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nobodyfamousposts · 5 months

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Do you think people cling on too much to Adrien's high road advice as a reason to salt on him?

Yes, especially when there are plenty of other reasons to salt him that have previously been ignored. But to that end, it DOES serve as the final straw for people after a SERIES of problems that had previously gone unaddressed.

Much like many aspects of the show, Adrien has displayed problematic behaviors that have been overlooked and waved off in the earlier seasons. This is likely or especially due to the way how in each and every incident, Adrien was narratively shown to be correct. In his stance. In his choices. In his behaviors. He was always right. It doesn't matter if he shouldn't be, because he is.

Now unless you're a hater or anti or salter or whatever negative name people tend to get for not liking a story as it's presented, readers and watchers tend to follow along with the narrative as it presents things and how it presents things. It's a common setup in any story. Protagonist Centered Morality, I feel framed best by Susan in the Discord series:

Susan: ...and then Jack chopped down the beanstalk, adding murder and ecological vandalism to the theft, enticement and trespass charges already mentioned, but he got away with it and lived happily ever after without so much as a guilty twinge about what he had done. Which proves that you can be excused anything if you're a hero, because no one asks inconvenient questions.

Pretty much this. Most people will follow what the narrative says because it's the narrative. If the narrative wants you to focus on Marinette being embarrassed, you're going to focus on how much she's cringe. And if the narrative wants you to view Adrien as a perfect sunshine boy who never does anything wrong, anything he does is going to be framed through that lens and it's difficult to break from that view and call out the times when he is wrong. Not unless he does something particularly severe.

It should be noted that outside of Chameleon, Adrien had, among other things: lied to his partner, caused someone to get akumatized and had his partner take the blame, was messing around during life-threatening and city-threatening situations, did nothing as Chloe tormented people right in front of him, DEFENDED Chloe after she tormented people right in front of him, bailed on an event with friends to set up a date with someone who said she had other plans and then got mad at HER for it, tried to flirt or confess in the middle of an active crisis which took necessary attention away from said crisis, caused himself AND his partner to get hit by akuma powers and needlessly be taken out of commission.

And yet people could mostly overlook these instances. They weren't his fault. Chloe is his friend. Marinette is worse. He's just a kid. He has a tragic backstory. So on and so forth. Easy to overlook. Easy to ignore in favor of the Sunshine Boy setup people were given and want to believe in.

But there were three major instances that really grabbed people's attention and stayed:

His attitude in Frozer. It probably wouldn't have been so bad except this rejection already happened in Glaciator, where he was supposed to have learned a lesson and accepted just being Ladybug's friend and now apparently didn't, despite it happening earlier that very season. Then in response, he decides to date Kagami as a rebound, drags Marinette with him on his date (without realizing how he's asking his friend to be a third wheel on a DATE) and focuses on her when he's supposed to be with Kagami, throws another tantrum in the middle of an akuma fight and refuses to work with his partner when the city is literally frozen, and requires Ladybug to apologize to him for hurting his feelings before he finally working with her. Again. But okay, he's a teenage boy in love. Not used to rejection and got his feelings hurt. Lovesquare is endgame so of course it'll work out anyway, so it's not like this bump in the road is really going to matter long term so we shouldn't hold it against him. Fine. Dumb, but fine. We've forgiven it in other shows and other poorly done teen romances, we can forgive it here.

His behavior in Syren in which he demanded to know secrets from people when the secrets were not theirs to tell him, and went so far as to attempt to blackmail his kwami (which was funny) and threaten to quit and abandon the Ring that the big bad is after while the city is flooded and people were trying to not drown (which was decidedly less humorous). But it was played for wholesome when Plagg reassured him and he got what he wanted by Fu revealed himself even if Adrien did nothing to actually show he earned it, so all's well that ends well, I guess? And people could justify it because "they're partners" and "part of a team" and "she should trust him" and "it's not fair he's the only one left out of the loop" and "he has a right to know" and just general "Fu is an idiot" (which is admittedly hard to argue). So people were disgruntled, but most were willing to overlook it.

His holier than thou lecture to Marinette in Maledictator over everyone being happy Chloe was leaving. When all Marinette was doing at the time was watching everyone else have fun. When Adrien specifically guilted Marinette and not any of the other actual partiers involved who were literally throwing a party over his friend leaving and probably should have warranted a lecture more than the girl just standing there. When the girl in question was also Chloe's main target and out of everyone had valid reasons to be happy that her bully won't be around to bully her anymore. When Adrien himself has historically been present to witness Marinette being targeted including twice he witnessed Chloe attempt to steal from Marinette, once he witnessed her try to blackmail Marinette, and numerous other times when she actively caused harm to Marinette and others. When Adrien then proceeded to sit in a corner and pout rather than do anything else or just leave if the party really bothered him. When Adrien, if he really cared so damn much, could have gone after Chloe himself! Or y'know...have stood up for Chloe earlier when she got upset in the first place. But fine, okay, Chloe is his childhood friend. So maybe he's just being biased and oblivious to the fact that his "friend" is a horrible person. But people can excuse and justify it in that they are friends and friends support each other, and the longer someone is friends with someone else, the harder it is to break from them. And that Marinette was probably just the target of his lecture because she was the one there in the moment (and the only one who would listen without arguing). And her calling Chloe useless was "mean" despite it being quite frankly the least of what she could have said about her in the moment (coughcough theft cough blackmail cough punished the entire school cough TRIED TO CRASH A TRAIN AND NEARLY KILLED HER AND HER PARENTS COUGH-FREAKINGCOUGH). Fine. Childhood friend means Adrien supports her in all her horrible and even deadly actions. Frustrating, but again, able to be explained and you can see where he's coming from.

These are all things that definitely got Adrien some side eye at best and some detractors at worst.

BUT if you really think about it, all of these examples are objectively worse than his lecture to Marinette in Chameleon. Not accepting being told "no" and continuing to chase a girl who isn't that in to him (while leading on another). Putting lives at risk over personal wants that could quite honestly wait until AFTER the crisis is over. Defending someone who is harmful and guilt tripping the victims. Compared to those, telling someone to leave a liar to their lying seems relatively minor.

So why this? Why here? Why is it Chameleon that has people saying enough is enough? Why is it this episode that is causing the sunshine boy to be so tarnished and the subject of salt in fan fiction?

Because this is the time when it couldn't be rationalized. There wasn't even a valid sensible canon-based reason for his stance. The arguments that Adrien "knew confronting her wouldn't work" or that he "handled her like paparazzi" or that he "knew Marinette previously failed when she tried" (even though he wasn't there and didn't know) or that he "didn't think anyone would believe him" don't come from canon. Those were fan arguments made after the fact to justify him after the base was broken and the outcry became too much to ignore.

This case didn't have any of the ties or rationales of the previous incidents. Adrien wasn't defending himself or his place in a partnership. He wasn't fighting for his love or his dream or an outcome he wanted and that we all knew was coming—if anything, he was fighting against her. He wasn't defending a friend like he did with Chloe—I mean, it's pretty evident he doesn't even really know or like Lila at this point, and for all intents and purposes, this is apparently only the second day he actually had any interaction with her. There was no notable reason Adrien really had for why he essentially chose to protect Lila over literally anyone else as she wasn't a friend and it wasn't in his interests to protect her from a consequence that wouldn't hurt her short term as much as it would likely harm everyone else long term.

And yet, he still defended her and her freedom to lie. Over Marinette. Over Ladybug. Over his friends. Over any sense of right and wrong he seems to have no problem throwing around when it comes to Marinette/Ladybug. Which seems like he targets her 9 times out of 10 compared to pretty much anyone else by this point. So it's little wonder then that people who didn't already hate the lovesquare because of the cringe factor from Marinette started to hate it for being incredibly unhealthy given that their relatively limited interactions tend to involve him lecturing her for failing to live up to his double standards that only seem to apply to her in any given situation.

This incident by itself doesn't seem like much, but when looked at as part of the series as a whole, it's when people couldn't keep overlooking this trend. Where he seems to admonish the wrong person. Where he acts like a mouthpiece rather than a person. Talks like he’s wise in a situation he seems to have a childish and one-sided view of. Acts like a brat but is treated as though he has no accountability in the situation he causes. Where he is wrong but no one and certainly not the narrative acknowledges it (not until season five and two seasons too late when it doesn't matter and he's still not the one facing consequences for it).

And it's not like he actually follows the stances he himself promotes. In Chameleon, canon presents him with this idealistic stance that Lila could change if given a chance, except he doesn't give her a chance. He doesn't push her to be a better person. He doesn't support or in any way help her to be the better person he insisted to Marinette she could be. He also doesn't do anything or warn anyone when she keeps lying and actively harms the people he says he cares about. He doesn't do anything one way or the other other than some lackluster encouragement to stop lying and a warning that goes nowhere. It just further gives credit to the argument that Adrien either simply doesn't care about other people, or that he doesn't care for Marinette specifically. Neither is conducive to the lovesquare or the increasingly tarnished view of the "sunshine boy".

And it could have worked. Canonically and intrinsically to his character. His idealism and trust in the wrong person comes back to bite him. He learns and grows from it. Except that, much like with nearly everything he does in canon, Chameleon set it up that Adrien was the writers' mouthpiece and thus was not "wrong". I'll grant that they did have him admit it and apologize to Marinette for it two seasons later, but it is pretty evident that during Chameleon, they intended his lecture to be right, with no foreshadowing and no implication otherwise. And I'm fairly certain they only backtracked and had him do that much because of the amount of fan outrage over the episode.

So yes, I think his lecture in Chameleon was really a final straw since unlike Chloe, Adrien has NO relationship with Lila to justify his defense of her. Especially when the argument is in favor of letting her lie to the people he's supposed to care about. That combined with how jarring it was how most of the class just sided with Lila over the seat issue in the first place, and I think people were less inclined to just ignore the problems in the episode specifically and with the series as a whole as they were compared to the first and second seasons. Not just with Adrien, as we see that Alya also started getting more callout and salt since then as well as more retrospective scrutiny over her behavior in earlier seasons.

But yeah...Chameleon was where things seemed to take a 180, so it's bound to be the deciding episode and deciding incident that sticks out in people's minds with these characters. That's probably why it ends up the go-to for salt and complaints on the characters involved instead of any of the other incidents that would arguably warrant it more.

#ml salt #adrien salt #chameleon salt #season 5 salt #ml analysis #ml essay #yes it's a lot of salt #yes i am doing this again

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half-oz-eddie · 1 month

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Max was not supposed to be in Billy’s room. She knew better.

But it was 7:30 AM and she really wanted to leave something for him on his desk.

She quietly crept in, sliding her slim frame through the ajar door and tiptoed to his desk to gently place something on it.

“The hell’re you doing?” A groggy voice startled her.

She should’ve expected the hyper-vigilant teen to wake up while she was there.

“I was—I just wanted t-to leave something here for you.” She nervously stammered.

He narrowed his sleepy eyes at her. “Give it here.”

Max slowly walked over, handing the surprise to Billy.

It slowly exchanged hands and Billy examined it closely.

“I-I know you don’t have a record player but I saw the posters in your room and I thought you’d want to—like—have something to collect. So Steve drove me to a record store to get you a vinyl.”

He stared at the Mötley Crüe vinyl for a few moments, then handed it back to Max. “Put it on my desk.” He said as he laid back down.

“Y-you don’t like it?” She frowned.

“Never said I didn’t. I’m just tired.”

Max slowly walked back over to his desk and set the vinyl down.

“Why’d you buy that for me?” He asked.

“Don’t you know what today is? It’s your—“

“I know that.” He said in a snippy voice. “I’m asking why the hell you bought me anything. You never cared before.”

“Well, last year, I tried to buy you something with my allowance and my mom said Neil would be mad if I used my money on you, so she wouldn’t take me to the mall.”

“And you said Harrington drove you? Why the hell did he do that?” Billy continued to question.

“We had a long talk about that night at the Byers and we came to a realization of how unfair we were being to you. So I—I didn’t wanna lose you forever. We don’t get along but like, we had our moments, where we’d talk to each other a little bit. Now we don’t speak at all.”

“You stabbed me with a needle.”

“You were gonna kill Steve if I didn’t stop you.” Max sighed. “I’m sorry, okay?”

“You don’t need to be. But whatever, guess I’m sorry too.”

Max smiled. “I’ll let you sleep. Happy birthday.”

She closed the door behind her upon exiting and went back to her bed.

It was nearly 11AM when Max woke up again. Neil and Susan were already at work. Susan left a note behind with instructions for heating up lunch.

This year, there was no school on Billy’s birthday, so Max decided to heat up the lunch for both of them.

She set down two plates just in time, as she heard Billy resurfacing from his room.

He stepped through the quiet house and stopped by the table, glaring at Max.

“Nobody’s home?”

“No. Mom left lunch for us, so I heated it up.”

Billy looked down at the chicken Parmesan. Susan normally only made it for holidays, but Easter wasn’t until Sunday.

Max figured it was Susan’s subtle way of giving Billy a little something special for his birthday.

“There were some breadsticks too.” Max mentioned, grabbing them out of the toaster oven. “I put some of that garlic and herb stuff on them because I remembered that you like it.”

Billy glared at Max as she started eating.

“What?” She asked with her mouth half full.

Billy shrugged and rolled his eyes. “Nothin’. Forget it.”

They ate in complete silence. Billy finished first and got up from the table without a word.

Max didn’t expect much conversation from Billy, but he wasn’t as unpleasant as he could’ve been, so it was fine.

She washed the dishes and sat back down at the table reading a magazine when Billy returned once more with his jacket on.

“C’mon.”

“Where’re we going?”

“Somewhere. I can’t leave you here by yourself. Susan and dad would bitch about it.”

Max grabbed her jacket and slipped on some shoes, then followed Billy to his car.

The drive was brief and they stopped at the quarry.

To Max’s surprise, Billy invited her to sit on the hood of his car. He offered her a soda and cracked open a beer for himself.

They clinked their cans together and drank as they quietly watched the early afternoon scenery.

“It’s surprisingly warm today.” Max initiated small talk.

“I think the groundhog saw its shadow—or didn’t see its shadow—or whichever meant a late winter.”

“It’s…when he sees his shadow.” She paused. “I think.”

Billy snorted. “Why are we listening to a big ass rodent about the weather anyway?”

Max softly giggled. “Tradition, I guess.”

“Yeah, well, it’s stupid.” He mumbled in response as he brought the beer can to his lips.

Silence returned again, and Billy glanced over at Max.

“So y’said Harrington drove you to the record store. That’s like…across town.”

“I wasn’t alone with him, if that’s what you’re worried about. Dustin and Lucas went too.”

Billy quickly responded with a scoff. “What’s so great about Harrington anyway? You defended him over me that night—“

“Is that what made you so upset?”

“No. But you defended him and I’m asking about it.”

“Well, he’s really nice. He looks after all my friends, everyone around town knows him and his family—“

“So he’s just the opposite of me.”

“W—I—I mean, you’re nice sometimes. You’ve been nice to me 4 times and I remember them all.”

Billy shrugged. “Yeah. Anyway, thanks for the gift, shitbird.”

“You better get me something nice for my birthday too!”

“When is it again? April…may…tember…”

“July.” She snapped.

Billy laughed. “I know when your birthday is, don’t be such a baby.”

“I’m not.” She fired back. “You’re just a jerk.”

“And?”

Max scoffed. “You’re so lucky it’s your birthday or I’d—“

“You’d what?”

Max chugged her soda and tossed the empty can at Billy.

“You piece of shit. You’re dead!”

Max jumped off the hood of Billy’s car and ran off laughing, with Billy not too far behind.

When Billy finally caught up to Max, he chugged his beer and tossed the can at Max.

The out of breath siblings glared at one another, before their expressions softened and they began to laugh.

“Hey, d’you wanna go to the movies or something?” Max offered. “I’ll buy you popcorn.”

“And I get to pick the movie?”

Max groaned. “Fine.”

“You know I pick better movies than you do, anyway.”

“Bullshit! Your movie choices suck ass!”

The two bickered all the way back to Billy’s car. Sure, this was a nice day, but Billy couldn’t figure out why he couldn’t stop thinking about Steve Harrington driving his little sister across town to get him a gift.

‘Maybe I should thank him too…’

#billy and max #billy hargrove #max mayfield #steve harrington #harringrove #ivy.doc

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perpetuelledaydreaming · 2 years

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18 | prologue

summary: billy has always loved the sea and his mother, and yet he has always known that love wasn't for him. Now that he's older he just has his Camaro and the routine of leaving girls bed's at dawn, yet nothing prepared him for what he saw on one of his nights out.

warnings: domestic abuse, swearing, mentions of sex.

listen to: Miss Americana and the Heartbreak Prince - Taylor Swift | Family line - Conan Gray | This love - Maroon 5 (playlist here)

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Billy Hargrove had always known that love wasn’t for him.

He might’ve not known it when he was too young when he didn’t manage to perceive what kind of relationship his parents had but god, as soon as he realized it, his perception of loved seemed forever tainted.

He loved his mother, he truly did. She was always there for him, she knew about his dreams and his fears and she never judged him for them. She gave him all the love that a mother would, but even a bit more as it seemed like his father didn’t really like him.

Neil Hargrove was a harsh man, he never showed even a drop of kindness to anyone and even less to his son. He was violent beyond words and although his punches were hard on Billy’s body, his words hit him even harder. It came to a point that Billy knew what his father would say about him as if it was a poem he had to memorize for school, it usually went as: you are worthless, how could I have such an idiot kid? I’m supposed to raise this pussy? Such a waste of space.

It hurt him a lot, he would spend hours crying by his mother’s side.

He didn’t believe it could get any worse, and yet it did.

As he grew older, he didn’t hide in his room like before when the fights between his parents started. The yelling, the screaming, the broken plates, the insults, and soon the punches that ended up with him in the middle trying to defend his mother against his father.

