#probably a few dozen others i’m forgetting

[sepulchritude]

I like dorian electra for a lot of reasons but pretty high up there is “made the phrase ‘put the fear of god in me’ into a graphic innuendo for anal”

#sodom & gomorrah is so good #i’m also just really into their look #their innuendo game is unreal tbh i love it #can’t forget ram it down when they took ‘love who you want but don’t ram it down my throat’ and made it about sucking dick #also career boy when they talked about getting fucked by their job but also getting fucked over the desk #probably a few dozen others i’m forgetting #dorian electra #sepulchritudinous

[unclewaynemunson]

Pt2 to this post. At this point it looks like there’ll be 4 parts in total :)

Robin is basically seething with rage when she walks into Thatcher Tire before the start of her own shift at Family Video. After a month of Steve being happier than she had ever seen him before, he showed up on her doorstep on the verge of tears last night. She had to listen to him talk about Eddie until well after midnight. About Eddie, who had apparently only been “fucking around” with him for the past month, while Steve was falling head-over-heels for him.

Robin liked Eddie, of course she did. But one part of her had not even been surprised about this turn of events. It was the part of her that had never fully trusted Eddie – the part she had tried her very best to shut up because she didn't want to believe in the possibility of it being right.

It was the part of her that had been warning her that something about Eddie and Steve seemed off right from the beginning: how Steve was falling, with complete faith and no safety net, while Eddie was... Well, it wasn't like he was actively mean or cruel in any way. It wasn't like he seemed to be using Steve or like he wasn't really into him. None of that. But there had always been this something she couldn't quite put her finger on.

Now she finally knows what it was.

She has dozens of questions ready to fire at him. Did he ever even notice how fragile Steve really is, underneath those leftover pieces from his high school days? How lonely he is? Does he even know how badly that boy wants to be loved? Does he know how much it broke Robin's heart when she couldn't give that love to Steve in the way he wanted her to? Will it break Eddie's heart, too, when he realizes what he has done to Steve? Or did he already know, all this time? Has he just been playing some cruel game for a whole fucking month?

So she barges into the garage and marches purposefully towards the backroom with her battle baret all dusted off for the occasion, ready to tell Eddie exactly what she thinks of him. But she stops in her tracks when she hears Eddie's voice emerge from the room, sounding like he's already caught up in some kind of heated conversation himself.

'Right?! I mean, can you believe this shit?! He just shows up with goddamn flowers like we're – like we're actually together or some shit!'

It's silent for a while and it takes Robin a few seconds to realize that he must be on the phone.

'He's hot, okay?' Eddie continues, in a voice that could best be described as distressed. 'And the kids like him, he's cute, there was no reason not to say yes when he asked me out. But it was never supposed to – we were just supposed to have some fun and leave it at that.' He actually sounds like he's on the verge of tears by now.

'Because this was never the fucking plan!' he answers a question asked from the other end of the line. 'If he's gonna continue like this, all sweet and caring and giving me flowers and shit... I'm gonna fall in love with him, Jeff, I'm serious! I don't even know why he's doing this – he probably just wants to know that he can, you know. Give his ego a little boost and laugh at me when he finds out it's actually working. It's cruel, it's really fucking cruel.'

There's another beat of silence.

'You're a lifesaver,' Eddie then says. 'And bring that one ice cream, you know the one, with the pecan and the – exactly! And maybe some of your mom's chocolate pie if she still has – thank you, my hero. Oh, and don't forget to say hi to your mom from me.'

While Eddie hangs the phone back on the hook, Robin takes her final step around the corner.

'Is that really what you think of him?'

Eddie jumps up when he sees Robin standing in the doorway, her arms crossed in front of her chest and one of her most scathing looks on her face.

'What the hell, Buck? Were you eavesdropping on my phone call?'

'You really think he's the cruel one?' she repeats, ignoring his indignant question. 'Then why did he show up at my door yesterday night looking like a heap of misery and telling me how his boyfriend turned out to only have been his hookup all this time?'

'Look, Buckley, I – wait, what?'

'What?'

'His what now?'

And the utterly confused look on his face tells her more than enough. He didn't know, she realizes. He truly didn't know what Steve felt for him.

'You fucking dummy!'

'I – what did you just call me?'

'A dummy.' Okay, it's not exactly the best insult she ever came up with, but she has no choice but to double down on it now.

'No, earlier, you – you said – his boyfriend,' Eddie stutters out.

Robin merely shoots him an unimpressed glance.

'Steve thought we were boyfriends?!' he exclaims in a shrill voice. He looks at her like she just dropped some news about Vecna returning to Hawkins.

'Do you really have to look that disgusted about it?'

'No, I wasn't – Are you playing some kind of twisted prank on me here?'

'Do I look like this is a prank?'

He narrows his eyes at her. 'But... Why the hell would he want us to be boyfriends?'

'Because he liked you, you idiot!' she yells at him. 'Because he asked you out and you said yes and you were nice to him! Because he basically had those obnoxious little pink hearts floating around his head whenever you were together! Because you treated him with more kindness and respect than any girl he's ever dated before – well, until he wanted to celebrate your anniversary and you basically told him to fuck off when he wanted to take care of you while you were sick! Which you clearly aren't, by the way!'

'Don't be ridiculous here,' Eddie shoots back at her. 'Why would he ever want me to be his boyfriend?'

'Because – are you even listening to me?! Because he's in love with you!'

'Come on, Robin, you can't actually believe that,' he says, a tensed chuckle coloring the end of the sentence. 'He's Steve Harrington.' And he says that name in such a snide tone that it makes Robin flinch on her best friend's behalf.

'I mean, sure, he's fallen from his throne and all that,' he continues, 'but no one really changes that much. He was a dick! Don't you remember how he treated your band friends? Don't you remember how completely invisible you were to him? Don't you remember the names he called people like us? All the people he'd knock down to lift himself up?'

She doesn't avert her gaze, but only lifts her chin.

'You don't need to remind me,' she tells Eddie, trying her very best to sound as calm as possible. 'I remember. But I also remember how he snuck the most nerdy kids I ever met into the back of our ice cream store to let them watch movies for free. And I remember how he stuffed them with free ice cream when nobody was watching. I remember how he spent hours giving Dustin advice about his girlfriend – the advice was terrible, frankly, but that's not the point, it was well-meant.' No, stop, don't get distracted, she sternly tells herself, steering back to the topic at hand.

'I remember how he did everything in his power to get Dustin and Erica to safety when we all got caught in a goddamn nightmare. I remember how he almost died taking a bunch of punches for me.' She takes a quick breath before she goes on. 'I remember how he broke down in my arms because he felt so guilty about the person he used to be, the people he hurt when he was this asshole teenage boy doing asshole teenage boy shit. I remember how dumb he felt when he didn't get into any colleges again, I remember how scared he was when he figured out he liked boys, I remember how you were the one who made him finally feel some self-worth again when you guys started dating... And you know what else I remember? How you broke his heart yesterday. So you don't have to tell me what a dick he is, Eddie Munson. If you need to point fingers and call someone a dick so bad, don't you dare come for Steve. You better look in the mirror for that.'

Pt3 is here!

(Edit: it's actually 5 parts now. You can read the whole thing on ao3 here)

The amount of people asking to be tagged has frankly been unreal, woah! It honestly means so fucking much to me that you care enough about this silly lil story to ask for a tag 🥹 Seriously, thank you so much, and I hope you liked this part / the way the story is unfolding. I’d love to hear what y’all think <3

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#don't mind me rambling about stranger things #let robin be steve's guard dog alright #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #robin buckley #stranger things #fruity ficlet

[thegoblinboy]

Eddie skims the books on the shelf in front of him, there was no use in trying to find one he was actually interested in. He was just going to end up forgetting about it and picking up one of the lord of the rings books again. Instead he just lets himself wander through his thoughts. Letting his body go in autopilot as his fingers gently brush the spines of dozens of books.

He should be in gym class, but he isn’t. The consequences of skipping were far better than those of actually showing up. The last time he went (over a month ago now) he ended up walking out with a chipped tooth and black eye. And he can’t forget about the bruised ego.

Walking at the end of one aisle, he carefully turns and moves himself into the next. Preparing to loop through said aisle again but nearly jumping out of his skin when he nearly falls over another person. A person who was sitting down, back pressed to the shelf he was walking the corner of.

A croak like noise comes out of the back of his throat as he nearly tumbles face first into carpeting. Stumbling forward a bit and catching balance on the shelf to the left of him. Secretly praying to all that’s holy that he didn’t somehow know the entire shelf over.

“Jesus H Christ.” He spits out, a hand pressed against his chest as he dramatically breathes heavier then normal. Putting on a show for whoever nearly killed him. Turning around to face the culprit he nearly jumps back again startled.

Sitting, pretty pathetically Eddie would say, was a very beat up Steve Harrington. Who looked like a horror book came to life. His eyes, or eye was a bit glossed over and wide as he starts stuttering over his words a bit. Obviously having a moment before Eddie came along and crashed the party.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to trip you up like that.” Steve visibly cringes at his own words, as if he was also aware he seemed pathetic.

“Eh- it’s alright. Not the first time a king has tried taking me out.” He grins, before faltering a bit as he remembers that the other wouldn’t understand his DnD campaign reference.

He begins to walk away, wanting the entire awkward interaction to be over. But he can’t help but be just a bit nosy as his eyes glance down at the book in Steve’s lap. It probably had been open at one point, but it was now closed and Eddie is secretly thankful he can read upside down.

“Head injuries huh?” He points out. “Didn’t take you for a reader King Steve.” He drags the other’s name out a bit longer than he has to as he crosses his arms over his chest and cocking a hip out. He didn’t personally enjoy talking with asshole jocks, but what he did enjoy was knowing some things. He liked having some lore for the people around him.

“I’m not.” Steve snorts as he lifts the book up. “Just trying to do some research, I don’t know if you have eyes or anything but my face is pretty smashed in right now.” He retorts back with a little bit of sass. Eddie notes how his words slur up a bit, like he was drunk. But Eddie could spot a drunk anywhere and Steve Harrington seemed a hundred percent sober.

Furrowing his eyebrows, just a bit concerned he doesn’t let up the banter. Purposely forcing his eye lids open with one hand and jokingly pressing the finger tip against his eye before pulling back. Blinking the tears out of his slightly agitated right eye as he brings two thumbs up and comments, “we are in the clear I, Eddie Munson, let the record show, have eyeballs.” He grins dramatically.

“Want a gold star for that poncho.” Steve snorts, shaking his head a bit obviously amused. His body tensed up a bit as he goes a bit pale for a moment, squeezing his eyes shut with shaky breathes as his fists tighten around the book he was holding.

“Yes I do in fact want a gold star-” Eddie mumbles out gently, face scrunching up a bit more worried now as he moves his crossed arms from off his chest and moves a few steps closer to the other.

“Hey Harrington, you alright? You don’t seem like your typical charming self.” He comments as he hesitates for a moment before he crouches down. Leaving a few inches between the two of them.

Steve gives a weak nod of his head before he adjusting himself. “Yeah- just moves my head too much. Happens sometimes you know?” He chuckles gently.

“Oh thank god, you were looking a little green. Was worried you were about to hulk out on me buddy.” Eddie jokes a little, trying to lighten the mood a bit. Lifting his hand up and running one of his rings against the bottom of his lip before glancing back down at the book.

��Find anything good in there, or are you just holding it for show?” Eddie asks gently, trying to come off a bit more teasing.

Steve snorts again, sounding a bit stressed as he nearly shakes his head no again but stopped ps himself. “No, couldn’t even make it through the first page without wanting to throw up.” He groans as he quickly adds. “Not because I don’t want to read it, it’s just the words won’t sit still and it hurts my eyes which then hurts my head.” He groans as he opens his eyes back up fully and looks down at the book with a little huff.

“Could always get a nerd to do your homework for you,” Eddie jokes, slightly hinting towards Wheeler. “Heard that girlfriend of yours had a decent brain on her, she seems like the type to understand that you’ll need help.” He tilts his head to the side as he looks at the other.

Steve makes a noise that Eddie can’t even place, it sounded like the mixture of a laugh and a snort combined. “Can’t, I’m pretty sure she cheated on me with Byers. Don’t want to feel any more stupid around her.” He mumbles the last sentence out.

Eddie looks a bit surprised, he hadn’t taken Mrs Priss to be a cheater. Though he furrows his eyebrows again in thought. “If you give me a twenty I’ll read that book for you and try answering any questions you have.”

Eddie didn’t want to seem completely like a sweetheart, he had to keep up the image he had going on or else people wouldn’t take him seriously during deals. And he didn’t want to ruin said image to Steve Harrington of all people.

Steve squints his good eye at Eddie suspiciously, “I’ll pay you a hundred if you don’t mention this to anybody else.”

Eddie feels a little bit shitty for doing this but an image had to be kept.

“You’ve got yourself a deal Harrington.” His grin isn’t fully authentic as he takes the book from the other and does a playful salute as he stands up fully and begins to walk away.

#Eddie is a worried wart #Steve may become a lost sheep #a drabble of sorts #don’t know if I’ll do another part #just wanted to write and see where it took me #I’m back! #steddie #stranger things #eddie munson #steve harrington #steve x eddie #bxb #steveharrington #steveddie #eddie stranger things #steve and eddie #Steve has head injuries #hoh steve harrington #Steve has a concussion #post season 2

[kaleldobrev]

Pumpkin Muffins

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Fem!Reader

Summary: You and Dean decide to try new nicknames for each other

Word Count: 930

Warnings: None, just fluff!

Authors Note: A little bit of a shorter fic than I normally write, but I had a cute little idea I wanted to write | Probably one of the fluffiest things I’ve written | If you liked this, don’t forget to like & reblog. I really appreciate it! Feedback is always welcome ♡

You and Dean were currently sitting next to each other in the War Room; dozens of open books laying on the table in front of you, each open to a random page that may or may not be helpful to the case you and the boys were currently working on. You were sitting in your usual spot in your usual position whenever you were in the War Room: your legs and bare feet in Dean’s lap with one of his hands resting on your thigh. Ever so subtly and gently, he would sometimes start to rub circles on your skin, sending small shivers down your spine and giving you tiny goosebumps – goosebumps you knew that Dean could feel.

The book you were currently reading was propped up on your lap, one of your fingers gingerly playing with the upper corner of the page. As you were reading the words on the page, you felt your eyes start to grow slightly heavy with sleep; letting out a small yawn. You felt Dean squeeze your thigh, and you peered over the edge of the book to look at him. “Hey Sleepy.” He said, his voice sounding tired.

“Right back at you.” You gave him a small smile.

“I’m not the one that yawned.” He sounded defensive. “I’m not ti-” He yawned in the middle of his sentence, which caused you to give him a look. “Shut up.” He said, closing the book in front of him.

“Want to call it a night? Sam went to bed hours ago.” You said, you too closing your book and placing it on the table in front of you.

Dean looked at his watch. “Huh.” He said and looked at you. “3 in the morning.”

“A lot later than I thought it was.” You rubbed your face. “I’m ready to hit the hay if you are Pumpkin.”

Dean raised a brow. “Pumpkin?” He questioned, his hand starting to run up your thigh, stopping at the edge of one of his flannels that you were wearing.

“What?” You innocently asked.

“Pumpkin.” He started to play with the hem of the shirt gently. “That’s a new one.” He smirked.

“Do you like it? I wanted to try something new.” For as long as you had known Dean, the two of you always tended to use the same nicknames or pet names for each other. Sweetheart, Honey, Babe, Baby. You didn’t dislike those names, but you had wanted to try something new since ‘Sweetheart’ was one of those nicknames that Dean tended to use on everyone, and you had wanted him to either call you something differently, or you had wanted to call him something differently.

“What’s wrong with Sweetheart, Sweetheart?” He asked, turning his body to face you now, which caused you to move your bare feet to press gently against his stomach.

“Nothing’s wrong with it. I just…you call everyone Sweetheart.” You sighed softly, almost sounding a bit annoyed even though you really weren’t.

