relationship to end, but also scared that it could be something I wanted too.
I slept it off that day, and hadn’t spoken to Matt in three days. I would text Nick and Chris letting them know I was okay, and that I wasn’t too sure what I wanted to do as far as our relationship.
Another three days went by, and it was a good week now since I last saw Matt. Around the fifth day he started to call me, but I ignored his calls, truly needing this time to think.
On the eighth day I felt better, and I really missed Matt. I wanted to make things up to him and make things right. I decided to go on a small shopping spree for him and write him a cute letter attached to a new stuffed animal I got him.
After shopping I decided to head over to the triplets house letting Nick know I’d be over shortly. He left the door unlocked for me. I made my way to their front door letting myself in.
“Hi guys” I said walking up the stairs
“Heyyy you’re back” Chris said
“I am” I said giggling
“Are you feeling any better?” Nick asked me
“I feel much better. I think I just really needed those last days to think about everything and figure out what I wanted to do” I responded
“Are you breaking up with his bitch ass?” Chris asked laughing
“No I came to apologize to him” I said
“Apologize to him? You didn’t do anything wrong” Nick said
“I feel like I shut him out and I lacked communication with him, and that’s why I want to say sorry” I told him
“Aww okay” Nick said
“He’s in his room” Chris said
I nodded and walked over to Matt’s room, opening the door to see him lying on his bed scrolling through his phone.
“Matt” I said shutting the door behind me
“Baby” he said getting off the bed and coming over to kiss and hug me
“I missed you” I said kissing him again
“I missed you too” he said looking down at me
“I brought you gifts to say I’m sorry” I said smiling at him
“Oh yeah?” He said nodding at me
I gave him the stuffed animal and the bags of stuff. He walked over to his bed placing the stuffed animal on his bed and sitting down to look in the bags
He pulled out shirts and beanies and a new necklace
“Why’d you get me this?” He said his mood suddenly changing
“Well to say I’m sorry for not talking to you” I said
“You sit around moping and then suddenly you feel better to go shopping? This is all so expensive, why'd you waste your money?” He said looking at me
“What? I’m confused right now” I said shaking my head
“You don’t talk to me, but you think buying me expensive stuff is going to fix us?” He said
“Matt, are you joking? I came here to apologize to you for not opening up to you and taking your advice. I wanted to spoil you with my hard earned money, and this is how you treat me?” I said scoffing
“I just wanted you to talk to me not do this shit” he said putting the stuff back in his bag
“I don’t know what happened to you Matt, and I’m sorry if you’re going through your own issues right now, but this is not you” I said shaking my head
“I’m fine” he said sternly
“You’re clearly not you’re snapping at me for no reason” I said
“I’m not snapping” he said
“You know what Matt. If you don’t want to be with me just say that, okay? I’m over this! I’m leaving” I said walking out of his room
I walked to the living room and Nick stopped me
“What’s going on?” He said reading my demeanor
“I don’t know what’s going on with your brother but that’s not the guy I fell in love with” I said clenching my jaw
“What’s wrong with this kid?” Chris suddenly said
“I don’t know, but I’m over it. I’m leaving” I said huffing out a breath
I left their house and headed back to my place. Even more angry than our first initial fight. Why was he being such a fucking dick?
Nicks POV
“Matt what the fuck is wrong with you?” I asked him
“Nothings wrong” Matt said scoffing
“You’re being a complete fucking dick to Y/N, and she didn’t do anything to you” I responded back
“She just makes me upset sometimes with how she does thing” he said back
“So then like an adult you use your words. You don’t just lash out like a child” I told him
“I didn’t lash out like a child” he said getting upset
“Yes you did, and you get upset easily. You need to figure your shit out, or she’s going to leave you, and I wouldn’t be shocked if she did” I told him
“You know what fuck you” he said and stomped to his room
Matt had sat on his bed running his hands through his hair looking down at the bags of clothes Y/N had got him. He let out a sigh and leaned back, suddenly landing on a stuffed animal and hearing a crunch of paper
He furrowed his brows and reached behind him, he pulled the stuffed animal out, and saw a note attached to the front. It read Matt with a heart next to his name.
Matt opened the envelope and pulled the letter out. He began to read and his facial features softened
To my beautiful boy,
I’m sorry if I’ve done anything to upset you, that's not what I intended. I’ve been struggling with my own depression, and it’s not something I want to put on you or your brothers because I know you go through so much daily. I appreciate you being there for me, and being my shoulder to cry on. I love you. I’m sorry if you’re going through anything yourself, and I haven’t given you the comfortability or time to express yourself. You haven’t been the same these past few weeks, and I hope it’s not something I’ve done. I care for you and I worry for you, and even though your words hurt me the other day I can not hold it against you. Deep down I know you’re fighting your own demons, but I just want you to talk to me. Our communication has been awful lately, and I’m not sure why. Please know that I’m always here for you no matter what. Rain or shine I’ll be there for you my love. I just want us to be how we used to be happy and in love. I love you with my whole heart Matthew!
Sincerely,
Your biggest fan
Matt immediately shot up, his heart falling to his stomach. Immediately he felt the guilt and disgust wash over him. How could he be so mean and awful to you? You have been there for him through thick and thin. You were his rock and he was treating you horribly
Matt jumped up immediately grabbing his keys, and running out to head over to you. In a hurry he walked down the stairs shouting to his brothers he’d be back home soon.
He got in the car and immediately started his way over to you. How could he hurt his baby? His number one in life. He was so hurt he couldn’t even focus on anything else. About 20 minutes later he arrived to your apartment complex, walking up to your floor and knocking on your door
You opened the door with saddened eyes, and a confused look on your face.
“You’re my everything. I have never wanted anything more in life than you. I have been the worst boyfriend to you during a time where you needed my support the most. You didn’t deserve to be spoken to the way you were. And for that I can not forgive myself for. I was a piece of shit and you tried to be understanding. If you no longer see a future with me because of how I acted I completely understand that” Matt said looking me in the eyes
“Matt? I….” I couldn’t even form a sentence I was shocked
“I love you, and if you don’t want to see me right now I get that. I will give you space and I will leave” he said turning on his heels to walk away
“Matt wait” I called out to him which caused him to turn back around
“You were a piece of shit and the things you said were awful, but that doesn’t mean I don’t want to be with you. I know deep down you're struggling with your own issues, and if you don’t want to talk about them that’s fine, but just know communication is key, and it goes both ways” I said looking at him
“I’m sorry. I’m so fucking sorry” he said letting his head hang
“It’s okay Matt, come in” I said pulling him in to my apartment
“It’s not okay. I was horrible to you and I don’t deserve you” he said sitting down
“Don’t speak like that. We deserve each other, you just have a hard time communicating, and I understand that” I said walking over to him
“It’s just seeing you so hurt and depressed made me so angry because I couldnt bare to see my baby struggling and not feeling like you were able to come and talk to me. It hurt me, and instead of talking to you about it I let that hurt turn into anger” he said
“I’m sorry for completely shutting you out of my life for those past few weeks. It wasn’t right, and that was a time I needed you the most and I just pushed you so far away” I told him
“I promise to communicate with you about how I feel so we can work everything out, I don’t want to fight with you” he said pulling me into him
“And I don’t want to fight with you either Matthew. I love you” I said smiling at him
“I love you too” he said letting a tear fall from his eye
“Don’t cry my love it’s okay” I said pulling him into me
Matt completely broke down in my arms
“It’s not okay I hurt you and I can’t live with the fact that I said such awful things to you” he said in sobs
“This will make us stronger as a couple okay, we now know how to go about our issues without it boiling over” I said petting the back of his head
“I’m sorry….im so fucking sorry” he said pulling away and looking at me
“It’s okay, I love you okay” I said wiping his eyes and looking at him
“I love you too” he responded
I pulled Matt in and kissed him. It was a deep passionate kiss. A kiss that we so badly needed.
Matt laid in my arms the whole night as we spoke to each other. Talking about our feelings and how we wanted to change. He listened to every word I said carefully and I did the same
Matt was my ride or die, and I could not live without him.
The End
Alright guys I hope both people who requested this imagine enjoyed it! I loved writing this one! And I hope yall enjoyed it 🤭🤭🖤🖤🖤
-J💅🏽
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Hunt x Nesta - Epilogue
Life sucked.
Hunt could split his life into two chapters: before Nesta and after Nesta. Both chapters sucked. But that little blip in the middle – the one week where life had been better than he ever expected was good. He’d always have that.
‘Stop moping, my goodness.’
Isaiah groaned from his desk then dropped his forehead onto the cheap wood.
‘Everything reminds me of her,’ Hunt replied, holding up a sugar sachet from the crappy coffee machine.
It was true. Hunt could draw a correlation to Nesta regardless of the topic; she liked it, she would have hated it, he wished he could show her it, they’d tried it.
He had loved Shahar but it had been intense from the start. The rebellion had intensified every moment of it, pushing them both towards a zenith that he free-fell from. Losing her was different. It was a loss that held finality – but Hunt had lost so many that day, had suffered so much as a result, the grief had been for Shahar and all the others who'd fought alongside him.
To Shahar, he had been Hunt, a powerful angel plucked from the bowels of Pangea to command her legions.
This was different.
To Nesta, he’d only ever been Orion. Grumpy, sleepy, teasing, serious, or goofy, she’d wanted all of him. And Nesta wasn’t dead but it would have hurt less if she was.
Night after night, Hunt scoured the internet on any whiff of something similar to the Horn to try and find a way back to her. He’d deal with breeches and no hair dryer if it meant they were together again. He’d even wondered if Ruhn Danaan would know anything about another fae relic because Isaiah couldn’t be persuaded to get another warrant to search the Autumn King’s home for hidden artefacts.
‘I know that you miss her, Hunt, but it’s just not possible to find her again,’ he said calmly.
Those same words had been said to him a month earlier, also by Isaiah, when he’d found Hunt deliberating in the street. He’d gathered is hard-earned coins ready to dump them all in the Astronomer’s lap so that he’d use his mystics to locate her. In the end, it proved too risky. Hunt wouldn’t dare to expose Nesta that way.
‘It fucking sucks,’ replied Hunt before shuffling back to his desk for a long night of paperwork.
When Nesta left, Hunt expected a depression to come and drown him. He’d been there before and it always lurked in his periphery. But she’d given him hope and it felt different. The light didn’t abate in her absence; the flame remained burning. So he worked and worked. Did what Micah asked. Treaded every single line without complaint. And he thought of her. Thought of her smile, her curiosity, the way she had him wrapped around her finger in a single day.
***
‘What now?’
Emerie’s brown eyes had dulled from their week of absolute hell. She sat on the cushioned windowsill of the river estate with mud still caked over her face. Nesta looked down at her own hands. They were splattered with a mix of blood. Some was hers, Cassian’s, Bellius’, and Feyre’s.
Her stomach was empty enough that it hurt. She’d see a healer soon. Gwyn had the worst injuries so was with Madja in a separate room.
A small cry rang out down the hall from the baby boy, Nyx.
Feyre had died. Her heart had stopped beating. Nesta had felt the whole world turn colder, felt the knife coming for Feyre’s thread, so Nesta did the only thing she could think of. Still beaten and ruined from the Blood Rite, she gave her power back. She gave it all back.
And Feyre lived. The boy lived.
Nesta wedged her aching body into the windowsill next to Emerie, wishing they were a different set of wings cradling her shoulders.
It had been a tough few months since her little jaunt to Lunathion.
To his credit, Lucien did not speak of what he saw. He simply pretended the entire event had never happened and acted with all the quality of one the males from Fangs and Bangs when it was discovered by the others that Nesta had returned. It was their secret, never to be mentioned. She was grateful for that.
None ever questioned her moroseness because it was no different to her capricious ways. She could feel herself pushing everybody away, as always, week after week without Hunt’s infectious joy. The idea of Cassian touching her churned her stomach. She’d put an end to it, dumbfounding him. And when her sister’s family had convinced her to seduce Eris through dance, it confirmed to Nesta that all she would ever be was a pawn to be used for their benefit. When Eris had shown interest, Nesta had considered it if only to have a lifeline out of the Night Court.
‘I don’t even know if it will work,’ Nesta said quietly, tilting her head to touch Emerie’s.
The pair of them absolutely reeked. Being dragged from their beds and dumped onto Ramiel for a week would do that. Only sheer grit and hoping had kept them alive. That, and Gwyn bringing a beast to slaughter eight of the Illyrians.
‘It’s worth a try,’ replied Emerie.
They’d huddled together in the dark, cold and tired but not willing to sleep. And Nesta had told Emerie and Gwyn everything about the male she’d found in Lunathion. How she could not even go an hour without thinking of him, without imagining a life together. They’d listened with rapture, delighted for her as true friends were. Even when she cried at the thought of leaving them behind, they encouraged her to take her chance if they made it out alive because they loved her enough to let her go and find happiness.
‘It’s complicated.’
‘What’s complicated? Toot the horn and fly off with your angel.’
Gwyn limped into the room in her filthy clothes. ‘Who’s tooting? Are we tooting?’
‘Nesta’s about to go to the future with her angel lover.’
Instead of indignation, colour heated her cheeks and she felt like a giggling, love-struck fool. ‘He is so handsome.’
The cell phone had died quickly from all the moments that Nesta had spent agonising over photos of the Umbra Mortis in his boxers, as he called them.
‘So we have heard,’ Emerie replied drily.
Nesta shoved her heart back into its cage. ‘It’s impossible. I’ve surrendered my power. The Horn won’t work. Hunt is a slave. It’s been almost four months. He could be sold by now to another owner.’
‘Then buy him back,’ urged Gwyn.
‘With what?’
Emerie braced a hand against her ribs as she stood. ‘Well, the High Lord did offer you anything for saving their lives.’
‘No,’ she said firmly. ‘Rhysand would never agree to let me go, much less give me a pile of his wealth to send me on way. They still think Cassian is my mate. That the bond will snap. If it didn’t snap when Briallyn had him try to kill me, it never will – and I thank the stars for that.’
The words hung heavy. It had been one horrific moment after the other. Cassian bellowing at her on a bridge crossing the Sidra that she was his, despite her refusals. Morrigan delivering her to Emerie and Gwyn as she trembled. Waking disorientated in the Blood Rite. Staring down Bellius as she held Ramiel’s pass. Briallyn controlling Cassian with the Crown, trying to kill her. Only the Mask coming to her rescue again had saved her life.
‘I made a list the other day of all the things I’d like to do in Prythian. Do you know what I wrote?’ At her friends’ expectant faces, she continued, ‘Finish my book. I have no desires or dreams here. I am simply an object.’
‘What did you write for the other side?’
The corners of her mouth twitched. ‘So many things. There are things I want to do that I don’t even know exist yet. I want to go to the amusement park with Hunt. To study. I’d study for my whole life. I want to throw my cap in the air when I’ve finished studying. I want to live with Orion – I want a life with him like I’ve never dreamed of a male before. I didn’t kiss him enough.’
‘It was not only the High Lord’s life you saved, Nesta,’ Emerie reminded her. ‘There is a High Lady of the Night Court.’
***
Silver light poured into the room like molten metal, so bright that Hunt needed to shield his eyes from the glare.
A low, hissing noise had him scurrying from his bed and pressing his wings to the cream wall in anticipation.
‘What the fuck.’
The wall opposite was flooded with a silver fire that chilled him to the bone. The narrow window above his bed frosted over. On his exhale, his breath was visible.
Then she was there.
The fire fell away, revealing an ornate library with rows of leather-bound books. Light streamed in from the massive bay windows, bathing Nesta in its glow. Like the first day that Hunt had seen her, Nesta was other-worldly. Instead of tight leathers that sinfully kissed every curve, she wore a pale lavender dress with a square-cut neckline. Her hands were buried in the long sleeves although Hunt spotted the tip of the horn poking from beneath. The draping skirts couldn’t hide the sneakers that she’d bought in Lunathion and declared the comfiest shoes she’d ever tried.
‘Tell me I’m dreaming,’ Hunt murmured.
Twice, Nesta’s lips parted then sealed again. Tears rimmed her grey eyes.
‘Nesta,’ he said, stepping closer to the fiery portal. The hairs on his arm stood from the seeping cold that surrounded it.
A soft gasp emitted from her side and two females came into view, ushered into the library by the same male he’d seen months ago with red hair and a metallic eye. One cradled a baby to her chest. This had to be Feyre; she had the unmistakeable look of her older sister although freckles dotted across the bridge of her nose and her hair hung freely. A swirling, black tattoo covered the hand that stroked her son’s wings. The other female was darker haired with large brown eyes reminding Hunt of a faun.
‘It worked?’ Feyre asked.
‘Obviously,’ the male replied, making Elain giggle and cover her mouth to hide it.
Hunt took another step closer to Nesta who was still immobilised. In the chairs behind her were two more females. Hunt had heard all about them. The winged one was Emerie and the red-haired one was Gwyn. Nesta’s face had lit up as she spoke of her only friends in Prythian when they’d been together.
‘Hey, Starlight,’ he said, reaching his hand through to her side. He jerked his chin towards her sister and the baby. ‘They made it.’
‘They made it,’ Nesta repeated, face twisting with emotion. ‘I gave up my power for them. I didn’t know if this would still work. I had to choose between seeing you again and saving them.’
‘And everybody won,’ he said, grasping her shaking hand.
It took every instinct not to haul her through to his side and kiss her until every star went out.
Nesta did that for him.
From the force that she yanked him to her, Hunt was practically falling. His hands found her waist to steady himself and he could feel her breath on his cheek as he pulled himself upright. Their bodies knocked together, the softness of her curves feeling like home.
‘I missed you.’
‘There has been nobody to laugh with.’ He touched his forehead to hers. ‘There was a national crisis because demand for ice cream plummeted since you left.’
When Hunt moved to kiss her, he stilled. There were markings on her neck, a fresh cut that still had the scab on her cheek and more wounds on her hands. They had to be recent because fae healed as fast as malakim.
‘What the Hel has happened? Are you alright? Who hurt you?’
The two females in the chair exchanged a glance then he noticed that both of them had been wounded recently too. Emerie had a bruise above her eyebrow that caused the lid to swell and Gwyn’s hands were bound in bandages.
‘It’s alright,’ Nesta murmured, holding his hands in hers. ‘Something happened. I was taken. The three of us. We woke in the Blood Rite.’
‘I don’t know what that is.’
Surprising him, Nesta broke into a laugh. It skittered over his skin like static.
‘What’s funny?’
‘That’s what I say to you, Orion.’
The male, Lucien, cleared his throat from his post at the door. ‘Nesta, I don’t know how long it will be open – or until they notice.’
‘Right,’ she said, nodding. ‘It was hell. All of it. That week on the mountain and all the months before. All I wanted was you. I told my friends that if we survived, if we made it through each night, I would find you.’
From the three-legged table, Nesta picked up a rolled-up piece of parchment. There was a line down the middle, splitting it into two columns. In an elegant script, lines upon lines of text had been written.
‘I wrote why I should stay here or why I should leave. There is danger on both sides, uncertainty, and it feels like leaping into the unknown. This is the world I know. My sisters are here. But the difference is in Lunathion, I will have you. And that makes all the difference, Hunt.’ She clutched the paper tighter. ‘I don’t care. All I want is you.’
When his day began, Hunt didn’t have Nesta appearing and offering him a forever on his bingo card. He blew out a breath. ‘Nesta, I’m a slave. I can’t give you a home. I don’t even know who my father is. If you want a life of comfort, you’re better off with Tristan Flynn.’
There was a brilliant shine of determination in her eyes. ‘I want a male who will love me.’
He’d loved her the moment she’d dropped out of the sky and told Isaiah she was a bard. These months without her had felt like living without the sun. He’d do another two hundred years in gorsian shackles strung up in the Asteri’s dungeon rather than spend another moment without Nesta.
Hunt stepped back through the portal to his room in the barracks and pulled out a prospectus for Crescent City University along with guidance on how to apply for funding. He’d gathered them just in case Nesta ever came back. He’d pulled legislation on the minimal rights of slaves. As long as Hunt answered when called, slaves could rent a property – they couldn’t own it, but it was a start, so he’d saved every penny of his pitiful wages, took double shifts and worked on his allotted days off to scrape together a few more coins because Nesta had given him that piece of hope that he hadn’t had before.
On the desk, there was photo album that he’d been compiling. It had provided an outlet instead of moping. Hunt had channelled all of his dreams into it.
‘There’s still space for more,’ he said, stepping back through and handing it to Nesta.
Her sisters and the other females peered over her shoulder at it. Every single photo that Nesta had taken on her cell and his, no matter how blurred, had been printed out and stuck in with his terrible handwriting beneath with a caption. Hunt had written about their day, about what she’d said, where they’d been or what they’d eaten. There was one of her bending down with the Istros in the background as Hunt had tried to get a scurrying otter in shot with her – but ended up with a smear of brown and yellow flopping into the river.
‘You look in pain there,’ said Elain, pointing to one.
‘She couldn’t decide on a milkshake flavour.’
Nesta’s lips quirked as she looked at the photo. ‘I regret banana.’
‘Is that why you drank mine?’
There were photos of him too. Ones she had taken. Ones that were blurry or zoomed in too far or ones in the elevator when she discovered that she could use the mirror to capture both of them. One of him with his fluffed-up wings and that rotten witch-ink halo on full display. One of them snuggled up on the bed on a pile of pillows. Lots of them together; Nesta appearing regal and poised whilst he looked surly or goofy to annoy her. One of Nesta in her gown before the ballet with Ruhn that she’d taken of herself in the bathroom mirror. A few of her when she’d put a cat-eared filter on and couldn’t work out how to take it off. Some even of Ruhn when he was driving, trying to block the camera with his tattooed hand.
‘I thought that was Rhys.’
Nesta chuckled, ‘So did I – and I gave him hell for it.’
‘They’re coming,’ said Lucien from the window where he’d been observing the skies. ‘They’ve likely felt the shift in the wards.’
On the horizon, three black shapes were moving quicker, wings beating rapidly.
Nesta turned to him, silver eyes shining with hope. ‘Will you have me?’
‘You were mine the day you fell from the stars. I love you. You think I make photo albums for every girl that lands in the middle of the road?’
Nesta silenced him with a kiss that surprised everybody in the room.
‘My bags are packed. I’ve already said goodbye.’
‘You’ll have to flirt with Flynn to get his credit card again,’ he said, grimacing slightly. ‘It will be centuries until I can afford somewhere for us to live.’
Feyre shook her head. ‘Finances are handled.’
‘I’m paying for your freedom,’ Nesta said resolutely. ‘There may only be one Umbra Mortis but I’m the bitch who stole from the Cauldron. That has to count for something.’
What she was, was a pillar of steel that could never be broken. Hunt didn’t care if she was sharp or unyielding, she was his Nesta. His girl from the stars.
Hunt slid his hands to her face, kissing her deeply. He didn’t care if her sisters watched. Didn’t care if the winged female whistled loudly at them. He had waited months to feel her again, to hold her.
‘We need to go,’ Nesta urged.
The two females had moved back to the chairs and exchanged a glance as the roof shook. A heavy landing. Feyre clutched her son to her chest, eyes going vacant as if listening to something else.
Three bags had been prepared and neatly tucked beneath the table. On her direction, Hunt hauled them up and through the portal back into the barracks. The final one tested his strength. It was bulky and ridiculously heavy, but with five females watching him, Hunt pretended the weight didn’t surprise him even if his muscles strained.
‘Are you bringing your Harp, bard?’
‘No. Only the Horn to close it then we’ll destroy it.’
Hunt pretended he didn’t just hear Nesta declare that she was about to break a priceless fae artefact that would have Einar Danaan, Micah, and the Asteri string her up from a dungeon for touching it.
They were doing this.
A cold sweat rippled down his back. They were really doing this. In the face of an archangel, a fae prince, and whatever the Asteri were, Hunt and Nesta were doing this for real.
His fingers enclosed around her wrists as steps grew closer. ‘Are you sure? You’ve known me a week.’
‘I have the rest of my life to know you,’ she said, before kissing him tenderly again. ‘Orion Athalar, you are my home. Maybe I fell that day, rattling the stars, because I was searching for you.’
The door swung open and shadows flooded in, sweeping the rugs of the library like a tidal wave that could no longer be held back. The first male had slicked back black hair and sparkling eyes so blue they appeared violet.
‘Shit, he does look like Ruhn,’ said Hunt.
In a soft voice, he said, ‘What is this?’
Two more males filed in, taking care to manoeuvre their large, leathery wings through the wooden doorway. These were the Illyrians she had spoken of which meant one was Azriel, who’d handed her a bag too heavy for her to manage, and the other was Cassian, a male who Hunt would delight in hurting.
Immediately, Hunt catalogued the subtle changes in Nesta. Whilst he would have expected her spine to go straighter, her chin to lift in defiance, instead Nesta curled in on herself as if she was deflating. Her shoulders hunched, making herself smaller and a flat, empty expression took up residence on her pale face.
The high lord’s eyes flashed to the Horn in Nesta’s hands. With a jolt of magic that Hunt felt fire across the room, he tried to lurch the Made item from her grip but it stayed firmly in her hand.
‘You have opened a portal to another world,’ he said, voice low and edged with warning. ‘You are endangering the lives of everybody in this city, Nesta. Endangering my mate and our son.’
Hunt couldn’t take it. It was as if all of the air was being pressed from the room. The two Illyrian sentries stood silent either side of their high lord in a display of cruel dominance. Neither would speak for Nesta. Hunt looked again to the females. Her two sisters were mute. The red-haired male had taken a not-so-subtle step closer to Elain, an arm extending ready to shield her. The other two females were as pale and timid as Nesta had become in their chairs; the winged one settled a hand on Gwyneth’s knee in reassurance as shadows lashed at the walls.
These fae pricks.
‘Who the fuck do you think you are?’
The urge to let his lightning loose was an instinct that proved difficult to deny – but not when Nesta was in the firing line, nor a child and a male with a metal eye that would send his lightning haywire.
The high lord blinked in disbelief then took a step closer to Nesta.
Lightning wreathed his hands in response. ‘Don’t even fucking think about it.’
‘If it hits Nesta?’
Hunt could play that game. He went into the place where Micah sent him where it was cold and empty. ‘If it hits your son? Your mate?’
He let the static tighten the room so strands of their hair rose. Hunt pulled the clouds closer, bringing in a storm from the mountains which darkened the room. Rain pattered upon the glass.
The male to the high lord’s left tilted his head, back hair falling across his pensive face. The blue stones on his leathers pulsed. ‘What are you?’
‘He’s not Peregryn,’ the male with red stones said.
He kept his brown eyes fixed on the threats in the room while he spoke softly to Nesta. ‘Go through, Starlight. We’ll go to the movies tonight. I realised you never tasted popcorn.’
The weight of her decision pressed on her. That, or the arrogant bastards shooting daggers at her.
‘We can make out on the back row too.’
That shifted something in Nesta, like the final screw coming loose. She exhaled with relief and edged towards him. Hunt stretched out his arm towards her to sweep his love behind him, behind his wings, so she could step through safely to the barracks as if they were negotiating the transfer of a hostage.
‘Baby, can you get my gun? It’s in the holster at the bottom of the bed.’
With a trembling hand, Nesta placed the gun in the hand that was outstretched behind himself. Magic was great, but nothing could quite replace a steel kiss. Hunt cocked his weapon, keeping it trained on the high lord.
‘Which one’s Cassian?’
Likely the male whose face was purpling as he stared at Hunt like he wanted to wrap his hands around his throat. Join the club, buddy, Hunt thought.
‘The red stones?’
None in the room gave an acknowledgement to his words. He didn’t want this to turn into a standoff but now that Hunt was here, facing the bastards who’d made Nesta’s life a misery for the last couple of years, he couldn’t resist being a dick. The Umbra Mortis had earned his reputation. He’d survived torture and a failed rebellion. And he was going to have a beautiful future with his gorgeous Nesta – but first, these males needed to atone.
‘Listen, these ladies look as if they’ve seen enough violence so I’ll refrain from blasting your brains out on these lovely rugs, but you owe my girl an apology.’ Over his shoulder, Hunt asked, ‘Does Lucien need to say sorry?’
‘Hunt, don’t bother. Let’s just close it.’
‘Does Lucien need to say sorry?’ he repeated.
Nesta gave a sigh. ‘No. Lucien is fine.’
‘Good male,’ he said, offering a slight wink in the scarred-one’s direction.
A shadow that had been creeping along the skirting board made to lunge towards him but Hunt hit it with a bolt of lightning that crippled it. The male who’d bejazzled his leathers with blue stones winced as if he felt the blow too. Aha, that was the shadowsinger. Red stones was the prick who couldn’t keep his dick in his pants.
‘Alright, here’s what’s going to happen. You’re going to say sorry to Nesta then I’m leaving with her. We’re going to have a beautiful life together and never come back to this place again.’ Hunt gave a dramatic sigh. ‘If I’m honest, I think it’s less about my company and more about the fact you three have made her life so miserable here that she's willing to leave.’
‘That’s not true,’ Nesta called, and he caught the slight playful edge in her tone. ‘I want to go to university too.’
Little minx.
The three males were carved from stone. Every now and then, Hunt felt something trying to edge towards his mind like a tendril of smoke but his lightning zapped it without thought.
‘My finger is getting really sweaty holding back this trigger.’
The gun wasn’t even loaded – safety protocol – but if these fae were as clueless as Nesta had been, they’d have no idea.
‘Nesta, I am sorry that we did not extend the same warmth to you as we did to your sisters. I’m truly sorry that after the war, we were not a support for you.’
‘Well done, blue stones. Next one.’
The high lady shuffled the baby who was growing restless in her arms. ‘Is this necessary?’
‘Yes. Next question.’
Hunt lashed his lightning towards the males’ feet, making them leap back a step. Damn, he wished he recorded the sudden bloom of fear on their arrogant faces.