Not that he could do much at ten.

It wasn’t long before the only place where he felt safe wasn’t at home but on the ocean. He loved the sounds of the waves crashing against the sand, he loved the warm summer breeze that cooled off his cheeks and nose when he came to breathe from the water. Soon, his mother got him a surfboard and he couldn’t have been happier. He was so good at it, that his mother and others called him a natural. He could spend hours surfing without a care in the world, he liked how his golden curls soaked with the seawater and feeling like he was all alone as he was draped on his surfboard while resting.

And then his mother left him.

Billy didn’t surf again after that, it hurt too much. He asked her for so long if she was going to come back for him and yet although she had assured her that she would with a trembling voice, it never happened.

He has left with his dad.

He never went surfing again.

After that, something changed in Billy.

He remembered his first report cards, they described him as an extroverted and smart kid, who was kind to his classmates but soon the report cards turned into warnings of his violent tendencies and the multiple fights he got on with classmates of him over the smallest disagreement. People started to fear him at school and soon was known for starting and ending fights.

Then, his father married Susan Mayfield who later turned into Susan Hargrove. She was a beautiful, feminine, and most importantly a quiet woman, who obeyed his father and would stay quiet, unlike his mother. She also had a kid that was the opposite of herself. Max was a tomboy and she didn’t like anything that normal girls would like, she was never quiet and had a lot of opinions. If Billy was being honest, he saw a lot of him in Max.

Nonetheless, Billy’s distrustful demeanor didn’t allow him and Max to get along a lot of the time at first, although sometimes they did and Billy actually felt okay?

It started small, with Billy watching Halloween and Max joining in. Billy taught Max how to ride a skateboard that he was already getting bored as he thought about the car he wanted to buy when he turned sixteen. Billy then taught her how to actually fight. And the moments whenever Billy’s dad beat him, Max stood up for him and tried to protect him since Neil never got it in him to hit Max, she offered him ice after any fight and they would sit alone without talking while listening to music.

He wouldn’t say he loved her as a sister, but he appreciated her.

Soon, after his sixteen birthday, his favorite place became his Camaro. He had worked almost every day since he was fourteen to save enough money to afford it and he spend every day in that car. A deep part inside of him knew that his car reminded him of surfing and the ocean. The waves crashing against the sand were replaced by the engine of his car, the warm summer breeze could also be felt if he pulled all of his windows down and he was an actually good driver although he could be a little reckless.

Most importantly, his appearance plus the car allowed him to get some interesting attention from girls.

He didn’t realize it probably until he started High School, how people would watch him arrive at his cars, how girls would stare at him and how her cheeks would be tainted pink if he got too close to them and soon Billy had his first kiss. Honestly, it was mostly a stolen one by Sharon Carter, who had grabbed Billy by the neck and put her tongue down his throat.

He didn’t particularly enjoy it but with time everything got better.

Soon, Billy realized that if he didn’t enjoy his life and if his home was hell, he decided to take pleasure where he may find it since it was so scarce for him. He started to have fun with girls, multiple girls, but if he was being honest he was pretty picky on who he decided to go out with. Some called Billy a slut and he got the reputation because it did precede him since he was no one’s boyfriend but still, he didn’t particularly enjoy it and he really thought he had a certain code of honor.

He always was pretty clear about what he wanted, which was to mess around and have sex. He always was clear on what he wanted and what he was willing to give. So, he’d enjoyed the company of girls and enjoyed it well but as soon as he started to notice or feel like they were getting too close, too familiar, and have that glimmer in their eyes that only meant one thing, Billy would drop them and run away.

He did it in California, and he did it in Hawkins.

Nonetheless, with Summer over, Tommy and Carol had been all over Billy talking about how he probably should get a Queen otherwise his popularity would decline. He didn’t understand that if he was being honest, he believed that he was still on top but they gave him multiple reasons, such as the fear of the school wasn’t enough, that if he played with too many girls he would become an asshole and that if he wanted to graduate being Hawkin’s King, he should at least meet one girl to go to the major events and become the ‘it couple’.

Billy really thought it was mostly bullshit that Carol had seen in a movie or a magazine but it made him wonder. Billy didn’t ever feel like he was worth something outside the halls of the school and if he lost that, although he didn’t even enjoy being King that much, what worth would he have?

Those were the thoughts that were plaguing him as he drove in the early hours of the morning after leaving the house of his latest fling. He didn’t get too much sleep after the fact or when Tina started to cry once he told her he was done. Honestly, Billy just wanted to cease his thoughts about everything as he drove slowly on the foggy street outside of the suburbs with no end.

And then he heard the roar of an engine that snapped him wide awake.

He turned to his right to see someone.

On a motorcycle.

Not any motorcycle but a fucking Yamaha Vmax.

Billy squinted his eyes and then they opened wide as plates as they saw their legs, or her legs, the short skirt was riled up by the way she was leaning on her bike as she upped the speed.

He didn’t understand if she was going so fast because of the fun of it or because she was actually running away from something. He understood the thrill of going fast in his own car but the way she was driving was right down insane, he was aware that if Hopper caught someone going on the road like that they would be detained as soon as possible, and yet she didn’t seem to care.

And something lighted up in Billy.

A thrill, a desire, something just made him throw his caution out the window.

Without missing a beat, Billy hit his pedals, and off he went behind you.

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eds-gryff · 1 year

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Letters and Lust

Edmund Pevensie x Reader

Requested by @potatosdragon (hope it’s to your liking!)

‘Hi again,

I really liked the writing you made with my idea, and I just thought of another one and had to send it to you.

So it's Edmund Pevensie again

And the reader has been sent to a boarding school so the writing would be letters sent between the reader and ed. Maybe he sends her a scandalous one and the teachers find it.

It might be a bit vague so I would totally understand if you don't want to write it but I just needed to see if you would.

Thank you so much’

Y/N- Your Name

L/N- Last Name

Y/H- Your Hometown/Home-Country

Y/n/N- Your Nickname

There is no mention of Narnia, so the fic can either be taken as taking place in a non-Narnia world, or just that the sex and the letters are more important than ruminating on the left-behind fantasy world 🤷‍♀️

Warning : smut, explicit language, charming-and-sweet-boyfriend!Edmund

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Mareafe Academy

6th September, 1944

Dearest Edmund,

I have literally just sat down on the bed in my dormitory, and the FIRST thing I did was pull out a piece of paper and a pen so I could write to you. And, alright, perhaps I also arranged my novels in the little bedside table I have.

I’m early, and my dorm-mates haven’t arrived yet, so I can write in peace and solitude, too- shucks, I won’t be having much of that anymore, will I? It hasn’t even been twenty minutes in the boarding school yet, but I already really miss day school. However DO you manage at boarding school??? And you’ve been studying at one since you were eleven!

I miss you, Ed. I miss your freckles. I miss you holding my hand. I miss zoning out of the conversation when you talk about chess. I miss you not even realising that I’ve zoned out.

I wish my parents weren’t going away to Y/H for the rest of the year- yes, I will miss them, too- and I wish that St. Finbar’s had a vacancy so I could have attended then, because I would have been close to you throughout the year then. I really thought that’s how it would happen- that once school started again, you’d be going to Hendon, and I’d be going to St. Finbar’s, and we’d be close-by, like always. I mean, the last couple of years, we were together all the time, because the war had closed the schools down.

I love you. Chess-obsessed idiot you are, but I love you so much. Alright, you’re not an idiot, you’re the smartest person I know, but still. Your cheeks get so red when I call you an idiot.

I have to go, I can hear footsteps coming to this room. You know what that means- people. Ugh. I do not like people.

I’ll post this when I get time, and you BEST write me back as soon as possible! Bye-bye, darling.

Love, Y/N

Y/N stared at the letter after she capped her pen, and continued staring at it even as the noise of chattering and laughter filled the room.

She finally stopped staring once one of the girls approached the bed she was sitting on, with a welcoming smile- probably one of the old students- and she put down the letter. As she sat up and readied herself to stand up, and- regrettably- socialise, her eyes fell on the letter one last time.

‘Dearest Edmund’ were the two words she managed to read, and she smiled to herself.

The day after that, Y/N hurried to the telephone room during the break, after the classes of the day and before the prep-time of the evening. Her hurrying was because the monitor of her form had come by her solitary armchair, where she’d been reading the newest Nancy Drew, and informed her that her mother was calling.

“Hello, M-?”

“Don’t finish the word, darling, I’m not your Mum.” Came the lovely voice of her even lovelier boyfriend, Edmund Pevensie. “Did I get the routine right? It’s your break now, yeah?”

“Yes- it is-” Y/N had sent him her class-routine along with the letter, “but- I thought- the monitor said that-”

“Oh, I just put Susan on the telephone for that.” He chuckled. “She sounds very much like a priggish old lady.”

Y/N snorted, after which he continued, sounding a bit nervous, “Wasn’t sure how receptive a teacher or monitor would be to a young man calling and asking for the prettiest person in school.”

Her cheeks were already scarlet, “Ed, you haven’t even seen the others in the school.”

“And I don’t need to.”

“You charmer, you.” Y/N spoke, toying the telephone wire around her fingers. Then her voice softened, dropping to a whisper, “I love you.”

“I love you, too.” His voice softened, as well, and she could imagine the tenderness in his chocolate brown perfectly. “I miss you, Y/n/N.”

“Me too- and the fact that I probably won’t see you until Easter break-” her parents would be returning to Finchley then, “which is SEVEN MONTHS FROM NOW, is just torture.”

“I couldn’t agree more. The moment I’ve enough money, I’m coming up there and we’re spending the weekend at some cosy inn.”

Her blush deepened, and- oh, how she wanted to kiss him. And more. Oh, she truly wanted that inn-weekend immediately.

Still, she spoke teasingly, “I think the Headmistress might have some problems with you whisking away one of her students for the entire weekend.”

“What can educational administrators or institutions do when it comes to true love?” Edmund spoke dramatically to his girlfriend, and Y/N- giggling again- could visualise him having his hand on his heart. “Oh, I did love the birthday gift by the way, my last suspenders were hand-me-downs. But why-”

“Because-” Y/N’s voice lowered again, but it wasn’t so much as it was sultry, “I like to hold them and tug at them when I’m on top of you, and honestly, with the state the last ones were in, I was afraid they’d tear the moment I touched them.”

She glanced at the door of the tiny telephone room, just to make sure there was privacy- before turning back to the telephone.

“And- your suspenders aren’t the only thing I want to tear off you, you know.”

She heard a gulp on the other end, and then Edmund’s hoarse voice speak, “What I would give to be back to the ninth of August- and the twelfth- and the sixteenth- and the twenty-third- and the twenty-fifth- and the twenty-sixth- and the thirty-first- and the first two days of September.”

Visions of Edmund, his pale, freckled body under her, on top of her, beside her, kissing her, touching her, licking her, fucking her- made their way immediately into Y/N’s mind, and she clenched the telephone receiver tight.

They weren’t visions, they were memories, and she pushed her legs pressed together.

“I can’t believe you remember all the days.”

“I can’t believe we had less than a month of it.” He whispered back, huskily, and Y/N licked her lips. “Oh, Y/n/N-”

“If you keep calling me that, I will run back to Finchley and have-” oh, she couldn’t say the word, she didn’t know if the walls were soundproof!, “and read with you in front of your entire family.”

“Read?” Oh, she just knew that Edmund was smirking. “Read what?”

“Everything you can imagine.” Oh, she could be husky and seductive, too! “Everything you want.”

“Everything we want.” He corrected immediately, and Y/N could no longer ignore how wet she was. “I- oh, goodness gracious, I need to have a cold shower now.”

“I need to have you, but I’ll have to settle for a shower, too.” She just hoped none of her dorm-mates asked why she was having a shower at such an odd time. “I should go, prep-time is about to start. Call me earlier next time, my love.”

“Okay, will do.” Edmund promised. He’d call her all the time- it was the only way for her to be in his life for the next seven months. Well, that, and letters. Yes, letters... He could make good use of those, too. He really would miss his girlfriend terribly. “I love you, Y/n/N.”

Y/N sighed, and rested her head against the wall- wishing it was her boyfriend’s shoulder instead. As if it wasn’t bad enough that she missed her family- missed home- she had to miss the love of her life, too.

“And I love you, Edmund.”

Edmund was not at school. He was grateful for that- though, not as much as Peter or Susan were, and more than Lucy was- for he quite enjoyed the time at home, with his family. He didn’t mind school, generally, for he liked to read, and learn, and he did well in tests- but who could pick school over home?

Certainly not he.

Regardless of his gratitude for not being at school, he did regret that he was at home- because of Y/N. It was entirely unjust that she was stuck there, in some boarding school she had never been to, with her family travelling away for some urgent emergency, away from her home, whilst he was at home and with his family.

He wished he could go to her- he badly wanted to see her, be with her. Just for half a day, even. He was intending to, and had even started planning to go there for Christmas, but his parents had informed them that their grandparents were coming to stay Christmas week- which effectively poured water on his half-formed plans.

All they had now was letters. Not even telephone calls- at least for the present, for the old telephones had been removed, and new ones were being put in, and Y/N had said that she didn’t know how long it would take in her last letter. There was only one working telephone in the entire school, the Headmistress’s, and, as his dear girlfriend had said, “I don’t think she’ll be very keen to let me use it so I can hear sweet nothings from my boyfriend.”

Edmund was making the most of the letters.

Several of the ones he’d written were humorous- even if he did say so himself, droll, and loving, chronicling the things that had been happening at home and with him, as well as asking Y/N what was happening with her and showing sympathy for her ‘incarceration’ (as she put it in one of her letters) in school.

My cousin, Eustace, came over with his parents for Dad’s birthday. You’ve met him, the shrill kid with the eyebrows, and the terrible name- Eustace Clarence Scrubb? Anyway, they were to stay the entire weekend, which everyone- including them- were very annoyed about, but we all had decided to take it as much in stride as possible. But Eustace is just so annoying, and he was driving us four MAD the entire day- to show how much, even LUCY asked for him to shut up. Well, she said ‘please, be quiet, I have a headache’, but that’s ‘shut the bloody hell up!’ for her.

At any rate, he was driving us crazy. I told you he has a fixation with entomology- insects- and he brought his whole kit and collection of insects with him. Can’t part with it, apparently, since he’s observing some live specimens to note down some specifics about them that he feels the entomology books got wrong.

We (Peter and I, since Eustace is sharing our room) let those live specimens free. Freedom is extremely important, I know you agree, my darling.

In the morning, Susan- with such a smile on her face she resembled the Cheshire Cat- said that Eustace had demanded to go home, and so our aunt, uncle, and cousin were to leave for Cambridge after lunch by train.

And it’s only Saturday! HA.

It is unfair, Y/n/N, far too unfair that you’re in school, while most of the country isn’t! It should be a law that each educational institution should open and close at the exact same times, and that there should be the same number of hols- otherwise, it’s just bloody unjust. If I wasn’t already sure that I want to be a lawyer, this would have made it CERTAIN for me.

You deserve better, my love. Especially since you hate school so much. If I could swap places with you, I would. I’d look very pretty in a skirt and your school’s uniform, don’t you think?

Did you read the new Hardy Boys? The Melted Coins? Frankly, I’ve been enjoying Nancy Drew more than the last couple of Hardy Boys- is just me? I prefer mysteries related not to treasure nowadays, I feel. Buried treasure just feels far too overused.

But several were- they were not humorous and sympathetic and bibliophilic as much as they were libidinous.

Edmund wrote those letters late at night, when his brother was fast asleep and snoring. He was a night owl, thankfully- though, not as much as Y/N, whose sleeping schedule was more vampiric than human. He’d write the letters, burning the midnight oil, blush quite brilliantly at the contents of what he’d written as well as the images of his beautiful girl from that his mind came up with, and then he would go and post the letters the next morning.

Darling, you know I think a lot, but you know what I think the most about?

You. Always you. Your smile, your eyes, your eyebrows, the nose I love to kiss, the curve of your lips, and your hips. How I hold them when you take me inside you. The way your eyes flutter when I flick your nipples, how your mouth opens whenever I lick at your sex.

How incandescent you look during and after sex, on top of me or under, your body pressed hard against me. How your lips call my name, how my name sounds in your voice. We had so few moments where we could do all that- but we really made the most of it, and I’m endlessly grateful. And we’ll see each other very soon, and I SWEAR all our fantasies will be indulged.

You make me tremble, and you leave me breathless, especially when I look at your face flushed with ecstasy and when I hold you in my arms while making love. And I love you so much in those moments, as I love you in every moment I live.

I miss your tits. Your lovely, large, lovely tits. I miss how you giggled when I kissed them. I miss all of you.

Do you know I have to keep taking showers more than once every day? Every time I think of you, I just get so hard and I need to get myself off, after which I need to clean up- consequently showers.

Your last letter, about the- about the swimsuit and the swimming exhibitionism thing- I don’t think I’ve ever come so hard from getting myself off. If it’s your hands or mouth, yes, but not from my own hands.

I want that, too. You know that. I want all of that, so BADLY. Sometimes I’ll wander down some alleyways, the ones that are shortcuts, and I’ll think of pushing you against a wall and fucking you then and there. I think of you wearing those sexy knee-socks as you spread yourself on the bed. I’ll think of how bright your eyes get when I enter you, and-

Fuck, I’m hard again. Bloody hell, Y/n/N, I’ve already showered twice today! I’m going to die of a cold, at this rate.

Chocolate is my favourite taste. I adore chocolate, and I’d probably eat the floor if it was made of it. I mean, no offence to those five kids, but I should have gotten a Golden Ticket to Willy Wonka’s Chocolate Factory.

But I adore tasting you, too. I love you writhing under me, as I kiss along your thighs, and I love you pulling my hair when I finally have my tongue inside you. I adore everything about you, every single thing- but, gosh, your taste. You taste like oranges, and I drink your essence like I’ve been thirsty for centuries. I’m a rational person, easily the wisest in my family- not that that’s a difficult achievement- but you, Y/n/N, you drive me wild.