“I thought you liked it.” He was a little confused, more surprised than anything. Because as long as you had known him, calling you Sweetheart was something that he always did, or he would call you other nicknames like Babe, Baby, or Honey. Since you never commented on Sweetheart, it never occurred to him that you didn’t like the name. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

You shrugged. “I didn’t want to make it a big deal. I mean, I don’t entirely dislike the name, I just…I don’t know.” Bringing this up to Dean was something that wasn’t necessarily on your top priority list because you and the boys had other things to worry about, world ending things to worry about to be exact.

“Sw-Y/N.” Dean moved his chair, which made your legs fall off his lap for only a few moments before he took your hand, guiding you to come and sit on his lap; which you promptly did. Both of your hands had found themselves on the back of Dean’s head, while his hands found themselves on your lower back. “If you don’t like me calling you somethin’, you gotta tell me. I’ll never, and I mean never give you shit for it.”

“Are you sure?” You didn’t know why you were asking him, you knew that it was okay.

“Y/N, you are one of the most badass hunters that I have ever encountered in my life. And you are someone that isn’t afraid of taking down a whole nest of vampires all by herself, but, the one thing you’re afraid of is telling your boyfriend that you don’t like it when he calls you Sweetheart? Muffin, you know how silly that sounds right?”

“Dean –” You were about to comment on what he said but one of the words in his final sentence had thrown you. “Muffin?”

He nodded, almost as if he was proud of himself. “Do you like it? I’m trying something new.” He winked.

You couldn’t help but smile back at him. You strangely liked the nickname Muffin, it was cute and unexpected coming from Dean. Not that Dean couldn’t be cute when he wanted to be; the man had a strange way about him where he was able to be sexy, hot, and cute all at once. “I like it.” You brought both your hands to his cheeks, cupping his face. “You realize this means our ship name would be Pumpkin Muffins now.”

Dean chuckled. “I don’t see the problem. Who doesn’t like Pumpkin Muffins?”

“Nobody.” You smiled, before leaning in and pressing your lips to his.

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[justagalwhowrites]

Halcyon - Ch. 4: Want to Talk About It?

Joel attends your mother's funeral. A continuation of Halcyon from the prologue through Ch. 3, a modern no outbreak AU TLOU fic found on Tumblr here.

Pairing: Joel Miller x Female Reader

Warnings: Death. Mention of suicide. Modern No Outbreak AU, No use of Y/N, Slow burn, 18+ only, Minors DNI

Length: 4.5K

A/N: Anna is vaguely described. Not mentioned in this chapter BUT Anna is adopted (this will be explicitly in the text later) and has no blood relation to Goldie.

AO3 | Main Master List | Prologue | Previous Chapter | Next Chapter

November 14, 2010

“You sure we should really be here?” Tommy asked, looking over at Joel. 

“Course we should be here,” Joel replied, glancing at him and drying his sweaty palm on his black jeans. “We knew ‘er, too. Wouldn’t just be here to support… we’d be here anyway is what I’m saying.” 

“Right,” Tommy nodded. “OK.” 

The two of them were quiet, tucked away at the back of the funeral parlor. It wasn’t too packed with people, maybe two or three dozen, who were milling around, lining up to go look at your mom’s body. Joel couldn’t bring himself to do that part of it. He’d looked at his dad as he lay cold and still and now he had a hard time picturing him alive. He didn’t want to do that again. 

“She’s gonna be here, right?” Tommy whispered. “I mean… Rhode Island is far and she hasn’t been back since, right?” 

“It’s her mom” Joel whispered back. “Course she’ll be here.” 

He looked back over his shoulder anyway. He wasn’t nearly as confident as he sounded. 

Joel hoped you’d be here. It made sense that you would be. He hadn’t seen you in years. It had been so long he’d started to forget what you sounded like. It was like one day, just after prom, you decided he wasn’t a part of your life anymore and that was that. A switch he didn’t know existed had flipped and his whole life turned upside down with it. 

He almost hadn’t known your mother died. Your fucking mother, the woman who fed him dinner more times than he could count, who called him Joely, who tugged on the ends of his curls when his hair got long and told him to not be shy, to take what he wanted from her kitchen because her home was his home, too. She’d died and he almost hadn’t even heard about it. He wouldn’t be here at all if it wasn’t for a text from your sister. 

Hey Joel, it’s Anna. She wouldn’t want me to tell you this but I think that’s bullshit. Our mom died a few days ago, the funeral is Sunday. Thought you might want to know. Hope you’re doing OK <;3 

It sent him reeling more than anything else related to you had in so long. How could he not have known? That something so big could happen to you and he was just living his life as though things were normal? That he wasn’t helping you through it? He should be helping you through it. 

But it hurt in other ways, too. It made him realize that, really, he was nothing to you. He wasn’t even your fucking Facebook friend. If something happened to you across the country, if you were in a car accident or you needed your appendix out, no one would tell him. He’d never know about it. You could die and it would be a normal day for him because he was nothing to you and no one would tell him that the most important person in the world was gone. 

Before too long, people started finding their seats and Joel fought to not turn around and watch the doors, looking for you. But he still glanced back when you did come in, trailing behind a small cluster of people that looked vaguely familiar. He realized he probably met them at some family event or another, at a birthday party or BBQ because, for three years, you were only ever apart when you had to be. 

And then there you were. You were wearing a black dress with black tights and black high heels and your eyes were red but your face was firm. There was a man beside you, one whose arm you clutched tight and Joel resisted the urge to glare at him. You didn’t even glance at Joel.

Anna came in behind you. She didn’t bother with the pretense of pretending not to cry, little trails of mascara running down her cheeks. But she smiled tightly at Joel and mouthed “hi” and he gave her a sad smile in return. 

Joel watched as you, Anna and that fucking man settled into the front row, his arm going around your shoulders and tugging you against his side. Joel barely listened to the officiant at first, too busy focusing on you. You kept turning your head to look up at the man next to you and at one point he leaned over and kissed your temple and whispered in your ear. Joel ground his teeth. 

But it was easy to pay attention when you got up to give your eulogy. You pulled your gold notebook out of your bag and carried it up to the podium. Your eyes were still red - he could see that, even from the back of the room - and your shoulders were hunched as you arranged the notebook in front of you. But you took a deep, shaky breath and looked up, back straightening and chin jutting out in defiance, jaw set tight. 

“If I had to find one word to summarize my mother, it would be try,” you said. “She was made up of try, I think. She was always trying to make things better for my sister and I, always trying to build the life she wanted… I guess, in the end, trying just became too much for her…” 

Your voice never wavered. It was stronger than Joel remembered but the tone and cadence were so familiar, so like home. Your eyes were red but you didn’t cry. You just stood there, fingers tight on your notebook that you only ever glanced down at, anyway. 

Joel wanted to get up and hug you. You looked like you needed a hug. More than a hug. You looked like you needed someone to carry you for a while, like you needed someone to take you by the shoulders, look you in the eye and say “It’s OK. I’ll take it from here. Rest.” You needed it so much that Joel started to stand up, instinctively, when you finished your speech and headed back to your seat but the man you came in with met you near the podium, putting his arm around you and kissing the top of your head. Joel sat back down. 

“She did good,” Tommy whispered as Joel stared straight ahead. For the first time, your eyes met his. 

“Yeah,” Joel said, not looking away. “She did.” 

After the service, there was a receiving line and Joel held Tommy back. He wondered if, maybe, he could get you alone that way. But that fucking guy was on you like glue, one of his hands on the small of your back he entire time. He was constantly directing you, constantly nudging you where he wanted you to be, adjusting you to stand how he wanted you to stand. Joel wanted to fucking punch him. 

“Thank you for coming,” Anna smiled a little at him, her blue eyes lacking their usual spark. “I know it’s been a while but… well, Mom just loved you.” 

Joel’s throat got tight. 

“I loved her, too,” he said. “She was a great lady. Really.” 

“Yeah,” Anna said, her voice wet as she looked back toward the casket. “Yeah, she was.” 

Joel glanced at you, your fingers in a tight fist around the man’s shirt, your lips at his ear as he frowned a little. Anna looked back at him and followed his eyes. 

“Don’t get me started,” she said, her voice low. “Mom wasn’t huge on him…” 

Joel shook hands quickly with one of your aunts and then he was in front of you. He glanced over at the man and realized he recognized him. The man had to be twice your age, hair going gray and crows feet around his eyes. His chest got tight. 

“Joel,” you said, one arm crossed over the front of yourself, clutching onto your opposite elbow. “Good of you to come.”

“Course,” he said. He wasn’t sure if he was supposed to shake your hand or not. What did you do with the person who was once your best friend, the person you lost your virginity to, when you hadn’t spoken in years? “Always loved your mom. She was always nicer to me than I deserved.” 

You huffed at that and the man pressed a little closer to you, his hand firmly planted on your lower back. You stood up straighter before you looked toward Tommy and your face softened a little. “Good to see you Tommy. How’s school going?”

“OK,” he shrugged. “I’m passing. Missed you.” 

You smiled ever so slightly. 

“Missed you, too.” 

“You could come visit, you know,” Tommy said. 

“Tommy,” Joel hissed and he just looked up at him. 

“What! She could.” 

“It’s not a great time for me to be leaving school,” you said. “I’ve got classes all year and writing intensives all summer… I’m not sure when I’ll be back again.” 

“Not even to see Anna?” Joel frowned. 

“Anna can always come visit us,” the man at your back said. “Sorry to cut the reunion short but we should keep things moving…” 

“We’re last in line,” Tommy protested. 

“And the family needs to get to the reception,” the man said. “I’m sure you can share your thoughts there.” 

“Right,” Joel said, looking from the man to you. “Sure we can. C’mon Tommy.” 

“But…” 

“Let’s go,” Joel cut him off. “Don’t want to be rude.” 

Joel looked back over his shoulder to you when he made it to the doors, your head bowed and the man’s large hand at the nape of your neck. 

“Guy’s an asshole,” Tommy muttered as he climbed in Joel’s truck. 

“Yeah, well,” he sighed, grinding his teeth a little. “Goldie always had shit taste in men.” 

Joel felt like he deserved a goddamn medal for sitting there, watching you with that fucking guy, silent at a table with your family, family made up of Anna and people he didn’t know. Because, besides Anna, they weren’t your fucking family. He was. Him and Tommy. 

He kept watching for a moment to try to get you alone, some point where you were away from that man who kept fucking pawing at you and who looked like he was old enough to be your fucking father. He tried not to think about how shitty that was. To corner you at your mother’s funeral and force you to talk to him. But it was hard to really care. 

The time for etiquette was long passed. He missed you. He kept thinking that, eventually, the feeling would fade. That he’d wake up in the morning and think of something besides you. That he’d stop looking for signs of you everywhere and in everything. That, eventually, some day, you wouldn’t be the first person he thought of talking to when he had a shit day or when something good happened to him. He couldn’t keep going like this, going on without the answers he should have fucking marched up to you and demanded years ago. Joel wasn’t the type to think the world owed him things but fuck, didn’t you? Didn’t you owe him something? Didn’t being inseparable things whose roots and branches had become so intertwined that one couldn’t live without the other mean that you had to at least tell him before you cut yourself away? You certainly didn’t seem to think so. He disagreed.

And then you came home with that guy, that fucking guy, the one who couldn’t possibly be good enough for you and you let him touch you and hold you and control you during what Joel knew had to be one of the worst times of your life. Did that guy even know? Did he know that your mom took you prom dress shopping and adjusted the hemline herself at the sewing machine in your living room? Did he know how you carefully removed the screen of your bedroom window to climb out of it so your mom wouldn’t hear you open the front door when you left to lay in the bed of Joel’s truck and star gaze at the park? Did he know how sad and kind your mother’s face was when she told him that you’d left town, moved to Rhode Island months earlier than planned, when he came by your house a few days after prom to demand answers? 

Did you?

Eventually, you stood up and leaned down to whisper in the man’s ear and you left the room. The man watched you go and Joel waited for a moment before he followed you. The door you’d gone through led to a hall with bathrooms and an exit to the parking lot and he took a guess, hovering outside the ladies’ room door. He was right, and you nearly walked into him a minute later. 

“Shit,” you said, sniffling a little. “Sorry…” 

“S’OK,” he said quickly. “Thought I’d check on you. See if you wanted a drink.” 

“A drink?” you raised your eyebrows at him. He had the strangest urge to trace the arch of them with his thumb. 

“Yup,” he pulled his flask ever so slightly from his inside leather jacket pocket before tucking it away again. “Bullshit that the person who probably coordinated this whole thing can’t even fucking drink for it. Thought you could use one.” 

“Jesus, could I ever,” you said, looking around quickly. “C’mon.” 

You took his hand as though everything was normal and pulled him along behind you to the door, shoving it roughly open before stepping out into the cool November air. 

“Oh shit, one sec,” you said, hovering by the door for a moment, holding it open with one hand and balancing on one foot. Joel laughed. 

“What the fuck are you doin’ Goldie?” 

“Making sure we don’t get locked out,” you replied, pulling your heel off and putting your shoe between the door and the frame, closing the heavy metal door delicately to make sure it stayed propped open. You limped awkwardly for a few steps before Joel just shook his head and went to you, looping his arm around your waist and half carrying you to the little partial wall that separated the restaurant from the parking lot. He set you down there and watched as you rolled and turned your ankle for a moment before stretching your foot out to a point. “Never buy heels, Joel. They’re not worth the pain.” 

“Noted,” he smiled a little and pulled the flask out of his coat pocket before sitting beside you. He handed it to you first and you looked at it for a moment, smiling a little. 

“This is familiar,” you said, a hint of fondness in your voice. 

“Yeah but I bought the booze this time,” Joel said. You nodded slowly as you took a sip. You winced a little as it went down and handed it back to him. He looked at it for a moment, his finger tracing the neck of it. The metal shined a little, wet with you and the rum. He brought it to his lips, taking a drink. “So… how’re things?” 

“You mean besides the fact that I’m here instead of working on final projects because my mom decided to slit her wrists in the bathtub?” You asked, brows raised. “Just peachy.” 

“Sorry,” Joel flinched, handing you the flask again. He stuck his hands in his pockets. “That was a stupid question.” 

You shrugged. 

“And how are you?” You asked, pulling your arms in tight to yourself. “I know it’s… it’s been a while…” 

“Well, someone I know changed their damn phone number,” Joel said, shrugging out of his coat and draping it over your shoulders. “But shit’s same as always. Or same as always for the last few years, anyway. Tommy is doing good in school right now. Got a job with some pretty steady work.” 

You frowned, tugging the coat a little tighter to yourself. Joel was reminded of when you’d borrow his letterman years ago, how the sleeves swallowed your fingers because his arms were long enough that they had to special order his size. You’d always looked so fragile there, in his coat. You’d always looked so protected there, too.

“Did you already get your associates?” You took drink and handed the flask back. 

“Nah,” he said, taking it. “Decided not to bother. What’s the point, just flunk out in a semester, maybe two. Figured I’d save myself a lot of grief and money and just cut to the chase, you know?” 

He took a drink.

“That’s bullshit,” you said, gaping at him. “Joel, come on, it’s just two years, you can…” 

“I can what?” He cut you off. “I can fuck around at community college, act like I was ever gonna amount to anything…” 

“Of course you’re going to amount to something,” you interrupted him this time. “You already amount to something and…” 

“I amount to something?” He asked, voice getting heated. “Really? Is that why you took off without a fuckin’ word? Just ditched me here, blocked me on fucking Facebook, changed your fuckin’ number? Because I amount to so damn much…” 

“Don’t.” 

“Don’t what!” He was on his feet now and you flinched at his raised voice. “Don’t talk about it? Don’t point out the fucking obvious? Don’t actually hold you accountable for your shitty actions?” 

“My shitty actions?” You gaped at him before you laughed darkly. “Oh wow, that’s fucking rich coming from you…” 

“Yeah, yours!” He yelled. “Because I sure as shit don’t know what the fuck I did…” 

“Bullshit you don’t know what you did,” you snapped. “Come on, Joel, don’t pretend that you’re dumb. Don’t pretend that I’m dumb. We both know…” 

“I don’t know shit! I don’t know a fuckin’ thing when it comes to you, Goldie! I know you left! I know your mom wouldn’t give me your number! I know you apparently never even fucking thought about me…” 

“You don’t know a goddamn thing…” 

“I do know that you showed up here with that fucking guy!” He pressed on. “What the fuck is that? How old is he, hm?” 

