#i did this so late last night i'm almost ashamed of how this turned out

[brodieland]

.˚ 𓈒 ࣪.𝝑𝝔 Can we finally call a Truce? ´ˎ˗

Percy Jackson x Fem!Hades!Reader Synopsis: Even into college there prank wars continue, even after threats, what happens when Percy invites himself late at night offering a truce?? Warning(s): some swearing Word Count: 3425

╰➤ MASTERLIST pt1

Last night was your 19th birthday, so your friends Silena and Annabeth decided to throw you a surprise birthday party. And oh my gods, did you guys party. Everyone you knew, and some you didn't, were all here to celebrate you. Drinks were flowing and music was blasting until late hours, or early hours, of 2AM.

When you woke up, your head was pounding. You sat up in your bed, which you don't even remember getting back to, and picked up your phone to check the time.

[7:52] AM

Shit. Your first class of the day started at 8:15AM and you were across campus. With that you quickly got up and got ready so fast the flash would've felt ashamed. After you were done you grabbed your stuff and zoomed out the door, slamming it shut. Just hoping you didn't wake up your half-brother Nico, he's all about his sleep.

You were running so fast, you were pretty much winded. You were close to your class when you suddenly bumped into someone and absolutely ate shit.

"Oh my gods I'm so so-" that's when you turned up to see exactly who you bumped into. It was Percy. Percy Jackson. Gods he was so insufferable. Ever since you met him all the way back at camp, you guys never got along. You guys were always butting heads and never seeing eye to eye.

"Looks like someones still a little drunk from last night aren't they" he said with a smirk on his face. Oh how you wanted to smack it off his face.

"Your presence just taints the air, maybe take a shower? you smell like dead trout" you quickly spat back. At least while he annoyed you he helped you pick up your books. As you both finished picking up your books, he stood up and handed them to you.

"And you reek of tequila you alcoholic" he returned.

"Its pink Whitney" you shouted back as you sped walk away, giving him the finger without turning back.

[8:14] AM

You just barely made it in time. You'd been cramming for this test for about a week. So if you failed, you would've pinned your own picture to the wall and thrown darts at it yourself. One would say your a little dramatic, but you were totally fine with that.

After about an hour and a half, the bell rang and everyone went up to turn in their tests. When you walked out of class, you were greeted by one of your best friends, Annabeth. She was the brain to your stupid decisions, and by that you mean she stopped you from making them to often. She did her best, but sometimes you cannot be stopped.

"Hey Y/N, how do you think you did" Annabeth asked.

"I don't know, all I know is I'm running on no breakfast right now, you got time to for donuts with mee?" You dragged the last word as you flashed your brightest and goofiest smile toward Annabeth.

"Oh course I do" she said.

And you guys were off to the cafeteria, unlike camp, college doesn't have designated tabled for each godly parent, so you could sit with your friends from anywhere. Though you did have buildings for each godly parent, filled with dorms.

"Gods this donut is exactly what I needed after such a bad morning" you groaned.

"It's barely ten how is your morning already bad" Annabeth laughed.

"Had a little run in with Percy. And by run in, I mean I literally ran into him full force and ate shit in front of him, while he then preceded to call me an alcoholic" you seethed just thinking about the memory, and taking an angry bite out of your donut. Annabeth just smiled at your childish action.

"Y/N, it's been years and you guys still don't get along? Don't you think it's time to put this little childhood feud behind" she put air quotes around feud "and just move on" she questioned hopefully, already knowing the answer.

"Absolutely not, when a kid puts Nair in your shampoo and almost makes you go shiny bald, you don't just make up and become bffs" you scoffed, thinking about the memory.

"I'd agree with you, but he only did that because you put a snake in his bed" Annabeth recalled.

"And I only did that because he tripped me, ON PURPOSE, at the dining pavilion and everyone laughed" you stated with a matter-a-fact tone while swinging your finger in the air.

"Yeah, yeah, your pranks date back for years, at some point you gotta just learn to live" Annabeth took a bite of her frosted donut.

"HEY, since college there haven't been pranks, I've learned self restraint" you said (lied).

"Sure" she said "and what about slipping that death threat under his dorm room door because he got a better score than you by one singular point on a test" Annabeth quirked her eyebrow and smiled.

"It's not really a prank if I signed my name now is it" you smiled. "And how do we know it was a threat and not a future promise?"

You both laughed as you finished up your donuts and headed to your next class that you had together.

You guys took your seats next to each other when Percy walked in. Ugh, you forgot he was in this class. He took his assigned seat in front of you.

As the lecture went on you started getting bored. Then you realized you had an extra straw sitting by your bag. 'Where did this come from'. Now you had an idea. You grabbed a random piece of paper from your bag and started ripping little pieces, crumpled them up, and wet them a little with your spit. After making what you thought was enough, you started shoving them through the straw. You blew the straw and let a spit ball slam right in the back of Percy's fluffy hair.

He turned around and you quickly hid the straw under your arm and pretended to be paying attention to the lecture. He looked around confused and then turned back around to the board. Then you spit another one.

"Dude, what is that" Percy asked.

"What's what" you asked confused. Percy looked at you with a raised eyebrow before he turned back. That's when you shoot two out at once, causing him to whip back around. "Dude cut it out!"

You started giggling when you brought the straw back to your mouth and spit a third one into his eye, causing you to laugh harder. Then he grabbed his notebook and threw it at you. Now you've both caught the attention of the class, and sadly your teacher.

"Mr. Jackson and Ms. Y/L/N, really? Again? Make your way to the library" your math teacher said, Mr. Gabris said.

As you both walked out of class in shame, a walk of shame if you will, he muttered to you "this is all your fault by the way."

"Worth it" you muttered back. Chuckling to your self at the shot you made straight into his eye.

As you walked to the library you were a few steps in front of Percy, walking in an eerie silence.

"Why do you walk like a toddler taking their first steps" Percy asked from behind you. You stopped walking for a second, and turned over with a bamboozled look on your face.

'Hello??'

"Did you mean to say that aloud, you little leash kid" you answered. You both were now walking side by side, looking forward.

"It was a simple question from a simple observation, no need to get defensive" Percy chuckled.

"Simple thought for a simple man, can't think of anything worth more than half a brain cell, can you" you inquired, giving him a side eye as well as a side smile. Amused with yourself.

Percy looked back, clearly not as amused. "It's hard to think with your DNA in my eyeball, I think I contracted something from your spitball, or slutball if I may" Percy asked, pitching up his voice toward the end.

"Wow are you saying I get play, are you calling me desirable? I'm honored, I can't believe that the Percy Jackson calling me attractive" you let out a fake dramatic gasp as you spoke. You guys were now approaching the library door.

"You're impossible" Percy said as he rolled his eyes and opened the door for you to walk through.

"Thank you" You grinned as you walked through the door. You both went your separate ways and waited out till the bell rang. Ten minutes pass by, and now you're sitting by an area littered with bean bag chairs. You were plopped down on a pink one when someone plops down on the black one next to you. It was your half-brother Nico.

"Hey Nico, you in trouble too?" You whispered.

"No, it's my free period. What'd you do though" he asked, probably already guessing why, or who, got you here.

"I threw a spitball into Percy's eye and he threw his notebook at me" you stated. Making Nico roll his eyes.

"My gods, when will it end?" You never understood why people called you dramatic when Nico existed. "Why are you still fighting with him."

"His existence bothers me, it's not my problem he has a punchable face" you deadpanned.

"You'd rather kiss his face and you know it." What.

"I think I'd rather lick a cactus, actually no I WOULD rather lick a cactus" you said. On gods he didn't just say that to you.

"Fine, it was just a suggestion. I just thought that that would end the beef between you two" Nico shrugged.

"Never happening, but okay kid" you said. And finally, the bell rang and you were free of the library. Off to your next class, thankfully, Percy free.

When you already halfway there to your next class, you noticed you left your bag at the library. You don't know how you managed to do that but it wasn't the first time you did. After swinging back to the library you grab your bag and rush back to your class, thankfully you weren't late. You had a presentation to do this class, you had worked on it for almost three weeks so you were pretty confident with yourself

After some students go, it was your turn to go up with your folder of information. As you walked up you got ready to start when you noticed all your papers were wet. They were unreadable, all the ink was smudged and on the verge of ripping because of how wet they were. You crumpled them in anger knowing who did this.

"Excuse me, Ms. Y/L/N, does there seem to be an issue?" Your teacher asked.

"Yes, there is. I'm sorry about my project but it got ruined and I'll get it to you tomorrow. But I'll be right back" and without another word you stormed out of your class and went to go find that stupid Poseidon kid. This is the one time you were grateful to know what class he was in.

Finally the doors were in you view as you ran up and slammed them open, stunning the class to silence. "PERCY JACKSON" you yelled at the top of your lungs. You sped walked up to the front of Percy's desk.

That's when you lunged forward and grabbed Percy by the collar, pulling him about three inches from your face. "You completely ruined my project that I spent like three whole weeks on you dick, what the in the hades is your problem" you yelled.

"Saw you bag just sitting there, and just got the idea. I think your DNA is seeping in and clouding my judgement" Percy smiled. He was unfazed by your anger, expecting it. He was proud every time one of his pranks got under your skin, meaning it worked.

"Gods I want to kill you" you gritted through you teeth.

"With this distance, you look like you wanna kiss me" Percy teased. This guy.

"You" you let go and slammed your closed fists on the desk "FUCKING" you got louder "wish."

"Y/N Y/L/N, if you don't leave this class in the next ten seconds there will be consequences" the teacher said.

And with that you grabbed your folder that contained your water logged project and threw it at Percy. You then made your way to the exit without looking back. Everyone stared at you wide eyed, shocked at the scene that happened right in front of them. Not Percy though, he sat there proud with himself for getting you back, but also a little nervous for what you had in store for him next.

As you stepped out the classroom, you took a deep breathe trying to calm down as you went back to your class. Your teacher thankfully let you turn it in next class and let you take your seat for the rest of class. Finally it was time for lunch with your girls, Silena and Annabeth.

"You yelled at him like that in front of EVERYONE" Silena gaped. Annabeth rubbed her temples trying to look sensible when she too was suppressing a smile.

"I did, and I don't care. He deserved it, now I have to stay up all night redoing my shit" you said, stabbing your food with your fork.

"Let's watch our language shall we" Annabeth suggested. Causing you and Silena to playfully glare at her.

"Whatever, now I just need to think of what I'm gonna do to get him back" You said, taking a bite of your pasta. Yummy.

"What if you just didn't do anything" Annabeth said. You looked at her like she was stupid.

"Are you okay, what are you saying" you replied.

"I mean, we all know he's waiting for a prank. So what if it doesn't come, leaving him on constant edge" Annabeth elaborated. You thought about it.

"Hmm, maybe for a little, but messing with him makes me feel better" you smiled. Annabeth and Silena rolled their eyes at you.

"As a daughter of Aphrodite, I think a better use of you and Percy's time would be just you guys just making out" Silena said causing you to groan so loud Annabeth started laughing.

"My GODS, not you too" you exclaimed.

"What?! What do you mean 'you too'" Silena gawked.

"Nico said the same shit in the library, and I'll say my piece again. Not gonna happen" and with that you slurped down you last piece of pasta and slammed your fork in your plate. YUMMYYY.

"Me and him just know what's up. And what's up is another party at mines tonight" Silena grinned.

"Dam, another one" Annabeth said shocked.

"You bringing that up when you know I can't go is offensive" you rolled your eyes.

"Yeah as offensive as you and Percy always being all over each other, oh wait sorry, hating each other but spend every waking moment trying to get a reaction out of each other" Silena and Annabeth started cackling, throwing there heads down and slamming there arms on the table. Everyone who walked by was giving them weird looks while you just stared at them, straight faced.

"Yeah okay, I'm done with my classes today so I'm gonna go work on my project." And with that everyone said there goodbyes and you left to your dorm to work for hours.

[8:47] PM

You checked the time on your phone. You still had work to do, but it was hard to focus when all your friends were out partying. You sat back in your chair and stared at the roof. 'You and Percy are always all over each other.' She always had love on the brain. There's just no way that's how she can possibly see you and Percy like that when not a single thing that has ever come out of either of your mouths could ever even be considered a compliment. 'The line separating love and hate is very thin', that's something Silena always said. You thought she just likes being right, but you won't let her be.

'Knock, knock'

Who the hell could be here right now when there's a whole rager happening in another dorm. You got up and went to answer the door, not expecting to see who was standing in front of you.

"Percy?"

"Sorry for ruining your work" then he pulled out.. oh wow, a bottle of pink Whitney from behind him. "Truce? For now at least"

You thought about it. "Hmm, come in." You were skeptical, but who were you to refuse a free drink. You both walked in, directing him to your room. You sat on the floor leaning on your bed, and Percy sat in front of you leaning on your dresser. Percy handed you the bottle letting you have the first sip.

"So what brought you here to this quiet dorm when everyone else is out partying" you questioned Percy. You took a sip from the bottle having no reaction, Percy raised his eyebrow and smile.

'No reactions crazy by the way. Was I really right this morning" he laughed. You rolled your eyes recalling memories of this morning while handing him the bottle.

"Haha. Very funny. Seriously though, what's up" you asked. Percy took a sip, slightly scrunching his eyes at the taste, making you softly smirk.

"I can tell you only like this shit cause it's pink" you laughed knowing it's true. "Anyways." Percy paused. "I don't know, just wanted to have a break for a night and get wasted."

"Uh, huh, and may I repeat myself by saying there's a party happening right now" you said. "Aw, did you want to spend time with me" you joked. Percy kicked your foot, laughing.

"Yeah yeah in your dreams" Percy said while sliding you the bottle.

"Okay screw you too then" you took a swig from the drink. "Thought we were having a moment" you said with fake disappointment in your voice.

"I hate you" Percy said with amusement in his face.

"I hate you more" you said in the same tone, swinging back the drink.

The night went on like this for a few hours, going back and forth with Percy like this. Drinking more and more of the bottle until you were just under half. Both of you were so wasted you could barely form a thought.

'Knock, knock'

You were both confused as to why someone else would be knocking on not just your dorm door, but your room door. So, you checked your phone

[1:37] AM

"Shit" you whispered.

"Yo Y/N, it's Nico, I left my charger in there. I see your light on kid open up." You and Percy lock eyes, both of you knowing what people would thinking seeing the both of you drunk in a room at 1am. Despising hating that assumption, you still scramble to shove Percy in your closet before rushing to let Nico in.

"Hey Nico, come in" you tried your best at acting nonchalant.

"Hey Y/N.. are you drunk" Nico eyed you as he went to grab his charger.

"What no, what makes you sense that" you said trying to be normal, probably coming off as a freak.

"Maybe because you reek, and there's half a bottle of pink Whitney on the floor." You mentally faced palmed at his assessment. Nico walked up to the bottle after grabbing his charger to take it from you. "Yeah you definitely don't need more, night Y/N"

"Night Nico" You said as you shut the door. You walked back to the closet, opening it up and laughing as you made eye contact with Percy.

"It's probably time I go, isn't it" Percy said.

"Yeah, um, probably"

As Percy walked out the closet, you did your best not to make the joke, you walked him out to the common area and toward the main door. You opened it for him as he walked out.

"Night Y/N"

"Night Percy" and with that you shut the door. As you did you saw Nico walk out his dorm room.

"Who was that" Nico asked, making you slightly jump.

"Oh, uh, no one, wrong dorm" you lied. Nico eyed you suspiciously before going back to his room to sleep, while you did the same.

You were gonna have such a headache tomorrow.

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pt.2?😈

#percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson #percy jackson pjo #percy pjo #percy series #percy jackson x reader #percy jackson x y/n #percy jackson x you #annabeth chase #silena beauregard #silena pjo #annabeth pjo

[appleblueberry-pie]

Hello again, I hope you are having a good day. May I please request for Yandere Nanami wherein he miscalculates how long his business trip would be and he comes home to emotionally wrecked and hungry darling ( He locked them in the closest as a punishment prior) which leads to hurt comfort between the two

Nanami opened the front door and kicked off his shoes, sighing in disappointment at his timing and at how late at night he got back at. Traffic was terrible, his shoes weren't as comfortable as they were this morning, and he missed you terribly. He ran his fingers through his hair that no longer mattered now that he was indoors and put his suitcase out of sight.

He was going to call out that he was home, but reminded himself that he still had you cooped up in that shitty basement. He walked through the house and into the kitchen to finally get you a glass of water. He was only supposed to be on that business trip for around two days and be back home by the time the third day ended. The basement was very spacious, but even he had his limits in there. Which is why it was a great punishment, in his mind. He had enough of your mouth and you attempted to escape after almost sending him over the edge all in one day. But he still worried for you. There were no lights or any sense of comfort in there. At this point, he just wants you in his arms again. The thought makes his heart race in excitement. You must feel so lonely, feel so anxious, so cold, and

You freeze when you turn and see Nanami standing a few feet away from you, watching you shove your fifth slice of bread into your mouth. The two of you mirrored the same look of horror as you acknowledged one another. Nanami's face contorts into one of realization while yours continues to drop. Your stomach twists in fear at the sight of your captor finding you outside of your confinement and suddenly you feel nauseous and no longer desire any kind of elements of nutrition.

Pieces of food that weren't swallowed fall out of your mouth in fear and surprise and you scatter off to the nearest room with a lock and you slam it shut, fiddling with the lock and somehow manage to turn it with terribly shaky hands. It's hard to breath and you hyperventilate as you scoot into a corner, keeping yourself huddled.

Kento was still stuck in place, his mouth open in complete shock. You had ransacked the entire kitchen. He lets his eyes scan over everything on the ground. Almost nothing in the cabinets or fridge was left untouched, so many things left open and touched by his poor, poor girl's fingers. Juice, crackers, the bread you tore into, butter, cereal, refrigerated rice, half-eaten boxes of vegetables and fruits, uncooked noodles......it didn't end there.

The more his eyes found laying around, the heavier his heart got. This was all his fault. He didn't mean to......do this to you. Not at all. His eyes flutter shut as he rubs them, a sigh leaving his mouth. This wasn't supposed to happen. He inhaled sharply to gather more courage to step past the obvious signs of severe neglect he had done to you.

He could hear your fast-paced breathing from outside of the guest-bedroom and shakes his head in shame. He was so fucking ashamed of being so irresponsible with taking care of you. He was supposed to be your lover, your caretaker, the one you should be able to trust. But it seems like he can't even do any of those things right. He was wrong. "I'm sorry." His throat felt like it was constricting his vocals as he chokes out the apology. No kind of words or affirmations could change what he did to you and he wanted to be able to help you see that.

His face was so close to the door, as if he could speak through it into your heart. The last thing he'd do is force you into anything. He deserved to work for your trust back. "I'm so sorry, baby, please." There wasn't much he could make himself say. His ears picked up on your silent sobs and he dropped his forehead on the door, his hands on it as well. "I'm not gonna hurt you, I just wanna see you. It's been so long, hm? Since we last saw each other? I just want to hold you."

You didn't know how to feel. You just did something so very, very wrong. This is the type of behavior that gets you in the basement and a chain on your ankle for decoration. You broke out and practically flipped the kitchen upside-down. What isn't he going to do to you??? You didn't even realize yourself speaking through your tears. Constant 'leave me alone's slipped through your lips as you cried. You were so damn scared of what he'd do to you.

Outside the door, Kento shakes his head at your words and presses the side of his face to the door to hear you better. "No, no, no, no, baby. I won't hurt you, I promise. Can you please trust me just this once? I just want to make sure you're okay. You're hungry, I can tell. Just let me help you and you can get all of the food you want, okay??" Kento shakes the doorknob subconsciously, which makes you gasp in fear. Kento flinches away from it when he hears you make the sound and immediately and tells you he won't do it again.

He continues trying to verbally sooth you through the door, telling you repeatedly that it's okay. "....Everyone has limits. And I pushed you to yours." You wipe your face of your tears and push yourself to your feet.

Slowly, you hesitate, but take your quiet steps towards the door. Nanami can't hear anything on the other side. Are you okay? Why are you quiet? Are you trying to escape through the window??? It's bolted. Never mind. He's worried. "Darling?" He silently whispers. All he gets is the sound of his own breaths.

Then the loud sound of the lock clicks and he takes a step back. The door cracks open, extremely slowly. It's almost impossible to tell. You only leave enough space to look through about 1 inch to peek at him through the door. And even with that much to look at, he can tell you are so scared. He shouldn't have done this. The constant anxiety this is giving him continues to make his stomach cramp. A wobbly smile makes its way onto his face. "There she is! Can you-.....please let me take you out of that room?" He stumbles over his words, his arms awkwardly spreading out to seem as if he's friendly.

The silence you let grow only leaves room for more interpretation. You just stare at him with that stone cold eye. Almost as if you're trying to see through him. But nothing is hiding behind his face but the constant stress he's getting from stressing you out. He obviously loves you too much. He gets overprotective sometimes.

You open the door and step out and his shoulders relax as he very carefully looks over you. You used the bucket. Which was good. So, you were at least somewhat clean. You just looked.....hungry. Your face seemed slimmer, your eyes sunken in exhaustion(not that much, but he's great at details when it comes to you).

Before you could stop him, he was cleaning the kitchen and got to running you a bath and making dinner.

#yandere #yandere x reader #reader #yandere x you #yandere character #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #yandere nanami #nanami kento #nanami kento x reader #yandere nanami kento #yandere nanami kento x reader #nanami x reader #yandere jjk nanami kento #yandere jjk #yandere jjk fluff

[stevie-petey]

episode three: holly, jolly

Jonathan, your Jonathan, would never do this.  He tries to approach you again but you find yourself stumbling back, knocking against Steve’s chest. Hurt flashes in his eyes, you’ve never flinched at Jonathan’s touch, but what he did has changed everything.  Steve places a hand on your shoulder. “See, you can tell that he knows it was wrong, but that’s the thing about perverts. It’s hard-wired into them. They just can’t help themselves.”  He begins tearing up the pictures, and you can’t believe Jonathan of all people is making you agree with Harrington, yet here you are.

summary: you and jonathan talk it out and things are better (spoiler alert: they aren't), you somehow end up agreeing with steve harrington ?? then you have a minor breakdown in front of the kids and once again fail to prevent them from experiencing more trauma.

rating: general, slight cursing.

warnings: cursing, use of the word “slut”, fem!reader, use of y/n, and description of a dead body. this chapter is pure angst, steve is steve, jonathan is jonathan, and... well. we know how this episode ends.

words: 6.2k

before you swing in: hello ! i'm currently in the early stages of chapter 5, and it's a loooong chapter, so i figured i'd treat y'all to this one before taking my time with updating. this chapter was a bit difficult in terms of bug and jonathan, but i promise that they'll have more time later to really figure out why they keep clashing - for better or for worse lol. if their relationship feels stilted: that's why ! after all, season 1 is literally titled: we don't talk about it or have the time. the title has immense meaning for the overall tone of season 1 (and the song for the series shhh). anyways, enjoy <3

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The next day you bike to school alone, not bothering to see if Jonathan’s car will pick you up as usual. 

The two of you have never fought before, at least not like this. From the moment you met him when you were twelve, there has never been a time where the two of you haven’t been on the same page. You’ve been in sync from the moment you met. 

Now it feels like everything is off between the two of you. It feels as if the tiny planet you live on is now off kilter, angled ever so slightly now, rotating out of sync. The change is almost imperceptible, but it’s there. You can feel it. 

Last night just proved that there’s something wrong with your relationship with Jonathan, but you can’t figure out what.

Jonathan has never yelled at you before, and you’ve never turned your back on him; then again, he’s also never kept anything from you. While he didn’t admit it last night, you know him. He was hiding something from you last night and it frightens you that he seems too ashamed to tell you what it is. 

You trust him, you do, but the guilt you saw in his eyes makes you uneasy. 