I want you to fuck me. I want you kneeling in front of me, your mouth around me, sucking me harder and faster. I want you to make me moan your name over and over and over until you unravel me completely. I want to give you hickeys everywhere. I want to be yours. I want to be inside you again. I want you.

Y/N’s replies would come the very next day, and he would lock himself in the bathroom whenever he read them.

Her replies were even more explicit and- as she had herself said in a telephone call- more unhinged than his.

Every night before I sleep, I masturbate. I close my eyes, fix my blanket, and then I touch myself. I touch myself, and I think of how you hold me. I touch myself, and I think how you kiss me. I touch myself, and I think of how you lick my breasts, how you suck at my clit. I touch myself, and my body shakes, and I think of how you fuck me. I come, somehow, my hips lifting, and I think of you and only you, my dearest.

Then I go to the bathroom to pee and wash my hands, and then, just as I’m about to fall asleep, I think of you again.

I turn, shoving my face into my pillow, and I fuck myself again, all the while wishing it was your fingers and your mouth and your cock inside me instead.

I drew you naked in class today. I spent a lot of time on your fingers. And your freckles. I really, truly, madly love your freckles. I love that I’ve kissed all of them, all over your body. Even the ones on your cock. I love them. I love you.

Was down swimming today- it’s cold weather usually, but somehow it was pretty warm today. I was really glad, and the MOMENT we finished breakfast, I ran to get my swimsuit and went to the pool. I mean, I didn’t run, I definitely never run, but I did walk very fast.

So I went to the pool, wearing my swimsuit and a bathrobe over it, and as I was taking it off, I wished you were there. I wanted you to watch me. I wanted to take off my robe, and my swimsuit, and I wanted you to see me, your pretty eyes going dark as I get naked. And I wanted you to take off whatever you were wearing, too- hopefully suspenders. I love you wearing suspenders, and I love to drag them off you. Obviously, I’d be watching you as well, because how can I ever NOT look at you?

And then I wanted to make love with you then and there. Outside, in public, uncaring of whether anyone could see. I still want it.

Writing this down, I’m throbbing again. I can smell how wet I am, goodness.

I might kill someone if I don’t get you inside my cunt right NOW.

P.S. (adding this in the morning), I didn’t kill anyone. A lot of people at school make me murderous, but I’ve had self-control so far.

I have, however, put a photograph of myself in this letter, one that I’m sure you’ll like. I’m not as adept a photographer as you- you know how much I fidget- but, again, I think you’ll like it. And I hope, love, that you’ll send me one in reply, too- only if you want to.

I love you. And enjoy my tits. Let me know what effect they have on you.

“Post’s here early!” One of Y/N’s classmates called out- she had just stood up to leave the Dining Hall, and had seen the postman walk across the doorway at the far end of it. “Oh, hope Mum got me the hair-band I fancied!”

As her friend pulled her down to the seat, teasing her in whispers that she needed a few dozen hair-bands to keep her flyaway hair in control, Y/N stood up.

She never ate much in the mornings, anyway- if it wasn’t compulsory, she would absolutely have skipped breakfast every day, waking up exactly six minutes before classes started. And now that mail was here early, she would go and see if she had letters- she usually had one from Edmund every other day, and one from her family every week, as well as occasional letters from some other friends she had left behind. There were, though, also many days that she did not have letters.

Today was not one of those days.

Recognising Edmund’s signature on the back of the envelope, Y/N snatched it from the tray of letters, and grinned hugely. She grinned so widely, in fact, that a group of first-formers heading her way saw her and ran away in the opposite direction.

She usually opened letters from her darling boyfriend in private, since their letters were private, and- more often than not- intimate. Today, though, she lacked the patience and ripped it open as soon as she reached the- thankfully empty, since most of the school was still at breakfast- entrance hall of Mareafe Academy.

Her fingers felt the texture of the letter’s paper- but along with it, they felt a much smoother, cooler surface. She pulled both out immediately- she was a curious creature, and then Y/N almost dropped the envelope.

She wasn’t just curious. She was forgetful as well, and she’d forgotten what she’d sent along with her last letter. And that she’d added a request, of sorts, for a similar response.

And she had got it.

It was a photograph of Edmund. He’d clearly taken it himself, from the angle- and another, far more clearer thing, was that he was naked. He was utterly, completely naked, from head to thigh- that was as much was there in the picture. Oh, and his thighs- what lay in between them- Y/N licked her lips.

Almost immediately, she bit her bottom lip to keep from accidentally moaning, and then Y/N hurried to the staircase that led up to the dormitories to sit down on the fifth step. Setting down the letter and the envelope on the sixth step- yes, yes, she would read it in a second, she desperately wanted to read what Edmund wrote, but she just needed to admire the gorgeous being that the love of her life was- she looked at the photograph even longer. Her eyes danced around to his pale and lithe form, to the flat of his abs that she’d press her palms against sometimes, to different spots of him she’d sucked, to all the starry freckles she had kissed, to his lovely lips that gave her kisses that brought her both calm and passion, and to all the parts of him that she adored.

She would absolutely be missing her first class, so she could take advantage of an empty dormitory- she would look at the photograph, and then she would mas-

“Child, is this yours?” Came a voice- and then, immediately, a hand bent down to pick up the letter and the envelope carelessly left on the stair.

Y/N turned, in panic and horror and so many other unpleasant, cardiac-arrest-reminiscent symptoms- but the damage was done. The form-mistress for the first form, as well as the House-Mistress for the school House she was in, Ms. Potts, had her hands on her letter.

And her eyes were on the letter- growing wider and wider and wider and wider with every passing second.

“What,” Ms. Potts said, her lips pursed so tightly together they seemed conjoined, and her fair cheeks turning a blotchy red, “is this abhorrent, shocking, and vile thing sent to you?”

Oh, Heavens. Had Edmund written about how much he liked to have her sit stop his face? Or perhaps some details about how she sucked his cock.

Y/N did not say anything, because she felt petrified. Mortified. She had wished for death before, but she didn’t think she’d ever wished it quite so keenly and desperately. She’d take anything! Couldn’t those air raids start again!? Just for the day?!

There used to be a chandelier in the entrance hall- it had been removed as the war had begun. She wished it was still there, so it could fall on her.

Ms. Potts shook in rage for a few more moments, apparently as unable as Y/N was of coherent speak- before spotting something in the student’s hand.

“What is that?” She asked, her gaze fixed on the photograph of Edmund. “Was that with his letter?”

“No.” The lie was immediate, and convincing. Talking, she was not very good at, but lie she could very well. “It’s a photograph of- of the tulip-bushes at our house in Finchley, ma’am. My parents asked a neighbour with green thumbs to look after the bushes, so they’ve bloomed again despite the house being empty-”

“Is that so?” The teacher cut off the narration, looking unimpressed. At least the splotches of red were lessening now, Y/N thought. “Let me see it, then, give it-”

“No!” Oh, she could have her letter, but she would not give away a photograph of Edmund naked! He’d trusted her with it, and she would DIE before letting a stranger see it. No one ever deserved to have their personal anecdotes or their personal photographs or documents be circulated to or by those who were never intended to see them. “Sorry, Ms. Potts, but it’s my photograph.”

“Hm, of course. Privacy is important.” Ms. Potts nodded, seemingly backing down. “But so is decency, Ms. L/N, and the things written in this letter-”

“I haven’t read the letter, ma’am.” Y/N said, because what else could she say? She didn’t know! She still felt like she was having a heart attack, and she was anxious about whether the hospital- oh, anxiety. She felt anxiety, and if Ms. Potts didn’t give her back her belongings, she may devolve into a full-blown panic attack. “I don’t know what it says. I’m not even sure whom it’s from-”

“Says it is from ‘your devoted and dearest Edmund’.” Her lip curled, and Y/N couldn’t be sure if that was a hint of humour or hatred. She could be sure, though, that she wanted the floor to open up and swallow her whole. Or at least transport her to somewhere far, far away, somewhere that was preferably known as ’Edmund’s arms’. “I thought such adoring signatures died out after the Georgian era.”

“I always thought that such signatures existed only in books.” The girl gave a shrug- not a nonchalant one, though that was the effect she was trying to convey. “Maybe- maybe that’s what this is, Ms. Potts, someone having transcribed a letter from a novel and sent it to me-”

“Admirable attempt at lying, L/N, but the lie only makes things worse. Mareafe Academy does not condone lying, cheating, or-” Ms. Potts looked down at the letter again, and the splotches reappeared, “such disgusting sentiments being written to the young women of tomorrow!”

“Oh, but- but, Ms. Potts-”

Why wasn’t there a dragon here? Either she could ride away on it, or it could eat her. Either way, her problem would be solved

Oh, she so hated to exist in a world of reality.

“And, according to devoted and dearest Edmund,” The teacher’s voice dripped with sarcasm, and it didn’t sound nearly as attractive as Edmund’s sarcasm did, “you were the one who asked to be sent such uncouth correspondence.”

Well, what was she to do now? Throw Edmund under the bus and keep him safe, or tell the truth and secure expulsion?

She couldn’t do either of that. She would protect Edmund and she would make sure her parents did not have to feel the shame of a child expelled from school.

What excuse could she give...

“I’m a writer.” Y/N said suddenly, before glancing down at the letter again- as soon as Ms. Potts lost focus on it, she’d grab it back. “I asked a friend of mine to help me with certain- salacious parts of the novel I’m working.”

Ms. Potts gave her a look, “Are you planning to become the female D. H. Lawrence, Ms. L/N? Need I remind you, most of his books were banned because of their- their inappropriate content.”

“And now he’s one of the most famous writers of the century.” Y/N pointed out. “I- I think that counts as a win.”

Ms. Potts rolled her eyes, “Would you like me to take this letter to the Headmistress? Perhaps she’ll motivate you with suspension to show her the photograph-”

“No!” She burst out again, shifting her weight from one leg to another, that was how nervous she was. She kept teetering-tottering. Edmund’s photograph would ensure expulsion.

Oh, why was this happening!? Wasn’t it bad enough that she’d had to wake up early for breakfast- even earlier than usual, because her dorm-mate had pulled the curtains back to let in the rare sunshine!? Waking up was awful enough!

“No- please, Ms. Potts, I don’t- I’m so- I’m sorry. I- promise that- that I won’t ask for such-” loving, “vile letters anymore. Please, I’m so very sorry, ma’am-”

“Alright, child. Calm yourself.” She sighed. Generally, she would have taken the student and the letter to the Headmistress, for its contents were that questionable- but she had a soft heart when she hadn’t had her morning coffee. And- well, she knew the girl was having a hard time with her parents so far away, and- and, between the inappropriate things, she could read the love that seeped out from every word. Edmund truly loved Y/N, despite the disgusting things he did to her and she did to him. “No supper for you for the rest of the week, L/N. Your suppertime will be devoted to extra prep time, and you’ll have two slices of toast and a glass of water before you head to bed.”

“Okay.”

At least it wasn’t expulsion- and she’d just spend the prep time daydreaming about Edmund. About the food, though- she usually was very hungry at dinner, but she’d have to make do.

“Thank you so much, ma’am- and, again, I- I am so- so sorry.”

“Hmph.” She made a sound to acknowledge the apology, and then held out the letter. “I’ll be reading the rest of your letters from this Edmund from now on.”

She nodded quickly.

“Now go put it somewhere private, I will come check in five-” after she had her coffee, “and for the Lord’s sake, get to class on time!”

She nodded again, grabbing the letter and the envelope, before running straight to her thankfully empty dormitory.

She had intended on locking the door, undressing- at least part-way- and then fingering herself until she came, while looking at Edmund’s photograph and/or reading his letter.

Y/N still wanted to do that, she thought, as she sank onto her bed. She wanted to do it even more, in fact, because now she had his letter, and she was reading all the beautifully dirty things Edmund wanted her to do to him or wanted to do to her- but she would refrain. Her sex was throbbing and her mouth was dry, but Ms. Potts would be up any second, and if she walked in on her masturbating- well, there would be no hope for her at ALL then.

For once, she would have self-control when it came to Edmund.

“Oh, darling.” She said, falling back on the bed and letting out a very long sigh. She wanted to go back to sleep. “Our fucking has fucked things up.”

Two months later:

“Yes, fuck, ah-ah, yes-” Y/N moaned, one of her hands gripping the bark of the tree she was pressed up against, while the other fisted itself firmly into Edmund’s hair, pushing his head further between her thighs.

They were in a clearing in the woods behind school- not too far in that they’d get lost, and yet not too near the entrance that they’d be seen by someone from her school. It was parents’ weekend- and, in place of her parents, Edmund had come to visit. Ms. Potts had enquired if she would be alone the weekend, and Y/N had lied that her uncle and aunt would be coming to take her for the two days- and the moment that Ms. Potts had turned around, she’d grabbed her little case and run outside. Thankfully, in all the crowd of cars and people outside the school, no one had noticed that the person she was hugging was a boy her own age, or that the hug was decidedly not platonic.

After they’d escaped the school, Y/N had said something that they couldn’t enjoy themselves in a pool- sand then Edmund had completed her sentence by saying that at least they could have some pretty good fun in the woods.

Edmund had taken up a paper route the last few months, and had done some odd jobs around the neighbourhood- and Y/N had made some money by tutoring some first-years, too. She’d begun the tutoring as a way to lessen Potts’s suspicion- but it had had a monetary advantage, too. Pooling their money together, they’d managed to afford one night at a nearby bed-and-breakfast, and they had both been so excited, Edmund had got on the wrong train- he��d realised just before it had started- and Y/N had buttered her hair, instead of her toast.

Edmund dug his fingers into her leg that was thrown over his shoulders, his tongue licking a path along her sex, and he felt a deep tightening in the pit of his stomach. He was already pleasured and sated- the moment he had arrived at the school gate, and had seen her run towards him, after which she’d thrown her arms around him, he’d been utterly content. He was even more so now. He had missed her so much.

He reached up blindly- but he was so familiar with her body, that he found her bare breast at the first try, cupping it hard as he began to suck at her clit.

“Come on, Y/n/N. Say my name.” Edmund grinned wolfishly, as a muffled sigh left her lips. “Moan if you missed me, darling.”

And she did.

This was exactly- exactly- what she needed. What both of them did. What they’d needed and wanted for so long. How utterly she had missed him.

And, considering that they’d only had sex for about ten days back in August, it was truly astonishing how well he knew her body. He really was a fast learner.

He knew it so well that she just could not keep her mouth shut, though she knew she couldn’t be too loud, “Fuck, Edmund-”

Then his fingers joined, too, inching closer to her clit, making her gasp and shiver and doubling the building ecstasy.

Needless to say, it took hardly a couple of minutes for Y/N to reach her zenith, her body relaxing as she came.

“No, no, no.” She said, a moment after her breathing eased- Edmund was looking around for their long-discarded shirts, his suspenders (which looked even sexier than usual, perhaps because she was seeing him for the first time in months), and her skirt.

Her boyfriend looked at her inquiringly- good Heavens, he was licking his lips, she might orgasm just looking at that.

She pulled her knickers up and debated on putting on her bra- she was trying to wear them more often, despite how much she disliked them, because she’d heard a sixth-former whisper in the pool that wearing bras helped with back pain.

And she had a lot of back pain.

But she decided against it. A few more minutes wouldn’t make her back hurt even more.

“Come a little closer?”

Edmund obeyed, but still looked blank. He was perfectly content to just look at her- after months of just letters, most of which had been censored and sanitised after a point- he just wanted to gaze at her.

“Why, Y/n/N?” He asked, and was answered by Y/N kneeling, pulling his trousers down, and wrapping her mouth around him in one fluid moment. He started violently, quite staggered by the action, and drew a sharp gasp of a breath. “G-give a fellow some warning, darling.”

“As though you didn’t know-” She pulled away from his cock for just a moment to smile at him- going down on her had hardened him, which meant he was already close, “that I wouldn’t let you go without returning the favour. It’s been too long, love.”

“I- forgot.” His lashes fluttered, his breath coming in short bursts as she started to take him in her mouth again, her head bobbing up and down between his legs. “S- ach, Y/n/N-” she sped up the work of her tongue- harder, faster- and he had to bite down on his bottom lip to hold back a moan, “silly me.”

She sucked for a few, slow moments- not enough to make him come, but enough to make him tremble and moan her name- and she could feel herself throb again, because it wasn’t inside her mouth that she needed him.

But she’d contentedly settle for this for the moment- it was Edmund, she liked doing almost everything with him.

Carefully, she pulled her mouth away from him- and asked softly, “Do you like this, my love? Do you like my mouth around you, as I kneel for you? As I put my tongue on your cock?”

Before he could reply, she bent forward again and trailed her lips all over his length, sometimes darting her tongue out to lick a freckle or sensitive spot- and then began to suck once more.

Minutes later, as the birds chirped in the trees, they lay on the warm grass. They held hands as Edmund slid inside Y/N, into the togetherness and oneness they’d had too little of and they had missed for months.

The sun scattered through the canopy of trees, falling onto their bodies, which flushed and naked and tight together. Their lips were pressed together, too.

And when they came together, they whispered both I love you and I missed you.

After that, lying naked on the warm grass and in each other’s arms, they made fun of other people- specifically, teachers- and teased each other- both verbal and sexual, and bantered, all interspersed with a lot of kissing. There was a small picnic basket lying a few feet from them, as well.

It was going to be an amazing weekend.

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Thank you for reading!

And requests are CLOSED. I have end semester exams in a week, and what have I been doing? Nothing that will help me pass and everything that will make me fail!

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hwadam-stories · 2 months

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⊹ PHANTOM PAINS ⊹ PILOT EPISODE

(black!fem!) mea harper!reader x ceo boss!dhan tae-oh

ᴍɪɴᴏʀꜱ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛ

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⊹ CW: long post, emotional cheating, unrequited love, depression, fluff, drama, etc.