“It’s not your fucking business!” 

“Should be someone’s fucking business!” He snapped. “Because he has to be, what, twice your age?” 

“So what if he is? I’m an adult, I can do whatever I want with whoever I want…” 

“An adult,” he laughed but there was no humor in it. “Adult, you can’t even buy your own fucking booze and you’re, what, fucking some 50-year-old man? What is he, your fucking professor, that it?” 

“He’s 40!” You snapped, on your feet, awkwardly off balance with your missing shoe. “And who cares how I met him, he thinks I’m smart! He wants to be around me, he looks out for me, he…” 

“He’s takin’ advantage of you is what he’s fuckin’ doing!” Joel’s chest was heaving. “Been watching him control you all goddamn day! You really think he cares about you? Knows you? You’re just gonna be one of many to him, Goldie, he probably does this with every pretty girl in his damn classes…” 

“Does he propose to them?” Your left hand flew in between you, palm facing you as you held it up. There was a large, solitary oval diamond on your ring finger. Joel felt sick. “I’m not just some girl to him, I’m not just another lay in a long line of lays. He loves me, he respects me and I love him and I don’t need your fucking judgement, Joel.” 

“Doll?” Joel’s head whipped around to see that fucking guy poking his head out of the door you’d propped open with your missing shoe. “Everything OK?” 

“Fine,” you smiled a little and shrugged out of Joel’s coat, handing it back to him. “Just needed some air.” 

“Folks are looking for you,” he said, looking over at Joel for a moment. “Should get back.” 

“Right,” you said, taking a deep breath for a moment before looking back at Joel. “Good to catch up, I guess. You really should think about getting your associates at least. It’d do you good.” 

You didn’t wait for him to respond, limping awkwardly for the door before delicately putting your foot into the black pump as your fucking fiance held onto you. 

Joel gave himself a few minutes to calm down before going back inside and finding Tommy. 

He didn’t stay. 

Instead, he dropped Tommy at his mom’s house and headed to the bar near his apartment that he liked best. He played there sometimes, just him and his voice and his guitar, knowing full well that there’d never be a record label scout in the crowd but it felt good pretending. 

It was still early, the bar pretty dead, and he took a seat off to the side before ordering a Shiner. He sat there, grinding his teeth and trying not to think of you with him. It wasn’t even that he got to be with you all the time instead of Joel. If you didn’t want Joel, fine, he wasn’t going to force himself on you but fuck, couldn’t you see what was right in front of you? That you deserved better than that? 

“Hey.” 

Joel almost jumped at the sound of someone next to him. He turned to find a woman there, about the same age as him. She was beautiful, with dark skin and curly hair and eyes it would be very easy to get lost in if he could get lost in anything right then. 

“Hey,” he replied, looking back toward the bar and taking another sip of his beer. 

“Mind if I sit here?” She asked. 

Joel shrugged. 

“Thanks,” she said, climbing up on the stool next to him. “Don’t really feel like dealing with the attention I get when I sit by myself but I desperately needed a drink…” 

She leaned over the bar and flagged down the bartender before ordering a whiskey on the rocks. 

“That good a day?” Joel asked after a moment. 

“Something like that,” she sighed. Jimmy, the bartender, set her drink in front of her and she took a sip before sighing. “Looks like about the same for you.” 

“Yup,” he said. 

“Want to talk about it?” She asked after a moment. 

“Not really,” he replied. She nodded. “You?” 

“No,” she said. “I’m Ashley, by the way.” 

“Joel.” 

“Good to meet you, Joel,” she smiled a little. 

He sat there with her for a while. He liked her well enough, he supposed. She was nice and lightly funny in a way that didn’t cut him deep. But when she smiled, she smiled like you. Slow and easy at first and then spreading wide like your whole self was cracking open with it. Fuck, he’d always loved making you smile like that. He missed making you smile like that. 

So when he finished his beer and didn’t want to be away from that smile, not yet, he asked if she wanted to come back to his place. 

“Sure,” she smiled like you. “That’d be nice.” 

They skipped the pretense of it, not bothering to feel each other up on the couch or make a pot of coffee that would sit untouched until morning. Instead, they went straight to his bedroom, pawing at each other’s clothes and pulling their bodies free of their confines as quickly as possible. 

Joel kissed her deep and hard and desperate and she pressed her soft, plush body against his and it felt good, getting lost in another person like this. It seemed like the only time in his life that he wasn’t stuck living at least halfway in some other reality where things had turned out different was when he was inside someone else. He sought it out like an addict, always searching for that next high, anything that would put him far away from the low he lived in. But he was careful. Always used a condom, always got at least some feel for the woman he was fucking first so he felt like he could trust her. 

But he was reckless with Ashley. He needed to feel something else too bad to put much thought into any of it. He reached for his nightstand and fumbled in the top drawer, pulling the last condom from the box and making a mental note to buy more when he got paid next. He tore it with his teeth and realized too late that he’d caught more than just the foil pack when he did.

“Fuck,” he panted, already naked on top of her. “Do you have…” 

“No,” she said, all breathless and needy below him. “But it’s OK. I’m on the pill and I’m clean. I’m OK with it if you are.” 

He looked down at her in the darkness, the moonlight casting shadows over her face. But then she smiled at him, slow at first then all at once. Just like you. 

“Really,” she said. “It’s fine.” 

“Fuck it,” he said, lining himself up with her entrance, the soft, wet heat of her pulling him in. 

“That’s the idea,” she smiled and then gasped as he pushed into her, chasing that high with her body below him. 

He fucked into her until she came and then she pushed him on his back, fucking herself down on him and Joel looked up at her and got the sense that she was in this for the same reasons he was. That this had very little to do with him. 

“Gonna come,” he warned, his hands on her waist. “Should pull out…” 

“Don’t,” she panted. “About to come again, fuck, just… just let me…” 

Her hands spread wide on his chest and she rode him harder, faster before pushing him in deep and coming around him, the pulsing of her walls setting off his orgasm, only aware enough to care for half a second before it hit that he shouldn’t be coming inside a total fucking stranger. 

She collapsed on top of him and he held her for a moment, not able to shake the feeling that he’d just made a monumental mistake. It reminded him of the morning after prom, the morning after the last time he came inside someone without protection. How afraid he’d been that he’d ruined things for you, that he’d gotten you pregnant and destroyed your life. But he hadn’t. At least, not that he knew of. He just lost you instead.

Ashley left not long after, just a quick “Thanks, Joel. That was fun.” after he gave her a glass of water. They swapped phone numbers but, in the moment, it seemed like pretense. This was what you did after a one night stand to pretend like it wasn’t a one night stand. It felt better if you could lie to yourself and say that every random fuck was just the start of a relationship that didn’t pan out. He didn’t plan to call her. He didn’t expect to hear from her again. 

He was wrong. 

Next Chapter

A/N: We all know what happened there with Ashley, right?

OK, cool.

Hope you all enjoyed this little glimpse at the last time Joel and Goldie saw each other before they reunited at the same bar where Joel picked up Sarah's mom 12 years earlier! These two, they kill me, I swear.

Thanks so much for reading the menace that is high school best friend!Joel. I'm in love with him, I fear. I hope you are, too.

Love you!

#fanfic #joel miller x female reader #joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #joel miller x oc #halcyon

[nhlclover]

the moment i knew | trevor zegras

word count: 1.24k

summary: it’s your birthday but your boyfriend doesn’t show.

warnings: angst, crying

notes: based on ‘the moment i knew’ by taylor swift. my first post and it’s angst lol i promise they won’t all be like this.

I walked up the front steps of my friend's house, the house seeming a little too quiet. It was just before 8 pm on the night of my 21st birthday, and my friend was hosting a small party for me with our friends. It was pretty obvious, however, that it was going to be a big party with a bunch of people. I knock on the door and hear a little bit of shuffling before the door swings open, revealing my friend.

“Happy birthday, y/n!” she cheers, bringing me in for a hug.

“Thank you, Lily.” I smile, stepping into the house, and shutting the door behind me. As I do so, dozens of people jump out from behind furniture and from behind walls, shouting a blend of surprises and happy birthdays. I pretend to be shocked, plastering a fake surprise look on my face.

“Oh my gosh, you did this for me?” I ask.

“You knew didn’t you?” she asks, sighing.

“I’m sorry it was a little obvious.” I chuckle. “But I appreciate it so much, thank you, Lily.”

I greeted some other friends who all wished me a happy birthday. When the flow of people slowed, I realized one person was missing from the group.

“Where’s Trevor?” I asked Lily, inquiring about my boyfriend's presence, or lack thereof.

“I think he’s coming a little later.” she replies, her voice sounding unsure. “The ducks' game only ended like, 30 minutes ago. Don’t worry, y/n, he said he’d be here.”

I nod, accepting the explanation. She was probably right, after all. He would have to shower after the game and get dressed. I expel a sigh of relief and accept a drink being handed to me by another friend. I engage in conversation with friends I haven't seen in months, people asking me how I’ve been, though I’m only half present in the conversations as I keep one eye on the door, waiting for him to walk through. 

An hour passed and he still hadn’t shown. I was only able to forget about it for a few minutes before I let my mind wander, recalling how much effort I had put into my look that night. I had worn a pink silk mini dress that had a slight cow-neck; the exact dress Trevor had told me looked amazing on me when I bought it two weeks prior. I had done a bit more makeup than normal, deeming that it was a special occasion, and done my hair in soft curls.

Finally, the door opens, and I see Mason and Jamie walk in, but see Trevor not with them. They spot me and come up to me. 

“Happy birthday, y/n!” they say simultaneously. 

“Thanks, guys.” I smile back, hugging them both. “Is Trevor with you?”

Mason and Jamie exchange confused looks. “Uh, no. We came straight from the arena. He said he needed to stop by the house first.” Jamie shrugged.

“Oh.” I falter. 

“I’m sure he’s just changing or something.” Mason recovered, hoping to save my hopes. “He said he’d be here.”

Hours passed and my boyfriend had yet to walk through the door, no matter how intently I looked at it. I had spent all my energy pretending that nothing was bothering me, entertaining the people that were there to celebrate me. My social battery was almost empty and my emotions were starting to rise to the surface. I excused myself from the current conversation I was trapped in, as I walked down the hallway, finding the bathroom and locking myself inside it. Just as tears threaten to spill from my eyes, a knock on the door forces me to keep them in.

“Occupied!” I choke out, fanning my eyes.

“Y/n… It’s Jamie and Mason.” I hear Jamie’s soft voice say from the other side of the door. His sad tone threatens the dam that’s keeping my tears back. 

I unlock the door, opening it. Their soft expressions are what pushes me over the edge, as tears start to fall from my eyes. Jamie catches me in an embrace as my knees give out, sobs engulfing my body. He holds me up as I keep my arms wrapped around his shoulders. Mason steps in, shutting the door behind him so I can cry in private. They don’t say anything as they let me expel my emotions. Finally, I pull back from Jamie, wiping my tears off my scarlet cheeks, when another knock comes at the door. My false sense of hope spikes, as I think momentarily that Trevor finally showed up, however, it falls when I hear Lily’s voice.

“Y/n? Are you okay?” she asks. I nod at Mason to open the door.

He does so, revealing my puffy and red face, with my birthday makeup slipping off. “Oh, y/n.” she winces.

The pity in her voice only makes me feel worse as I break down again, this time in her arms. “He said he’d be here.” I wept. 

As it was nearing 1 in the morning, Lily decided to send everyone home. She gave me a spare change of clothes, not wanting to send me back to my apartment alone tonight. Jamie and Mason were the last to leave, also hesitant to leave me alone.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Jamie asked.

“Yeah, I’ll be okay. I’ve got Lily here. Don’t worry about me.” I force a smile.

“Sleep well, y/n.” Mason said. “And trust us, we’ll kick his ass whenever we see him next.”

I chuckled softly at his comment, thanking them both as they walked to the car before getting in and driving home. I totter over to the guest bedroom, tucking myself in and letting myself drift off to sleep, which proved easy to do after my emotions had worn me down. 

When I awoke, the mid-morning sun cut through the blinds casting a soft glow on the room. I rubbed at my tender eyes, the remaining makeup from the night before that hadn’t been washed away by my tears coming off on my knuckles. The bedside clock reads 11:03. I look around for my phone, but don’t see it. I slide out of the sheets, making my way to the kitchen where I see it on the table.

I pick it up and turn it on, seeing the lock screen flooded with a myriad of notifications, spotting Mason’s text asking me how I was doing at the top. A few notifications down I spot my boyfriend's contact name covering the next few spots. I had missed a series of text messages and phone calls that had come in that morning from him.

Trevor y/n I’m so sorry my love

Trevor I knocked out after the game and slept all the way until this morning

Trevor Baby please answer my calls I'm so sorry

I sigh, seeing he had texted me about 5 more times and called about 5 more. Hesitantly, I clicked on his number. The phone rang twice before I heard his voice come through the phone.

“Y/n?” he asked softly. 

“Hi.” I croaked out.

There was a beat of silence as I could tell Trevor was considering what to say first.

“I’m sorry I didn’t make it.” 

Tears begin to spill onto my cheeks as the emotions of last night come to the forefront of my mind.

"I'm sorry too." I say softly.

#trevor zegras #trevor zegras x reader #angst #nhl #hockey #trevor zegras imagine #anaheim ducks #nhl imagine #luvzegras

[blackhairedjjun]

flowers of every color | good ending: daffodils

overall summary: when your father is assigned as the new head gardener to the royal family, you are also tasked with helping him maintain the castle's many gardens and extensive floral arrangements. by chance you find yourself crossing paths with the "ice-cold" crown prince, choi yeonjun... who turns out to be not as ice-cold as everyone says he is.

chapter summary: as a condition for your relationship with yeonjun to continue, you are given tests to prove your worthiness. you make it all the way until the last one... and this is that test.

word count: 2.9k

warnings: pet names (darling)

author's note: as i mentioned in the end notes of the previous chapter, this ending takes place after a timeskip of several months!

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the lamp you’ve set on the table flickers. you rub your temples, trying to ignore the headache that’s set in from reading and writing for so long. the  nighttime darkness around the rest of the library isn’t helping, and neither is the spring chill that permeates its long hallways. you’re grateful, then, for the lamp providing a tiny bit of light, the new coat that fits you snugly, and your lover seated next to you and practically attached to your side as you write.

yeonjun watches you for a few moments before leaning in closer and brushing aside some of your hair from your face. “y/n darling, shouldn’t you take a break?”

“it’s okay, jjunie. i’m almost done.”

he yawns and blinks at you a few times. you can tell he wants to say something, but has probably forgotten it in his sleepy haze.

“you’re more tired than me, you know. you can go to bed ahead of me if you want.”

“noooo...” he pouts and snuggles into your side even more. “i want to stay here with you... want to read your speech...”

“you’ll hear it tomorrow anyway. get some rest, love.”

“but i want to see it before everyone does...”

his arms circle around your waist and he looks at you with pleading eyes, even as he blinks the sleep away from them. oh, there’s no way you’ll get him to leave you 一 not that you want him to anyway.

“okay, you can stay here.” you push aside his bangs and kiss his forehead.

yeonjun smiles and looks over your shoulder as you continue to write.

for once you’re grateful for your propensity to lose yourself in your work, or else you'd be too anxious to properly focus on the speech you’re writing. it’s easy for you to slip into the right headspace for writing once your attention has been set 一 thinking of the ideas you want to express, the right words to express them with, the proper flow of the speech to tie everything together 一 and you get to it, your hand moving as fast as it can to catch up with your thoughts.

you’re so lost in your writing that it’s easy to forget what is at stake: a chance to prove yourself as a worthy future consort, as a result, be allowed to be with yeonjun. for the past several months you have been taking lessons in diplomacy, history, economics, etiquette, and a dozen other things that the spouse of a monarch ought to know, and along with them you’ve been given several tests to prove what you’ve learned. they were grueling, but these were the conditions that you and yeonjun negotiated for if your relationship is to continue and progress.

the tests have ranged from pen-and-paper exams on the political history of the kingdom to practical demonstrations on how to ride and control a horse, and you’re grateful that you somehow managed to pass them all so far. but you can’t rest easy just yet, not when your final test takes place three days from now: a speech on a personal advocacy or passion that benefits the kingdom. it must not only explain why it is important, but also inspire others to see it the way you do.

even as you write word after word, you’re surprised by how naturally it comes to you 一 you know your passion well, not just now but even long before the tests were assigned to you in the first place. as you finish your speech draft, you look over at yeonjun and give him a knowing smile.

his eyes scan your words on the paper before meeting your gaze, and he too smiles. “it’s so you,” he says. “it’s perfect.”