As you walk the school hallway towards your locker, you overhear some girls from your English class talking about Steve and Nancy. You normally wouldn’t eavesdrop on such a conversation, but the girls were talking obnoxiously loud and by the tone of their voice, they weren’t being kind about what they were saying. 

“I heard Harrington got little Miss Wheeler to sleep with him.” One of the girls giggles, looking around to make sure no one is listening.  

“What a slut!” Her friend sneers.

You clear your throat loudly, making sure they hear it, and send a glare their way. “Well, aren’t you guys just peachy?” 

The girls lower their eyes and shift uncomfortably, which pleases you. Good. They should feel bad. What does it matter if Nancy slept with Harrington? It’s always the girls who get labeled the slut, never the man who has slept with more girls than classes he’s passed. 

Typical. 

You roll your eyes at them and continue towards your locker, spotting the couple in question up ahead. Your locker is a few down from Nancy’s and usually you’ve been able to avoid their gross lovey-dovey sessions in the mornings since Jonathan is always running late, but since you didn’t ride with him, you’re forced to deal with two hormonal teens who you don’t necessarily like. 

“Hey, Henderson!” 

Steve stops you as you walk past, causing you to look up in confusion. “Yeah?” 

“How’s Byers doing? Ya know, with everything going on?”

You stare at him, trying to figure out what the punchline is supposed to be. Steve may not be a massive dick, but he’s still a dick, and you can’t imagine he’d ever ask about Jonathan given the fact that he can’t even remember Will’s name. 

“He’s… dealing.” You say, uncomfortable with the entire conversation. 

Steve nods, letting out a slight hum. “Well, tell your guy that any friend of Henderson’s is a friend of mine.” He sends a wink Nancy’s way, and it’s then that you figure out what he’s doing. He’s playing the nice guy card, trying to impress her with his “generosity”, and you’ve had enough of idiotic and emotionally constipated men these last 24 hours. 

“Funny, I don’t tell my friends to get fucked, yet here we are: get fucked, Harrington.” Steve’s eyes widen at your words, taken aback, and Nancy goes to say something but you cut her off. “You sure know how to pick ‘em, Nancy. Why don’t you ask him why everyone’s staring at you? I’m sure it’ll be a thrilling conversation.”

You shove past the two of them and make your way to class. 

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You don’t see Jonathan for your next three classes, which only makes your shitty day worse. Not only have you guys never fought before, but you’ve never done the silent treatment either. As far as you can tell, there’s no reason for him not to be in class today besides your fight the night before. 

When it’s your lunch hour you try to find him, because at this point you just want to put it all behind you and move on to focus on Will. You never got the chance to tell Jonathan about El last night, you hadn’t had the time to before things blew up. 

You wait at your usual corner of the lunchroom for Jonathan, but he never appears. You sigh in defeat and pick at your meal, which honestly looks more like prison food than anything else, trying to figure out what you should do next. 

While you’re thinking, Carol’s obnoxious moans carry through the lunchroom. “Oh, Steve! Steeeve!”

Tommy joins in now, banging the table to get a bigger reaction. You see Steve trying not to smile at their antics, but it’s obvious to everyone how uncomfortable Nancy is. You feel pity for her, she deserves better than Harrington and his immature friends. Then again, you suppose she chose this for herself the second she started dating him. 

King Steve has never hidden who he is. 

You watch as Steve says something to appease her, but something catches Nancy’s eye and she turns to face it. Curious, you turn as well and spot Jonathan staring right back at her. They share a look, one that you can’t decipher, and you feel something twist within your stomach. 

It’s not jealousy, at least, not in that way. Jonathan is your only real friend in Hawkins (the kids don’t count, you recognize how embarrassing that is), and you’ve never had to share him before. Clearly Nancy has taken an interest in him of some sort and Jonathan, being ever the private person, has allowed her to, so you just have to swallow down your pride and accept it. 

Besides, you did always tell Jonathan that the two of you needed more friends. 

Taking a deep breath to will your nerves away, you ditch your lunch and follow after Jonathan. Screw whatever silent treatment is in place, he’s your best friend and you honestly don’t think it’s possible for you to ever be angry at him. It just isn’t in your nature. 

For better or for worse, you could never hate Jonathan Byers. 

You catch Jonathan as he’s leaving the photo developing room. He’s holding some pictures in his hands but quickly hides them away when he sees you. 

“Y/N, hi.” 

You ignore the voice in the back of your head telling you that something’s wrong, that he’s still acting weird with you, but you ignore it because you just want some normalcy in your life. You need your best friend. “Hey,”

“Look, I’m so sorry for what I said last night…” 

You brush him off, “It’s okay, I promise.”

Jonathan huffs at you, exasperated as always whenever you let people get away with things that they shouldn’t. “No, it’s not okay. You’ve been nothing short of amazing and I was the dick who yelled at you for it.” 

The two of you are walking out of the school as you talk, and you let out a weak laugh. “I guess you were pretty awful, huh?”

He doesn’t laugh along with you, instead shaking his head in shame. “You didn’t deserve that, not after all you’ve done for me and my mom. I was lying through my teeth last night, you are family, Y/N.” 

“I appreciate the sentiment, but it’s genuinely okay-” 

“Bug, I was a dick. End of discussion. I just… sometimes it feels like I don’t deserve your help, you do so much for us. I let it get to me last night, and I’ll never stop apologizing for it.”

You don’t know what to say, caught off guard by the vulnerability. “Just… don’t do that again, alright? If something is bothering you I’d rather you tell me about it than take your frustration out on me.”

“Deal.”

“Anything else on your mind?” 

Jonathan thinks for a moment and you can tell he’s trying to word whatever is on his mind correctly. “While I know you’ve always loved to help, there’s some things that I have to do on my own, okay? Will, my mom… they’re my responsibility, not yours. I mean, not in a bad way-” 

“Hey, I understand. I need to back off a bit, I recognize that now. I’m sorry, bee.” You kick at a rock in the parking lot, “so we’ve got ourselves a deal?” 

The boy gives you a quizzical look and you laugh at him, extending your hand. When he grabs it, you turn the hold into a handshake. “I’ll calm down my fretting antics and you’ll come to me about whatever is on your mind, no matter what; we don’t hide anything from each other.”

The slight smile Jonathan briefly had on his face vanishes. He pales slightly and quickly releases your hand. “Right.” 

You eye him. “Bee, what aren’t you telling me?”

Caught up in conversation, you and Jonathan don’t see Steve and his gang resting against his car until it’s too late. 

“Hey, man.” Steve approaches, effectively ending your conversation with Jonathan. He glances at you. “Henderson, good to see you again.” 

“I highly doubt it.” 

“What’s going on?” Jonathan asks, putting himself between you and Steve. 

“Nicole here was telling us about your work.”  

Confused, you look at Jonathan. “What, did you start another photo series or something?” 

Steve laughs coldly. “You could say that.” 

Jonathan ignores him and pulls you close behind him, ducking his head down to whisper into your ear, “it’s not what it looks like, trust me.” 

“Bee, what-”

“Henderson, want to take a look with us as, you know, connoisseurs of art?” 

You look at Steve now, more confused than ever, but you feel a slight sense of dread. You know that whatever photo he’s about to pull out will be bad. You know it’ll be connected to Jonathan’s behavior last night, to the guilt he’s been carrying, to the way he hid the same pictures from you not even ten minutes ago. 

You look back to Jonathan now, silently pleading with him for more of an explanation, but he averts his eyes. Exhaling deeply, you face Steve. “Show me.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Jonathan says, trying to walk away, but Tommy grabs at his backpack. 

“Hey!” You run up to Tommy and start pulling at the bag, but the guy is twice your size and easily wins, accidentally flinging you to the ground. 

Jonathan runs over to check on you. “Y/N!”

At the same time, Steve berates his friend. “Woah, Tommy, easy man! Henderson isn’t who we’re here for, leave her out of this.” 

Both boys crouch next to you and offer you a hand, but you bat them away. You’re irritated and confused and pissed the fuck off at both of them right now for vastly different reasons. You pick yourself up and brush away some dirt that got on your jeans. “Show me the photos, Jonathan.” 

He looks at you, hurt. “Do you not trust me?” 

“Do you trust me?” Your words hang in the air.

Steve is now right behind you. “Oh man he’s like, totally trembling. He must really have something to hide.” 

Jonathan tries to step closer to you, but Steve is now the one who blocks him. You watch silently as he unzips Jonathan’s bag and pulls out the photos, ignoring the pleading look that your friend sends your way. You trust Jonathan more than anyone else in this world, but something doesn’t feel right. 

The photos are tame at first, though admittedly creepy. They’re all still shots of Steve and his friends from the night before, you recognize the famous pool that the whole school talks about when it comes to Harrington’s parties. 

“Your boyfriend is a creep, Y/N.” Steve says, nudging you with his shoulder as he continues to flick through the pictures. 

“He isn’t my-” 

“I was looking for my brother.”

Jonathan’s words make you freeze. “You went looking for Will without me?” 

Steve says something else, but you don’t catch it. You stare at Jonathan, hurt that he’d search for Will without even telling you first. He’s his brother, you understand that, but what would you do if Jonathan went missing too?

Nancy then appears, causing Jonathan to finally look up to catch your eye, but he quickly looks away. “Here’s the starring lady!”

She laughs nervously. “What?”

Carol explains what was going on, and you’re too upset to speak. There’s too many thoughts going through your mind, but when Carol flashes you a picture of Nancy, naked, it takes everything in you not to throw up. 

Jonathan, your Jonathan, would never do this. 

He tries to approach you again but you find yourself stumbling back, knocking against Steve’s chest. Hurt flashes in his eyes, you’ve never flinched at Jonathan’s touch, but what he did has changed everything. 

Steve places a hand on your shoulder. “See, you can tell that he knows it was wrong, but that’s the thing about perverts. It’s hard-wired into them. They just can’t help themselves.” 

He begins tearing up the pictures, and you can’t believe Jonathan of all people is making you agree with Harrington, yet here you are. 

Nancy is his girlfriend, and even outside of that, Jonathan had no right taking pictures of her naked without her consent. You agree with Steve’s actions, but then the camera comes into play. He reaches for Jonathan’s camera, causing him to dive forward to stop anything from happening to it, and it’s finally what breaks you from your shock. 

You react as well, shoving past Steve to try and get to the camera first, but it’s no use. He beats you to it, Carol now holding you back as she digs her claws into your skin. Jonathan is being held back by Tommy, and all the two of you can do is watch helplessly as Steve dangles the camera high in the air. 

What Jonathan did was wrong, there’s no denying that, but you know how long it took him to save up for the thing. How many awful shifts he picked up at the theater to pay for it, adamantly refusing any money both you and Joyce offered him to help pay for it. 

This camera was his and his alone. Paid for with his own money, bought for his own enjoyment, his pride and joy. 

“Here you go, man.” Without even hesitating, Steve lets the camera fall to the ground. 

You gasp, watching as the lens shatters and you crouch down to try and piece it back together. Your hands are shaking, you don’t know what to feel right now, but with how badly your hands shake, it’s no use trying to fix the camera; you need something to distract yourself with. 

Jonathan and Nancy join you on the ground, but you’re too overwhelmed to really notice them. The combination of emotions leaves you wondering if you’re about to cry, throw up, or both. It’s only when Nancy begins snatching up the torn pictures that you acknowledge her presence. 

You grab her hand and catch her eye, “I’m so, so sorry.”

She doesn’t respond, only giving you a slightly confused look, and you recognize how stupid it is that you feel the need to apologize for Jonathan’s actions. You aren’t his keeper, and until now you never even considered he’d do something like this, and yet the guilt creeps in. You open your mouth to say something else, but Steve calls her over to join them and she leaves. 

Jonathan is still next to you, remaining silent even after Nancy’s departure. You can feel his eyes on you as you continue to fumble with the broken camera pieces as a gust of wind blows away the remaining photo shreds. 

“Shit!” A shard of glass from the lens cuts your finger, drawing blood. 

“Bug, let me-” Jonathan grabs at your hand to inspect the cut, but you pull away harshly. 

“Don’t touch me!” 

“Y/N…” The hurt look on his face is almost enough to make you crack, but the blood drips from your finger and falls onto a picture that somehow didn’t blow away. You look at it, seeing the outline of Nancy’s back in the photo, her beautiful side profile perfectly captured. 

The urge to throw up returns. 

“You’re hurt, let me look at it.” Jonathan pleads, his voice soft, with more empathy than he’s ever shown you these last few days. It’s as if last night never happened. As if you’re some idiot who is always ready and willing to come crawling back to those who discard you whenever they please. 

In a way, you suppose that you are. 

You hate it. 

Jonathan tries to grab your hand again but you stand up before he can. “I said don’t touch me.” 

He tries to grab you once more but again you pull away. Your brain is a mess right now trying to comprehend everything that happened within the last fifteen minutes. You look down at the broken camera pieces still laying on the ground, its glass reflecting in the late afternoon light. 

Those photos of Nancy… 

God, you’re an idiot. 

“Nancy is the reason you were such an asshole to me last night, isn’t she?”

“Y/N, those photos-”

“You knew that the second I looked at you I’d know you’d done something terrible.”

Jonathan is silent beside you, but you don’t need to hear whatever excuse he’ll give you to know that you’re right. Instead of telling you what he did last night, he kicked you out of his home in a guilt-crazed daze, saying horrible things to you that he can never take back. 

Instead of being honest with you, he had been a goddamn coward who hurt you in the cruelest way possible. 

Jonathan runs a hand through his hair in frustration. “Look, you know I’ve never been able to lie to you-”

“So naturally you resorted to screaming at me and saying we aren’t family-”

“I regret what I said, but how was I supposed to tell you about the photos if I don’t even know why I took them in the first place?” 

You start pacing around the parking lot, too overwhelmed to stay put. Jonathan’s words only confuse and upset you more. In the midst of your frantic pacing the cut on your finger begins to bleed more, which causes you to wince and catch Jonathan’s attention.

“Bug, you’re in pain,” his voice is gentle now, the worried crease between his brows now prominent in a way that you’ve always found cute. “I’m not just going to stand around while you’re hurt. Let me help.” 

Unfortunately for Jonathan, his words only piss you off more. 

“You’re not just going to stand around while I’m hurt? That’s fucking rich coming from you, Jonathan.” 

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“This entire week I’ve been hurting! I mean,” you let out a laugh laced with tears threatening to spill out. “I lost Will too, did you ever consider that? And I understand he’s your brother and I would lose my mind if anything ever happened to Dustin, but I’ve done nothing but love and support you through this shit show and you haven’t even asked how I’m holding up. I mean, what kind of best friend does that?”

Shame washes over Jonathan. “I didn’t think-” 

“I’ve been exhausting myself trying to help and not once have I considered it a burden because I’m doing this for Will, for you. I’m doing what any decent person is supposed to do, and I’m not asking for praise or-or for a reward but holy fuck, Jonathan! I mean, I understand now that maybe I was bit too much but,”

You’re yelling at him now, all the frustration you’ve been swallowing down these last few days now spills out. “At least treat me like a human being! I mean, the stunt you pulled last night was such bullshit and I was ready to excuse your actions because you’re my best friend and you’re hurting, but then you hide those damn photos from me? Scream at me like I’m some pathetic fucking child because you’re too ashamed of your own actions? We don’t lie to each other.”

Jonathan steps towards you and it isn’t until he’s cradling your head in his hands to wipe away your tears do you realize you’re crying. He’s so tender, gently wiping the tears as they fall, and you feel weak against him, closing your eyes as you soak up the affection. 

“Bug…” His voice cracks, not knowing what else to say. 

You open your eyes now. “You went looking for Will without me… did you even think about what your mom would do if you disappeared too? What I would do if you disappeared?”

“I…”

“And Nancy…” you pull away so that he’s no longer touching you. “That was a line I never thought you would cross. And to lie to me about it, I just… why?”

Jonathan shakes his head, a few tears of his own now beginning to fall. “I don’t know.” 

There’s nothing else you can say; you’ve drained all your energy. A headache is beginning to form and with the parking lot clearing out, indicating the end of the school day, you know you need to leave for work soon. 

Normally when you look at Jonathan, you feel a sense of security, but now all you feel is dread. His shoulders are hunched, the bags under his eyes darker than ever, and at this moment you’re not sure you know who he is anymore. It terrifies the shit out of you. 

“I should go,” you wipe your nose with your sleeve, side stepping Jonathan as you start walking towards the bike stand. 

“You’re leaving?” There’s fear in his voice, and you can hear the undertones of are you leaving me, too?

“I have to work tonight, so I need to-” 

“Let me drive you then, it’s cold and-and we can talk more about this-”

He follows you to your bike and you feel such pity for him. You know he’s right about needing to talk more, but all you want right now is to crawl into bed and pretend that this whole week has been a dream. A horrible, awful dream. 

You offer Jonathan your hand, the cut on your finger no longer bleeding, and intertwine your fingers with his. “I want to be alone right now, okay? Please, just give me some time.” 

He wants to argue with you, you can see it in his eyes, but just like you know him better than anyone else, he knows you just as well. He knows there’s no use trying to change your mind when you get like this; when the feelings become too much and solitude is your only solution. It's happened before in the past, but never with him. 

All he can do is wait for you to come back when you're ready. 

“Okay, I can do that.” 

You squeeze his hand, like you always do, before you let go and bike away. 

He watches as you leave. 

– 

Tonight’s shift is another slow one, which you’re grateful for. 

It was just last week that Jonathan had been driving you, Will, and Dustin to school. You’d been singing some song on the radio and the November air had a slight nostalgia of August warmth. Will and Dustin complained about your singing as you wailed on, Jonathan eventually joining in so that the two younger boys could only cover their ears with their hands and groan in annoyance. 

Now Will is gone, taking the August warmth with him and leaving behind only November cold that leaves your bones feeling raw. 

The laughter is gone, and now you’re afraid that your best friend is gone as well. 

You come home to an empty house, a note on the kitchen counter informing you that your mother is at her knitting club and that Dustin is off with his friends. 

Wonderful. Your brother has once again gone off on some adventure without informing you first. What a lovely addition to your already horrible day. 

You call the Wheeler’s first, hoping that maybe you don’t have to bike around the entire town to find the little shit, but like always: you’re mistaken. 

“I’m sorry, but the boys went out biking right after school.” 

“Oh, lovely then. Thanks, Mrs. Wheeler, have a good night.” 

“You too, dear!”

As soon as you hang up, you allow yourself a moment to just scream. The headache that formed during your fight with Jonathan hasn’t left, you’re tired, you have so much homework that you’re too afraid to even look at, and you still have no idea who El is or what she really knows about Will. 

And now you have to bike all around Hawkins to find said girl, because there’s no way the morons have listened to your orders to stay put with her. 

You check Lucas’ house first, but Erica tells you that they aren’t there and requests that you inform Lucas that her lying fee has been raised to $5. 

“That’s a bit steep, don’t you think?”

“Do you wanna pay?”

“Good point, have a good night then Erica.”

You then search around the middle school, but there’s no sign of them anywhere. After another thirty minutes of nothing, you finally give in to your hunch and bike to the Byers. You’re not sure if Jonathan will be home, but your idiot brother may need you, so you just have to suck it up and check. 

Ultimately you’re glad you do, because as you ride up the driveway you see the boys circling around El. 

“Why did you bring us here?” 

“I have a better question Mike, why did you bring us here?” None of the kids had noticed your arrival, so they all jump at your voice. 

Dustin’s face goes pale. “Y/N! What-what are you doing here?”

“I’ve been looking for you little assholes for an hour now,” you park your bike and step closer to the kids. “Why do you never listen to me when I tell you guys to keep me updated, huh? Do I have a giant sign on my head that says ‘hey, ignore me and treat me like utter shit!’, is that it?” 

No one responds, too stunned by your words. You never cuss at them, and apart from last night, they don’t think they’ve ever seen you so angry before. 

“I’m just so sick and tired of people treating me like I’m some throwaway toy, just casting me aside and forgetting about me until it’s convenient. I have feelings too, isn’t that a wild concept? I mean, who knew Y/N Henderson had any real emotions behind her pathetic need to help everyone around her!” 

Dustin can hear the hurt in your voice and knows that this isn’t just about them sneaking off. You’re upset about something else, someone hurt you and he needs to know who, so he softly asks, “Y/N, what happened?” 

You spin around to face him. “Nothing! That’s what happened! None of you told me anything, everyone has just decided to keep me out of the loop because god forbid I deserve any honesty after years of being there for you guys-”

“Okay, this is definitely about Jonathan then.” Lucas mumbles, which Mike nods in agreement to. 

“This is not about Jonathan-” The sound of sirens cuts you off. 

Everyone freezes, and your heart stops. This is Hawkins, where nothing ever happens; cops don’t just go flying down the street late at night. 

You know, even before you can fully comprehend how, that it’s Will. You can feel it; the sirens are for him, the precious boy you’ve come to love like your own brother. 

Then, to confirm your fears, an ambulance follows behind the line of cop cars, and you feel your entire world shatter.  

“Will…” Mike exhales, and the second the name leaves his lips everyone scrambles for their bikes to follow the cars. 

You know you shouldn’t, you know this won’t end well, but it’s Will. Maybe he’s alive, maybe he simply got lost in the woods and has been wandering around the last three days or so. There’s so many other possibilities, an endless array of explanations, and yet…

Your legs feel heavy as you pedal after the kids. You know that, no matter what you guys end up finding, that nothing will ever be the same again. As you follow, the route you take begins to look familiar, back when you and Jonathan would spend your summers exploring the forest and its surroundings. 

The quarry. 

Suddenly you can’t breathe. “I… I can’t-” 

“Y/N, we have to see if it’s Will!” Dustin calls behind him, too eager to realize exactly where you guys are going. 

If you could just warn them, maybe speed up to block their paths, you could convince them to turn around, but it’s too late. The five of you arrive at the quarry’s edge and toss your bikes behind the fire truck. You see the firemen in the water, sloshing around for something, and you realize what they’re doing a second too late.

Immediately you begin to pull the kids away, not wanting them to see what you desperately hope you’re wrong about, but you’re too late. “Guys, get away from the truck, we shouldn’t be here-”

You’re always too fucking late. 

“Please, we need to leave,” your voice shakes as you try to shield the kids from the sight of Will’s body being pulled from the water.

Mike pulls away from you. “No, it’s not Will. It can’t be.” 

“Mike…” 

The firemen lift the raft up higher and the light lands on Will’s lifeless body, and you feel a piece of you die. He’s always been the smallest of the boys, but as the men lift his dead body out of the water, he’s never looked so small. Will is gone; he’s taken all the light with him. 

Dustin reaches for your hand and is the first to start crying. You pull him into your chest as he sobs. Lucas looks over at you, a silent acceptance in his eyes. “It’s Will. It’s really Will.” 

You grab the boy and pull him into you as well, the two of them now crying as you hold them. All you can do right is hold your boys, staring off into space as you feel them shake with grief against you. This isn’t real. 

From the corner of your eye you see El approaching Mike, and you’re too numb to warn her against it. “Mike…” 

“‘Mike’? ‘Mike,’ what?” He slaps her hand away, which causes you to become alert. He’s hurting, you know Mike loved Will more than anyone else, but he’ll only hurt himself more if he pushes everyone away. 

“Mike, I know you’re upset-” 

He faces you, a betrayed look in his eyes. “Upset? She was supposed to help us find him alive. She said he was alive!” he turns to El now, “why did you lie to us? What’s wrong with you?”

As he yells at the girl you hear his own tears beginning to form, and as you hold his friends, you lean closer to Mike and use your other hand to console him, but he begins to run away. 

Dustin and Lucas watch helplessly as their friend leaves, you all call after him but are ignored. They beg him to stay, too scared to be separated once more now that Will is gone, but Mike doesn’t listen. He grabs his bike, leaving you and the boys alone with El. 

