#I just need to sort out a couple of beats in the next to last chapter

[captainfantasticalright]

In 1985, one of the only persons interested in an interview with a “new” writer called Terry Pratchett, after his publication of the Colour of Magic, was one Neil Gaiman. Neil Gaiman was writing for Space Voyager at the time. "The Colour of Pratchett" was the name given here:

It ran exactly one page inside the June/July issue of that year. The interview took place in a Chinese restaurant in London.

Here is Neil many years later holding that issue. You can see it here if you want. Warning: extremely emotional video.

Neil arrived wearing a grey homburg hat. “Sort of like the ones Humphrey Bogart wears in movies” he later wrote. (Before saying that in fact he did not look like him, but like someone wearing a grown-up’s hat). Terry Pratchett, photo courtesy of one @neil-gaiman, was in a Lenin-style leather cap and a harlequin-patterned pullover. At this point, Terry was already a hat person, although not that hat.

Terry offered Neil this : "An interview needn't last more than 15 minutes. A good quote for the beginning, a good quote for the end, and the rest you make up back at the office"*. (Terry Pratchett had worked many years in journalism by this point ).

But the meeting went terribly well. The two of them realized they had "the same sort of brains". So well indeed, that in 1985, Neil had shown Terry a file containing 5282 words, exploring a scenario in which Richmal Crompton's William Brown had somehow become the Antichrist. Was a collaboration in the cards as of that moment? Not really. But Terry found in Neil someone to whom he could send disks of work in progress and to whom he could pick up the phone sometimes when he hit a brick in the road of his writing.

Terry loved it and the concept stayed in his mind. A couple of years later, he rang Neil to ask him if he had done any more work on it. Neil had been busy with The Sandman, he had not really given it another thought. Terry said, "Well I know what happens next, so either you sell me the idea or we can write it together". **

And as you know, unless you’ve been living in Alpha Centauri, the rest is history. That was the beginning of what would become William the Antichrist and later would get the name Good Omens:The Nice and Accurate Prophecies of Agnes Nutter, Witch. (Title provided by Neil Gaiman and subtitle by Terry Pratchett).

From the introduction to William the Antichrist: “In the summer of 1987 several odd ideas came together: (..)I found myself imagining a book called William the Antichrist, in which a hapless demon was going to be responsible for swapping the wrong baby over, and the son of the US Ambassador would be completely undemonic, while William Brown would grow up to be the Antichrist, and the demon would need to stop him ending the world. The unfortunate demon, whom I called Crawleigh, because Crawley was a nearby town with an unfortunate name, would have to sort it all out as best he could.

It felt like a story with legs.

Terry took the 5,000 words, and rewrote them, calling me to tell me what he was doing and what he was planning to do. The biggest thing he was going to do, he told me, was split the hapless demon into two characters – a would-be-cool demon in dark glasses (which was, I think, Terry’s way of making fun of me, a never-actually- cool journalist in dark glasses) who had renamed himself Crowley, and a rare-book dealer and angel called Aziraphale, who would embody all the English awkwardness that either of us could conceive.”

William the Antichrist being a direct inspiration of the 1976 film The Omen. If the baby swap had just been a little bit messier and the kid had gone off somewhere else he would have grown up as somebody else. “And then there was a beat and I thought, I should write it, it will be called William the Antichrist” says Neil. ***

“The first draft of Good Omens was a William-book. It was absolutely in every way it could be a William book. It had Violet Elizabeth Bott, it had William and the Outlaws, it had Mr. Brown”.

Over time they realized that they would have more creative freedom if they in their own words filed off the serial numbers. William and the Outlaws becoming Adam and the Them.

But the spirit of Just William was never far away.

The joy for Neil was to construct “perfectly William sentences”. The one when Anathema tells Adam that she has lost the Book, and he tells her that he has written a book about a pirate who became a famous detective and it is 8 pages long… that’s “a William sentence”.

Good Omens was also inspired by a particularly antisemitic moment in The Jew of Malta and John le Carre's spy novels. (Neil’s ask)

“When we finished the book we estimated that the words were 60% Terry’s and 40% mine, and the plot, such as it was, was entirely ours.”

(Here are some slides of mine where I go into some other details concerning the origins of Good Omens).

*Quote: from Terry Pratchett A Life With Footnotes by Rob Wilkins, but said by Terry of course.

** All the quotes, facts listed here : see above.

***all other quotes by Neil Gaiman from various interviews and asks I’ll link.

#good omens #neil gaiman #terry pratchett #crowley #aziraphale #ineffable husbands #good omens fun facts #the colour of magic #the colour of pratchett #space voyager magazine

[theonewiththefanfics]

Robbery of a Heart (one-shot)

Synopsis: Robberies are never fun to deal with. Unless it's a certain chef that steals your heart. That is something that can be gotten behind. Real robberies - not so much.