“is it?”

“definitely.”

you chuckle. “good, it’s supposed to be.”

for a split second your gaze lands on the fresh red rose he has pinned to the lapel of his coat. you remember why you chose your topic for your speech, and why you’re doing all this in the first place.

“just one more and it’ll be all over.” yeonjun leans his head on your shoulder and hums. “they’ll pass you for sure, i just know it, and then...”

he trails off as he buries his face in your neck. you feel his arms around you squeeze you tighter.

you wrap one of your own arms around his waist. “i still can’t believe they allowed this,” you say. “i still can’t believe your mom fought for us.”

“she’s amazing, really. she got all our advisors on her side... she helped me re-negotiate the deal with that queen...”

“and she agreed! tell her thank you, jjunie.”

yeonjun lifts his head up and grins at you. “i’ve told her three times already! she knows how grateful we are!”

“i know! but i truly, sincerely mean it.”

“and she truly, sincerely knows!” he laughs and the sound fills the otherwise quiet library. “and i truly, sincerely know.”

he looks at you with sincerity shining in his eyes. despite the chill of the library you feel warm, and in your gratitude you give him a peck on the lips.

“i’m glad you do,” you say. “i’ll be going through this speech again, do you still want to stay?”

yeonjun leans his head on your shoulder again. “i’ll stay as as long as i need to.”

一

the dining hall only holds a fraction of its capacity, but to you it might as well be a full house. 

you look up from the makeshift podium and stare at the rows of guests seated in front of you: the council of advisors, the royal tutors, a few of the kingdom’s diplomats, even the chamberlain. in the front row you spot soobin nodding at you with a dimpled smile; beomgyu giving you a not-so-discreet thumbs-up; princess ajin (making a diplomatic visit to the kingdom on her own “because i can”) staring with a blank expression; and the king and queen themselves watching you with expectant looks on their faces.

you swallow hard. the hairs on your arms are standing up, and though the spring weather is far from getting warm, you still feel yourself sweating underneath your coat. with all eyes on you, you see the full stakes of today’s test come into full focus. everyone here will be scrutinizing you, analyzing every word that comes out of your mouth, and anything you say deemed unworthy of a consort could spell the end of your relationship with yeonjun.

“you may begin anytime,” the queen says. “as soon as you’re ready.”

you nod, rearrange your papers on the podium, and draw a shaky breath.

your eyes dart about the room, searching for something 一 anything 一 that could anchor you against the tide of nervousness rising in your stomach. at first you stare very hard at a distant flower vase on one of the shelves, thinking about where it came from and how you grew it, until your gaze wavers and you find yourself locking eyes with yeonjun. he’s looking at you again with that expression of pure fondness and love, the same way he looked at you when you danced with him all those months ago, and a wave of warmth cuts through the nervousness in you. 

despite everything, his love for you has never changed 一 and you feel the same way. isn’t that worth fighting for?

you clear your throat and begin.

“your highnesses the king and queen, your majesty the crown prince, the members of the council of advisors, our esteemed guests” 一 your voice trembles but you rein it in一 “i bid you good afternoon, and i thank you for your time and attention.

“i cannot tell you enough how honored and grateful i am to be speaking in front of all of you. most of you know me as but a humble gardener and just one of many people under your highnesses’ employ. for nearly a year now i have tended to the the castle’s vast gardens, prepared herbs and vegetables for the castle’s lavish meals, and brought flowers to enhance the beauty of this very castle. the work is humble, tiring, and often dirty. compared to the work done by the royal family and their council of advisors to keep our kingdom and its people prosperous, it seems trivial or even frivolous.

“however, i ask you today to put aside your preconceptions of me and my line of work.” your voice stops shaking now and seems to fill the whole dining hall. “i am only one of hundreds of gardeners, florists, and horticulturists within this kingdom, and we work for its wealth and prosperity as much as you do. it is our hands that grow the fruits that nourish your bodies, the flowers that lift your spirits, the herbs that cure your ailments, and the trees that protect you from storms. our work may seem trivial, but even trivial things add up and become essential for every citizen’s life and work.”

with the confidence surging in you, you continue speaking on the importance of horticulture to the kingdom. as you speak, you recall not only the books on botany you borrowed from the library, not only the lessons you received on economics and industry, but also your lifetime’s worth of experience. memories flash before you as you speak: planting your first cuttings in the garden behind your house as a child, your hand holding your father’s as you accompany him to a nobleman’s house for the first time to prepare his garden, even the first time you prepared a difficult floral display all by yourself.

you discuss the specialized skills that gardeners and horticulturists possess, contributing to the kingdom’s wealth of knowledge on the natural world. you list out the revenue that their work brings to the economy, from extensive gardens commissioned by wealthy nobles to the batches of homegrown fruits and vegetables exchanged at common markets every day. you speak on the positive impact of their work on the environment and how the plants they bring have protected the soil and the air. lastly, you end with the psychological benefits of it all and how one patch of flowers can bring joy to any citizen’s day.

as you speak, your eyes find yeonjun’s once again. he smiles at you and you know that you two are thinking of the same thing: that it was your work, your flowers, that brought you two together.

you move to your closing words: “if there is one thing i ask you to remember from my words, it is this: see us. the work we do is everywhere 一 in the vegetables in a stew, in a tree offering shade, in flowers of every color and fruits of every size. see us because no one else can care for the earth of this land the way we do. and once you do, you will find not only a class of skilled, diligent, and honorable people, but also a worthy partner in helping this kingdom flourish.”

you catch your breath as you finish. before you can even pray that your words were heeded, applause fills your ears; you look around and see your audience looking up at you with admiration in their eyes. the royal advisors nod in approval, the king and queen are beaming with pride, and even princess ajin has a small smile on her lips. you hear whistling and frenzied clapping from one side and suppress a laugh as soobin and beomgyu are barely able to contain their excitement, practically leaping from their chairs to cheer you on.

your gaze travels to yeonjun and see tears forming in his eyes as he applauds you. your own vision starts to blur and tears of happiness start to fall, and it takes all your willpower to resist the urge to leap off the platform and into his arms.

you did it for his sake, and you succeeded.

—

the hours following your speech are a blur. you remember bits and pieces of it, from beomgyu crushing you in a hug to the pudding you ate at the celebratory banquet. you even recall pieces of conversation about engagement preparations, though you’re not sure if you actually heard them or if you simply imagined them. the only thing your memory truly registers are the emotions: joy, excitement, relief.

the last thing you remember of that day is lying down in yeonjun’s bed in his room as he talks about how proud he is of you. he lies next to you, his smile reaching all the way to his eyes, murmuring words like you were amazing out there and i can’t believe i get to be with you as he pulls you to his chest. you close your eyes and just feel him next to you 一 something that would have been unthinkable just months earlier 一 as your exhaustion finally carries you off to sleep.

the morning after, you wake up in his arms. even before your eyes open fully, the first thing you feel is just how warm he is; your back is pressed to his chest and his arm is draped around your waist. you sense the rhythm of his breathing, steady and comforting, and his breaths tickling the back of your neck. even in sleep he holds you close and you smile to yourself, letting him keep you warm from the spring morning air.

the sun has just risen. its rays shine gold through the window, illuminating the gilt patterns around the prince’s bedroom. the bed is so soft that you could sink through it like water, inhaling the floral scent of the freshly laundered sheets as you go. the room is far more ornate from the gardener's quarters but no less comfortable. it’s a beautiful way to start the day, you think, but none of it is as beautiful as the man laying next to you.

and best of all: now that you’ve passed your training, this is only the first of many beautiful mornings. 

slowly you turn around to face yeonjun, moving carefully as not to wake him. you take a moment to admire how peaceful he looks when he sleeps, how his features relax when the worries of the waking world are far from him. you curl into him even more, burying your face in his neck, and whisper a soft i love you against his skin. 

you feel the grip of his arm around your waist tighten.

“i love you too, darling…”

his voice is still hoarse from sleep, but you don’t care. you lift your head to gaze at him and see his eyes crinkle as he smiles at you. he runs a hand through your hair, coaxing you to lay your head down again, and as you do he leaves a soft kiss on the crown of your head.

“sleep well?” he murmurs.

“yeah…”

“you can sleep more, you know,” he says, wrapping the bed covers more snugly around you. “you don’t have to wake up early for lessons anymore.”

“i know, i just got used to it…”

“then stay with me?”

he pouts at you and you giggle from how adorable he looks. in this moment there is no ice-cold crown prince, only my darling jjun, and you can’t ask for anything more.

you rest your head against his chest. “of course i’ll stay.”

the morning is calm and you let your gaze drift for a few moments. you savor everything: the sunlight, the soft sheets, the way yeonjun kisses the side of your head from time to time as you rest on him. eventually your eyes come to rest on the flower vase you left on the windowsill — you didn’t need to fill them anymore the moment you started training to be consort, but you loved doing it so much that you kept doing it.

this week you left daffodils. the sunlight makes their yellow petals pop out even more.

yeonjun turns his head to follow your gaze. “for new beginnings, right? since they grow at the start of spring.”

“yeah, exactly.”

“wow, i’m really learning about all these flowers from you.”

“at this rate, you might know even more than me.”

“we can switch then,” he teases. “you were so good yesterday that you can run the kingdom, and i’ll use everything you know to be the new gardener.”

“no way!”

you shake your head and laugh but yeonjun simply smiles at you. he pulls you closer to him and you nearly stumble off him; the next thing you know, his face is hovering over yours, his dark hair falling over his eyes.

“but you really were amazing, y/n. do you know just how amazing you are?”

“i am…?”

he leans forward and kisses you. you smile into the kiss, indulging in the warmth of his lips on yours. even after he’s done so dozens of times, you still feel your heart fluttering from the way he kisses you.

“you are,” he says when he pulls away.

he cuddles next to you and you let out a happy sigh. if this is just the beginning, if this is just the first of many mornings of waking up next to him, then you hope that this new chapter of your life will never end.

notes: and that's it for ending number one! if you read this fic until the very end, thank you so much for sticking around. i honestly did not expect to have an audience when i started writing this fic, so i'm really grateful for all the love you've given to it so far <3 and if you're sticking around for the bad ending, see you soon too!

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[callsign-daydream]

How the Hangman Stole Christmas! - TGM

Summary: It's Secret Santa time for the Dagger Squad! Every year, Hangman manages to figure out everyone's SS and spoil the fun, but the rest of the squad is determined to keep him in the dark this year. Will they succeed, or will Jake Seresin once again be the Dagger Squad's personal Grinch?

Warnings/Content: Plain ol' silliness, alcohol mentioned, starred out swearing, OC included, little to no editing happened here

Word Count: ~1024

A/N: Merry Christmas Eve, everyone! My gift to you is this silly little blurb. Wishing you smiles, joy, and peace from Above in the coming days! <3

How the Hangman Stole Christmas!

“Go away, Bagman.”

“No.”

“**** off.”

“Forget it.”

“Seriously, Jake?”

“Didn’t you ruin Christmas enough last year?”

Jake Seresin worked with a bunch of losers. It wasn’t his fault that he’d managed to figure out everyone’s Secret Santa last year. Or that they’d decided to try it again this year. He was just that smart, and his squad was just that bad at keeping secrets. 

Of course, he probably didn’t have to announce everyone’s Secret Santa the day before the exchange, but that was besides the point.

Unfortunately, everyone was being a stick in the mud and complaining that he “ruined Christmas.” Even Fanboy was uncharacteristically tight-lipped on the topic. The other Daggers had evidently told Maverick about the incident as well, as Jake was met with an instant “I don’t know” when he approached the Captain.

Of course, the opposition was just extra incentive for Jake to get creative.

He knew he had Coyote, and he was pretty sure he could confirm a few key Daggers…

—

The bakery was crowded on a Saturday, but Jake needed to snag a few things for Daydream. Both for a Christmas present and for bribing her to tell him who she’d pulled for Secret Santa. He was debating whether she'd be more willing to tattle over a cannoli or some tiramisu when he heard a familiar voice.

“Yeah, two dozen. Thanks.”

Rooster, as Jake lived and breathed, buying a box of pistachio pizzelles that only one person they knew ate.

Hangman smirked to himself.

Busted.

—

“How’s my favorite pilot?”

Daydream looked up as Jake waltzed into her apartment. Her face was anything but impressed as she placed Pillsbury gingerbread cookies on a baking sheet.

“I’m not telling you who I have for Secret Santa.”

“Fine. I’ll keep this early Christmas present for myself.” He opened the box to display the dessert

“Tiramisu!”

He chuckled and held it high over his head. “What’s the magic word?”

She crossed her arms and rolled her eyes. “Still not telling.”

“Nope. I think it rhymes with peas.”

Another eye roll that made him crack a smile.

“Please.”

“With pleasure, Dreamgirl.”

She eyed him suspiciously as she accepted the gift before marching to the fridge. Jake was just debating what else could possibly get her to talk when a paper on the counter caught his eye. It was a familiar green color, with a singular name scrawled across it.

Gotcha.

—

Jake slid into the booth at the Hard Deck. He almost had all his answers, except one. And he knew exactly who to confront.

“Hey Floyd,” he greeted Bob. “You breaking hearts out here on your own?”

The man blinked behind his glasses. “I’ve been sworn to secrecy, Bagman.”

Jake held up his hands. “I didn’t ask.”

“Well, good.”

Jake nodded and knocked back his drink. He scanned the bar and was satisfied to see no sign of Phoenix. No need to have her literally swoop in and snatch Bob away just yet.

“Hope your shopping went well. Fitch must be hard to shop for.”

Bob chuckled. “I don’t have Payback.”

Jake nodded. “Right. Good thing too. I’m sure Fanboy would be easier to buy for anyway.”

There it was. Bob opened his mouth and shut it. It was fast enough to nearly miss, but Jake had spoken to his fellow aviator enough to know what it meant.

“I don’t have either of them. Keep trying, Jake.”

Jake chuckled and waved a hand. “Nah. I’m done guessing this year.”

I don’t need to.

—

Gifts and beers littered the table that the Daggers huddled around. Penny had replaced the usual jukebox tracks with Christmas music, leaving them with “Blue Christmas” in the background. The squad had elected to dress in civilians, a move Jake was glad for considering the red dress Daydream had broken out for the occasion.

“Alright!” Phoenix yelled to shut the squadron up. “Are we ready for Secret Santa?”

The table cheered, including Jake.

Rooster spoke up and lifted his bottle. “And I want to raise a toas to all of us besting Bagman this year!”

Cheering and clinking followed, until Jake stretched and smirked. This was the best part of the game, to his mind.

“I wouldn’t be so sure about that, Rooster. Who wants me to tell them who their Santa is?”

"Not again." Phoenix's face dropped.

“But we didn’t tell you anything,” Payback said.

Jake shrugged, soaking in the incredulity of his squad. “Didn’t have to.”

“You’re bluffing,” Daydream said beside him.

With a quick swig of his beer, Jake cracked his knuckles and leaned forward.

“I have Coyote. Easy.” He passed over the box he’d wrapped to perfection, which was accepted with a lifted eyebrow.

“Coyote tells me every year, and this time around he got good ol’ Rooster.”

Everyone booed as Coyote sheepishly handed over a box full of vinyls with a bow on the front.

“Oh, come on!” Coyote snatched up his drink. “It’s one name. How could he have figured anyone else out?”

“Was last year not bad enough for you?” Fanboy asked.

“I still don’t believe you know everyone,” Daydream said.