‘I’m sorry that I loved you,’ Cassian said. ‘I’m sorry that I gave you everything I could and it still wasn’t enough. Nes, what are you doing? In this life, we can have our time together. Think of our future.’
‘Didn’t you make her walk until she collapsed?’
The male blanched. ‘It was for her own good.’
‘No,’ Hunt uttered, pinching the bridge of his nose. ‘I can't do this. I need to go before I shoot you.’
Behind him, Nesta’s snort of laughter was the confirmation that Hunt needed. Nesta would never get the apology that she deserved from this male – but the promise of a future free from him was good enough. A future with Hunt meant more.
His wings scooped low, tucking towards his spine, as Hunt took a backwards step. The cold bite of Nesta’s magic that surrounded the portal edged closer. He hoped he would look cool departing the library and wouldn’t fall on his ass through to the other side.
Once back in Lunathion, Hunt stood at Nesta’s side, proud to do it.
‘We won’t come here again,’ said Nesta, voice growing stronger with every word. Her eyes bounced between her friends and her sisters. ‘I love you but this is best for me. I wish you all the love in the world.’
Nesta lifted the horn to her lips and Hunt prayed to Luna that she’d hit that note on the first try or he’d laugh his ass off again. His hand enclosed around her fist, raising it in the air.
‘This is how we say bye in my world, assholes.’
Hunt prised Nesta’s middle finger up to flip them off – giving her only a moment to blow the Horn before she grinned.
Silver flames swarmed it then fell in on themselves like a star collapsing. They were left with the plain wall of his room in the Comitium.
‘You okay?’
Hunt touched her cheek in an attempt to read her expression. She didn’t need to wear the mask anymore. There would be no hiding her feelings or supressing her hurts. Nesta could be Nesta in Lunathion. And if she didn’t know who that was yet, it was fine. She could discover who she was.
Nesta slipped her hands around his neck, moving closer. ‘Oh, you are going to get it tonight, Orion Athalar.’
‘Oh?’ An eyebrow cocked up.
‘Defending me. Making them say sorry. What a male.’
Their lips crushed together. Now they had about a thousand things to do before they could relax, like storing the Horn somewhere safe, where nobody would notice the magic, find a place to live rather than keep her smuggled in the barracks, and figure out what the Hel was in that massive bag. With Nesta at his side, anything was possible. They’d weather the storm.
‘Your male,’ Hunt said between hurried kisses.
‘Mine,’ agreed Nesta.
‘Always.’
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It was test week as Perez rushed to study for his exam, flipping through his small notes as he looked for information to grab. He flipped to the slides, speed reading through the contents as best he could, but his brain couldn't handle the length of the reading. It fried before he got to the end of the first page, pacing around the room anything that'll dismay him. That is, until Todd came into the room.
"You're freaking out bud" Todd said, closing the front door as he approached his friend.
"Freaking out? I'm off the walls! How am I gonna get this test done! I haven't studied a thing! Oh my Linebacking days are numbered."
Perez crashed upon the couch, his Thighs separating the cushions to make room for himself. He passed gas, its stench simmering through the cushions to the clear air above. Todd knew this stage of all too well, it's his coping mechanism. He grabbed a folder from the table, fanning against the stench as he guided himself to his best friend. He hated seeing him like this, the big guy really needed a breather. He transformed himself into a thin lining of tissue, carrying himself along the wing of the cool wind as he landed along his lap.
"Hanky?" Todd asked.
Among his wallowing, Perez gazed at him, picking up the corner of the tissue as he blew into it. tossing the used tissue along the pillow next to him. "Thanks.."
Todd nodded, forming back to his human form as he sat along the couch. His shirt coated with green snot, its murky stream climbing to his lap and soaking into his pants. He took off his shirt and tossed it away, turning back to Perez as he placed a palm at his shoulder. "You don't need those notes anyway, you've got me to help you out."
"The last I checked, you can't count worth for shit."
"Hey, I've got my merits. But who needs counting when you've got a transforming best friend? I can be a calculator, your shirt, even your pencil if need be. I can whisper you the notes and-" Perez clamped his fingers at Todd's lips.
"No, It has to be me who does it." He said, letting go of Todd as he slumped into the couch. Bubbles stirred through his gut like a boiler, fluttering out from his rear as it steamed into the cushions of the couch.
He's stubborn that's for sure, Todd thought, but he wasn't going to give up on his best pal so easily. There had to be some way for him to help out without him finding out. He placed a hand at his cheek, listening to the Rugby linebacker as his farts cracked beneath. Watching him fart into the couch, an idea sparked, smiling as he leaned into the side of Perez's gut.
"You know something, you're right, It does have to be you that does it. I can't do that for you."
"Glad you see it that way bud." Perez said.
"Mhm. But I can't just let ya mope about it this, it wouldn't be productive. Tell ya what, how's about you treat yourself to a best friend mat?"
Perez chuckled, turning toward Todd. "That again? didn't your nose learn the last time?"
"My nose is as resilient as my spirit." Todd winked "besides, you we both know you can't resist when I stick my face up there."
"Heh, I suppose so." Perez said. "Why not, I can't exactly think straight like this."
The cushion lifted from his thighs like a new landscape, standing to his full height as he pulled the fold bitten down by his ass crack. His rump jiggled in place to get a hold around its adjustment, Perez looking down Todd to signal he was ready. He didn't have to tell him twice, for as long as he could remember he always enjoyed his farts. But he never would admit it to him when it came down to it. He crack his finger shrinking to the couch as he formed himself into a cushion, a butt print sumk in the middle as it awaited for its fill.
The corner of the cushion tapped at the leathery couch as he aligned himself parallel to the giant backside, horizon of the crack hidden away by thin lining a white shorts. The legs began to bend over the couch. The large shadow casting over Todd as he gazed through the dented sockets. The mounds crashed upon him with a heavy thud, the air cushion within him compressed as it escaped beneath the giant weight.
Perez leaned overhead, catching the slim corner of the blue cushion. "You know can always tell me if its too heavy."
"And miss out on the holding your ass, no way." Todd replied.
Perez chuckled at the response, leaning back into the couch. His body relaxed, bubbles flowing from inside as it raced through his bowels to the end of his anus. With a squeeze, the rear blasted it gas upon Todd. Its fume was hot, tainting the clean air from the cushions pores as the weight increased harder. The smell of sulfur was nothing more than a welcoming, at least that's what Todd thought. He rubbed dented lining against the mouds, massaging the slim fabric to get a feel of the advancing backside.
Another blast came out, his through the shorts like a whisper as flowed over Todd like a cloud. But it dispersed as quickly as he came, a lifted leg releasing its bonds as it washed into the cool air. Minutes soon go by as Todd was fumed by Perez's farts, now no more flat than the cushion he sat on as he sunk into the gaps of the cushion. With the clock in the room began to ring, it came to an end as Perez yawned, getting up as he stretched his back.
"Now Look what you did, it's midnight." Perez said, fetching the pancaked cushion from the gaps of the couch.
"What can I say, you lose track of time when you're having fun am I right?"
Perez snorted, flicking playfully at the center of the cushion as Todd flinched. "Yeah well now I have to study in the morning."
"You'll be fine, I'll even wake you up." Todd said.
"Nah, you're a heavy sleeper as I am, I'm setting my alarm clocks, I have to be up extra early."
"Suit yourself." Todd Yawned. "I'm gonna hit the hay, I'll see you tomorrow."
Perez nodded, turning into his bed room as he closed the door. Todd walked around the corner, leaning an ear against the doorway to hear the 8nside. Soft steps wisped along the floor, scrunching as springs creaked behind. When he say the light leave his toes, he smiled as he approached his room, looking to the mirror that hanged on the wall.
"He's right, I might be able to help him with his test. However.." He paused, clapping his face between his palms. He rubbed over his cheeks like clay, pinching at a corner and squishing it into more folds. He removed his hands, looking in the mirror as his face disappeared, replaced by his best friend's. "The rules don't apply if he takes it himself right? Hehehe, you go ahead and sleep buddy, and your Todd will handle the rest.
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That morning, Todd ventured to Perez's class as he made his way to the exam. He couldn't remember what Perez was studying for. Math, Geology, he couldn't put his finger on it. But as he sat in his chair, and the tests were handed out, his face flushed as he gazed at the stacks of paper. Chemistry. Sweat dripped from the corner of his face, wiping his shirt as he reached for the pen. It's probably fine, Todd thought, it's probably gonna be a few definitions is all. He flipped open the page, and paused as he read the text. Clutter of numbers stacked against pictographs and charts, bubbles selected in a row with potential answers. Looking to the heavens, he prayed as he took the pencil, circling the bubbles as he followed down the page.
That hour was like a detective case, unmarked clued lingering among the answers to the questions presented. Only he didn't have the key, jotting mindlessly at the bubbles like a machine. If it wasn't C, it was D he always mottoed, jotting to the next pages as he answered them. When he finished the last bubble, he handed the paper in and left in a hurry, dashing corridors like ghost.
An hour went by since the test, deciding to grab a bite from the diner before he returned back to the dorm. There was no class today after all, why let it waste on a test when there's a ge at home to play. He entered the dorm, Perez's friends waiting for him as they pulled the handle.
"Yo! You're back already, that test must have been quick."
Perez left? For how long? "Uh, yeah. The test was pretty great. Lots of numbers am I right."
"You're telling me, the chemical section was a nightmare. Say, you on for the ge later."
"Maybe, but first I gotta get changed, can't practice on an jeans you know." Todd padded at one of the friends shoulders, making his way into his room as he closed the door. The sond the door clicked, he melted back into himself, shedding the burly clothes he burrowed as they slumped to the floor. "Finally I can breathe."
He stretched as he eyed the gaming comtroller alomg the table, his fingers itching to tap at its buttons. But his phone started to ring, aggressively as nearly tbled off the edge. Todd picked it up, looking to the screen as he gazed at the notifications. One of the notification stuckout, Perez's contact displaying itself at the bottom of the bar.
"You're fucked." It read in caps, missed calls filling the inbox as more came.
Todd began to sweat, placing his phone in his pocket. "You know, I think I'm gonna go on a walk today."
He opened his room door, stepping into the hallway as he sneaked into the kitchen. The moment he touched the knob, the door tackled Todd as he was swatted to the ground, clinging to the kitchen chairs as he slumped to the floor. A large mass stepped through the door, a backpack on their shoulder as they glared down at Todd.
"There you are!" Perez said.
"Oh shit."
Perez lashed his hand toward him, meeting the cold floor as Todd turned into a paper bird. He flapped through the hallways like a drunk pelican, A thicker silhouette following behind as palms clicked at the air.
"Will you chill out!" Todd said, arching his back as the stubby fingers glossed at his back.
"Chill out?! You messed with my exam! I said not to help me!"
"It was a quick stop by, nothing aside from THAT!" An hand stuck to his back,flinging him to the side of the hallway as he shifted to his human.
Todd pushed off as a heavy crash boomed behind him. He ran for his room ahead, but jerked as something soft struck his back, tripping him as he fell to the floor. "A bean bag? Where did he get a bean bag?"
A shadow casts overhead, Perez jumping through the air like a whale. "Bring that ass!"
"No thanks!" Todd threw the bean bag back, colliding against their torso as they rolled into a wall.
He turned himself into a snake, coiling himself against the meat forearm. He used his tail like a paddle, swatted the growling student as he flailed his fists in confusion. Todd looked to the closed doors surrounding him, eying his room that was half open. It's a straight shot from here, but he wasn't sure if he could make it from this position. He wheesed as a fist wrapped around him, to the far wall as he transformed back.
Perez growled, throwing the bean back as it shot through the corridor like a missle. Getting to his feet, his eyes locked on him as he reached for Todd.
"Shit!" He yelped, jumping through his legs. He stammered toward his door, Heavy steps behind him as the bass from their stomps boomed at his back.
He reached the door and slammed it shut, locking it before a thud sent him back. Bang after bang, he watched as the door rattled, the hinges breaking from the wall as the frame began to wobble.
"Think think think!" Todd paced around the room, looking for a place to hide himself. He looked to the pile of clothes cluttering his ankles, underwear slipping from his feet as he kicked it away. Wait, that was it, underwear.
He held the door as he forced himself to take slow breath, a glimpse of a pair of boxers flowing through his mind as a numbness took over. He closed his eyes, Shrinking in size as he felt himself expand, his skin turning to wool as he looked at his reflection in the glass. A side of his face was pulled by gravity as he slouched into view. A pair of underwear was all that filled the reflection, his own eye staring back at the fabric. "Perfect."
The door swung open, the wooden frame fallling over as a mass of an athlete stepped inside. A foot pinned Todd to the carpet, flattening him like a compressor as toes scrunched at his back. "Come on out you coward, face the music like a man." Perez said.
Todd's lips refused to move, pinned down by the thick soles. Not that he wanted to anyway, he was already pissed off as it was. The foot lifted from him, the student approached the mattress as he threw the cover from its surface. Turning to the closet as he yanked the door open. He seemed far enough for him to get a move on, he thought. He'd best get out of sight while he could. He moved across the floor like a caterpillar, inching himself to the side of the table as he aimed for the dresser.
Perez roared behind him, shaking Todd to his core as he fell limp.
"Where are you hiding?!" Perezsaid, throwing the clothes to the ground. He groaned as he retreated back to the door. "Fine then, be a bitch. You'll have to come out eventually."
He eyed the room, scanning the pile of books and posters along the wall. He looked floor as disks scattered around, a pair of underwear restimg near the drawer. He stopped over to it, grabbing the fabric as Todd nearly yelped.
"These look custom made, think I'll keep them as part of your apology."
Crumpled in his palm, Todd looked up the burly hand, the other other unzipping the pants that choked at his waist. His cock punched through their boxers, a drizzled spot crowning the front as it soaked into it. He took them off, tossing the dirty undergarments to his pillow before he was placed to the ground, feet stepping into as the hands pulled up.
Todd felt like he was being pulled apart, his face folding over the player's backside. It was warm, the plump mounds jiggling in attempts to shake him off. It wasn't so bad though, it cushioned the discomfort away from his face, but it didn't prepare for the trunk Perez had in the front. The sound of fabric stretching filled his ears, an oblong object bulldozing its way into his hole as it pushed out.
"These things are actually pretty comfy." Perez said.
From his squinted eyes, Todd watched the world rotate as his mattress came to view, zooming out to his frame as he moved through the hall. The earthy scent behind him flowed, wisping through his nostrils to the open air. His gaze twisted around the walls, the mounds grinding his eyes into different directions.
"All that running has made me hungry. Damn you Todd, now I have to dig into my stash."
"What stash?" Todd looked to the corner of the mounds as they rolled against him like a tide.
The space grew lighter as he entered the room, the carpet changing to a tiled floor as chairs scattered around. His gaze forced to the air, the fridge opening as Perez hummed to himself.
"There's nothing but dairy in here, this underwear won't be the same. But I guess that's Todd's problem." Perez said. Cups cluttered together, Perez moving as Todd's gaze turned to the opened fridge. Cheese, Milk, and yogurt dressed the door, closing as he entered the living room. A couch aligned in front of him, the back of the student's thick legs bending down as his vision turned to black.
Cups opened above, the weight from mounds sinking into the couch as Todd. Perez chowed down, their mouth sloppishly groaning as he wolfed down the pile of dairy. This situation wasn't new, Todd thought, of their daily sitting this one was no different. Perez can't stay mad forever, and it was only a matter of time before he got bored of wearing him. Yes, then he'll transform and he'll be clear. It was perfect.
Gurgl! A sound boomed from above, the mounds bulging as something bubbly made its way down. A trumpet sound erupted, the frowsty muscle flexing at his back as warmth shrouded over him like a smaug. It burned his nose, a sour scent invading him as he scrunched his face. This smell was different compared to his normal sessions, did he hold back on his farts? Todd thought. A single adjustment from Perez flattened him back, drawing him into the line of fire as the center of his face was bombarded by fart balsts.
"Here we go again, I barely started eating. But I'll be damned If I stop now." Perez said.
The mounds dragged against his face, unsure of where he was forced to look as he twisted around the darkness. A bright glow met his gaze as Perez tilted on his side, allowing him the chance to see the corner of the couch. A hand dropped an empty cup along the counter, it's fingers folding as two darted toward him.
The two fingers stamped at his face, impacting the center of his face as he shriveled into its funnel. His eyes flattened together as the finger drove deeper. The other side of him connecting against something soft, and earthy as the fingers brushed against it. By the way the tender surface clenched at the tip, he assumed it was the source to all of its stench. His asshole.
"Whatever this thing's made of, it's itchy as hell." Perez said.
The fingers dug together. The mounds sucking Todd into the muscular valley to bring him closer. They squeezed at his own body, a monstrous roar exiting from his hole as it scoured to the rest of the couch. Eggs carried along its blast, wet in nature compared to the airy flatulence blown toward him. The muscle squeezed harder, a blockage refusing to let the gas bypass as it turned into a sharp hiss.
"Nnn! Gotta hunker down for this one.." Perez hugged at his gut, shoving his palms into his stomach. Farts came out in spurts, blasting Todd in a barrage in attempts to unclog his bowels. "Come on you..don't ..mess with me."
He shoved at his gut, a gurgle responding as bubbles slithered through his intestines. His hole opened like a water valve, a winded fart growing stronger, more watery as it humidified the finger that anchored Todd. Another surface touched him,dampening the middle of his face with a foul scent as it spread over his eyes.
It bulged out in a mini mudslide, his hole and fingers quick to retract. "Damn it, I pushed too hard."
Todd's gaze shifted to a palm scooping him into the crack. With how fast the thighs were kicking, and the grumbling above growing louder, he was about to blow at any second. A door kicked open, Perez lunging upon the toilet seat as Todd's gaze turned toward the bowl. A hand fumbled to his left side, peeling him off the massive rear as it crashed onto the bowl, and he fell to the floor.
"Mmm..shit...that's really starting pile." Perez strained, releasing the hellhates upon the toilet as its cracks pierced the air like a lightning strike.
Todd wormed his form against the giant ankles, dragged upwards as a palm fumbled to the toilet paper above. He could still smell the sour scent on him, soaking into him as it grew ripe in the wind. His mind wanted to give the jig up, and yet, his heart was..enjoying the experience. Perez never squeezed himself so hard that he sharted, even with his regular farts. Though disgusting.. He wanted to explore more of Perez's body.
He closed his eyes, the farts above firing artillery shells as he laid upon the cold ground. Perhaps taking that test wasn't a bad idea.
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The weekend arrived, the sun casting over the bleachers as the audience cheered on the advancing players on the field. Perez ran back to the sidelines, the coach calling him to the bleachers to take a breather. They fanned at the air, ushering the player away as he marched to the booths. Passing through the crowd, he turned toward a blocky building as restroom signs rests on top. He entered inside, parking himself as he unlaced his pants.
"God it's hot today, to think the game was so packed today." He said, looking at his phone as he clicked at his university portal. There beneath the classes was the grade of the test, green numbers stacked together as a B rested on top. "As much as I still have a grudge on that bastard, I do owe him for getting me through that. But I haven't seen him in a day since morphed. Wonder where he went off to?"
Unraveling, he dropped his pants to reveal the crumpled underwear beneath. dark green stains smudged along the corners, the fabric that once tucked tightly at his backside now drooping as the middle sagged off the round glutes. There, Todd blinked as he looked to the cubicle shaped stall, his vision blurred as the sweat along his eyes turned the space green. How long has it been since he turned himself like this? He could hardly remember as he spent his time snugged beneath the layers of clothes.
A fart interrupted his train of thought, vanishing into the void of his mind as he grew drunk upon Perez's scent. He mumbled with his mouth, but found only the fabric stretching in a soft muffle. He'd moan if he had the chance, but smelling was enough to get him aroused, His gaze rolling to the back of his head in pleasure. A groan shook the mound like an earthquake, a watery fart striking his face as the damp green space turned a shade of dark brown. A hand scratched him against the musty crack, like a tissue wiping against a grease as sludge soaked into him.
His mind began to spin, the world shifting as it turned into a shadowed brown. It's good to know that his methods helped Perez pass his exam. He'd transform back into his humanself, but he's like this for a week, the feeling he gets whenever he morphs were no longer there. Ah well, he thought, he get it eventually. He himself against the large ass, Tucking against the crack as he was free to enjoy the rich smells of. farts as he rested upon the muscular mattress.
The exam was well, Perez is relaxed, and he's able to be close to him. From Todd's standpoint, this was the fruits of his labor, and he was going to enjoy it.
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☆AGATHA'S MASTERLIST☆
☆ EDDIE MUNSON'S MASTERLIST ☆
summary : Eddie is trying to make amends with you after he acted like an idiot to you but no matter how hard he tries, you wouldn't forgive him for his mistakes
word count : I hope this won't be too long 😭
warnings : 18+ MDNI Eddie Munson x FEM!reader, language, no use of y/n, Eddie and reader are both 20, EVENTUAL SMUT‼️, protected sex (as they should) Jason Carver I know I'm sorry 😖 Eddie being dumb at some points, reader might be too harsh with Eddie here, happy ending? will see 🙃
what to expect : lots of ANGST‼️ in the beginning but fluff in the end, friends to lovers
note to reader : VECNA & UPSIDE DOWN DON'T EXIST HERE! it would be nice to read that Eddie is begging for your forgiveness hehe
author note : I love Queen and this is my ultimate favorite song of all time never get tired of listening to it- if you haven't- MY GOD! SHAME ON YOU! 😤
He struggles not to get mad at you
He struggles not to get frustrated at you
He struggles not to hate on you
What happened?
Did he have done something wrong?
Hell
Hell yes, he did something wrong with you
"I'm so fucking dumb" he mumbles to himself
"What did you say?" Jeff says as he flips the next page of his comic book
The voice of his friend made his snap out of his thoughts while he's looking at you at the other side of the cafeteria
"uh- nothing" he clears his throat, straightens himself up and he averts his eyes away from you
Jeff looks up to his friend with critical eyes as he observes him, slowly putting his comic book down on the table, he turns around and he founds you there
"Ah" he chuckles shaking his head, he finally understands the situation
Eddie catches this and he questions him "Excuse me?"
"Make it up to her, man" Gareth says as he takes a sip from his canned Coke
He swings his head over to his other friend, confusion expression sitting on his face clearly
"Woo her" Dustin added while he's writing on his science notebook
Eddie quickly shuts his eyes as he responds "Was I too obvious for thinking about her too much?"
"Stop moping around and talk to her!" Lucas leans in, his tone is serious making Eddie nodding taking his words carefully
"The more you don't try to fix, the more she'll gets angry at you, been there done that" Mike raising his hands up as he tries to forget the idiot things that he did to Jane
"What the hell- did you to her this time, Munson?"
All of them turn their heads at the other voice, it's standing right there next to Eddie looking at him down with a stern look on his face
The look is not threatening but Eddie can see it that he genuinely cares
Eddie just lifts his head up to see the man standing beside him and he can see the guilty and sadness on his eyes
He sighs "I don't know anymore, dude...." He trails off
"He probably done something asshole to her girl" Jeff fills him up
Eddie looks at him with wide eyes and then turns to a pointed look
"I-I'm sorry, man, it's the truth!" Jeff surrenders
He shook his head as he leans his back against his seat
Eddie's eyes always goes back at you for everytime he tries to rethink and remember those past few weeks before you chose to ignore him
It's been 3 weeks
It almost looks like he doesn't even exist to you
He should've known, a girl like you who got a heart of gold, nicest soul
Could turn into something else that he never expected to happen
You became mean, hateful, rude, impolite to him
The only time he sees you smiling and laughing so sweetly is when you're not close to him
But whenever your eyes falls to him, it changes into anger, it flashes to him so sharply that he can feel your gaze stabbing into him
He knows he deserves it for treating you this way
And my god, both of you have been bestfriends for years and he never thought this day would come
The day he will never ever forget is that you despise him, every bit of him irritates into your core
He can't blame you, you've been together since elementary, he knows how much you give your whole heart to someone you love
And then he just chose to fucking mess things up
"Answer me, Munson"
he puts his food tray on the table, it made Eddie flinch a little, he goes straight back into reality again
"What's going on between you and her?"
Eddie breathes from his nose deeply, he looks down shamefully
"You can still bring her back, you know, it's not too late"
"How can I ever talk to her if she doesn't give me a chance?!" Eddie finally speaks throwing his hands up while stealing a glance at you
You're staring at him coldly
Eddie can't even look at you like that for long giving him that icy glare
The man beside Eddie gave a gesture to Jeff and Gareth to scoot over on the side so he will have a seat next to Eddie
Eddie rubs his face, he's stressing out, his friend can see that
"It's not the right time to give me advices, Harrington"
"Look, dude, I just wanted to help you, if you lose her you're going to regret it, believe me"
Eddie stare at him for a second, he nods along for him to continue
"What did you do that might upset her?" Steve tries to look at his friends eyes
The whole crew looks at him directly, awaiting for his answer
Eddie swallows he knows he's gonna get scolded from his friends and if Wayne knew about this
He's a fucking dead man
"b-before the 3 weeks happened, we h-hang a lot like the usual a-and then I-I think she gives so many hints that s-she liked me and I thought she's j-just expressing her l-love to me as a f-friend and then few days later it feels like she's n-not the same anymore until s-she finally let it all out that she h-has feelings for me"
"and then what happened?" Mike asks
"She told me she w-was fine, she'll be in t-touch with me until I received a letter from her, I'm still confused and I don't know what she meant about it, I reread it like a million times and I think-"
"you think what?" Lucas cuts him off
"She d-doesn't want to be with me a-anymore" Eddie said the last line like he was holding his breath, he breathes out shakily
"Well, that sucked" Gareth saids while Jeff nudges him in the stomach as he gestures to be sympathetic for his friend for a moment
Steve facepalmed for a second as he tries to think of something
"What did you do after she..." Dustin glances at you before he continues "confessed to you?"
"Here's the thing, Henderson" your voice goes behind his back making Eddie tense up at the fury anger coming out from your voice
All of the boys stare at you like they've been caught
"He fucking acted like our friendship together didn't exist and let me guess he told you I was the one who got cold right?"
All of them nod and then they scrunch their faces up making it harder for Eddie
You laugh in disbelief "What y'all boys didn't know right after I confessed at him, he just acted like it was nothing, he just go on day by day like nothing happened, just like that" you shrugged
You lean down close to him, his breath hitches being you this close to him while you're in rage
"He expects me to be like?!? Do the same shit that he did?!? No fucking way" you whisper on his ear and he squeezes his eyes shut
All of the boys are intimidated seeing you like this
They're used to see you being so lovely and fun like Eddie
But now, they get it, why Eddie can't just talk you out of it
"That's why I wrote him a farewell letter to end my misery and his misery because I'm such a good person" you say the last word clutching to your heart sarcastically and smiling
Your forced smile drops, you say one more thing before you leave "Even though he doesn't deserve it" you scoffed at him while you look at him up and down
He pushed his seat back running after you
You ignore him calling out for you until he finally reaches your hand you turn around
You slapped him across his face making the other students gasped and you don't even care if the other students having prying eyes on you and him
"Oh shit!" Dustin exclaimed
The whole gang stand up from their seats, jaws are dropped and shocked as they watch the scene unfolds
There's a bit of regret of what you just did to him but you can't help it, you're just so mad at him for invalidating your feelings and you hate that you got rejected at your most beloved and important person in your whole life
You wished that you didn't confessed at him, if only you knew that this is going to happen
But it already did so.... you'll just hop in onto the fire and burn and live through the chaos of your emotions
"Don't you try to touch me again, we're through" your eyes became glossy but Eddie knew that's how you get angry
You rip his hands off from you as he watches you disappear in the cafeteria
Angry tears coming out from you eyes and he hates that he's the cause of it
He only sees that if you're having problems at your life and now he's the part of it
He hates himself for it, for letting this happen
If only he wasn't so dumb about it, this wouldn't happen
He is making this hard for you, he doesn't even know where to start
He's tearing up, half of his face burning up from the slap that you gave him, it turns to a bright red color from his cheek
All of his friends goes after him, giving him a pat behind his back
Jeff and Gareth both saying in unison "Are you okay?" he just nods weakly and he sniffles
"Now all of you believe me?" He told them referring to the question earlier "just talk to her"
"I believe you, man" Steve sighs and he gives a small smile to his friend
It's been a month ever since you slapped him
Eddie's eyes still longing on for you everytime you brush past by him
He's trying to look into your eyes and tell you that he's sorry
"I think you're too hard on him" Robin says as she offers you a cherry lollipop, you grab it and unwrapped it and you stick it out to your mouth
You watch Eddie with his friends cheering for another successful D&D meeting
Your heart aches at the sight of it, you should've been there if it wasn't for the unfortunate events that happened
Even his friends are in celebration, you can see his eyes and his smile not reaching to his ears, he is not happy because you're not there
"I think you might be right" you remove the lollipop from your mouth
Robin's voice is muffled from the lollipop as she darts her eyes to you and to him "What- wait- how's so?"
"He isn't like the kind of trying to get my attention, he stopped doing that"
Robin smirks "You miss him, don't you?"