Pairing: Carmen (Carmy; Bear) Berzatto x fem!Reader

Genre: primarily fluff, maybe a bit of angst

Warnings: robbery, mentions of blood, stitches, wounds, swearing, mentions of suicide, minimally edited

Word count: 4041

Calling in just a couple of hours before the opening shift where Y/N should be on her way to help out, was the last thing she wanted to do. In fact, all she wanted was to make her coffee and have her usual bagel with cream cheese, tomatoes and basil before heading out the door and getting to The Bear. Instead, she was stuck in her apartment, with medics and police officers, as well as some concerned neighbours all around.

           Y/N huffed, her leg bouncing up and down as the paramedic finally snipped the ends of the bandages and told her to take it easy for the next few days and to go to the hospital in a week’s time.

           The clock glared at her from her peripheral, counting down the minutes to when her alarm would blare.

           Fuck! Why the fuck did this have to happen on a night when she had a shift the next morning!?

           She dragged a hand down her face when the cops and the medics finally left.

           Mrs Hanover from the third floor gave her a tight smile. “You’ll be okay, sweetie?”

           “I’ll be alright.” Y/N gave her an appreciative hug. “Thanks. Just – just gonna get some more rest.”

           “You do that,” the older woman patted her cheek. With one more backwards glance and a reassuring wave from Y/N, her apartment was vacated.

           Instantly, she latched the new locks, put the chain on and placed a chair underneath the door handle. No more surprises, not after that night.

           Plopping herself down on the couch, Y/N craned her neck back and stared at the ceiling. It was still dark outside, as it usually was when she returned home and more often than not nowadays, when she left for work.

She’d just close her eyes for a moment. Just a moment.

           But the exhaustion and withdrawal from the adrenaline hit her like a brick, and, before Y/N knew it, she was out completely, even with the big living room lights still on. An hour and a half later though, she was startled by the tone of her alarm ringing from her room.

           The panic from the sound was much like when she’d first heard the broken lamp smash to the ground earlier in the night. Y/N’s heart instantly picked up, a hot and cold wave rushing through her veins as she snapped her head from one side to the other, but when she noted the door was closed, the chair still tightly underneath it, checked the closed windows and surveyed her closet and bathroom for anyone who might be hiding inside, Y/N finally found her phone on the floor between the duvet and the cover, turning the alarm off.

           Usually, it would take her an hour to get ready, but she knew that it would be impossible for her to concentrate that day. Opening the screen, she went to her caller list and looked at the top number. One she’d called just that evening when entering her apartment before the big shitshow had gone down.

           Y/N stared down at her phone, the name “Carmy :)” staring right back at her for like twenty minutes before she abandoned the idea of contacting him. Maybe Sydney? But Syd would also flip her shit if she told what had happened. In the end, she settled on Richie. They had a sort of camaraderie going on, but he was the kind of person she knew would take Carmy’s well-being over hers. They butted heads, swore and almost beat up each other, but Y/N knew, Richie loved his cousin.

           She let out a shaky breath as the tone beeped, and then finally, after an agonizing wait, she heard his gruff voice pick up with a “the fuck you want?”

           “Hi Richie,” Y/N stuttered. “I - umm - I need to take today off.”

           “Seriously, Y/N?” he scoffed. “Do you know what time it is?"

           Her breathing was stuttered. “I just – I – shit!” she dragged a hand down her face. “Richie please, just do me a solid, okay? Just tell Carmy I’m sick, and I need today off.”

           “Well, you don’t sound fucking sick, so might telling me why you actually need today off?”

           Y/N worried her lip before saying, “You have to promise me you won’t tell Carmen this.”

           For a moment, it got very quiet on Richie’s end. She heard some shuffling and then a door thudded closed. He was probably in the freezer.

           “Why don’t you want me telling cousin why you’re not coming in?”

           “Richie-“

           “No,” he interrupted her. “You either tell me, or I’m coming over to yours.”

           “Jesus fucking Christ, fine!” she huffed. “I - uh. I sort of got robbed last night, well, this morning, I guess.”

“You got what?!”

“Richie!” she heard Carmy bellow from the other side of the phone even through the closed freezer door while she shushed the man.

“Please just don’t tell Carmen,” Y/N rushed out. “He’ll just worry himself sick, okay? I just need today off, and I’ll be back on track tomorrow.”

“No,” Richie argued. “He has to know!”

“Please don’t! This is the last thing he needs, besides I’m alright, okay? The cops were here,  the locksmith already changed the locks and added a chain as well. Just,” she let out a long sigh. “Just please have my back here. I’ll owe you one.”

“Fuck!” Richie kicked at something, and a bucket or whatever crashed in the background. “Fine. Fine! But are you sure you’re alright?”

“I’m fine,” Y/N said. “Just a bit shaken up. As I said – the locks have already been changed, so I’m good.”

           There was indistinct grumbling from his side before Richie conceded. “If you say so.”

           “I do.” Y/N released a big breath. “Again – I’m sorry. But I’ll be back on track tomorrow.”