“Fine. Rooster has you. Saw him shopping at an Italian bakery when the most cultural he gets is Del Taco every Tuesday.”

“They make good tacos!”

“Dreamgirl left her paper on the counter when I came over and has Bob. Bob does the mouth thing when he’s lying, making it easy to guess that he has Fanboy.”

Bob sputtered and did the mouth thing.

“Garcia can’t hide cards to save his life, or in this case, a Secret Santa slip. I knew you had Payback from day one.”

“This is why you always lose at poker, man.” Payback shook his head as he accepted a bag overflowing with tissue paper.

“I knew Payback didn’t have me because Phoenix made that special face she keeps just for me when she saw her paper, leaving Fitch to have Phoenix by process of elimination.”

He stuck his toothpick in his mouth and leaned back in his chair as everyone stared at him. Maybe he could be an ace detective in his post-naval career. He was a bit of a genius when it came to deduction, apparently.

Phoenix turned back to the group. “So we leave out Bagman next time?”

“Hey!"

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[flightsoffandom]

Not The Jealous Types

Pairs: Marc Spector x Reader, Steven Grant x Reader, Jake Lockley x Reader

Words: 4372

Summary: Your boys don't normally get jealous, but they ‌notice something is up.

Warnings: None really, just mostly fluff. Not an accurate representation of DID, basing it off the show's depiction.

Notes: Left completely gender-neutral. From the boys' POV except for one part that is your POV. I don't speak Spanish, so if I got some of the translations wrong, let me know and I will fix them, but I tried to check them through multiple sources so fingers crossed. Things shown like this ‘Words. Word word.’ are meant to be the boys talking to each other internally.

 

Steven was the first to notice, or at least the first to worry about it. He had noticed your eyes wandering lately. When the two of you were out in public, you were looking at other men. ‘Dyou notice that?’ Steven wouldn’t call himself the jealous type, but something was up. Marc’s reflection followed Steven’s line of sight. You had stepped away looking at some wares someone was peddling. You were indeed staring at another man. Marc, however, scoffed, ‘Don’t worry, they are probably staring at something else.’ Steven stared at you and nodded softly to himself, wringing his hands. He tried to brush off the feeling. Steven gathered himself and shuffled over to you, gently tapping your shoulder, “Ello” You turned towards him smiling, “Hello? We came here together on a date.” Steven took one look into your eyes, which were so full of love. He started forgetting what he was so worried about, “Yeah… Well…” Steven had completely lost his train of thought. Marc chuckled, ‘Told ya not to worry about it.’ You kissed Steven softly to pull him out of whatever trance he was in before sliding your hand into his and leading him off to the next part of your date.

Steven had completely forgotten the incident. That was, until he noticed it a few more times and he just couldn’t keep it to himself. So he brought it up again, ‘Can’t just be imagining this, can I?’ Marc was already fronting, so he turned his head. He looked at where you were, standing at the bar. Sure enough, you were looking at another man. Marc shrugged it off until he saw you walking up to the stranger. Marc’s brow furrowed as he watched you talk to the man. Steven made a triumphant noise, ‘Told you something was weird.’ Marc was completely focused on you now. Steven then got silent, realizing that him being right wasn’t that much of a good thing. Steven spoke up again, ‘What does it mean, them looking at other men like tha?’ Marc quickly shushed Steven out loud. Surprisingly enough Jake chimed in, ‘I could just kill him… They can’t talk to him if he is dead.’ Steven’s reflection in a nearby beer bottle jumped, startled by Jake’s sudden interjection, ‘Seems a bit rash, mate.’ Steven looked at you, ‘M… Maybe it’s not as bad as it looks, yeah?’ You had finished talking to the stranger and were heading back over to them, drinks in hand. “Sorry, but I’m cutting you off. Steven doesn’t enjoy drinking that much, and I don’t want him waking up with a hangover.” You slide the glass in front of Marc as you add mostly to yourself, “Poor thing will be miserable.” Marc was going to protest, but you were right. Steven was not a fan of any part of the drunken process. Steven even started mumbling a dozen thank you’s he knew you couldn’t hear, glad you were watching out for him. Marc just sighed, noticing that you switched away from alcohol as well. Marc watched you as he asked, “What did you want with that guy?” You made a confused noise, tilting your head, “The guy at the bar?” Marc watched your face as he nodded. You shrugged, “Wanted to buy me a drink, I guess. Turned him down.” Marc studied your face. Steven completely believed you and let out a silent sigh of relief. Marc determined you weren’t completely lying, but you weren’t exactly telling the truth either. This was odd. Marc didn’t know how to feel about it. You raised an eyebrow, “You alright?” Marc nodded and waited to question you more, letting the rest of the night stay peaceful.

Jake had caught you the next time. You were both out strolling around town together. Jake had stopped to buy you both food from a street vendor. By the time the food was in his hands, he looked over and saw you weren’t on the bench where he left you. His whole body tightens up, immediately assuming the worst. Steven and Marc both helped Jake search for you so he wouldn’t panic and do something violent. Jake spotted you first, over talking to some gentleman. You were outnumbered and while the men seemed friendly enough… At the moment. Jake wasn’t going to leave you over there alone. So he walked over to you, and by the time he crossed the street, the men were walking away. Jake made it over to you and you smiled happily at him. However, Jake glared down at you, “Flirting around?” You laugh loudly like that’s the craziest thing you’ve ever heard. Because honestly, it is. You gently take your food from Jake’s hand, but he doesn’t stop watching you. He gets close to you, backing you up against a brick wall. You grin up at him and wait for him to say something. Jake holds his arm over your head, properly towering over you, “What if I started hitting on other people?” You narrow your eyes at Jake and grab his chin roughly. He liked that and let out a pleased growl in response. You locked eyes with him, “You ever flirt with anyone else and I’ll kill you, Lockley.” Jake grins down at you and tries to pull back. You tug his face closer to you, “Understand?” Jake nods. Jake pushed his face closer to yours, “What a way to go. Felizmente moriré por tu mano. (I will happily die by your hand)” Steven and Marc both groaned in unison from their reflections in lamp posts. Steven shakes his head, ‘What’s bloody wrong with them two?’ Marc facepalms, ‘Your guess is as good as mine.’ Jake growls at his reflections, flipping them both off as he gives you a feral, biting kiss. And when you let out the most exquisite moan, all four of you seemingly forget what started this conversation for the time being.

Marc made the decision to start scouting you. Was it the most mature solution to this situation? Not even close, but here he was watching you walk to work from a suitable distance away. Steven did not approve. ‘Marc… Are you really resorting to stalking our partner? That doesn’t seem right.’ Marc ignored him, monitoring you and causally trailing behind you. Steven got a bit louder, trying his best to put a stop to this, ‘This isn’t okay.’ Marc groaned, turning towards the nearest reflective surface. Finding Steven inside the reflection of a street lamp. Marc looked at him, “You’re the one who kept bringing it up, and now when I believe that something is up, you want me to stop?” Steven opened and closed his mouth a few times fiddling with his hands, ‘Well stalking them doesn’t seem like the right thing to do.’ Marc sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, “I’m not stalking them… We are following them to get more information about what is going on.” Steven wanted to protest more but he was also wanting to understand your recent behavior, so he stayed silent, giving Marc a small nod to continue. Marc looked up. And you had already moved out of view. Marc hisses, “Fuck.” He speeds up, turning the corner to find you talking with some guy.

Marc looks this stranger up and down, critically accessing why you would interact with him. He was average-looking, about Marc’s size, and didn’t give off an interesting vibe. Marc frowned. He, and by extension the other two that shared his body, was much more attractive than this stranger, so this investigation didn’t help. Marc needed more information. He continued to follow you. Steven was nervous about getting caught and you becoming mad at them because, at this point, Steven or Jake could have stopped Marc by taking over. They hadn’t, and now they were accomplices. Not that Jake would come out long enough to face the consequences.

When you stopped another man, Marc focused on you. This time having to move so he could see your face but not be seen by you. As you talked to the man, Marc scoured every inch of your face, looking for the telltale signs you were sexually interested in this stranger. Marc found nothing. No dilated pupils, no blushing, no lip biting. You just looked friendly and nice. But while you didn’t seem to want to sleep with these men, it still left Marc with the burning question of why you would look at and talk to so many strange men. Marc decided to finish following you for the rest of the day and confront you once you got home. Marc did just that. Nothing eventful happened while you were at work except Steven fretting about being caught. On your way back home, Marc saw you stop two more men and talk to them. Once you were close enough to the flat, Marc went ahead so he could act like he never left.

You turned your keys in the lock and walked through the door, “Today was exhausting. “ You let out a long sigh as you looked at your boyfriend not so casually lounging on the couch, “What were my boys up to today?” You hummed inquisitively at Marc. He just stared at you as you put your stuff down. When he hadn’t answered by the time you had your work clothes off, you moved in front of him, standing in just your underwear. You looked down at Marc as his eyes pierced into you. You tilted your head, “Alright bad day for you then?” You gently grabbed him by the chin, leaning down to kiss him. Right before you got to his lips, Marc interrupted you by saying, “We went for a walk and found out something interesting today.” Steven immediately protested in his reflection, ‘You found out something, don’t go drag us into this…’ Marc glanced over at Steven, “You’re the one who brought this up in the first place.” While you knew you wouldn’t be able to see who he was talking to, you followed Marc’s eyes to his reflection. 

Marc shook his head getting back on topic, “You’ve been talking to an awful lot of strange men lately.” You straighten up and cross your arms, realizing he must have followed you to work today. Marc locks eyes with you, “Anything you want to tell us?” You glare down at Marc, deciding whether to yell at him about following you around or to just brush it off. He wasn’t exactly wrong, but you didn’t mean to worry them with your behavior. You sigh, “I have nothing to tell you. I talked to some strangers. I’m nice like that.” You walk over to grab some clothes to wear to bed as you add, “You three are plenty enough for me, you know that, right?” Marc got up and followed you, “Then why suddenly so chatty with strange men?” You frowned at him, “You’re all that worried about it? All three of you?” Marc gives you a half nod, “Me and Steven, Jake seems indifferent.” You tug on a pair of comfy pants, “Fine. It was for a surprise.” Marc is caught off guard, which is rare, “What?” You roll your eyes and pull on a shirt, “It’s a surprise.” You turn to face Marc. Marc didn’t see any signs that you were lying, but he still couldn’t make sense of it. So he just furrowed his brow skeptically. You pout, “Come on… Give me three days and I’ll prove it.” 

Marc scoffs, crossing his arms at you this time, “Three more days of you fraternizing with other men?” Marc seemed fairly worried about this and you were taking his feelings seriously. However, him using such dramatic wording made you chuckle, “Fraternizing? I talked to a few people to get some input on the surprise.” Marc wasn’t pleased with the answer, “And what could strangers possibly tell you that we couldn’t?” Marc raised his voice making your eyes widen in surprise. Steven speaks back up to Marc, ‘Alright, why don’t we just chill out.’ He worriedly watched Marc, seeing if he should take over the body so this didn’t turn into an actual fight. You however were more level-headed than to yell back. You take a step towards Marc and grab his chin again, “Baby… If I asked you for information about the surprise… It wouldn’t be much of a surprise now would it.” Marc had to hand it to you, you had a point but he didn’t say anything, he just watched you. You have him a soft kiss before pulling away, “If you’re that worried about it, I’ll tell you now.” You hated seeing your boyfriends like this. You had worked really hard on this surprise but no amount of effort was worth seeing Marc and even Steven get so worked up about it. Marc contemplated asking you to tell him now, but he saw the sad look in your eyes and he couldn’t bring himself to ask. Steven saw the same sad eyes from his reflection and chimed in, ‘Look at their face... ‘S only three more days… I can wait that long for answers.’ That sealed it for Marc and he nodded for you, “We can wait.” He leans down and kisses you. You smile into it and kiss him back. You pull back just a little, “It will be worth it. I promise.” Marc slowly starts to relax and jokingly replies, “It better be.” He goes back to kiss you as you nod reassuringly.

  As promised, three days later, the surprise came in the mail. You had the day off, but you had to wait for Steven to get off work. Which you were feeling rather impatient about, but you didn’t bother him at work. When you heard his keys in the door, you jumped up from the couch. Tripping over the arm of the couch and almost landing flat on your face. Only able to catch yourself on the table before you face-planted. Steven saw your blunder and stared at you wide-eyed, “You alright, love?” You give him a quick nod as you stand up, smiling at him. He helps you, making sure you find your footing again, “Gave you a bit of a scare, did I?” You shake your head, “Nah, I’m just so excited about my surprise for my boys.” You smile happily, and Steven chuckles at your excitement. He was already thrilled, just happy that you were happy. You kiss him softly before going and grabbing the box, “Okay, you ready?” Steven puts down his things and nods. You grab the box and hand it to him triumphantly. 

Steven glances at the box and then at you before taking it. He already looked so grateful. Steven always got you stuff all the time, flowers, chocolates, random things that he thought you would like. But no matter how many times you gave him gifts, it took him by surprise. Steven slowly opens the box, much to the displeasure of who you’re assuming is Marc. Steven grumbles, “Alright, alright.” He speeds up, pulling out a pair of pajamas. Steven smiles happily, “Pjs?” You nod happily and Steven leans over and kisses you. You kiss him back and chuckle, “Come on, try em on for me.” You nudge him gently and he eagerly gets up. Steven gathers the pieces of fabric in his hands. He looks into the box, “Two pairs?” You smile, “Nope. A matching set.” You take your set out of the box and start stripping out of your clothes. Steven gets distracted watching you. You look over your shoulder and when Steven sees he is caught, he blushes, “Ah, right.” He gets back on track and starts stripping down as well. You pull on your matching clothes, the perfect style for you. Both pairs are in your favorite color. You finish before Steven, so you sit on the edge of the bed and watch him strip. You playfully wolf-whistle at him when he gets down to his boxer briefs. He looks at you, blushing slightly at the attention. You grin at him as you keep watching. You’ve seen this man naked more times than you could count, but Steven still gets so blushy when you watch him. He pulls on the pajamas, first the bottoms, and then puts the shirt over his shoulders before going to button it up. He fumbles with them under your gaze. You stand up and help him, kissing his cheek, “Here handsome, let me take care of that for you.” Steven gives you a grateful nod before going and just staring at your face as you finish the buttons. You look up at him and catch the love-sick look in his eyes. Now you’re starting to blush so you clear your throat, “What do you think?” Steven looks down at himself. Getting a feel for it and even moving around a little. Once he is pleased he smiles at you, “I quite like them” You got excited, just the right amount of bagginess for him. Steven kept touching the fabric happily. You happily watch him enjoying your gift. Then suddenly he glares over at his reflection, “Well you don’t have to like how it fits, they got it for all of us.” You chuckle softly, “Actually Jake will like it too, that’s the beauty of this pair. I made sure all three of you would like them.” Steven stops and looks at you, “How’d you know?” You smile, “Jake’s the only one mean enough to complain when you are clearly so happy about it. Marc would have just sucked it up until later.” Steven nods, still glaring over at his reflection. You kiss the edge of his jaw, “Mind letting the jerk front so I can adjust it for him?” Steven leans down and presses his forehead to yours and closes his eyes. His body shakes slightly and then you know Jake is there. 