You huffed and chuckled "There's no shame in that, and you know it, Robs, yeah I do miss him" you admit unashamedly as you popped the lollipop back in your mouth
She gives you a empathetic smile
"Why don't you try to talk to him? Maybe he is truly sorry for what he has done"
You stare at her, This is the only time you let your walls down, Robin can see that you're also longing for him
You're just wearing this facade of yours so don't that he can't see how you truly hurt
At least that's what you think
Eddie knows it and you know that he can see right through you
You gave your friend a warm smile "I'll think about it"
"I just wanted for the both of you to be happy, I don't want you guys end up giving each other's cold and hatred remarks when they can be together again" she says as she puts her hands on her pockets
You nod at her, you're now thinking deeply about it
Eddie decided to ignore you or maybe if possible, forget about you
He gets even more scared of the letter you gave him that haunts him til' his day
He'll have to learn to forgive and forget
Which is impossible
He goes out looking strong but whenever he saw you, all of his courage to not acknowledging your existence just quickly fades away
He can't sleep either, he just keeps rolling around his bed all night, he can't stop thinking about you, he doesn't even know how he can get rest enough for the next day
His body aches and he stopped trying to get talk to you, he doesn't want to argue with you anymore, he's exhausted, he knows how will end up
Another slap from his face
He groans and goes back to his previous bed position as he throws a pillow on top of his head
He knows what you need, you need space, but he's trying his best to stay away from you he can't remove himself out of you that easy
He got even more mad when he saw you talking to another guy at school
Eddie can't deny his looks, the guy is good looking, maybe he's one of the popular guys at school judging by the way he dresses
His eyes turn to jealousy, his jaw clenches when you giggled about the guy was saying to you
He furrow his brows, he's the only one who can make you laugh like that, his heart drops of what the future might be
He would rather die seeing you holding hands with another man when he must've been the one with you on his side
He'll eat his heart out on how much he loves you
Eddie walked inside of the men's restroom
"It's a good thing you let her go, man"
Eddie raises his head looking for the familiar voice in the room, he rolled his eyes when he finally see him
It's Jason fucking Carver
Until he freezes, he can't recognize him because of the dim lights but his posture and his mannerisms
It's him, he's the guy that he saw with you
He is now simmering with anger, he knows guys like Jason just get girls and leaving them after they got what they wanted like they're pieces of trash
"Just get the hell away from me, dude" he spits out
He laughs darkly "I'm giving you a piece of advice, freak"
He gives him a daggering stare at him, a warning
"Girls like her, are too much of a work, they think a lot, they're unstable and hell, too fucking sensitive"
He shakes his head at his words and scoffs, he goes by the sink and wash his hands
Jason follows suit and he leans his back as he continues to talk
"You should get yourself a girl who doesn't have anything like her, just by one look she knows what you needed"
The faucet keeps running, he pauses, he knows exactly what he mean by that and that alone just pisses him off
Jason flinches at Eddie's action by holding him up by his collar pining him behind the wall
"I don't want any girl, Jason, I only want her, I am not like you breaking every girl's heart in Hawkins High, you're full of shit!" He punches him causing him to open the men's door
Throwing Jason in the process on the floor, making every student halt their tracks as they watch the scene, Jason can't even give a fist to Eddie
Eddie grabbed Jason again by his collar as he give him 2 blowing hard punches on his face, making him bloody enough to not speak to him ever again
"Next time, Carver, I hope this will mark that you won't fucking talk to my girl that way" he pushes him down, Jason weakly nods and he grunts while he slowly crawls away from him
It's like the universe is helping you to get back together, he turned around to see you standing there
It's the only time he is seeing you not giving him any cold shoulder instead he sees shock, pity, and hopeful?
He blinks and stares at you for a bit, he turned his heels and walked away
You tried to follow him, you sigh of what you just witnessed
"Another suspension again, son?" Wayne asks as he pours himself a cup of coffee as he glances at his nephew, washing the remnants of blood from his fists, it appears to be bruised from the punch
"Yeah, I blew Carver's face off" he plainly said
Wayne almost choked from his coffee, he clears his throat
"Pardon?"
He turn around to face him "I punched him after he talked shit to my girl"
He says it all at once, he realized of what he has done, he slowly looks up from his uncle who is now staring at him with a smug on his face
"Your girl huh?" He places his newspaper down on the coffee table
He sighs in exasperation "Who am I kidding? Why am I jealous, she's not even mine"
Wayne's smug smile falls as he stands up goes over to his nephew, joining him on the couch
"Tell me, what happened, son?"
Wayne already knew to what he has done with you, of course he's upset about it, Wayne likes you so much that he treats you normally like you're a part of his family
You can also feel it whenever you spend your time at their trailer, Even Wayne doesn't say it he's not much of a big talker but it just feels natural, it's home and that added more to your pain
"She saw everything that I made a scene, I turned around and saw her there standing, I thought I'm going to receive the same glares but-" he pauses as he shifts from his seat
He looked at the framed photograph of you and him on the top shelf, both arms hanging around on each other's shoulders, his heart beats fast when he looked at your beautiful smile, he misses seeing that smile of yours
"But?" Wayne says as he puts his hand over his knee
"She doesn't do it anymore, what does it mean? Does that mean she's not a-angry at me anymore?"
Wayne is proud of himself, he taught him well, a true gentleman like he is
Except for the idiot part, that's on him
"I think she's giving you a second chance"
Eddie looked at him, he grows nervous about it
"And by that chance, boy, don't ever waste it" he points at him giving him a pointed look
Eddie nods at his uncle as he throws his head on the sofa
This is it, you're giving him a chance, he is still certain that he wants you, he will do anything to make things go back to normal
The question is.... Do you still want him? or you just wanted reconciliation from him?
Tuesday, The Hideout, Eddie is there
Forest Park Hills, you arrived at 7pm
There's so many memories that you and Eddie created in his home, just by looking at it, makes you wanna sob about it
You knocked on the door and saw Wayne standing in there
His eyes shines in delight, the moment he sees you, he has the same grin that you always loved with Eddie
He hugs you that you gladly accept
"Oh! It's you! how wonderful to see you again"
"I'm very happy to see you too, Wayne"
He pulls back and invites you inside "Come on in"
"Where's-"
"He'll be back-"
"After 11pm, yeah I know" you chuckled slightly
He goes straight into the kitchen and offers you a cup of coffee that you always liked and thank goodness he has a box of butter croissant and that he bought after his salary, a treat for him and his nephew
"Thank you" you say softly
"Why'd you come here? Not that I don't mind you coming in here everytime you want"
You're chewing on the flaky pastry "I-I felt bad for him for what I did to him"
He nods as he listens to you carefully
"He deserves to know the all of the answers that he's been dying to know"
You reach out for your mug shakily, you drink it
You can't hold back the tears anymore, you put down your mug before you can break it
"I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to-"
"Don't apologize, it's okay" Wayne didn't waste time to hold your hand
You calm down for a bit as you exhale slowly
"I think he learned his lesson"
"W-What do you mean?"
"One time, he told me, he had an idea, he will be on his knees, begging for you, for mercy and ask for forgiveness"
You bursted out laughing as he laughs as well with you
"I embarrassed him, enough, Wayne, I slapped him in the cafeteria, last month"
"You- did what?" His hold on you drops as he places over his hips
You winced at of what you just did "Oh shoot, he's been through, already, Wayne, don't tell me you're going to reprimand him about it, I thought you knew"
He chuckles "He will be, if he loses this last chance"
You smile at him shyly, Wayne knew that you and Eddie had a thing for each other, both of you are just afraid, until one of you finally speaks up and turns into heartache
"I always knew, even my boy doesn't go fully into details but I know what's going on"
"Thanks, Wayne"
He never fails to make you laugh, you always feel safe whenever you're with the Munson's, he radiates the same energy like his uncle
"No, Thank you for making my dear boy happy, I don't trust that school aside from you and his friends, he got a lot of hard times on his life and I thought I would never see him this way, the moment you existed, I just know he'll be okay"
You gave him a heartwarming smile, you sniffled
For what Wayne just said, you know everything will work out just fine
While putting away the music equipments
Jeff looking at his friend, he doesn't want to meddle with his plans but he cares for his friend he just wanted to know
"Do you think you can still have her?" He asks
Eddie has this weird gut that's been going on all night, he doesn't know if it's bad or not
"I think so"
"Yeah?"
"Yeah, man" he smiles genuinely and just like that his friend knew he'll be alright
"Good for you, man, I'm happy for you" he holds him by the shoulders
"Just don't do anything stupid to her this time" Gareth walks past by them while holding a big speaker
Jeff calls him out for being too hard on the words that he's giving to Eddie, he just laughs as he says "Got that!" he loves that for Gareth for being real and just speaking the truth
He is thankful for having friends like them
Eddie came home, he is in a state of shock to see you in there, laying on the couch, asleep, with his blanket
"I'm off to work, son" Wayne says as he swings his bag over to his shoulder
Before he exits, he says "You want her?"
"Yes"
"You want her back in your life?"
"Yes!"
"Then fight for her, boy" he says, he gives him an encouraging smile, he leaves while closing the door on his way
Eddie puts his beloved guitar down and places it on the side of the room to where it's safe
He crouch down to look at your face, even you're sleeping, you're so mesmerizing to look at, he missed looking at your pretty face
He watches as your chest rise and up and down, his eyes widens when he recognized the shirt that you're wearing
It's a gift that he gave to you last Christmas, his favorite Metallica bandshirt, you're wearing black leggings and a black cardigan
He can't help himself that he reaches out to touch your face and he caresses it
You stir up and your eyes flutter open and it lands on your sweet lover
"Hey"
"Hi" you rise up and sit down as you scoot over to offer him a seat
He goes under the blankets as well
You yawn and Eddie thinks it's the most cutest thing he ever seen
You rub your eyes as you looked around "Wayne?"
"Uh- he left just recently"
"Oh"
You both sat together in comfortable silence
"I'm sorry" you both turned your heads around at the same time, both saying the same thing in unison
Causing the both of you to laugh, he wheezes
After trying to calm down from your laughter
"I miss you, Eddie"
"I missed you too, sweetheart, so much"
You don't want to spoil the moment but you had to "I don't like that you keep leading me on, building up my feelings and just leave me there hanging, after I confessed my true feelings with you and you acted like it was a joke, it hurt me a lot"
"I know and I am so sorry like truly, I am, if only I go back I would've done better but I didn't"
He moves even closer to you and he can't believe that you let him hold your hand
"I regret it everyday, I hate that I was the cause of your pain, I can't sleep at night thinking about you"
You looked into his eyes, holy shit, he is telling you the truth
"I love you" There's no ounce of dishonest, zero hesitation on his voice
You gasp "That's all I ever wanted to hear"
He closed the gap between the two of you, he slammed his lips onto yours
You kissed him back, both heavily breathing, he smiles into the kiss as he swipes his tongue onto you, you sigh in content as you throw your arms around him, holding the back of his head as he deepens the kiss, you moaned
Until your back is laying flat down on the couch as you both continue to make out
It's the kiss that you always wanted and it's everything
He pulled back "Am I forgiven?" He knits his eyebrows together
"You sure are" you smiled back at him as you pull him by the collar, you kiss him passionately
Eddie might cry, the gut that he was feeling earlier was a good sign
You sat on his lap, he puts his arms around your waist, breathing your scent like it adds to his lifespan, you frown at the bruise from his knuckles
He seethed when you rub your thumb over it "I'm sorry" you whispered
"You really meant it, don't you?"
"Was me drawing blood, isn't enough for you?"
You snorted, you move your body to face him, you're now straddling him
"There's one more thing, though"
"Yes, anything for you, darling" he says as he drew circles on your forearm
"You need to prove it to me" you start grinding on him slowly, he hums, as he looks at you from up and down, he took the hint clearly
You yelped when he carries you putting you down on his bed
"Please, go easy on me, I'm fragile" you say coyly
He chortled "Look, honey, I don't want to rush-"
"Are you gonna do it or spend your rest of your life that I am not yours?" You say bitterly rolling your eyes in the process
"Fuck- ah shit! Of course, I don't want that!"
"Then fucking just do it!"
He pulls you down causing you to squeal from his action making him laugh devilishly
It makes your thighs clench, he saw it and he looks up to you "Didn't know I had a effect on you like that"
You're about to slap him again until he grabs it and puts it down
"I don't think so sweetheart, not this time"
It's the first time you got alarmed from his action, it turns you on
He leans down to whisper behind your ear "I'm the boss here"
He removes your leggings with your underwear at the same time, he removes his shirt and his pants
His eyes grow lustfully as he sees your cunt, so wet for him and only just for him
He puts his hands over your knees, to open wide for him, you shiver under his touch
You reach down at the hem of your shirt, he stops you
"Let me do it, sweet thing" he winks at you
His hand goes behind your back to unclip your bra and remove it
"Oh my gosh" he places his hand over his mouth as he looks at you, admiring your naked body
You became bashful on his gaze, you tried to cover yourself
"I'm so lucky, goddamn!" He exaggerates the last line making you giggle
As he reaches on the drawer, he pulls his boxers down, you saw the length, it's big
Your mouth became dry
"Are you still up for this, sweetheart?"
You nod at him
"I only accept verbal answers, baby"
"Yes, Eddie, I'm ready"
"I'm gonna to take care of you, just tell me if it hurts, I'll stop"
"Okay"
He distracts you from kissing you, your forehead crumples up
"Too much?"
"I can take it, hold on"
"Just relax, angel"
The moment he fills you up, you're so fuck drunk in the feeling, you can't even register that he's inside of you
He holds your hip and raises one leg as he thrusts into you slowly
You whimpered and he is so fuck drunk like as you do, your pussy squelches in the most sinful things sound ever
"Stop clenching, I won't last long" he grunts
Your eyes are heavy-lidded, you run down your hands on his chest as you copy his thrusts making him groan
"Faster, Eddie, please move"
"I got you"
He places both of your legs around his waist, he holds both of your hands as he fucks you speedily
You wrap your legs around him tightly bringing him deeper, making you moan even harder
He flushes down on you, he nuzzles over your shoulder, you wrap your arms around him, you both moan at the sweet sensation
"Wait- Eddie- d-don't stop!" Your moans turn into high pitched screams
You used your last energy to bring him around so you're place on top of him, he gasps as his face contorts into pleasure
"I-I love you so much, E-Eddie" you moan as you grind him
Eddie watches as your pussy devours his cock gliding down smoothly like it was made just for him making him buckle his hips
You arch your back and your head falls down on the side, as you continue to ride him, cheeks are flushed, your eyes are closed can't hold them longer enough, you're so lost in the feeling
Eddie sits up as he holds you close, both burning bodies with so much ecstacy feeling both of your minds, both panting, a bit sweaty for getting all worked up
You kept saying his name "Oh- Eddie- Eddie- Eddie- ah"
"I- l-love you more, sweetheart, y-you're the best thing that is ever happened t-to me, holy shit, baby" he cusses on how good you feel
Making you clench and he groans, you smile to him lazily
He pulled you even more close causing your moans into scream, you grind him so fast, he holds your hips placing your legs around him, he squeezes your breasts, he plays with your clit, making you moan even louder
You start bouncing on top of him as you remove the pieces of his hair on his face
"My p-pretty boy" you say, biting down the another wave arousal coming in
"M-my pretty g-girl" he tucked a piece of hair behind your ear, he says as he holds you tight your legs are trembling, you shout his name as you both came undone
You kissed his cheek as you bring your arms around him, he is still holding you, he kisses your shoulder
"That was awesome"
There he is, the boy that you always loved, he is always unserious
You laughed, your laughing body shakes as you hide your face on his neck, you pulled back
Admiring his tattoos, he smiles down at you
Once you calmed down, he peels himself out of you, you winced at it a little, everytime he tries to pulls out slowly and carefully he says sorry, he takes care of you
He cleaned you up and helped you get dressed
He opens his cabinet, he grab a clean boxers and a pair of DIO bandshirt
He settle for his blue striped pajama pants, he stays shirtless
He says he'll be at the kitchen getting a glass of water, he offers you and you said yes
He has that silly smile again, you missed seeing that
None of that matters anymore, the important is that at the end, you're still together
You noticed a familiar polaroid picture on his bedside table, you reach for it and it reveals
It's you and him together celebrating your 20th birthday, you recognized his handwrite on the bottom, it says
"My best girl, ♡"
Your eyes are now brimmed with threatening tears to spill for any moment
"Here you go-" he stops as he sees what you're holding
"You kept it?" Your tears fall into tears of joy
He shows you a warm smile, he hand out the glass of water and you drank it, he kisses your forehead as he places the glass on the beside table
"I always kept everything that remind me of you"
Your heart flutters to what he just said, you hug him tighter making him shocked but he recovers as he realizes your muffled cries on his chest, he felt the tears that goes down
He pulled back to look at you "W-What's wrong?"
"I don't wanna lose you, Eddie, I want you forever in my life, I'm so sorry for acting like that"
"Hey, you have the every right to act that way, you have to right to be angry with me because what I did is absolutely unforgivable"
You hiccuped and he shushes you as he pulls your closer
"You didn't lose me, sweetheart"
You raise your head up to look at him, your ears are open for what he has to answer
"You save me again, I didn't stop loving you and I don't think that I never will"
His swipes the tears using his thumb, you hold him from his wrists as you say "I also don't think I could never love on another person again unless it's you"
It's his turn to cry in front of you "That is the most extraordinary thing that I ever heard"
You smiled at him as you kiss him
Eddie woke up with you laying on his shoulder, on his bed and the brightness outside, making him eyes shut again
Your arms are laying on top of his stomach afraid that he might disappear from you
The scent of the air is your sweet bergamot lavender perfume, your shampoo now lingers on his bedroom sheets, he smiles down at you kissing you on the top of your head
Eddie overheard the front door opens, he heard him removing heavy boots as he anticipates for his uncle to peek on the slightly opened door
Wayne looks over he sees his nephew already staring at him as his eyes falls on you asleep, he slowly opens the door wide making the door creak
Wayne manages to give his nephew a thumbs up causing Eddie to bite back a giggle, he freezes when you start waking up
"Goodmorning, sunshine"
"Morning, Eddie my love"
"I would never get tired hearing you say things like that"
He leans in to give you a kiss but you pulled back, he got confused "What?"
"I just got woke up and I have bad morning breath" your voice is hoarse from the sleep
He tuts "I don't care" he ignores your protest as he kisses you and you melt with it
"Hey kids, do you want me to join for breakfast? My treat?"
Wayne calls out to the both of you and you jumped at his voice, making Eddie laugh while holding on his chest
"Sure, Wayne, we'll be right there!"
You didn't remove the clothes that you wore last night, instead you eye his red checkered flannel that you always loved, you wear it fond smile coming from your lips
He wore his muscle tee black shirt and wore his another pair of sweatpants
"What do you say, sweetheart? Pancakes or Waffles?"
You laugh at the memory, you feel all bubbly inside, you washed your face and dried it with a clean towel
You brush your hair as you put on a cherry lipbalm
You walked towards him "You always end up getting the same thing" as you watch him putting a silver chain on his neck as he sprays his musk cologne on him, the scent that you always liked
"You always loved Pancakes" you placed your arms above his shoulder
"You always loved Waffles" he tilt his head onto the side as he leans down to kiss you again
"I'd say it's a date" he flashes you a cheeky smile
"It's perfect" he opens the door for you as he hugs you from behind
You, Eddie and Wayne ate happily at Benny's
Eddie always gives you a generous piece of his favorite waffle even you don't ask him to do it
The morning feels vibey and a new beginning, you take in the fresh of nice air
You rest your head on his shoulder as he does the same
You're both finally at peace and happiness once again and this time, you both know, nothing will ever comes between the two of you
🎶Ooh, I need your loving, oooh I need your loving, Ooh I need your loving tonight🎶
here's a lil' sequel of this cuties together again <3 "Good Old Fashioned Lover Boy"
#Spotify#eddie munson angst#eddie munson smut#eddie munson fic#stranger things 4#eddie munson x fem!reader#eddie munson x female reader#eddie munson fluff#queen#queen band#queen fan#agirlwholovesrockstarsfics
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Could I please request some angst for Quinn using the song Back To Me by The Rose?
a/n: im screaming are you guys screaming???
No one managed to get under your skin the way that Quinn did and as of lately it was like you two could barely be in the same room together without arguing. You would yell, you would scream then later when things calmed down that’s when the tears would come. Eventually you got tired of it and ended things with Quinn. He had definitely been surprised by your words when you had broken things off but both of you didn’t expect it to be permanent.
You were surprised by the lack of silence on Quinns ending as the days ticked by. But a week after you ended things the phone calls started coming in and the text messages where he begged to see you. It was hard but you didn’t want to fall back into the same cycle of you two hating each other a week from now. Nothing had changed in the weeks time since you had last seen him and so you never answered.
Quinn
It had been two months since the last time he had even been in the same room as her. Honestly he had thought that give or take two weeks that she would be calling him back but that wasn’t the case and instead his calls were all ignored. Every day it got harder though as the reality set in that him being a jerk did push her off the edge and now he couldn’t repair things. What hurt the most was while he was moping around he would see her story on social media pages of her going out and having fun. Clearly he was the only one upset here.
All he wanted was for her to go back to him and yet it didn’t seem like that would be happening. Tonight he was out with some of his friends at a club, something he wasn’t really into but here he was. When she walked by, he froze in place and it felt like time or maybe his heart stopped. It had been the first time he had really seen her in person since and he was determined to fix things. Grabbing a drink for the two of them, he walked over to her and he couldn’t help but notice the surprised look on her face when she saw him.
Readers POV
You took the drink of course even though your heart was pounding. You missed him of course but you didn’t want him to know that. “How have you been?” He asked over the loud music. “I can’t really hear you.” You yelled back at him and he grabbed a hold of your arm, pulling you to the corner of the room where it was still crowded but you could at least kind of hear each other. He dipped in slightly to your ear. “I miss you..” Your heart started beating faster as your hand went to his side. Of course you missed him just as much but you still wanted him to suffer just a little more.
His lips pressed against the soft skin behind your ear and when you turned your head slightly your lips collided with his. The kiss ignited something inside of you but yet you pulled away slightly to catch your breath. “I wanna come back home.” He told you and you shook your head “No.” You pushed him away, leaving him behind as hard as it was for you. You refused to make it that easy for him. If Quinn wanted things to work out he had to work a lot harder than giving you a few kisses that melted you.
#quinn hughes fic#quinn hughes x reader#quinn hughes blurb#quinn hughes imagine#quinn hughes#( back to you ft quinn hughes )
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Unexpected Company Part Four | P. Seonghwa
⇒ pairing: p. seonghwa x fem!reader
⇒ smut, angst, mentions of past cheating, mentions of drinking, drunk psh, oral (both receiving), fingering, unprotected sex (big no no), cumming inside
⇒ word count: 8.1k
💖 read part one here, part two here, and part three here
💕 view my masterlist here
🖤 view my Kinktober ‘22 masterlist here
⇒ author’s note: When I first started this series as the first thing I wrote on Tumblr, I honestly didn’t expect to make a full story out of it, so trying to wrap up all the loose ends was so hard. Hence why it has been more than a year between part one and this final part. Thank you to everyone who has enjoyed Unexpected Company and waited patiently for this release!
This week has been the week from hell. Besides it starting with Seonghwa seducing you and then sneaking out before you wake, you’ve had to also deal with Wooyoung’s incessant meddling that started the moment he found out about your affair with his roommate. He has been trying relentlessly to convince you to talk to Seonghwa, but you feel it’s very clear that the man in question has absolutely no intention of speaking with you unless it is to get in your pants. You can’t even complain to Wooyoung about the situation and how upset you’ve been, either, since there is a high chance he will willingly share the information with his roommate and make the circumstances even worse.
After Seonghwa ditched you in the morning five days ago, you spent the day moping and pitying yourself before deciding you are done letting him play you like a fiddle. You officially swore to yourself to stay away from him and all the trouble he brings along, so you’ve made no attempt to contact him.
Seonghwa hasn’t contacted you either since Sunday evening and you hate that it disappoints you so much. You wish you could care as little as you pretend to, but you can’t help secretly hoping he will message you and explain everything. After five days of radio silence, however, you realize that the chance of that happening is slim to none. At this point, you just want to be done with the situation and move on with your life.
After such a shitty week, you are thankful to be spending your Friday evening just melting into your couch and watching some mind-numbing television. Of course, Wooyoung had invited you to party tonight, thinking it would be the perfect thing to get your mind off Seonghwa, but being around all that chaos sounded like the very last thing you wanted. You also know Wooyoung too well to believe he wouldn’t spend the whole time meddling, so you quickly rejected the invite in favor of being a couch potato. He has tons of friends he goes out with anyway, so he likely just found someone else to get wasted with.
By one in the morning, you now having become one with the sofa, your eyes begin drooping heavily as your exhaustion finally sets in. Figuring it is about time you go to bed, you force your sluggish body to move for the first time in hours, groaning dramatically as you stretch out your stiff muscles. It doesn’t take long for you to get ready to sleep, and you are soon sinking into your freshly washed sheets, the lavender scent lulling you into a state of relaxation as your worries leave your mind.
This tranquility lasts for all of two minutes before you are jumping at the sound of heavy banging on your apartment door. The sudden noise has your heart skipping a few beats as you listen to the lethargic but resounding beating that beckons you. Confused, you quickly check your phone to see if Wooyoung said he is coming over, but you have no new notifications.
The sound continues, so you cautiously slip out of bed and gently tip toe closer to the source as if they’d be able to hear you over the racket they are making. On your way, you grab an empty vase to use as a weapon just in case the person hammering on your door at this hour isn’t a welcome guest.
Your heart races at a mile per minute as you inch closer, the relentless thumping never letting up despite how lethargic it is. Gathering your courage, you unlock the deadbolt and grip the knob in your hand, taking one steadying breath before flinging the door open to reveal the visitor.
You yelp in surprise as the person, who was about to bang his fist on the entrance once again, flies forward into your arms listlessly. In your effort to catch them, you drop the glass vase that subsequently shatters at your feet. The weight of the man’s lifeless body has you staggering back as you attempt to hold him up despite his uncoordinated movements.
The glimpse you had of his quaffed silver hair, along with the smell of his expensive cologne that now overtakes you, alerts you to the fact that this is exactly the person you don’t want to see.
“Y/N,” he slurs in absolute delirium as he tries his best to stand on his own.
Great. He is also wasted.
“Seonghwa,” you grunt in annoyance as you try your best to help him in his awkward movements. “Stand up.”
“Y/N,” he just calls in response, much softer this time, as he finally finds his footing and is able to hold at least some of his weight, though still relying on you to keep him steady.
You carefully reach around him to push the door closed, making sure to avoid the broken glass scattered across the floor in the process. As you move closer to him, he drunkenly assumes you are going in for a hug and wraps his strong arms around you, pulling you flat against his heated chest as he rests his chin on your head and sighs.
“Seonghwa, let go,” you whine as you pull out of his grasp, only able to do so because of his concerningly inebriated state. “Come here.”
Despite your overwhelming irritation, you carefully guide him to the couch where he plops down with a large huff. His eyes are only half open and his head keeps drooping lazily to the side, but he somehow still looks exceedingly handsome in his all-black clubbing attire. He smiles languidly up at you and you snap out of your daze, annoyance again overtaking you.
Why the fuck is Seonghwa stumbling into your apartment drunk at this hour after not contacting you all week? As if he has ever sought you out for anything other than sex. And if that is truly what he came here for, then he is going to be sorely disappointed.
If he is here for another reason, though…
No.
Stop.
You can’t start letting your hopes up just to be burned again by his casual seduction and aloof attitude. You are going to make Wooyoung come pick him up and then sink back into your comfy bed without having to worry about this jerk.
With a bothered huff, you march off to take care of the broken vase before one of you ends up hurting yourselves on it, but Seonghwa whines childishly as you leave.
“Y/N, where are you going?”
“I need to clean up your mess,” you sneer with a roll of your eyes while deftly collecting each shard of glass for disposal. “Why are you even here, Seonghwa?”
He chuckles giddily, courtesy of the alcohol in his system, and lets out an obnoxious hiccup.
“Because you’re here,” he slurs as if that clears things up, and you scoff.
“And what makes you think I’d want to see you?” you retort as you finish tidying, shooting him a look of disbelief to get your point across.
The smile he just had drops into a frown immediately and he stares into the distance as if pondering your question. After a minute of silence, you assume he’s lost track of the conversation entirely and stomp off to your bedroom to collect your phone. You come back and take a seat a couple feet away from him, but he plops himself down so that his head rests in your lap.
“Seonghwa,” you gripe as you try to squirm out from under him, but he grumbles out a melodramatic whine that convinces you to let him be for now.
Ignoring the slight fluttering in your heart, you dial Wooyoung’s number and wait patiently while the line rings… and rings… and rings… until finally sending you to voicemail. Frustration bubbles in your veins as you call him three more times, never getting an answer. Now what the fuck do you do?
While you debate your options, Seonghwa stirs beneath you as he drags his legs up onto the sofa.
“Y/N,” he whines softly, sounding like a pouting child as he turns to lay on his back. His bloodshot eyes gaze directly up at you and you feel a pang of sadness as you take in his expression. “Do you hate me?”
His voice sounds thick, as if he is fighting off drunken tears, and you notice the way the edges of his lips tilt downwards. You don’t know what could possibly be going on in his mind, but seeing him like this forces your fiery attitude to soften. You’ve spent all week despising him, but it is difficult to feel the same level of hatred as you gaze at his innocent flushed cheeks and puffy eyes.
You don’t know how to answer his question. Up until this moment you fully believed that you hate him, but now you realize your emotions aren’t that simple after all. Even if you were sure, it’s not like telling him that would do either of you any good right now.
You decide it is probably best to just avoid the question altogether.
“You can sleep on the couch tonight, but you’d better not do this again,” you reprimand, trying to change the subject as you accept the fact that he isn’t going anywhere tonight. “The bathroom is over there if you need it.”
You begin to slide out from under him, but he reaches up and grabs your wrist to silently beg you to stay. You know it’s dangerous to look down at him, but you can’t avoid it. You gaze into his watering eyes and don’t resist when he brings your palm to cup his cheek, as if he needs the comfort despite it being forced. His skin is burning hot against your palm.
“I’m sorry I’m so selfish,” he murmurs softly as his eyelids grow heavier and he fights against their instinct to close. “I wish I could be better for you.”
Following his mysterious words, his eyes finally shut, a couple tears being pressed out in the process. His breathing settles into a steady rhythm as he falls asleep, his grip on your hand releasing when his arm plops down at his side.
You simply continue to stare at him, your mind in utter chaos as you process everything. He looks so peaceful as he rests despite the couple tear stains left on his skin. Your thumb gently wipes the nearest one away as you continue to cup his cheek much longer than necessary.