⊹ SYNOPSIS: Celebrating his niece's birthday at a restaurant, Dhan recognizes you from across the room as his past lover from five hundred years ago and is determined to stop at nothing to be with you again.

⊹ A/N: this is my first serious fanfic, feedback on this pilot (comments, messages & reblogs only!) will help me consider continuing it with motivation. Canon divergent / somewhat canon compliant to the MEA CULPA (2024) film by Tyler Perry with some crossover aspects thrown in. I hope you enjoy!

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"Does Your Majesty wish to meet again in our next lives?" You asked, wrapping your arms around him.

"Of course, were you considering abandoning me?" Dhan replied, chuckling.

"Okay then, when the time comes, I'll be your master once more." You promised. "Your love. Your pain. Even your very last breath, please give them all to me."

"They are all yours, y/n."

⊹ ⊹ ⊹ ⊹ ⊹ ⊹ ⊹

There was a time when those words meant everything to him.

A time when finding you meant everything to him.

But after his fifth life, Dhan had given up on his search and the phantom pains have haunted him ever since.

It was a pain that wasn't his, a pain that never faltered in reminding him of his failure despite the many times you two were reincarnated throughout the last five hundred years.

Your souls were connected after all and even though this pain has brought him a great deal of misery, part of him hoped you weren't feeling anything.

Presumably, because he was always reincarnated as a man, he assumed you would be reincarnated as a woman but other than that, he never really had any concrete way of finding you. It was safe to assume that since his ethnicity changed, yours did too.

Not that he particularly cared what race you were now, all that mattered was that he was reunited with you. But that promise has become nothing but a fleeting dream. A delusion Dhan couldn't completely let go of because this pain meant that you were alive, somewhere out there. Hopefully looking for him too.

In every lifetime after the first one, he always accumulated a great deal of wealth somewhere in his mid to late twenties under the name of Dan.

In this era, he was Dhan Tae-Oh, the boss of a CEO corporation in Korea and came from a long line of gangsters that reinforced the values of family and business to a rather high degree.

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Tonight, he was celebrating his niece's 9th birthday and his sister-in-law's most recent promotion in the fashion industry.

His younger brother, Charles Kang, arranged everything at the finest Italian restaurant in all of Chicago, Illinois, called up Dhan three days before and here they all were.

"You know, we got lucky tonight." Charles set aside his fork and knife for a sip of wine.

"I initially planned to invite more people for Abby's dinner party but a larger group had already reserved a bigger table and I snagged us the only one they had left."

Now that Dhan gave it a second thought, Piccolo Sogno was unusually packed tonight and much busier than he had initially anticipated.

Even looking over his shoulder he could still see the glimpse of the same crowd he passed through, still waiting in line outside.

His assistant, Seon-woo, mentioned something about a on the rise celebrity artist being one of its more known customers over the last couple of years. No one Dhan had really heard of or cared to for that matter.

"Their celebrating their mum's birthday, I heard." Susan remarked, her posh accent gleaming through. She looked past her husband and over her shoulder, seeing the large the table behind them.

There were about five people and that one particular redheaded woman must've been the birthday mom. "Surely Abby won't mind sharing her special day when two cakes come out." Susan teased.

"You got me a cake?!" Abby gasped, beaming with a smile. "Is it a big one?"

"You can only have two slices, young lady." Susan tenderly pinched her daughter's cheek. "The last thing we need is you bouncin' off the walls at 2 o'clock in the mornin' on a school night."

Abby pouted and brought those puppy eyes straight to her uncle.

Dhan stifled a laugh, hiding that cheeky smile behind a half closed fist. "I'm sorry Abby, not even that can convince me to break your parents rules but I'll make it up to you when dessert arrives, I promise."

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Dessert was served in the form of a double stacked white and pink frosted cake decorated with strawberries and red icing for the words "Happy 9th birthday, Abigail!"

Candles were blown and nine year old Abigail Kang became tonight's birthday girl that the staff (and some nearby tables) sang to. Pictures were taken and there were smiles all around.

The gift that Dhan purchased was a reasonably expensive one but not something he would ever think to showboat about. He simply had some connections here and there and thought to put them to good use for the short time he was going to be in Chicago.

"All fourteen of Taylor Swift's albums!?" Abby squealed, wrapping her arms around her Uncle Dhan and squeezing him tight. "I love it! I love it! I love it!"

Dhan laughed nervously, patting her head and squeezing her shoulder tenderly. "Your arms squishing my insides make that explicitly clear."

Everything was going great. Dhan was feeling great.

That is, until things weren't great anymore.

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Dhan suddenly gripped the edge of the table to stop himself from keeling over on the floor of the restaurant.

His chest became uncomfortably tight and his head began throbbed with a splitting sensation.

The phantom pain had returned.

For the sake not wanting to make a scene or ruin what was already a perfect night, Dhan got his breathing under control, keeping some stoicism to his face to not alarm anyone.

The tightness in his chest seemed to lessen but the throbbing in his head wasn't going anywhere.

"Pumpkin, why don't me and you freshen up in the girls' room and leave the boys here, yeah?" As if on cue, Susan took her daughter by the hand and headed straight for the bathroom.

"Dhan." Charles sighed, addressing him in a somber tone of their birth language. Entirely oblivious to what his brother suffering with. "I know we haven't always seen eye to eye but I'm really glad you could make it tonight."

He listened to his brother -- or at least tried to.

The words were being drowned out by a sudden ringing in his ears, leaving him momentarily stunned that it almost felt like the world around him was going to spin.

But he wasn't feeling nauseous from the alcohol or a sudden fever. It felt more like ... resentment.

It put a bitter taste in his mouth and made him clench his fist at the end of the table until his knuckles went white.

His brother hadn't done anything wrong and yet Dhan was being swallowed whole by the sensation, not knowing where to place it.

It's just ... if his brother wasn't the problem, then who?

"Oh look! Her Majesty, The Queen has finally arrived." A woman's voice cackled in the air.

She was an older looking caucasian woman with red curly hair and wine red lipstick, belonging to the group that booked a table for a total of nine and judging by what the already opened and nearly empty wine bottle, she must've had a bit too much to drink.

That's when he saw you approach the table.

It was you. It was really you.

His soulmate.

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"Don't worry son, your second wife will be on time." Azalia, your mother-in-law cackled, caressing the cheek of Kal, your husband.

His awkward shuffle of a smile made it crystal clear that whatever came out of her mouth tonight, he wasn't going to come to your defense anytime soon.

What can you expect from a man that holds his disrespectful mother over your marriage of three years?

What's worse is that Azalia had the nerve to invite the one woman she favored more.

Your husband's childhood friend, Jenna.

The same childhood friend that had become the topic of your marriage counseling session that your husband Kal had ditched midway through for this dinner party.

A session that you had to finish by yourself, making you the one who arrived late.

Jenna was a tall, light skinned woman with dark curly hair and a bright red dress with a V neck to show off a window of cleavage and a shortened skirt to show off her toned and slender legs.

And to add salt to fucking wound -- Azalia made sure Jenna sat next to your husband while you sat at the end of the table with your only friend and sister-in-law, Charlise.

"I'm sure you won't mind, y/n. You and Charlise probably wanna talk anyway."'

You looked at Kal, searching his gaze for something, any sign of him speaking up to his mother but to your utter disappointment he just let it happen.

You can only push down the intense feeling of resentment and agitation with a passive aggressive smile, taking your seat at the far end with Charlise.

This was going to be a long dinner to get through.

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Apart from a brief exchange of words from your brother-in-law, Ray Hawthorne, and the couple sitting across from you, Charlise was the only saving grace at this table and frankly the only reason you kept it together as long as you did.

As much as you wanted to tear off that terrible red wig and burn it, you tuned out your mother-in-law whenever she made any more chide remarks about you.

Not much of a point in ignoring your husband, he was too focused on Jenna and giving Azalia one of the most expensive birthday gifts you had ever seen.

A silver and gold watch that you knew your unemployed husband didn't have the money for.

"Happy birthday mom, from me and y/n."

You scoffed in utter disbelief and stood up from your seat, grabbing your purse. "If you'll excuse me, I think I need some fresh air."

"Oh, well you take your time. We're doing fine here." Azalia insisted, smiling from ear to ear.

Kal was on the verge of getting out of his seat, expressing concern. "I can come with you babe--"

"No." You snapped coldly, barely sparing him a glance as you waved him off dismissively. "I'll be fine on my own, thank you."

Kal frowned, lowering himself back down with a defeated expression. "A-Alright, just don't stay out there too long."

You sighed into the night air, hands pressed against the metal railing while the people behind you carried on with their evening under the lit up patio roof. Glasses clanking, people laughing, wine pouring and plates clinking.

All of it was just background noise to drown out one particular thought that you couldn't run away from.

Maybe it's time to put this relationship on permanent leave.

It's not a pleasant thought. It never was. You and Kal had known each other for eight years and had been married for the last three of them. You've had your ups and downs like any other couple and got through it but this? This was too much. His mother was too much.

But that's probably what SHE wants. The sooner you're gone. The happier she'll be.

You only stuck it out this long because you genuinely loved Kal and Charlise was the anchor keeping you grounded.

As one of Chicago's most successful defense attorney's alongside your brother-in-law, you had everything and yet nothing at all with how your marriage was starting to fall apart, on top of shouldering the numerous bills since Kal lost his job as an anesthesiologist.

God, where did it all go wrong?

"Having a rough night?"

You were snapped out of your thoughts by the deep and smooth voice of a man walking up beside you. The cool night's breeze washing over you both.

He was a tall and handsome man of Korean decent. The darkness of his long hair making the crimson color of his eyes seem as though he were some beast straight out of a fairytale.

Alluring eyes that stared into you with a hint of sincerity and invitation.

You can barely hold in a chuckle, crossing one arm over the other to let your wedding ring glint in the moonlight. "That would be the understatement of tonight."

He sees this and can't hide the smirk on his face. "I don't blame you. In-laws can be infuriating like that sometimes. Especially mother-in-law's."

The restaurant wasn't exactly that big in terms of table arrangements so it makes sense one's antics would be overheard when they're standing around the biggest table in the room.

You chuckle again. The tightness in your chest starting to lighten but your smart enough to keep up you guard to shut down any potential flirting, even the harmless kind. "Can you expect anyone to act cordial on their birthday? I've been here all night without a single drink of my own and tolerating her has been exhausting."

You certainly weren't the type to open up like this to a stranger of all people but it felt good. Yes, you had your friend, Charlise, but there was something different about this man. Something oddly familiar.

"Because she's acting like a cunt towards you and only you and you feel that if you didn't step out when you did you would've tore her a new one right infront of her favorite son and the entire restaurant?" He guessed your exact feelings with a cheeky smile.

You exhale a baffled laugh.

It's like he knew exactly what you were feeling.

"Oh, so you're a mind reader now?"

He raises his right hand, jokingly. "Guilty as charged, your honor."

The both of you laugh.

"Dhan."

"Y/n."

Dhan smiled, staring longingly into your eyes. "A pleasure to meet you, y/n."

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Eventually, you were back inside the restaurant. Sitting comfortably beside Charlise and ignoring another passive aggressive comment from Azalia.

You had been gone for a solid eight, maybe ten minutes tops.

The dinner eventually ended and everyone was putting aside their plates and gathering up their coats and belongings while Ray generously secured the bill.

That's when the waiter approached with an expensive looking bottle of wine.

Ray dismissively waved his hand. "No need to send over anymore wine, sir. You can take that back, the dinner party is over."

The waiter shook his head. "I'm sorry sir this isn't for the table. I'm looking for a y/n, is there a y/n here?"

You raise your hand slightly to get the waiter's attention. "I'm y/n."

The waiter smiled at you, presenting the bottle. "Piccolo Sogno would like to formally gift you our most exclusive wine to enjoy right at home. On behalf of a generous courtesy from Mr. Tae-Oh, ma'am who wishes you a fine night. Thank you for you dining with us."

A bit stunned, you still accepted the bottle. That name alone already clued you in to who this was from.

Unaware of your husband's jealous gaze, you can't hide the smile on your lips as you read the note on the bottle.

A drink to wash away all your frustrations - Dhan.

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blushweddinggowns · 1 year

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Eddie was sulking. He had a bad day at work and his boyfriend was miles away without access to a phone.

He took a sip of his beer, lazily watching the news while bored out of his mind. Maybe subjecting himself to the horrors of the great outdoors would have been worth it after all, even with Robin’s no-sex rule.

He groaned when the phone rang, completely not in the mood to speak to anyone. But their voicemail box was broken, and on the very off chance it was Steve calling to say they were rained out, Eddie didn’t want to miss it.

He picked it up, uncaring for politeness,“Yeah?”

“Eddie? What kind of greeting is that?”

He perked up a little at the sound of Max’s voice. He could make an exception for her, “Sorry Red, crap day.”

“Sucks for you. Hey, um, is Steve there?"

“Nope, he swindled Robin into going camping with him. But he’ll be back Monday.”

"Of course he did," She sighed, voice shaky, “Just, uh, have him call me when he gets home, okay?”

Eddie frowned, alarms already ringing. She sounded weird, not just her usual trademarked annoyance, “Is everything okay down there?”

“Y-yeah. Totally fine.”

“Max, if this is some Upside Down shit-”

“It’s not! It’s…just me shit. And everyone else is gone.”

“What is me shit?” Eddie was getting a bad feeling in his stomach, “I hope you realize if something happened to you and I could have stopped it, I’ll be liable, and then Steve will be forced to kill me-”

“He would never kill you.” She laughed, weak and a little forced, “Seriously, you don’t have to worry, I’m basically fine. ”

“Well I’m not willing to test it. What’s going on?”

She took a deep breath, rallying before admitting the truth, “Ok, ok, um, my mom kinda got arrested?”

Eddie wasn’t sure what he was expecting, but it definitely wasn’t that, “When the hell did that happen?”

“About a week ago? And we, uh, kinda got evicted?”

Eddie pinched the bridge of his nose, taking a deep breath before deciding that Susan Hargrove was going on his list of least favorite people.

Max was stilling talking, rushing in a way that Eddie wasn’t used to, “A-and I know you guys are far away, and I wouldn’t ask normally, really, and if you can’t come I get it, b-but Steve said if I ever needed anything to call and Johnathan took them all to that stupid computer summer camp and Jocye and Hopper are still on their honeymoon and…I-I don’t have anywhere else to go.”

“Where the hell have you been staying?”

She hesitated again, “In my mom’s car?”

Eddie was already on his feet, looking for his keys as he reassured her, “You did the right thing by calling, okay? I’m on my way, but you’re going to my uncle’s house, understand? You’re not going to spend another night in a car.”

“But-”

"But nothing. You’re going to go there, eat, sleep in a real bed, and we’ll leave in the morning. I’ll see you soon."

She agreed without much of a fight, hanging up with a quiet thank you. Behind all of his playfulness and eccentricities, Eddie could be pretty intimidating when needed to be.

He blared music the whole way there, realizing half way through that he was pushing twenty four hours without sleeping. But there were worse things than an impromptu fifteen hour drive to Hawkins in the middle of the night, even if he could barely keep his eyes open or feel his legs by the time he got there.

It was mid-day when he pulled into Wayne’s driveway, and he was not looking forward to doing it all over again. He used his spare key, forgoing a greeting at the sight of his uncle at the kitchen table, opting to profusely thank him instead.

“Where is she?” He asked, after about the fifth round of thanks.

“Asleep,” Wayne offered, “Kid tried to stay up all night waiting for you, but she went down around nine this morning.”

Good, that was good, it would give him some much needed time to sleep. He crashed on their couch, conking out almost instantly. All too soon he was being woken back up, something tickling his face. He wrinkled his nose, swatting at whatever was touching him, but it was persistent. He groaned as light filled his vision, blinking up at the ceiling. He turned, just in time to catch Max going to poke at his cheek again.

The kid looked like shit, like she hadn’t showered or slept in a week.

“Hi,” she said quietly, giving an awkward little wave, like they weren’t inches apart.

“Hi,” Eddie tried, for once feeling completely out of his element as they stared at each other.

The boys he could deal with, they were his own personal band of nerds. Even El was easier, with her straightforward curiosity and Eddie’s penance to talk anyone’s ear off was usually a match made in Heaven, but Max…Max was Steve’s territory.

His self-proclaimed adopted sister, a step ahead of everyone in conversation, quiet but witty, careful but brave, she’d always been a bit of a mystery to Eddie. She was so selective when it came to who she trusted, with him never fully being in or out of her circle of favorites, always on the periphery by his proximity to Steve, her favorite adult.

She was picking at the couch, avoiding Eddie’s eyes when she piped up, “Your uncle’s cool.”

“I know, right?” Eddie sat up, rubbing a hand over his face to wake up faster, “What time is it?”

“Five.”

Shit. They had to leave soon if they were going to get there before Steve, “You ready?”

She nodded, “As I ever will be.”

It was short work packing, she had her skateboard, her walkman, and a single duffle bag, stuffed full. Wayne and Eddie shared a look as they stuffed it all into the back, the scene way too familiar to Eddie’s own meager belongings when he came along.

They thanked Wayne again on the way out, Max even going as far as accepting a hug, bashful but too grateful to refuse. He pulled out of the driveway, sad to say goodbye to his uncle but more than happy to see Hawkins start to disappear in his rearview. No matter how many good memories he had there, how many wonderful people he’d met, something inside of him would always hate that shit hole.

Maybe it was because all the good parts could be taken out.

He glanced over at Max, not quite sure what to say. It was never just them before. Eddie was the one to break the silence first, per usual, “How the fuck did Mike convince El to go to a three month computer camp?"

It was probably the wrong question to ask considering the circumstances, but at least it made her laugh, a real one this time, "That's what I said! God, they’re worse now than when they were dating. They take the best friend thing way too seriously. Almost as bad as Robin and Steve.”