Jake holds his hand over his heart faking offense, “Me? A jerk?” You take a step back and nod very matter-of-factly. You know Jake likes it when you’re a bit mean to him so you add, “Would you prefer you call you something worse?” You glare at him and he nods happily. Quickly he grabs you and devours your mouth in a kiss. You get caught up in it for a moment, kissing him back. But you feel one of his arms move and you break the kiss and pull back. Catching Jake flipping off his reflection. You slap his hand and growl, “Play nice, asshole.” Jake looks down at you, loving the name-calling, and shakes his head. He leans down and goes to pounce on you again. You roll your eyes and place your hand on his face, gently pushing him back, “Behave.” Jake grabs your wrist, kissing the palm of your hand. He grins at you and nods, “Sí, patrón. (Yes, boss.)” You smile and take your hand back, “This was a gift for all of you so it can fit to your liking as well.” You grab the ties on his pajama pants and tighten them just the right amount. You feel Jake’s eyes on every movement you make. You then move up to the shirt and take one sleeve at a time rolling them up to his elbow. They stayed there perfectly without being so tight they would cut off circulation in his sleep. You undo a few buttons in the front of Jake’s shirt and he takes this as a sign that you’re making a move on him. He grabs your ass and you growl in response, “I said to behave.” Jake just grins down at you, “Then why are you undressing me?” You chuckle and roll your eyes, “I’m not, I just happen to know that you like a little more breathing room in your shirts.” You chuckle and pop the collar up on his shirt, “And you can do this if you wanna keep that gangster look you like so much.” You tease and Jake glares down at you. You give him a peck on the lips before finishing off the adjustments. You tug on the bottom of the shirt, getting it to fit a bit more snuggly than how Steven likes it. Then you look up at Jake, “You like it?” He gives you a slight nod as he starts moving his arms around, making sure he still has a full range of motion. Your sure he is making sure he could still kill a man in these clothes. When he realizes that he can, he kisses you in response, “I do like it. Me conoces demasiado bien. (You know me too well.)” You smile happily, “Perfect.” And with your smile, Jake softens a bit and wraps his arms around your waist. He starts swaying with you a bit. This makes you blush but you wrap your arms around his neck and you sway with him. Jake starts humming a Spanish song he is rather fond of. You let yourself get lost in this moment, resting your head on his chest. This goes on until Jake finishes humming the whole song. He plants a kiss on the top of your head and you feel a slight tremble go through him. 

You rub his arms until it stops and you know Marc has made it to the front. You know it wasn’t always easy for them to do this or comfortable so you appreciate them indulging you for something like this. You kiss his chest and trail a few kisses up to his neck. Marc lets out a low chuckle and gently grabs the back of your neck, moving your head just enough so he can kiss your cheek, “Hey you.” You laugh and smile up at him as you take a slight step back, “Hey you back.” Marc motions towards the pajamas he is wearing, teasingly expectantly. You playfully roll your eyes, “You’re much easier than Jake. He is a drama queen.” Marc chuckles and darts his eyes over at his reflection, shrugging, “Their right.” You unbutton the pajama shirt and gently nudge him to take it off. Marc obliges you and pulls it off of himself. As he does you pull the strings in his bottoms to make the pants snugger the way he likes. You look up at Marc, “Ta-da.” You smile excitedly at him. He looks down and smooths the pants out a bit, and nods, “I like them.” He pauses before adding, “Though I do remember you saying that your sudden interest in strangers would be explained though.” You glare up at him, “How is it not?” Marc looks down at you, waiting. You sigh, “I thought you were more observant than that.” Marc glares at you this time, “I am, I’m just not seeing the connection.” You put your hands on your hips, “All the guys were about your size right?” Marc nods but the skeptical look doesn’t leave his face. You continue, crossing your arms now out of slight annoyance, “They all had a style similar to one of you guys. So I asked them what size they wore. Use those guesstimates to get this.” You motion to the pajamas he is wearing, “I would have used your clothes but while male sizes are more standardized than female sizes I still had to find a size that would work for all three of you.” Marc follows along with the dots you’re connecting for him. He places his face in the palm of his hand, not able to believe he missed that in the first place. You gently grab his hand, pulling it away from his face and softening your tone, “I wanted you all to have at least one set of clothing you all enjoy wearing, even if they are just pajamas.” Marc meets your eyes and nods. You tangle your fingers with his, “I know it’s uncomfortable for you guys to wake up in clothes that aren’t exactly yours. And now with some minor adjustments, this should do the trick.” Marc didn’t say anything. He didn’t look unhappy but when he didn’t say anything you got a bit worried. So you speak to fill the silence, “and I mean, they match mine. So people will know we are together, you know cute couple-y matching.” You said it quietly and gently pulled on the bottom of your shirt with your free hand to emphasize your point. Before you get a chance to look back up at him, Marc drops your hand and wraps you up in a huge hug. He engulfed you, nice and tight but in a comfortable way. You smile and hug him back, just as tight. Marc didn’t let go for a while, and you started to wonder why until you felt droplets falling on your shoulder. You hugged Marc tighter if that was even possible. You rub his back with one hand while your other hand slides up his neck and into his hair.

  Marc wasn’t sure he would ever get used to this feeling. The feeling that someone… that YOU loved him so much that you were willing to broadcast it. Even in such a mundane way as matching couples’ pajamas. Oh, and how Marc loved you back. You had accepted all of him, even the parts he felt like he had to hide. You took them in stride. You loved Steven and Jake too and all that entailed. Marc pulled away from you when he finally felt ready. You just smiled at him. Before he could wipe away his tears, you did it for him. Running your soft thumbs across his slightly puffy face. Marc just kept staring at you, wondering how all three of them got lucky enough to land you. You kissed him softly before pulling back a little, “We should get more matching sets of clothes.” Marc nodded before picking you up. You laughed happily and clung to him. They might not agree on much, but there was one thing they had agreed on. All three of them would do whatever it took to keep you in their lives.

#moon knight x reader #marc spector x reader #steven grant x reader #jake lockley x reader #gender neutral reader #gender neutral #marvel #reader insert #marvel moon knight #moon knight #fanfic #fanfiction

[flyingpurplepeopleprogrammer]

CW: Hypnotic language and presentation Sometimes people have a hard time with hypnotic amnesia. And if you think about, it makes sense. Even if you’re allllll @.@ and eagerly following along, doing just as you’re told, what do you actually do when someone tells you to, err... forget?

Trying to remember stuff? We do that all the time. But how often in your life do you try to forget? Well - not you - but you’re a kinky fuck.

And even then, if we ask your brain to just do that while you ‘re all @.@ and following, how will it know what to do? The flesh is willing, but the spirit is confused.

If you’re someone who’s got a hard time forgetting on purpose, then I’d like to show you a little about that. You can just read, of course, but you might enjoy imagining along your way along, and you’ll probably learn a little better if you’re a suggestible you.

And don’t worry. It’s easy to learn: you just have to remember trying to remember. And failing. That’s what it feels like to forget, after all.

There’s a dozen ways to forget. More, even. But we’ll start by helping you remember one that’s like to be familiar to you. There’s this feeling you get when when you know you know but you just can’t think of it and it’s right there on the tip of your tongue and - well, you’ll probably remember it in a few hours. Maybe.

You know that one, right? How the more you try to remember, the more you... can’t.

And that kind of forgetting, It’s easy to imagine how that’d work if you were hypnotised and following and learning to forget.

You’d be roused from your distraction and you’d try to remember what you’d been told to forget and it- you’d know you knew it, right? And that’d be fun. Very fun. You wouldn’t be reading this if you didn’t think so.

And if it’s fun, you’ll keep at it. You’ll try harder and harder to remember knowing that it’ll make your thoughts drift further and further out of reach while you’re reaching and furrowing and “ummm...”

That’s the sound people make, isn’t it? Some version of it, anyway. They go “ummm...”

That’s probably when you’ll be certain it’s gone. When you’re stuck on trying and failing and “ummm...” That’s probably when you’ll light up in giddy and happy and proud for having finally gotten to forget just like you wanted to.

After that. well, then you’ll get to practice remembering all the other times you’ve forgotten: other feelings and ways forgetting can be. Like when you’re hearing a story you’re in but you haven’t any idea at all what the person you’re listening to is on about. Or the feeling of having just got through something just awfully dense and not really being sure if you actually understood what you read at all.

And if you’re not sure you got it right? That’s OK. It can be a little tricky, at first, to light on the feeling of not quite reaching, but I’m sure that if you go over it all again it’ll click right into place.

#mine #hypnotic amnesia

[literary-illuminati]

Book Review 21 - A Deadly Education by Naomi Novik

I honestly entirely forget who recommended this to me, but I owe them a thank you. Absolutely not something I would have ever picked up on my own, but a really enjoyable read. My exposure to Novik’s work is extremely limited, which is to say I’ve read Spinning Silver, but I’ve been vaguely meaning to give more of her stuff a try for a while. Didn’t enjoy this as much as that on a few levels, but that’s just the YA/adult genre jump as much as anything, probably.

It is very much a YA book, more than anything I’ve read this year (even more than Iron Widow, probably). From the entire plot being about making friends in high school being a literal life or death struggle to El “most powerful mage ever but only for evil things she tries to avoid so only a half dozen people ever realize how special she is’ Higgins to the booklength awkward teenage ‘literally unclear whether we are dating or not’ romance. So! Broadening my genre horizons some, I suppose.

El’s internal monologue was a bit of a trial for the first half of the book or so, I’ll admit. Not to say that it didn’t ring true to life, but she was just so incredibly fifteen, you know? Generally became significantly more tolerable once she started actually acting and coming out of her shell instead of devoting herself entirely to angsting about how much everyone hated her and trying to convince herself that she was a machievellian villain in waiting.

Though, to pick a nit that probably annoyed absolutely no one but me – I’m willing to accept El’s magical savant-ness as the price of admission, but the whole gradual reveal with her mom actually being world famous felt...odd? Cheap? Like in the beginning she’s very firmly characterized as this kind of head-in-the-clouds well meaning but not particularly perceptive or effectual hippie type, and then it’s gradually revealed that she’s actually the best healer in the UK and has set the global standard for a lot of spells and-. And it’s not like the reveal was actually doing anything dramatically, except making early book El’s isolation and lack of friends even more self-imposed, which was hardly necessary at that point. (Honestly ‘supporting cast go from being nobodies to retroactively being world-famous in their fields’ is the sort of decay I tend to associate with long running serial fiction. Weird to see it happen over the course of one book.) But that’s really just a minor pet peeve.

Orion was a great character, or at least a well-done example of an archetype I adore. ‘Selfless, heroic and dedicated to the point of it being kind of offputting/creepy Chosen One type who is (and I can’t emphasize this enough) not the protagonist. Partially because ‘there’s a much more conventionally heroic adventure story happening 5 degrees to the left’ just makes most stories a little bit more amusing, but also because someone really earnestly believing ‘my entire life is a means to a higher end, a fine tool set to a magnificent or at least a necessary purpose’ reliably drives me absolutely insane about them. That said the only reason I’m not absolutely certain he turns out to be either secretly evil or destined-to-be-the-antichrist is because the end of book cliffhanger makes that almost too obvious and on-the-nose.

Taking a bit of a step back, it’s interesting that the book didn’t really have any individual villain? Like, some other students are antagonists at times, sure, and there are plenty of horrible gribbly monsters (I adored basically all the horrible gribbly monsters), but none that really last as antagonists? Either defused or convinced to step aside/help or brutally murdered with magic. The entire finale was basically extreme high stakes facility maintenance. So yeah, interesting, not my usual expectation of YA.

I mean more broadly the actual villain is of course the entire fucked up system, both social and metaphysical, underlying the school. The role of a brutally competitive education system as recruitment method allowing particularly competent or promising immigrants and members of the lower classes to join a ‘meritocratic’ elite while also filtering out the most troublesome or incompetent children of that elite and using their failure to legitimize the easy inheritance of all the others is, perhaps, a slightly on the nose analogy. But, again, kind of the price of admission.

#book review #the scholomance #a deadly education #naomi novik #sff #YA

[mymainwastoocluttered]

Mad Father (Deuce Spade)

Thank you for 1000 followers! Hope you enjoy the Horror Event!

NOTE: I only write for female reader but everyone is welcome to read it!

I was forgetting to tag you, I'm so sorry, ANYWAY, requested by the lovely @societyslostone

⚠️ WARNING: spoilers for Mad Father, if you don't know the full story of the game, I recommend you play/watch a gameplay of the latest version before reading this.

“I got you!”

Deuce pulls his girlfriend with all his might, Aya clutching his jacket in an attempt to pull both of them. (Y/N) tries to kick off whatever invisible force is pulling her foot, her nails digging on Deuce’s skin. They struggle for a few moments before whatever it is finally lets go and returns to the shadows of the mansion, and the older girl scrambles to get up and throw her arms around him, shaking like a leaf. Aya is no better behind him.

“Shh… it’s ok, I got you. You’re safe, we’re safe,” he tries to comfort her in a soft voice, rubbing her back. “Are you hurt?”

“My ankle hurts a bit, but other than that I’m fine,” she answers in between deep breaths.

She squeezes him one last time, he promptly answers, before letting go so she can give the little girl some attention. It’s adorable how Aya throws herself at (Y/N), and how the older girl hugs her and plays with her hair, cooing assurances so the girl won’t cry. In any other situation, Deuce would be daydreaming of their future together, married and with a kid that looks just like Aya—the girl could pass as a member of his family, after all, with her dark hair and blue eyes.

But right now, the three trapped inside this castle-like mansion with demons and ghouls wishing for their deaths is not a good situation to daydream of the future.

“We need to keep going,” (Y/N) takes the words from his mouth, giving the little girl one last pat on the head before putting her down.

“Right! We need to save Father!” Aya claps, giving them a brilliant smile as if what just happened is a normal occurrence, which probably is, since they had found her already running around the place all by herself.

All because of her precious Father.

Deuce wants to scoff, but he doesn’t want to upset the girl. (Y/N) had told him many things from her world, including the plots of some of her favorite games. He can’t remember all of it, but he remembers the gist of Mad Father: the killer father and his sick obsession with making his daughter into a human doll so she would never stop being beautiful that resulted in him experimenting on many many unfortunate souls. And all those souls then come back thanks to a curse by his late wife, Aya’s mother, all wishing for one thing only: the death of the mad doctor and the daughter who tries to save him.

Deuce wishes Aya would just stop trying to save her father and leave. She’s a bright girl, she surely would be alright, and Maria is still alive. More than that, now she has Deuce and (Y/N), and the Prefect of Ramshackle is certainly resourceful, while the boy is capable of carrying any task entrusted to him with tunnel vision. She would be fine.

But she refuses because she just loves her father so much despite fully knowing what he has done.

Deuce will never understand that.

He dislikes his father for leaving his mother to fend for herself while pregnant, he can’t imagine himself ever caring about a man who has tortured and murdered dozens—maybe hundreds—and enjoyed it.

“Her father is not the only problem,” comes the voice of his lover, and he doesn’t bother to wonder how she knows what he’s thinking. For someone without magic, she sure has some odd skills. “In fact, I’d say none of this would be happening if it weren’t for her mother.”

The boy looks at his girlfriend, but her eyes refuse to leave the girl, who’s now trying to talk with a mysterious raven. He holds her hand tightly and she holds his back just as tight, keeping her voice low as she tells him about Monika, Aya’s mother, her cult, her love for cruelty, her desire to see Aya turn into the monster her father is, and how Alfred, said father, was somehow the one who wished that Aya became a kind girl and turning her into a doll was the only way his unstable mind found after his wife tried to undo his attempts to teach the girl right from wrong.

“... so they’re both terrible.”

“Yes. They both love Aya deeply, but they’re both terribly twisted, and it shows in their love. That is the great tragedy of Mad Father.”

“... and Aya is like them…?”

The girl finally looks up to him, and he feels like he just swallowed rose thorns. Sorrow and despair grasp every nerve in his body and mangle it in their cold fingers until he can feel nothing but numbness.

“She’s not… exactly like them, but… in the future, she takes the idea of ‘sparing people of pain’ a bit too far…”

Another ball of rose thorns goes down his throat at the implications. Deuce feels nauseous, so much so that he actually stumbles, leaning his body on hers. Aya turns to look at them and he almost feels like screaming and cursing and begging her to stop before she can start, before she becomes a reaper to avoid becoming a monster. He gets it now, he understands it now, the horror of Mad Father, the horror of the Drevis family.

The inevitability of their madness.

He takes a deep breath and forces a smile, calling the girl. Aya practically skips her way to them, and the three leave hand in hand, with the little girl in the middle, like a little family walking around their big house and not two teens and a child trying not to die in a maze of insanity and demise.

Deuce can only hope that their presence in this mansion is not brief enough that she forgets what he plans on telling her.