This is the first time you have ever seen a crack in Seonghwa’s aloof exterior, the one that is confident and seductive without showing a single ounce of vulnerability. He’d honestly maintained it so well that you’d begun to view him as a bit cold-hearted, but now you realize how much more there must be hidden behind the mask.
More than anything, you can’t shake the image of his desperately forlorn expression as he uttered his last line.
I’m sorry I’m so selfish. I wish I could be better for you.
His voice was clearly laced with regret as he admitted this, but why is he suddenly apologizing to you late at night after showing up wasted? Especially when he has never shown any sign of uneasiness or remorse about your sexcapades before. In general, he always seemed to be one step ahead of everyone, so sure of what he wanted and knowing exactly how to get it, but now you wonder what other mysterious emotions he must be harboring.
In fact, when you think about it, not even Wooyoung has ever really known the deep, dark intricacies of Seonghwa’s mind. Just how much is Seonghwa bottling inside? How much is he guarding from others with his lone wolf facade?
His drunken words echo loudly in your head and, even though you know it is stupid to pay them any attention, you can’t help but try deciphering them. Surely if he is apologizing for being selfish, he must have some idea of how difficult he has made this for you, but what does he mean he wishes he could be better?
The only conclusion you can clearly draw, though you try your best not to invest too much stock in it, is that he truly does care for you, but there is something holding him back. And by the trembling sound of his voice, along with the truthful drunken tears he shed, it seems to be eating him up inside.
Sleeping softly in your lap, he looks so defenseless and innocent, like a lost child who just needs someone to tell them everything will be alright. You wonder if he came to you tonight because he truly has no one else to do that for him. To just hold and comfort him until he feels okay.
While you can’t immediately forgive all of his elusive actions thus far, you suddenly feel sorry for Seonghwa as you ponder the breadth of his unspoken pain. You doubt he will remember any of this in the morning, if he even sticks around long enough for you to see him. And while one part of you hopes he forgets so that you can move on from him, another part wishes for him to remember and, just maybe, allow you to see this vulnerable side of him without the assistance of alcohol.
Seonghwa stirs in his sleep with a grumble, bringing you back to reality where you still sit with your hand against his cheek. As carefully as possible, you try to sneak out from under him, but he must sense your impending absence since he yet again responds with a desperately sad whine that makes you freeze. With a heavy sigh, you acquiesce to his unspoken request to stay a bit longer before heading to bed.
You delicately reach towards the other end of the sofa to grab your throw blanket, spreading it over his body to keep him warm. You try your best not to get too wrapped up in your thoughts, your fingers instinctively brushing his hair back in a calming, repetitive motion.
At some point you must have dozed off because you awake in the morning in the exact same position as before, your neck screaming in pain as you lift your head from its awkward placement for the first time in hours. You glance down at Seonghwa to find he is still sleeping soundly, his lips parted slightly as he lets out steady soft breaths. Without thinking, you let your fingertips brush along his cheek, your thumb just lightly grazing across his bottom lip as you admire his beauty.
Both of you startle, however, when he suddenly opens his eyes and sees you staring down at him affectionately. You gasp and pull your hands back at the surprise and he quickly jolts straight up in embarrassment.
“Oh, I- uh, you’re awake,” you stutter awkwardly as he repositions himself to sit normally, his eyes still wide in shock though he avoids looking in your direction. You hate the tense silence that befalls the room as he fails to reply, surely trying to make sense of the situation he has put himself in. “Do you feel alright?”
As if your question suddenly reminds him that you are there, he peeks over shyly and nods. “I’m okay, I’m just-”
“Hungover?”
As you cut him off, he nods again, dropping his head in his hands and gruffly rubbing his eyes to wake himself up. His typically neat hair is disheveled and his cheeks are still tinted pink, indicating the groggy state he is in.
You wait for him to say something more, to say something - anything - about last night, but he seems too dazed to make conversation just yet, so you take initiative before you can stop yourself.
“Do you want to take a shower? No offense, but you kind of reek of alcohol,” you admit, halfheartedly expecting a chuckle from him that never comes. “I can make breakfast in the meantime.”
He takes a moment to think before nodding again and groaning in discomfort as he stands from the couch with you following suit. Even while you fetch him a clean towel and direct him to the restroom, he says nothing and dares not make eye contact. As soon as he has shut the door, you let out a deep breath that you didn’t even realize you were holding.
You aren’t sure what to make of his demeanor and it’s unclear whether he remembers the events of last night or not. On one hand, he could be acting bashful just because he woke up in your lap to you caressing him. On the other hand, though, he may be embarrassed because he recalls exposing his more vulnerable side while under the influence.
The anxious tension in your chest has your heart beating strangely and you figure you should stop overthinking for now, instead opting to focus on the menial task of cooking eggs and toast while you wait for Seonghwa. By the time you are finished and setting the table, you hear his footsteps plodding closer and steel yourself mentally for however this meal may go.
He rounds the corner dressed once again in his clothes from before but now with damp hair that he has attempted to fluff up with a towel. He stops across the room from you before bringing himself to glance in your direction, his shy demeanor a full 180 from his usual disposition.
“I hung the towel on the rack in there. I hope that’s okay,” he mutters.
“Yeah, that’s fine,” you awkwardly reply as you try your best to act normally and be inviting enough to make him less uncomfortable. “Come sit. Do you want some coffee?”
“Ah, no thanks. Just water is fine.”
He shuffles over and you both take your seats across from each other at the small round table. As he glimpses at the food you laid out, he also notices the pain relievers you put next to his plate and allows a minute smile to appear on his lips before it quickly fades away.
When acting so strangely like this, Seonghwa seems almost like a skittish cat that will dash if you make any sudden movement or prod him, so you gently pass him the bowl of eggs so that he can serve himself. He accepts it with a meager “thank you” and takes a small amount before handing it back, but makes no movement to start eating. Figuring he may be waiting for you, you bite off a small chunk of toast, and only when you go to swallow does he startle you by speaking.
“I’m sorry I showed up drunk last night,” he mumbles while pushing his food around with his fork, never actually picking it up. You nearly choke, but thankfully manage to avoid making the situation that much more awkward.
“It’s okay,” you offer pleasantly even though you definitely did not think it was okay at the time. It’s not like telling him off right now would do any good anyways.
“And I’m sorry I broke your vase.”
There is a beat of silence as he finally makes eye contact and studies your expression.
“Oh… so you remember?” Your heart races at the notion of having this conversation right now, but he just nods. “You seemed really upset.”
The words come out of your mouth before you can stop them and you practically kick yourself at how nosy you sound. He chuckles humorlessly and drops his fork as he leans back in his chair with a sigh.
“Yeah, I guess I was pretty upset,” he mutters. “I just– Basically, I– I mean–”
“It’s alright,” you interrupt as he struggles to find the right words. “You don’t have to explain.”
But you want him to. You so desperately want him to.
“Even if I don’t need to, I want to. Or I guess want isn’t the right word. But I should.”
He has you on the edge of your seat, the meal entirely forgotten as you hang on to his every word with a flurrying mix of fear, anxiety, and curiosity. Your uneasiness only increases as he takes time to think about how he should state this.
“I don’t know where to start,” he admits.
“Anywhere is fine. Just, whatever you want to say.”
He takes a deep breath and releases it slowly as if preparing himself. He then leans forward again to rest his elbows on the table as he gazes at you earnestly, his affect more confident than before as he has become determined to get through this conversation.
“Let me say this first,” he prefaces, making your heart drop as you dread the worst. “I like you. And I mean I really like you… but I don’t think it would be good for you to… fall for me.”
‘Too fucking late’ you want to tell him, but he continues before you get the chance to say anything.
“And I know I’ve given you a lot of mixed signals, but a relationship… I just… can’t.”
The silence echoes throughout the room and you attempt to fight off tears. Whether they are out of anger or out of sadness, you are not entirely sure, but thankfully you are able to suppress them along with the lump in your throat.
“You just can’t? Why? Can’t be bothered to tie yourself down to one girl? Can’t help but want to be a playboy who toys with people’s feelings?” you sneer as annoyance bubbles up inside you at the thought of this being his bullshit explanation, but he looks at you with an abhorred expression.
“God, no. That’s not it.”
“Then what is it?”
You cross your arms and wait expectantly as he restlessly runs his hands through his damp hair with a shaky exhale.
“I never meant to give you so many mixed signals. This whole time I was telling myself that things between us are only casual so I wouldn’t feel so bad about seeing you– because I kept wanting to see you –but after we truly slept together… I realized how much more it is, at least for me.”
Your heart tingles with excitement for a moment before you remember that this is simply the preface to whatever reason he has for dumping you– or, you guess, technically pre-dumping you.
“When I woke up that morning, I started freaking out so I left and I’ve spent all week going crazy over it. Then when the weekend came, I was desperate to get it off my mind, but somehow ended up at your door.” He pauses and looks away as he gathers his thoughts momentarily. “I’m just so afraid that I can’t be the person you’ll want me to be.”
His heavy words catch you by surprise, leaving you slightly confused as to where this is coming from. “What do you mean?”
You can tell this is extremely difficult for him to talk about by how fidgety he is getting, but you can’t just let him end his explanation so cryptically, not when you are finally seeing this truthful, vulnerable side of him. Surely there must be more to his reasoning.
“My last relationship, about five years ago, was an absolute disaster,” he admits despite his discomfort. “We had been together for three years until one day I came home to find her in bed with another man. I know, so cliche, right?”
He scoffs sourly at his own remark.
“I found out she had been seeing him behind my back for months. Of course, she had no remorse. She said it was my fault for not paying enough attention to her, or for working too much, or because I hadn’t proposed yet. And the more she went on about it, the more I actually began to believe it was my fault.”
Your mouth hangs open in shock at what he has experienced, the drama of it sounding like a perfect Lifetime movie. His fear and anxiety around commitment suddenly makes perfect sense.
“Since then,” he continues. “It has just been easier to not care or feel. Someone who doesn’t invest in anything doesn’t have anything to lose, so that is what I did. I thought I could just fake it until I make it, and it had been working just fine, until…”
He glances back up at you to imply the rest of his confession without actually having to say it out loud. Your stunned brain rushes to process the many emotions you’re feeling, but your mouth acts before you can stop it.
“What a fucking asshole!” you exclaim in a rage, surprising Seonghwa, who now looks at you dumbfoundedly.
“What?” he asks, perplexed.
“Sorry, not you, I just–” you pause shortly to calm yourself before continuing. “It just makes me so mad that someone would do that to you and have the nerve to place any of the blame on you. I mean, it’s just ludicrous.”
“Well, it’s not like I was the best–”
“Seonghwa, stop,” you interrupt sternly, causing him to shut his mouth in obedience. “Regardless of what’s going on between us, you need to realize that no matter what you did in that relationship, you did not deserve that and you did not cause that. If she really had all those qualms then she could’ve broken up with you, but she made the choice instead to hurt you like that. That is on her and her alone. Cheaters never cheat because they have problems with their partner; they cheat because they have problems with themselves. So I refuse to sit here and listen to you talk shit about yourself over someone else’s mistakes.”
It is now his turn to fall speechless after your rage-fuelled rant. The anger you feel just from imagining how lonely and hurt he must’ve been alerts you to how deep your affection actually runs, but you do your best to push the thought aside for now. You at least find the irony somewhat comical that all week you’ve been pissed at Seonghwa and now here you are defending him.
Honestly, you only realize now just how two-dimensional you have perceived him as up to this point. For a long time, he was just Wooyoung’s hot and mysterious roommate. And recently, you’ve only seen him as horny, arrogant, and a bit cold-hearted. You feel a pang of guilt for never granting him the decency of considering he runs any deeper than such a superficial level. Between last night and now, it has become clear that he feels and thinks much more than he has ever let on.
Silence still echoes awkwardly throughout the room, and you assume you may have been a bit too brash. You clear your throat stiffly and straighten in your seat. Your heart sinks heavy in your chest as you fear this will really be the end before you’ve even started. Still, you can’t let him go without saying what is on your mind one last time
“Seonghwa,” you call softly, his eyes flicking up to meet yours. “I know you’re afraid, and I know you’ve been hurt, but I really hope that you don’t let that keep you from finding your own happiness… even if that happiness isn’t in me. Of course, I really like you too, but if you don’t want–”
“No,” he interjects rapidly. “I do want this. I want you, but I also don’t want to disappoint you and make you deal with all of my insecurities and baggage. I don’t know when– or even if –I’ll be able to feel normal about love again. I don’t know if I can be the perfect boyfriend you’d want.”
“I never said I wanted you to be a perfect boyfriend,” you quip immediately with slight annoyance at just how self-critical he is being. “I don’t want you to be anything… I just want you. Even when I was pissed at you and wanted to write you off for good, I was secretly hoping you’d come back with an explanation or an apology or a confession– with anything even though it may have been pathetic of me.”
“I don’t think you’re pathetic,” he states seriously. “Can I ask you a question, though?”
“Of course.”
“What if it doesn’t work out? And what if I can’t bring myself to trust again?”
His expression shows just how anxious and sullen he is, his head and heart likely overwhelmed from trying to navigate this situation and fight the fear he has harbored for so many years. As much as you want to assuage his concerns, you know it isn’t fair to guarantee that everything will come up roses, especially since it could just make his insecurities worse if it doesn’t.
“Honestly, Seonghwa, I can’t 100% promise that it will work, but that is both the joy and the pain of relationships. Yes, sometimes you get burned, but sometimes you find something incredible, and that incredible thing suddenly makes all of the past hurt worth it,” you level. “And if you did want to take that chance, I am fine with moving as slowly as you’re comfortable with. I wouldn’t have any expectations or rush your timeline to heal, but I’d always be willing to support you through the process. I’m not going to push you into a relationship you’re not ready for, though, so the choice is always up to you.”
He stares into the distance as he processes the many conflicting emotions brewing in his heart, having to decide which one he is going to let dictate his happiness from now on. As time ticks on with you staying silent to let him ponder, you begin to prepare yourself for rejection just in case he decides the risk isn’t worth it. As devastated as you would be, you just hope that he will make the decision that is best for him.
Seonghwa is taking so long considering his options that you are about to tell him he can think about it for a few days when he finally speaks.
“Okay,” is all he says in a quiet voice. Your heart automatically races as your hopes shoot through the roof.
“Okay?” you question, wanting to make sure you aren’t misunderstanding his response.
“Let’s go slow and see where it takes us,” he states more confidently now. “I know I can’t make many promises to you, but the one thing I will promise is that I’ll try.”
You can’t help the tears of happiness that rapidly spring to your eyes and glide down your cheeks, the tension of the entire morning beginning to fade away. In fact, the burden of the anxiety and anger that you’ve experienced over the past few weeks has suddenly lifted from your shoulders, resulting in the emotional reaction. Seonghwa, though, is instantly flustered.
“What happened? Why are you crying?” he babbles in a panic as he gets up and walks over to you. He easily slides your chair away from the table and kneels next to you so that you two are level.
With him this close, your hand automatically reaches to caress his cheek, but you stop midway as you remember you might make him uncomfortable. Seeing your hesitation, however, he reaches up and guides your hand to his face, a silent message of approval. You smile in response despite your tear-stained skin.
“I’m just happy,” you chuckle, his face now lighting up to match yours as he absentmindedly rests his hand on your bare thigh. You do your best to ignore the way your body reacts to his touch, but it becomes much harder when he thoughtlessly lets his thumb rub back and forth against your skin in a comforting motion.
“Seonghwa,” you call gently as your tears stop and you wipe away their traces, removing your hand from Seonghwa’s face in the process.
“Hm?” He looks up at you innocently with so much concern that you visibly gulp.
“If we are going to take things slow, then you’ll have to keep things like this to a minimum.”
Your eyes flick to his hand and he follows your line of sight. Realizing what you mean, he releases a genuine chuckle that is music to your ears.
“I mean…” he starts off mischievously. “Maybe we take it slow starting tomorrow? And today we move fast one last time?”
“Move fast?” you question quietly, your brain only catching up when you see his seductive smirk that you’ve gotten so used to. “Are you horny right now?”
You’re shocked that after that long and heavy conversation, this is still what is running through his mind, but he seems so relaxed about it that you let out an amused laugh.
“Should I not be? It’s not my fault you look needlessly cute when you cry.”
The lightened mood has you feeling weightless at last, and with his suggestion to be reckless one last time, you are quickly leaning forward and pressing your lips against his. He is slightly surprised at first, but melts into your embrace with little hesitation.
The kiss is nothing like last time. Instead of being fueled only by lust, it is noticeably more passionate and emotional, a physical outpouring of all the feelings you’ve both been desperately suppressing until this moment.
He stands up slowly and grips your waist to bring you onto your feet as well before pulling you tight against his body, the proximity making you dizzy with yearning. Wanting to feel the heat of his skin against yours, you tug at the hem of his shirt and he pulls away briefly to reach behind his head and pull it off in one swift movement. God is it hot when he does that. You let your eyes linger on his toned abdomen, your fingertips gently running down its ridges.
“Like what you see?” he teases, making you giggle as you are reminded of that first rainy night you two spent together when he asked the same exact question.
“You know I do.” Your fingers meet his belt and you grip it to tug him back against you, his playful grin returning at your forwardness.
“Well haven’t you gotten feisty, baby?” he taunts, and you palm him over his jeans as you nod. “Missed my cock that much?”
Fuck. There it is. That sinful fucking mouth of his that has you biting your lip just to keep from moaning, your panties now sticking to your wet core. All you can do is nod enthusiastically before standing on your tiptoes to press your lips against his again. You hold him close by the back of his neck while his hands travel down to roughly grab your ass, making you squeal. He pulls away just momentarily to mutter “cute” before grabbing the backs of your thighs and hoisting you into the air.
Your legs instinctively wrap around his hips as he swiftly carries you off to the bedroom, your hands tugging at the hair on the back of his head. You are desperate to have him as close to you as possible now that you can do so without spending days afterwards feeling like shit.
Seonghwa plops you down on your mattress unceremoniously and makes easy work of your top and pajama shorts, tossing them mindlessly on the floor. He grabs your ankles and playfully tugs you to the edge– another surprised yelp escaping your lips –so that his face is level with your core once he gets on his knees. You hold your legs up and open for him as he runs his fingertips gingerly across your underwear to feel your wetness through the fabric.
“This pussy is going to make me go crazy,” he purrs, your heart fluttering out of control. “I’ve been dying for another taste.”
“Be my guest then.”
After a devilish glance in your direction, he pulls your panties aside and moans at the sight of your sex. You feel like you might just pass out and die right here from how turned on you are with every little thing he does, especially when he leans in to lick a flat stripe up your slit, flicking his tongue playfully against your clit in the process. He just smirks at your pitiful moan.
Compared to before, the way in which he eats you out is a little less desperate, but much more sensual. He sucks and laps at your sensitive nub erotically and brings his left hand up to interlock his fingers with yours. He may be diving face-first into your cunt right now, but there is something about the simple romanticism of holding hands that has butterflies erupting in your stomach. Honestly, you have typically dreaded guys going down on you because they are always so overconfident and then can’t deliver, but Seonghwa– He is nothing if not extraordinarily talented.
You gaze down at him as he works on you and man is it a sight to see. His silver hair, still not quite dry, has been mostly pushed back from his face, but a few stray pieces fall across his forehead. His eyes are closed as he gets lost in pleasing you and his cheeks are flushed from how heated he is getting. When he feels the intensity of your stare and makes eye contact, he moans wantonly with his lips around your clit, the vibrations making you gasp and reach down to card your fingers through his locks. The sting he feels in his scalp from your grasp only spurs him on more, moving his free hand just below his mouth to glide his middle finger deep inside your hole.
“Oh fuck,” you moan shamelessly as he curls his digit to rub against your g-spot.
With how wet you are for him, he wastes no time in slipping a second finger in along with the first to start stretching you out for his dick. The pleasurable intrusion, along with his expert mouth, has you arching your back dramatically, your hand squeezing his tighter and tighter as the tension builds in your core.
“Hwa, don’t stop!”
“Call me that again,” he growls, loving how it rolls off your tongue. As soon as he laps at your clit once more, your climax hits and you cry out his nickname as your legs shake from the intensity. His movements are relentless as he savors every last bit of euphoria he can give you, not stopping until you are whining and squirming away from his touch. Only then does he remove his fingers, sucking them clean with a hungry look in his eyes and then licking along your folds one last time.
Despite your heaving chest from the mind-blowing orgasm, you are still ravenous, so you rapidly sit up and tug him onto the bed with you. With a bit of skillful maneuvering, you get Seonghwa to lay on his back, your hands making quick work of his belt to pull his bottoms off altogether. His impressive cock slaps against his stomach as soon as it escapes its confines, the tip already leaking with precum.
Once he is fully naked, you also slip off your bra and playfully toss it onto his face, making him laugh as he chucks it aside. He can’t stop himself from sitting up and attaching his mouth to one of your nipples, his tongue swirling around it while one hand gropes your other boob. As amazing as it feels, it is now your turn to please him instead, so you push him back down onto the mattress and wrap your hand around his length to start stroking.
“You want to suck my cock that badly, baby girl?” His smug expression says it all.
“You act like you didn’t just eat me out like your last meal,” you quip before bending down to circle your tongue around the head of his cock.
“I can’t help that you have such a delicious little pussy.” His words have you blushing.
“Well I can’t help that you have such a delicious cock.” He chuckles down at you and brushes your hair out of your face as you place small kisses up his shaft.
“Touche,” he says before immediately groaning as you finally bring him past your lips and hollow out your cheeks.
With how big he is, you’ll have to work yourself up to fitting much of him inside, so you start off by using your hand to stimulate the parts you can’t reach yet. You glance up at him to see him watching you with his mouth agape, enamored by the view he has. It takes everything in him not to buck his hips up, but thankfully you are able push him past the back of your throat.
“Just like that,” he coos as he gathers your hair in one hand to keep it out of the way and guide your movements. “Good girl.”
Upon hearing his praise, you start bobbing up and down, your throat flexing around him in a way that has him hissing in pleasure. You let your hands glide up his body to caress along his abdomen, his muscles tensing instinctively when you brush over anywhere sensitive. You can see goosebumps forming on his arms and you love the way his body reacts so visibly to your touch.
With his grip on your hair, he encourages you to take him further and you oblige. Obscene sounds escape you as you try your best to please him and the noise has him moaning even louder. Seeing him this worked up, your insatiable cunt once again cries for attention, desperate to be filled by his massive cock. You impatiently release his dick with a pop and stand up to pull off your panties, Seonghwa watching you the entire time with a lust-filled gaze.
“You gonna let me stretch out that cute little pussy again?” he hums as you straddle him and line his tip up with your hole.
“I’m not just sitting on you for nothing,” you tease right back, earning you a flirtatious smack on the ass as you slowly take every inch of him.
“I didn’t realize you were such a brat in bed,” he says through a moan. “I’ll have to take note.”
“You have a lot to learn, Hwa.”
After your snarky comment, you promptly choke on a gasp as you finally sink all the way down, your walls fluttering to adjust to his considerable size. You can feel him pressing against every spot inside you, the sensation already dizzying without even having to move, but patience has never really been your middle name.
Resting your hands on his chest to keep yourself steady, you grind against him and throw your head back as pleasure tingles through every inch of your body. His hands dig into your hips to spur on your movement while curses fall from his mouth in the form of moans.
“Yes, baby. Ride my fucking cock,” he growls, your cunt clenching around him in response, which does not go unnoticed. “Such a dirty girl.”
“Only for you,” you answer, intending not only to continue the dirty talk, but also to subtly assure him that you are now his and his alone. No ifs, ands, or buts about it.
In search of even more intensity, you start bouncing rhythmically on his dick. His eyes fixate in your tits as they jiggle in front of him, clearly transfixed by the sight. Seeing you work so needily for his dick is something that will surely be replaying in his dreams from now on, perhaps even in his “daydreams” of sorts.
“Show me you fucking want it,” he commands to motivate you, a moan falling past your lips at his domineering tone.
He grabs your hands from his chest and once again interlocks his fingers with yours, holding them up a bit higher to help support your movements. You’re not sure if you can handle Seonghwa being a hand-holder during sex when the simple act affects you this much. Nevermind that fact that he feels so amazing when filling you up to the brim. Without even trying, his cock constantly pokes at your g-spot in a manner that makes it feel like electricity is running through your veins.
Despite how euphoric you are feeling, your thighs start getting tired from bouncing on him and your pace starts faltering as you fight your shaky muscles. Noticing your struggle, Seonghwa uses your held hands to tug you down against his chest, letting go just after to cup your face and gaze affectionately into your eyes.
“You are going to be the death of me, I swear,” he mutters, smiling at the way you blush timidly. “I could spend all day complimenting you if you always react like that.”
“I’ll be looking forward to it then.”
You press your lips against his once again, just enjoying the taste of him on your tongue and the warmth of his embrace. While you are lost in the passionate kiss, he pleasantly surprises you by beginning to gently thrust up into you, the both of you moaning into each other at the new angle.
He glides his hands down the sides of your body, stopping at your ass and roughly gripping your cheeks to hold you just how he wants you while snapping his hips against yours. After gliding in and out of you a few times to test the waters, he bends his legs to plant his feet firmly into the mattress and starts mercilessly pounding into you.
“Holy shit!” you exclaim at the suddenly overwhelming sensation, your face just inches from his as your eyes stay locked on each other. The act feels extra intimate as you watch the pleasure unfolding in each other’s features.
You can’t control your lewd moans that fill the room as the tension starts building in your core once again. When you bite your lip to try and stifle the sound, Seonghwa shakes his head without ever faltering in his pace.
“Don’t hold back. Let me hear how good I make you feel.”
You do as he asks, your pathetic whimpers and whines getting increasingly high-pitched as you teeter on the edge of euphoria. The way your pussy starts constricting around Seonghwa has him also flirting with release, but he’ll be damned if he doesn’t make you cum on his cock first.
Wanting to feel you release around him, he gathers all his energy to ruthlessly buck into you even faster than before, the sound of skin slapping against skin reverberating pornographically off your bedroom walls. At this rate, you wouldn’t be surprised if you end up with a noise complaint from your neighbors.
Seonghwa lets out pants mixed with vulgar moans in time with each thrust, trying his best to hang on until you’ve been taken care of. With the way your cunt tightens around him, though, he can tell you aren’t too far off.
“Hwa– please– yes!”
“Let go, baby.”
As if flipping a switch, your body immediately reacts to his command and your orgasm hits you at full force. Your nails dig into Seonghwa’s shoulders as you hold on for dear life, the feeling threatening to send you straight to heaven, never to return. It is shocking that he could even make you cum this hard without you having to touch yourself, but then again he has already proven himself as quite the sexpert.
The vice grip that your satisfied pussy has on his cock is more than he can resist, his own high following shortly after yours. He stills inside you and kisses you passionately once more as you both bask in the bliss of your climaxes. Only when you start coming down from cloud 9 do you detach and rest your foreheads together, trying to catch your breath from the intensive activity.
Being this close to him, both physically and emotionally now, has your heart feeling warm and fuzzy. While you know things won’t just magically be perfect between you two, and there are still many things to work through, you are excited to take the risk and work through them together. It will surely take time and mistakes will be made, but perhaps you can exercise some patience this one time.
To think that this all started because of a random storm and you being too lazy to fetch an umbrella.
“You know,” Seonghwa murmurs as he caringly tucks your hair behind your ears. “We said we would start going slow tomorrow, so that gives us the rest of the day to make the most of this speed.”
You laugh at his coy smile. “We’d better get busy then.”
Damn does this man drive you crazy.
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Truce - Safety Ch 3
Ominis Gaunt x f!Ravenclaw!Reader (Reader is not MC)
Word Count: 3.2k
Warnings: Mentions of bad parenting (not explicitly abusive, but will dive more into it in later chapters...)
Summary: Y/N L/N had always despised Ominis Gaunt. He was everything she hated about her life. As the only daughter to a wealthy pure-blood family, she knew it was inevitable that she would someday find herself in an arranged marriage.
But why did it have to be him?
Or, a classic arranged marriage, enemies to lovers, slow burn.
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Chapter One | Chapter Two
The last week had brought nothing but disappointment. Ominis sent a letter off to his parents, trying to reason with them. He played a bit dirty, if he was honest—trying to appeal to the worst parts to their natures to call them off. He told them how Y/N was a Ravenclaw, and would taint the family line of Slytherins. How she didn’t seem to agree with her family ideals. How she didn’t seem to respect the name of Gaunt, and therefore didn’t deserve it.
None of it worked.
After a few more excruciating days after sending them that letter, he received one in return. Not only were they so dead set on marrying Ominis off, but they seemed determined that it had to be her. He had a sinking suspicion as to why, and if his theory was correct… well, his parents might rest at nothing to see this union come through.
He tried his best to keep things together, convincing himself he still needed to focus on classes and get his homework completed. It was difficult. He couldn’t get rid of the nagging voice in his head trying to convince him his life was practically ending.
His whole life, Ominis had kept the secret hope that one day, he might fall in love. The thought of it scared him. Excited him. He’d thought that after school, he’d move somewhere far away from the clinging grasp of his family and settle down. He’d get used to the feeling of being himself without any of his current inhibitions. And maybe, just maybe, a wonderful woman would come his way and keep him in the warmth of her embrace. They were nothing but idle fantasies. Hopes that felt so far off they were foolish to keep. But kept them he had. Now they were shattered.
Still, he kept going, burying his troubled thoughts and pressing on day by day.
It was hard to not have a newfound awareness when it came to Y/N. They were connected in their misery. He found himself listening more intently when her name was mentioned or when she entered a room, slight scent of vanilla giving her away. If she had made any progress on her end, it didn’t show. She seemed to be moping around the castle as much as he was, her friend Constance constantly asking her if she was listening or why she was frowning at the floor.