She looks at you, tears in her eyes and a pleading look on her face. She’s looking to you for reassurance, to console her and tell her that everything will be okay with Mike, that he’ll forgive her, but you can’t. 

You also feel betrayed by the girl. You don’t think she was lying, in a sense, but then how can she explain Will’s dead body 50 feet away? El promised you and the boys that Will was alive, but he’s not. 

Tears start to fall down her face. “Y/N?”

You’re sure that when you look back on this moment later, you will have wished that you had done something braver, something more kind to the terrified girl, but you don’t. Instead of wrapping her into your arms alongside Lucas and Dustin, you give El a curt shake of your head, dismissing her. 

It hurts to watch her leave, and you’re ashamed of yourself, but then Dustin lets out another sob while Lucas tightens his hold around you, and you know that you’ve made the right choice for now. You don’t know El or her intentions, but her actions have hurt the people you love the most, and right now you have to put them first. 

You let the boys cry, barely registering anything else. 

– 

Later, much later, after getting Lucas home and tucking Dustin into bed, you finally allow yourself to grieve. You lay in your bed, staring at the framed drawing on your desk that Will had made you for your birthday this year. It was a sweet gift, having drawn you as a princess in one of their DnD campaigns with your sword and shield. Jonathan stands next to you in the picture, holding his own sword and wearing a crown, while Will and the boys are next to him, dressed in their own armor. 

In the picture the six of you are facing a dragon, but there’s a smile on all of your faces as you fight the creature together. You, Jonathan, and your boys; together, there’s nothing that you guys cannot defeat.

It’s your favorite drawing of Will’s. 

And now it’s your last drawing from him. 

The tears come slowly at first, then all at once. You find yourself hunched over, letting out anguished sobs as you mourn for the boy, for Jonathan and Joyce, for your brother and his friends. You mourn for the Byers losing a child, a brother. You mourn for your brother’s now tainted childhood. He’s too young, they all are too young to be experiencing such a loss. 

Will was too young. 

You cry until there’s nothing left within you, and yet the sobs still wrack against your body long after the tears have dried up. It’s a pain like no else. 

Then, as you’re finally beginning to calm down, you hear a knock at your window. 

You get up and fling your curtain open to find Jonathan on the other side. 

Neither of you say anything as you open the window and let him in. Once he’s inside the two of you face each other, unmoving and silent for what feels like years. There’s still a tension there from earlier, though this afternoon feels like decades ago. Jonathan stares at you, a guarded and unsure look on his face, as though he’s afraid that if he breaks in front of you that you’ll push him away. 

Instead, you surprise him by throwing yourself against his chest and into his arms. 

You’re not sure who begins to cry first, but it doesn’t matter. His cries only make you cry harder, having never seen your best friend this heartbroken before, and it’s all so fucking unfair. He doesn’t deserve this, no one does, but especially not Jonathan. He loved his brother so much, with such an intensity that rivaled your own love for Dustin. 

Jonathan pulls away a bit so that he can look at you; tears stream down his face. “He’s gone, bug.” 

“Bee,” you don’t know what more to say. What can you even say? While it feels like your heart has been ripped from your chest along with your bones, you know it only feels worse for Jonathan. No words could ever soothe that ache. 

“He’s gone,”

You grab at his jacket and gently guide him so that you sit on your bed. “Jonathan, look at me.” It takes some coaxing, but eventually he listens. “I’m here, okay? I’m here.”

Your voice cracks at the end, your own grief getting in the way, but it’s all you can say right now. You’re not sure how else to phrase it, how else to tell him that even if everything and everyone else is gone, you’re still here. You’ll never, ever leave him, especially not when he needs you the most now. 

Despite the vague words, Jonathan nods, always able to understand you, and he rests his head against your shoulder as the two of you cry. Faintly you can hear Dustin’s cries through the wall, but you leave him alone. You know he needs to process this alone, just like you needed to, just like Jonathan had before coming here. 

Tomorrow you’ll comfort your brother, you’ll bake the cookies that Joyce loves, and tonight will pass. A day must always end. This day will end, and tomorrow will come. Then, you’ll face this together with everyone you love. 

For now, your best friend needs you, so you let him cry into your shoulder and you run your nails against his scalp and whisper soothing words. Fuck whatever is going on between the two of you. 

Will is dead. The best of you, the purest of you, is dead.

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Happy Late Valentines

Starring: Eddie Munson x Reader

Warnings: slight angst. Smut!! Cunnulingus. P in V (unprotected). Breeding kink? Daddy kink?

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Valentines Day. A day Eddie had despised for years. He never got anything, which is obvious knowing what his most known title is in the town. But you, on the other hand. You were quite popular despite hanging out with Eddie 'the freak' Munson, almost daily.

It was conveniently HellFire night on Valentines, and right before the campaign started, you were all showing off everything you had gotten. Everything from cards to chocolates.

Everyone was smiling and showing off expet the man himself, sitting on his throne almost frowning.

"So, what'd you get, Eddie?" You giggled, not noticing how saddened and frustrated he looked. "What do you think?!" He scowled, arms crossed on his chest.

"I didn't get shit. I'm just sitting my ass here, like always watching you get everything."

He said, leaning back in his throne and looking at you a bit, expecting sympathy. Everyone went silent, and as he expected, you looked at him with sympathy and shame. Ashamed of how you had shown off your cards and chocolates.

"God damn. I hate this stupid day." He muttered, turning his head to the other side, feeling pretty upset.

He didn't talk again for a bit, just sitting with a cold stare at the wall. "Sorry, Eddie.." you muttered. Dustin swallowed and decided to say something. "Should we get on with the campaign now?" He asked.

"Yeah-yeah- sure. We have nothing else to do, anyways." He said, sounding a bit annoyed with himself.

"God, sorry. Yeah. We should start. We got a lot to do today. Just- nevermind. I'm okay. Let's just do this campaign."

The eight of you nodded and waited for Eddie to start the new D&D campaign he had praised himself for the entire week. Eddie took a deep breath and looked at all of you, nodding.

"So, everyone's ready? All here?"

He asked, sounding enthusiastic, a way to distract himself from Valentines Day. "Yeah." You said, after counting all of Eddie's so-called 'sheep'.

"Okay, cool, cool. So." He rubbed his hands together, a large grin on his face, though his mood from before still kind of lingered.

"As you finally got out from the cave, you were all standing in a green field-..."

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You were up all night crafting something for Eddie. It had to be good. It had to be perfect. You told yourself as you sat up by your desk gluing and painting.

You made a homemade heart-shaped box and painted the logo for HellFire in the middle of it. Then, filled it with chocolates and a small jar. Inside the jar there were small, midevial looking letters where you had written all the things you like about him. After hours of painting and writing, you put the last thing inside the box. A love letter.

All the while, you'd have a big smile on your face thinking of how happy Eddie will be. You were sure that he'd love your present, who knows? Maybe he might finally look at you as more than a friend. You couldn't wait to give it to him. You thought he'd probably appreciate some sweet gesture like that in the morning.

After a few more last touches, you called it done. You sat the box on your nightstand so you knew you wouldn't forget it tomorrow morning.

After a little bit of insomnia, you finally fell asleep, excited for the next morning, and finally getting to give Eddie the present you've worked on for hours.

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You wake up with the biggest smile on your face, remembering the present right away. You quickly get dressed, wanting to go and hand him the box as soon as possible.

You grab some breakfast on the way, hoping you get to him fast enough. You barely finished eating before rushing out to your car and driving across the town to get to Eddie's trailer. When you got there and knocked on the door, your anxiety kicked in. What if he didn't like the box? What if he thought you did it because no one else did? What if he didn't like you like that?

Those thoughts and more kept rushing through your head, heart beating fast in anticipation for what might happen.

After a while, you heard some shuffling through the trailer. The door opened after a bit, and Eddie stood on the other side. He looked exhausted. You hadn't even thought about how early it was. All the thoughts disappeared from your head, however, as the look on his face turned to surprise as he saw you.

"Hey, Eddie.." You chuckled nervously, holding the box out to him. He looked down at the box curiously. A smile then crept onto his face and he took it from you.

"For me?" He said, a bit curious and surprised. "For- for you, yeah.." you said nervously, scared of how he'd react to your love letter. "Thank you." He said a bit stunned, and then he looked down at the box again before back at you.

"It's early, um, mind if I open it later?" He said, looking tired and a little bit out of it still.

Your heart ached with anxiety and slight pain. "Y-yeah, sure." You mumbled. "Thanks." He said before yawning wide, and his eyes began to flutter shut.

After a quick goodbye, he closed the door, leaving you to walk to your car and drive home upset. A small bit of hope still lingering, hoping that he'll actually look at it later. But Eddie was forgetful when it came to things like this. You probably wasted an entire night on making that box just for Eddie to never open it.

When it got to evening, that last bit of hope that he'd open the box began to disappear. You felt bad that you wasted all that time on it, wishing that he would actually look at it. But he didn't, and he probably didn't care much anyway.

You sighed and decided to call him.The phone rang a bit before Eddie picked up.

"Hey, what's up?" He asked after you said hello. "I know you've forgotten and this is kinda fucking important, so go open that box I gave you.. if you get surprised or something, live with that, I've got too much anxiety right now to deal with that." You said before hurriedly hanging up.

Eddie looked down at his phone, quite surprised at your sudden aggression. He didn't expect that at all.

Feeling a but hesitant, he walked into his room and over to the nightstand. He picked up the box and looked over at it for a moment before he finally opened it, careful and slow, expecting what the surprise might be.

He stared at the contents of the box as his eyes widened and he froze, not really sure what to feel.

The love letter, the chocolates, and the little surprises caught him by surprise, and he didn't really know what to do in the moment.

Feeling a bit overwhelmed by everything, he took a deep breath and closed the box, stilThe emotions just hit him like a truck.

He suddenly looked overwhelmed by everything, all the things you went through just for him.

Eddie just stood frozen, thinking at how much you really do love him, even with all the crap he puts you through.

As tears welled up in his eyes, a feeling of guilt washed over him. He couldn't believe that you had gone this far for someone like him, for him.

Eddie couldn't hold back, and the tears began to fall. The sudden rush of realization that you truly love him hit him hard, and he just bawled his eyes out, unable to control the emotions.

In that moment of weakness as he cried into his hands, he couldn't help but wonder, "Why me?"

After a bit, Eddie managed to calm himself. He still had tears on his face as he wiped with them with his sleeve.

Finally, he pulled himself together and looked at the open box again.

He picked up the jar and pulled out the love letter to finally read it.The love letter really struck him in the heart.

He could actually feel that love pouring out of it, like there was nothing else on earth that mattered more than you felt for him.

Eddie felt his eyes well up yet again, it was a bit embarrassing.

"To: Eddie.

For once in my life, I don’t have to try to be happy. When I’m with you, it just happens. Your Lips? I kiss that. Your body? I hug that. My smile? You cause that. Your heart? I want that. In a sea of people, my eyes will always be searching for you. I’m so confused. I don’t know what to do. All I know is I wanna be with you. You make me smile whenever you're around. I could just sit and watch you without making a sound. I could talk to you for hours about nothing at all. You make me feel so comfortable into your arms, I wish I could crawl. I miss you when you’re gone. I miss you when you’re near. If we are together, we will have nothing to fear. So I guess I’m finally telling you I’m being real and true. Not only do I like you, I’m completely head over heels in love with you."

The love letter just overwhelmed him more and more.

He couldn't believe that after all this time thinking he was just a freak and that no one could like him, that this was his reality.

He could hardly hold back his tears of joy as he read the entire thing.

"God damn, this is it. She finally said it. She really likes me." He thought, happy tears flowing down his cheeks. As he finished the letter, he finally looked at all the contents in the box, his emotions still overflowing.

"Damn..." He muttered to himself, just overwhelmed with joy now that he really knew how she felt. He really couldn't believe that she could like him like this, he almost felt like he didn't deserve it.

His tears of joy started to dry up and he wiped all the tears with his sleeve, finally starting to calm down as he looked at the box again.

"She really went through all this for me..." He thought to himself, staring at the jar and the chocolates. He looked back over at the love letter again, feeling his heart flutter.

This was the happiest he felt in so long.

Finally, after this long time, someone really likes him.

"And- and here I thought being a freak, I'd just be alone for the rest of my life... She really... She really likes me..." He whispered to himself, smiling wide and his heart beating so fast. He set the box down and leaned against the nightstand and just took a moment to breathe.

This was the best he'd felt in years. Someone really liked him! What a feeling! He never thought that would happen, he really didn't think he was good enough for that.

But now, things seemed possible... The feeling was so overwhelming for him, he couldn't think straight. All these emotions just rushed the moment he saw the letter.

He felt like crying all over again, but he didn't wanna cry anymore.

He grabbed his phone, thinking about finally texting you and telling you all the things you mean to him. Just to thank you, or at least try. As he finally opened the text box and typed up the message, he stared at the screen.

He didn't know how to fully put it into words, but he had to try right?

He typed up the message slowly and sent it off to you.

He set the phone down and waited in anticipation to see how you'd react once you got it. After just a few minutes, his phone started ringing.

"Hm?" He said, looking at his phone.

He picked it up and checked the caller id, noticing it was you.

"Hey, um, what's up?" He said, his heart beating fast all over again, nervous of how you'd react. "Hey.. so, uh... my gift wasn't a bad idea, huh?" You chuckled nervously.

"Bad idea?" His voice sounded shocked for a moment as he laughed lightly too.

"It's literally the best thing I've ever received in my life." He said, truly meaning it.

"There's just so much to say to you, I don't even think you will fully understand just how much you mean to me." He added, still looking at the texts he sent you.

"Can I come over?" You asked nervously. In your head, you'd go to his place, and you'd cuddle all night while watching movies on the thick TV in his living room.

Eddie went silent for a moment, thinking about everything and what you asked.

He took a deep breath, thinking, "Oh God, oh God, OH GOD! She wants to come over! What do I do?!"

"Uhm... Yeah, I..." He stuttered, not sure how to finish his sentence. "Thanks." You giggled and hung up once more, immediately putting on some comfy but pretty clothes and rushing to your car, again.

Eddie quickly sat there in his bed staring at the phone, processing everything.

"Oh god, she's coming over. She- she wants to come over! Oh God, oh God!!"

He got himself out of the bed quickly, frantically putting on some clothes to look presentable when she gets here. He took some breath mints and sprayed himself with cologne a few times.

"Oh god, what should I do when she gets here?! How do I act?" He paced around the room now, just waiting nervously for her. He would check his phone every few seconds, thinking about her on the way over and how he's going to act when she gets here.

"Should I be calm? Should I be excited? What does one even do in this situation!? What do I talk about? I have to be so goddamn careful." He berated himself as he paced around the room, his anxiety kicking in.

He took yet another deep breath, checking the time. She should be here soon. He was sweating profusely now from his nervousness, and he was getting annoyed with himself.

Okay, Eddie. Calm, calm, calm...

After a few minutes, the doorbell rang.

He froze immediately from his pacing, thinking of nothing but the fact she was actually here.

He walked to the door and opened it with shaky hands and a big smile.

"Hey, uhm, h-hi." He said, not sure how to handle this, but he was glad you were actually here. "Hi.." you answered, just as nervous. His heart was racing, not knowing what to say. Should he invite you in, or should he just talk to you here?

"W-wanna come inside?" He asked, not wanting to sound rude by not inviting you in.

"Y-yeah.." you chuckled and stepped inside. Eddie immediately shut the door behind you.

"Oh um- follow me." He said as he began to walk towards the living room, letting you follow. She was actually here, and the thought is still a bit surreal to him. You followed him, sitting down very close to him.

"So- uhm, I just wanted to say..." His voice was shaky, it felt like he didn't have full control over the things he wanted to say to you.

"Thank you, for everything. For coming here and... And liking me like this, and for actually being here." He stuttered, feeling his emotions getting the better of him. You built up some confidence and decided that this was enough awkwardness. So you kissed him.

The kiss took him completely off guard and he froze with wide eyes for a second, but he quickly relaxed when the kiss continued.

His breath caught, and he held his hands to the side of you, gently caressing the back of your neck.

He was still very much surprised, but he couldn't resist your lips. You smiled against his lips. But the way his hands were moving over you made you feel sensitive to his touch. His hands began to move up and down your back. He couldn't help but caress your body as his lips stayed tightly pressed to yours. The kiss lasted long enough that he could really get lost in the emotion, and the feeling that someone really liked him like this was almost unreal to him.

When you pulled away, there was a string of saliva connecting you and heavy breaths filling the room. His breath was shaky and his face red from the kiss.

"That was..." He said softly, but he didn't finish the sentence.

He leaned back a bit and stared into your eyes, not breaking eye contact. And then he leaned forward again a bit for another kiss. Your eyes fluttered shut as he kissed you again. You moaned softly against his lips as they connected once more. His lips pressed to yours with a bit more force as he moved forward into you.

His hands moved to your waist now as he pulled you in closer. His breathing got heavy, and he kept kissing you as he took over.

You laid down against the sofa, and Eddie followed. Putting almost all his weight on you as he kept your lips on his. He did lay his entire weight onto you as he kissed you, you being pinned beneath him as he couldn't stop. The kiss felt like it went on forever, but he still wanted more.

His lips and his tongue moved in unison with each other, the heat rising between the two of you as his hands moved back to your neck.

You moaned softly against his lips as the intensity of the kiss grew. Your clothes were on the floor within just five minutes of making out.

Eddie leaned down and pressed a few kisses to your neck, causing you to shudder and let out a delightful purr. One that stirs not just the pit of his guts but in his boxers, too.

He presses two more kisses to your neck, open-mouthed, wet, and claiming he sucks hickeys into two sensitive spots. The hickeys made your eyes slightly roll back, and you let out not only another purr but a gasp of his name.

He has a feeling he knows what you want, but he's not ready to give it to you yet.

He moves from your neck, trilingual kisses down your right shoulder, tongue lathing against your skin before peppering more kisses. Kisses in paths down your brests until it's time to give both of them individual attention. A tweak of a nipple to the right one, a scrape of the teeth to the left one. He loves the way you respond. The way you gasp and moan his name like a chant.

Eddie continues his path downwards with one last kiss against each of your tits. His path leaves you breathless.

You grow inpatient as he takes his time, pressing kisses down your stomach and to the place you need him the most. "Eddie," you whispered. Voice full of need.

"What's the word, sweetheart? You know what to say if you want it.." Eddie groaned.

You sigh and bite your bottom lip gently. You don't want to give in to him so easily. Your eyes meet his brown ones, and you breathe out the one word he wants to hear. "Please."

The word "please" sent him over the edge.

Every muscle in his body was tense and his breath was still shaken. The sound of that single word was enough to make him lose the last bit of composure he had.

He looked down at you, his eyes full of desire and want for all of you. Eddie dipped down to your soaking cunt, first gathering your slick on his fingers and sucking them clean. Then he started eating you out like a starved man. His tongue lapping up all your slick and swirling your sensitive bud. You had heard that Eddie was good at this, but not that he had sex skills of a God.

You moaned and writhed under him, eyes rolled back and mouth slightly agape. Gasping, whimpering, and moaning as he ate you out. His tongue dipped into your entrance and started lapping up everything he could get to before pulling out and pushing two fingers inside instead.

As his fingers pumped in and out of your cunt, he sucked and toyed with your clit until you were gasping that you were gonna cum. "That's it.. fucking soak my face, baby." Eddie groaned and went back to sucking your bud.

Doing exactly as he said, you came all over his face with a breathless moan. He pulled his fingers out and sucked off your nectar like it was a necessity.

Eddie ridded himself of his boxers. Saying he was big was an understatement. He was *huge*. The biggest you'd seen.

He inspected your pussy for just a few seconds before deciding to gently slide into you. Bottoming out with a groan.

"This what you wanted, princess?" He grabbed your jaw and squeezed slightly. "Already too fucked out to answer? That's okay, I got you."

You barely nodded as he dipped his head down and caught one of your nipples in your mouth, biting a little harshly on the bud. "Ngh, Eddie.." Arching your back, pushing your chest further into his face, he pulled off with a pop.

"What, too much?" He said in a mocking tone. "Jus' want you.." Your hands grabbed at his chest and shoulders. "But I'm right here, sweetheart?" He looked confused.

You shook your head and wrapped your legs around his waist, pushing him impossibly deeper into your cunt. "Fuck.. just need me, hm? I can do that.."

He began to roll his hips, your pussy sucking him in with each push. His face hovered over yours, studying your pinched brows and puffy, kiss bitten lips parting softly. He kissed your cheek and then the other. Any other teasing comments died on his tongue once his eyes roved over you, halting his movements momentarily so he could speak clearly. "Love you, sweets."

You smiled at that. “I love you too, Eds.” You giggled as he held your cheek and began peppering kisses across your face. “Valentine's day got you all mushy, huh baby?” Eddie grinned and kept his hips moving ever so slightly. "Mmmh.. guess so.." you muttered.

He started picking up his thrusts, hitting that perfect spot inside you every time, making both of you moan out. "You close, baby? You gonna cum f'me?" He asked with a few grunts.

“More…” you whined out.“Oh, now she wants more.” He chuckled, gaze turning a little more dark as he said it. “Mmhmmm… need more.” You choked out as he moved out of you just for a moment to get a better angle.

He quickly sat up, pushing both of your knees to your chest, his thick cock pushed back into your tight cunt. In one swift motion, giving you no time to think. “That's it… mmm… she's gripping now. C’mon baby. Soak my cock.”

With the new angle, he set a brutal pace, as broken moans rang out with the sounds of your soaked pussy being pounded into oblivion. He reached up, placing his thumb between your lips, as you quickly sucked it into your mouth, swirling your tongue around the digit. "That's it.. get it nice 'n wet for Daddy." He groaned.

“Be a good girl. Come for daddy and I'll fill this pussy full. Let everyone know you let the freak wreck your tight little cunt.” He growled into your ear.

You hummed as he brought his thumb down to your clit. Immediately pushing harsh circles to your swollen nub.

“Oh fuck, Eddie!” His words straight to your aching core.Your orgasm hits with a blinding force, those fireworks burst behind your eyes as your pussy strangles his cock.

He lets out a low growl as his balls tighten for his impending release. His cock twitches as it paints your walls with thick, white ropes.

He put your legs down and laid his full weight on top of you once more. The both of you were catching your breath as you laid there in awe of what had just happened.

"Happy late Valentine's.." you breathed, stroking his long, brown curls.

"Happy late Valentine's Day..." He smiled at you, looking at you from his head laying on your chest, feeling the heat in his face fade just a little bit and his breathing finally slowing down.

He felt his muscles relax as he lay his ear on your chest, his hand moving down to touch your thigh. He finally felt happy that he could be like this with you now.

"I love you." He said softly, his hand moving closer to your hips, but you never really felt it as you were still laying there after the intense session you just had.

"Love you too.." you said, kissing his cheek. He smiled, his eyes closed now as he felt his body relax.

He thought to himself for a moment, now the feeling of happiness and love kicking in with the dopamine running in his brain.

He sighed happily and nuzzled a bit into your chest, the feeling of just laying here with you was more than enough to make him feel content and loved.

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A/n: I let the whore out for this one 🤭 and I'm not even ashamed? I wanted to make it more filthy but I decided to not push it 😬 but lemme know if you liked this one!!! I'd love to write more!! Summary: just the story of perv!bouncer!Eddie x dumb!ice-cream vendor!reader and the little white lie he used in order to get you where he wanted you. (KINKY) 4.6k Warnings: so first off, perv!Eddie (he's a bit of a meanie) and dumb!reader, ok? He takes advantage of you, oopsie. Humiliation, degradation, lying and gaslighting, pet names, groping, very strong D/s vibes although not established, spit kink, a hint of dubcon? (only if you squint). Needless to say, 18+!! (also I wrote this in one go don't @ me if it's shitty)

You shouldn't have worn heels - it was late at night, you were running late and while the rain had stopped, the mud still managed to splash its way up to your ankles. And come to think of it, the skirt hadn’t been that good of an idea either, not for the metal concert you were attending at least, but you were two blocks away and it was too late to turn back now.