“Hey, rude!” Eddie whined, mock offended on Steve’s behalf, “True but still rude!”

Max laughed. She was picking at a loose thread on her jacket, still smiling a little,“I’m sorry you had to come all the way out here but…thank you for doing it.”

He shrugged, “There are worse things than a nice night drive.”

“I still appreciate it.”

“So…” he trailed off, hesitating before asking what needed to be asked, “Are you going to tell me what happened?"

Max sighed as she stared out the window, like she’d just been waiting for him to say it, “She…got caught for check fraud and identity theft, apparently for a lot of money. She doesn’t even know when her trial date is yet. I thought…” she hesitated, shaking her head, “I don’t know what I thought. I wasn’t thinking. I should have known something was up when things got better out of nowhere.”

“You’re not supposed to be thinking about shit like that. You’re seventeen.”

“Almost eighteen.”

Eddie rolled his eyes,“Oh, you got me. You’re right, everyone knows you get a copy of your parent’s tax records and W-2s and take over the family finances when you come of age ”

She snorted, eyes still staring out the window, but with the smallest hint of a smile on her face.

Eddie cleared his throat, still peeking at her through the corner of his eye, “I’m sorry that uh, Steve isn’t here.”

She shook her head, “No, I’m glad it was you. Since…y’know.”

Eddie nodded, oh too aware of what she meant. Things in Hawkins had gotten pretty fucked up for Steve near the end of their time there. After Steve's parent's found out about them, things had spread pretty fast, rumors finally being confirmed as fact, courtesy of Steve’s piece of shit sperm donor. He’d let the whole world know that he didn’t have a son, paired with a big old speech about parenteral-approved gay bashing. The backlash was even worse than Eddie had expected. Apparently the only thing that town hated then queer freaks was ex-straights.

It had been pretty fucking awful, worse yet that Will had to see it all. The only queer kid in a thirty mile radius had to bear witness to his gay role model being socially crucififed. The experience didn’t scream hopeful future in Indiana. Eddie was glad that he was going back to California for college, especially since he’d have El and Mike with him. Even if it was depressing the rugrats were splitting in two, Eddie was just happy none of them were staying in that hell hole.

Max was biting at her nails, a nervous habit he knew Steve used to bug her about.

“Do you think he’ll let me stay?”

Eddie laughed, “You should be more worried about if he’ll ever let you leave.”

“You think?”

“I’d bet money on it.”

The little smile was getting bigger, “How much?”

“Twenty says he’ll tear up and say something like, ‘Of course you can stay, for as long as you want,’” Eddie did his best emotional Steve voice, the adorable wobbly kind that melted everyone’s heart, loving how it made Max laugh, “Something sappy like that.”

“You’re on!” They shook on it, with Eddie only feeling slightly bad for setting her up on a nearly fixed bet.

It was a long fifteen hours, though Eddie was grateful that Max stayed awake with him the whole time, the drive was so much better with someone to talk to.

“I’m not going to let you be alone for this twice,” she insisted when Eddie asked if she was tired after her fifth yawn. They argued over radio stations and traded blackmailable stories about their friends the whole way home. Eddie’s eyes were bloodshot from exhaustion by the time they got there, Max looking just as bad, but it was worth it.

She was worth it.

She went straight to the couch when Eddie pushed the door open, already familiar with the layout of the place. She plopped down, face face first, almost immediately passing out, obviously still exhausted from her week of homeless hell.

Eddie was just covering her with a blanket when he heard the click of the lock being undone, Steve’s voice not far behind, “Baby, I’m home-”

He rounded the corner, all teasing smiles until his eyes landed on Max, his big eyes widening in shock.

He dragged his gaping boyfriend back into their room and told Steve the whole story, genuinely impressed with himself for not passing out during his speech. Steve forced him into bed at the end of it, kissing him soundly for taking such good care of her, sleep taking him easily.

Eddie woke up slowly, alone in their dark room. He didn’t know how long he slept for, but lord knows he had needed it. He wandered into the living, finding Steve and Max hugging on the couch, catching the tail end of their conversation.

“Of course you can stay, for as long as you want,” Steve was saying, all teary eyed.

Eddie didn’t miss the relieved smile on her face, like there was ever a chance he would have said no. She spotted him over Steve’s shoulder, flipping him off when he mouthed at her, ‘I win.’

“You realize I have no money right?” She whispered to him later that night, freshly showered and finally relaxed, “And I’m starting to think you cheated.”

Eddie laughed, “Manual labor until your debt is paid then. And…define cheating?”

“Whatever weird psychic thing you guys have going on, definitely cheating.”

“It’s called love, thank you very much,” Eddie smiled over at Steve, who was busying himself in the kitchen. He was making dinner, insisting that they both eat something before passing out again. He shooed away all attempts at helping, and for good reason, both of them still looked like sleep deprived nightmares.

It was a good night, all things considered, even if Max and Eddie were still only half awake for most of it. He didn’t really feel back to himself until the next morning, but that’s what driving for more than thirty hours in less than two days did to someone.

He kissed Steve’s hair before leaving him in bed, wandering to the balcony to light up a joint.

It wasn’t long before he could hear Max shuffling around behind him, dialing a number into the kitchen's phone, eavesdropping by way of proximity. Probably Lucas if he had to guess. He tried to zone out a bit, but couldn’t help listening in to the latter half of her conversation.

“Of course everything’s fine,” she lied easily into the receiver, “Nancy offered me an exclusive tour of the campus since I was abandoned by my boyfriend, and Steve and Eddie said I could stay at their place to quell the boredom. My mom’s fine with it.”

Pretty good lie, all things considered.

“Just send the letters here, tell El the same thing. They’ll just get lost at my house. You can call here too, I’ll probably stay through summer, but definitely home before you get back.”

Eddie looked over his shoulder, just able to make out the side of her face at the odd angle. She was smiling, a soft thing that Eddie recognized, the kind of smile that was meant for a singular person, “Then I guess you’ll just have to rewrite it won’t you?”

Eddie forced himself to zone out again, unwilling to listen in on the more intimate bits. It wasn’t long before he heard the click of the receiver and light footsteps strolling his way.

She came up behind him, plopping down next to him with a sigh, “Can I try that?”

Eddie glanced behind him, a little paranoid that Steve was about to catch him in the act of giving drugs to his favorite child, but relented when he couldn’t hear any sounds from their bedroom.

He passed it over, “Just don’t tell your mother.”

Max laughed as she took a hit, a bit too experienced with it in Eddie’s opinion, “What does that make you, the cool dad?”

“Obviously.”

They stared out into the horizon, the sun not quite up yet, but on the way.

“You’re not going to tell him?” Eddie finally asked when she passed it back.

She shook her head, “And rain on the nerd parade? I don’t think so. He's having the time of his life over there.”

“He’s gonna be pissed. They’re all going to be pissed.”

She shrugged, “It won’t be that bad. As long as I omit the car thing, it will be mild.”

They sat in silence, the comfortable kind for once, before she spoke up again, “Are you okay with me staying here?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?”

She shrugged, “Like…I know you don’t have much space. And I don’t even know for how long I’ll be here. Steve’s fine with it, because he’s Steve, but are you?”

Eddie ruffled her hair, a bit touched that she would even ask, “Of course I don’t mind you being here. We’ll make it work.”

And they did. They ran a curtain through half of their living room, making a makeshift space around Max’s favorite couch, so she could have some semblance of privacy.

It didn’t take long for Robin and Nancy to get involved either, especially since they had the actual two-bedroom apartment. Robin glommed onto Max particularly fast, and two made a chaotic duo of epic proportions.

They converted Nancy’s office, completely ignoring Max’s protests, and got her a real bed. She bounced between their apartments, always sure to be clear on where she was going to end up staying that night. It was stupid, but it still made Eddie preen that she choose their place more often than not. The summer went by fast, faster than Eddie would have ever thought while living with a teenager, but by the time August was coming to a close, there was no good news for Susan Hasgrove.

They still talked over the phone, usually just for Susan to guiltily admit terrible news while apologizing profusely. Susan ended up settling on a plea deal to avoid trial. Two years in prison, maybe less for good behavior, but there was no way she was getting out in time for Max to go back to Hawkins.

Eddie had to give her this, Susan was an absolute fuck up, but she loved her kid, loved her enough to basically beg Steve and Eddie to take her in until college. Like they would ever say no.

School was another matter, but thank Christ for Nancy Wheeler, the walking academic genius. She knew exactly what to do and what to say to the Emerson officials regarding Max’s senior year. She even garnered a deal to get her into an alternative program through the college rather than having to re-enroll in a new highschool. She had explained it all to Eddie once, early admission this, preferred treatment and financial aid that, but it kinda went in one ear and out the other, he was more than happy to just let he handle it.

With the official news, Max couldn’t hide it from the others for much longer, and eventually, they found out on their own. Apparently, they had all planned the opposite of a Welcome Home Party for Max, a Sorry We Left You All Summer For Dork Camp Party. They had a banner and everything, and even came back early to set up, right in the window of Max’s lie of being home, only to find her trailer occupied by a completely different family.

One angry phone call with El and a fifteen hour drive later, Eddie found his living room invaded by a wild pack of seventeen-year olds, all pissed as hell. Max was sandwiched between Lucas and El on the couch, the two more upset that she went through something so terrible without them than mad, while the rest stared up at her from the floor. Steve was settled in Eddie’s lap on their recliner, the two watching the whole exchange warily.

“Why didn’t you tell us?” Dustin managed to ask over the incomprehensible noise of them all trying to talk at once, his insanely loud voice finally coming in handy.

Max rubbed a hand over her face, “Would you have left if I told you?”

“Of course!” El and Lucas said in unison, sharing a look like they couldn't believe she would even need to ask.

“Exactly! That was the problem!”

“But you could have stayed with my family!” Mike tried, “Nancy’s room is empty and-”

“And your dad literally hates all of us.”

“But what about us?” Will asked, “We don’t have that much space sure, but we could figure something out.”

“I know you would but I didn’t want- I don’t want…” Max trailed off, struggling to find the words.

"Pity," Eddie finished for her, "She doesn't want to be treated like a stray. And Joyce is a sweetheart, sure, but that’s definitely up her alley."

"And I won’t be here forever,” Max insisted, earnestly looking at Lucas, “Just until college starts, and then I’ll be in the dorms, like we planned."

“But…this is our last year together,” El was tearing up, which was enough to get the whole room to follow suit.

Max hugged her, apologetic but still firm, “I know, and I’m sorry El, really. I just…I don’t want to be in that town anymore. Not after everything. But I’ll call everyday! And write letters too, whatever you want.”

She sniffled, “Everyday?”

“Everyday.”

“And you can all come here to visit her, whenever you want,” Steve added, “Spring break, weekends, whenever.”

The offer was enough to calm them all down, even if there was a sad little air around them their whole visit. They all held Steve on his word though, and Eddie spent the next nine months eventually getting used to finding a gaggle of kids hanging around his apartment every other weekend, but they made it work.

Max missed them all the time, anyone could see that, but she still found a way to enjoy her new life. The adjustment from one absentee parent, to four obsessive ones was oddly smooth. Max was an intensely good kid underneath all that snark, smart as hell too. Eddie had been worried about her getting bored, separated from all the other rugrats, but she was adjustable. It helped when they bought her a guitar for her birthday, a new hobby with a built-in teacher to fill the time between studying, skateboarding, and hogging the phone.

Both he and Steve cried like the emotional idiots they were when they helped her move into her dorm later that year, but they couldn’t help it, the joke of them being parents had just solidified into a reality.

They probably embarrassed her to hell and back during the move, but she never let it show, shedding a few tears herself when the last box was brought up.

She hugged them both on the way out, asking “The good couch is still mine when I spend the night right?”

Steve wiped at his eyes while Eddie ruffled her hair, saying in unison, “Always.”

#future fic #steddie ficlet #steddie fic #Eddie would be a good dad okay #steve harrington #eddie munson #steve is already a good dad this can work #does this work #im getting creative with my scene stealing here #living the unknown dream #max mayfeild #the party #steddie #drabble #the fruity four live in boston and half the kids obvs followed them #tw homophobia #stranger things

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pedrostylez · 1 year

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Mi Cielo

pairing: Javier Peña x fem!reader

summary: reader and Javier are coworkers that typically hate each other, but find each other helpful in relieving that stress

rating: 18+ (no minors please)

word count:4.4k

warnings etc: smut, dirty talk, unprotected p in v sex, pet names, established relationship. Mentions of SA-the start and then Javi saves you, please do not read if this is triggering NO USE OF Y/N.

A/N: I thought about this being another prologue and then thought…nah, way too much admittance of feelings for this to be before that! Anyways, please enjoy, let me know if I misspelled anything or got anything wrong in regards to grammar, Spanish, etc.

You and Javier had gotten into a routine. Every Thursday or Friday, you would lock the doors to the archives and head upstairs to see if he was still at his desk. If he was, you would drive yourself home and he would follow you 10 minutes later. If he had already left, you would drive to his place, greeting you with the door open and a beer held out to you, a smirk on his face.

If you went to his place, you typically left right after, sometimes going out in the same evening, especially if it was a Friday. Peña knew you did it, and for the first few months, he tried to not let it bother him even though he was falling way too quickly for you. You refused to speak of what you were doing at the workplace, only allowing sidelong glances at each other before coming up with your system after the third time you had been together.

At the end of the day he just wanted to be alone with you, and sometimes if it got to be too much he would purposefully flirt with your friends in front of you. Amy was always willing to speak to him, and he knew she typically would tell you about it after which was his only way to silently communicate to you that if he wanted to he could, but that he held out for you. He only wanted you.

Maybe that wasn’t his best method.

Even with your stone-cold face never showing any ounce of discomfort with him flirting with others in the office, you take it out on him with actions. From leaving the cream out of his coffee when you brought in treats from the cafe around the corner, to only allowing a quickie with minimal talking, sometimes covering his mouth and taking your own pleasure followed by leaving in a rush to the bar with Susan. It had happened a few times now that he was still hard, on the edge of finishing with your heavy pants echoing in his ear as you hopped off of him and smiled at him, telling him that you were finished and flying out the door. Every time he was shocked, thinking he had finally gotten what he wanted-your attention-and then finding out it backfired.

The final time he flirted with Amy in front of you was the breaking point. You watched him in the hallway just outside archives lean against the wall with his left hand, reaching for her hand and inspecting her nails. Amy giggled, completely unaware that just last night you were in his bed. You hoped that he smelled like you still, maybe just a little.

Amy pushed his chest back and he pretended to stumble, glancing at you and his eyes whipped back to Amy, laughing and pushing past her up the stairs. Amy sighed, waltzing into the archives and seeing you already looking at her. “I swear, he gets dreamier every day!”

You gave her a grunt as acknowledgment, looking back down at your notes and trying to not break your pencil. “Are we still going out tonight?” You asked, crossing your ankles under your desk.

“Yeah, let’s find someone hot for you tonight! You haven’t been laid in forever.” She pouted, grabbing files from your desk that were in the “put back” pile, and started going around to the shelves. She was one of the only ones you trusted to put your files away properly, and yet she was what Peña used to get under your skin. It wasn’t her fault.

“You’re right, maybe I can find Robert again?” You mumbled, mulling it over in your head. He wasn’t horrible, he just wasn’t great. Had little skill, and you had to do most of the work.

Peña was only halfway up the staircase, leaning against the wall listening to you make plans.

After hours of letting it simmer in your bones, you were angrier when Peña walked into the archives holding a bunch of files you told him to return to you a week ago. He tried pushing your buttons immediately, and instead of keeping a straight face, you snatched the files out of his hands, shoving him with your shoulder. He scoffed, surprised by your actions but wanting to see more.

“I told you to return these a week ago.” You growled, making his eyebrows rise to his hairline.

“Are you actually upset with me about that, or about Amy?” He was getting better at reading you, and he knew it when you rolled your eyes at him.

“Stop using her to try and get under my skin. She doesn’t know any better and I like her. If you don’t actually fuck her she’s going to come crying to me.”

He scoffed and rolled his eyes, shifting his weight to his other leg and watching as you put away more files. He noted you get more aggressive as you slid each one into place, knocking over one of the boxes and grumbling to yourself.

He took a step toward you, trying to help pick up what you had knocked over and you yanked it out of his grip. He started getting frustrated, running his fingers through his hair as he watched your fingers twitch around the files he was just holding. You cemented it in your mind, hell-bent on going out. Fuck Peña, fuck your job, and fuck his stupid dick. You did not need him to get off.

It was like he could read your mind as he stood over you and the box he grabbed from the ground. “Face it cariño, you couldn’t even fuck someone else if you wanted to at this point. I am the only one that knows what you need.” He was growling at you, hovering over you, and moving the box out of your reach so you had to look at him.

“We will see about that.” You scoffed, pushing him away and setting the remaining files back on the shelf. The line he was crossing over and over at work got on your nerves as you walked over to the archives door and opened it. Anyone could walk by, and it let there be an invisible boundary.

“What is that supposed to mean?” He was gripping the side of the shelving, ready to knock it over. He didn’t understand how multiple times now you had gone out with your friends, making him stay up late and wonder if you were alright. Didn’t you understand that he wanted your attention and the only way to get it was to piss you off? He didn’t want anyone else, and you shouldn’t either.

“I am going out. I’m sure you listened in.” You spat, watching his cheeks redden at being caught. How could you read him so quickly but couldn’t tell that it was all just an act?

He sighed, exasperated with how you were responding. “Stop fucking around mi cielo, you’re mi-”

“I’m not, and you know it. We both agreed this was casual. Stop talking about this here.” You gritted your teeth and put your foot down, staring straight at him. “I’m tired of you acting like this. There is no skin to get under, you can do what you want, but you can’t be using my friends in front of me and then wonder why I am upset. I’m going to go out with them and have a good time.”