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst imagines #twst x reader #x fem reader #deuce spade #deuce spade x reader #horror event 2022

[uglypastels]

Sub eddie plssssz

i got another anon request for something similar so I'm merging the two, but fr the more of these i write the more i feel like i actually suck at writing smut. why is this so hard to do?? but i still had fun so i hope you enjoy.

warnings: swearing, mention of drugs, smut (characters are 18+, minors dni!) oral (f receiving) bondage/cuffs. hair pulling. more switch!eddie than sub because idk how to write that and also i don't see him as a total sub so yeah. also, calling him ¨Munchy¨ again bc I'm making it a thing.

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It was strange what the time of day could do to a location. You had been down at the trailer park probably over a dozen times and knew there was nothing to be scared of. It was just like any other place in Hawkins. And yet, when the sun went down, there was nothing illuminating the path between the trailers but the yellowish lanterns at the doors… there was a gnawing feeling at the back of your neck that you just couldn’t get rid of. 

You got out of your car quickly and made your way over to the trailer, knocking twice on the door. It was quiet while you waited for it to open. It sounded bigger and angrier than what you could see when you turned around. 

‘Welcome to the castle!’ Eddie opened the door and announced himself, startling you. 

‘Jesus,’ you grabbed for your heart, which felt like it was about to burst from your chest. 

‘Eddie,’ he pointed at himself, ‘not sure where the confusion might come from.’ 

‘True, you’re more like the devil incarnate.’ You said while walking inside. 

‘You flatter me, baby.’ Eddie closed the door behind you while you tried to calm down. It was just a silly nickname; it didn’t mean anything. 

The trailer was messy inside. Not entirely, but plenty of things were lying around that had made the random nooks and crannies their new home. Mugs were on almost every surface imaginable, and the couch was covered in laundry. 

‘Yeah, sorry about the mess,’ Eddie was tidying up behind you, moving around, picking up things just to put them down a few inches to the left. ‘So, what were you in the mood for tonight? The usual? Or maybe some Special K? I also got–’

‘No, just the weed’s good,’ you smiled. Eddie nodded and made his way to the end of the trailer where his room was situated. Not being really sure what to do with yourself, you decided to follow him there. 

His room was just big enough to fit in his double bed, a dresser and a few shelves where in-between hung his pride and joy– the red and black B.C. Rich Warlock guitar was the centrepiece in the room and immediately what your eyes clung to when you walked inside. 

Eddie usually would greet the instrument with a kiss, you had seen him do so, but this time he was too occupied searching through his cupboards for his stash. For someone as well organised in his business as he was, he sure did seem to misplace his product a lot. So, while you waited, you sat down on the bed and noticed another of his prized possessions. The large black binder with the Hellfire logo scribbled across it called out to you. Since he had his back turned to you anyway, you could risk taking a look, surely. You reached out for it, opened the pages and let it fall open– 

But Eddie slammed it shut and you had to look up to see his face. 

‘Uh-uh-uh. Naughthy y/n.’ He pouted and waved his finger at you teasingly. ‘Now, that’s rude. You know that this-’ he grabbed the binder and held it tight to his chest, ‘- is off limits. No matter how cute you may be.’ 

‘So you think I’m cute?’ You challenged him but prepared for another snarky comment of his. 

‘Of course I do.’ He surprised you with that answer. ‘Thought I made it quite clear, too.’ You had no response to that, just stared ahead at him with a blank expression. You sat there, on the bed, frozen and slightly confused, only able to let your eyes follow Eddie’s movements. 

‘Earth to y/n?’ Eddie laughed, pulling you out of your little trance. So you did, and let go of all your insecurities and thoughts, you got up and pulled Eddie in for a kiss. Your hand was grabbing onto his shirt and your lips pressed into his with a passion that emanated from both sides. 

Placing his hands on your arms, Eddie pulled away with a small gasp. The ‘woah’ that escaped his lips was soft, perhaps a little disorientated, but pleasant nonetheless. 

‘I’m sorry, I shouldn’t ha–’ and then it was his turn to interrupt you with a kiss of the same energy. His hands moved, one finding its setting on your cheek, the other on your waist as you lazily let your arms hang over his shoulders.  

‘Don’t apologize, princess. Don’t you ever,’ his words were adorned with a smirk as he said them against your skin. All you could do was nod, already needing to get back to what you were doing. But then, you glanced over his shoulder at the wall and something particular grabbed your attention. 

‘What are those for?’ you asked, making Eddie spin his head around. If it had been anyone else, they might laugh it off as a joke, or try to spin some other explanation around it. But that wasn’t Eddie. He displayed the handcuffs on his wall to begin with. So, when he realised what it was you asked about, he grabbed them and spun them on his finger. 

‘I think you know exactly what these are for, baby.’ He bit his tongue as he waited for a reaction to come out of you. You let it process for a moment, and took the handcuffs. The metal felt cold to the touch, naturally.

‘For me or you?’ he glanced at him again and saw the spark in his eyes brighten. 

‘Whatever you want.’ 

You had no idea why the thought of that excited you so much, but the next thing you knew, you pulled him in for another kiss. This time it was much harsher and you held him not only by the shirt, but your other hand found its way through his hair, pulling it lightly. It immediately evoked a response out of Eddie: a low hum, almost groan-like. 

You had to move around a little but eventually were positioned in such a way that, with one step forward, Eddie fell back onto his bed with you on top. The wood and springs creaked a little under your collected weight, which made you wince, but Eddie was quick. 

‘Don’t worry, it will hold us up, no problem.’

‘Ok,’ you took a deep breath, laughed a little at the silly concern, and then grabbed the handcuffs again which had dropped on the edge of the bed. You sat up, your legs straddling Eddie’s thighs. ‘So, how do we do this?’ 

‘Well, i should probably take this off first,’ Eddie didn’t waste another second taking off his shirt. In one clean swoop, the material was on the ground, revealing to you his tattoo-adorned chest and arms. You looked him up and down already feeling the want for him building up. The anticipation for what would come next was building deep inside. 

‘Hey, if you don’t want to do this– nothing’s gonna–’ Eddie must have mistaken your momentary silence for doubt as he again tried to reassure you.

‘No. No, that’s not it.’ you shook your head, ‘You’re just, heh, really hot.’ it was a dumb confession but you had to be honest. The sight in front of you was making you speechless. It also made Eddie smile. It was making him cocky, which wasn’t really what you had been going for with this scenario. Now, however, without his shirt on, there was nothing stopping you from using those handcuffs, and he realised this too. Eddie extended one of his hands to you, practically presenting his wrist for you to put the metal around. It clicked softly around him and without you having to say another word, he put both his hands up to the bedframe. 

‘I might be wrong,’ you shuffled closer to the bed frame to click his other hand in the cuff, ‘but something tells me this isn’t your first time.’ 

‘Something tells me the exact same about you, sweetheart,’ he was ready for it. All you replied with was a small shrug of your shoulders as you started to trace your nails over his chest. Not to scratch, just for him to feel your touch. Slowly, you moved down to his waist, just to go back up. You watched with a smile as his muscles tensed and happy little grunts escaped him. 

‘Hmm, I should have expected you to be a tease, honestly,’ Eddie mumbled under his breath. 

‘You can always tell me to stop and we can just… smoke something.’ Finally, you reached his belt but halted doing anything until you got a response from the man underneath you. 

‘Oh no, go ahead. Ruin me.’ and with that he let his head fall back on the pillow. You ignored the feeling inside. After all, you were supposed to be the one in control here. So, you undid his belt as smoothly as you could and, with a bit of resistance, managed to pull his trousers down. To no one’s surprise, you could already see through his boxers that he was hard. 

‘You can stare all you want, but I promise you it’s way more fun if-’ 

‘Got a pretty big mouth for someone who’s tied to the bedpost, Munchy,’ you pointed out. ‘Or are you just trying to get that hankie of yours around it too?’ You had meant it as a joke, mostly, but by the way that his eyes widened at the sound of your words, it sparked something in you as well. 

‘God, you would probably really like that, wouldn’t you?’ You got off of his lap and sat down next to him, so your faces could be closer together. ‘Ok, tell me, Eddie, what would you really like?’ 

Eddie looked you up and down and bit his lip while thinking his answer through. 

‘I…’ his tongue moved across his lips, breaking apart that mischievous smile, ‘I want to taste you, baby.’ 

‘Oh you wanna eat my pussy?’ you let yourself play with his hair, which he immediately leaned into, nodding to your question. ‘Want me to… sit up for it.’ 

‘Fuck yes.’ He almost tugged at the handcuffs out of excitement for the prospect of you sitting on his face. You had known that that man was filthy in his own accords, but the longer you spend in bed with him, the list grew longer and longer. 

You got up out of bed and discarded of your clothes quickly. Eddie’s eyes didn’t leave your body for a second as he basically devoured you with his hungry gaze. At one moment, you got stuck with your bra but tried to play it off as teasing, which, by the sound of his groan, worked. 

‘I’m starting to regret these cuffs now,’ he tugged again. You doubted he actually thought he could break them, but more just needed something to let out his small frustrations on as well as have a moment for you to look at his arms– which you did not mind, one bit. 

‘Oh, but we haven’t even started yet,’ you said, now naked. As you neared him again, he pulled at the handcuffs again and again. Perhaps he did think he could break them? ‘Do you already want to quit, Eddie?’ You asked half mockingly, but also being as genuine as you could… if that was somehow possible. 

‘No, I regret these,’ he pulled hard and gritted his teeth, ‘because I want to fuck you so bad, y/n. I swear-’

‘If you wanted to, you should have said so.’ It was a bit nerve-wracking to move your leg over him and sit on his chest, your pussy only inches away from his face. ‘But instead you said you wanted me to sit on your face and look how I’m listening to your every demand, Eddie. So don’t be a brat and take what you’re being given.’ Your voice got sterner as you went on, to the point that by the time you finished, Eddie could only reply with a nod of the head as he looked up at you. 

You positioned yourself in front of him and Eddie didn’t waste a second. His tongue was on you quicker than you could probably get a hold of the bed. Instead, you just about managed to grab his hair, which only stimulated him more to keep going.

There had been days long before this when you had imagined what that tongue of his could do, and none of your wildest fantasies held up to the real thing. He took his time but didn’t slack. He went deep and passionate… if that could be described as that. He was a man on a mission to make you feel good and would not stand by to fail. 

‘Oh fuck, Eddie,’ you moaned his name. The sensations rushing through you made you feel like it couldn’t last long enough and at the same time would make you explode in mere seconds. ‘Fuck, fuck.’ 

Eddie seemed to be enjoying himself greatly too. Whenever you looked down at his face, you could see the pleasure, the fun, he was having while making you feel this good. And anytime you called his name or made those sounds that told him how good he was, well, it send shock after shock of ecstasy through him. 

His face was getting slicker with your juices and it was harder for you to keep it together. Then he moved away to kiss the inside of your thighs, and suck on the sensitive skin, quickly leaving behind a trace of marks that would remain a secret between the two of you. There was just enough time for you to catch some breath before he went back and your thoughts evaporated with another moan. 

As you kept louder, it only got louder and messier. That man was having you as a last meal, it seemed like, but you couldn’t complain. There was nothing to complain about with Eddie. Everything felt like pure bliss. 

Your voice went an octave higher, so it seemed, and your legs started shaking. ‘Oh my god, oh–’ Everything went dark for a second as you tried to recollect yourself. 

Eddie was a right mess underneath you, chin glistening underneath the biggest grin you had ever seen on a man’s face. 

‘I would wipe this off, but he tugged on those damn handcuffs again, but eventually wiped it a bit on the side of his upper arm, but not before licking most of his lips clean. ‘You sure do taste heavenly, baby.’ 

‘You flatter me, Eddie.’ You kissed him hard, tasting yourself on him. A mix of sex and drugs, with just a little hint of chocolate milk that he must have had before you showed up.

‘Now, please, get me out of these,’ he said and his voice told you everything about what he had in mind for you. But you pushed those thoughts of his down rather quickly. 

‘Oh, I’m just getting started.’

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[cxpidsrevolution]

Wink Murder

Prologue: Why did it have to be a college party?!?!?

WC: 1.3k CW: Mentions of Alcohol, Death, Slight sexual themes, swearing Taglist: Open

Attending a frat party wasn't really your ideal way of spending a friday night, but the promise of free drinks and the pleas of your friends had gotten you to agree to go. Knowing the night would be an uneventful blur of other college students downing drinks and making out with people whose names they wouldn't even recall in the morning, you were certain you'd be leaving the frat house before some drunken guy could try convince you to go back to his bedroom with you (and most definitely fail). If you were honest you had considered locking yourself in your dorm room until your friends had left just to avoid an inevitably bad night, studying for your upcoming finals seeming like a far better alternative to navigating around sticky floors to avoid any awkward situations. But before you knew it, Lumine and Hu Tao had pulled out a dozen dresses from their own wardrobes and were prompting you to try on and choose one of them and so your plans of hiding away from the nights were fooled by sparkly fabrics cut to a less than appropriate length.

“Are you sure there isn't anything more modest I could wear?” you say turning your head to the girls who were sitting on your bed gushing over ‘how good you looked in that dress’ and other statements along those lines while you attempted to shimmy some of the fabric down in hopes of it at least reaching halfway down your thighs.”I don't even want to go to this stupid party, can i not even wear something from my own wardrobe?”

“C’mon YN its a frat party, this is kind of the standard dress code,” Hu Tao rolled her eyes at your statement “You never know, maybe this'll get you out of your shell and you'll finally start having fun. That's what college is for.”

“I’m pretty sure college is for educa-” you were cut off before you could finish your correction of Hu Tao’s statement by a long sigh coming from Lumine.

“You barely get out as it is, just this once for us?” Lumine offered a smile and starting routing around the piles of clothing thrown around various areas of your carpet, a mess you were 99% sure you'd be left to clean up, until she grabbed a longer coat “you can even wear this over it, and if you want to leave after an hour then we can leave.”

After a few more minutes of a similar back and forth you gave in and opted to put the jacket lumine had suggested you wear over the outfit you were sure wouldn't feel out of place in a burlesque show. A small part of you hoped that the taxi Lumine had ordered never made it to the street outside of your dorm building but alas you were never really that lucky and around 5 minutes later Lumine received a call notifying you all that the car was outside and ready to take you to the party.

At least you could say with certainty that Hu Tao hadn't been lying when she told you that it ‘was standard dress code’, in fact it seemed like the entire party was a contest to see who could wear the least clothing. The warmth inside, probably the product of the sheer amount of people packed into the two story house, was enough to prompt you to remove your jacket, opting instead to sling it over your forearm. As soon as you stepped in the main room Hu Tao had wandered off in search of someone willing to indulge her for the evening and Lumine gave you a glance before announcing that she was going to look for her boyfriend, Ajax (or Childe as he was titled by his frat brothers). Before leaving she told you to come see her if you wanted to head back after about an hour like she had said back in your dorm but by that point it was obvious that she would be too busy with whatever it was couples did at these parties. So that left you standing alone in the middle of a cramped room without anyone you knew praying that a cup of something strong enough for you to forget the experience would somehow materialise in your hand. 

Slurred voices and overpowering loud, terrible music was all that could be heard as you pushed your way through the crowd of people to try and find wherever the alcohol was being kept, mumbling apologies and curses as you navigated to what you assumed was the kitchen. As soon as you spotted a surface covered in assorted bottles and red plastic cups you poured yourself a random drink, already knowing after the first sip that without a doubt you would’ve rather been home. You placed the cup down on the side, not caring much about what happened to the remains of your drink, too overwhelmed by your surroundings to entertain the idea of drinking anymore alcohol.

“Why did I let them convince me into coming?” you mumbled under your breath as you wondered around attempting to find an area of the house that would be less populated by people. Drunken party goers brushed up against your arms as they danced out of rhythm with whatever blaring song was on or dragged each other to a more secluded area for activities you didn't want to stick around to witness. Honestly the whole situation was becoming too much and the only thought in your head at that moment was getting air that hadn’t come out of the mouth of some intoxicated 20 year old. Now on the second floor you opted to hide away in one of the bedrooms upstairs, careful to check for giggling behind any of the doors to avoid any awkward situations you weren't sure you'd be able to explain your presence at. 