Before entering the venue, you stopped at the corner, fixed your hair and your shoes with a napkin you found around your purse, and prayed to the gods that even though the concert should have already started, the bouncer would still be there to give you a ticket and allow you inside.

“Eddie!” you exclaimed relieved. He was just about to stand up from his little booth when you burst inside the building, and his eyes widened when he realized who you were.

While it truly hadn’t been that long since you last saw each other, it surely felt like it. The last time you saw him was at his graduation, one week after you finished junior year. Currently, almost two years had passed since you yourself were done with school.

“Y/n, wow. I haven’t seen you in ages, how are you?”

“Good, good, I’m good” you huffed, getting ready to fish the money for the ticket out of your purse. “You work here?”

“Yeah. I’m a bartender but something came up and our guy had to leave for a bit. I’m just covering for him.”

“Oh, ok. Cool”

“Did you come for the concert? It’s about to start”

“Yeah, mhm. I know I’m a bit late.” you said, picking out the dollars out of your purse one by one. When you decided your bag should be cute and fit your outfit rather than actually be useful, you didn’t imagine you’d have to embarrass yourself like this. “Here’s 7 dollars-” you mumbled handing him the money, “Wait, I have three more, just give me a second”

“Y/n…” Eddie said as he hesitated to take it from you. “It’s 30 dollars.”

“30 what?” you gasped. “I thought it was 10”

“It was 10, until like an hour ago. You should’ve bought it in advance, tickets are always more expensive at the door”

“You must be kidding me” you cried, “I can’t pay 30$ for a concert of a band I barely even heard about”

“Then don’t” Eddie chuckled, “It’s not that big of a deal, it’s only going to last one hour tops”

“Yeah but my friend likes the vocalist. I promised her I’d be there”

“Then pay?”

Instead of going back to explaining why you really didn’t feel like doing that, you straightened your back and grinned. “Eddie…”

“I’m not interested," he laughed in a heartbeat, fully aware of the tactics you might want to try on him.

“Free ice cream for the whole month!” you belted, grabbing his shoulder to help you get your point across. “You know you can’t say no to that”

“I never even bought ice cream from your shop, Y/n, no”

“Two months!”

“Baby girl, buy the ticket or wait for the concert to end. I can’t just let you in”

“Yes, you can” you scoffed, stomping your foot against the floor. “Since when do you care about the rules?”

“Since my job is at stake, sweetheart”

“Who’s gonna know? Right, no one. So pleeeeease, Eddie! Pretty please with a tiny and sweet cherry on top?”

He was thinking about it, it was obvious the wheels were turning. His eyes traveled along the length of your body as he licked his lips, and that gave you hope. But unfortunately, when he looked back up into your eyes, he shook his head, “I’m sorry, I can’t”

“You can” you pouted, “You just don’t want to”

Eddie tapped his chin, “I guess that’s true. There’s nothing in it for me, so…”

“Asshole!” you giggled and hit his side. “Just tell me what you want, you got it”

“Anything I want?”

“Anything!”

“Anything, anything?” Eddie laughed.

“Just say it, you jerk”

But he didn’t really say it. What he did however was lean behind his little desk and then stand back up with a small camera in his hand. With one eyebrow raised, he motioned with his head to one of the small back rooms to the side, and that should’ve been your cue to at least try offering him ice cream again. 

"I can't believe I'm doing this" you nervously giggled as you placed your purse on one of the chairs you found laying around. More things crossed your mind while you took your jacket off but you kept quiet, only turning around to face Eddie when you were left in your tank top and skirt. "This is stupid. I'm being stupid, right?"

"It's just a little bit of fun" he smiled, moving the camera from one hand to the other. "You absolutely don't have to do it if you don't feel comfortable"

"Comfortable getting naked for a stranger to take pictures of me?" you laughed in disbelief.

"Are you?"

His raised eyebrow and the confidence he had made you unconsciously rub your thighs together. "Don't hold this over my head, ok?"

"It's just a few pictures, Y/n, no big deal"

"I know" you pouted and crossed your arms in front of your chest. "But I don't want you to think I'm a slut or something. I don't do stuff like this"

"There's a beginning for everything, sweetheart. What if you end up loving it and want to take more?"

"Yeah, right" you rolled your eyes and felt a very strong urge to look anywhere else but at him. "Ok, how do you want them?"

He thought about it for a second. "Take your top off, we'll see from there"

The little bit of conscious thinking still present inside your mind had a very hard time accepting just how fast your hands worked to remove your shirt. The second that piece of clothing went over your head, your cheeks started burning and a very painful but familiar feeling awakened in your core. Half naked and maybe a little bit confused, you turned to look at Eddie - who was grinning from ear to ear, getting ready to snap the picture. 

"Say cheese!"

You didn't say it, but you did straighten your back, smiled, and even put on a cute pose with your hands beside your cheeks. 

"You've done this before?" Eddie laughed after taking the picture as he waited for it to slip out of the device.

"No, why?"

He quirked an eyebrow. "It's a nice picture"

"Let me see" you said and bubbled over to him, looking at the picture as it exited the camera. "Oh, yeah. You're right! It really is cute"

"Told you, sweetheart" Eddie grinned and grabbed your chin.

You instinctually followed and tilted your head up to look at him, shame spreading across your body as you reveled in his little words of praise. "What next?"

"Bend over that desk over there"

Without as little as a hint of hesitation, you walked over to the desk, planted your chest on top of it and pushed your skirt up over your ass. 

"See why I'd think you've done this before?" he laughed and slapped your ass. "I didn't even tell you to lift your skirt"

"You were about to anyway, I'm just ahead of you"

"Such a good, little girl" 

As much as you hated to admit, the way he groped your ass, and his fingers - rough and digging into your skin, it all made you squirm under his touch. You remained motionless and sat there quietly, only your feet wobbling a bit from the uncomfortable position as you allowed him to do his thing. "Can I take these off?" Eddie asked, his pointer finger already hooked behind the little piece of fabric that covered your cunt. 

"Yeah, mhm" you nodded eagerly. "Do what you want"

Maybe you shouldn't have said that. But a part of you forgot about the concert and was too focused on Eddie's touch, on his presence behind you, the fact that you couldn't see him making all your senses go off the rails. 

But a deal was a deal and Eddie wasn't about to break it… that much. After pushing your underwear to the side, the cold air hit your already heated and sensitive core. "Can I see how wet you are, doll?"

You nodded. 

And his finger slipped right in, knuckle deep, his big, silver ring barely visible between your damp, puffy folds. 

"How about two?"

"...ok"

"Three? Can you take three?" Eddie asked, slipping his fingers inside without wasting time to hear your answer. 

A soft moan broke past your lips and your back arched the way he was filling you up, little tears of pleasure gathering at the corners of your eyes. "Eddie" you cried.

"Yeah, puppy?" 

But only a grunt escaped your throat as you let your forehead fall against the desk. 

When he didn't get an answer from you, he just chuckled and the next thing you heard was the sound of the camera going off. 

"Cute" Eddie said, retracting his hand from your pussy. 

The sudden feeling of emptiness made you whine, "That's all?"

"What? Did you want more?"

"I- I thought-" you mumbled, turning around to face him, "I thought you were gonna, I don't know…"

"Do you want me to, doll?"

The way the words almost slipped out of your mouth was pathetic. But you managed to control yourself, and just pushed yourself up and shook your head. "No" you lied. And he could tell. 

"You sure, kitten?"

"Yeah, no. Just take the next pic"

"Ok, last one, sweetheart. Can you get on your knees for me?"

Still visibly disappointed with how he left you hanging, you wordlessly kneeled in front of him. Your hands flew up to grip his thighs and your head fell back, your eyes on his. "Like this?"

"Exactly like that, puppy. You're so good, you know that?" Eddie said, nonchalantly licking your juices off his fingers. "And you taste so sweet, baby"

"Thank you" you weakly smiled as he caressed your cheek. "What, um… what do I do now?"

"Open wide for me, just like that. Can you stay like this for a bit?" Eddie commanded. 

All you could do was nod and follow him with your stare, your heart nearly beating out of your chest when he lowered himself in front of you and grabbed your chin. 

"Do you like this?" 

Yes. No. Fuck, you squeezed your eyes shut for a second then then, much to his absolute pleasure, nodded yes. 

The sheer embarrassment you felt from not being able to answer him as your mouth hung open made the pressure between your legs grow even more unbearable. You wanted him to do something, anything, touch, or at least talk to you, but he just left you there, hanging pathetically and waiting. 

"How about this for the last picture?" Eddie questioned and then shoved his fingers into your mouth. Ring deep and with no warning, he forced your jaw open as he pushed his fingers as far as they could go, making your eyes snap wide open in shock. 

"Easy, sweetheart. Stay still for me, ok? Don't fight it"

But it was impossible, with your airway partially blocked and your gag reflex threatening to act up, your hands found his wrist and squeezed as all you could do was look up into his eyes. 

"Do you like being like this, angel? All good and dumb for me?" 

Your answer came in the form of a blink, your eyebrows also arching upwards, before a cough broke in the back of your throat.

"Easy, doll. Slow down, stop fighting it. Relax, you can do it, you can do it, baby" but he was not helping you, instead pushing down harder onto your tongue, making your eyes water from the lack of oxygen. 

But still, you didn't try to fight him, to pry his hand away or to even distance yourself. You just stood there, choking on his fingers, painfully awaiting the moment he'd figure you'd had enough. 

While he didn't let you off easily, when your throat constricted around his fingers again, he finally retracted his hand. Drunk on the so dearly needed breath of fresh air that rushed down your throat, you fell forward, your cheek against his thigh as you struggled to regain your composure. 

"So good for me, puppy. You listen so well" Eddie cooed, brushing your hair as you refused to pull away from your leg. 

"Eddie…" you pouted, "You didn't take the picture"

"That's ok, doll. How are you? Are you good?"

Still unwilling to move, you nodded against his leg. "Yep"

"What do you want to do next, sweetheart? You can choose for the last picture"

"I don't wanna choose" you shook your head, "Just tell me what to do"

"Is there nothing you want, angel? Not even one thing that crossed that pretty, little head of yours?"

"No"

"Then open up for me again, sweetheart" 

Lazily, you shuffled to the side and settled back into your position on your knees in front of him. This time, he only pried your mouth open a little bit, much for the aesthetic of it all, his fingers on your tongue and his heavy rings against your bottom lip. 

When he brought the camera up, you looked directly into the lens, eyes wide and soft, as you were all but drooling. The way you squirmed once you heard the click of the camera was probably pathetic, but he enjoyed it and you wanted more.

"That's enough" Eddie said, placing the device to the side and squatting down in front of you. "Can you swallow for me?"

You blinked in confusion but burned with enthusiasm, almost moaning out loud when you saw him tower over you and spit down onto your awaiting tongue. 

You didn't question it, didn't even flinch, you just closed your mouth and swallowed as he told you. 

Once done, Eddie helped you up and waited for you to change. Back out at his little security desk, you waited patiently for him to put the yellow bracelet around your wrist. "Thank you"

"Pleasure doing business with you, doll"

Despite rolling your eyes, you couldn't also hide the way your lips curled at the little pet name, suddenly getting to you in a way half an hour ago you couldn't have even imagined. 

"Come with me to the bar, I'll fix you something to drink. On the house" 

"Where was this generosity before?" you teased and stepped inside as he held the door open for you. 

"Don't push it," he playfully threatened. Once inside, Eddie grabbed your hand and guided you back behind the bar. "What do you want to drink, sweetheart?"

You knew what you wanted, but the annoyed looks of the people impatiently waiting their turn distracted you. Eddie noticed it in a heartbeat, the distress in your eyes saying it all. 

"Fuck them" he scoffed, raising his middle finger in their direction as he shielded you with his body. "Just tell me what you feel like drinking"

"Um, a screwdriver, please"

"Coming right up" he said and got to work, only to have you follow him closely like a lost puppy. Too many pairs of judgemental eyes still followed your every move, and without Eddie's attention on you, they felt even more intrusive than before. 

"Eddie, I want to pay for it" you said as you opened your purse, "I feel bad"

"I'm not taking your money, Y/n"

"They're looking at me as if I've committed a crime. I'm not going out there with my free drink that I didn't even have to wait for. Just take my money, Eddie, please!"

That sounded like it pissed him off. Not you, though. They did. You sounded genuinely worried, and he didn't like that. After he finished making your drink, Eddie placed it in front of you and then turned to face the customers. "Before you all get your panties in a bunch, she didn't cut to the front, you're waiting to get served by my colleague, I haven't even started my shift. And even if she had cut in front of you, that would've been fine too, because I said so. If any of you even looks at her the wrong way, you're getting kicked out and banned. Thank you!"

Despite his rant having done its job perfectly since no one dared comment or even keep staring, you barely found it in you to look at him. "Eddie… you didn't have to do that"

"If anyone bothers you, come find me" he said, as if he hadn't even heard you. He just grabbed your glass and placed it between your hands, "Go enjoy the concert, sweetheart"

"Thank you" you meekly said.

"No problem, doll" he grinned and slapped your ass as you turned to walk away. 

Luckily enough with the soundcheck and stage preparations, you managed to find your friends before the second song even started. 

While the music wasn't necessarily your favorite, you still danced your soul out and used the little breaks between songs to listen to your friend vent and fangirl over the vocalist. Tall, long hair and a leather jacket - another thing whose appeal you didn't think you'd see any time soon. 

But the whole thing turned out to be a blast, no one interrupting your dancing sessions and by the time the concert was over, you were all spent, barely able to maintain your balance on your aching feet. 

After collapsing in the nearest booth you found available, one friend who made the happiest choice of the night regarding the shoes and chose a pair of sneakers, sacrificed herself and made her way to the bar while you all waited for her at the table. 

Mostly, the conversation circled around everyone's surprise with how enjoyable the concert actually was. A few other topics had been touched, such as whether they'd party at this bar or not, or if any of the members were single, but when the subject of the price rolled around, you felt personally attacked. 

Without explaining, you excused yourself from the table and stomped your way to the bar, walking behind it like the place belonged to you.

"Eddie, I need to talk to you"

"Not now, sweetheart. I'm a bit busy" he hurriedly spoke, unable to even look at you as he balanced 7 shot glasses between his hands. 

"Now, Eddie!"

"It's gonna have to wait, have a seat" he huffed and dragged a stool over to his side of the bar. "Wait" 

The only thing that kept you from making a scene right then and there was the number of people that were waiting for their drinks. And while you would've very gladly given Eddie a hard time, those people had nothing wrong. So, with a pout and a frown on your face, you sat down and proceeded to wait. 

"What's wrong? Can you tell me what happened?" Eddie eventually said in between orders, still visibly busy and not giving you all the attention you required.

"No" you crossed your arms, "Not like this"

"Did something happen?" he questioned, sounding genuinely worried. He threw the towel in his hand over his shoulder and leaned closer, softly touching your thigh as he spoke. "Tell me if-"

"I'll hit you" you snapped and shoved him. "Take a break"

And that was what he did. As soon as he got a little window of time, he asked his colleague to cover for him and then guided you out from behind the bar, and over to a more secluded corner.

"Ok, what happ-"

"Asshole!" you slapped his cheek - as hard as you could but nowhere near hard enough to do any real damage. "Fuck you!"

"Whoa!" Eddie gasped as he recoiled from the blow, instantly grabbing your wrist to stop you from delivering another blow. "What the hell happened?"

"30 dollars!? You lied to me!"

"Oh, that…"

"Yes! That! You're a fucking asshole!"

"Hey, now. Don't go there" Eddie calmly said, arms going up in a defensive position despite still holding onto your hand. "It was just a bit of fun. You had fun too, didn't you?"

"That's not the point"

"You didn't deny it!"

"Asshole!" you snapped again, this time using your free hand to hit his side. But he grabbed onto this wrist too, pulling you closer to him despite your protests. "Eddie, let me go!"

"No, you're gonna hit me again"

"Yes, I am. You lied to me"

"Ok, I lied" he raised his shoulders and rolled his eyes, "So what? We both had some fun, and you got in for free and also got a free drink. I think it's fair"

"No, it's not fair!" you tried to free yourself but his grip was iron strong. "It's not fair because it wasn't 30 dollars, you lied!"

"It was still 10 dollars, which you didn't have to pay, now did you?"

"I would've paid 10 dollars!"

"But you didn't. I saved you some money. I think you should just thank me, doll" 

"You're unbelievable" you scoffed, turning your head to the side so that you wouldn't have to look at him. 

Eddie however, had a different idea. As he let your wrists go, he cupped your cheeks into his hands so that you'd face him. Despite the annoyed look on your face, your hands traveled up to his sides, grabbing onto his leather jacket as he held you close. 

"Come on, you can't really be upset with me right now, sweetheart."

"Well, I am," you frowned. 

"I'm sorry, dove. It wasn't my intention. I never meant to upset you"

"You wouldn't have lied if you didn't want to upset me"

"I didn't think you'd find out" he chuckled, which deepened your frown. "Hey, look at me" 

"No" you pouted and turned your head to the side, making Eddie have to lean from left to right multiple times in order to meet your eyes.

"Angel, look at me, come on"

"No, Eddie, leave me alone!" you protested, but the smile was audible in your tone. He knew he got to you. 

"Hey, come on. Look at you, all smiling"

"I'm not smiling!" you said, trying to sound serious, but eventually giggled when you finally looked at him.

"There you go! That's my girl!" Eddie laughed and brought you closer, "You forgive me, doll, right?" he asked, lightly rubbing your chin with his thumb.

"No"

"You're a bad liar, sweetheart. I think you didn't even mind in the first place, did you?"

"I did!"

"Then why were you so wet for me, huh?" he grinned.

"I'm mad you lied to me" you sighed, not showing any signs of wanting to distance yourself from him anymore. "You didn't have to do that"

"How was I supposed to know you'd say yes?"

"You should've asked!"

"I'm sorry, baby. I really am" he said softly and then nudged your forehead with his. "Kiss me to make it better?"

"I don't want to kiss you, Eddie, I'm still upset"

"No, you're not" he laughed and leaned in, his lips brushing against yours a couple of times until you couldn't help it anymore. 

"You're an asshole, you know that?" you shook your head in disbelief, unable to contain your nervous laughter. But despite your words, you were still pressed against him, your hands on his waist and your lips inches away from his. 

"I'm fun, sweetheart. Just kiss me"

"Ok, but you're not going to lie to me again!"

"Never!" he swore, all wide eyed and not at all grinning as he did so. 

But you didn't pay too much attention. That promise, however empty, was enough for you to feel completely content with going in for a full kiss. He welcomed you fully, one of his hands finding your ass in no time, squeezing hard enough to bruise. But it only riled you up further as you clung onto him, breathing him in with every single brush of your tongue against his. 

"Ah! My lipstick!" you whined as you pulled away for air. 

"It looks alright, it didn't smudge, don't worry" Eddie smiled, looking at you in awe as you tried to make sure your lipstick didn't get all over your face. 

"The girls said it's blowjob proof, I guess they were right" you giggled when you saw no color transferred to Eddie's lips or your fingers. "That's 5 dollars well spent" 

"See?" Eddie grabbed your ass as he proudly spoke, "And now, thanks to me, you can get two more. I can even help you try them all out. Multiple times, see if they really are blowjob proof."

"How nice of you" you mocked.

"I know, right?" Eddie chuckled and then kissed your temple. "I have to go back to work now, though. You can hang out with me, if you want"

You were about to follow him, but right before he reached the bar, you tugged his sleeve. "Eddie? Can I ask for a favor?"

He blinked in curiosity. "Sure, sweetheart. What is it?"

"You know I told you I have this friend who likes-"

"Who likes the vocalist, yes, I remember"

"Yeah, well… I was wondering if you could introduce them?"

"Yeah, doll. No problem" Eddie said and looked around, "I think they're still in the back, come with me"

And you did. You followed him wordlessly and reveled in the privilege of walking through the "employees only" door. The dark and sticky corridor Eddie dragged you through had absolutely no reason to make you feel as important as it did, but you loved it. And once outside, in the parking lot you yourself had crossed earlier on your way to the concert, as you and Eddie approached the band's van, you still managed to feel important, as if there was business to attend to.

Even talking to the band you couldn't care less about felt empowering, especially the way each member went to shake your hand as Eddie did the introductions. But despite all of them being nothing but a happy and laid back bunch, you still felt the need to cower behind Eddie as he conversed with the vocalist.

Even though they were all heading inside for some well deserved post concert drinks, Eddie made sure to mention the one fan the man absolutely had to meet. 

"This one?" the vocalist, whose name you found out to be Joe, or Joey, asked, pointing at you.

Your eyes went wide, but Eddie only chuckled. "No, she's with me. It's one of her friends, though. She's inside" 

While the band still had a few minutes worth of organizing to do, you and Eddie headed back towards the bar. 

"I'm with you?" you giggled, almost feeling the need to cover your mouth at how giddy his words made you. 

"Aren't you?" Eddie laughed.

"I guess I am" you smiled and resumed your spot on the chair he had brought for you earlier. "Can I help you with stuff? Or is that allowed? I don't know"

"Everything's allowed, sweetheart, but don't worry. Enjoy yourself, I don't need any help. Sit there and be pretty for me"

"I can do that" you wiggled your legs in the air. "And thank you for speaking to Joey. She's gonna be so happy, I'm never going to hear the end of it"

After sending you a knowing smile, Eddie put his arm around your shoulders and kissed your forehead, "Anything for you, sweetheart"

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[i-think-i-did-it-again]

Fuck buddies III

Warning: smut, swearing, rough sex Author's note: I'm sorry Colson is still being a dick but I promise, he'll get better! Thank you for all the love on this story ❤️

It’s been a week since you confessed your feelings to Colson and he walked away. You’ve never felt humiliation like that in your entire life. You stood there for what felt like an hour, trying to process what had just happened. You still have no idea why he was so annoyed at you in the first place. You could understand him not wanting to kiss you because all of your friends were there and you haven’t exactly told them about your friends with benefits arrangement but why was he so distant, cold even?

It’s not like he doesn’t like displays of affection. Even when you’re around your friends, he’ll often snuggle up to you on the couch while you’re watching a movie or ask you to play with his hair. No one has ever really questioned it because he’s a pretty affectionate guy. He likes to hug people hello and goodbye, he kisses you on the lips all the time when he comes to your apartment late at night. Why did your touch bother him so much?

“Hello? Earth to Y/N?” Rook waves his hand in front of your face and you’re drawn back to reality.

Rook didn’t like your radio silence, so he decided to come over and hang out on an unseasonably cold LA Saturday. You’ve been sitting watching old reruns and eating greasy pizza, neither of you really talking. You’re praying he doesn’t bring up last weekend but you just know you’re not that lucky.

“Sorry, just in my own little world I guess,” you apologise and turn back to the TV.

“Are you going to tell me what’s up or are you just going to keep pretending like everything’s fine?” he looks at you, his brows knitted together and his lips pressed into a thin line.

“There’s really nothing to tell. Colson and I got into a dumb fight last weekend and we’re just being stubborn and waiting for the other to apologise first,” you shrug. 

You’ve been practising that explanation all week in the shower. Making sure you sound believable, making sure your voice doesn’t waver, your eyes don’t give away your pain. You know for a fact that no one will question because you know damn well that Colson will never tell anyone what actually happened. He’ll want to pretend that it didn’t, the same as you.