His jaw clenched, watching your arms cross your chest as he pushed the thought away of you in his car that first time and he sighed. Fine. “I’m going out too then.” He decided, not giving you a chance to respond before booking it out of the archives and out to the sidewalk for a smoke. You stressed him out beyond measure.

Javier watched you leave the embassy with Amy and Susan, laughing about something and Amy waved at him. He was aware of Murphy watching him, agitated and answering the phone with rough hello’s, but didn’t bring more attention to it beyond getting him to stay at his desk and going down for intel himself. He had an inkling you were the cause of Javier’s frustrations. Javier went home shortly after you left, getting ready quickly and making a few assumptions of what bar you would have gone to and headed out. He wasn’t planning on picking anyone up and only changed his pants to darker-washed jeans.

He eyed you from the bar, whiskey in his hand and eyes dragging up and down your figure. That blue short dress stops at your mid-thigh, legs for days, and heels for the first time in a while. He knew you did it because he was going to be there.

He watched shot after shot being thrown down your throat, knowing you weren’t typically this drunk in public. He glanced at Amy who had been eyeing him all night and gave her a nod, downing the rest of his whiskey and deciding that no more would be needed. He felt satisfaction at knowing he had gotten under your skin coming out but knew he needed to be watchful. Something in his gut told him that if he wasn’t careful you were going to get hurt. Maybe he needed to stop putting you into these positions.

You had only looked at Javier once the whole night, finding Robert, or really Roberto, apparently, (“Close enough” Susan mumbled at you clinking her glass with yours and laughing) and dancing with him and flirting to get free drinks. Tequila was flowing, and you felt like you could actually relax. You tried to not notice how Amy was eyeing Peña, looking to you to help her get in his pants. It wasn’t a lie to say that you were too drunk to really help.

Roberto leaned down to your ear and asked in broken English “If you wanted to step outside for a minute.” and you happily agreed. He grabbed your hand, and it was the only other time you allowed yourself to look at the bar, seeing Peña fuming. His hand was on his chin, eyes glued to you as he made eye contact. You smirked, raising your eyebrows and dropping the connection, tripping on the back of Roberto’s shoes and laughing.

He waited two whole seconds before standing up and following you outside. He didn’t really care that Amy was walking in his direction or that Susan was watching him almost shake as he pushed through the crowd to the side door you disappeared behind.

And there you were, leaning against the brick as he pulled out a cigarette. If he had to watch he would, but he was going to need something to stop him from running over there.

Your vision had honed in on Roberto, listening to him ask where you lived and maybe he could walk home with you and spend the night. You laughed, suggesting his place again before he leaned toward you and whispered, “How about here, puta?”

He grabbed you roughly and you tried to decline, laughing it off since you weren’t sure what that meant. Something in your memory of reading it on paper of quotes for intel told you it wasn’t good, but you still did not have the courage to ask Peña to help with translations. He was the only one that you were even tempted to ask, but he teased you too much about it for you to gather the courage.

When Roberto grabbed at your hips in a bruising manner you shook yourself out of your thoughts, now uncomfortable. “Get the fuck off me, Roberto.” Your voice was muffled to your own ears, the tequila hitting you harder than you expected.

Peña was halfway through his cigarette when he heard you tell Roberto to get off you. His eyes trailed up, seeing you wince away and try to shove, and Roberto’s smile was menacing. How many guys had you turned down that were aggressive like this?

Suddenly he was behind Roberto, seeing red. How had he gotten here, ready to defend you at a moment's notice after hating you for months? He grabbed his shirt and yanked him off you, twisting him around and punching him in the nose. The crack of cartilage vibrated through his arm, making him reel back and go for another punch.

Roberto moaned, grabbing at his face and looking up at Javier shocked. “Get the fuck out of here!” He yelled, the guy skittering away with blood rushing down his nose and over his neck, yelling profanities.

“Are you alright?” He turned around quickly, changing his tone to one of worry laced with irritation as he reached for your arms. You were shaking but also in a daze looking over his shoulder.

You were buzzed, irritated, and downright annoyed that Peña had followed you to the bar, and followed you to the alleyway, but felt sudden relief. You weren’t convinced the night would have ended well if he hadn’t stepped in. “I had it handled...” you mumbled, not believing yourself.

“Are you fucking serious?” Now Javier was mad, shaking himself as he watched you wipe at your lips and shiver. “He could have hurt you. You had it handled?” He continued to observe you, your eyes darting around to anywhere but his face, elbows scraped up from being pushed against the building. He thought about softening his tone.

“Yes.” You said, glancing up at his eye line. You lifted your shaking hand to your forehead to breathe when he lunged forward, pushing you roughly against the side of the building. “Javi-”

“Get me off you then, hermosa.” He didn’t want to pretend like he was going to hurt you, but something in him snapped with the way you were pretending to be strong, your actions gave you away. The shake in your hand, the way you clenched your jaw to hold back tears…

You struggled, picking up your knee to hit him but he avoided it, pushing you deeper into the brick and leaning forward to attach his lips to your jaw. He couldn’t help himself–your neck was shiny with sweat and while he was upset with your inability to see you were in danger, at least he was here–he could protect you.

You pushed, feeling yourself get ready to scream, tears leaking from your eyes and you started to give up. Why did Peña have to prove you wrong every time? “I can’t.”

He leaned back, hearing the catch in your throat and heaving a breath on your face. He reached his hand up to your hair, feeling his heart crumble when you winced away. “I’m sorry baby-you scared me when you left and I…I know you can handle yourself if you have to, but I don't want you to have to.”

Tears were willingly falling now as you looked up at him, leaning into the hand that rested on your cheek. “What does puta mean?” Your voice was barely a whisper as he tensed up, fingers scratching through your hair as he pulled you to him.

He sighed. “It means whore, mi cielo, did he call you that?”

You nodded into his chest, grabbing at his shirt around his waist. “And what does that mean? Cielo?”

“I’ll tell you another time. Will you let me take you home? So I know you’re safe?” He could have chased after that guy at that moment, but seeing you continue to shake gave him pause. He couldn’t let this happen again, and that meant he couldn’t keep trying to upset you at work.

You nodded again, pulling away and wiping at your eyes. “Let me go tell Susan and Amy so that they don’t get worried.”

He watched you walk away, following close behind as you found Amy and Susan together, leaning in to tell them you were heading home. Susan eyed him, his hand hovering over the small of your back, glancing at Amy and then you again before nodding at him. Amy also looked at him, eyebrows raised in understanding that something more was going on, and he vowed internally to pull her aside next week and try and explain what he had been doing for months.

He got you in his car, your head leaning against the glass and closing your eyes. He reached for your hand and squeezed your fingers, getting you to look at him. “I’m sorry.”

You shook your head, still dizzy from the tequila and not understanding why he was apologizing. “You don’t have to be.”

“I do, I–I keep trying to get you to react to me and I want you to see how much I want you and I am just going about it the wrong way. I know you want this to be kept under the radar, and I can understand why and I’ve been ignoring that by flirting with Amy in front of you.” He glanced at you, eyes focused on his profile and he sighed. “If I hadn’t been an asshole earlier then you wouldn’t have gotten into this situation, and I’m sorry.”

You paused, squeezing his hand tighter and leaning your head back against the glass. “Take me home, Javi.”

Javier had every intention of dropping you off at the door but watched as you stumbled and kicked off your shoes outside and he knew you were going to need more help. You hadn’t accepted his apology but didn’t deny it either, and that was as good as it was going to get.

He got out of the car, his own keys placed in his pocket as he plucked yours from your fingers easily, unlocking the knob and opening the door, and ushering you in quickly, shoes being kicked in behind. He locked it behind him, turning around to see you stumbling with one heel in each hand mumbling how they were uncomfortable.

No words were exchanged as he followed you up the stairs, hands hovering around your waist in case you took a misstep and into the bathroom. You dropped the shoes in your bedroom and turned around to him to show the zipper at your back. “Help me, please.”

He chuckled, holding up the collar of your dress with one hand as he clasped the zipper and pulled it down, finding you had nothing underneath. You went out like this? And he didn’t know? Maybe he was drunk.

You slipped out of the dress the rest of the way, leaning forward to start your shower and turning to him. His eyes stayed on your face and he swallowed heavily, clenching and unclenching his hands. “You can look if you want Javier.”

That was all the permission he needed to rove your chest and center. His knees felt like jelly as he saw red marks on your hips from earlier. Anger bloomed in his chest, knowing those would become bruises. His eyes came back up to yours as he reached for the buttons of his shirt. “Mi cielo means 'my heaven,' hermosa.”

Your breath caught, watching as he too started to strip off his clothes from the activities of the night. “Why do you call me that?”

“Because it's true.” He said simply, letting his pants fall and kicking off his boots. “Being with you is heaven, and I don’t want to be with anyone else.”

Tears filled your eyes as you glanced at your bare feet, feeling self-conscious. “I don’t think I can give you what you want, Javier.”

He sighed, stepping forward to pet your hair and kiss your forehead. “I’ll take whatever I can right now, cariño. Okay? Don’t feel pressured to–to be with me.” It was a hard pill to swallow, but he could do it. Time and time again he just wanted to be granted the chance to be in your presence. “I am only with you.”

Tears slipped free as you turned and stepped into the shower, holding on to his hand for balance and then pulling him with you. No other words were needed as you washed and cleaned your hair, letting the water take Roberto’s marks with it.

He knew you were too drunk to remember what he said in the morning, but the feeling still sunk in his chest that he had confessed to you what he was really feeling. Maybe he would have the courage to try again another night.

The next morning you woke up to his arms wrapped around your waist, fingers trailing down to your pajama pants, and playing with the untied string. “Good morning.” He rumbled into your ear, breathing out a chuckle at how you tensed initially and then relaxed.

“Did you spend the night?” You asked, tilting your head to look behind you and seeing he was bare-chested, only in his boxers, and glanced back up at his eyes.

“No, I just snuck in this morning.” He joked, wanting to see what all you remembered from last night.

“Please don’t leave, what if he followed us and knows where I live?” You cried, Javier helping the shirt over your arms and grabbing your face.

“Okay, cielo, I won’t leave you. It’s okay he won’t come back here.” He kissed your forehead and ushered you to bed, climbing in behind you.

“Will I always be your cielo?” You whispered, feeling yourself doze off, your tongue unable to wrap around the word. The hot water didn’t seem to help you become more sober, and it made you a crying mess that Javier had to soothe and try to not worry over.

He froze, closing his eyes and sighing deeply. “Yes baby, if you remember what that means in the morning then you can be.”

You laughed, lightly hitting his arm as you went to sit up. Flashes of the night before came to mind, hazy and confused but knowing that Javier was there to make sure you got home. “Thank you for taking care of me.”

He smiled, watching you stand and stretch as he lazed on your pillow. “Of course hermosa, do you remember much of it?”

You looked in the mirror, seeing your hips from lifting your shirt slightly, and brushed your fingers against the green bruises. They wouldn’t be deep, but you saw the way Javier’s eyes blazed with anger at seeing them again. “I remember that you were there to help me when shit was going downhill. And that I think Amy and Susan are suspicious.” You paused, squinting lightly to try and relive parts of last night. “And that puta means whore, but after you unlocked the door I don’t really know. Did we-?”

“No, you just asked me to stay and you were kinda mean about it whenever I tried to leave so I thought it best to wait.” He joked, not wanting to make you uncomfortable. You smiled at him, watching as he propped his head on his arm as he laid back flat, looking at your ceiling before you went back to bed and crawled over him.

“How can I ever thank you?” You whispered, leaning down to capture his lips in a quick kiss before digging your nails into his chest, his heartbeat speeding up under your palm. He was already growing hard, thinking that even though he apologized last night that you might still be mad at him. He wanted to make it up to you.

You released him, watching as his pupils blew wide and he reached for the back of your neck to pull you down again, biting at your jaw gently. “Get on your side mi cielo.”

Your heartbeat fluttered, recalling that word but unable to place it as you rolled off of him and put your ass to his center, sliding your pants and underwear down and off your legs as he lifted your left leg. He supported himself on one arm, grabbing at your hair to twist your head to look up at him as he rested your leg on his hip. He shoved his boxers down to release himself, resting his hardened cock on your inner thigh. “Stay there baby, are you wet for me? You want to thank me for last night?”

His fingers grazed your clit, making you gasp and reach back to his hip. He dipped down to your entrance, feeling your slick already begin to pool. “You feel like heaven, hermosa.”

He chuckled as he watched the words click in your head, sinking into you with one hand in your hair, one on your clit encouraging you to keep your leg lifted for him. As he entered you, the hand between your thighs reaching to direct himself briefly before returning, your eyes rolled back and your jaw went slack, immediately on edge already. “Fuck–Peña-”

“Really?” He punctuated his frustration with a harder thrust making you squeak and grab his bicep quickly. “You still want to be professional with me after I have told you that you are literal heaven? Mi cielo? For fucks sake baby-christ-” He groaned, burying himself in you and pausing as he leaned down to your ear. “You don’t have to like it baby, but you’re mine and that isn’t fucking changing any time soon. Pretend all you want, but you call me Javi when I fuck you.”

He picked up his pace again, letting go of your hair and sitting up, maneuvering your legs to be on either side of his hips and him between your thighs, pushing your legs up for a different angle. His heaven, his Earth, his light, it didn’t matter-he couldn’t stop now.

You couldn’t process what he was saying quickly enough to respond, your release sneaking up on you as you reached for his shoulders and dug your nails in, leaning your head back and exposing the column of your throat to him. He leaned forward brushing his beard and mustache against your neck as he breathed you in, groaning into his own release.

When you both caught your breath, he pulled out, looking down at your heavy lids and wondered if he said too much. You reached for him, pulling his face toward yours to brush your lips against his and giggled. “Don’t be surprised if I don’t remember what that means, Javi.”

He let out a surprised laugh, kissing you quickly. “I’ll get you a book so you can work on it, baby.”

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wrenwreads · 7 months

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hidden treasures

Edmund discovers something new in Narnia. Or is it new? Lucy seems to be just unimpressed.

pairing/s: edmund pevensie x fem!mage!reader

warnings/other info: reader is implied to be also human but has magical capabilities? edmund a bit of an ignorant (lucy calls him one + an idiot). edmund bumps into reader. usual pevensie sibling banter. the fic itself might be a bit shit too, sorry

genre: fluff, strangers-to-friends

word count: 1,183

a/n: this is just something to get my writing brain working after going missing for ages lol (sorry) i got so so so caught up with my final exams n everyone leaving for uni and skdhkjgasjkdda but i'm better now and have more free time so hopefully i don't abandon you guys again (not gonna promise anything tho) - requests and questions r open!

Edmund remembers the day so vividly.

Susan had just been berating him about his king-ly duties. Almost demanding him to finish them. If Edmund's being honest, he would say she probably was. And he was growing sick — annoyed, actually — at Susan’s constant reminders. And it’s not like he doesn’t even finish them on time. He simply has his own pace.

He was getting close to snapping at his older sister, and from what his brain allows him to remember — snapping at now Queen Susan was worse than Finchley Susan.

So he simply scoffed, standing up from his seat, heading out of the castle — desperate for some fresh air.

With his satchel with him, he decided to walk around town. Greeting Narnians here and there, occasionally stopping by stands to feed his own curiosity. He even remembers picking up another book, one he now keeps on his nightstand to read when he can’t go to bed.

What had been so significant about the day was stumbling onto something — someone, rather — who he swears he had not met before.

“Oh! I sincerely apologise your majesty. I wasn’t looking where I was going. Although, I am in a rush so... I’ll see you around!”

The moment was too quick for Edmund to register. Only a couple moments after did he realise the voice that had just spoken to him. Accent almost too familiar to just be Narnian. He whipped his head around, watching as the same person rushes through the busy workings of the town, impressively dodging obstacles along their way.

Now on present day, his attempts at convincing his siblings that there is a new citizen in town are going nowhere. Peter seems to have just started ignoring him, Susan the same, and Lucy… Lucy is just unimpressed.

“Have you really just met the healing mage, Ed? Really?”

“I swear Lu she’s— wait, healing mage?”

Lucy sighs, looking at Susan for back up. The older girl only shrugs, leaving her to herself and when she looked at Peter, the man was already chuckling.

Edmund observes the exchange happening before him, confusion clouding his mind.

“Can someone just catch me up on what’s going on? Please?” he practically begs.

“That’s Y/N you’re talking about, you ignorant idiot. And she’s not new. She moved here — appeared rather, a few months ago when you were out for diplomacy. I guess you really just haven’t bumped into her before.”

“What do you mean appeared? Is she a daughter of Eve to—”

“I think that’s a question for you to ask her Edmund. It seems you have been ignoring the sole person keeping Narnians healthy.”

The next day, Edmund woke up early to deliver a basket of herbs. It was meant to be Lucy’s job, one that she personally does every week and the same job Edmund questioned but never asked about. Well, now he’s about to get his answers and Lucy argues it’s an excuse for him to finally meet the mage.

He follows the path with white lilies per Lucy’s instructions.

“Y/N loves lilies, especially white ones.” She had added.

As soon as he felt that he was getting lost, a small cottage appears just a few more lilies away.

He had to pause in his step. It was quaint, the cottage looking like it was out of a fairy-tale the way nature surrounded it. Not that Edmund can say that anymore, the way he and his siblings made it to Narnia proved too good to be true at first.

His admiration was cut short when he heard the door swinging open, revealing no one else but the same person he had bumped into the day before. Only this time, Edmund can see her clearly and she is no longer in a rush. He continued watching, his presence seemed to be unknown as Y/N continued fussing around her front garden. Her mouth was moving, seemingly talking to the greenery.

Edmund takes a step forward, slowly making out the words coming out of her mouth as he gets closer.