Hearing about her odd behavior only upset Ominis more. The poor girl didn’t deserve to share in his fate—Ominis may have been able to carry on with his family if he didn’t feel the guilt of dragging her along with him. He had lived the first seventeen years navigating his way around them—head gotten rather good at it, subtly getting them to give him at least a little of what he wanted. But he couldn’t do that this time.
The two of them hadn’t spoken since their detention together. Their last conversation seemed to ignite a truce between them. She hadn’t been even close to rude or insufferable lately, which was a great improvement. He supposed it was best they hadn’t spoken at all—that was normal for them, of course. Even so, he figured it might be best to talk to her and see if she had had any luck on her end. He doubted it, if he was honest, but it would be good to know.
It took him much longer to write the note to her than he would have liked. Because her hatred for him was just beginning to ebb, he felt it was important that he worded it just right. With a sigh, he gave the final result to an owl, sending it off.
Y/N,
I think it would be best to discuss our situation. I propose the music room for a meeting place—not many students go there, and it would provide us the needed privacy. If you are willing, I will be there at 5 p.m. tonight.
Ominis Gaunt
Simple and straight to the point. He figured that approach would work best. Now all he could do was wait and see if she came.
“She’s looking over at us,” Sebastian said from Ominis’s side, the both of them having just walked down to the Great Hall for the morning.
“Good,” Ominis said. “Seems she got my note.”
“Are you sure meeting with her is the best idea? What if she tries to blow you up again?” Sebastian asked.
Ominis sighed. “Really, I don’t think she will. We got through detention just fine, remember? I believe working together—even if we keep each other at an arm’s length—might be the only way to find a solution to all this.”
He could hear the frown in Sebastian’s voice. “If you really think so.”
The rest of the day moved slowly. Ominis figured the anticipation of wondering if she would try blowing him up again made the minutes drag on for ages. Finally, he bid Sebastian a short farewell and made his way to the music room, arriving just after four.
While what he had said in the note was true about students not frequenting the place, he also had his own reasons for choosing the location. As he sat on the bench of the piano, tracing over the keys laid out in front of him, he felt some of the tension leave his body. He began to play.
Ominis wasn’t one to boast, unlike a certain brunet he kept the company of, but he couldn’t resist the pride he felt when he played. There were years and years of practice put into this skill, and as he moved from piece to piece with precision, he allowed himself to get lost in it. It was always soothing—the way the cool of the keys felt under his fingertips, the swells of crescendos and the softness in the rests. He longed for these times, the moments he would let himself drown in the music.
But even in his drowning, he could feel the presence of someone standing in the doorway.
His playing slowed as he finished the phrase the song, finally coming to a stop. “You came,” he said, tilting his head toward the door.
Footsteps approached him at the bench. “I did.” She paused, stopping beside him. “I didn’t know you play.”
“Most people don’t. I don’t exactly advertise it.” He turned toward her as she sat in a nearby chair.
“Maybe you should. You’re rather talented.”
He chuckled. “And to think Sebastian got the idea into my head that you’d come just to duel me again.”
She sighed. “Don’t tempt me. I’m still not so sure about you.”
“Yet here you are.”
She was quiet for a moment. “I don’t really have much of a choice, do I?”
Ominis pressed his lips together. “I suppose neither of us do.”
“I’m going to be honest, I don’t think… well, my parents are really set on this… match.” She sounded deflated. “I’m their only child. As a daughter, I can’t carry on the family name, so the next best thing I can do is marry into a notable one. And the Gaunts… I told you what they think of you all last time we spoke.”
His heart sank. “I see,” he said softly. “I hate to disappoint the both of us any further, but from what I’ve heard back from my own parents, I’m not sure they’ll be persuaded, either.”
Y/N sighed. “I didn’t come here expecting good news. Even if you had managed to convince your parents to break it off, I know it would be a matter of time before I was promised to some other pureblood man.” Her voice turned better as she continued. “My father has always resented me for being a daughter instead of a son. I have nothing to offer him. As much as they tried, my mother could never have another child. Part of me is surprised he didn’t leave her, but I suppose he must love her, in a way. In any case, it just leaves me. The only heir.” She faltered. “I’m sorry, I don’t know why I’m saying all of this.”
“It’s alright.” He pressed his lips together in a tight smile. “I’m just surprised you trust me with it.”
“If I’m honest, I am, too. But I’ve been thinking since we last talked, and…”
Ominis couldn’t help but smile. “You’ve realized you were wrong about me?”
He could hear the smile in his voice. “Wrong is a strong word. But maybe I was a little wrong about you.”
“Only a little?” he asked through chuckles.
“Ok, mostly wrong. I’ve been thinking back about our time in school, and really, there’s never been any proof to back up what I’ve thought of you. You’ve never been rude to me or anyone of lesser status than you. I mean, you’re friends with the Sallows, and while they’re purebloods, they don’t exactly have the best reputation—” Ominis couldn’t help but laugh at that— “and I’ve even heard rumors you have it out for Duncan Hobhouse, though I always thought it was because you thought him a coward, not because of what he goes around saying about Muggleborns.”
“It’s both. Being a coward just makes him more pathetic.”
She gave a small laugh. “Really, I’ve been a bit of a hypocrite this whole time. I’ve always hated it when people judge me just because of my parents. And I went and did that exact thing to you.” He heard her take a deep breath, shifting a bit in her chair. “I’m sorry.”
He sat for a moment, taking in her apology. “All is forgiven,” he finally said—and he meant it. There was no trace of unease as he said the words. “I can’t blame you for putting up your defenses. We’re both trying to fight what we come from. I just choose to do so more subtly.”
She hummed in agreement. To his surprise, he found himself continuing to speak. “I have to admit it’s nice to know there’s someone like me in the wretched world we find ourselves in. Seeing my brothers and sister live with it, as if nothing is wrong…” he trailed off. “It used to make me feel like the insane one.”
He could feel her lean closer to him. He wondered what expression she wore on her face. Probably one of pity. Disgust. He was shocked when her voice reflected none of those things—only sympathy. “I know. It feels impossible to escape from sometimes, doesn’t it?”
A shuddering breath left his lips. “I’d hoped as the youngest—the least favorite—I had a chance. Seems ridiculous I ever thought that now.”
He could feel her attention on him, making him a little uneasy. He’d told her so little. Yet it felt like he’d revealed himself completely. Their conversation had grown grim, the words he knew they both must be thinking heavy in the air: They had lost any future they had.
She broke the silence. “I always wished I could play piano,” she said softly.
Ominis furrowed his brows. “You never learned?” It surprised him. All of his siblings had—though they had done so begrudgingly. Most other children of higher status had at least a few lessons.
“No,” she answered. He felt her shift, hearing her run her fingers along the keys softly—longingly. “My father deemed it frivolous, though my mother played a bit when I was younger, before he got rid of the piano all together.”
Ominis gave a small smile. “Then how about we show him a little rebellion?” He slide to the far side of the piano bench, patting the now open space next to him.
“I—what?” she said, confused. “You… are you going to teach me?”
“Yes.”
“Right now?”
“Unless you’d rather we go on about our horrible upbringings.”
She laughed at that—a real laugh. It was nice to hear after so much animosity between them just a week ago. She took her spot on the bench next to him. “I’d much rather disappoint my father.”
He grinned. “Wonderful. With all that spite, you’ll make an excellent student.”
“Then I hope you’re a qualified teacher,” she said.
“I should hope so. I started learning when I was four. My mother insisted I learn just as my siblings did—prove that my blindness wouldn’t hold me back.” Ominis smiled a bit. “To her delight, I took it up better than any of them. I spent much of my childhood practicing.” It was an excellent excuse for the rest of his family to leave him alone. “We’ll start you with a song in the key of C, it’s the easiest. But first you’ll need to know the names of the notes.”
“They have names?”
“Just letters. You’re a Ravenclaw, I’m sure you’ll catch on quick.” He placed his hand on the piano, splayed out as he began to play the notes, naming each one as he did. It was simple enough, he thought. Just an octave in C.
He felt her settle in beside him, determination growing as she watched. “Right,” she said. “Which note do I start on?”
“C. It’ll be the note to the left of the two taller keys.”
“The black ones?”
“I wouldn’t have a clue.”
She stiffened a bit beside him. “Ah… right. Sorry.”
He felt her tension loosen as he gave a laugh. “It’s quite alright.”
He helped locate the notes, walking her step by step through the octave, then through the first few notes of a simple song he’d played as a child. He couldn’t help but think she’d made quick progress. It wasn’t long until she was able to play a few measures on her own, quickly correcting herself at each sour note.
A satisfied smile rested easy on his face as she finished the last of what he’d taught her. “You’ve done even better than I thought you would, dearest.”
He froze. He hadn’t meant to say it—the word had just slipped out. Where had it even come from? Things had finally started to go well between him, and here he had surely ruined it by one slip of the tongue. He prepared for the onslaught of her anger—
But it never came.
“My father will be most displeased with me. I’m looking forward to showing him.”
She hadn’t even noticed.
He let out the small breath he’d instinctively sucked in.
“Maybe someday I’ll be good enough to play something like you were when I walked in. That was—Merlin’s beard, is it already that late?”
Ominis frowned. They had spent quite some time at the piano. “What time is it?”
“No clue, but it’s completely dark outside… Constance will be back from Quidditch practice any time now, if she’s not already.” She stood. “She’ll wonder where I went off to.”
He sat still on the bench as she rushed to the door, only briefly stopping herself before she walked out. “Thank you. For… for everything. Goodnight.”
She was gone before he could tell her the same.
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Y/N was breathless by the time she got back to the Ravenclaw common room. Was the view really worth that many damn stairs? She entered, answering the riddle without half a thought, and scanned the room.
Constance looked up from the sofa she was sitting on, waving at her as she approached.
“How was practice?” Y/N asked. Quidditch was one of the things Constance did that Y/N did. She’d been a Chaser on the team since their fifth year. For a while, her blonde friend had done her best to convince her to take up the sport, but gave up when she realized she couldn’t catch a Quaffle to save her life. Y/N didn’t mind. She often sat in the stands while Constance practiced, reading borrowed books or doing her homework. She’d made an excuse for this evening, telling her that she had needed to look from some specific books in the library.
She realized only now that she had returned empty handed.
“Alright, I suppose.” Constance frowned. “Though Andrew made us run laps. Tell me, what’s the point of that? We’re on brooms. This isn’t rugby.”
“That’s that Muggle sport your dad likes, isn’t it?”
“Yes, and its the best one, right after Quidditch, I tell you.”
Y/N smiled. “Well, maybe Andrew wants to make you a rugby team.”
Constance scoffed. “I wish. At least there’d be a reason for his nonsense.” She looked at her friend, frowning. “You got back late. I’ve been sitting here for at least half an hour. What kept you?”
She looked away from Constance. She’d been arguing with herself on whether or not she wanted to tell her about her engagement to Gaunt—she didn't like lying to her friend. But at the same time, telling her would make it all the more real. She could pretend that her life wasn’t falling apart when she talked to her. There could be something normal in all of the mess. She was afraid of losing that.
So, selfish as it was, she lied.
“I searched for that damn book all over the place. When I asked Scribner, she said someone had checked it out already, but it was all a wild goose chase.”
Constance narrowed her eyes a bit, but didn’t question her further. “Awful. Well, I hope they check it in soon.”
They chatted idly the rest of the night. When they finally went off to bed, Y/N found herself humming as she got into her night clothes—it was the simple song Ominis had taught her.
She’d stood in the doorway of the music room longer than she’d like to admit before he seemed to notice her. There was something entrancing in the way he played—the way his hands danced across the keys with ease, the concentrated expression that overtook him. And the music itself—well, it had done nothing short of stun her.
From all she had known before, Ominis Gaunt was not an emotional person. Even as she reflected on him this last week, struggling to decide whether or not she truly believed all he’d said to her, she had noted how closed off he’d always been. Hiding behind witty remarks and dry humor, speaking to others only when they approached him first. For six long years, she had chalked it up to him being cold hearted and harsh like the rest of his family. But now…
She felt she had really seen a glimpse of the true Ominis through his music. There was a longing in the flowing notes; a pain in the pounding of chords. She understood why he didn’t advertise his skills as an excellent pianist—it exposed him much too completely.
She had gone to that meeting as a test, still wary of changing her mind about the young man she thought she’d pegged just right. She’d left thoroughly convinced that Ominis Gaunt was perhaps even better than he gave himself credit for.
But as she settled into bed, it wasn’t the aching melodies of the evening that repeated inside her mind. No—it was a sound she had never heard before. If you had asked Y/N a week ago what OMinis Gaunt sounded like when he laughed, truly laughed, she would have told you such a sound didn’t exist.
Now she couldn’t get it out of her head.
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Chapter Four
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Broken Hearts Football Club | Chapter 17
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"I hate you, Maxwell" Leah said, trying to catch her breath.
"It was your idea to get ready for the preseason together, not mine" June shrugged.
"And now I am regretting it so much. I liked you better when you were moping around and thinking you were bringing another Mount to the world."
"Please don't remind me of that."
"Then slow down a bit!"
"I can't. I want to make it to the new season in my best shape ever" June said, starting to run again.
"Working out won't make you forget about your problems!"
"But it helps!" June replied. Because her personal life was a mess.
She had not heard from Ben since he had confessed his feelings for her, which meant that she didn't know if Mason had told him about what had happened between them. And she couldn't ask him if he had done it because he had blocked her on every social media platform and also her phone number.
So maybe now both of them hated her, and Ben didn't feel the same for her anymore, which sucked because she was starting to believe that she actually was falling in love with him. And as if all that wasn't enough already, for almost a week she had thought she was pregnant.
But she wasn't going to let that affect her career. There was a World Cup at the end of the summer, and she was going to be there as one of England's captains. No one and nothing was going to take that away from her.
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"Ok, girls. Let's do this!" June said to her teammates before jumping into the pitch to warm up. It was their first game of the pre-season, the moment she had been looking forward for the past month.
As she stepped out, she couldn't help to look to her left, to where the tv set was supposed to be. But there was nothing there, and he wasn't going to be there either throughout the season.
Ben had changed teams and would now comment on the men's games. Officially he had said that it was because he needed a new challenge, joked that some of his mates had gone lazy and they deserved the wrath of his comments. But June knew what was the real reason behind it. Her.
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Minute 70. Chelsea was comfortably winning 2-0, June scoring the first goal. But she wanted more.
One of her teammates had sent her a long pass, one of those where she runs and controls the ball as if she had a magnet on her foot. One of her favourites. But as she was running, her head looking up, something went wrong.
A loud crack was heard, followed by June's even louder scream as she fell to the floor. Her vision went blurry, the pain on her knee as nothing she had ever experienced before. She was crying, screaming, it was unbearable. She could hear her teammates around her calling her name, the doctor talking to her. But she couldn't focus on anything. All she felt was pain.
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"Mum, can you please stop? It's just a photo for Instagram, not for Vogue" June said.
"I know" she replied, putting a lock of hair behind her ear. "But it is going to be everywhere since it will be your first photo after surgery, and I know that if you don't look good you'll get mad at us when you see it again in a few days because how did we allow you to take a photo looking like that."
"That's true" John chuckled.
"Whatever" June said, rolling her eyes.
"A nurse just gave me these for you" her dad said, walking into the room.
"Oh, wow" June gasped.
"Those are beautiful!" her mum said, looking at the huge bouquet of flowers. "Who has sent them?"
"No one" she said, trying to hide the note.
"Someone must have sent them, June."
"A boy. Look at the colour of her cheeks" her dad laughed.
"A boy? What boy? June, do you have a boyfriend?"
"What? No!"
"Are you seeing someone?"
"No, I'm not."
"Then who sent those flowers?"
"A friend, ok? Now can we please take that photo?"
"What friend?"
"Mum!" June protested.
"Ok, ok… John, do you know who he is?"
"I have my suspicions" he smirked. "But I'm not telling you anything, so don't ask again."
"Boring" their mum replied.
"Are we taking the photo or not?" June asked again.
"We are, we are. Give me the flowers, I'll put them with the others."
"No! I want them in the photo."
"Why?" her mum asked, arching an eyebrow.
"I just want them, ok? Now take that damn photo."
"You take it, John. I'm gonna find a glass or something to put the flowers in" their mum said, leaving the room.
"Ready, sis?" John chuckled.
"Ready" June replied, smiling at the camera and hugging the flowers. She knew who had sent them, she had recognized the handwriting the moment she had seen the note. And if he got to see the photo, she wanted him to notice them, to know how much receiving them had meant to her.
"Hope surgery has gone well. Now the tough work starts, but if there is someone who can get in shape just in time for the World Cup, that's you. You can do it, June. I believe in you. Your favourite peach and pundit, Ben."
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Look for the Light Chapter 7
- Summary: Aly finds herself trying to escape the Boston QZ. What Aly doesn’t know is Tess is pairing her up with Joel to go on a dangerous mission to find Tommy. Will Aly survive the brooding, moody Joel or will she find herself falling hard for him?
A week had passed by since the first night you camped out in Illinois. You two had made it far into Missouri. You could probably step into Kansas by nightfall if you were lucky. Traveling by foot had taken a lot longer than you thought it would. The roads were rough and long. Your body ached with how many miles you had tracked on foot. Your feet aching with every step you took.
The end of October was closing in, and the evenings were turning colder. It was early in the morning and you and Joel had been walking for a couple hours now. Your legs feeling like they could collapse at any second. Your backpack was so heavy that it felt as if you were carrying a bag of bricks on your back. Your spine would scream at you as soon as you stopped for the night. You couldn’t wait to rest.
You and Joel had barely spoken two words to each other the past few days. Everytime you tried to speak he’d just shut you down before you could finish a sentence. You got the hint that he didn’t want to talk to you. His glares and warning looks had been enough to shut you up. What was his deal though? Did he really hate you so much that he couldn’t even converse with you?
The silence was deafening to your ears. White noise ringing in your ears the longer the quietness took over. You’d had enough of his moping around. You were about to give him a mouthful of hateful words until you came upon an old, abandoned pharmacy.
“Bingo,” Joel said as he stopped in front of the rundown white building. “There’s gotta be something we could use in here,” he said as he walked through the open door. The glass had been blown out and scattered all over the dirt. Some rusty shelves were knocked over, leaving supplies littered on the ground.
You picked up a package of bandages, gauze, and a bottle of alcohol. This stuff was like gold nowadays, hard to come by. You were surprised someone else hadn’t found it first. You stuffed the supplies in your bag and closed up the zipper tightly.
“You think anyone picked over the place before us? It sure seems like they left behind a lot if they did,” you said to Joel.
“Honestly I’m surprised there’s as many supplies as there are. We could use a ton of this,” he said as he shoved some cans of food and medical supplies in his bag.
You picked over some of the other supplies on the ground. The one thing you found useful was a bottle of antibiotics. A bottle of Bacitracin and Penicillin sat together in a small pile. Holy shit these would definitely come in handy on your journey. Perfect. You showed Joel your findings as you shoved them in your bag. He nodded in approval. He seemed pleased, but his approval didn’t reach his face. He just stayed the same old, grumpy Joel. Go figure.
Your feet felt like pins and needles with every step you took. You had to rest for a few minutes or you were afraid you’d be left behind. There was an old checkout counter in the back of the room that was covered in dust and dirt. That would do. You needed to get your feet off the ground.
You walked towards the counter as the dirt cased your boots, quickly swiping at the counter, knocking dust to the ground. You hoisted yourself up on the counter, throwing your backpack next to you. God it felt so good to get off your feet and get the weight from the backpack off your back. Your muscles relaxed as tension left your body.
You grabbed the folded map from your bag and opened it up. The paper crinkled to life as you flattened out the creases of the map on your lap. You traced the blue lines carefully with your finger. You cringed and sighed at how far your destination still was. You didn’t know how far your legs would carry you.
“Are you sure Tommy’s in Salt Lake City?” you asked, still looking at the map.
“That’s the last place he was headed to with the fireflies.”
You looked up from the map at Joel, eyes wide. “Fireflies?!” Shock filled your voice.
“That’s right,” he snarled.
“I didn’t sign up to go looking for some fireflies. Honestly that’s the last group I want to find. I don’t trust them, Joel. I never did.”
“And you think I do?!” he yelled back, dropping his backpack to the floor.
“I don’t know. You’re the one going after them,” you huffed.
“I’m going after my brother, I could care less about the fireflies. There was a reason I didn’t join them,” he snapped.
“And what’s the reason?”
“Wouldn’t you like to know,” he smirked.
Asshole. “Fine. Whatever. Don’t tell me. But how do you know Tommy’s still there?”
“I just know, okay?”
You rolled your eyes. “Well, what happens if he’s not there?”
“He’ll be there,” he answered, determination in his voice.
There was literally no point in arguing with this man. You thought carefully before choosing your next words. Fuck it, bring on the arguing. “And if he’s not, what’s your next move going to be? I didn’t sign up to go parading around the country to look for your brother,” you spat.
That made him angry. He stomped over to you, stopping about a foot away. “You signed up to get the hell out of Boston. And that’s exactly what I did for you. So maybe you should stop bitching and be more grateful you’re out. If you want to leave then leave,” he growled.
Your eyes went wide, anger coursing through you. “Maybe I should leave!” you yelled.
“Fine, then leave! Nobody’s stopping you,” he glowered.
You wanted to leave right then and there. You could grab your bag and walk right out that door. All you had to do was get up and go. You couldn’t do it though. It’s like your hands were glued to the counter, stuck. You couldn’t walk out that door. Where would you go? How well would you fare out there all alone? You wouldn’t.
“I’m not leaving,” you answered spitefully, still holding the map.
He took a few steps closer to you. You could hear his boots scuff against the floor, his footsteps heavy. His forehead was creased, eyebrows raised. He stopped right in front of you and pointed to the map, his finger landing on Salt Lake City. “Fine. Then this is where we’re headed, got it?”
“But why do we have to go this route, why can’t we take another way?” you huffed as you held the map tighter.
He grabbed the map away from you and threw it to the side of the counter, anger displaying in his features. “Because I said so, and I know the land better than you do. It’s the best route.”
“But,” you tried to argue, but he shut you down quickly and hushed you. Your lips pursed together in disappointment.
“Now I want to make one thing clear, and I’m only going to say this once. If you’re going to stay with me, you’re gonna have to follow what I say. Got that?” he asked in a harsh voice.
“Yeah, yeah,” you rolled your eyes in compliance.
The next thing you knew Joel was standing as close as he could get to you. His legs were pressed up against yours as your legs still hung from the counter. His hands grabbed the counter hard on each side of your hips, his sleeves lightly grazing the outside of your thighs. You couldn’t breathe, your body going numb.
“Repeat it,” he demanded. His eyes went dark and he was breathing heavy. His face was so close to yours, it was hard to concentrate. Your vision going in and out of blurriness. Your head felt dizzy as the air was thick around you.
“What you say goes,” you whispered to him.
He had a hard line on his face making him unreadable. He slightly leaned in closer to you. His eyes slowly going down to your lips and then back up to your eyes. His dark brown eyes hounded you, playing tricks in your brain. His right hand moved just enough that it slowly caressed the side of your thigh. Heat burned through your whole body in that moment, awakening something in you that had been dormant for a long time. Holy shit. He just stood there breathing heavily in and out, not moving away. A few seconds passed, and you were both on edge.
“Good,” he said sharply. He took one more glance down to your lips and then backed away, leaving you to melt in the heat of the moment. You just sat there unmoving. Afraid to move, afraid to chase the moment away. You let out a big breath, not realizing you were holding your breath. You let your body relax and come back down from the high you just experienced.
“Let’s get moving. I want to reach Kansas before the sun sets. I don’t want to be out on the road at night.” He grabbed his backpack and headed out the door.
You grabbed the map and threw it in your bag as you jumped off the counter, adrenaline still running through you. You quickly followed after him, not saying a word. What had just happened? Is this what it felt like to have intense hate for someone but also pine after them? You were treading into dangerous waters, but a part of you didn’t care. A part of you wished you’d drown in those waters and never return for air.
Joel’s POV
You raked your hands through your hair, trying to clear your mind from what just happened back there. What the fuck was that? You told yourself you were going to make this girl hate you, not pin her against a counter and almost kiss her. You brought your right hand into a fist, squeezing so tight you thought circulation was cutting off.
The air was so thick with tension back there. Heat was pouring off her body, leaving you wanting to run your hands up her thick thighs. Her big blue eyes could’ve devoured you with how dark they were smoldering. And her lips. Her lips looked so soft to the touch, you wanted to feel how they felt pressed against your lips… For God’s sake man, get ahold of yourself.
You shook your head, breaking the trance and coming back to reality. This was not a part of the plan and you damn well better find a way to not let it happen again.
You looked behind you and saw Aly dragging behind. “Can you move any faster?” you snapped her way.
“I’m going as fast as I can, chill out,” she said aggressively. “My legs can only carry me so fast with this huge weight on my back.”
You sighed and kept moving. The minutes ticked by and you kept hearing Aly huff behind you. It was late in the day now, sunset close by. “What is your problem?” you asked annoyed.
“I’m tired, Joel. Can we just please stop and rest for the night? We’ve gone far enough for the day. Please. I need to rest,” she pleaded.
“Soon,” you said sternly. You heard Aly huff again behind you, this time not turning around.
You walked a couple more miles until you came upon an old, small brick house. It looked pretty old and worn with its rusted roof and boarded up windows, but it’d do for one night. It was shelter to say the least.
“I’ll go scope out the inside real quick and make sure it’s clear of infected. Wait here.” She obeyed and stayed while you went inside and checked the area. You looked around the house as you checked for anything out of the ordinary.
A brown couch laid in the center of the room along with a small bed in the corner of the room. The windows were sealed up tight with wood, but the squeaky front door was left untouched. A small bathroom was displayed to the left of the tiny kitchen. You checked to see if the sink had running water. You turned the faucet and cold water came out. You took a large drink from the faucet and let the cool water run down your throat. Refreshing. You missed having a house to go home to.
You did a thorough check of the house and it seemed to be okay. You peeked your head out the door and shouted, “Coast is clear. C’mon.” She sighed a sigh of relief and made her way into the house.
She looked around, taking the new environment in. “Not bad,” she nodded at the house. “This will work for tonight.” She sat her bag down and went to sit on the edge of the bed. “I call dibs on the bed.”
You were planning on sleeping on it, but you didn’t want to bother trying to get it now. “Fine,” you snarled as you made your way to the couch and sat down, relaxing your back against the faded material.
“Fine,” she snapped back.
Ahh not this again. Here we go with the arguing. Wonderful.
Chapter 8
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Afar || M. verstappen
Summary: Max has been so busy with f1 it seems he’s forgotten about the girl at home waiting for him
Genre: angst
Warnings: max being a dickhead, no happy ending
Max X fem! Reader
It was nights like this, the nights I’d sit in the dark on the couch watching tv, waiting for max to come home. I’d sit in pity, god I didn’t even know where he was anymore.
Tonight was our Third anniversary, I feel so stupid for even trying. I looked around at the dinner I had made for us, the candles, the effort into making the house look nice.
Now I was here 2:26 am, no sign of max, no calls, no texts. I was sitting, Mascara running down my face, crying in the dress I had been saving my money to buy especially for tonight.
But it was all for nothing. Everything was for nothing. I was on my second glass of red wine when I heard the door open to see a tipsy max walk through the door.
“Y/n?” God I hated that, he stopped using pet names, he doesn’t even know me anymore.
“Max, I’ve been waiting for 6 fucking hours” I pointed a finger at the candle lit dinner
“Why? You never told me we had a date night? Don’t fucking blame this on me” he accused and I just laughed
“Really max? It’s our anniversary” I looked at his blank face, he couldn’t think of a reply
“Where were you max?” Tears were now welling up in the eyes as I gave him a stare
“I was out” he muttered, I rolled my eyes and gave a huff, I could see the guilt washing over on his face. He was about to answer but I’ve had enough.
“Max I can’t do this anymore, do you even love me anymore?” I questioned, all the rage coming up
“Of course I do! I love you I promise” he was trying to defend himself but someone who loves me wouldn’t stand me up, someone who loves me would care for me.
“No you don’t, you’re always at work max, I only ever get to see you on 2 days of the weeks and you spend those partying or something!” The tears were now streaming down
“You can’t tell me what to fucking to with my life y/n” he was angry
“You don’t Call Me ‘Baby’, or ‘Schatz’ anymore, also I’m not telling you what to do I just wish you’d acknowledge me” I whispered
“You’re so dramatic” he rolled his eyes and laughed at me
“You’re not the man I fell in love with” he looked pale, he had nothing to say
“I can’t do this, us, we aren’t meant to be together” I walked past him. He grabbed my arm.
“Y/n, baby, no, we can get through this, it’s just a small fight, I’m sorry I’m sorry”
“Just fucking leave me alone” I whispered, walking out the door to leave him drowning in his sorrows.
“Y/n please stop we can try again” he shouted as I hopped in the cab I ordered around 5 minutes before our fight.
“Goodbye max” the cab driver stayed silent, understanding what was happening.
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“It’s okay y/n” I sat in the arms of my bestfriend Isabelle
“Was i the problem?” I questioned rhetorically to myself
“No y/n, he was a dickhead, you’re fine and amazing, now I have ice cream so do you wanna watch tv?” She passed me a tub of chocolate chip cookie dough and we ordered takeout.
Max POV
how could I let someone that I love so much just walk out the door. I let the love of my life go. How could I be so fucking stupid.
I was left in our shared home. Her perfume was still lurking around the place. The onyx shadows mimicking her as if she was still here but the house was silent, empty.
It’s like a piece of my heart was ripped out. The feeling inside me was hollow. Felt like I had nothing left. The one thing that helped me, cared for me, celebrated with me, got me through my downfalls.
I miss her already, i miss her laugh and her smile. I want her back. I want her back so so bad. I would give anything for just one last kiss. I regret it
I Moped down to the floor, vodka in hand. Tonight was something I didn’t want to ever remember.