“So you didn’t tell Kells that you’re in love with him?” you choke on your own breath and stare wide eyed at Rook. “He told me when he stormed back to the booth after you left,” Rook explains and continues talking when you don’t say anything. “He was this weird mix of angry and sad, it was weird. I asked him what was wrong and where you were and he just exploded. He told me he’d fuck up and he doesn’t know how to fix it but he didn’t expect you to say what you said and he didn’t want to be the reason you cry. I was confused at first but then he explained what you guys have been…doing.” 

Blood rushes to your cheeks and you look away as you realise that he knows everything. You’re filled with surprise and shame that Colson would open up like that to Rook. You’ve been fuck buddies for almost 6 months now and the whole point of doing it late at night was so no one knew. It wasn’t like it was a ‘rule’ the two of you made, it was more like an unspoken agreement. You made sure not to make it obvious in front of everyone else that something was up, which was hard to do when sometimes you couldn’t sit down the next day because your ass cheeks were raw. You would catch Colson smirking every now and again when you grimaced whenever you tried to sit or stand. 

“You don’t have to be embarrassed or anything, I mean it makes sense,” Rook misunderstands your silence as embarrassment instead of shock.

“No, it’s not that. I mean this isn’t the most comfortable conversation I’ve had with someone, close friend or not. It’s just…well I’m surprised he told you everything. I guess I just thought he was ashamed of what we were doing and that’s why we’d only hook up late at night when he was drunk and horny.” 

Rook laughs and you scowl at him angrily. He holds his hands up in surrender and your expression softens. You’re not really sure how he could’ve possibly found that funny but his phone ringing interrupts you before you can ask him the question on the tip of your tongue.

“Hello? Oh hey you! I’m just hanging with…a friend,” he looks at you with an apologetic smile.

You assume he’s talking to a woman and he doesn’t want her to know he’s hanging out with another female. You silently excuse yourself and head to the kitchen to pretend you’re getting a drink to give him some privacy. You stare at your embarrassingly empty fridge and make a mental note to go grocery shopping at some point this weekend. You grab out a beer for you and Rook and poke your head around the corner to see if he’s still on the phone. He’s scrolling through the TV channels so you come back in and sit beside him. You silently hand him his beer and watch the basketball game he’s put on.

Rook leaves after the game finishes, and he’s drunk half the beers in the fridge, and you continue to half pay attention to the TV. you’re starting to feel the loneliness begin to creep in so you decide to grab your phone to make a grocery list to keep your mind busy. You have a missed call from a number you don’t recognise but they didn’t leave a message so you decide to ignore it. 

Once you’ve made your grocery list, you grab your house keys and head out the door. You open your front door and squeal when something falls onto you. You look down and see a lump of a human at your feet. You bend down to take a closer look and shoot straight back up when Colson’s bleach blond hair spills out of his dark beanie. His eyes are closed so you assume he’s either asleep or passed out until he speaks.

“Are you going to let me in or are you just going to stand there watching me?” he slurs out and your heart sinks when you realise he’s drunk.

“Don’t know if I really want you to come in to be honest,” you mumble as you stare down at him.

He opens his and they’re a strange mix of hurt and bloodshot. He sits up so he’s now leaning against the door frame and you awkwardly stand there, watching him like a caged tiger. You’re waiting for him to say something but when he doesn’t you begin to feel impatient and unsure of yourself.

“Listen Colson, I was actually going out and you’re kind of blocking me in so if you have something to say, just hurry up and spit it out.” 

You switch from one foot to the other uncomfortably and he laughs. Your cheeks flush and you’re tempted to kick him but you resist as it would probably just make things worse. He hauls himself to his feet with a grumble and you step back to create some distance between the two of you. Colson misreads this as an invitation to come in and closes the door behind him. 

You don’t even see him coming until suddenly his hands are wrapped in your hair and he’s slamming you against your front door. He collides his lips with yours and the breath is literally sucked from your body. His lips are desperate against yours and you’re trying so hard to resist him until he bites your bottom lip. You yelp and he rams his tongue into your mouth. He’s fighting with your resistance, using his strength and the weight of his body to hold you against the door. You want to hate every second of it but you love dominant Colson so much that it’s hard to fight back.

“Stop fucking resisting,” he growls against your cheek.

He grabs a handful of your hair and tugs. You cry out and he grins, pressing his crutch against your pelvis. He runs his teeth against the skin of your neck and you shudder. He flicks his tongue out every now and you shiver with pleasure. You shove against his chest and he tugs your hair again but you don’t cry out this time. Instead you grit your teeth and scowl at him. He flips you over suddenly and slams you back against the door. He holds the back of your head and reaches around to unbutton your jeans. He pulls them down roughly until the pool at your ankles. He runs his fingers up the back of your leg before swatting at your ass cheek. You call out and he presses you harder against the door.

“Tell me how much you love it,” he orders you as you scrunch your eyes closed. When you don’t say anything, he pulls your panties down and smacks you again, harder this time. “Say it!”

“I love when you spank me Colson!” you cry out as your eyes water.

“Call me daddy,” he groans as he presses his hard dick against your butt.

“I love when you spank me, daddy.” 

He groans louder before pulling away and smacking your ass cheek again. You yelp at the sting and he hits you again. He lets go of your head and kneels behind you. He lifts your leg to pull your jeans all the way off, doing the same with the other leg. He stands back up and grabs you by the back of the neck and leads you to your bedroom. He kicks the door closed behind him and pulls his t-shirt off.

“Kneel,” he instructs you as he kicks his Converses off. You follow his instruction and kneel beside your bed. He stands in front of you and you look up at him, waiting for him to speak. “Unbuttons my pants,” you do as you’re told. “Take them off,” he points to his black briefs and you do it. “Suck him,” he grits through his teeth.

You grab his throbbing cock and wrap your lips around the tip. He sucks in a sharp breath and you flick your tongue against his throbbing vein. You tease him, sucking softly, working your tongue lightly over his tip and just below his tip. As soon as he moans, you stop sucking and flick your tongue. You’re enjoying your new game until Colson grabs you by the throat and hauls you to your feet.

“I said fucking suck it, not make out with it!” he yells, throwing you onto your bed. You try to get up but he jumps on top of you and holds your arms down. “Do it properly or I will spank you so hard, you won’t be able to sit for a month. You got it?”

“Yes daddy,” you spit through gritted teeth.

He straddles your chest and you lift your head so you can take his dick back in your mouth. You suck hard this time, bobbing your head up and down while Colson moans above you. You press his cock so far down your throat that gag on it and this only turns him on even more. He begins to throat fuck you, ignoring your gags and choking. Finally he pulls out of your mouth and you gasp for breath, rasping and coughing.

“That’s what you get for teasing me, don’t ever fucking do it again,” he threatens you and pulls himself off your chest. 

He tears your t-shirt from your body, literally rips it in two, and throws it to the floor. He pulls you up by your arms so he can unhook your bra and then he pushes you back down. He uses his thumb and forefingers to pinch your nipples and you cry out in a mixture of pleasure and pain. He flicks your nipples, making you convulse off the bed. You’re writhing and moaning under his skilled fingers. He attaches his lips to your neck and sucks hard, marking you. He flicks his tongue to soothe your tender skin. He kisses his way up to your ear and nibbles your earlobe. You close your eyes, enjoying the feeling of him on top of you.

“Just so you know, this is the last time, so savour the moment,” he whispers in your ear and your eyes spring open. 

You try to sit up but Colson’s body is holding you down against your mattress. You try again but he won’t let you move. You’re trying so hard to thrash against him, you don’t care if he spanks you so hard you can’t sit for a month, you need to look at him, you need him to not do this.

“Let me up!” you scream at him but he doesn’t budge. “Colson, get the fuck off me!” 

You push your hands against his chest but he just wraps his hand around your wrists and holds them above your head. You can feel the tears threatening to spill over and you’re trying so hard to hold them back. Even though you hate just being Colson’s fuck buddy but having any type of intimacy with him is better than nothing. You know you’re just torturing yourself but you don’t care. Colson finally looks at you and for the first time, you notice the dark circles under his eyes. He looks like he hasn’t slept in a week.

“Wh-why? I don’t want to stop,” you know you sound desperate but you can’t stop the whine in your voice.

“I’m not…what you want. I’m not good for you,” he looks away from you and your stomach twists. 

“I don’t give a fuck! If this is about what I said the other night, I didn’t mean it. I take it back!” 

His head whips back to you and he lets your wrists go. He scrambles off you like you just burnt him and you’re so confused. You sit up, pulling your knees to your chest, and watch him. He grabs his boxers and pulls them on. He yanks his jeans on next and you want to say something but you’re not sure what. You don’t want him to leave. This is what he always does. As soon as things get too real, he runs.

“D-don’t l-leave, p-please?” your voice cracks as you beg him. 

He looks at you and his eyes soften. The tears you’ve been fighting to hold back finally slip from your eyes and you’re so utterly embarrassed and broken. He takes a tentative step towards you and the floodgates break. A soft sob crawls its way up your throat and your body begins to shake. Colson sits on the edge of your bed and hesitates for a second before he pulls you to him. You swing your leg over his lap so you’re straddling him. He holds you against his chest and you bury your face in the crook of his neck and he strokes your hair.

“Shhh, it’s ok baby, I’m here. I’m not leaving,” he soothes you softly.

You let him hold you, soaking in every piece of information so that you can remember this moment forever. The feeling of his fingers in your hair, the sound of his breathing in your ear, the smell of his cologne mixed with weed, the rise and fall of his chest against yours. The moment is borderline perfect and your mind is turning to mush from the pure endorphins coursing through your veins.

“I’m sorry,” you hiccup against his throat.

“For what?” he sounds confused but he keeps stroking your hair.

“Telling you I love you.”

“Fuck Y/N,” he groans and throws his head back.

“What?” you pull back to look at him and his angry glare is back.

“I-I don’t want you to take it back! I don’t give a fuck that you said it! It doesn’t mean shit to me either way. Love me, don’t love me, it doesn’t change a fucking thing!” he screams and shoves you away from him.

You scramble to your feet, covering your bare chest with your arms. He's so angry, you hardly recognise him. Where did the fun, easy going guy you fell in love with go? He just seems so cold now. You stare at him stunned, the tears coming in wave after wave now. You feel your chest tightening and breathing is getting harder and harder to do. You imagine this is what a panic attack may feel like but you can’t be too sure. You’re too focused on watching Colson dress, mumbling and cursing under his breath. You just stand there dumbfounded, trying to find the words to make him stop but not having the physical strength to say anything. You feel this overwhelming weight begin to crash down on you and all you can do is stand there and take it. Colson doesn’t even look at you as he storms out of your bedroom. 

‘This is the last time, so savour it.’

#colson baker #machine gun kelly #mgk #tickets to my downfall #mgk imagine #ttmdf #colson x reader #colson baker imagine #machine gun kelly imagine #mgk x reader #est19xx #mgkxx #colson baker x reader #machine gun kelly x reader #good mourning #mgk fanfic #mgk smut #mgk angst #mgk rough

[mikkokomori]

aoasgukfhoijfdif i wanna hear your Omari thoughts period especially more abt how kel, hero and aubrey is doing

ua......... aheem...... I'd love to........... I don't ever have the courage to talk about it unless someone asks, which is really rare......so.... thank you.......

I'll probably only provide as much information as I can remember for those three, so if you have any questions, just send them in :3c...... I'll answer as best as I can ehe....

Kel Montoya: The Melancholic Replacement

Made to handle the burden of his brothers role as the golden child, Kel must now take on the responsibility of becoming a doctor. His cheerfulness has been dimming for quite some time now, and thanks to Aubrey one day finding him breaking down in the secret hangout before helping him back up, he's more mellowed out and honest with his feelings-- to a certain extent.

Despite constantly finding himself on the receiving end of both praise and degradation, Kel often finds himself lamenting over the old days. If you try to bring up anything related to his interests, hobbies, or his school subjects, expect him to give you the stink eye before stomping away. Being forced away from the things he once loved and into something that's expected of him is something he doesn't like to talk about. Especially when it ends up with his nose bleeding out in the dead of night under piles of books.

"Hey, are you alright? You've been looking a little pale as of late...." Kel felt his face flush at her worry, turning away from embarrassment. He was too ashamed, and as if she knew what his reaction meant, then that meant she wouldn't be taking too kindly to what the implications meant. "Have you seriously been staying up all night again? I thought you learned from the last time, Kel!" The pink haired girl shook her head in disbelief. "Rather than almost landing yourself back in the hospital again, why don't you take a break?!" "I- I did!!" His voice cracked in a high-pitched tone. "Just-- just give me a moment- I'm almost finished with this!" That was what he said, though they both knew that he would end up face-first bleeding onto messily scribbled on notes. Through a silence filled with disagreement, her gloved hand pulled him away from the desk and threw over his winter garments at him. "Get dressed. We're gonna go visit Mari today! She's back in town!" Kel felt himself slightly cringe at the mention of her name. Had it not been for the fact he did not want to disappoint Aubrey or come off as rude, he would've instantly refused. He had never been as close to Mari as he once believed to have been... so while it was a surprise to hear that she was here, it did not mean he wanted to see her-- especially with how distressed his brother seemed to appear after he had asked him about her after what happened. Leave it to his mind to begin overthinking things for him. With a grimace and a sigh, he meekly responded. "Fine..... only if you bring some snacks next time you visit...."

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Aubrey Lee: The False Comfort

Once upon a time, a young blonde, hot-headed girl found a small boy crying alone in secret. Realization having struck her, she vowed to herself to take on the burden of being a beacon of joy and hope for those around her, to lessen the burden of the boy before her. Thus, no one will ever feel saddened around her again-- even if the anger boils underneath the mask.

Dolling herself up, she's made quite a reputation for herself- though you'll never know if it's good or bad. Packing her things up and carrying BunBun in a cage, she disappeared from her home and now resides in Basils abode, much to the aforementioned boys distaste. With the freedom to do as she pleases now, she runs around with her new group of friends around town when the others are busy, curating experiences for everyone to enjoy! She can be quite a handful for those who lack in the self-care department though, so be careful! You wouldn't want to end up like her, right?

"Oii... remember what your grandma said about the black hair-dye, Romeo...." She grinned at seeing the boy stiffen like a hair-raised cat, dropping the dye on the floor. "Why do you have the nerve to sneak into my room uninvited? Mind your business Aubrey!" Basil hissed out, face flushing red either from being flustered or perhaps angered-- maybe even both. "I'm just throwing this away! There's nothing left inside the thing..." "You must've used it to hell and back if that's the case," she threw herself onto his bed, an irritated grunt in response from the boy, "not surprised though! It was obvious you did it on your own with no guide." She grabbed on to a random book he had on his nightstand and flipped through pages, ignoring the way the other angrily muttered out curses as he swatted off Aubrey's shoes. Whatever books Basil read, they always had some sort of bitter ending for them... guess it matched up with how he's like currently. There are times when she wishes things could go back to normal. Watch Basil and Kel live off like how they used to, one always rambling about his favorite things and the other running around, excitedly looking for cool bugs. Though, she could not blame them. With how things ended up being, it was only fair that both of them closed themselves off, especially the boy in front of her. She wondered though. Would he have been happy to see her trying for the both of them? "Do you think it would've been better if things were different?" She muttered quietly. Basil watered the tulip on his desk quietly. "....maybe if we had never gotten the violin." Aubrey hummed after a few seconds of silence. "I wonder if he's proud of us right now."

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Hero Montoya: The Mourning Charmer Traitor

Why did he do it? Why did he do it? Why did he do it? Why did he do it? Why did he do it? Why did he do it? Why did he do it? He was supposed to be the big brother of the group. Why did he do that to him? Why would he ever listen to her? Please, O' God, let him fall to his knees and drop dead to repent for his sins.

You're close to the truth, but not quite. It's alright, big brother will help you out. I'll tell you what happened, but there isn't enough evidence for you to use. I'm sorry for lying.

"Since when were you an obedient dog following her lead?" Hero meekly looked away, feeling the shame and guilt crawl up his back. It was only a matter of time he was closed in on, especially when Mari hasn't been here in so long. "I....I just.... you all were so young.... I didn't want you to know....." "A cover up is still a cover up. You realize things will only get worse from here, don't you?" He mournfully glared down at the ground. "Even so...... it's a fitting ending for the both us."

#OMARI AU #A Sisters Mourning AU #omori au #omori #omori basil #omori aubrey #omori kel #omori hero #omori spoilers #anon asks #miko talks

[jaywh]

Hello can i request child reader saying prompt 1 from your event to tartaglia hurt/comfort?

"I don't want to be alone."

Tartaglia + Prompt 1

warnings: (implied) bad familial relationship

100 follower event / last day to req is sep 19

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The cold breeze along with rain droplets hit a certain harbinger during a walk out in Liyue harbour.

Childe had a few things he had to get done. Though it was already midnight, he wanted to get a couple of side missions done before resting.

A small shop he passed by caught his attention. They had umbrellas in stock, and why would he pass on that opportunity? The harbinger was already soaking wet, but at least he could dry off until he reached his destination.

Walking back out of the shop, umbrella in hand, Childe heard some shuffling. It was faint, barely audible through the sound of rain, yet he still heard something– Or perhaps, someone.

He stopped in his tracks, and looked around for the person in question. It was actually a child, you. The abrupt stop in the ginger's footsteps made you freeze aswell.

The two of you locked eyes.

Tartaglia smiled, in hopes of not scaring you, and started approaching you. It worked, but you were still nervous, biting the inside of your lip.

"Hey there kiddo." He waved with a close eyed smile. "It's strange seeing you here so late at night. What are you, uh... doing out here?" Upon closer inspection, you were without your guardians.

Once the both of you were close enough, Childe tilted the umbrella to cover you. Some water droplets started to hit his back, but it was futile.

You just stared up at him, heartbeat increasing with fear. Childe knew he had to get you comfortable somehow, so he led you to a nearby bench to rest. This time the rain was hitting his shoulder instead of his back.

"You remind me of my other siblings, they just get so shy sometimes. It's nothing to be ashamed about though, it's normal." The harbinger let out a heartwarming laugh. "Hey."

His tone held worry. "Did you have any plans tonight? Meeting anyone? I'm scared that you're just out here by yourself." Childe looked at you with concern, begging for an answer. He did not get one.

"Do you need any help?" Upon observing you, you only looked up at him, at his umbrella, and back at him. You seemed like you wouldn't like to be questioned, so Childe wordlessly handed you the umbrella.

Your hands touched for a split second while the umbrella was being passed to you. You two stared at each other for a few moments. "I uhh, assume you don't want me around anymore. Be careful, make sure you get home safely."

He nodded to reassure you before standing up and turning away. You stared at his back, fidgeting in your seat, bothered by how shy you are. Just... Just do it..!

"Wait!" Tartaglia turned back around, shocked that you spoke up last second. "I-I..."

He stayed in place, not to close yet not too far. "Do you need something? I can help you?" He kept offering his help.

"I don't..." Childe became quiet, anticipating your answer. "I don't want to be alone."

The harbinger hesitated, processing your response. "Ahh, I see. No worries, I'll stay by your side." He walked up to you as you sniffed. Childe couldn't see your face under the huge umbrella he gave you until he sat down once again.

"My p-parents..." You almost whined. Childe looked at you, having some questions. Yet he stayed quiet as your arm reached to wipe your eyes. You felt a comforting hand on your back.

Childe realized the problem quickly enough. He wasn't stupid. He saw the way you flinched when he raised his arm to wave at you earlier. He saw those bruises on your arms when he first walked up to you. Now, he pieced everything together...

"Hey... Let's forget about your family for a second. I'm here, I'm here for you." You felt his hand pet your back softly. His other hand was held out for you, and you grabbed onto it, squeezing it as you shamefully tried to hold back tears.

"They're... not nice..." You mumbled through hiccups. His hand gently squeezed yours aswell. "I'm sure they aren't." Childe looked at you. It felt like a stab to his heart. A child like you never should have to go through this kind of stuff.

"What's your name?" He asked you. You looked up at him, sniffing before responding. "Y/n."

Childe giggled. "Nice to meet you Y/n. I'm Tartaglia, but you can just call me Ch–... You can just call me Ajax." He recieved another sniffle plus a smile to his introduction.

The harbinger pat your head. "Do you wanna meet my family? We can all become friends– Wait, no..." He thought for a second. "...You're more like a sibling to me. We can all be a nice happy family and have a nice dinner together! You can eat as much as you like, how does that sound?" Tartaglia could wait another day to complete some silly missions.

Ajax sounded so cheerful, you didn't have the heart to say no. That day, was the first time you truly felt happiness.

#genshin impact x reader #genshin #genshin impact #genshin x reader #childe x reader #tartaglia x reader #ajax x reader

[unluckyhoneybee]

Sex Education: Adults. (LN)

Part 11. You and Lando have to face the reality. Angst+Fluff.

MASTERLIST.

Previous part: Car Rides and Tears.

Note: I think this part is shorter than usual.

Warning: none, I think.

Lando POV.

Media day. She was looking great. She always did on media day. Her black and white Alfa shirt fitted perfectly. She was laughing with Valtteri and she looked amazing.

"Hey kid. Why are you looking at..." Daniel was cut by a sudden hit on my shoulder.

George. He had walked next to me hitting me on the process.

"Hey. What is going on with him? He was all grumpy this morning"

I looked at him, walking past YN and not even looking at her. She followed him with her eyes and sighed. I couldn't take her off my mind. She sounded so broken on the phone aabd she looked so defeated in the car. She was ready to let the friendship go. And stupid George couldn't see what he had done to her.

"I don't know, mate. A bad day, I suppose" I answered to Danny. I just wanted to go and talk to George. To fucking slap him for hurting YN.

"Yeah, maybe."

The day went on a blur. I couldn't almost talk to YN. We were both busy. But I had seen her trying to say hi to George and the idiot turning around and ignoring her. So I was decided to talk to him.

I found him walking around the paddock right in front of his motor home.

"George"

There wasn't as many people around as in the morning. It was late in the afternoon.

He turned and looked at me, then scoffed and tried to walk away, but I grabbed his arm.

"What do you want Norris?"

"I want to to stop being a dick to YN" I was direct. I wasn't playing. We were adults and we could solve it like that.

He laughed and I felt my blood boil.

"It's none of your business"

"It is."

He tried to walk away but I grabbed his arm.

"I'm..."

"You are what? Dating YN? You are not"

That hurt. That stupid thing hurt. I swallowed the knot on my throat and fixed my cap.

"Well, I may not be dating her, but we are... Yes. You know what we are doing, George. I care about her and I'm in this with her"

George laughed again and I let my hand fall from his arm.

If he keeps doing that...

"Two of my best friends are fucking behind my back, yeah"

"Did you want us to fuck in front of you? You'd like it or something?"

He gave me a look that could burn entire cities.

"I would have liked to know! Because both of you lied!"

"How?"

"Well, she kept telling me how she was hooking up with this guy but at the same time she was telling me she liked you and kissing you in front of my nose. She fucking lied, Lando. I knew you were doing this and she still lied to me."

I saw his eyes. He was hurt.

"Mate..."

"I don't want to hear a word from any of you"

He tried to walk away.

"George, stop please"

"No, Lando"

"YN called me crying last night. She was devasted."

He stopped. If he was his friend he would csre about YN.

"She wanted to tell you. She didn't do it because of me"

George looked at me.

"Why?"

"B-because we have rules, George. We have this rule about not telling anyone"

"Why? Why is it that bad? Are you ashamed of..."

"No, no, no!" I threw my hands up. "Let me speak, fuck."

"What do you have to say?"

I looked around. Would it be too bad if I slapped him?