“Come on Thistle! We haven’t got all day! And Lokas, please tell me that’s not a ruby in your hand?! Oh please, I already told you—”

“Hello!”

The young girl’s erratic dialogue came to a stop. Her body looking like it froze in place as she gawks at Edmund. The creatures below her were no different. Edmund had just realised she was surrounded by not only nature, but creatures alike — faeries and pixies, gnomes of almost all ages, and pixies.

She blinks. Once. Twice.

Finally gaining her senses back, she straightens herself up and smiles. “Good morning, your majesty! I wasn’t expecting you today.”

Edmund could only smile, raising the basket he still had in his hold. “Neither did I. Unfortunately, Lucy had some emergency duties to run this morning so I offered to do her plant delivery.”

“Oh! That’s very thoughtful of you your majesty, but you shouldn’t have. I would’ve picked it up myself at the castle anyway.”

She had now gotten closer, leaving her front gate open as she accepts the basket from Edmund, a sudden gasp escaping her lips as she does so. “Oh! Where are my manners. I’m Y/N, your majesty. I should’ve done that sooner.”

“Consider us two even. After-all, I am the one here only just hearing about you and your job as the kingdom’s healer.”

Y/N laughs. “And oh, please, just call me Edmund.”

“Is that the king I see again?”

The faery’s question had Y/N looking up from her cauldron, confused. After making sure her current concoction was not going to blow up anytime soon, she pats her hands dry on her apron as she makes her way to the same table where Thistle was currently hovering. Her brows furrow as she makes out Edmund walking towards her cottage.

“It sure is Thistle. I wonder what he’s here for.”

She exits her own home, a smile – although a bit sceptical — forming on her face. Edmund smiles back, walk turning into a slight jog as he gets closer. “I didn’t think you’d be back so soon, Edmund. I hope everything’s alright at the castle.”

Worry replaces her confusion. The only reason a member of the castle, the king rather, would personally pay her a visit would be because something had gone wrong and they needed her help. “Oh! Don’t worry. Everything is well in shape. I was just… bored. Yeah, bored.”

Y/N nods, sensing the growing nervousness of the young king.

“Bored, you say?”

“Yes.”

“And you decided to come here?”

“Yes.”

Is it bad to tease your royal highnesses a bit?

“To my small cottage?”

Surely not.

“Yes…”

“Where you could have easily done, I don’t know — fencing or riding on your horse. You know, like what other kings do?”

“Yes…?”

Her smile turns into a smirk, finding amusement in the way Edmund began questioning his own answers. She chuckles, allowing Edmund to relax — a nervous laugh escaping himself. “I’m only teasing. Would you like to come in, Edmund?”

#edmund pevensie #lucy pevensie #peter pevensie #susan pevensie #the chronicles of narnia x reader #edmund pevensie x reader #edmund pevensie imagine #king edmund the just #narnia x reader #chronicles of narnia x reader #x reader #edmund x reader #pevensie x reader #wrenwritesed

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billys-pretty-babe · 7 months

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How Could You?

Pairing : Billy Hargrove x Fem!Reader

Summary : Sometimes, Billy needs reassurance that you love him especially after Neil gets into his head, using your name against Billy, knowing that hurts worse than when his father puts his hands on him.

Warnings : child abuse, Neil Hargrove, swearing, Billy makes a sex joke 😐

Word count : 835

A/N : My mental health has been so bad recently so this might be my last fic for a while that I actually take time to write. I have stuff in my drafts ready to post in case I need them.

It hurts you deeply, seeing him like this, so vulnerable, so hurt by his own father. Neil left with Susan, leaving Max and Billy at the house. Max was the one to call you, she heard everything that happened, and heard every word that Neil spewed at your boyfriend. You're pretty sure you broke almost every law in town to get to him, needing to be with him.

She let you into the house, hugging you quickly. "I left water and Tylenol outside of his room, I don't know if he took it." You nodded and thanked her and she went to her room as you went to Billy's, the water and medicine nowhere in sight. You knocked and walked inside, seeing him in his bed, shirtless and in shorts.

He looked at his ceiling, holding his necklace tightly and you knew the chain was digging into the skin, making it raw. "Baby," you said quietly. He didn't take his eyes off of the ceiling as he hummed to you, acknowledging you. You shut his door behind you and moved to the edge of his bed, his ankle against the bottom of your back.

Your heart sank when you saw what exactly Neil did to him, "Oh baby." He shook his head, "Don't do that, not for me. I'm not deserving of that." Still, his eyes never left the ceiling. "Yes you are." He shook his head, "I'm not, trust me." Slowly and with calculated movements, you reached for his knee, gently rubbing it, doing your best to not get knots in the brunette hair that dusted the skin.

"Why aren't you?" He sighed, "Because I'm not." You hummed, "That's not an actual answer, B." He stayed quiet. "Do you want me to leave," you asked after a few minutes of silence. "No," he deadpanned. You nodded, "Okay," you said as you got comfortable, sitting beside him, gently yanking a pillow out from underneath him.

The room was silent besides Billy's ragged breathing, his adrenaline through the roof as he tried to calm down. "Do you love me?" You looked at him, "Of course I do." He hummed, "Okay." You sighed before speaking again, "It was after our second date, when you brought me back here and you were working on that junk bike. You were so open with me, I was able to ask you anything and you immediately answered. I got to know William, not Billy or the keg king, but William Hargrove. So yeah, I can positively say that I do indeed love you, a lot more than I could ever express."

He nodded, hand reaching for yours and you held it, seeing little cuts on his knuckles. "Did you hit him back?" He shook his head, "I think I'd be dead if I did. Punched the bathroom wall, there's a hole now so I moved the picture over it." You nodded and rubbed his knuckles gently. "Did you break anything?" He shook his head, "Already checked myself like you taught me to." You nodded.

"Is it hard to love me?" You shook your head, "It's second nature for me, like breathing." He nodded and looked at you quickly, "You forget how to breathe sometimes." You grumbled and he laughed. "Shut up, Billy." His laugh made you smile, usually it was something just for you. "Imagine forgetting how to breathe that you have to watch your boyfriend do it." You rolled your eyes, "Imagine eating fucking bubbles in the shower." He thumped your thigh, "That was one time because you blew bubbles at me."

He leaned down and kissed the top of your head, murmuring, "I love you." You smiled, "I love you too now give me a kiss." He laughed and tipped your head back before kissing you. You smiled when he pulled away, "Man, is this what Disney is like?" He laughed, "I mean, you do get to ride your favorite ride." You gasped and he laughed, placing his hand on his stomach as his shoulders shook, head thrown back and you laughed with him.

"Billy, that's inappropriate." He snickered, "Look at who you're talking to. Of course it was." You laughed and shook your head, looking at the bottle of Tylenol on his bedside table. "Go tell her thank you." He groaned as he got up, trudging next door before coming back a few minutes later and he laid back down. "Need me to mend anything?" He shook his head, “I'm good, maybe my dick." You sighed, "Billy, shut up." He laughed before Max piped up through the wall.

"Yeah Billy, shut up!" You both laughed and he knocked on the wall, "Shut it, Maxine!" You laughed, shaking your head and got comfortable, kicking your shoes off. You curled up against his side, trying to be aware of his bruises and sore spots. "Love you." You smiled, "I love you too." He talked to you until you fell asleep, holding you tightly to protect you from anything and everything.

#billy hargrove fanfiction #stranger things billy #william hargrove #billy hargrove x f!reader #billy hargrove x female reader #stranger things fanfiction #billy stranger things #billy hargove imagine #billy hargrove x you #billy hargrove

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witchthewriter · 2 years

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𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐄𝐝𝐦𝐮𝐧𝐝'𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

⤷ female, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!

a/n: I think this might be one of my favourite headcanons that I’ve written, especially for Narnia...

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SFW🌿

⭑ “Free-spirited, artistic, and somewhat aloof,” Aslan had named the three words that described you. Lucy wanted to know what the new seamstress was like, since you would be around them a lot.

⭑ The young queen was puzzled by these words, not because she didn’t understand their meaning, but because their old seamstress was just that ... old.

⭑ “Doesn’t seem like she’d make a very good seamstress then,” Susan retorted. Shuffling papers together.

⭑ Aslan gave a short chuckle and strode out of the council chamber, Lucy on his heels.

⭑ “Just give her a chance,” he stated to no one in particular.

⭑ And they had. The Pevensie siblings had their reservations, since they had grown accustomed to their old seamstress of many years, but they were open to you.

⭑ You put Susan’s teeth on edge for the first few weeks. Her constant worries were met with your smiles and nods.

⭑ But you never left their clothes too late, or too loose or too tight.

⭑ You were a brilliant seamstress - one that could create beautiful clothes from nothing but a curtain and some rope.

⭑ Peter liked you -

⭑ So did Lucy

⭑ They both admired your creative and out-of-the-box nature. Which was saying something because you did grow up in a land with dwarfs and talking animals.

⭑ And because the Pevensie’s were the only humans in Narnia, your lineage was confusing.

⭑ “So, you’re not a human woman...” Lucy had said one sunny afternoon. “But you’re not a faun or dwarf and you definitely don’t have a tail..” You both laughed at that

⭑ “No, not that I’ve noticed,” you replied heartily

⭑ It was difficult to explain, but you were part fairy. A fae-human hybrid that could enter people’s dreams, stop aging and with great effort - fly. (Click here if you want to know more, I had no idea how many creatures actually lived in Narnia...)

⭑ Edmund was ... wary of you. His actions with the White Witch still clouded his mind and his guilt felt heavy.

⭑ But you didn’t hold it against him.

⭑ No one can be all good, and live without mistakes. There would be no point in living if we were all perfect.

⭑ And so, being around you was like he could breathe again.

⭑ You took his worries, anxieties, and self-hatred and blew it away. As if your very being was magic (and it was.)

⭑ Edmund told you about his nightmares, and how the White Witch still haunted him. Even though years and years had passed by.

⭑ You perked up even more - because that was one of your talents. You could enter people’s dream state and alter their nightmares/dreams.

⭑ And that night ... you did -

⭑ It was the first night in years that he had a full nights sleep. He did not wake up once.

⭑ The first thing he did when he woke the next morning was run to you. Already in your work room, hunched over a spinning wheel and humming to yourself. You glittered in the sunlight, and Edmund was struck with such a new feeling. ‘Love,’ he thought, ‘this must be what it feels like.’

⭑ He didn’t enter the room, but rather turned around, and went to find Lucy.

⭑ Edmund explained his feelings and wanted her opinion on what to do next. Since she spent the most time with you.

⭑ The romance that Edmund was showing you made your heart soar. Not many people... or creatures, had shown you attention like this.

⭑ And a king?

⭑ Well... what person wouldn’t want this attention ...

⭑ And since the politics of marrying weren’t so harsh on Edmund - Lucy defended her brother and you. She was the biggest advocate for your relationship.

⭑ “Wouldn’t it be a positive for the Narnians to see one of them on the throne? Next to a King?” Her point was extremely valid. And although Susan could argue - the fact was ... she didn’t want to. She didn’t want to argue against her brother. Or against you.

⭑ Susan could see the good you brought him - the light that shone in his eyes now.

⭑ So you married.

⭑ And it was one of the happiest days of your life.

⭑ Your days were still filled with work -

⭑ You didn’t want to give up your position as a seamstress

⭑ So you were now ... the royal seamstress? Queen of the seamstresses?

⭑ Anywho - you were still creating for the Kings and Queens of Narnia. Your family.

⭑ You moved into Edmund’s chambers and it was ... awkward at first. Well, he was awkward. You just watched as he showed you around the chamber (because it was quite large.)

⭑ An ensuite, a large oak desk with a chair to match, a four-poster bed, marble floor to ceiling. It was all so elaborate.

⭑ He showed you where you could have your stuff, but began moving his - because he instantly felt bad that he had made that decision for you.

“Actually, I’ll just move my stuff. You choose!”

⭑ Your heart swelled. He cared so much about you

⭑ Ed sleeps closest to the door (so that if there’s a threat he can protect you)

⭑ He wakes up first, and gazes at you adoringly for hours

“Ed...”

“Yeah?”

“You’re doing it again.”

“Sorry, you’re just...so pretty...”

⭑ Helping each other get ready in the mornings and nights.

⭑ He never has nightmares again, even though you don’t use your powers. It’s because of your union, AND your proximity when sleeping.

⭑ Lucy will burst into the room some mornings, waking both you and Ed. She leaps onto your bed and snuggles in between you two.

⭑ Relationship Tropes:

✧ Off the Walls Eccentric (You) x Emotional Wall with 1 Weakness (Ed)

✧ Tough on the Outside, Soft on the Inside (Ed) x The Top (You)

✧ Aggressively Supportive

#king edmund the just #edmund pevensie #the chronicles of narnia #narnia x reader #narnia x you #narnia #narnia moodboard #edmund pevensie x reader #edmund pevensie x you #edmund pevensue headcanons #headcanons #witchthewriter #reader inesrt #fanfiction #narnia fanfic

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embodyingchaos · 10 months

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Hioooo, I loved the way you applied last time and I was wondering if you could make me another one 🥺. In this application that is from rodrick heffley, he lives with his girlfriend in her parents' house after getting her pregnant. They have a fight since she, being Heather's friend, wants to go shopping.To buy things for her, her baby, among other things, but at that moment Rodrick's mother comes in and scolds her for asking her husband for money and tells me to ask her parents and this hurts her Since her parents kicked her out of the house and that's why she's there What would Rodrick do? 💗 If you decide to do it, I will leave this request in your hands, beautiful girl 🍃🌼

❥ hi again! thank you so much and i can definitely make you another one always! hope this is to your liking!

things pairing: rodrick heffley x pregnant!fem!reader genre: angst, fluff, established relationship warnings: rodrick's mom being a KAREN, y/n's parents shunned her, greg is nice ??? word count: 949

staring out the window, into the dark, stormy night, y/n sighed as she leaned against the kitchen counter. being 35 weeks pregnant, it dawned on her just how close her due date was and that she should really be buying things for her unborn baby. she felt guilty for even needing to ask rodrick’s parents for money, but then again, the baby was rodrick’s too after all.

she walked into the living room of the heffley’s house, seeing frank heffley sat on the couch reading a paper. “hey, mr. heffley.” y/n greeted with a small voice, her hands behind her back. frank took a small glance at her before averting his eyes back to his paper, “oh, hey, y/n.” he greeted back with a nonchalant tone. y/n could feel her sweat building up as she took a deep breath.

“so, my due date is near, i was wondering if i could, possibly, go buy some things for the baby? you don’t have to tag along, my friend, heather, she’s accompanying me, so yeah.” frank finally paid attention when those words left her mouth, he slowly lowered the paper. “alright. go ahead.” he told her, y/n chewed on her bottom lip nervously. “i’m sorry i have to ask this, mr. heffley, but i need money for it.” just as she said that, susan heffley walked into the room carrying manny. “need money for what?” susan asked sceptically, “for stuff for the baby.” frank answered her before turning to y/n.

“listen, y/n. can’t you ask your own parents?” his question made the girl give him a look of confusion. “my parents kicked me out of their house. i don’t think they’d be willing to lend me money.” she let out a small chuckle, finding his question ironic.

“well, i’m sorry, y/n, but no. we aren’t going to lend you money.” susan said, y/n stared at them incredulously. “but, this is rodrick’s baby as well-” “we said no! you can’t just ask money from us just because we’re rodrick’s parents. we gave you a place to stay, shouldn’t that be enough? if you need it that badly, you should just ask your own parents.” at this point, y/n had tears pricking her eyes. of course, rodrick walked in at the best timing.

he looked between all of them before walking towards his girlfriend, “hey, what’s going on?” rodrick asked, holding her shoulder. “y/n here was asking your father for money to buy things for the baby.” his mom explained to him, “okay, so, give it to her?” he told them, “rodrick, tha-” “no. she’s my girlfriend, that’s your grandkid.” he gestured to her stomach but his parents stayed silent. “go upstairs to my room, sweetheart.” rodrick whispered to y/n, who was already crying. she nodded and left the room, as soon as she did, she heard arguing.

“you can’t treat her like that, mom! you know her parents kicked her out! it’s not even her fault, it was all mine!” she heard rodrick shouting as she got to the top of the staircase. as y/n leaned against the wall to rest herself, greg came out of his room. “hey, y/n.” he greeted, “what’s with the shouting?” he asked her, hearing the bickering from downstairs. “it’s nothing, greg. just go back to your room.” her voice cracked, she was trying to stop crying but what with the pregnancy mood swings and changes in hormones that affect her emotions, it was a challenge.

greg didn’t think he should ask any further, “do you want me to help you get up to rodrick’s room?” he asked, unsure of what she wanted. y/n silently nodded and he obliged, holding her arm and supporting her when they walked up the stairs. “thanks, greg.” y/n sniffled and he nodded, “no problem.” suddenly, rodrick dashed into the room. “you!” he pointed a finger at greg, “out!” he pointed downwards and greg scurried past him. rodrick sighed in frustration at his parents but y/n mistook it as frustration at her and the tears built up once more.

“hey, hey. don’t cry. i’m not angry with you, babe.” he rushed to her and sat beside her on the bed, wrapping his arms around y/n’s shoulders. she cried into his shoulder, “i’m sorry. i shouldn’t have asked them, they were already giving me a place to stay, i should have just been grateful-” “shh. it was my fault, i didn’t think about the baby things.” he cut her off, rubbing her shoulder. “i should have gotten a job, i don’t know what i’ve been waiting for these past 8 months. i’m an idiot.” rodrick half-heartedly laughed, disappointed in himself.

he held her as she continued to sob, the room was quiet other than her cries, it was deafening to him. he hated when she was sad, but that’s all she’s been since she found out she was pregnant, since her parents kicked her out, since she’s been shunned at school. rodrick was surprised that heather was still friends with her, but they have been close since pre-school, so he guessed heather could be a nice friend when she wanted to be.