🕊️ (time skip) 🕊️ (1 month later)
Y/N POV
It was race weekend, and as much as I hate to admit it, I need to see him. I want to see him, so every Friday Saturday and Sunday I spend watching him, my love.
I spend my hours watching him from afar.
#maxverstappen x reader#f1#fluff#cute#f1 imagine#formula one#angst#no happy endings#max verstappen one shot
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Attention/touch starved Fox childe brain rot hour.
Since escaping the abyss Childe has been starved of affection from his parents and older siblings who hate/ are afraid of him. The only positive people in his life are his younger siblings but he hardly gets to see them since joining the fatui. He’s disappointed and betrayed to find out Zhonglis true identity, thinking his entire friendship with the man is a lie. He leaves the harbor for a while to find something to fight and stumbles across a domain. When he reaches the end he finds a strange fox statue. The eyes suddenly glow and he passes out, only to wake up outside the domain as a fox.
Frustrated and confused he walks back to the harbor to find Zhongli since he doesn’t know who else to go to with this problem. While entering the harbor he catches the attention of a couple of dogs that begin chasing him. He runs all the way to the funeral parlor. He gets bitten a few times but manages to fight out of the dogs grasp. Zhongli hears the barking and fox cries and opens his office window only to have the fox jump inside his office to get away from the dogs. Childe is hiding under Zhonglis desk panting and shaking, instincts running. He’s curled up on the ground, trying to make himself as small as possible to hide. The sudden feeling of hands grabbing him has him growling and trying to wiggle out of his captors hold only to realize it’s Zhongli that has a hold of him.
Zhongli tries his best to soothe the scared animal, completely oblivious that it’s actually Childe. Childe whines as he realizes his words are us,ess as they only come out as pitiful barks and that Zhongli is completely clueless. Zhongli treats his bite wounds and feeds him. Childes embarrassed being treated like an actual animal but he has no choice but to accept the help.
Hu Tao thinks the fox is cute and Zhongli should keep it since he's been moping around the parlor latley and seems lonley. So basically Childe become's Zhonglis pet and stays in his home and goes on walks in the harbor and to work with him. Having something that depends on zhongli helps him budget better so hes able to keep Childe fed and comfortable.
The first few days are awkward as Childes healing from his wounds he's unable to escape Zhongli picking him up and petting him. Childe continues to try and find was to communicate with Zhongli but nothing seems to be working. Childe also hates to admit how much it actually feels good to be pet by him. Anytime he gets scratched behind his ears he becomes putty in Zhongli's hands.
Childe trys to walk around the harbor by himself one day but gets yelled at by a shop keeper who later scolds Zhongli about letting his pet walk around without a collar. Childe gets a collar with a cute bell and he's mortified but hey its better than getting caught and skinned for his fur by some merchant.
The Liyue kids adore Childe. Xianling is always making him tasty treats and everyone else is always petting him and playing with him. Childe was always fond of the kids so it feels nice to be around them again. Even random passerbys often stop Zhongli just to gush over him. Childe finds his tail wagging at all the praise and positive attention. As a fox he doesn't have to worry about them hating him for being a harbinger.
Days turn in to weeks and weeks turn into nearly three months that Childe has been living with Zhongli and he's grown acoustomed to his life. When at first he was shy now he was shameless about seeking affection he hadn't had in so long. He happily laid in a sunny spot by the window napping throughout the day as Zhongli worked. In a matter of months he'd become a spoiled pet who would rub against Zhonglis legs for affection and wanted belly rubs. (Perhaps the longer he stays a fox the more instinctual he becomes and he slowly loses himself to instincts and forgets about why he was wanting to turn back human in the first place.)
Eventually the fatui come looking for their missing harbinger which snaps Childe out of the daze he'd been living in. Signora sstarts questioning everyone at the bank and even Zhongli if they've seen him. Apparently his mask and scarf had been found near the domain he'd entered and he's presumed dead or a deserter. (Lets say he kept his vision nearby buried in Zhonglis yard or smthn) Childe doesn't want his younger siblings thinking he died or abandoned them so it motivates him to look for a way to be human again.
aaand thats all i have for this au rnn holy fuck I worte alot. I just really liked the idea of Childe being stuck as a fox and basically becoming Zhonglis pampered pet, carrying him everywhere like a purse dog and being attention seeking lol.
#genshin impact#Childe#tartaglia#zhongli#fox childe#foxtaglia#zhongchi#feel free to talk abt ur Fox childe brainrot with me#pet fox au
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An Ashton Irwin one shot
18+, Smut, NSFW, Female POV
Word Count: 11,865
Well, it happened. I tried to convince myself a number of different times, in a number of ways, that it hadn’t. Nothing seemed to be sticking. Nothing could erase this, the hurt itself and worst of all the repercussions of that hurt. It had been weeks since he dropped me and yet only a day since I dealt with it by following another man into his bedroom. I’d been in there a number of times, all innocent as far as I’m aware, to use the ensuite bathroom or because he’d borrowed something of mine and I wanted it back, most often the opposite way around, me stealing a shirt from Cal, it happening to be his first. I’d never been in it like that though, never even dreamed of being in it like that, now I couldn’t dream of anything but that.
I’d forced myself to his house party that night, he’d asked me to come, to clear my mind, to catch a breath for once. I’d denied him, assuming the attendance of his best friend, he’d assured me he was out of town. I’d know what that meant. He wasn’t out of town, he never was, he was with her. Always with her. He’d dropped me like I was nothing, like we’d never been in each other’s orbit at all, like he’d not looked at me like I was his everything and he had, he had looked at me like that because I can picture it, can’t stop picturing it. It’s what drove me to attending in the end, I’d hoped the socialisation would stop me from lingering over it, to clear his stupid brown eyes from my mind. Instead, it just left me with an entirely new fixation.
I let myself in, the door being unlocked, wandering bodies coming in and out anyway, barely acknowledging the fact this was actually someone’s home, not just a bar or a club. I hated how he left the door open, how everyone was welcome, even if he didn’t know everyone, couldn’t possibly trust everyone. It was baffling to me, considering his status you’d think he’d be more careful, but he was him, relaxed and trusting, too trusting, maybe we had that in common.
I made my way over to the kitchen, dipping under someone’s arm as they opened the fridge, uttering a quick sorry as I went. I didn’t stop going, heading straight for the cupboard on the wall, above the corner of the kitchen counter. I knew I’d left some gin the last time I was around, he wouldn’t have touched it, he wouldn’t have let anyone else touch it either, knowing how much that would bug me, knowing it was mine. I just hoped it was reachable. I wasn’t exactly short but if he’d moved it to the top shelf, maybe as a hindrance to other party goers, then I’d be desperately in need of a step ladder.
“Need some help.” I had barely opened the cupboard and his breath was on my ear. “Good timing.” I didn’t bother to look at him, just made grabby hands in the air, up towards the general vicinity of the top shelf. He stretched with ease, grabbing it in one hand, bringing it down to the counter. He then leant his back against it, watching me as I poured myself some. “I’m glad you came.” I knew he meant it, but that didn’t mean I wanted to hear the sympathy in his tone. “What else would I be doing?” He handed me a mixer before I’d even asked. I nodded gratefully, pouring it into my cup. “Moping probably.” This time I did look at him, with daggers in my eyes directed straight at his throat. “Too soon, alright.” He giggled, in the way he always did, like a little child despite his age.
I took a swig of my drink, judging the strength of it by taste alone, never being one for accurately pouring a shot. It seemed fine. I downed the rest before pouring another. He again, had nothing but sympathy in his eyes. “Stop that.” He took a sip of his own drink. “Stop what, I didn’t do nothing.” I took another drink, before leaning beside him, shoving him slightly. “Shouldn’t you be making the rounds or something?” It seemed pretty rammed in here, people everywhere, I don’t think I recognised even half of them. “I already did, if you’d have showed up on time you’d have known that.” He shoved me back. “I didn’t know I was going to come.” I argued, he scoffed. “Yeah you did, you knew.” He had a playful tone in his voice, it was refreshing. “Shut up.” I made my way past him, if I’d stayed any longer I knew he’d ask me how I was, I wasn’t ready for that chat yet, it was one thing to see it in a text, hearing it in person was different entirely.
I didn’t know where I was going to go, I just made a line for the garden. Usually, I’d stumble across some familiar faces out there, nursing a joint or a cigarette, that’s what he usually did, that’s how we’d bonded. Unfortunately for me, it didn’t seem like that kind of night, maybe I was grateful. I instead sat on the ground with my back to his wall. It was a warm night, the coolness of the patio beneath my legs was quite nice, lovely actually. I must have looked like such a loser sat on the ground by myself, I don’t think I had the energy to care tonight, I left the house, which was enough, it was more than I’d done in days.
The rest of the evening had been pretty similar, gravitating to the kitchen and then back out to the patio, back and forth till my bottle had emptied. The party had dulled down, either that or I was too buzzed to even notice it was still happening. “Don’t you think you’ve had enough?” I continued to dig through his cupboards, not acknowledging his presence in the way he wanted me to. “Come on, that’s enough.” He reached his hand out to grab my wrist. “Jeez Ash it’s not like I’m an alcoholic.” I shook out of his grip, slamming the cupboard door. The aggression not exactly helping my point. He was probably right to cut me off, I didn’t need more, I was just scared to be without the weightlessness now that I’d found it.
“I never said you were.” He’d put on a stern voice and a disapproving glance to accompany it. “I let you off earlier.” He pointed. “You clearly needed a minute.” I rolled my eyes. “But I think you should talk to me now, not the glass in your hand.” I scoffed, not daring to look at him, I knew the look he’d have plastered across his face. Disappointment maybe, more sympathy, enough to make me heave that’s for sure. “I don’t need to talk about anything.” He sighed, reaching to place his hands on my shoulders, forcing my attention on him. His hands were warm, softer than I thought too, usually they were calloused and rough, he’d actually stepped away from the drum kit for once in his life. I should be the one concerned here not him, Ashton without his drum kit was an apocalyptic sign indeed.
“Talk to me.” He wasn’t going to stop; he certainly wouldn’t stop pushing now that he saw how much it was getting at me. He cared too much to let me carry that burden alone, I hated that he cared. His slightly parental role was so natural to him. “He ditched me, what’s to say?” He rolled his eyes. “There must be more to it, you wouldn’t be this upset if it was just that.” I shrugged, half in defiance, half to shake his hands off me. “Surely he told you everything you need to know. Hell, maybe I’m just dramatic.” He looked down at the ground. Just what I thought. “Probably not the full story.” He probably made himself out a lot better than he was. “I know what he’s like though, I know when he’s fucked it, I’m not blind to it.” I felt myself getting worked up, heat at my cheeks, tears forming in my eyes, exactly what I’d wished to avoid. “You weren’t together that long though.” I darted my eyes at his. “What’s that supposed to mean?” He paused momentarily. “It hurts now but at least it didn’t go on any longer ya know?” He knew he’d said the wrong thing, yet he continued. “What if he’d let it go on longer?” I ran my fingers frustratedly through my hair. “So, I shouldn’t feel anything then? We weren’t together long enough.”
“That’s not what I meant, and you know it.” I crossed my arms over my chest, hugging myself almost. “Just don’t like seeing you torn up about it, it was a situationship, a fling, you can move on now.” He bit down on his bottom lip, closing his eyes as if it pained him. “Shit, I didn’t mean it to come out like that at all.” I wonder how he did mean it. I’d thought about the situation often enough. I’d had enough anxiety over the labelling, the ‘situationship’ as he so eloquently put it.
I left the kitchen, back towards my other spot, this time hearing his footsteps following me outside. “Y/n please, don’t walk away, I’m sorry, you know that’s not what I meant.” I charged back towards him, falling just short of crashing directly into his chest. “No, I think that’s exactly what you meant. I need to grow up and move on yeah, maybe I’ll meet someone tonight.” If that’s what he wanted. I knew I was being petty now, but I couldn’t help myself, he’d enraged me.
I didn’t make it a couple feet away from him until his hand had wrapped around my arm, pulling me back inside again. I tried to shake from his grip, but he wasn’t letting me go as easily this time. “Will you let me go?” I bit. “Depends.” He glanced back at me over his shoulder. “You gonna run away if I do?” I didn’t answer, he knew what I’d say, I was already timing how long it would take to get straight out the front door. “Then no.” He continued pulling me, guiding me through the house to the stairs. People watched us; I dread to think of what they thought. I wasn’t drunk enough to avoid that paranoia that’s for sure.
He led me up the stairs, into the familiarity of his bedroom, locking the door swiftly behind us, finally letting go of me once he had. My eyes flickered from the door to him. He leant his back against it, crossing his arms like some kind of bouncer in a nightclub, God knows he was large enough to be one. “So, you’re trapping me in here against my will.” He nodded. “Yup.” I thought about tackling him, I knew I’d lose, but it was the best plan I had so far. “I wouldn’t.” I sighed. “Fine.”
I took myself away, into the ensuite, not bothering to close the door behind me. I just stood in front of the sink, staring at myself blankly in the mirror. My mascara had smudged under my eyes, maybe I didn’t hold back the tears as well as I thought I had. I turned the tap on, grabbing a tissue, soaking it, dabbing gently under my eyes. By the time I’d binned it and looked back up again, he was stood behind me. “Are you incapable of leaving me alone?” He just smirked. “You’re in my room.” I turned around. “Only because you dragged me in here.” I prodded at his chest with my pointer finger. He didn’t seem phased by the close proximity. “I was worried about you.” I leant back against the counter. “So that makes it okay?” He smirked. “Would you rather me let you continue your scene in front of my other guests?” I laughed at that one. “Hey maybe that would have livened the place up a little.” He prodded me back. “My party was great until you got here.” And again, just to emphasise it. He even smiled this time; I’d melted at his smile.
“I’m sorry.” He said. I nodded briefly, accepting it, I knew I didn’t make it easy for him. “I mean it.” I smiled up at him, he didn’t have to be so nice to me, he didn’t have to look out for me at all, but he did, I didn’t know why he did. Maybe I was ungrateful. “I’m sorry too.” I wasn’t going to satisfy him with the reason for my apology though. He reached out, stroking my cheek lightly, nothing strange for us, he was a very tactile person, he’d done this before. “Now tell me it was a great party.” I snorted. Was this his way of lightening the mood again?
“Never.” He came closer, pinning me to the counter, I’d be lying if I said I didn’t feel the slightest bit turned on by it, but that was only natural, I’m sure if another mildly attractive male did that, I’d be in the same boat, right? “I’m not letting you go until you do.” I licked my bottom lip, squinting at him, attempting to call him out on it. “Wasn’t aware I was allowed to leave anyway.” He came in closer, as if it was even physically possible. He really didn’t want his street cred ruined did he, couldn’t afford a bad word on his party throwing skills. “I’m not gonna leave you a poor review on social media Ashton.” He didn’t move though, smiling along with me but still solidly stood in place. “Say it.” He was doing this on purpose, he was desperate to get under my skin, always having to one up me, to annoy me more than I ever did him. “Say it and you can go.” I couldn’t even look at him, not when he was this close, not when my thoughts were fleeting around a million miles an hour, not when his breath was fanning across my face, I’d never thought about him like this.
“It’s a great party.” I pushed forward, smiling, closing a gap between us, hoping to sink my words in as much as possible. “Can I go now?” My nose was almost right against his, I couldn’t think about it, I shouldn’t think about it. Yet here I was, thinking of nothing but his proximity. Shit, have his eyes always been that pretty?
For a moment I thought he might kiss me. For a moment I might have wanted him to. That wasn’t where I’d expected this to go, I should move. “You feel better?” He still showed no intention of letting me go, however. “Stop that.” I urged, begged almost. “Stop what?” He acted like he didn’t know, like he wasn’t aware he was moving ever closer, his hands now on either side of me, against the counter, hovering closely to my waist. “That, stop that.” I was almost panicked. I gestured to his arms. “I don’t think I can.” He sighed, as if it was this huge struggle that had burdened him for a while, as if this wasn’t the first time this scenario had crossed his mind, but I was only just awake enough to notice it. It hit me like a train.
“Ashton if you don’t move-“ he pushed his forehead to mine, licking hesitantly over his bottom lip. I had the audacity to close my eyes when he made the contact. “I can’t.” He would, I knew he would, he would move if I really wanted him to, if I’d just asked him to. Instead, I just pushed my forehead further into his, no effort at all to separate us, as if my body was completely indifferent to my mind. I felt him hesitate, I felt him think about it, he’d crossed the line so easily but now he was waking up, talking sense into himself, retreating, I should have let him, against my better judgment I pulled at the material of his t-shirt, pulling him back to me, his lips finding mine, bringing along the craziest sense of clarity. It hadn’t felt wrong at all, just painfully right, no matter how hard I tried to persuade myself otherwise.
Now that I’d started, I couldn’t begin to stop. I threw my arms around his neck, hoping he’d get the picture, that I wanted him closer, that I want him. I was overwhelmed by it, consumed by it. He leant down, reaching to grab at my ass, no care taken, no gentle touch. He lifted me effortlessly, placing me back down on the bathroom sink. I hissed as I felt the cool marble-top under my skin. Ashton took my pause as his opportunity to drag my bottom lip between his teeth, watching me intently for my reaction, earning a whimper from my tongue. “So pretty.” He cooed. I felt my eyes rolling backwards as he said it.
I forced my lips back on his, moving my hands down to clutch at his shirt like I did before but this time with desperation, for wanting nothing more than to see it coating the bathroom tiles, no longer shielding him from me. Thankfully, he pulled away to tear it from his body. I sucked in a breath at the sight of his bare torso, toned and tanned, mouth wateringly beautiful. I’d seen it before, of course I had, but it was so different up close and personal, different when I could touch him without wandering eyes, without judgement. If this was to be my only chance to have him in this way, I needed to make the most of it. I ran my fingers across his chest, just gentle little touches, getting to know his body in a whole new light. I moved them slowly down the length of his torso, delighted at the way his abdomen twitched when my hands fell dangerously close to his belt and the waistband of his jeans.
He was so mesmerised by my hands; he’d stopped all movements of his own. He just watched me, let me enjoy him. I placed sweet kisses against his chest, taking great care to coat him entirely. He hummed softly under my lips, wrapping his fingers in my hair to encourage my actions. I took it further, sucking delicate bruises trailing down his sternum. I even managed to look up at him once or twice, knowing I’ll never be able to forget his lust filled eyes, the haziness of them and the heaviness of his lids, and he adored me, I didn’t think I’d ever felt so pretty.
“Didn’t expect you to be so docile.” I teased. He snapped out of it, his gaze meeting mine, shaking his head slightly. “Don’t play with me.” His tone had an edge to it one that clearly said I should watch my mouth. I had to squeeze my legs together to hide the effect of what he was doing to me. “You haven’t seen anything yet.” He continued, keen to prove his point, reaching his own hands out to touch me in a way he never had before, an entirely unfamiliar territory for us but he approached me with no slow or subtle introduction like I’d issued to him, he just instantly began groping, man handling me, covering my breasts with his large hands. I was gasping under the pressure. He grabbed them, squeezing them harshly over my dress, I almost felt the bruising then and there, he leaned down to fasten his lips to mine, to catch my moan while he pawed at me.
I began unbuckling his belt, trying my best despite my shaking hands. Ashton kept kissing me, sliding his hands up and down my sides, before settling once again on my ass, scooting my forward enough that I was no longer seated atop the counter. “Do you want this?” He asked, his forehead touching mine, his breath shallow, beating down on me. He had to be sure, not just for the simple fact that he’d never wanted anything more in his life, but because what I wanted meant so much more to him. “Yes.” I rush. “You sure?” He watched my eyes attentively, I nodded quickly, please believe me. If a thousand nods would convince him then I’d do it. “If you don’t like anything, we can stop.” He tilted his head to emphasise his statement. My heart shouldn’t swell so hard at the bare minimum asking of consent, but my God, it did.
“Turn around baby.” I felt my heart leap at the pet name he’d gracefully given me. I found myself gnawing on my bottom lip as I turned around, facing myself in the mirror, before letting my eyes land on his. He looked like a little boy who’d gotten everything he’s ever wanted for Christmas and all at once. There wasn’t a doubt in my mind right now, that this was exactly where I was supposed to be, with him in any way shape or form. He lifted my dress, bunching it up over my hips, pinning it in place with his left hand, while his right moved between my legs. I could sense his hesitation, how he had to stop and admire me for a moment or two, just to enjoy how damp my underwear had become. He’d played with that thought in his mind probably many a time before now, but now the evidence was presented to him he was even more proud of himself for working me into this state, the arousal unmistakably slick between my legs and undoubtedly because of him. He no longer hesitated, easily slipping his hand between my thighs. “What's got you this wet, princess?” I groaned at the way he smirked, not looking at my face, just staring directly at my cunt, lost in a trance. “Don’t play with me Ash.” I warned, trying to hold it together and somewhat managing it too, right until his fingers brushed against my skin where I’d needed him, eliciting a pathetic whimper.
He took it one step further, pushing my underwear to the side, moving his fingers to trace my clit delicately, resulting in me bucking my hips into his hands, wanting more, so much more. “Want you so bad." I hoped it would push him, make him work on me, to give me something, anything. He just hummed in contentment, thinking about his next step, whether he should make me wait for it, whether he himself could possibly wait for it. He pretended to give it some thought, pretended to mull it over in his mind, right until he worked to pull his jeans down to the middle of his thighs, pants slipping down too, revealing just how much he’d been needing me too.
He was so hard, red at the tip, dripping with arousal. I’d have given anything for a taste of him, he wouldn’t have lasted, I knew it from the look in his eyes, he needed me completely, needed all of me because if he wasn’t going to cum fast, at least let it be inside of me. I reached behind me grasping his length in my hand, his eyes met mine in the mirror, lips parting as I ran my fingers over his cock. "Fucking hell," he breathed, before he could stop himself. “Need you so bad.” He bat my hand away from him, I reached to grip onto the counter before me instead, preparing myself for what was to come.
Ashton took his time to enter me, I was wet enough to take him whole, and he knew it, but he still didn’t want to take it too far for both of our sakes. "You're so tight, princess.” A groan erupted from his throat as he pushed himself deeper. Despite him being overcome with the sensation he still listened to me, still watched me, checking in on me. When I finally breathed a sigh of pleasure and shifted to rock back onto him, he let go of his concerns, knowing I was okay, that I could take him. Once he sank all the way to the base he paused, lowering his mouth to my ear. I could do nothing but watch him in the mirror, how he stared me directly in the eyes as he said it. “Doesn’t feel like you were made for him.”
Before I could dare to respond, he’d snapped his hips back, emptying me almost completely before rushing back in again, forcing my hips against the counter. He no longer had it in him to take it slow, he would prove his statement, he would fuck it into me, etch it across my skin if he had to. The pace change was astounding, sending shockwaves through me. I was just about screaming when his cock dragged across my sensitive spot. How could it ever have gotten better than this? Never would I have expected that fucking Ashton would feel this good, that I could ever be made to feel this good. I was practically digging my nails into his counter top, turning white at the knuckles to cope with the force of him. Ashton just clawed at my hips, bringing them to meet his every thrust. I’d never felt so full in all of my life.
I didn’t even have to encourage him, didn’t have to instruct, or inform him in any way, he just knew. He automatically knew what I wanted and what felt good, and he paid attention to my sounds, my cries of pleasure. I tried my best not to wonder about who he’d gained this experience from, or how he’d obtained it, but I’d be stupid not to be grateful to them for teaching him how to take care of a woman like this. I had never had a guy so perceptive, so in tune with my body, not even Calum could manage that.
I was losing myself, each thrust hitting harder than the last, sending me spiralling, filling the pit of my stomach with a warmth I couldn’t describe with justice. I hadn’t expected it so soon, especially not without even tracing my clit with my own fingers. It just built and built, tightening and coiling, all because of him, all for him. “Ash.” I panted, he seemed to know exactly what I’d meant without me having to communicate it any further. He just locked eyes with me in the mirror, reaching his right hand out, covering mine as it rested on the counter wanting to guide me there. He draped his back over mine, dropping wet kisses over my spine as he kept his relentless pace, drilling into me until I screamed his name and I did scream, his name tore from my throat more naturally than I could have imagined it would.
The feeling of my release was certainly too much for him to take. My vocalisations and the way I pulsated around him, was drawing him closer to his finish and he was perfectly fine with that, he had made it worth it, he had done enough to grant himself that reward. Within minutes he’d found his own orgasm, pulling out of me swiftly, leaving us both sighing at the emptiness. He released his hot cum over my back, muttering my name over and over before resting his forehead at the top of my spine. It took an age for him to send his breathing back to a normal speed. He was exhausted and rightly so. I wanted nothing more than to wrap my arms around him and take care of him, the way he’d so effortlessly done to me.
He stayed still for the longest time, pausing to catch his breath, myself doing the same. I could barely lift my head from the exhaustion that had washed over me. My whole body ached. He had to help me stand upright again, to steady me when my legs felt as if they were about to give way. He laughed when my knees buckled, but he still caught me, pulling me into his chest. I sighed into him, things were certainly complicated now, but as if he’d sensed that thought crossing my mind, he tore me away from it, cupping my cheeks in his hands, rubbing tiny circles over them before bringing me into a searing kiss, and as if the act we’d performed hadn’t solidified it enough, his kiss had deepened what I’d already thought, we’d somehow had feelings for one another.
Now I stood back at home in my own bathroom, staring at myself in the mirror and if I were to watch long enough, I could have sworn I saw a flashing image of him stood behind me again. Oh, how I pictured it, exactly as it was, him bunching up my dress at my waist, me parting my lips never once wanting him to stop. How he’d looked at me so hungrily, like I was the only thing that could ever sustain his insatiable appetite. I jumped out of my skin when my phone buzzed.
He was outside, waiting for me. I’d agreed to coffee this morning, I’d managed to make my way back to my own apartment last night, much to his dismay. He’d asked me to stay, I’d thought about it, oh I’d thought about nothing but that for the rest of the night, but I’d needed the space. I didn’t run out on him; I didn’t just skip away without a goodbye. I’d dragged myself away from his warm embrace, from being tangled up in his bed sheets, the comfiest I’d been for weeks. I just had to think about this.
Ashton wasn’t the kind of guy for a one-night stand, not at this age, maybe when he was younger. He seemed the type for serial monogamy if I’m honest. He took dates, hoping they’d lead somewhere, actually lead somewhere, not just a brief encounter. So, if he’d slept with me, if he’d wanted me at all, then he wanted me, just me, me from now on. My chest fluttered at the idea of it. I wanted to be wanted, I wanted the security of it especially after Calum, but maybe that’s just it. Maybe I just wanted a replacement, the part of that relationship I didn’t have before. I didn’t want to hurt Ash if that was the case, that’s why I stalled in the bathroom for as long as possible. But I didn’t doubt his threat of finding the spare key and dragging me out himself. I made a move for the door.
I squinted when I made my way out into the sunlight, far brighter than I’d been expecting, I was thankful I’d grabbed a pair of sunglasses before closing the door, to save myself in some way. I made my way down the drive of the apartment building, out towards his convertible. He had the roof down, music playing loud enough to cover the sound of my groan at the sight of him. There were those thoughts again, so intrusive.
“Morning to you too.” He unlocked the passenger side door for me to slide into, throwing my bag down snugly into the foot well before securing my feet on either side. I threw my back into the seat, my head pushing deeply into the head rest. I felt his eyes blaring a hole into the side of my face. “Morning.” I grumbled. He laughed at my grouchiness, further adding to my annoyance. He was being so casual, I guess I should be grateful that things weren’t weird between us, but I’d also like to address it at the same time, to say something on the matter, but he wasn’t like that, he didn’t overthink things like that.
I tilted my head, turning to face him. He stared straight ahead now, hands tapping the steering wheel, drumming a rhythm I’m sure only he would know. His hair was still wet, red curls falling freely wherever they pleased, no styling at all. He wore a black and red shirt to match his hair and his car too now that I think about it. Has he always done that? Coordinated with his cars?
I found myself reaching out to caress his cheek, just trying it out, seeing how he’d react. To my surprise he leant his cheek into the palm of my hand almost like a puppy, nuzzling for more affection. My heart leapt when he looked at me, he was happy, I think I was too. It took a while to move away from him, to step out of the moment, the captivation. “Coffee then?” He nodded, turning his attention back to the wheel. I let out a breath I hadn’t been aware I was holding, my arm falling back to my side, my eyes staring out through the windscreen, fixating on the car parked in front.
Ashton started the engine, setting the car in reverse. I took deep breaths as subtly as possible, failing hard when I noticed his arm stretching out to rest on the back of my chair while he reversed. God wasn’t planning on giving me a break today was he? I fixated on his concentration face, his effortless stretch and now how he craned his neck to check behind him, almost as if he was doing it on purpose. He could have easily spotted anything behind us through the rear-view mirror but no, he teased me, twisted around, stretching his neck, exposing the bruise I’d formed on the side of his throat last night. I hadn’t even realised I’d done that.
Without thinking, I traced it with my fingers. He twitched, pressing hard on the breaks, jolting us to a halt. I burst out laughing at the effect I had on him. He retreated his arm from my chair, reaching to twist his key in the ignition, stopping the car entirely. “What are you doing woman?” He exasperated. I couldn’t help but laugh harder when he combed his fingers through his unruly locks. “You act like I almost killed us.” He shook his head. “Almost killed me.” He muttered under his breath, not quietly enough to escape my ears. “You seem on edge.” I stirred, fingers returning to trace the bruise. “Can you blame me?” He looked at me, pleading with me to stop teasing.
“You gonna start up again?” I pushed. “You gonna keep your hands to yourself?” He quipped. “I don’t know about that.” I reached out to him once more, finding it far more natural than I had a couple of minutes earlier. He turned himself in his seat, giving me his undivided attention this time around. “Can I kiss you?” He watched my face attentively, wanting to know exactly where I was at with all this, now that things had shifted between us. I nodded happily, even leaning in as I did so.