"I'm not going to tell you what this is about, okay? Not without her because I don't know if she wants me to. But... I was embarrassed at first. Not because of her, okay? She respected me and she was so... Understanding. I don't know, George. You know her. You know how she is. So when we talked about this thing being a secret... If she didn't told you it's because of me. It was my fault." I took a deep breath" Forgive her, George. She was so broken last night. She thinks you won't be friends anymore, George. I had to take her out of the hotel because she called me crying. Just let her explain herself"

"You like her?"

"What? Yes" it wasn't worthy denying it.

"They why do you keep it secret?"

"George..."

"If you'd grow some balls you would and ask her out, but instead she is fucking hiding because you are stupid and want to keep it secret." George sighed. "I will think about it"

He left me speachless and with a knot on my stomach. If I didn't ask her out was because she was way too important. I already had her, I loved what we had and I couldn't risk to loose it. I couldn't loose her.

He walked away and this time I didn't stop him.

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I knocked softly at the door. It took her a good couple of minutes to open. Her eyes were red and puffy and she was covered in towels.

"Hi"

"Hey, can I..."

She moved to the side and invited me in. We haven't talked in the whole day and I didn't knew what to do. I always felt so awkward with her.

She closed the door and walked to me, her lip shook and she left herself fall on my chest.

"He has ignored me the whole day"

I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her impossibly close.

"He is stupid." I muttered and kissed her wet hair.

"It hurts so much, Lando"

I closed my eyes. George's words were still stuck in my mind.

"I know, I know"

She was wetting my clothes, but I couldn't care less. I wanted her, I really really liked her. She was probably the only person that had ever cared about me the way she did.

"I wanted to talk to him and..."

"I did" I told her.

She looked up. Carefully, I cleaned her tears with my thumb.

"I-I tried to get him to talk to you. To let you explain and all."

She stopped crying.

"What did he said?"

I swallowed.

"H-he would think about it. But I think he will talk to you" I told her. "He will understand"

She closed her eyes and pressed her forehead on mine. I hugged her waist.

"I don't know..."

"Listen, I can spend the night here with you. Okay? And tomorrow we will talk to him."

She nodded and jumped slightly, pressing a fast kiss on my lips.

"Um... Do you think we should talk?"

"Do you want to?" I felt a knot in my belly.

"About what we will tell him".

I tried so hard to not sigh on relief. I wasn't ready, no. I couldn't talk to her about my feelings. I wasn't ready to face it.

"Okay, get dressed"

I kissed her lips and patted her ass softly, she giggled and I blushed. She was lovely.

"Wash your face"

I waited for her on the sofa in the main room, my hands a bit sweaty and the nerves in my stomach.

She came put of the bathroom a couple of minutes later, only her panties on and brushing her hair. She walked in front of me and kneeled next to the suitcase.

I was speachless. She was almost naked in front of me. And it felt so domestic. I felt like this was meant to be. It was like looking through a window and seeing what being with her would be like.

She took her clothes and moved around. She caught me staring and she reached to my face. She pinched my cheek and I blushed even more. She was so perfect. I grabbed her hand and kissed her knuckles before letting her go. She put the hoodie on and went to the bathroom again. I heard the hairdryer.

Shaking. I was really shaking.

"Lando? Are you okay?"

I looked up. She had come back.

"Oh, yes. Yes."

She smiled and leaned to kiss my forehead.

"Thank you for letting me cry again."

"It's nothing." She sat next to me and ran his fingers thro my hair.

I closed my eyes for a second and leaned closer. She got the hint and kissed my lips softly.

"I want him to know the truth. The whole thing" She whispered.

I nodded. She was so close, but I needed her closer. With my hand around her back, I pulled her to my side and hugged her close.

"We will tell him that we had this agreement for learning, discovering new stuff. And that it's awesome because we did it in a healthy and respectful way" I told her.

She looked at me.

"Don't put that face. It happened like that." I smiled and she smiled too.

"It's awesome, yes." She got comfortable and hugged my body. "And we have fun."

"A lot of fun"

"And we learned a lot of stuff"

"Mhm. I would even let you tell him I didn't know how to finger a girl"

She chucked and looked at me.

"Wow, what a gentlemen"

"I would only do it if you'd let me tell him you needed a bit help with riding."

She gasped and chuckled. "You little rat"

"Sorry, missy. There's nothing free in this life" I said laughing, genuely happy to had make her laugh too.

She cupped my face and kissed me.

"Kisses are still free, right?"

She straddled me and kissed me again.

"I can make and exception for you" I whispered on her lips as I let her kiss me.

She started with soft pecks that slowly navigated to slow making out, tongues plating together and YN comfortably sitting on me. No bigger intentions. Just kissing. And it was so fucking nice.

I always got that feeling that our thing was purely sexual. That there was nothing more. But then every time I was with her, she made me feel like a little kid. She made me nervous, she made me laugh and actually have a good time. Even if it was while we were washing out teeth. She always let me stay after our lessons, put a silly film and watched it with me. And now she had climbed on my lap and was just kissing me and it all made sense.

She pulled back after minutes and looked into my eyes.

"Thank you for talking to him"

"It's nothing. I actually saw how he treated you"

"Did you? Were you looking at me?" She said half joking.

"Yes. I was worried."

She bit her lip and gave me anither kiss, humming softly on my mouth and stroking my cheeks. I grabbed her by the waist and pulled her even closer, then pushed myself a bit until we were laying in the sofa. She pulled back and pressed her forehead on mine.

"This is nice" She whispered.

I wanted to speak, but words didn't left my mouth. I felt like a coward for not telling her. I just wanted to tell her, but fear of loosing her was bigger. And when I looked down she had already fallen asleep. I kissed her forehead and pulled her close. On her sleepy state, she lifted her leg and wrapped it around my hip, trapping me between the sofa and her body.

Not that I would complain. I was in heaven then.

.......................................

I heard a noise, then another, and finally a loud fuck.

"I'm coming, I'm coming"

I opened my eyes and looked around. YN's bedroom. We slept in the sofa. I love her.

I sat and looked around. The noise was the door. Someone was knocking and was in a hurry.

"I said I'm coming!"

I chuckled and looked at her. Bare legs, big hoodie and messy hair. She was a dream.

She opened the window and I think both of us gasped.

George.

"Oh fuck" He said looking at her and then at me.

YN turned to me.

"You are awake"

I nodded and got up, maybe to fast because I felt dizzy for a second.

"Is it a bad moment?" George said.

"Um... No. We just woke up. Come in."

YN close the door behind George and he looked at me. He was nervous. It was usual to see George nervous.

YN walked to the bedroom and came out with sweats on.

"I can't have a serious conversation without trousers."

She made us both laugh, the tension in the room dissipating a bit.

"Nice. Sit, George."

George sat in a chair and YN made a gesture so I would sit to. I obeyed and observed her getting some tea ready.

My phone lit with a message

George: I won't tell her. But you should. You'll end up hurting her.

I looked at him and nodded. I hated to admit it, but he was right.

"Okay..."

YN filled three cups and sat next to me, in front of George. I felt her patting my leg for a second.

"Thank you for coming, George"

He smiled a bit.

"I will let you explain."

"Thank you"

YN took a deep breath and looked at me. I gave her hand a little squeeze and she started talking.

"Okay. George... I-I'm sorry"

George looked at his hands.

YN had nothing to be sorry about.

"I wanted to tell you but Lando and I had previously talked about not telling anyone and I didn't want to... I don't know. Betray him or something."

George nodded.

"Lando told me. He sold the story pretty well" He said laughing a bit.

I bit down a smile and YN looked at me. Then grabbed my hand on the table and I almost choke.

"I'm gonna tell you the truth. Straight. Okay? If you laugh, I will probably punch you"

George lift his hands and waited patiently.

"We have been having sex to learn."

George lifted his eyebrows in surprise.

"To learn about having sex?"

I blushed hard.

"Yes. Um. Lando came once because there was something he wanted to know and one thing lead to another and we ended up hooking up regularly. For learning. Educational purposes."

George bit is lip.

"So... It's like a Sex Education program"

It sounded a bit stupid, yes.

"Kind of" I added.

"See, George. I-I feel so comfortable with him. The sex is amazing and we built this on respect. It's... I don't know. It works. We understand each other. And it really is awesome. We have a doubt or something we want to try and we go and try it together and..."

"YN..." I tried to stopped her.

"Enough" George laughed.

"Oh sorry"

We stayed in silence.

"So... You are fuck buddies but for learning. Like classmates."

"Yes?" Each time he opened his mouth, it seemed weirder.

"And... You are happy"

"So happy" YN said and I felt my heart beating fast.

"And nobody else knows?"

"Nope" I said.

"And you plan on telling anyone?"

"Not yet" She said.

I looked at George and he looked at me. What did she meant?

"Okay"

YN looked at me.

"Do you want to say something, Lando?"

"I'm sorry, George. She didn't told you because of me"

"No, it's okay. Don't be sorry. I understand. It just hurt because you were kind of obvious. And I knew and you both kept lying and... I don't know. Carmen almost kills me through the phone. She said I did it in the worst way possible."

"So... Are we okay?" I could feel the fear on her voice.

"Of course we are, come here"

They got up and hugged and felt a huge weight falling from my shoulders. Then George gave me a look. He gave me The Look. And I just nodded.

It was a get your shit together, Lando look. I had to tell her. It was the best for us.

Feelings and lots of feelings.

Next part: To the limit, Pt1

#Lando norris #Ln #F1 #Fic #Sex ed

[pocminiseries]

Sweet Like Honey|3

Library♡

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It was late when Makina found herself wandering down a row of slightly dusty books that she knew hadn't been looked at in months. If it wasn't for a paper due in two weeks for her anatomy class, she wouldn't even have been there to begin with.

However, she had a thing with wanting to get things done early than to be rushing to meet a deadline at the last minute.

It was quiet with the library being almost empty around this time and Makina welcomed the silence.

As her eyes scanned over the many books on the shelves, her mind begin to wander back to the party that was held almost two weeks ago and the fact that she had been ignoring Jungkook ever since.

In fact, whenever Makina would see him, she'd practically run in the opposite direction because she was ashamed.

Ashamed that she had slutted herself out for a man she barely even knew. She couldn't shake the memory of her being on her knees, swallowing his dick as if it was a tasty ass orange creme popsicle. Not to mention having him call her 'mommy'.

She wanted to smack herself.

However, Makina couldn't deny the way her body seemed to react to what had happened that night. While she may have felt embarrassed by what she did, she couldn't front like it wasn't the sexiest shit she had ever experienced.

Even now she found herself squeezing her thighs together for some type of friction. It was ridiculous the control Jungkook had over her already. And seeing him around campus made it no better.

Jungkook however seemed unfazed. The man had made no attempt to even try to question Makina on why she was acting funny, in fact, he acted as if she never existed. If he were to see her around, he made no effort to acknowledge it and Makina wasn't quite sure how felt about that. She may have been ignoring him but to see him act as though she was completely invisible just didn't sit right with her.

"Fuck him," She mumbles to herself with a roll of her eyes. "He isn't that damn fine,"

"Who isn't?"

Upon hearing a familiar voice behind her, Makina whipped around with a bored look on her face. "You," She replies after a few seconds.

Jungkook smiled in return, leaning against the bookshelf. "You only say that because you're mad at yourself,"

"Why would I possibly be mad sir?" Makina shoots back sarcastically, placing her hands on her waist.

"Mad because you can't stop thinking about me and probably because of what happened that night," He states matter of factually. "Which is crazy in my opinion because I regret nothing,"

"Yeah? Well, that's you. I know better," For the life of her, Makina couldn't figure out why she did what she did so easily. She had never acted like that before in her life until she met him.

Jungkook stared at her for a few seconds as her face morphed along with every emotion that she was currently feeling. He was aware that she had been going out of her way to stay away from him and he in return chose to respect it. However, he could no longer resist not talking to her. His mind wouldn't let him.

"Then I suggest you get over it because we made a deal remember? I'm yours now,"

"Excuse me?" She blinked, taken back by his boldness once more.

Standing up to his full height, Jungkook moved toward Makina until he invaded her personal space. "You heard me Makina. We're far from being done,"

Makina stared up at him as she ignored the throb in between her thighs. She knew for a fact her pussy was leaking at this point. How could he be so submissive yet dominant at the same time confused her? "Stop running from me," He tells her, watching Makina place her hands on his chest in an attempt to have some type of space between them.

"And if I don't? Then what?"

It was the fact that Makina had no clue of the door she opened when she decided to approach Jungkook that day. The beautiful woman didn't know how much of her world would be turned upside down once she told him what she wanted. That the moment their lips met, she had sealed her fate.

"Be honest with me Makina. You've never wanted someone so badly until you met me, am I right?" He questions, fully aware of what her answer would be. "That's why you run because you're afraid you'll crave me too much,"

In defeat, Makina closed her eyes, releasing a breath through her nose as realization finally set in. He was right. If she could be in this man's skin she would be. She wanted so badly for him to bend her over one of the tables and fuck her as she deserves.

He made her want to do the nasty things imaginable and it drove her crazy.

"Look at me mommy..."

Jungkook watched Makina bite her lip at his words before she opened her eyes to meet his gaze. "You do magic don't you?" She chuckles to herself, feeling him wrap his arms around her waist. The sexual attention them was almost mind blogging to Makina. In a way, she is almost scared to let go and allow Jungkook to help her fulfill every fantasy she's had. Scared that she'll be stuck on this man like gorilla glue.

For a second, Jungkook smiled down at her just before his lips found hers, leading her into a kiss that made her instantly melt into him. Her lips were soft as they moved against his in a way that had Makina weak in the knees. Even when she allowed his tongue to enter her mouth, she felt as if Jungkook was trying to snatch her soul with his lips alone.

He shouldn't be kissing her like this. Not as intimate and intense as he was. Did he want her obsessed with him?

"Come on," He instructs breathlessly once he pulled away from her. Makina said nothing, letting him take her to wherever he had in mind, her assignment long forgotten.

They walked until Jungkook found a section furthest in the back of the library that was dimly lit and shielding them away from wandering eyes. He wasted no time trapping Makina between him a single table that was hidden behind a bookshelf.

"Take them off," He softly demands, tugging up her maxi dress until it bunched around her waist. "Please,"

It was the neediness in his voice that had her moving at the speed of light to do what he asked. Taking her panties and putting them in his pocket, Jungkook lifted her up and gently sat her on top of the table as he stood between her legs. "I didn't bring any protection..." He trails off, leaving room for her to say no in case she didn't want things to progress further.

"It's fine, I'm on the pill," She instantly replies back as her fingers hooked into the waistband of his sweatpants, pulling them down until his dick was free. "Fuck me,"

Removing his shirt, Jungkook wasted no time pulling her closer to the table's edge and opening Makina's leg wider while she leaned back on her forearms. "We have to be quiet," He warns, using the tip of his dick to move up and down her coated lips, slightly pushing past them to tease at her clit.

Makina simply nodded, biting her bottom lip in an attempt to be quiet. However, the task proved to be almost impossible once he aligned with her opening and slowly pushed inside her, making her close her eyes tightly.

"Don't do that," He sexily hisses, feeling her walls grip around him the further he went. There was no doubt his fingers would leave a mark on the back of her thighs with how tightly he held them but he couldn't help it. She was so damn wet and warm that Jungkook knew he wasn't going to last long.

His eyes remained on her as he pulled out and slid back in, focusing on the way her head dropped back each time he entered her. The sound of her wetness filled the air around him as he picked up his rhythm, snapping his hips at an angle that pulled a grunt from his opened mouth.

He didn't understand why she felt as good as she did. Her sleek walls pulsated around his dick so deliciously that it was driving him almost insane. The type of pleasure he felt being inside of Makina was borderline earth-shattering. So much so that he couldn't stop his soft cries from slipping past his lips.

Gripping at his forearms, Makina opened her legs wider, letting Jungkook go even deeper causing her to let out a moan louder than she intended. "It's so hard..." She shutters with need, feeling him watch her much gratification. He felt nothing short of ecstasy, so much so that Makina wanted to cry out to the world how good he was making her feel.

The way her pussy welcomed each stroke, coating him with essence. He fucked into her just right, rolling and working his fluid hips with determination. "Shit Makina," He whines, picking up momentum. "You're about to me cum deep inside you,"

"Do it," Makina chokes out, the pressure to her gut becoming more intense. "It's yours Kookie...it's all yours," Her voice lowly quivered. From the way his dick filled and stretched her out to his dark eyes staring back at her with such ferocity, Makina knew she was about to peak and Jungkook could feel it.

"Then let go mommy," He urged in a voice much deeper and dulcet than usual. "Cum all over this dick for me,"

Just as she opened her mouth to respond, Jungkook reached between them to apply pressure to her clit. "Fuck Kookie, stop...stop!" She pleaded with desperation but he refused to let up and instead went harder, fucking her more intensely. In seconds, her vision blurred and her eyes became teary-eyed as her body trembled beneath him.

Makina attempted to quiet down her moans by slapping her hand over her mouth but it only muffled so much. The way his hips smacked against the back of her thighs made it no better. "I'm right there...shit Makina...shit," Jungkook groans against her lips as he leaned over her before pulling away and out of her, letting his seed spill onto the floor at his feet.

Their harsh breathing mingled together, filling the silence around them and for a few minutes neither said a word until Jungkook calmed down enough to say words that made Makina's eyes buck.

"Bend over for me...please,"

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[aimeeee]

Under the moonlight

Pairing : Ashoka Tano x Woman reader

Word Count : 1419

Plot : First kiss with Ashoka, under the moonlight

Warnings : slight mention of nightmare, hyperventilation, nothing else it's just pure love, i'm so bad at this

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As I woke up from a nightmare, I checked the time. 3 a.m, I slept two hours. Well at least it's one more since last night. Half an hour later I realized I couldn't fall back asleep, I left my bed, put on an heavy robe and shoes and made my way towards the roof of the Temple.

The hallways were totally empty at this hour but I still put on my hood and was very carefull not to make any noise. Last thing I wanted was for my master to wake up and gave me a lecture about sneaking out the night before an important mission.

As I finally made my way towards the roof, the wind wasn't that strong, it was even quite enjoyable, and the moon was shining. I got closer to an edge before laying down.

"I'm so exhausted" I whispered, as if I don't wanted anyone else to hear. But the only thing that could hear me was the moon. No one is here. Once again I will wipe my tears away, one again I will be on my own. Tomorow, another important and long mission is schedule, but you just came back from one that lasted two weeks. I could almost feel my eyebags. When was the last time I slept for more than 4 hours ? I couldn't remember. Nightmares always waking me up and it was impossible to fall back asleep no matter how tired I was.

Tears started to escape my eyes.

It felt like all of the emotions I tried to ignore for months decided to come back all at once. I was so tired, frustrated, irritable and sad. But emotions weren't the only thing I ignored. Feelings too. I had feelings for my best friend Ashoka Tano for so long, but as a Jedi, I couldn't tell her and even if I could, she doesn't love me like I do.

My tears were now streams as I started to heavily sob. Instead of laying, I sat down. I started to hyperventilate and couldn't focus on anything else than my breathing. I couldn't breath and started to really panic. That's when I sensed her, Ashoka was here, she was on her way to the roof. I tried to wipe my tears but I couldn't stop crying. My breathing still not cooperating, I was lost, not knowing what to do.

As I desperatly tried to find my breath, I felt two arms wrapping around my whole self. "Ashoka ?" I murmured. "Shh it's okay, it's me, focus on your breathing. I'm here now" While whispering sweet praises, she rubbed my back and I was finally able to breathe normally. "Thanks.."

She sat down next to me, her hand on my thigh. "What happened ? Why are you here at 4 in the morning ?" "I could ask you the same question" I said while turning my head towards her. She was beautiful. Her blue eyes shining under the moonlight. She lightly smiled. "Well I asked first." I loudly exhaled. "Where can I start." "You could start by explaining why you're on the roof of the temple at 4 a.m." "Oh right. I couldn't sleep." She stayed silent, expecting me to elaborate. "I couldn't sleep because of the mission tomorow. Well the mission we're supposed to head at in 4 hours."

She frowned, "I don't think I ever saw you worrying about a mission before." "Well, let's say that the mission is the type you can't fucked up at all and with the amount of sleep I've got lately, I don't think I'll be able to hold my lightsaber without cutting my leg off." I laughed but her eyes where filled with worry. "Hey it's okay I'm joking." "How much did you sleep tonight ?" "About two hours." "And the night before ?" I lowered my voice, a bit ashamed, "One, I slept one hour last night." "Why can't you sleep ?"

She took my hand in hers, slowly rubbing it. I took a deep breath and avoided her gaze. "Well I guess you could say that the nightmares aren't really helping, I have too much on my mind, too much missions, too much everything." Tears made there way back to my eyes, I quickly wiped them away, "Sorry".

Her hands cupped my face and she pulled me closer, slowly brushing my check with her thumb, wiping away an invisible tear, "You don't have to apologise for crying with me, we're way past this. I should be the one apologizing for not understanding earlier you were exhausted and not okay." I could feel her breath on my lips. Her nose almost touching mine.

"Ashoka why are you here." I murmured. "I couldn't sleep." I slowly pulled away, looking at her. "Why ? Is something wrong ?" My hand finding her thigh. "I think... I think I felt you through the Force ?" I frowned a bit "What ? How ? Since when ?" She chuckled "One question at a time love" I shivered hearing that nickname, she never used it before. "I was training till 2:30 a.m when I decided to head back. By the time I was ready to sleep, I couldn't. All my senses were alerted, like something was going on. I focused on my thoughts and all I could see was you. But you weren't okay. Actually, I understood it was you an hour later. That's when I decided to look for you. Since you weren't in your room I thought you could be here. So yeah, that's why I'm here."

"So what you're saying is that, you felt I wasn't okay through the Force and decided to head for the roof of the temple hoping I was there ? Why ?" She laughed "You resumed the situation pretty well and I care for you [name]. I really do." I closed my eyes. Her hands still cupping my face. We were so close, I was almost sat on her lap.

Now or never. There will not be any better time. I took a deep breath, resting my forehead on hers. "Actually, Ashoka, there's another reason why I couldn't sleep." I felt her tensed up, but she didn't said anything. It was so hard to speak. "I know it is not right. I know it's against everything we've ever been taught. And I don't wanna lose you but..." I stopped to breath, tightening my hand on her thigh. "But I think I love you." Her whole body was tensed up, she stopped caressing my cheek. "I know you don't, I know. But in case things took a bad turn tomorow I really wanted you to know" I opened my eyes, looking at her, she looked lost. "Because you're the greatest thing that ever happened to me Ashoka and I don't know what I'll do without you." She looked down, her hands slowly falling from my face. I quickly pulled away my hand, leaving her space. We stayed silent for minutes. I whispered "Please say something", tears menacing to run down the cheeks she was slowly rubbing minutes earlier.

She looked up at me, with a tiny smile on her face "I love you too." It felt like a weight was lifted from my chest but I couldn't believe it. "What ?" She smiled, putting her hands behind my neck and pulling me closer "I love you [name], I loved you since Anakin and Obi-Wan introduced ourselves to eachother, I loved you since I first layed my eyes on you but I was too blind to understand what I was feeling. Blind and scared." I smiled of pure joy and relief, tears of joy peacking through my eyes. She looked down on my lips before looking up at me again "Can I ?" I nodded, of course she could, I was hers. She slowly approached, but I couldn't wait one more second, I put a hand behind her neck and kissed her. First it was soft, almost shy. We didn't really know what to do. But the second time, it was pure passion. She pulled me onto her lap, her hands around my waist and mines behind her neck.

I could stay like this forever. Deeply kissing the love of my life, under the moonlight.

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I'm not that proud of this one sorry lol. I hope you liked it. Take care ! <3

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[ssahotstuff]

Aaron Hotchner x Camgirl (Plastic Doll) PART 20

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Warnings: makeup smut! ☺️ talks of addiction, alcohol use, cursing. I think that’s it. Oh. Size kink ☺️

You hadn't expected him to be so eager to meet you at your house after. He was already in the driveway, five minutes early but somehow right on time. You'd been truly thrilled the entire ride home, shuffle playing in to your stellar mood, because you couldn't think of a more appropriate song to start the night with.