“i’ll get a job tomorrow.” he stated when she calmed down a bit, “i’ll earn money and we’ll buy this kiddo her things, alright?” he cupped her face with one hand and placed the other one on her stomach. “i’ll do anything to be a good dad for her. i promise.” y/n smiled at her boyfriend, “i believe in you.” she told him, pressing her lips against his. everything will be fine.

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gaypeopleeatchalk · 7 months

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Bing! (Chandler Bing x Male Reader)

It was another lovley day in New York, and our group was sitting in Monica and Rachel's apartment.

"I mean, it's hard to enjoy a cup of ramen noodles after that. I mean, is that ridiculous? Can she believe she actually thought that?" Chandler asked. We all look at eachother before Rachel speaks up first. "Um... yeah" She laughs nervously under Chandler's gaze. "Well I mean, when I first met you, you know, I thought maybe you might possibly be." Chandler looks at her shocked. "You did?" "Yeah, but then you spent Phoebe's entire birthday party talking to my breasts, so I thought 'maybe not'" Chandler sets down his plate. "huh, did uh, did any of the rest of you guys think that when you first met me?" He asked the remainder of us. I coughed awkwardly and Phoebe and Monica replied saying they did. "Not me!" Joey assured. "Yeah, me neither. In college though, Susan Salidore did." Ross answers. "Well did you tell her I'm not?" My heart sank a bit at his words. Like I needed a reminder. "No" Ross replied, resuming eating. He paused again to say "Yeah, it's just cause I kinda wanted to go out with her too. So I told her you were actually seeing Bernie Spellman, who uh, also liked her so." I rolled my eyes. Joey highfived him.

"Well, this is fascinating. So uh, what is it about me?" Chandler asked. "I don't know, cause you're smart and funny-" Chandler innterupts Phoebe "Ross and Y/n are smart and funny and you don't think that about them" My eyes widened a bit at his statement. I actually was gay, well, bi but still. I've hidden it from my friends because I'm not sure how they'd react, especially Chandler, considering I have a huge crush on him. "Yeah, right!" They all laughed and I awkwardly laughed along with them. "Well, what is it?" Chandler asked again, clearly upset. "I-I don't know, you just have a, a quality!" Monica responded. Everyone agreed with her. "Oh, oh, a quality. Good, I thought you were going to be vauge about it." Chandler sighed.

Later that day it was just Phoebe, Joey, me, and Rachel Waitressing. Monica and Ross were visiting their sick nana and Chandler was at his apartment doing who knows what. "Hey, do you guys ever think about, um, if one of us were gay?" I asked hesitantly. I need to come out eventually, might as well test the waters. "I wouldn't really care, I've dated a few girls" Phoebe shrugged, making my eyes go wide. "You have?" Joey and I gasped. "Yeah, it's not a big deal. I mean, I like guys too, it's more about the soul, y'know?" She explained. I smiled to myself and nodded my head. I totally understood what she meant. I mean, sure it helps for people to be pretty, but I've always been more focused on a person's personality than anything else. "Wait a minute, why did you ask Y/n? Did Chandler say somethin to ya?" He asked, sounding a bit hopeful. I looked at him quizzically. "No, why?" His face dropped and he insisted it was nothing.

After a bit Joey went to join Chandler in his apartment, I looked over at Phoebe nervously before scooting a little closer to her. "Um, Pheebs?" She looks up at me to continue. "So, you're attracted to men and women?" She nodded, smiling. "It's ok Y/n, you can say it." Huh, guess she already knew. "I um. I do too." I smile sheepishly. She sweeps me into a hug and squeals as quietly as possible. "Thank god, I know this great guy that you'd absolutely love!" I chuckle at her. Maybe it'd be ok to tell everyone and explore that part of me, maybe go out with a guy or two. "That'd be great, thank you so much Phoebe"

It's been a few weeks since that moment, and I'd decided it was finally time to tell everyone. We were all gathered in the girl's apartment, and I stood up in front of them all. "Ok, so, I have something to tell you all, nut you have to promise me you won't freak out." "Oh god, you didn't get back with Elizabeth. did you?" Monica gasped. I chuckled and shook my head. "No, it's uh... I'm bisexual, it means I um, I like men and women" I smiled sheepishly at the group. There was a moment of silence before Monica and Rachel tackled me in a hug, Joey smiled at me and pats my shoulder, and Ross and Chandler look at me shocked. I was terrified that they'd say something bad but Ross just sputtered out "Good for you!" and came to join the hug. "Ah, what the hell?" Joey smiled and joined in on the hug, as well as Phoebe. Chandler just stood there, gawking, and it terrified me.

"Sooo, any special guy make you want to share the news?" Monica teased after we all had sat back down. Chandler still hadn't said a word. "Well, not yet, but Pheebs said she was gonna set me up with someone." I blushed. "Oh! Oh! Alexander, yeah! He said he's free saturday if you want me to set you up for this weekend!" Phoebe cheered. I agreed to it and everyone seemed really excited for me, except for the silent Chandler.

It was sunday morning, and I yawned as I left my bedroom to grab a cup of coffee. "Hey, N/n, Do you have any eggs?" Joey asked, letting himself into my apartment. "Joe, I gave you that key for emergencies." I nervously laughed, glancing towards my room. "So what? It's not like I'll see anything-" he was cut off by my bedroom door opening and a tall handsome man walked out, calling for me. "Ohhoho, someone got lucky!" Joey teased. I blushed and glared at him "eggs are in the fridge." I grumbled, glancing at the man next to my room. "So, uh, Alex, this is Joey." I awkwardly muttered, The two nodded at eachother. "Hey Joe, whats-" Chandler stopped when he saw the three of us awkwardly standing there. "Oh, that's what." He huffed, before storming out. "What's his problem?" Alex asked.

"So, was he hot?" Monica asked me and Joey. "Yeah" I blushed. "Oooo, I knew you two would get along!" Phoebe squealed. "Yeah, it's great" Chandler mumbled. "What's got you down?" "Nothing" He grumbled. "It's just, do we always have t talk about whowe date? Can't we talk about something else?" and there it is, exactly what I feared. He was uncomfortable with me talking about dating a man. I raised an eyebrow "How come you've never had a problem before?" I asked, annoyed. "Well, I, Uh-" He sputtered. "Look Chandler, if you're uncomfortable with me seeing a man just say it!" I huff, storming off.

I sat alone in my apartment, Snuggled up under a blanket, grumbling about Chandler under my breath. Why does it matter to him who I'm dating? It's none of his beeswax! A knock at my door sounded. "I'm not in the mood Pheebs" I assumed she came to comfort me, but the voice coming from behind the door wasn't hers. "Hey, Y/n, it's me." It was Chandler. I stormed over to the door, swinging it open. "What do you want?" I asked sharply. "Look, I-I, I owe you an explanation" "Sure as hell do" I interjected, stepping aside to let him in. "Ok, look, I've only told one other person this before and I don't know how to say it so I'm just going to blurt it out. I'm bisexual and I may like you" He said the last part faster, but I caught it. "R-Really? All this time you, you liked me?" I breathed. "Yes. E-Ever since I met you, you took my breath away. You're handsome, smart, funny, and-and I've only ever liked one guy in college so I thought it was a phase, y'know? I thought there was no way you would like me, because I'd only ever seen you with girls, and then you came out and I thought about tewlling you but you went on a date with that guy and-" I cut him off by smashing my lips onto his. After a few moments of the best kiss I've ever had, we pulled away. "Wow" Chandler breathed. "Sooo, do you wanna head to your room?" He smirked at me. "Bing!" I gasped and hit his chest.

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gracegrove · 10 months

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Everything I learned about Neil Hargrove in one scene:

He doesn't respect the boundaries of others but expects others to respect and uphold his boundaries.

The example: he yells at Billy to open his bedroom door, as opposed to Susan who just prior had knocked. Both want to talk to him, but only one respects that Billy shut his bedroom door for privacy. Example 2: He walks straight into Billy's room uninvited while Susan stays in the hall. Example 3: while speaking with Billy, Neil becomes surprised and quickly angered that Billy raised his voice. One could argue that this is a matter of manners, how one raises children etc about not raising your voice to your parents. However the main point is that thus far Neil has ignored at least three separate boundaries of Billy's and the moment Billy treads on a single boundary that Neil has... He becomes angry.

Another example Neil was late to return home, but when Billy points that out, it is considered crossing a line. Billy is the one that is flawed. But he is not allowed to point out flaws in Neil.

Neil has a sense of entitlement.

Again with the example of not feeling the need to knock at Billy's door and instead yelling and demanding he open it. So what if Neil believes I paid for the house I own it, I own the door, etc etc. Neil operates with a belief system that if he yells at Billy, Billy will open the door. If he tells Billy to "watch his sister" he'll do it. And so on. And when these high and mighty expectations aren't met. Neil takes them like a personal affront. That Billy's hurting him, making him angry, or possibly disobeying him on purpose.

Neil believes that Billy owes him his loyalty, and that as a son he should be dutiful and ask no questions. Neil believes that he is owed a lot from Billy... He demands that Billy apologize even though Susan says it's unnecessary. The apology truly isn't for her it's for Neil and what he believes he's owed.

Neil uses coercive language.

When Neil has Billy pinned to the wall he uses "we" statements. "What did we talked about?" As if to suggest that this topic is something that was mutually agreed upon rather than just told and yet again expected of Billy.

He then uses more pressured coercive language with an unspoken threat attached. That Billy will sacrifice his date night because he's instead going to prove what a good loving brother he is, "isn't that right Billy?"

Neil uses multiple forms of intimidation.

He mainly uses physical intimidation, entering Billy's room immediately. Using closed off or standoffish body language. He already doesn't believe what Billy is going to say no matter what it is. When Billy eventually does something that Neil finds worthy of biting onto and becoming fully aggressive with he then relies on full eye contact. It's like he hardly blinks compared to Billy and that he's trying to burn holes into him.

When Neil pulls away and it seems like the threat is dwindling Neil turns back and again leans into direct eye contact. He also becomes more tense locking his jaw.

Lastly, it seems that Neil's both promissory and ending notes of intimidation are yelling or otherwise raising his voice. He seems like he quite literally wants to be the one to have the last word. He wants to start scenarios with "or else" and end them with it too. The worst gut churning mic drop of all.

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Then my hand went around to his cock. You keep that up you're going to be in trouble he said. I’m hoping I said. He grabbed me putting me in front of him. Hand going between my legs. As he kissed me. Made me hotter and wetter for him. I turned around and bent over the sink for him. He entered me slowly at first then thrusting hard and deep. I moaned and climaxed. He came shortly after. I told him I’m going to take a shower. Once you’re dressed, we will go downstairs for breakfast he said. I put on a little sundress, and we headed out. David was wearing a T-shirt and jeans. He took my hand as we walked through the lobby to the restaurant. His band members and Josh were already sitting at a table. David headed over to them. They still had menus, so they hadn’t ordered yet. David sat down in the booth told one of them to move over. We looked over the menu. I ordered 2 eggs and a muffin hot tea. David ordered a mushroom, spinach and cheese omelette. Wheat toast, hot tea. He whispered I’m hungry after all that exercise. I smiled. The band members noticed David was in a great mood and smiling. He watched me as I put cream in my tea, then did the same.

That night the show was excellent. David’s performance was fantastic. He was full of energy, dancing all around the stage. Making jokes and the band was teasing him too! They said, David just hooked up with a cop. Have a feeling she is hooking him up with her handcuffs. So, the next night David decided to get them back. During break in between the performance, he had me handcuff his hands behind his back. He came out sideways, then told his band mates. See what you started. Turning around facing them with the handcuffs on. Then he faced the audience. Everyone broke out laughing. Ok! Where is the key. What you going to leave me this way. I said, the possibility is endless. He laughed. I came and undid the cuffs. He rubbed his wrists. Boy those hurt a bit. He reminded me after the show as he was signing autographs that he looked forward to later. Whispering its gift night. Now he’s keeping track. Josh asked David later. Was I right about Susan? Is she your match? David says yes, she’s wearing me out. Josh laughs. He got his gift that night. In the morning we took a shower together. I bent over a bit and backed up into him. Rubbing my bum on his cock. He grabbed my hips entering me. We both orgasmed around the same time. The next morning, I stole his towel from around his waist. Let him chase me down till he grabbed it and me. That night I put a note in his pocket. I’m a really big fan and I would like to lick something. See me after the show in your dressing room. He read the note quickly on stage. He smiled. Put it back in his pocket. When the show was over, he had some autograph for VIP guests to sign. Then he ordered everyone out. He locked the door. Now what was it you wanted to lick luv. This I said, putting my hand on his pants. I unzipped his pants pulling them down. Started licking and sucking on him. Placed my finger underneath his balls lightly rubbing that spot. He felt waves of pleasure shooting through him. He moaned and came. He got me back when we went in the room. Held me down so I couldn’t push away. I had a intense orgasm. He then entered me and I orgasmed again as well as him. David suggested we head for Branson on his two-week break. He already looked over the information I brought him in the box. He wanted to check things out. We rented a car for the two weeks. He told the band members he would meet up with them in two weeks. We packed up and drove to Branson. We called and made reservations at a small cabin in the area. We checked into the place. The desk clerk recognized David. Gave him their nicest cabin. It was nice, good size kitchen and living room, big bedroom with whirlpool tub and stand in shower. Enclosed back porch. Washer and dryer too! Good I said, we can do our laundry. We will have to buy some groceries too, he said. We can save money by making our own breakfast and some dinners. In the meantime, David told his wife to go ahead and file for divorce now, he doesn’t want to wait. So, she did. She would get the house they lived in. We took a nice drive around Branson and looked at the sites. He was impressed with the theaters. We decided to go to a few shows. After trying out the whirlpool tub the night before and fixing our own dinner.

We went to a comedy theater. It was crowded, everyone laughed at the skits they were doing. David was laughing a lot. Then they went on intermission for 30 minutes. The house lights went on. One of the comedians seen David recognize him. Started talking with the other entertainers on the stage. One of them came over to David asking him if he would join them on stage and sing a song or two. I’m sure the band knows a few of your songs. David agreed to go up on stage when they asked him. After a few more skits. We noticed we have a very special guest in our audience tonight. We would love to ask him up to the stage. Come on and let’s convince him to sing a song or two for us. When they said his name, some women screamed. I started laughing. He headed up to the stage. So, what brings you to our little town David? One of them asked. He said checking the area out and taking a break from touring. Well, if you headline in a theater, you will leave us with an all-male audience. All the women would be where you are. Everyone laughed. He sang two songs to applauses afterwards. Now you’re going to have to sign autographs after the show. He did. Asked him how he enjoyed the show. He said he never laughed so hard in a longtime.

It’s so nice to be alone with him. Just the two of us. He enjoys cooking and inventing new dishes. Does not get much of a chance to cook being on the road. I cook some but let him do most of it. I of course clean up, he helps. Did our laundry the first week. We have enjoyed the whirlpool tub and the bigger shower. Of course, we found interesting things to do in both. He keeps track of the third day also. I look forward to it as much as he does. Enjoy pleasing him. I’m happy he is highly sexually motivated. Enjoy that also. He says he never had a woman wear him out like I do. Are you complaining sweetheart I asked. Heck no, I love it. He says. I love the fact you start feeling and go after me sometimes. He is very affectionate too. Holds me and kisses me a lot. When we go to restaurants, he always sits beside me in the booth or close chair. He likes to play too! Never to old to play a bit he says. We went swimming at the pool where we were staying. He attracted a lot of attention wearing his bathing suit. Some people were taking pictures of him. I had to get a robe for him after he came out of the pool after we were playing a bit. I think a few cameras caught a few pictures before he put his robe on. He dragged me back to the cabin after I teased him. We didn’t even make it to the bedroom. The couch was nice. We went to some other shows. Luckily most of the entertainer’s didn’t notice him. A singing family did though. The older daughter was coming down the aisle, during intermission and seen David. Did a double take as she looked at him. It was like she wasn’t sure what she seen. She went running up to the stage and told her mother that he was in the audience. She looked at him. I think you have been recognized sweetheart. He laughed. Afterwards as they sang two songs and finished them. The mother said, David my daughter spotted you in our audience. Please can you sing a song or two with us. The audience started looking around. I encouraged him to go up. Knew he wanted to. He headed for the stage, the mother said oh! Here he comes. Everyone looked and applauded. The mother whose name was Hanger said, oh my he is handsome, still my beating heart. They ended up singing two of his songs together with him. Then she hugged him. Whispering in his ear about meeting up at the late-night restaurant after the show. All the entertainers go there after their shows. David agreed to go and meet up with them. The audience was applauding him, and he returned to his seat. He had to sign autographs afterwards. We headed for the restaurant they mentioned. We sat down at a big table. We sat together in the booth part. David was a bit hungry, so we shared a fruit plate, and ordered some ice cream. Hot tea too. Mother Hanger and her group came in and joined us. David asked her if she thinks there would be anybody interested in him appearing a season in Branson. She said, are you kidding. The theater owners would go to war with each other trying to get you to headline in their theater. You would be one of the biggest names in Branson if you came here. Make sure you get the best deal and a good percentage of the ticket sales. You could rent a nice house here for the season too! David listens to her advice as he already liked what he seen of Branson. I was happy for him. His fans could come and see him, and the tourists would also. He could stay in one place for a while. David was introduced to other entertainers as they came in. We ended up having about 30 people pull up tables and chairs. David kept his arm around my shoulder as everyone talked. Mother Hanger and a few others gave him their phone numbers. We didn’t return to the cabin till about 3 am. We were both tried and went to sleep. We slept till noon that day. Good thing we had nothing planned. He fixed a quick breakfast, I made the hot tea and cleaned up after. Then he wanted to take a bath. I knew what he wanted. Last night was the first night we hadn’t made love since we had been together. He was planning to make up for it. The whirlpool tub felt great. Continues next post 3

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