Finally finding a room absent of anyone you opened the door rushing inside and closing it quickly behind you, luckily the room you found yourself in had a balcony so you rushed towards it excited to get the fresh air you craved after successfully escaping the packed first floor. At last taking a second to check your phone, 1 missed call and a message from lumine showing up in your notifications as you swipe to unlock it.

'Sorry yn but Childe wants me to stay the night so you’ll have to call a cab home when you wanna go :)'

It wasn't that you hadn't expected it, but the smiley face she had added to the end of the message didn't lessen the blow that you had basically been left for the promises of sex and fun. Ultimately turning off the screen, you leant on the railings of the balcony looking at the view but the rows of houses occupying the outskirts of the college campus did not offer much in the way of entertainment. The streets were basically barren with the exception of a handful of cars that sped down the road periodically, occasionally lighting the road enough that you could see the details of the pavements and road markings. Even studying the origins of psychology would be around 100x more interesting than anything outside had to offer.

You were ready to give up on the whole night and call for a ride home, reaching for your phone when a hand wrapped itself around your wrist pulling you back inside the bedroom. You turned immediately in a panicked frenzy to see the image of a boy, adorned with hair of a red wine colour, with his index finger placed over his lips shushing your distressed sounds. He tilted his head in the direction of the bathroom, the door to which was now wide open and in clear view was the body of a young woman lifelessly strewn across the tiled floor. His eyes darting back and forth between you and the newly exposed body you were staring at with an aghast expression spreading across your face.

SHIT.

Summary: When a murder occurs at a college party you're both at, you and genius detective prodigy Heizou race to solve the crime faster than the other without arousing suspicion from the other guests

A/N: This is a reupload of the prologue, praying to god that tumblr puts it in the tags this time. I hope you enjoy the prologue, i put a lot of work into it!!

#heizou x gender neutral reader #heizou fluff #heizou x reader #heizou x reader fluff #genshin impact #genshin impact angst #genshin impact x reader #genshin fluff #cxpidsrevolution #heizou #heizou x reader angst

[endlessnightlock]

I’d love to see your take on the fluff prompt 27 if it interests you. :)

27. "You're crazy if you think I'm letting you sleep on the couch."

40 fluff prompts

Previous drabbles in the series: 

Why Are You Upside Down 

You Got Me Flowers

There’s Animal In Your Sweater, Isn’t There

An In-Panem, Alternate Universe series

Summer before 11th Grade

"Your family is going to wonder where you are when you don’t show up tonight,” Peeta says, unlocking the door above the bakery and ushering Katniss inside. He shuts it behind them, and with a barrier between them and the outside world the shouting and occasional gunfire in the Square mutes some. Peeta is aware of his own frantic heartbeat, the blood rushing through his ears. He sags against the kitchen counter, the strength seeping from his limbs. They made it. They’re safe. Better yet, they're alone, he realizes. He's not sure he could deal with his family now.

His mother and father and Rye are at the Cartwright’s, finalizing toasting plans with his brother’s future in-laws. Curfew is soon, and they'll be stranded until sunrise.

While his father and brothers like Katniss, Mrs. Mellark still hasn't given in. He’s too tired to play moderator.

“I didn’t tell anyone we were watching from the square,” Katniss admits, following Peeta through the quiet apartment to the front room. She moves to the window facing the square, pushing the curtain back.

Peeta stands behind her and leans over her shoulder, peering out into the street below. The Peacekeepers seem to have the crowd subdued once again. Dozens of people, including a few of his Town neighbors, are led away, guns drawn as motivation to walk. A dull ache settles in his chest.

“Kind of feels like a waste,” Katniss says, pushing the curtain to cover the window and stepping back. Her expression is pinched. “Fighting the Capitol will change anything.”

“I’m not sure if I agree with that,” Peeta says as Katniss sits on the couch. She unlaces her boots and he watches her routine that’s become so familiar to him. Funny how he never thought that would happen. “I think they’re brave,” he adds.

She tugs one boot off. “I think it’s idiotic.”

The situation isn’t funny, but he laughs anyway. “Of course you do. Starting something you can’t finish isn’t logical."

Katniss tugs the other boot off her foot and frowns at him as she stretches out on the couch. “We can’t all be Mr. Do-Good, like you.”

“Probably not,” Peeta says. “What would become of us? Standing up for what we believe in.”

“It would get us killed,” she murmurs, eyes falling closed. 

Peeta ignores that comment. “What are you doing?”

She looks up at him. “I’m so tired. Do you have a blanket I can use to sleep out here?”

Katniss gives a very un-Katniss-like squeak when Peeta bends over and scoops her off the couch. She forgets how strong he is sometimes. Her heart flutters inside her chest, and when he smiles crookedly at her that warmth she feels around him lately spreads through her belly. Their gazes lock, and she’s oddly breathless.

“You’re crazy if you think I’m letting you sleep on the couch,” Peeta says after clearing his throat

Katniss doesn’t know what to say as he quickly sets her on the floor again. His cheeks are red. She’s looking everywhere in the room but at him. 

“If that’s cool with you-” he begins.

“Yeah,” she says quickly. Embarrassed for some reason, Katniss follows Peeta to his room. They remain quiet as they lay side by side on his bed, but now that they’re here, she can’t fall asleep. Her mind whirs, and she doesn’t want to close her eyes because every time she does, scenes from the square flash across her mind.

Shouting erupts from outside once again, followed by short bursts of gunfire. Peeta has his arms around her, pulling her close before the first sob has fully crossed her lips.

#endlessnightlock writes #this was sitting in my drafts forever #everlark drabble #everlark fic #in-panem a/u

[takecareluv]

it’s you & me || vinnie hacker x reader

a.n. hi besties!!! this is part two to second chances, but of course can be read alone. i hope you guys love this. this is what i instantly envisioned when i got the first request!everything about lake como is so dreamy to me and i hope to visit one day (with hopefully my own vinnie) maybe for a wedding !?!! also a little surprise ending … !? hehehe enjoy 🫶🏼

the sun barely had risen when you were awaken by your alarm bright and early that following morning. if it was any other day, you would have been exhausted, hitting snooze at least a dozen times. but today wasn’t any other day; today you were flying to italy with the love of your life for a trip you had only known about for less than twelve hours. 

you were quick to hop out of bed, wanting a few extra calm moments before the impending chaos that always ensued upon entering an airport. 

after making a strong pot of much needed coffee, you headed back up the stairs and into your bedroom with two mugs in your hands. you set the cups down, walking over to vinnie’s side of the bed to wake up the sleepy boy. 

it took a couple minutes, but after a lot of shaking, and maybe a couple slaps, you finally saw those brown eyes fluttering open to look up at you. “morning, baby.” he mumbled with that morning voice you loved so much. 

“good morning, my love. i made coffee if you want some.” you smiled, feeling genuinely happy for the first time in a while. 

“thanks, baby. what time is it?” he asked, still a bit disoriented from just waking up. 

“its five o’clock. we should probably leave soon that way we have time to get breakfast or something before the flight.” 

“mkay, love.” vinnie responded while sitting up and pulling you to stand between his legs. he started rubbing his hands up and down your frame, trying to relax any nerves you might have, knowing you normally get a little overwhelmed on travel days. “how you feeling, sweet girl?” 

you always appreciated how caring and understanding he was about your mental health. he never made you feel like a burden which you generally thought yourself to be most of the time. it was one of the many things you loved about him and were happy to get back after so long. 

“i’m okay right now. i don’t think its hit me yet where we’re going, i’m just so excited. it doesn’t feel real, by the end of the day we’re going to be in italy! ITALY!” you squealed eagerly, grabbing his face with both your hands and placing a kiss to his chapped lips. 

you then pulled him up to stand, “now c’mon, sleepyhead. what are you waiting for?!” 

“how much coffee have you had? i've never seen you this energetic this early in the morning.”

you giggled while still spinning and skipping around the room cheerfully. “i’m just so happy, vin. it’s been a while since we've done something together. i missed it. i missed you.”

“i know and i am really sorry about that again, baby. but today we’re going to change all of that. i love you so much. this is all for you.” 

“i love you too. now go shower, you smell.” 

“yes ma'am.” he instantly replied, saluting you and marching off to the ensuite bathroom, leaving you in a fit of laughter. 

while vinnie was in the shower, you were triple checking to make sure you had everything you wanted and needed for this trip. seeing as it was so last minute, you didn’t have time to plan and pack as much as you usually liked to. going over your checklist for the hundredth time, you still felt like you were forgetting something. 

every couple minutes, you would barge into the bathroom asking vinnie way too many questions for his brain to handle this early in the morning. 

“did you remember to get our passports?” 

“do you think i need a jacket? it'll probably be too hot right? and i can just buy one there if i need.”

“did i pack enough bathing suits? i think six is enough, yeah?”

"should i bring my laptop or leave it here?”

“what time was our flight again?”

it was like every other second, you had a new worry that popped into your mind causing you to feel more and more anxious. luckily vinnie was just getting out of the shower when you were about to fully breakdown, and hastily made his way over to you to stop the panic before it even begun. “hey, hey, hey. it’s okay. you're going to be okay. just breathe. we have everything we need and if there's anything we forget, we can buy it there, okay? i have our passports and tickets in my backpack. no more worrying, okay baby. i want you to relax, i got everything covered. now let me see that beautiful smile.” 

you just tucked you head into the crook of his neck, getting shy at his request. 

“don't hide from me now. lemme see that pretty face of yours, baby.”

you obliged, finally looking up at him and he grinned. “there she is. my pretty girl.” he cooed, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “i just have to get dressed and then we can head out, how’s that sound?” 

“okay. i’m ready when you are, bub.” 

-- 

fast forward through all the craziness of tsa and the flight, and many hours later you finally arrived in the magnificent lake como, italy. 

the last time you were here, you were getting married. the most magical day of your life. you couldn’t believe you were back so soon. it was like you were living in a fairytale that you hoped would never end. 

sat in the back of your uber, cuddled close to your husband, you approached a hotel that looked awfully familiar. you turned to vinnie with a big smile on your face, “are we staying in the same hotel as our wedding night?”

he only grinned. pulling you out once the car came to a stop. “c’mon, baby. this is only the beginning.” 

-- 

the check in process was prompt and you were now racing to the elevator, excited to see the room, and more importantly to take a nap. 

from the moment you stepped inside, you immediately recognized the elegant interior, the huge bed, all the way to the grand balcony doors propped open against the wall opposite you, leading out to the majestic lake you could stare at for hours on end. this was the exact room you stayed in the night of your wedding. it was just how you remembered; perfect. 

you turned to vinnie with so much love and adoration in your eyes. you didn’t have to say a single word, he knew exactly what you were thinking. instead, he grabbed your waist, pulling you close and connecting your lips. “i love you.”… “so so much,” you babbled between kisses. 

“and i you,” he whispered back, both of you drifting off to sleep soon after tangled in each other’s arms. 

--

the next morning, or should i say afternoon, you woke up feeling a lot less jet lagged. rolling over, you reached out only to notice an empty spot beside you. you opened your eyes to see no vinnie, but a note sitting in his place. 

my love, 

i’m sorry for making you wake up alone. i’ll be back soon. i just had some some things to finalize for tonight. in the meantime, go enjoy some lunch and relax by the pool. i also left you an itinerary for the spa, if you'd rather go there. treat yourself, baby! see you in a little bit. 

i love you,

your vinnie <3

you couldn't help but smile after reading the handwritten note, i really am one lucky girl, you thought out loud. 

not even bothering to check the time, you were on vacation after all, you leapt out of the bed that looked as if it was built for a princess and opened your suitcase to rummage through all of the clothes you brought. once you picked out what you thought to be the perfect outfit for the day, you slipped it over the bathing suit you already put on. 

you spent the rest of the afternoon lounging by the pool surrounded by flowers and age-old trees in its own little corner of paradise. you sipped on a aperol spritz and munched on the most amazing margarita pizza you'd ever had, enjoying the tranquil moment. 

a couple hours later vinnie joined you on the patio where you shared another drink before he whisked you away back to the room so you could get ready for this all so mysterious night’s plans. 

you showered, taking some extra time to pamper yourself by exfoliating your skin and doing a hair mask. once you finished your self-care shower, you began doing your makeup, letting your hair air dry.

your makeup didn’t take too long as you went for a more natural, simple look using mostly cream based, dewy products. using your luxurious dior lip oil that you only put on for special occasions, you made the final touches to your makeup and hair. looking in the mirror, you were satisfied with how you looked.

it was then time to put on the dress, which you had been looking forward to wearing all day. 

“wow. you get more and more beautiful each day. how did i get so lucky?” vinnie stood across the room in a white button-down and dress pants, looking at you like you were the only girl in the world, truly in awe of your beauty.

“i ask myself the same thing. you look so handsome, baby. now can you finally tell me where we’re going?” you asked, walking over to him with those sweet eyes that typically got you what you wanted. 

“you’ll know soon enough. now let’s go, we’re on a little bit of a time crunch.”

--

you made your way down and out of the hotel towards the sidewalk along the glimmering lake that you figured would lead you wherever you were heading next.

three short minutes later, you came face to face with an extravagant villa you once again recognized from your wedding day. you smiled at the memory. “what are we doing here?” you asked cluelessly as vinnie continued to guide you through the winding stairs and tiny gardens of the mansion until you reached the terrace that looked out upon the water. 

there was staff walking all around you, clearly setting up for an event, although they didn’t seem to be bothered by your presence. you were growing more confused every second that went by. 

you finally came to a halt once you were stood under an arbor made of twisted vines and fragrant flowers. vinnie then grabbed your hands with his own, “i told you i wanted a fresh start so here we are. now we only have ten minutes before they kick us out for the wedding they have soon. but i just want to say i love you so much. it scares me sometimes, i've never loved anyone as much as i love you. last time we stood here a year ago i promised to always be there for you, to take care of you and love you, and be the husband you so greatly deserve. but i haven’t done that. i haven't been there for you and i’m sorry. i can't apologize enough. i let you down, and quite frankly let myself down, these past several months, but never again. even in our worst moments, i promise to be there for you always. the way i should've been and the way you deserve, through thick and thin. i can't promise that we won’t argue and fight, every couple does, but i can promise to never let you go to sleep upset. i promise to never make you feel like i don't love you. because i do; i adore you, and i will never let you forget it. it’s you and me forever, baby.”

to say you were crying by the end of his speech was an understatement. you were overcome with so many emotions all in one single moment, you couldn’t get any words out, you didn’t even know where to begin. 

but vinnie knew, he always knew. he simply wiped the tears from under your eyes and leaned forward to place a kiss to your nose, both your cheeks, and lastly your lips. 

it was a moment you would remember for the rest of your life. 

-- 

for the rest of the already magical night, you both wandered around the village after having a delicious meal, and eventually getting some gelato. 

once the sun set, you decided to make your way back to the hotel. now it was vinnie’s turn for a surprise, and you planned on give him the royal treatment all night long for always making yoy feel like such a princess. 

--

four weeks later... 

recently you had noticed you’d been feeling especially tired. you were more emotional than ever with some crazy mood swings, and had woken up feeling nauseous the past several days. as you started think about it more you came to realize you didn’t remember getting your period this month. you honestly couldn’t remember the last time you had gotten it for that matter. it was definitely way before your trip to italy.

once it hit you, you rushed into the bathroom in search of a pregnancy test you knew was stored somewhere deep within the vanity drawers. you eventually found it, ripping the test out of the box, quickly taking it. 

you didn’t need the test, you knew deep down what the outcome would be. all signs pointed to it. 

the timer aburptly went off, interrupting the million thoughts going through your head. you hesitantly turned the stick over and one word stuck out to you...

positive.

a.n. hiii i’m popping in again! what do we think ?? i’ve been wanting to write in a pregnancy for so long and i thought this would be the perfect one to do it !!! i absolutely love reading dad & family fics (idk what you would call them) but anything with mom!reader & dad!whoever <3 it just pulls on my heart strings, they’re always so adorable 🥹 so i wanted to try writing my own !!! tbh i’m a little nervous bc it is something i love to read so much idk if i can do it justice. plus don’t want to mess up the whole concept for me haha but we’ll see !!! so requests for dad!vinnie are now open 🤍

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