"Sugarpie honeybunch

You know that I'm weak for you

I can't help myself

I love you and nobody else"

You turned the music down before cruising through your neighborhood and that's when you'd spotted his car, him leaned against it admiring your home. You pulled in the archway behind him, gathering your things. He was already at your door so he could open it for you.

"How'd things go?"

"We went so far over our projected sales. The amount of reservations I made for people tonight was insane. We'll be booked half the summer." You stepped out, letting him help you of course. Now that you had his attention again, you weren't ashamed to admit how much you'd missed it. And him. Jesus, he hadn't aged a day. He looked young and carefree and so sleek in his black slacks and matching black dress shirt. You were crazy for him in all black and part of you thought he'd planned it for the evening.

"I love hearing you like this. You sound so happy."

The truth was, you were. You always found a way to be happy. After you left him at the hotel in New York, you went back to the house and decided you were turning it into your future. It wasn't until Dave showed up with some clues about your past that you decided what you wanted to do.

"There's a reason channel 54 brings you so much joy, and it's not just the cooking."

When you met him, you had no idea, not until you saw the way his eyes crinkled up just like yours when he laughed, or how his own laughter sounded eerily similar to yours. You didn't piece everything together until later that evening when Dave called to ask if you were okay.

"He didn't even know who I was."

"He did. But sometimes what's already known doesn't need to be explained. You made it this far without him. You can go even longer."

"Sorry to have you out so late," it was almost 11 pm, and he preferred to be at home when it got dark. You knew being up and out this late wasn't the norm for him but you appreciated his efforts to see you regardless. He hadn't pried or pushed when you left. He knew if things were ever going to be talked about, they'd be on your terms.

"I don't mind at all."

His sincerity and overall joy to be seeing you was more than you had bargained for. You had prepared for this conversation for a long time but now anything you had planned to say seemed irrelevant. You only cared about who he was now, and what the reality of things had done to him as a person. You wanted to know if he'd moved on, secretly. But by the looks of things, moving on was the last thing on his mind.

"Let me show you where I spend all of my time."

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It was a big change from her little 4 foot balcony from when we were neighbors. It was a covered porch, so she'd stay dry and could watch the stars or weather no matter what the condition. It was very much her style, with pink beanbags and giant comfy pillows everywhere. Her fuzzy pink rug was on the concrete floor, and her stereo was in the corner. Twinkling pink lights hung from beam to beam, giving the place a glow that radiated her entire personality. We were on her loveseat on the wall, watching the rain that had just decided to come in. It was light, still a sprinkle for now, but the weatherman had predicted storms for the next few hours.

"I feel like it should be implied, but I can't stop thinking about how proud I am of you."

The pink lights couldn't hide the color to her cheeks, and the way her body turned slightly towards me. Every inch felt like miles, slowly closing the gap between us until I could feel whole again. I knew it would take time. I could wait a little while longer if that's what she needed.

"Thank you, Aaron. It feels right. I'm really happy with what I'm doing."

"This is a lot to take in," I admitted, and she nodded in agreement.

"Do you want a drink?"

"Coffee, maybe, if you have it."

She rolled her eyes playfully and led me to the massive kitchen. Same pink coffee maker, same pink coffee cups, she may have left, but she was still exactly the same as I remembered her. She made us both a cup of coffee and I let her show me around. Most of the rooms were still empty, but she had a plan for everything. I had planned on staying as late as she'd allow me, if she didn't want me to leave, that was okay too. I felt pathetic in a sense, dangling by an invisible string that was attached to her affection. I didn't care how I looked or seemed to anyone but her.

"Can I apologize? Would you listen if I did?"

She stopped in her tracks, turning around to look at me. We were nearly on the porch again, stood beneath the threshold of the door.

"You don't have to apologize. I'm actually sorry for making you feel like you had to keep who you were a secret. I understand why you did it, especially after I told you about William. But I need you to know that I would have loved you either way. I was just really confused, and I was angry with you. I don't even know if it was anger. I was just sad that you loved me but put me through hell."

Looking back now, if I would have just told her the truth in the beginning, we could have still been together. For how long, I wouldn't know. A year ago, I still wasn't as ready as I should've been to be committed to someone. But after much needed therapy and time to get my emotions in order, I'd done some changing and I was ready to be what she needed from me all along.

"You leaving helped me to realize I needed help that no one but a professional could give me. I needed it long before I met you, but I wasn't ready to admit it then. It took me losing you to realize I had a lot of things I needed to work on before I tried to be with someone seriously."

She looked like she wanted to ask a million questions, but she just nodded, leading me to the loveseat and trying her best to get comfortable in her dress.

"I'm glad you did that. It's good to have someone to talk to. I did the same thing. I had a lot of growing up to do," she said finally, patting her lap as if to turn the conversation into a more upbeat direction.

"What have you been doing? Fill me in," she was smiling behind her coffee mug, listening intently as I rehashed some of the things I'd been working on. I'd started cataloging and formatting some of my cases into books, planning to publish them for research at the Academy, so I told her about that, and helping coach Jack's soccer team for the summer. She seemed to like the idea of me doing things like that with Jack. She always thought it was important that I was a good father. I had forgotten what a good listener she was. She was interested in everything I had to say, no matter how mundane or bleak the details were.

"I'm glad we can do this and it just feels normal. I... I'm sad that I lost you as my best friend. We did everything together and I told you everything and I miss that. I had no clue how much until now."

I offered her my hand and there was no hesitation when she took it. She gave it a sweet, gentle squeeze as we sat in comfortable silence. The fact that we were able to sit here together casually after everything we'd been through and there wasn't any tension or awkwardness. We had battled our demons and won, and now we were different people. Different people with the same strong, soul-tying feelings.

"I'm here now if you still need a best friend," I whispered, tightening my grip on her hand. I didn't want her to let go.

"Ditto."

Shortly after we fell into conversation about how she'd ended her channel. She auctioned off all of her props and costumes and stashed the money away while she went to school.

"Do you ever miss it?"

She shrugged, letting herself get a little more comfortable next to me. She was right at my side now, letting me drape my arm over her shoulder and rest on the sleeve of her dress. It was innocent, mostly.

"I miss the way it made me feel. I miss the ego boost and the confidence that came with it. I still filmed for a bit after I quit, just out of habit. It just made me feel really good about myself, and that's a high that I haven't found since," she chuckled, bravely bringing her hand to rest on my thigh. She checked my face immediately after to make sure she hadn't crossed any boundaries. I sat my coffee cup on the table so I could cover my hand with hers, just barely brushing her skin with my fingertips.

"Do you need an ego boost? Because I can certainly help with that," she could have me right back on my knees for her in seconds; it wouldn't take much. As if she read my mind, her lips barely brushed the sensitive skin of my neck, instantly lighting me on fire.

"I may just take you up on that offer," she purred, her nails dragging lightly against my palm. I was a sucker for her nails anywhere she'd use them on me.

"I want you to know I haven't... There hasn't been anyone else," there never would be, not as long as she and I could exist in the same universe.

"Same goes for me. I just don't think it was the right time for us then," she looked up at me through her lashes, waiting for me to agree with her.

"Doesn't mean we can't try again."

It was her turn to nod, nails using just a bit more pressure on my skin. I couldn't wait to be underneath her again.

"Can I come closer?" It came out in a whisper, and I patted my lap in response.

"You can come as close as you want, sugar." I couldn't hide my excitement as she climbed into my lap, pulling her dress up to expose her thighs so she could straddle me comfortably. I wasn't sure what to do, so I let my hands rest on her hips, gently pulling her forward to my chest. She let her head fall to the crook of my neck, kissing me delicately, as if it were the very first time. She would drag her lips across my skin, making goosebumps appear on my flesh in no time. Once I felt her tongue lazily tracing my jaw, smothering me with affection until her lips were hovering on top of mine, I was bucking my hips into her, groaning at her satiny figure against my tense, needy body.

She rolled her hips against mine before our mouths met, a years worth of longing behind that first kiss. It felt like being right at home, exactly where I was meant to be.

"Taste so good," I planned to shower her with compliments every opportunity that I got. She replied by swirling her tongue against mine, insatiable as we both craved more.

"Help me with my dress," she pleaded, standing up abruptly and turning around so I could make quick work of her zipper. She had on a matching baby blue set that fit her perfectly, heels still on her feet as her dress fell to the floor. Her body was somehow the same but better than I'd remembered, her absense causing me to appreciate her more now than I ever had. Her heels put me at eye level with her sex, so I leaned forward and pressed a pattern of kisses above her panty line, peering up at her as she shivered.

"I missed you," she breathed, weaving her fingers in my hair. I gripped her ass harshly, bringing her forward so her pussy could feel the heat of my mouth, salivating at the thought of slipping my tongue through her.

"I missed you, sugar. Can I show you how much? I'd love to take these off," I hooked my fingers in the waistband, letting them fall down her calves as I admired her.

"I'm going to lay you down right here against the cushions, get you comfortable," I did as promised, letting her situate into the corner of the sofa. I toyed with the straps on her heels before undoing them completely and letting them land on the floor. I unbuttoned my shirt, making a spectacle of removing the cuff links she'd gotten me forever ago and placing them on the table behind me. The smile she wore told me all I needed to know as I reached forward to remove her bra. Being able to have her partially outdoors and completely naked was a new experience, one I'd waited a long time to be able to do safely.

"You're a work of art," her nipples were stiff under my tender touch as I toyed with them, letting my hands roam her body.

"I really want this to work," she panted, eyes wide as I used my fingers to spread her open where she wanted me most. I tapped at her clit with my fingertip, earning a hiss in response. She was already making a mess on the blanket spread beneath the loveseat, months of deprivation making her weak for me.

"Me too," I pressed my thumb to her clit and watched in sheer ecstasy as she writhed beneath me, a string of profanities falling from her puffy, pink lips. A tiny increase in pressure had her hips bucking off the sofa and her sweet whimpers getting lost in the night air.

"So needy for me. You smell so sweet, sugar. You taste even better. I could never forget how you taste," I latched my tongue around her throbbing bundle of nerves, letting myself celebrate having her back in the most erotic way. An extremely slow, delicate swipe of my tongue made her arch her back and beg me to do it again. Once more and she let herself come back to me completely, moaning my name as she shook.

"Will you use your fingers too? I need you so bad, Aaron," she sounded desperate, staring down at me.

"Anything you want, sweet girl. All you have to do is ask."

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You were experiencing the most sensual form of euphoria: Aaron's face nestled between your legs. His chin was resting on your thigh as his fingers kept your swollen lips spread open. The lines between his actions being for your enjoyment or his own blurred more with every loving swipe of his tongue against your most sensitive spot, followed by the gentle flick of his finger. He was in a trance, exploring new ways to touch you, experimenting with you purely for the knowledge of pleasuring you. You knew even if you wanted someone else that no one would've compared to the man on his knees, exploring every inch of your glistening pussy like he was going to be quizzed on making you orgasm in the future.

"I missed how sensitive you get, look at you, clenching around my fingers and I'm not even using them," he kissed your clit and had your legs shaking, and your eyes rolling back until you saw spots. His fingers began to pump in and out of you, slowly at first as he just watched your reaction, and as soon as your chest began to heave and your breathing became shallow, his lips latched around your clit and his tongue flicked mercilessly at you, bringing you to a new high as you brought your hands to the back of his head. His rhythm was slow and steady as his fingers got slicker, slipping into you with ease and his mouth working to lap up every drop of your arousal. His pupils were blown out completely, his hair a disheveled mess on his head.

"Love it when you go slow like that," you murmured, lost on a roller coaster of pleasure that seemed to have nothing in store but crescendos. Just when you thought surely he would want you to help him satisfy the growing bulge in his pants, his tongue found a new pattern to trace on your clit, or his fingers would work in synchronization with his tongue and bring you over the edge in an embarrassingly short amount of time and he'd be so proud of himself that he had to try again. He was obsessed with you, there was no other way to describe it.

"I know you do, gorgeous. You have the most perfect pussy. You could keep me up all night if you let me stay right here, just like this," his words were melodic, like poetry, sweet erotic words meant to make you his in the most primal, possessive way.

"You always know exactly what to say," you praised, earning a low chuckle from him in response. He was so sexy, so confident. He went above and beyond to make sure he knew every way you enjoyed being touched, which made every experience with him a unique one.

"I just missed you so much. I hope you'll have me back for good." He didn't give you a chance to respond before he was making you cum again, fucking you with his fingers curled up inside of you and his tongue disappearing between your folds.

"I'd really like that. I was thinking, fuck, yes, just like that, please, maybe we could go on a date this weekend," his own moan rippled through you and made the butterflies erupt in your stomach. It was a sexy thing to witness: a man who received so much pleasure from using his mouth on you. You doubted he would be like this with anyone else; the look of bliss on his face and the lengths he went to in order to satisfy you were especially for you, and that was incredibly obvious.

"I'll take you anywhere you want to go," he assured you, and you believed him. The way he looked now, blinded by his infatuation for you, there wasn't a doubt in your mind that he'd do anything you asked. You wanted to scold yourself for falling for him so easily, technically a third time, but you'd been alone and without him for far too long. It didn't seem fair to deprive yourself of who you truly wanted, not now that you'd been able to accomplish everything else.

"Will you take me to the bed?"

He was already scooping you up, letting you taste yourself on his lips as his kisses overpowered you. You were hooked already, your nails scratching at his back, making him moan into your mouth. He rutted his hips against you for any sort of friction, groaning at the idea of feeling you again after so long. You felt it too; in fact, if there was more room to spread out and take all of him comfortably from here, you wouldn't wait. He opted to carry you, so you gave him directions, giggling the whole time.

"I've missed that sound so much," he paused to pin you against the wall, his hands hooked under your knees and your back flat against the wall. You reached between your bodies and unclamped his belt, unbuttoning his slacks and letting them crumple in a pile at his feet.

"I can't wait," you told him, knowing he would never be able to say no to fucking you against the wall. He held you up with ease, his frame so much larger than yours. It was one of the most attractive things about him; he was huge in comparison to you. In fact, the first day you'd seen him in the park, you'd fantasized about this exact scenario: him fucking you against the wall.

"Impatient. Let me take care of you. If you'll hold onto my shoulders, I'll just fuck you right here," getting his boxers shoved down was tricky but once his dick sprang free, he was lining himself up with you, meeting your eyes to make absolutely certain you were sure you wanted him.

"Please don't make me beg."

Just like that, he found a home in you, reminding you just how much you missed the feeling of him situating inside of you. He released a shaky breath before he slid out of you completely, pounding into you before you could whine at the loss of contact. Your nails marked up his shoulders as he found his pace, steady, rough. Everything about this was possessive; he was reclaiming you, and letting you do the same to him. Your only thoughts were each other as the frames on the wall rattled and shook, but they hadn't fallen yet. He had no plans on slowing down, he simply fixed his stance and situated his knee under you so he didn't lose his footing.

"So tight, sugar. You take my cock so well. Have you missed me?" Truthfully you weren't sure how you'd lived without him now that he was satisfying you in the best way possible, his free hand rooted in your hair and the sound of his hips meeting your flesh was echoing in the hallway and bouncing off the walls. You'd been waiting for the day that the universe brought you back together again, and here he was, giving you heart shaped eyes as you clenched around him and screamed his name.

"Such a good girl," he'd fulfilled his promise of an ego boost, he'd gone above and beyond. You felt more at home behind the walls of your home with him finishing inside of you with a shudder than you had in the three months prior. You prayed he'd follow you to your room and hold you after the experience you'd just had. He slowly helped you to your feet, kissing you before stretching his arms out. He pulled up his boxers and kicked his pants off the rest of the way, wasting no time in scooping you right back up and carrying you towards the direction of your room.

"You'll stay, right?" He laid you on the bed, crawling in after you, the bedside lamp the only thing lighting the room. He was already tugging the blanket over your bodies. Silly question.

"I'm staying. You think I'd miss a sunrise with you after being away from you for a year?" The smile you wore was a clear indication of how the future was looking as you curled into him for the night, him already halfway asleep with his arm tossed lazily over you waist.

✨✨✨

It was still dark when I smelled her brewing coffee, so I wandered downstairs, wrapped in her sheet still. It was early May but it was still chilly for early morning. I made a cup of coffee and knew where to find her, curled up on the loveseat and waiting for me.

"Good morning, sugar."

She patted the empty space next to her so I wrapped us both in the sheet, watching in awe as lightning crashed in the distance.

"I'm surprised you didn't wake me."

"This is a quiet storm. The rain will come later. We're only open for dinner shift this weekend, if you don't have plans today." She leaned into me and I took a deep breath of her; faded hints of peony and earth, she smelled like the most beautiful parts of the outdoors. She smelled like a beautiful garden, waiting for someone to come along and admire her ethereal beauty.

"Great, we can make breakfast together and watch a movie. If it isn't raining too bad, we'll go out for lunch."

She made a satisfied hum of approval before she pecked my cheek, lost in thought as she watched the light show around us.

"It's like no time has passed. This feels so right, Aaron. I can't ignore how normal this feels."

"I'm really grateful that you were willing to give us a second chance," words would never be able to convey how grateful. I'd been a real downer without her, and everyone suffered because of it. The only person I masked it around was Jack; everyone else got the regular, sullen Hotch.

"We're both really different now. Hopefully this time around, no one gets hurt."

There would be no sunrise, not with the rainy weather. Instead, there were quiet cuddles, soft sips of coffee as the rain pattered against the roof.

"Did you think about me?"

My question seemed to surprise her, but I was curious. I needed to hear that she'd missed me as much as I'd missed her.

"I looked for you everywhere. But I made a deal with the universe that I wouldn't come searching for you. That if we were going to come back together, it would be when we were ready."

"Serendipity," I said finally, and she laughed lightly, taking my hand.

"I got everything I could ever want and it wasn't enough because I was still missing you," she sighed, resting her head against my shoulder. She'd never have to battle another stormy day alone again. Now that there were no secrets between us, there was nothing stopping us from having a happy life together.

"I'm here now, sugar. I still have your stuff at my place. Both of our lists are in my office still," it was the last bit of her I had sexually; I looked at her list all the time. Every fantasy she'd been willing to give me was a good enough reminder for me that she'd be back one day, and I shouldn't throw it out. So it stayed in its original spot, under the calendar in my office.

"You kept them?! We may have to add to them now," she chuckled, using my side as an escape from the storm outside. It had gotten humid, the sheet clinging to both of us as the sky lightened just a fraction. No amount of time with her would ever seem like enough after a year of separation. I'd constantly be trying to make up for lost time.

"Whatcha thinking?" She was gazing up at me, trying to read my emotions, trying to see what kind of headspace I was in without prying too much.

"I'm just sorry we lost a whole year." I wrapped my arm around her and pulled her in closer, as if it would keep her around for longer if I just didn't let go.

"Don't look at it like that. We took a year to figure things out. Our relationship before was based on a lie. Maybe not directly, but now there's nothing but truth. Just don't keep secrets from me again."

She was so understanding, it made me regret so many things. If we would have just talked...

She didn't give me time to ponder my mistakes further. She was pulling me towards the kitchen, and the memories of the last day I got to spend with her flooded back in a flash. The day she left, it hadn't truly sank in. It wasn't until the next day when I stepped onto the balcony and saw that all of her stuff was gone that I realized how badly I'd fucked up.

"Dave, she's moved already," I was frantic, my spare key no longer turning the knob and unlocking her door. That's when it hit me; it wasn't her door anymore.

"I promised her I'd stay neutral. I also promised not to try to convince her to talk to you. She'll talk when she's ready, and things will be fine."

I ran my hand through my hair, tears streaming down my face. How'd I miss her come in and leave so suddenly? I'd taken the day off work just to make sure I didn't miss her coming in. I had to explain myself. There was nothing I could've done after we arrested Watts to get her to stick around. She was gone before the sun came up, waving goodbye after writing her witness statement.

"I'm not asking you to convince her of anything. I don't even know why I called."

"Because you're heartbroken, and you need a friend. I'm here for you, Hotch. But I'm here for her too. I know both sides of the story, and they're bad. Im going to tell you the same thing I told her, if you're meant to be together, it's not right now."

I hated how illogical waiting for destiny to happen was. I hated that she lived a fortune cookie, coin-toss life that I was no longer a part of. She'd be fine waiting for whatever was meant to be, because that's how she'd spent her entire adult life.

I was already struggling, and it was obvious when I ended my conversation with Dave and began drinking before ten AM. I turned my radio as loud as it would go to her favorite station and listened to all of her favorite music for the duration of the day. I let myself cry, and feel sorry for myself for most of the day. I started to feel a tiny bit better until the storms started, and the power went out.

I wondered where she was and what she was singing to distract herself. I knew she was probably terrified and I felt like shit because the one person in my life I wanted to protect, only needed to be protected from me. In the end, she was safer with the storms.

A month later and I felt no different. I quit drinking profusely, but only because my health was suffering. I was losing weight, wasn't keeping anything down but alcohol. I was running late to work more mornings than not, until finally Strauss suggested that I just work from home. I didn't know how to explain to her that being trapped in my apartment all day was somehow worse than being in the office. The new neighbor was quiet. She was friendly enough, knocking on the door and politely introducing herself when she started to move her things in. Beth, that was her name. She'd told me when she introduced herself. We were about the same age. In any other circumstances, I would have flirted with her to ease some of the pain I was feeling.

Instead, I opted to hate a total stranger because she lived in an apartment that would only ever belong to one woman, at least to me. Anyone else who lived there was simply borrowing it until she decided to come back.

I'd known her for all of those months and never introduced her to Jack. I never even offered. It was for the best, so he didn't have to miss her too. Jessica noticed my change in behavior and offered to step up with Jack until I could recover. I was thankful for that.

Three months in, Reid was at my door. His concern stemmed past the relationship, towards deeper waters that I was uneasy about at first. It wasn't until he opened up to me about his struggle with addiction, and the warning signs that something is consuming your life that I realized I had a problem with alcohol. It had started to become unmanageable, and if I didn't pull myself out of my slump, everyone would suffer.

"Wanting to escape isn't uncommon. But there's a healthy way to do it," he assured me, sitting down with me at the kitchen table. I explained what had happened in detail, and it was a relief to get it all out to someone who would be objective no matter what.

"She didn't actually say the words, 'we're breaking up' but I'm pretty sure he moving away implies that we're broken up," I sniffled, sipping my coffee. My hands wouldn't stop shaking, despite the warm weather, my entire body was chilled.

"Hotch, she really doesn't sound like your type. The whole serendipity belief system doesn't really go with your logical personality."

"You don't understand. She's everyone's type. And I decided all I can do is wait."

He shrugged, tapping his finger against his coffee cup. He was holding back for my sake. What he really wanted to tell me was that she'd move on far quicker than I would, and I'd be left wondering until I saw her out, and got closure for myself. The wait was going to be torture.

"Would you really wait for someone to come back? What if it takes—"

"I don't care how long it takes, Spencer. Unless she tells me otherwise, I'm hers. I don't want anyone else."

That night, I was having coffee on the balcony when Beth made her reappearance. She walked to the railing, coughing lightly as if I should say something. She wanted an apology for my being rude earlier in the week.

"Are you always this friendly?" She asked with a chuckle, reaching out to tap my shoulder. I backed away before she could touch me, turning toward her to get a better look. She wasn't unattractive, in fact, she was exactly my type. Composed, light-hearted, professional to an extent. But I had no interest in being friendly with the new neighbor.

"I'm sorry about our rude first encounter. I'm Hotch, but I'm not exactly up for company."

"Well, Hotch, maybe I could change your mind?"