He pushed his lips on mine with a tenderness he hadn’t quite provided last night. It was refreshing. There was less urgency, no fear of me running away the moment he touched me, which I guess there was an element of before. It felt so, nice. I was nervous, palms sweating, gripping the hemline of my skirt but oh, it was nice. He sighed into my lips, eyes flickering closed, while mine remained open, just to watch him, just to confirm that this was actually happening, that he’d been there.
He cupped my cheeks in his hands, deepening our kiss. The gentle tracing of his tongue across my bottom lip was certainly encouraged, gaining a familiar tone to the kisses we’d previously shared. I breathed him in, every last drop of him. I hooked my hands behind his neck as I leaned across the gear stick, wanting him as close as I could get him. The whole world had disappeared around us as if it were never there to begin with. I couldn’t have predicted how lovely his lips felt.
His eyes remained shut when I pulled back, a blush had crept upon his cheeks. I couldn’t help but stare, he’d given me the perfect opportunity to, almost like he’d been wanting me to look, to decide, to choose. I stroked his cheek briefly before pecking him once more, returning comfortably back to my seat, feeling a little calmer now he’d kissed it all better. “I think we can go now.” I smiled. He let out a shaky breath. “Don’t touch me again until we’re parked.” It was almost a warning, so poorly disguised. “I shall try my hardest.”
Perhaps in my tiredness I’d not been paying attention to my surroundings as much as I ought to. It wasn’t until 20 minutes had passed that I’d grown concerned for the fact we hadn’t stopped yet. We’d not been in traffic, surprisingly, considering how bad LA could be and we’d surely passed a dozen of coffee shops by now. I couldn’t help but shift in my seat, twisting to check the left and right of me to make sure my assumptions were correct. “Ashton, we must have passed every coffee shop within a 10 mile radius.” He didn’t say anything. “Stop scrambling so much, you’re distracting me.” He bought his hand down to rest on my thigh as if it would calm me, when its effect was entirely the opposite, I felt a shiver running down my spine, goosebumps cascading over my skin. There was nothing relaxing about the sparks flooding from his touch.
“Where are you taking me?“ I stared at him, almost the same way he’d done to me earlier, eyes blaring into his side profile, telepathically screaming for him to give me some kind of answer. “To the beach.” He said calmly. “What happened to coffee?” I didn’t dare take my eyes off him and I swear I saw him shudder under the harshness of my glare, good. “There’s coffee at the beach.” He shrugged. He wasn’t going to give me any more than that, I knew he wouldn’t, but that didn’t mean he didn’t send my pulse rate up with the irritation of it, well, that and the fact he looked exceptional from the side. Had I really never once thought, just how pretty his jaw was, how defined it was, how kissable it was. I’d now have a hard time thinking of anything else.
I gave up trying to deter him, thoughts far too distracted to hold a grudge against him anyway. He’d obviously thought it through to some extent, he wasn’t one to substitute coffee like that, nothing came between him and his caffeine boost, not me and especially not a beach trip on a whim, I knew that much for certain. “I didn’t pack anything for the beach.” I huffed. He chuckled at that, annoyingly. “What did you pack?“ I realised how incriminating it may have sounded. “Nothing for you to worry about.” He squeezed my thigh, running his hand up and down before settling it again. “Well now I’m intrigued.” Tease.
I did rather like how we’d settled, how things had seemed so normal, nothing too much out of the ordinary. We had the same banter we’d always had, he’d paid no mind to my childish remarks, I’d scolded him when he infuriated me and he always infuriated me. It should feel like a crime to be so comfortable with things. I let my mind wonder back to last night, the things he’d said, the things he’d done. He’d said I should move on, he’d asked how I had been hurt. Was it possible that all along it wasn’t just him being a good person alone, wasn’t just him being a concerned friend? Was it possible that he had other intentions this entire time? That he’d actually had a soft spot for me for another reason, not just because of my link to his own best friend.
Then there was the fact that he wasn’t convinced that Calum had told him the entire truth. Why would you mistrust someone you hold so dear to you for the sake of a girl? If you didn’t have some kind of connection to her, why would it float around in your mind at all? But the most shocking thing of all, was the way that even when his friend should have been way out of his head-space, in a scenario meant only for the two of us, he’d mentioned him. He’d spoken about him while buried deep inside of me and the words he spoke were ringing in my ear like an unmistakable alarm bell. “Doesn’t feel like you were made for him.” He was right of course, Ashton fit me like a puzzle piece, and it drove me wild to even consider that a fact but why had he said it? Like he’d thought about it many times, like it had to be said, to confirm something that perhaps he’d always thought. Did Calum simply get to me first? It was as if a deep haze had been lifted before my eyes, I think I’d finally understood it, once again greeted with clarity. That’s exactly what had happened.
By the time we’d parked up near the beach front and a little café, I had the strangest sensation. “I think it’s going to rain.” The clouds hadn’t exactly come rolling in, the sun was still high in the sky, people were still bounding onto the sand with their beach attire in hand. There was just a level of humidity in the air, I always knew when it was going to rain, it was a useless talent I’d always had, and I was rarely wrong about it. “It looks fine to me.” He stared at the sky, the car and then back at the sky again. He wondered if it was worth the risk to leave the roof down, I wasn’t sure how I’d convince him it was an awful idea. “Coffee?” I decided to leave him defenceless, he’d eat his words, I was sure of it, who was I to come between a man and his own car anyway?
We were in the coffee shop only minutes before the rain came thrashing down, taking the sun deep behind the clouds. “Shit, Ash, the car.” I felt guilty despite the laugh behind my words. I should have forced him to listen to me before, to save me from seeing his life flashing before his eyes as his baby was at risk and to think, he’d just been so elated to pump excess syrup into his iced drink coffee. Now his face had dropped to a ghostly pale shade. I took the drink from his hand without a second thought, urging him to go outside like I knew had already been the first thing on his mind. He’d ran so fast I was sure he left track marks.
I found myself watching him through the dusty blinds with a great curiosity, almost as if he was a stranger I’d found myself romanticising and daydreaming about. I used to enjoy people watching in little cafés like this back home and this café was old and rustic, the kind you’d expect to see all walks of life wandering into, the kind in dire need of TLC and maybe revitalisation before the beach season started up again but the right kind of shelter for a day like this. It was the ideal place to sit back and watch the world float by. For now, it was just a makeshift tv screen for me to watch Ashton.
The rain had snatched the sun from the sky, you could easily mistake it for the early evening by the darkness creeping in around us. The lights had come above me, further encouraging the idea of the night. I clutched our drinks, protected them to my greatest capability as I watched him run, if there was one small thing I could do for him, at least I could do that. He was thrashing his arms around dramatically, digging through his pockets for his keys next, I could have sworn he’d actually said a violent prayer at least twice as he continued his efforts of wrestling with his vehicle. Somehow his minor fit of rage was one of the most attractive things I’d seen in a long time. It could be the fact he was flexing, it could also be the fact his shirt was soaked and stuck to his body, leaving little to the imagination, could be a number of things, but nevertheless I found myself sucking my straw, transfixed by him. I was cruel wasn’t I? I’d been thriving off of his chaos all this time and I wasn’t ashamed to admit, if I had popcorn, I’d for sure have been snacking on that while I watched him, but we make the most of what we have.
I knew I should probably join him, against my best wishes, I knew that. I just wanted to watch him for a tiny bit longer before forcing myself out to succumb to a similar fate, to be soaked by the weather against my will. Even if it was in solidarity, it sucked. I’d rather liked my outfit today as well, made an effort for him subconsciously I suppose, and it would be a dying shame to destroy it. If I could dig myself a bigger, more indisputable excuse not to step outside right now, I would, but alas, I had nothing. Now I had to sacrifice my dry and comfortable state, all because he didn’t listen to me. Was this the first of many compromises in our relationship?
I manage to open the door, impressing myself considering the 2 drinks in hand. I start jogging down to the car to join him, trying not to squeal at the temperature drop and the chill of the raindrops attacking my skin from every direction. He turned to me immediately taking the coffees from me as if they were his children being rescued from a burning building, his top priority in any circumstance. “I hate that you were right.” He grunted. I had to smirk, it was an irresistible temptation, it’s terribly hard not to enjoy being right. “Mm, go on, say it again.” I stuck my tongue out, the glare I received was undeniably deserved. “Can’t say I didn’t warn you.” He squared up to me not that it was difficult with the height difference. I felt like backing down again when he looked at me like that. I knew he was pissed off deep down, he tried to hide it with a joke, but he was annoyed, his resting bitch face was deadly enough when he wasn’t aware of it, the provocation of an actual jaw twinge of from him would admittedly have me dead on the spot and I rather liked being alive.
“Come on lets go home.” I didn’t really want to end our trip like that, so abruptly, and with the air now filled with tension, but if it would calm the storm raging inside of him as well as around us, then I would. I was absolutely whipped for him, and I hope he knew that. I clambered back into my seat, it was mildly damp a small pooling of water gathered but no wetter than I was after standing outside for however long. Ashton sank into his seat too, posture more deflated than anything, perhaps I’d read him wrong. His head leant back into the head rest, his neck craned back, stretched out in frustration. There was that bruise again, taunting me.
I pulled my bottom lip anxiously between my teeth. I observed him yet again, searching for the anger I was sure he’d been building, thankfully, nothing of the sort. He reached out to grip the steering wheel, fiddling with it, hesitating nervously. He didn’t want to go, not just yet, I could tell that much at least. I wasn’t sure if it was hope, hope that the rain would clear, or maybe even positive energy, to make the best out of the situation, or that he’d simply felt there was some unfinished business to take care of here. Maybe there was, maybe this was more than just a coffee date. We certainly had a lot to talk about, I knew that and now seemed as good a time as any to get it off our chests. I wasn’t completely opposed to the idea, of course, the conversation needed to be had, but it was nice to pretend we wouldn’t have to have the conversation, that we could just be different and comfortably so without mentioning how or why it happened in the first place.
“I just wanted to show you,” his hands slid up and down the steering wheel as he stumbled around trying to find the words. It wasn’t like him to struggle with articulation, he was quite amazing with words. They seemed to gravitate towards him, lay themselves down before him for him to reassemble with ease or perhaps with his command. “I wanted to show you, you deserve this ya know?” I furrowed my brows, half with general confusion but also with the fact that I really hadn’t deserved that kindness, I can’t be as deserving as he makes out, surely. I wouldn’t be trampled over time and time again if that was the case. But he’d really seen something in me, something I don’t think I agreed was there, but something, nonetheless. He gulped before running his tongue over his bottom lip, his nerves catching up with him. I wanted to soothe him somehow, to reach out to him, I placed my hand on his thigh, almost like how he did to me, hoping it would help him, even the tiniest bit.
“Does it still hurt?” I assume he referred to the heartache Calum left behind. I couldn’t lie and say it was healed within a night, because it wasn’t, it was still there, still looming, but not taking place in my every waking thought the way I’d feared it might. It was certainly better than it was, he’d started to mend it, faster than I thought he could, faster than I thought anyone could, he’d been mending me so naturally. I was the type to be crushed by even the smallest form of betrayal, it was a fault of mine I’d been confronted with time and time again. I’d been working on it for years, knowing I could protect myself more or at least attempt not to take things to heart as if it were meant that way. I thought I’d be miserable for months on end from this one, but I didn’t feel miserable, not when I was with him, not when I was sat here beside him, as if we were the only two people in the universe and judging by the deserted beach, the empty parking lot we were finding respite in, I’d say we were the only two people.
“Just a little.” I didn’t look at him when I spoke, the same nerves he’d had, overcoming me too. “Come here.” I stared at him blankly. “What do you mean come here, I’m as close as I can get.” He rolled his eyes. “My lap looks pretty empty to me.” I quirked my brow. “Oh, that’s what you wanted huh? A beach romp.” He snorted. I think we were both grateful that the tension that had thickened the air around us, was finally lifting. “Oh yeah, love a romp.” He chimed in but grimaced as he said it. He was probably right to, not the greatest word I’d ever used to describe sex.
I tried to plan how I was going to get from my chair to his, conscious not to knock the drinks over while I went, also cautious not to whack my head off the roof, knocking myself out wouldn’t be a fantastic way to end a date, if you could even consider this a date. As if he heard my thoughts, he placed his hand over the top of my head, just ensuring that if anything was to hit the ceiling, it wouldn’t be me. I began manoeuvring myself, I hit my knee about a dozen times on the way across, surely scattering them in bruises, I’d lost my balance too, I probably would have caused some serious damage to myself and the car if his hands hadn’t been there to stop me, protective as ever, coming to my rescue like the charming prince he was. I was almost sweating with the amount of effort it took to get into his lap. Panting wasn’t even the word. “Next time, just open the door and let me hop in that way.” I pouted. “Where’s the fun in that?” He stroked my hair, moving some away from my face.
“Could have at least pushed your seat back.” I huffed. “It’s a mustang baby, the seats don’t go back.” I felt a blush creeping onto my face, it was so evident that I didn’t drive, thankfully it had darkened outside enough to go unnoticed by him. I turned to look out the window, there was nothing to see but a waterfall sliding down the glass. “So much for a sea view.” He wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling my body closer into him. The same spark from last night, struck and set my body alight, my chest starting to pound. He nuzzled his face sweetly into my hair, breathing me in. “You’re better than a sea view.” I had to fight the laugh. “You’re so cheesy.”
I turned back around, not quite judging the distance between us accurately enough to calculate where his face was in comparison to mine, bumping our noses together. “Cars man.” I breathed. He chuckled. “Don’t blame the car for your mistakes.” I raised a brow. “Already choosing the car over me?” He smirked. “We’ve known each other a long time, that kinda love doesn’t just go away.” I linked my hands behind his neck, draping my arms over his shoulders. “Bet she can’t kiss you like I can.” His eyes lit up even in the darkness of the pouring rain. “Feel free to prove it to me.” I didn’t hesitate to, meeting his lips with mine. I felt a jolt of electricity between us and as cliché as it was, I’d firmly believed there was a greater reason for it than a mere static shock.
Within 24 hours he’d turned my entire world upside-down. He’d well and truly fucked everything up, everything we’d had, our friendship together and with everyone else we’d known, but I’d let him do it again and again especially if it felt as marvellous as this. I hoped that in every single timeline of every single universe, I’d ended up in his arms. Nothing felt better than this proximity to him.
His hands naturally slid from their position wrapped around my waist, dropping down lower. “This okay?” He checked in with me, lips hovering over mine as his hands lowered to my backside. “More than okay.” I encouraged, keen to get his lips back on mine. Within minutes I found myself rocking over his lap, him digging his nails into my skin through my skirt. “So conveniently dressed for me.” He teased, catching my bottom lip between his teeth. “I know, what a bad girl.” He almost growled when I’d said that. “A very bad girl.” He confirmed. Then he surprised me, his hands trailing back up my back, slow and steady before bringing them around to the front of me, settling them on my throat. He tore his mouth away from mine to ask my permission, never, ever doing anything without my saying so first.
“Can I?” I groaned. “Please, please choke me.” He had a devilish smirk painted across his face. “Thought you’d never ask.” I rolled my eyes briefly before kissing him again, highly anticipating his fingers beginning to squeeze, adding a slow and subtle amount of pressure to the column of my throat. He kissed me over and over, slipping his tongue into my mouth when I gasped for him. I found myself clawing at his shoulders, not because he’d taken it too far, not because it was too much for me to manage, but because it felt so incredibly right that I couldn’t contain myself. Ashton dragged his lips from mine, watching me with awe as I whimpered, my throat vibrating under his fingertips. His eyes were consumed by darkness, so much so that I couldn’t describe them as anything other than black. The lust had embodied him. He was eating me up, I was so delicious to him, so pretty to him and even though he thought of me as this delicate little angel sat atop his lap, there was the dark sensation inside him that wanted nothing more than to corrupt me, to ruin me.
He released his hold on my throat, crashing his lips messily over mine, our teeth clanging together but not enough to spoil the moment, just enough to communicate how wanted I truly was. I couldn’t get enough of him, the addictive sensation of his tongue exploring my mouth, oh and the way he tasted, the distinct sweetness of his mouth. I wanted it again and again. “Fuck me, Ash I can’t take it.” I begged him, I never thought I would, it just hit me so hard, how wet I was, even without the rain. “Say it again.” He pushed. Seriousness in his tone. “Go on.” I could have messed with him, I could have fought him, but I was too worked up, I had to grant him the satisfaction just this once. “Please, fuck me Ash, I need you.” Just to force my words, as if they weren’t already imprinted into his brain, as if he wouldn’t be thinking about them for the following few weeks, late at night while he found himself alone. I decided to push him just that little bit closer to giving in to me. “Can’t you feel how much I need you?”
I had to fight back a proud smirk as I guided his hands between my legs. I watched him so carefully as I bought his hands to cover my underwear, where he’d then taken control enough to cup my core, fingers stroking up and down over my clothed but dripping hole. “All this for me?” He seemed so pleased. “You spoil me.” Without a warning he’d slid a finger inside of me, capturing my lips in a rough kiss before I managed to cry out for him. “Fuck, look at you whimpering already.” I was just as astounded as he was at my sheer lack of self-control. I knew he wouldn’t be letting me live it down either, it wasn’t in his nature to let me forget the way I was dripping down his fingertips.
He decided to up the stakes, inserting another finger inside me, “Jesus,” he laughed, “not quite, angel.” I wanted to hit him, to smack the grin off his face but he curled his fingers inside of me, just as the thought crossed my mind, now it was gone, far from recollection. He’d curled them at just the right angle that my head went flying back, my mind erased of anything but the burning, lustful feeling inside of me. When my throat was exposed to him, he took it as the perfect opportunity to grip it tightly again. I wanted to cry, tears brimming in my eyes while I fought to hold on a little longer, he was offering me everything and all at once, giving me no choice but to take it all. I was hurdling towards an orgasm with his name being the only thing I could manage to choke out. “That’s it, let go.” He didn’t even need to push it, I knew I was well and truly there, clenching down on his fingers, soaking them.
He pushed his forehead against mine, I’d noticed it was his favourite way to connect with me, and to comfort me as I still felt the effects of my high. I couldn’t hear anything but the rain flooding outside and my heart hammering against my chest. I’d been so overwhelmed by it all I hadn’t even noticed him sucking his fingers into his mouth, sucking the sweetness of my arousal off of them, humming as he crudely slurped the taste off his digits. He’d made it look like it was the most exquisite thing he’d ever encountered. I wanted to know what it tasted like, he’d made it look so appetising, I didn’t want to miss out on it. I pulled his wrist, bringing his fingers to my own lips, sucking them into my mouth. “So hot, baby.” He was shifting in his seat, trying to rearrange himself the best he could while I gave him a sight he wouldn’t soon forget. I pulled his fingers from my mouth with a satisfactory pop.
I slid my hands down between us to fidget with his belt, pulling it open with ease. I freed him from his tight jeans and the confinement of his underwear. To no surprise a wet spot has soaked through his pants, and his erection had barely been contained by the material at all, he was poking over the top, flush against his stomach. That neediness once again struck my core, my body calling out to him almost. I stroked my hand over him, drawing a hiss from his lips. Must have been so uncomfortable for him. At least I could help with that now and I was more than happy to until he covered my hand with his own. “I’m gonna take a rain check on that.” I pouted, still running my fingers over him the best I could, just to catch the hitch in his breath when I disobeyed him. “Don’t be sad, I just wanna be inside you, princess.” I pressed a gentle kiss to the tip of his nose, hand retreating away from him, letting him know I’d complete his request.
“Just give me a minute.” He stared at me frustratedly, sexually more than anything else. I leant back over to the passenger seat, struggling just as much as I had the first time. “What the fuck are you doing?” He was so tightly wound, he could barely believe I was going to fiddle around a time like this, when time was very much of the essence for him. He gripped my hips to stabilise me, stopping me from toppling over, even though it was killing him to help me out when I hadn’t yet had the courtesy to do the same to him. I ignored his sighs as I shifted over his lap, almost sorry for the torture it must have been for him, but not quite enough to stop myself from doing it again, blissfully ignoring how evil that was. “Y/n.” He warned. Although I’d have loved to face a punishment from him, I decided to leave that for another occasion.
I reached into the front pocket of my bag, grabbing one of the foil packets I’d slipped in there that morning. It’s not that I expected sex necessarily, I just heavily manifested and prayed to whatever God there was that I’d be granted the fucking pleasure of it. Ashton snatched the packet from my hand, visibly amused despite his neediness for release. “Thought you said there was nothing for me to worry about?” He toyed. “Well, there isn’t, unless you consider getting lucky something to be concerned by.” He feigned offence. “What is it with these filthy terms of yours, romping and getting lucky, I should wash your mouth out with soap.” I rolled my eyes, snatching the packet from him, tearing it open before rolling it over his throbbing cock. “You’ll have to do that later, I’m a little preoccupied at the minute.”
I didn’t give him a warning between rolling on the condom and sinking down onto his length. I just took the initiative and filled myself without his permission and judging by the way he bucked his hips into me, I’d say I’d done the perfect thing for him. His head had tilted back already, and I couldn’t help but notice how pale his neck was looking, someone should really do something about that. I guess I had to take one for the team in this instant. I covered the column of his throat with open mouthed kisses before tugging on sections with a sharp graze of my teeth, just to test his limits more than anything else. Judging by the way he starting forcing his hips upwards to meet mine, I’d say he had a little thing for pain, and maybe just the tiniest little sweet spot at the base of his neck. He seemed to whine the loudest when I gave it attention, I’d have to make several mental notes about that.
“Keep doing that and I’m gonna finish right here, do you want that?” I pulled back to look him in the eyes, he was almost pleading with me to keep going, despite the tone of his words, who was I to deny him? “I really, really do.” I wanted it more than anything in fact. I’d almost wished that there was no barrier between us, that he could paint my insides as he pleased, filling me up and making me his own for no one else to touch, without the rubber in the way. But we had time to do that, we had endless amounts of time to explore every possibility presented to us. For now, I just focused on his cries, his pleading with me, how he was coming undone for me, he was so fucking beautiful like this, depending on my every move.
He kissed me to hide his moans, murmuring into my mouth as if it pained him how well I was riding him. “So good, so fucking tight around me.” I hummed into his lips, my hands finding their way into his hair, caressing him, comforting and coaxing him towards the finish line. There was suddenly this amplified passion between us, not a sexually charged one necessarily, something just as needy maybe but sweeter than that, something more honest. I’d thought I needed him before, but I was severely mistaken, because now, now I really needed him, and I wasn’t sure I’d ever needed anyone quite as badly as this. I wanted to breathe him in like a vapour. I didn’t want to separate from him at all. I wanted this closeness; I needed this closeness. I couldn’t explain it, I felt like I was exactly where I’d needed to be, like the stars had finally fucking aligned and placed me perfectly here with him.
I hadn’t realised how close I was to another orgasm of my own, so tangled in my own thoughts and my wanting for him to fall apart. “Just like that baby.” He continued cupping my face in his hands, instantly recognising that I was losing myself just as he was. “Oh Ash.” I fluttered around him, crashing down without much of a warning, a tidal wave washing over me. He bit down harshly on my bottom lip, no doubt hard enough to draw blood, I could even taste the distinct metallic flavouring of it, somehow it had turned me on more even more.
Ashton weakly cried out as his hips stilled inside of me, chest heaving, core tightening, he was spilling inside me, eyes sealing shut, mouth gaping open. I was gobsmacked at how gorgeous he was when he came. I had been so severely robbed of the sight last night. I could watch this over and over again, a wet fucking dream. I pushed his hair away from his forehead, giving myself a better look at him. The curses dropping from his lips, the beads of sweat gliding down his face, the glistening and glow of him both naturally and because of the state I’d left him in as he crumbled. I couldn’t get enough, I couldn’t stop staring, I wanted to memorise every single feature of his, every scar, freckle, dimple, any piece of him, I wanted it all I wanted to know it all. I was bewildered. He’d struck me dumb. I couldn’t even breathe.
“You’re amazing.” I felt the fluttering of butterflies in my stomach as he’d spoken, still unable to speak myself but appreciating the sincerity of his words with every piece of my heart. It was puzzling to me how little I’d thought of anything else but him, we’d just fucked in a carpark, in the middle of the god damn day and all I can think about is how much I love just looking at him, ogling at him like he was an art installation. I can’t believe we’d just done this and yet I could easily picture doing it again. I could visualise myself loving him and somehow that realisation hadn’t scared me as much as it ought to, especially after everything I’d been through, he’d healed me in every sense of the word.
He stopped my train of thought, pecking my lips over and over, attacking them with affection, enough to make me swat him and push him away. “Enough, enough.” He had the largest smile upon his face. “Let me savour you just a little bit longer.” I bought a finger up to trace over his bottom lip while my eyes met his. “I’m right here,” and I was, I was so very in the present with him. His smile didn’t falter for a second, he placed a kiss over my fingertip before grabbing my wrist, to place kissed all across my hand. I tried to shake away from his grip, but he was adamant to finish his assault before letting me go. “Alright.” He pulled away, grinning up at me, wrapping his arms around my waist, returning to his playful self. I blame the caffeine, there was no other explanation for his faster than light ability to regain composure after cumming like that.
“Alright, where does it hurt?” He took the time himself, to explore the features on my face while he patiently waited for an answer. I didn’t quite understand it, the question had baffled me at first, was I ever hurt? I’d forgotten what he was talking about. He really had fucked me senseless. It took an embarrassing amount of time to regain the memory of him asking me this before. I could safely say, that in this moment, this precious and tiny moment in his arms, “It doesn’t hurt anymore.” It felt like it never had. How magical was that?
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Room of memories part 3
Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader
TW: Angst
Part 1
Part 2
Masterlist
(I did all the pictures myself, sorry if it’s not that good, I’m still learning)
Wayne’s POV
Everyday, it was the same. And today wasn’t an exception. He came home exhausted after his night shift, carefully made his way to Eddie’s door and knocked, then went to the kitchen to prepare their breakfast before going to bed for the rest of the day. He prepared eggs and bacon, his nephew’s favorite and would place the food in order to make a smiling face with it. It was nothing but it always made Eddie’s eyes shine as if he was five again. Wayne hummed one of the Metallica songs he often heard while cooking. As usual, Eddie was struggling to get out of bed. But he was sure that the bacon’s smell would decide him to get up. He took the plates and put the food on them. Still no Eddie.’This kid is a real heavy sleeper’ he thought, a little smile on his lips. He left the kitchen to open his bedroom door. He slipped his head by the ajared door and called him but when his name left his mouth, realization struck him hard. Eddie’s not here anymore.His heart broke again. He suddenly remembered when Y/N and that Henderson boy told him about Eddie’s death.Exhaustion was so heavy that it made him forget that something bad happened to his nephew and his emotions were harder to handle at those moments. So he ended up in tears at that moment. He threw the breakfast away, lit a cigarette and collapsed on the couch. He fell asleep for a few hours.
He woke up a few hours later. He stayed on the couch, doing nothing but thinking.He remembered that for a few weeks, he had weird problems with electricity. He already paid his electricity bills and even checked the circuit breaker to make sure but nothing seemed wrong. Lightbulbs flickering here and there, sometimes together, sometimes one after the others as if it followed someone’s path.Even though he was more the rational kind, he tried to convince himself really hard that maybe it was Eddie. He knew it was ridiculous, but it was all he had. When it stopped after Y/N’s visit, it broke him even more. He tried to console himself telling that Eddie was responsible for thoses electricity problems and maybe he found peace after his uncle's conversation with Y/N. So he tried again to remind himself of all the good memories he had with Eddie like Y/N suggerated. It helped a lot but it wasn’t enough. What hurted him the most was the fact that the police still looked for him even though he was dead. ‘Until we see a body, he’s still wanted’ those assholes dared to say. He didn’t care about people being mean to him but all the hate they seemed to have for his nephew was unbearable. It wasn’t normal to have to stay a whole night in a graveyard to make sure that no one degraded Eddie’s grave. He still had vivid memories of his funeral, just him, Y/N, Dustin and a few of Eddie’s friends. All of them above an empty coffin and people around throwing dirty looks from that Cunningham girl’s grave. Y/N almost threw a fight when one approached to tell them that it was a shame that a criminal like him got to have a proper funeral and worse, in the same cemetery as his victim. He was more calm than her but scared that his patience suddenly ran thin. So he tried to avoid going outside except for work, groceries and visits to the cemetery.
That evening, he had to run some errands before going to the graveyard. He grabbed his keys and got to his car. At the moment he started the engine, he was surprised when one of Eddie’s songs began. He took one a few weeks ago because he missed it somehow but almost forgot about it. The whole drive felt weird without Eddie playing the air guitar, singing all the lyrics or just talking about his next campaign but he had to get used to it. He parked his car, got out and took a cart. He could feel dirty looks burning his back but he didn’t react and entered the store. Everything was fine until he saw a mope of wavy brown hair and a black jacket behind an aisle. His heart almost jumped out of his chest. For a few minutes, it was like nothing ever happened, as if Eddie was just here rummaging on whatever this shelf contained. He was about to call for him but the person turned around and it was just a random boy. It wasn’t the first time that he thought of seeing Eddie from afar but the pain was always excruciating. He wanted to run away from the store and lock himself in his car but he resisted, closed his eyes to hold his tears and kept going. He didn’t notice that he gripped the cart so hard that his joints turned white, to the point it hurts. But nothing could hurt more than what he saw. His grip loosened a bit and he rubbed his eyes with the back of his hands. He slowly walked away, his eyes fixated on a point in front of him. He continued his shopping as best as he could, trying to avoid people around. Without thinking, he arrived in the cereal aisle and when he found the specific brand, held out his hand. He suddenly refrained himself from touching a Honeycomb box. ‘Eddie’s not here, he won’t eat it.’ he told himself. He still thought about things Eddie would like to eat, he couldn’t help it. He breathed deeply and he finally headed to the household chemicals to get the ones he needed for the grave. These were the only things he still bought for Eddie from now on, even though he sometimes bought some music magazines too. He never bothered to buy flowers anymore, he knew that it would be stolen or destroyed anyway.Once he was done, he checked out and practically ran to his car. Since nothing needed to get in the fridge right away, he immediately headed to the cemetery. He was sadly used to this drive.
Eddie’s POV
The whole flight was a blurry mess. His entire form was shaking with each loud sob escaping his trembling lips. All his strength was abandoning him with each passing second. His last words, her teary eyes and her loud screams of pure emotional agony were playing endlessly in his mind. She was probably wondering what she did wrong even though it was all his fault. He really messed up, big time. He lost his first friend, his first love and his whole future at the same time. He lost her forever.He stopped in mid air, as if his breath stopped again. He desperately wanted to go back to her. It took everything in him to not fly back to her window, apologize profusely to her and kiss her. Now, he had to live with it. He wiped his eyes with his sleeve, got his hair out of the way and tried to control his emotions. When he approached the house he was hiding in, he wanted to crash himself so badly but knew that it wouldn’t change a thing.
At the moment he landed on the threshold of Reefer’s house, he fell on the floor, unable to stand anymore. A million thoughts ran in his head, all the ways he could have handled this situation with Y/N. All the things he wanted to say to her. How his last moments with her could have been better. He could have taken her in his arms and whispered sweet words in her ear while stroking her hair then telling her that it was better that way. Or simply kissing her, telling her how much she meant to him and that she deserved a normal life away from the dramas. In every scenario, tears would have been shed, it was inevitable. But maybe their last encounter would have been a little less painful. He felt the empty space in his pocket and remembered about the ring. He had so many plans with her. He always imagined how she’d react to his proposal just after graduation, her surprised face, probably giggling at something stupid he said due to his nervousness, kissing him, maybe crying a little. All their friends cheering around them. Her walking down the aisle, absolutely gorgeous in her wedding dress. Some tears on his eyes at her sight. Corroded Coffin playing Y/N’s song. Dustin as the ring bearer, more than probably dressed as a hobbit. Them running the hell out of the church and Hawkins, on the road up to their next adventure with ‘I Was Made For Lovin’ You’ blasting through the windows. A future that’ll never be. The way he talked about his proposal, as coldly as he could and how he left the ring on her desk, he couldn’t live with himself after that. But he knew that it would be worse if he hadn’t and that it was cruel to let her imagine their future together. He didn’t know who it hurted the most. His emotions were all over the place. He tried so hard to convince himself that it was the only way. He managed to slowly pick himself up off the floor and with a trembling hand, he opened the house’s door. When he stepped in, he felt that it was freezing cold in here, almost as cold as him. He took a look around and could almost see Y/N in each room of the first floor, a faded memory of his life. He was chasing a memory. Maybe Y/N went through the same situation ? He roamed aimlessly like a ghost in Reefer’s house, restless and devastated, torturing himself again and again over something he couldn’t undo .He finally made his way to the living room and he slouched on the couch , frantically running his fingers in his hair and rubbing his face roughly. He hated himself more than he could have imagined
. In a sudden fit of rage, he began to trash the whole room. He couldn’t think straight, he was completely blinded by his anger. He threw the said couch across the room and broke the coffee table with his fist. He threw his arm on the fireplace mantel, breaking all the trinkets and the framed pictures, then grabbed the tv and broke the nearest window with it. He tore the curtains apart and punched the walls with all his strength, causing huge holes in them and his knuckles were sore and bleeding, but he didn’t care. Soon, the room was completely destroyed. He tried to catch his ragged breath for a few minutes, resting his hands on his knees. When he calmed down, his thoughts less and less clouded by anger, his eyes grew wide and he got scared by the carnage he did .He lost his balance and fell on the floor, his back against a wall that barely stood. He looked at his hands as if they belonged to someone else. The blood had dried and all the swelling had disappeared .He really became a monster unable to control himself and his strength and that’s exactly why he needed to stay away from her. What terrified him the most was the realization that he became just like his father. Now their resemblance wasn’t just physical. Even though he was sure that this kind of action would convince her that she should forget about him, he was glad that she wasn’t there to witness it because she would probably have been a victim of his violence too. He had a sudden vision of her body completely destroyed, in a worse state than Chrissy’s that fateful night and him above her, her blood dripping from his mouth. He closed his eyes and shivered at this thought. He tried his hardest to not cry again. He felt this new kind of guilt again, the guilt about dying but being undead at the same time. Of course, it wasn’t his fault, he didn’t choose it but he couldn’t help it. That night, he curled up against the wall, hidden under his wings and cried himself to sleep. As usual, he dreamed about his life with Y/N and a bit of his uncle. In the morning, he slowly woke up and rubbed his eyes. What he saw before him woke him faster. The room was worse in the daylight. But the worst came when he remembered the events of the previous night.
He seriously couldn't believe he ‘broke up’ with Y/N. If anything, he always feared that she’d be the one doing it. While he tried to clean the mess he did, he thought about everything again and again and knew that this sacrifice was the ultimate gift, the gift of a normal life.By the time he fixed-ish the furniture he broke, he thought about all the possibilities Y/N had without him in the picture and it finally made him feel a little bit better somehow. She had a chance to get away from here and live the life of her dreams and it was enough to make him happy. He made peace with it, not like he had a choice anyway. Now, he had to find a way to get back to the Upside Down. But how ? He racked his brain to find a solution.He knew he couldn’t use the one in the trailer anymore. He thought about the others but maybe the one at the bottom of Lovers Lake would do the trick ? It was his only chance, he knew it. He didn’t know what would happen once he stepped back into this hellish dimension and didn’t want to think about it but he had to do it.Now he was alone and it drove him crazy but he had to get used to it. The last time he came there, he wasn’t alone. He was with his friends. He was with Y/N. He almost felt invincible by her side. He learned the hard way that it was just a feeling. But at least he did something right and he did it again. He couldn’t say goodbye to his friends or his uncle and couldn’t find Y/N again. The only thing left to do was to pay a visit to the graveyard.
Y/N POV
Your eyes were completely dry and sore after all this. No tears left. You were on the floor, your knees pressed against your chest, your back against the wall.You looked at that damn ring the whole night, making it twirl between your fingers. The rising sun appeared on the sky, it gave the mood stone gorgeous colors. It was supposed to be your goddamn engagement ring. You could imagine graduation day with Eddie getting clumsily on one knee, his cap falling on his eyes, talking absolute gibberish out of nervousness, accidentally dropping the ring and frantically looking for it in the grass. Once he found it, stuttering a few words about ‘how an hon….honor it would be for me if you accepted to..to become my waffle..m..my wife sorry, super nervous’. You’d jump in his arms and kiss him, all your friends around. Then the wedding. Eddie, handsome as usual with tamed hair and stupid grin on his face, his uncle next to him. Corroded Coffin playing your song in the church and a very disapproving looking priest. The moment you’d both say yes and just run out of town to your next adventure as husband and wife. Eddie and Y/N Munson. You hugged your knees. You wanted it to become real but life decided otherwise. You couldn’t let him go back to this dimension. He deserved the world, the very best and if it had to be the two of you against the world then it would be so. You had to find him. When you thought about that night, you didn’t know what was the coldest about him at that moment, his hands or his words ? Even though what he did still hurt, you knew that it wasn’t sincere. You knew he did it to protect you. The simple fact that he wanted to go back there was unbearable, you knew you had to do something. You racked your brain to remember where the last gate was.The only gate must be in Lovers Lake. A sudden surge of motivation made you jump out of your position and you ran to get your clothes. He would probably do this that night so you had the whole day to find him and try to convince him that there was another way. There was no time to waste.You put on an Hellfire Club t-shirt, your pair of jeans Eddie loves so much, your combat boots and Eddie’s jacket.
You grabbed your bag and were about to run out of your room when you stepped back to take the box and the ring with you. You walked so fast that you almost fell on the stairs. Once you were downstairs, you approached the door to take your car keys. A loud knock made you jump out of your skin. ‘Come on, open Y/N. It’s us, Dustin, Steve and Robin.’ It was Dustin’s voice. You decided to stay silent and tried to discreetly walk to the other door that led to the yard. `We heard you on the stairs and we can see you from that window. Please open the door, we’re really concerned about you’, said Robin. You turned your head to see her face pressed to the said window. You sighed loudly, your shoulders falling in defeat. You knew they wouldn’t give up that easily. You sometimes didn’t know if friends like them were a curse or a blessing. You walked to the door and unlocked it, inviting them inside. Before any other words were exchanged, Robin took you in her arms. You were at first a bit stiff but soon melted and hugged her back. By this time, Dustin and Steve entered and waved at you. She then released you and looked at you, detailing your outfit, a sad smile on her lips and understanding look on her eyes. It was soon Dustin’s turn to take you in his arms. You both shared that terrible memory, knowing exactly how you felt inside,he hugged you harder than Robin. Then Steve hugged you too. You led them to the living room, where they took a seat. ‘So, do you want something to drink ?’ you asked, trying to escape the room. Robin looked at you deadpanned. ‘You really think we don’t know that you try to escape us ? Come on, it's been almost a month since we last saw you. At first, I thought it was a part of your mourning process but seriously, you can’t keep going like this, it’s unhealthy.’ You fell on a nearby armchair and began to mess a bit with your hair, a bad habit you had when you were nervous.There was a silence for a brief moment, then you heard Dustin clearing his throat. ‘Robin’s right. We all miss him but we also miss you. We all thought that you felt a bit better. You seemed almost happy when we wrote the rest of the game. Maybe the last campaign upsetted you ? You cried so hard that night’ He took your hand. ‘No, it’s okay. I just needed time alone after this. Plus, his last campaign was the best he ever wrote.’ You couldn’t help the small crack of your voice. Robin, noticing the tears that threatened to fall from your eyes, grabbed a tissue and handed it to you. You gladly took it, whispered a small thank you and wiped your eyes. ‘If you want, Steve can pick us up and we’ll go wherever you want. We can even go to the cinema.’ Steve nodded his head and began to talk about the things you could do but you couldn’t here what he was saying.The last time you went to the cinema came back to your memory
It was a Friday night, Eddie exceptionally canceled a campaign to take you to the cinema. You were both seated next to each other in the dark room while The Black Cauldron was projected on the screen. You were completely alone, apparently the movie wasn’t quite a success. But since it was about a fantasy world, you knew Eddie would like it. He was so into the movie that you couldn’t help but giggle a bit. His eyes gleamed at each scene, you loved seeing him like this. You remembered that at the end of the movie, you both were sobbing messes and you ended the night in his room, curled up again one another.
‘Hey ! Y/N, are you there ?’ You noticed Steve’s hand wavering before your eyes, bringing back to reality. ‘Sorry, it’s just that the last time I set foot in the cinema, I was with Eddie and…’ ‘You don’t need to finish your sentence, Y/N. It’s okay. Just know that we’ll always be there for you and that we can do whatever you want. We just want you to get better.’ You breathed deeply and decided to change the subject. You talked for a bit more, asking how Suzie, Nancy and Vickie were, what were their plans for the summer break, etc… It was now late afternoon. You loved them but when they decided to leave, you were relieved. Once you were alone, you breathed and took your keys. You wasted enough time, you had to hurry. You had to drive to the Reefer’s house first.
During the ride, you thought about how you missed your friends too but even in a crowd, you knew that you would feel alone. You also thought about what you would say to Eddie to make him stay. You knew it would be difficult but it was maybe your only chance. By the time you arrived at the house,the night had fallen. The first thing you noticed was the broken windows. What happened here ? You gently knocked on the door. No one answered. You decided to try to open it. It wasn’t even locked. What you saw inside was outstanding. The walls were littered with holes, the couch was broken just like the tv and some other trinkets. The curtains weren’t there anymore and the coffee table was destroyed. You suddenly feared that someone broke in and hurted Eddie. ‘Eddie !’ You screamed frantically, scared that something happened to him. You looked for him everywhere in the house. He wasn’t there. You really feared the worst. You had to go to Lovers Lake as fast as you could.
Eddie’s POV
Once the night fell, he flew to the graveyard. This place was even more eerie and silent by night. Despite this silence, he still could hear all the animals around but focused more on the thing he was looking for. It didn’t stop him from jumping in surprise when a stray black cat with striking green eyes meowed at him. He always had a soft spot for animals. So he smiled fondly and gently held out his hand and stroked the cat’s ears.The cat didn’t seem afraid of him and purred in delight at the contact of his hand. They stayed a few minutes like this but they soon had to part so Eddie could find what he was looking for in the first place. ‘Sorry buddy, gotta go.’ He said with a last scratch under the cat’s chin. Every twig creaked under his feet at each step, making a terrible noise. He looked at every grave on his path. He grew frustrated. He moved his fingers to distract himself from his thoughts. He really wanted to find it. He needed to find it. He knew it would drive him insane if he didn’t. He already messed up once, he wouldn’t stand a second time. Then he saw it from afar after a few minutes of thorough looking. It was a simple grave, alone under a tree. The picture was pretty sad. It made him sad. So he approached carefully to not trouble the melancholic silence of this corner. There it was. Chrissy’s grave.
He sat on the ground, trying to find the courage to say something. He breathed one more time and he finally stood up, way too nervous to stay seated, began to pace around and talked. ‘Hey Chrissy ! How…How you doing ? Well not that good but it’s more of a …Nevermind.I’m really sorry for that night in the trailer. I really wished I'd done something to help you, to save you. But karma bit me in the ass for that.I also hope that you heard my performance the last time. It was for you. We made that son a bitch pay. And…’ He was interrupted by loud laughters at the opposite corner of the graveyard. He carefully made his way toward the source of it and he stopped dead in track. He recognized some of his bullies. They were vandalizing a grave and seemed really proud of themselves. Eddie felt his anger rising in him but he tried to control himself as best as he could. He didn’t want to be a real murderer. He dug his nails in his palms to keep control of his emotions, he breathed deeply. He closed his eyes and thought about Y/N to calm himself down a bit. About her fingers running in his hair, her gentle look, her small smile after a sassy comment. It was working. At each wave of anger, he added another detail of her in his mind, the way she laughed at a stupid joke, her perfume, the taste of toothpaste on her lips for their goodnight kiss .Once she invaded all his senses, he felt the anger washing away from him. He slowly opened his eyes and saw that they weren’t there anymore. Weirdly, his instinct told him to go and see for himself the vandalized grave. He didn’t want to but before he could think of anything, his feet began to move as if they had a mind of their own. So he relanctly walked to his destination. When he arrived, he was speechless and him being speechless was a rare occurrence. Sure he had imagination but he never thought that he would ever see such a thing.
He didn’t know he was holding his breath until a gasp escaped his mouth. It was his grave. His own freaking grave ! And it was covered with graffitis. He didn’t really care about it but knew it might hurt his loved ones to see it like this. He mostly felt weird. ‘So, now I understand the saying “You’ll be late for your own funeral” but it’s quite literal here’ He said with a small chuckle, trying to lighten the situation and calm the wave of dizziness that overtook him suddenly. He tried to steady himself by putting his hand on the cold marble and breathed slowly. Thoughts were running fast in his mind. He suddenly realized that he had a real funeral. It hitted him like a ton of bricks. It was weird to imagine his loved ones crying over him, mourning him. To feel a little better, he tried to imagine how sexy Y/N was, rocking the little black dress. But then he imagined her broken expression and couldn’t keep his train of thoughts.
Wayne’s POV
Once he arrived, he took all the material he needed from the trunk of his car, pushed the creaking gate and tried to find Eddie’s grave. He was almost used to the utter silence he was in since his death so cemetery’s atmosphere didn’t bother him.If only he could have talked to him one last time, to tell him how much he loved him, how proud he was of him, that he knew that he wasn’t a murderer. That’s why he often ended up talking to his grave while cleaning it, as if it was a phone to the afterlife. He always felt stupid afterwards, but it helped him a lot. He often told it how his day was, what happened lately and sometimes read it some music magazine that talked about his favorite groups with the light of a flashlight. That’s how he spent some of his nights when he wasn’t at work. When he was a few meters away from Eddie’s tomb, he saw one of them. The assholes who always degraded his nephew’s grave. He felt the anger boiling in him and he screamed at the top of his lungs. He was too tired to even try catching him but the next time, he’ll make them pay. There was graffiti everywhere.Utter sadness replaced his previous anger. ‘They’ll never let him rest in peace. They’ll never let him…’ He whispered to himself, his voice wavering. He bended his knees and began to wash it without any other word said, his sobs the only sound in the night.
Eddie’s POV
Before he could completely recover, he heard someone approaching and he decided to run away. ‘Yeah you better run asshole ! If I catch you, you’re dead ! You heard me ?! Dead !’ He almost fell when he heard this voice. It was his uncle’s voice. It brought tears to his eyes. He fought himself to not run to him and hug him as hard as he could. He kept running and hid behind a tiny mausoleum. He could see him from where he was. He seemed thinner and really tired. He saw him bending his knees and grabbing a sponge to plunge it in a bucket. He was scrubbing his grave and sometimes wiping his nose with his sleeve. He heard him sniff and he knew it was his cue to leave.Seeing his uncle like this broke him badly. He thought of how tired he looked. Did he spend most of his nights like this ? He felt unworthy of such an effort from his uncle. His heart shattered again but now he had to go to the last gate. He turned his head one last time and whispered 'I love you uncle Wayne'. And he flew away.
The whole flight was tiring with all his poisoned thoughts draining his energy. He may have gained powers but at the moment his only superpower was to hurt people he loved then beating himself up over it. Sounds masochist, right ? He rubbed his cold hands on his even colder cheeks to wipe eventual tears. With the heaviness of his heart and thoughts, he felt like he had the weight of the world on his shoulders, almost making him take a nosedive. Soon, it would be in the past and it helped him a bit to process. Maybe he’d try to let his new nature take control over him to help him forget what he lost ? He knew deep down that it was hopeless, that he’d fight himself to not become a monster but felt that it was way too late for that. He kept torturing himself then he saw her. Impossible, he was really desperate. His own mind messed with him mercilessly but she seemed real, even through his blurred vision. When he finally landed near Lovers Lake, he wanted to approach this mirage as carefully as he could, afraid to make it disappear. All the thoughts he had in mind vanished, leaving him speechless. He wanted to touch her but feared that she’d dissipate away like mist. Maybe he was slowly changing his mind, maybe it was a sign. His lips quivered a bit as he whispered ‘Y/N ?’. The mirage lifted her head and looked at him.
A/N: I’m working on a part 4
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Laskey x Chyler, 18 or 20
(Send me two characters romantic or platonic and I'll write a little fic)
I seem to be taking my own sweet time answering these, haha.
@mrtobenamedlater this is very much taken from us!
18. "Here, drink this. You'll feel better."
“Here, drink this. You’ll feel better.”
Tom slid his hand just far enough down his face to see his wife standing in front of him holding a tumbler of scotch.
“Come on,” Chyler prompted.
Tom puffed a sigh and took the proffered glass. “Thanks,” he said tonelessly. He took a sip from his glass without really tasting anything.
Chyler sat on the couch next to him. Tom’s disinterest morphed into dull curiosity as his peripheral vision caught her pouring a second tumbler. “What are you doing?”
“What’s it look like I’m doing?”
Tom squinted at her. Chyler rarely touched alcohol, and certainly never hard liquor. “You hate scotch.”
“You know what I hate more?” Chyler screwed the cap back on the bottle. “Your moping.”
“I do not mope,” Tom grumbled.
Chyler scoffed. “Yes, you do.”
“I do not!” Tom protested.
“Exactly what would you call this, then?”
“Thinking.”
“A fine example of a distinction without a difference.” Chyler tucked a leg under herself and sat back. “You are moping, Thomas James Lasky, and I’m not putting up with it sober.”
Tom let the conversation drop. He’d been on the losing end of enough arguments for one day. He took another drink. At least she got the good stuff.
He held the scotch on his tongue for a moment and frowned. Chyler had gotten the really good stuff. Tom looked through the glass at the bottle on the coffee table.
“Hey. Wait a second.” Tom grabbed the bottle and noticed the telltale blue tint. “Johnnie Walker Blue Label?”
Chyler paused mid-sip. “Yes…?”
“Honey, do you know how expensive Blue Label is?”
Chyler swallowed. “No?” She lowered her glass to her lap. “It’s good.”
“It should be!”
“I didn’t know,” Chyler said apologetically.
Tom squeezed her hand. “You didn’t do anything wrong. I was just a little surprised.” He made himself smile at her. “Impressively good choice from she who never touches liquor.”
“So how much is Blue Label?” Chyler asked.
“A lot.”
“Didn’t you buy it?”
“Actually, no.” Tom’s lips twitched into a small smile. “Parangosky gave it to me when I got assigned here.” He took a swig. “Guess it pays to be ONI’s head spook.”
“Parangosky?”
“Yup.” Tom gazed at the amber liquid. “She said I’d need it.”
“You didn’t go through it the first week?”
“Del Rio wasn’t all bad, Chy,” Tom said.
“Hm.” Chyler leaned onto his arm. “Well, Parangosky might have been an old battle-axe and a war criminal," she squeezed his hand, "but she sure did know the good stuff when she saw it.”
Tom’s breath hitched at Chyler’s double meaning. “Thanks, hon.”
Chyler sipped her drink again. “Oh, I really like this, Tom.”
“All right then, there’s not much left.” Tom grabbed the bottle. “Help me kill it.” He refilled Chyler’s tumbler. “Just go slow, or it’s gonna kill you.”
“Noted,” Chyler laughed softly.
Tom shifted on the couch to look at her. “You know, I think Parangosky and I are more alike than I knew.”
“I knew it; you've been a closet war criminal all these years.”
Tom wrapped his arm around his wife and kissed her forehead. “I know the good stuff when I see it, too.”
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Only a short one today because I’m lowkey a little ill (idk with what all I know is it’s not c*vid but I am gross and snotty) and so very tired, but I’m still cranking these out because I’m enjoying writing them, and tbh it’s all I’ve got time for this week so I hope you’re enjoying them!!! 🥰💖
DAY TEN: GHOST
Beca sat crossed long on the end of the bed in the same way she did every night, watching Chloe get ready for bed. They’d had the same routine for the last ten years, Beca would change whilst Chloe put their kids to bed, and then Beca would sit and watch her beautiful wife strip down all the barriers that she put up for other people until she was simply the Chloe Beale that Beca had fallen in love with, the Chloe that only she got to see.
“Lucas won his Little League game today.” Chloe smiled softly as she took the earrings from her ears, “You should have seen his face light up when he realised he’d hit a home run Becs...”
“I wish I’d been there!” Beca beamed, “My little man, a rising baseball star... his grandpa would be so proud.”
“He’s dead set on becoming a professional baseball player...” Chloe giggled as she shook her head a little, pulling a makeup wipe from the packet as she began to clean her face, “But then again last month he was really into planes and wanted to become an airline pilot so... who knows.”
“He’s eight Chloe, let him dream...” Beca rolled her eyes a little, still looking at her wife with nothing but adoration and affection, “He can be anything he wants to be.”
“Lexi’s still upset about that whole mess with Adam, she’s been moping around the house all week...” Chloe sighed softly, “I hate seeing her so upset, she’s only fourteen, she shouldn’t be feeling like this so early in her life.”
“I’m going to wring that kids neck if I ever get my hands on him...” Beca growled softly, “I’ll show him what he gets for cheating on my daughter.”
Chloe laughed softly, starting to undress as she shed the form fitting shirt and smart pants she wore to work, her blazer and heels long since gotten rid of when she had first gotten through the door.
“I know, I know, you’d kick his ass...” She mumbled, “At least you can, I’d get struck off quicker than you could blink for hitting a student, even if it’s what he deserves.”
“You can just fail him, hold him back a year so he can be with kids of the same maturity level.” Beca smirked a little, running her hand through her hair, “You always did prefer the kill them kindness approach anyway.”
Chloe sighed softly as she pulled in her sweatpants, climbing into the bed as Beca moved herself to lie next to her. There was no safer, more comforting place in the world than their bed, lay here like this next to each other after a long day.
“I miss you.” Chloe whispered, tears glittering in her eyes as she bit her lip, “I wish you were still here.”
“I am.” Beca swallowed against the lump in her throat, “I’m always here Chlo, I promise.”
Beca reached put to cup Chloe’s cheek like she always did, hoping beyond hope that this time would be different, but as always her fingers passed right through Chloe’s cheek, Beca’s heart breaking again. She just wanted to be able to touch Chloe again, to talk to her, to tell her that she was still here, right here where her family needed her the most.
“The kids are doing better, it’s been nearly eighteen months but they’re getting there... but me?” Chloe sniffed hard, her hand moving through Beca where her heart once lay in her chest, to rest on what used to be her side of the bed, “I put on a brave face for work, for Lexi and Lucas, for the Bellas but... it hurts as much as the day I got the call you were in that accident.”
“I’m sorry.” Beca bit her lip, “I’m so sorry Chloe... I hate that you’re in pain, that I can’t comfort you, that I’m right here and you don’t know it...”
“I love you.” Chloe sighed heavily, grabbing the pillow that still smelt vaguely like Beca and pulling it into her chest, “I love you so much Becs....”
“Momma?”
Chloe quickly wiped at the tears on her face as Lexi’s head appeared around the door, clearing her throat a little, “Hey Lexi, it’s late, what’s up?”
“I- I could hear you crying.” Lexi shrugged a little, “I can always hear you crying, hear you talking to her like she’s still here, but I just... I thought I’d see if there was something I could do. Maybe make you a cup of tea or something?”
“Lex...” Chloe’s voice broke a little as she sat up, “I’m sorry, I never wanted you to know.”
“I know.” Lexi smiled warmly, “But it’s okay that you still miss Mom y’know? Lucas and I do too, you don’t have to pretend to us.”
“When did you get so grown up?” Beca frowned a little, watching as Lexi crossed the bedroom and got into the bed next to Chloe, wrapping her now sobbing mother in a tight embrace.
“I’m sorry...” Chloe mumbled into her hair, “I want to be stronger than this for you, I’m your mom, I’m the only one you have left, I’m supposed to be filling that gap not putting more worry and pain on you.”
“Momma you’ve been so strong.” Lexi shook her head a little, “You barely shed a tear at her funeral because you were trying to keep it together for the two of us, you’ve been at every parent-teacher conference, every school play, every Little League game... you are running yourself into the ground trying to be everything Mom was, and all we need is for you to be yourself.”
“Yeah!” Lucas had joined them, woken by the strange noises in the night coming from his mom’s bedroom. He dived onto the bed, snuggling into Chloe’s arms as she stroked his head, fingers running through heartbreakingly familiar brunette hair, “We love you Momma. We just don’t want you to be sad and tired anymore...”
“I’m so lucky to have such amazing kids...” Chloe smiled sadly at them both as she managed to wrap them both in her arms, “Mom would be so proud of both of you.”
“I am.” Beca nodded, arms wrapped around herself as she stood at the foot of the bed, watching her family deal with their grief, “I’m so proud of all of you, I love you so much...”
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Can I have a twst matchup?
I’m a cis female, around 163 cms tall. I have a rather average figure, although I’d say I’m slightly curvier around the hips and waist. Appearances arent that important for me personally, and as such I don’t have a certain fashion style and usually just wear whatever I can—normally skinny jeans, strappy sandals, plaid button ups, and plain t shirts. I have mid back length black hair that always seems to be a little bit messy and dark brown eyes bordering on black, and I’m quite pale.
I’m not super outgoing and dont like to approach others on my own, but I’ll engage in conversation if someone talks to me first. I’m an INFP and can be sensitive to what others think about me.
I’m not above defending myself, both physically and verbally when needed, and while I don’t consider myself a violent person, I admit that I kind of get a thrill out of putting others in their place. The others being bullies, rude, or inappropriate people.
I have an obsessive personality at times—I can infodump on my favorite topics to anyone that’ll listen, and I’m super attached to things that interest me: ancient mythology, old literature, classical art, theater, medieval history to name a few. I have a thing for stuff considered vintage or old. This obsession extends to academics too, I tend to do extremely well in subjects I’m interested in with little effort, and fall behind in those I find boring. I don’t like sports that much, but do partake in horseback riding, fencing, and ice skating. Despite this I’m still rather klutzy.
I’m not the most physically affectionate person, and would prefer someone who likes intimacy behind closed doors. I prefer showing affection verbally through cute nicknames or words of affirmation, whereas the way to win me over would be buying me gifts I like or just good food.
Other things about me: I pride myself on being a good secret keeper and a good listener, but rarely talk about my own feelings to others. I try to be polite and personable, but I do lose my temper from time to time. Finally, I’m definitely more of a follower than a leader, but I’ll lead if no one else can or I’m forced to.
I will match you up with...
Riddle!!
This is also matchuped due to your personalities being almost exactly the same.Riddle is also a fan of cozy and classic things since this was the kind of aesthetic he grew up in. So it is pretty nostalgic for him. This also means he shares the same interest for academics and classic things as you which also means that you two will never run out of conversations.
-He understands if you hate PDA since he would most likely hate it too since he does get quite shy with women especially in public and he can't really deal with that kind of pressure.As for you being cis, he really doesn't mind and actually admires the fact that you did something about it rather than mope around about it.
-If you enjoy stuff like horse riding, you are in luck, he would probably recommend you to join him on the equestrian club where you both end up spending more time together.
-As long as you give Riddle some sort of affection(behind closed doors) and some sort of praise he will be a happy man. He also wants you to be happy too since he actually loves seeing you smile so he will always bring gifts to you some days a week so he is also looking out for your love language.
One issue would be your clumsiness, he does tend to lose temper quickly but when he gets used to it, he would probably just sigh or something. Plus, you are the reason why he starts to be extra careful with you and always bringing some band aids/bandages.
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