I rolled my eyes, turning towards the door.

"I'm not the one, Beth. Goodnight."

It got a little easier after that. We avoided each other mostly, but occasionally she'd try to make small talk just to be polite if we were in the hall or stuck in the elevator together, but my replies would be short and as formal as possible. The lack of affection from anyone was making it harder to ignore the woman who obviously wanted my attention.

But I continued to do it, despite not knowing if she was out there ignoring other men too. No one would tell me if she had anyone new or not.

Six months in, I was desperate, tired. I almost caved when Beth slid an invitation to a dinner party under my door one night, but instead, I slid it right back under hers so she'd get the hint that I didn't want to be bothered by her. It was a constant battle, caving to the woman next door or waiting for who I really wanted. When I finally decided to step through the doors of a Therapist's office, and brought the idea to his attention, he assured me anyone I could get with now would just be a placeholder if I hadn't truly moved on.

He recommending staying single until I got the closure that I needed. He also recommended not to rush in if she came back, but it would be impossible. How would I ever resist her after being parted for so long, especially if she was willing to have me back?

"Aaron, you're letting the pancakes burn," her giggles broke through my thoughts, bringing me back to reality. I'd almost forgotten we were even making breakfast in the first place.

"Sorry, sugar. Got distracted."

Her arms made a home around my waist as she squeezed me tight from behind. She could sense that even though things seemed fine, and we were back together, things still weren't 100%.

"If you need more time—" I cut her off; I'd had more than enough time alone. It was just so surreal that things fell so easily back into place. I wasn't as trusting of the universe as she was.

"It's not that. I just hope we're making the right decision by getting back together."

I felt her arms drop from my sides and I turned around abruptly, hoping I hadn't already screwed up.

"If you have any doubt whatsoever, you should go."

Go? That was the last thing on Earth that I wanted to do, but I had to be smart. I had to be careful, so I didn't wind up alone again.

"It's not doubt. It was just much faster than I expected things to go."

"Then we can slow down. We'll do breakfast and save the date for another time."

She came to take over at the stove, so I took her seat at the bar, watching as she floated effortlessly around the kitchen. By the time she'd finished, she hadn't said a word. She let her music play and the rain pour down outside, but she'd stayed as quiet as a mouse. She sat a plate in front of me and was joining me shortly after.

"I didn't mean to make you upset."

She shook her head, picking at her food. She didn't even seem upset. She seemed devastated.

"I thought— I don't know what I thought. That we'd just be able to pick up where we left off, and things would be fine, but if any part of you doesn't want to do this again, you should let me know now so I can distance myself. Because you know how I am. I'll dive right back in with no hesitation."

"I know that. I do want this, trust me. I just need a little time to process is all. You're back, and that's a big change from how I've spent my days for the last year."

She nodded, pushing her plate away. Her mood had changed drastically, but she still seemed okay.

"Want to call me tonight?"

I didn't even have her new number, but mine hadn't changed.

"Yeah, I'll call when I get home from the restaurant."

I thanked her for breakfast and kissed her goodbye and made my way to my car, trying to shield myself partly from the rain. I was halfway home when it dawned on me that I'd left her in the middle of a storm with no way of even calling to check if she was okay. I'd been so worried about clearing my head and making sense of the sudden 180 my life had taken. She was right, she was much better at going with the flow than I was. I had to go home and mentally calculate everything that had happened in the last twenty four hours, but she would act as if it were just another Saturday we were spending together.

I was turning around, making a U-turn in the middle of the highway.

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Pirate Chains - Volume 1 - Strong Tides

*Warning Adult Content*

Chapter 24 - Crimson Truth - Part 1

Agenor

The weather was idyllic with a gentle breeze, clear skies and calm seas. However, a storm raged inside me since last night when Nyx was bullied and reportedly broke a barrel. I understood that he was fatigued and having a rough day but his eyes betrayed deeper thoughts that he wasn't willing to share with me. Everything had been going so fucking smoothly until then. I knew that I might have thrown him into the pirate's den too hastily and it could be an overwhelming experience for someone like him.

Nevertheless, he had adapted admirably and many people were talking about him as if he was a mate, just a lot... cleaner. So what the hell had changed? His behavior was bizarre last night. He even took off his pants without my asking him to, which was unlike him since he valued his body and privacy greatly. Then he went to bed without even glancing at his pendant and slept at the far end of the bed, miles away from me. Was he drunk? Could someone get drunk from spilt alcohol? The aroma emanating from him was irresistible.

And following my recent resolution not to pressure him, I had to control myself, lying on my side, unable to sleep, counting the waves all night, with an embarrassing erection. Even today, he slipped out of his chains without acknowledging my presence.

'Where the fuck was my morning kiss?'

As I heard my own thoughts spiraling out of control, I let out an exasperated sigh, feeling like a desperate old wife. My teeth gritted together as I tried to calm myself down, silently pleading with the universe not to let Nyx think of home again. Deep down, I knew it was a futile hope but I couldn't help but wish that he would come to love staying here. But as soon as the thought crossed my mind, I realized how foolish and naive I was being. Despite that, the idea of Nyx pulling away from me after all the wonderful times we had spent together since I took him was too much to bear. Suddenly, Baril's voice broke through my thoughts and I turned to face him as he limped towards me.

"Captain, you called?" he asked.

I snapped out of my reverie and asked him...

"What time is it?"

"Well, it's almost dinner time and I'm just about finished preparing it. Oh and captain, I noticed you didn't touch your lunch today. I hope it wasn't because of my cooking," he trailed off, waiting for a response that never came, so he continued "I made sure dinner would be to your liking though. And I'll bring it to your cabin soon..."

"What's with you and Nyx?" my tone was curt and it was clear that I was not in a good mood.

Baril hesitated for a moment before clearing his throat and answering...

"What, Nyx? Nothing out of the ordinary, captain."

I remained silent but my expression made it clear to Baril that his initial response was unsatisfactory.

"Nothing important. Yesterday he slacked off and broke some stuff so I yelled at him. Why? What did he say?" he asked, hoping for a better reaction from me.

Ignoring his question, I asked one of my own.

"When did Nyx last have a meal?"

"Earlier at lunch, I think," he replied.

"No, Baril. Think again."

He scratched his head.

"Maybe yesterday but I'm not sure. Why?"

"That's the problem. No one has seen him eat for two days."

"How would I know that?" Baril exclaimed, clearly agitated.

I took a deep breath and tried to remain calm.

"Remember when I brought Nyx aboard?"

Baril nodded, looking ashamed.

"Aye, he was drowning and you saved him."

"He was also starving. His scallywag of a stepfather had deprived him of food for days and that almost took his life."

His voice became hesitant, tinged with regret.

Well... I heard about that too, I guess."

"Since I accepted him into my crew, I promised that would never happen to him again."

"I... understand. But I can assure you, captain, he always ate his meals, sometimes late but he did eat," Baril replied.

"He skipped all his fucking meals for the last two days," I exclaimed.

"Did he? Regretful but that's none of my responsibility Captain," he said before I interrupted him.

"I put him in your damn care," I yelled, my anger mounting.

I stood up and stepped in front of him, making sure he wasn't the only one who got the message.

"You work him like a mule, making him miss lunches and become exhausted at night. And on top of it all, you deprive him of dinner over a fucking beer barrel?"

"Well, he broke a barrel, so I had to straighten his attitude," he said defensively.

"Well I'd like to straighten some attitudes as well. If I hear he skipped a meal again, I'll come looking for you, Baril. It is your responsibility. From now on, he'll be having dinner in the cabin," I said sternly.

"Aye captain. Of course. I guess... I really didn't mean to starve him. I actually like the boy. He works hard and keeps himself busy."

I kept glaring at him, my frustration not easily subsiding. He nodded, looking around him for an escape, before nodding again and limping back to the hull. At a later time, I saw Baril walking into my cabin and assumed he had brought dinner. I went down to the galley and found Nyx there. His pale face lit up when he saw me and I couldn't help but smile.

"Let's go," I said.

I led the way back to my cabin, with Nyx following closely behind. Once we were inside, I closed the door and pulled out a chair for him to sit at the table. Underneath the window, I found his meal. I brought it to the table for him and uncovered it, saying...

"I know you're hungry, Nyx. Eat."

However, he didn't even look at me and instead stared blankly at his food as if he had lost his appetite. It frustrated me that I couldn't understand what was going through his mind since I used to be able to read him so well. As I examined his plate, I noticed that he didn't have a fork, which only added to my annoyance. Why the hell wouldn't he be given a fork to eat with?

Things have changed now, he was part of my crew. If he wanted a weapon, there were plenty of options around the ship. I cursed Baril for his stupidity and went to one of the wooden boxes in the corner of the cabin. Returning to Nyx, I handed him a fork and a knife and eyebrow elevated in surprise.

"Are these silverware?" he asked.

"Aye, they're yours."

"I don't need silverware, Agenor. I can eat with wooden ones like everybody else."

"I know you can. You've proven yourself quite capable of living among those sea wolves and I have no doubt in that. I just think silver suits you better."

Something flashed in his eyes but he dropped his gaze before I could read him, remaining quiet for a moment. Then he picked up the fork and stared at it with his head still lowered. I placed the knife next to him, sat down beside him and started eating. To my relief, moments later, he followed suit. Although I could see how hungry he was, there was still something that bothered him and I could almost sense it hovering inside his head. He was quiet and weary and I didn't want to pressure him. The usual urge to tease him was gone and I let him be for a few days, hoping that he would come to me when he was ready.

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I'll be honest, I usually say something nice about the past month here and do a little thing about how much I loved the fics I read and look forward to sharing what I loved about them them with you now, but I barely survived August, y'all. I don't think my brain actually did survive it completely. Please know the few fics I did manage to finish reading absolutely 100% helped me keep what little sanity I have left. So, authors? I'm raising a massive fucking glass to all of you. I love you more than you can ever know lol

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obsessed by @disgruntledkittenface / disgruntledkittenface (100, NR, Nick/Harry, Drabble, Meet Cute, Face Masks, she wrote this for me for my birthday and posted it on Grimmy's last day with R1 and it was just the most perfect timing, This fic was so sweet and after weeks of not having time to read anything, I had the perfect fic to read on repeat until I had time for more than 100 words, Bless you Maggie)

Home Again...Winter Harlow by @dandelionfairies / dandelionfairies (28k, T, Harry/Louis, Big Bang fic, Meet Cute, Chef Harry, Louis works in Gemma's shop, It's very Hallmark Movie-esque, complete with the town name and plot and everything, it is so so cute, Fluff, Flirting, All the warmth and softness you need)

Blow Me Away by @ladyaj-13 / LadyAJ_13 (6k, E, Liam/Louis, Canon Compliant, Established Relationship, Blow Jobs, lmaooooooo, I mean, It is all about blow jobs but more about Liam's aversion to them, and GOOD HEAVENS the incredible communication they finally have is SO HOT, WORK OUT THOSE PROBLEMS BOYS, but also the way that Louis talks with the other guys to figure out what's going on, I about died but it does sound about right lol)

Getting a Head for Heights by @ladyaj-13 / LadyAJ_13 (4k, T, Greg/Lousi, Uni AU, Friends to Lovers, Sharing Clothes, Denial of Feelings, This fic is just so soft and silly and omg I loved every fucking moment of it)

Milk Kinship by @jaerie / jaerie (22k, E, Harry/Louis, 1D A/B/O fest fic, alpha Louis, omega Harry, nursemaid Harry, Employer/Employee Relationship, kinda? like there's defo power imbalance there, but it's consensual sooooo ¯\__(ツ)__/¯, breastfeeding, lactation kink, like the MOST lactation kink hahaha, angst with a happy ending, I thought I'd already read this but remembered I didn't and had to remedy immediately, Kinky and hot af as per usual haha, highly recommend if that's your thing lol)

The Stories They're Not In by @a-brighter-yellow / abrighteryellow (11k, E, Shawn/Niall, Heartbreak Weather fest, Song Fic, Based on San Francisco, Rocketman AU, mostly except make them American and a few other changes, but the vibe is totally still there, Niall is Bernie and Shawn is Elton, Friends to Lovers, Pining, Period Typical Homophobia but only in small doses, musicians, This fic is just so fucking soft and glorious the way it is all navigated and damn, i just loved it, it had it's own ambiance to it too?, i felt like i was entering a different world whenever i picked it up to keep reading)

Can't Buy My Love, Can Buy Me Dinner by @ladyaj-13 / LadyAJ_13 (10k, G, Harry/Louis, Uni AU, Enemies to Lovers, kind of, flashbacks, Zouis friendship, This fic is so fun and simple but also not at the same time, the emotions and motivations for everyone is so complex and real, it makes it so what could be an easily cliche and silly fic actually has so much depth and heart to it, I can't even begin to explain just please read it)

Until That Day by @kingsofeverything / kingsofeverything (45k, E, Harry/Louis, Big Bang fic, Runaway Bride AU, Enemies to Lovers, Established Narry but endgame Larry, Newspaper Columnist Louis, Baker Harry, Sarah and Mitch are Harry's best friends and omg I love them SO MUCH in this fic, The secondary characters bring so much color and flavor to this if that makes sense, The adaptations that were made to update the movie and make it British were incredible, I loved them so much and appreciated the adjustments that were made, it made it so Harry and the fic had more depth and a bit more realistic resolutions, plus harry's family was a larger part of it and his nan omggggg, anyway i devoured this fic in a night instead of sleeping so, a+ 10 out of 10 would recommend)

The Rest Of My Life by @reminiscingintherain / reminiscingintherain (11k, M, Niall/Bressie, Heartbreak Weather fest, Song Fic, Based on Black and White, meet cute, age difference, size difference, Canon Compliant for the most part? I think?, Flirting, It kind of is a very sweet set of vignettes capturing moments of their relationship from the day they meet through until they're much older and settled down, It was so soft and gentle and I loved how Bressie was written as well as how determined Niall was, looooved it)

Don't Hold Back by @jacaranda-bloom / jacaranda_bloom (15k, E, Niall/Harry, Heartbreak Weather fest fic, Song Fic, Based on Cross Your Mind, Famous/Non-Famous, Pop Star Niall, Fan Harry, Banter, Fluff and Humor, This fic was so soft and so much fun to read, and she somehow made it so the fan/singer scenario actually felt realistic???, it was really impressive and so fun)

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Early Mornings

summary: what mornings are like when geralt comes home

content: fluff

paring: Geralt of Rivia x female reader

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Soft breaths come and go with the rise and fall of his broad chest. His hair is messy and in knots from tossing and turning partially from how damn soft your bed is, different from the usual forest floors and dingy inn beds. The early morning sun slipped through the cracks of the translucent curtains to reach the highs of his cheeks, see the peaks on skin from underneath coarse chest hair.

Never have you seen the Witcher so relaxed, long silver hair cascading over bare shoulders but instead of the normal rough grimace was a relaxed pout. So peaceful you have to fight the urge to kiss it.

Mornings like these make you wonder why you ever let him leave at all. The selfish urge to keep the Witcher here all to yourself hangs high in the air, so much you almost feel ashamed of it.

Seven weeks. That's how long he was gone this time and with winter on its way, it would surely be longer. Geralt has been asleep for hours, you couldn't find the courage or have the heart to wake him. Last night he came late at night, clearly tired with big purple bags under his eyes and covered in some kind of green goo. From your own guess, right after slaying the beast came to see you.

You can't help as your greedy eyes run across his strong features again, fluttering eyes lashes with a narrow nose, pink cupid shaped lips with a chiseled jaw line. Then down his chest, dark hairs curling against the skin that falls into his toned, muscular stomach. A dark patch of hair picks up again in a line down to his abdomen where the sheets cover to keep his modesty.

It's like you could watch him sleep all day and never grow tired. Peaceful and resting, something the wolf never had before.

But your hand quickly betrays you and without any thought presses against the line of his jaw, feeling the prickle of his scruff. As much as you loved to see him relaxed there is nothing you want more in this world than to see those amber eyes gaze upon your skin. The other hand presses against the solid mass of his tricep and pushes lightly.

It does nothing. Geralt is still sound asleep, almost unlife like as you huff. Despite the early morning bringing a chill into the house, you manage to get out of the messy sheets only to straddle Geralt with a grin. The weight of your being pressed against his abdomen did little to wake the sleeping wolf but the warm kisses against his neck followed by a smooth trail of saliva made his eyes flutter.

"What are you doing?" The grumbled words coming from his chest, annoyed about being waking unexpectedly. Golden eyes find your own, a grin breaking his face once noticing the very compromising position you had managed to get into. His hair is messily tossed across shoulders, frizzy from the nights sleep.

You look beautiful, hair clearly slept on, face bare but all he could think about is how beautiful you are. How lucky he is that a beautiful creature like you would give him the time of day.

Geralt's large hand presses into your cheek, using the pads of his knuckles to slowly run them across your jaw line, back and forth as he just stares.

"What?" He chuckles at the way you scrunch your nose, annoyed.

"You're beautiful, sweet girl."

There's that stupid nicknames that makes your face warm, rolling your eyes like it's not big deal but he almost sees right through you as he sits up, wrapping your legs around his waist and presses a soft kiss into your neck before holding you there.

It feels like hours, the way he holds you close. Hugging you and pressing sweet kisses against your bare shoulder.

Leaning against his touch you curl the ends of his hair with your fingers affectionately, "I'm hungry."

"Of course you are." Lips find your hair before rubbing his cheek into it. "A few more minutes with you, that's all I wish for."

Geralt sighs like it physically hurts to pull away and bring his eyes to your own, "I'll make breakfast before I leave? Stay inside, I'll go get some eggs from the hens, it's too cold out there for you."

The words make your heart drop, trying to hide your disappointment as Geralt frowns. This, this is the exact part he dreads. Seeing the quiver of your lip followed by glossy eyes.

"You're leaving so soon?"

"Yes," He answers truthfully, "I need more coin before returning home for the winter. Kaer Morhen is a long journey."

His hands reach out to cup yours and bring them to his lips, "One more job, I'll come back for you."

“You promise?”

“I promise. It gets harder and harder to leave you every time, my heart.” brows flurrow in confusion as Geralt pauses his words with a smile, "Just need some coin before we make the far journey to my home."

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[kim-seung-mo]

hi! could i request skz reaction to you getting pregnant? 🥺 pls ignore if this makes you uncomfy tho!

𝕎𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝔾𝕖𝕥 ℙ𝕣𝕖𝕘𝕟𝕒𝕟𝕥

♩ fem!reader, fluff!! pregnancy (obviously) but no childbirth, some of the boys get hella emotional so crying, but mostly pure fluff

♩♩ word count: 1.1k

♩♩♩ A/N: there is a request that follows prompt #22 coming up...i just don't know when i'm getting to it kkk

wip list here

Chan

Speaking of how Chan found out you were pregnant... It happened on a quiet afternoon.

Your period was a few weeks late, which was a bit unusual.

Curious, you bought a pregnancy test and decided to take it.

The result turned out to say that you were pregnant.

You scream in terror and Chan immediately rushes up from downstairs and bursts through the bathroom door.

"Baby what's wrong?" he says with a worried look on his face, scanning you up and down to see if you're hurt.

Then he froze when he saw the pregnancy test in your hand.

"Is that...what I think it is? Are you- Am I- WHAT???"

He acts even more panicked than you do.

Minho

You've been acting a bit off lately and have lost your appetite for his cooking.

At first he was a bit upset, but he didn't want to show it because he was ashamed.

He didn't dare to ask you why, so he just sulked by himself.

Only later, after calming down and thinking for a while did he realize suddenly that you might be pregnant.

"Y/N, let's go to the hospital for a check-up." He suggested to you.

You agreed to his request, figuring that it had been a while since you last went there.

It turned out that you were indeed pregnant, and almost two months already.

Of course he was happy about the fact that you were pregnant, but he was mostly glad that you weren't unhappy with his cooking.

"Do I look relieved? You're overthinking it Y/N...I'm just happy." That's not a lie.

Changbin

He is very observant, more so than everyone around him.

He noticed before you realized yourself that you were pregnant.

It was him who bought the pregnancy test for you and asked you to take it.

After the results came back and he knew you were indeed pregnant, he put on a smug look of pride.

"See, I told you that you were definitely pregnant."

It took a few minutes before he finally realized that this was a very, very big deal.

Then he'd pick you up and spin you around so many times that you felt like you were gonna pass out before he put you down.

"I'm going to be a dad! Y/N! I'm going to be a dad!"

His next nine months were spent protecting you as if you were a fragile piece of furniture.

Hyunjin

"Jinnie...I have something to tell you......"

He looked up and saw your very serious look and assumed that you were breaking up with him.

He instantly gets red-eyed, the words "please don't leave me" were about to leave his mouth when you suddenly hand him a hospital test report.

He didn't have time to look down, he just saw the words "test report" and panicked.

"What's wrong? Are you sick? Is it serious? You're not going to die, are you? I-" "Jinnie, omg, just please read what it says."

He lowered his head and read it carefully, then his jaw dropped to the floor.

"It's not April Fool's Day, is it?" "It's Valentine's Day." "It's not a custom to pull pranks on Valentine's Day, is it?" "Omg Hyunjin I'm pregnant!!! Is it THAT hard to believe??"

(insert meme of a shocked Hyunjin)

On a more serious note, he'll probably get down on his knees and kiss your belly, telling you he'll love you forever.

Jisung

You were the one who told him you wanted a baby, so when he found out that you had succeeded in bearing a child, he thought nothing but joy.

He was in bed with you that night thinking about baby names.

"It's only been a few weeks, we don't even know the gender of the baby yet, what's your hurry?"

Instead, he just shook his head and clutched your hand in excitement.

"I can't wait, I need to think of it now, Han Ji if it's a girl and Han Sung if it's a boy!"

You hit him on the head.

But it still gave you comfort to know that he was as excited as you were for the birth of this child.

The next day in the JYP building you could hear him shouting from three floors away, "I'm going to be a father!!!"

Probably writing songs for his unborn child right now.

Felix

"Felix, I have something to tell you, but promise me you won't get too excited."

He blinks, then nods slowly, waiting for your next words.

"I'm pregnant."

The entire box of chocolate chip cookies he was carrying all fell to the floor.

Then all that came out of the room was a scream, and the other three members who lived together all came out rushing over, thinking someone had died.

They pushed the door open only to see Felix on his knees hugging your leg and crying.

The three of them thought you were breaking up, only to find out after asking in detail that you were pregnant.

"Why are you crying?" "I'm just... I'm just......just so happy."

Refuses to leave your side for more than three meters for the next nine months.

Seungmin

Thought you were trolling him and waved his hand like it was no big deal.

"I know, I know, you're pregnant, aren't you? Next time try to find a more convincing-"

You flung the hospital test report in front of him.

His eyes widen and he freezes for a few seconds before slowly lifting his head to look at you.

Then, forgetting everything he had just said, his whole body lunged up.

Carefully avoiding himself from crushing your stomach, he arches his back and rests his head on your shoulder.

"When did you get pregnant? How long has it been? Oh my god this is wonderful news!!!"

You've never seen him so excited and overjoyed.

"I'll take responsibility, don't worry, I promise I'll be a good husband and a good father!"

Jeongin

He's so young and life has barely begun for him......he could even be called a 'child' himself.

When you first found out, you were even torn about whether to tell him or not.

But lying to him was not something you wanted to do, so you decided to tell him the truth after thinking about it.

You didn't expect him to burst into tears.

"Innie, why are you crying? Do you not want the baby... If you don't want it -"

"Of course I do! I'm so happy... I've been dreaming about my days with you lately, about forming a family together, about that happy life.....Y/N, thank you for making my dreams come true, really......"

He would want to rub your belly every now and then, talking to the baby when the embryo was only less than two months old.

But even though he seems a little childish now, you have no doubt that he'll make a great father.

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