           “Just – just take care of yourself, kid. I – shit! Okay… I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“See ya, Richie,” and with that, the call disconnected.

But she wasn’t good. Not really. What she hadn't told Richie and why she’d begged him not to say anything to Carmen, was that during that robbery, she’d gotten injured.

The robber hadn’t thought she’d been home, that anyone was home, and usually, that was true, with Y/N staying way past closing time at The Bear, but Carmen had insisted she go home earlier and get a proper night's rest for once.

They’d had a scuffle, and the man had grabbed one of Y/N’s knives, swinging at her, cutting a large gash right on her forearm. Luckily, that had been the extent of her injuries apart from when he’d pushed her into the table while running away. But she knew, if Carmy saw the stitches, the bandages, he’d flip his shit.

Y/N sat back down on the couch.

What a fucking night that had been.

She barely had any energy to do the basic things like eat and drink water, and her arm had started to massively hurt, so cleaning up the mess left behind by the robber was a complete bitch. By the time noon came, and her stomach grumbled for some food, she could only pop in some toast and put some slices of cheese on top, not even bothering to grill it.

There was a flat bottle of Coke in the fridge, filling the glass only halfway, but Y/N didn’t have the strength for anything else. She just wanted to sleep and forget about what had happened, about the terror coursing through her veins when the man had tried to charge at her, whether to simply restrain her or… or something worse. About how had it not been for the cat living in the flat above which had gotten in through her open living room window from the fire escape and jumped and scratched at the intruder, Y/N would have never gotten the chance to make a run for it.

She’d been by the door when the unmistakable sound of the drawer being pulled open made her throw one glance behind her shoulder.

Usually, Y/N liked the gleams of her knives. She kept them polished, and sharp so that every cut, and slice, and stroke was perfect. But now, all she saw was a murder weapon. One that would end her life.

He charged at her again, and she’d ducked down, right arm raised in defence as the robber slashed. Then her neighbours broke down the door. The ones from two floors down while the robber pushed her into the side of a table, an edge hitting her gut hard enough to leave her in a breathless heap on the floor.

While she lay on the ground, coddling her wounds, Mrs Hanover, the one who’d heard the ruckus happening above her own living room, had rushed to get the burly couple for help, and stroked her back as they dealt with the intruder.

The two men restrained the robber. One of them was a personal trainer, the other a bodybuilder (it’s how they’d actually met and fell in love with one another), and sometimes Y/N would help them build meal plans and actually make them taste out new recipes. She’d never been gladder to have taken that one invite when she’d first moved in for a Friday wine night.

Mrs Hanover had called the cops and the medics, but no one left until the robber had been handcuffed and the paramedics had checked Y/N over. Then, it was back to their own beds.

Except the fear remained.

And the sudden knocks at the door in that moment, didn’t help either.

Her daydreaming had basically taken away her whole day, as she glanced at the window, and the sun was setting over Chicago.

With a groan and a pained hiss, Y/N got up from the couch.

It was probably the guys, coming to check on her.

But when she removed the chair and unlocked the door, the chain still on, she reminded herself to look through the peephole.

It wasn’t the guys from 2B. It was the last guy she wanted to see that day.

Carmy lifted his free hand, the other holding a takeout bag, and knocked again.

Y/N stood still behind the door, not even daring to breathe too loudly.

He shuffled around a bit, an unsure gaze thrown at the entrance.

“Leave,” she begged. “Please go, Carmy.”

Y/N didn’t have the energy, she didn’t want to tell him what’d happened. She hoped Richie hadn’t spilled the beans, but whatever he’d told Carmen, hadn’t been enough to stop him from worrying.

He raised his hand again and rapped it against the door. “Y/N?” this time he called out. “Richie told me you’re sick. Something about pneumonia or a lung infection?”

Of fucking course! Y/N cursed Carmen’s cousin. Pneumonia! Couldn’t he have told him she had a cold? Of course, pneumonia would send him running to hers. She thanked her lucky stars she’d changed into something with long sleeves to cover the bandages at least.

Y/N waited for a few more seconds before removing the chain and opening the door.

Carmy’s face pretty much lit up, a soft smile blooming on his lips as he looked at her.

“Hey, Y/N. You alright?”

“Hey, Bear.” She smiled back at him and nodded. “Yeah, I’m good. Richie is a fucking drama queen. I have the sniffles, not fucking pneumonia. You didn’t have to come running.”

Carmen simply shrugged. “Well, Richie seemed pretty worried. And I brought some food.” He raised the paper bag where a delicious scent wafted from, and not only did Y/N’s nose agree, but so did her stomach, eliciting a loud rumble. Carmy smiled upon hearing that. “Thought you might not have the energy to cook.”

Oh, he had no idea.

She sighed and rubbed at her neck, giving him a tight-lipped grimace, she hoped passed for a smile. “Thanks, Bear.”

As Carmy lifted the bag for her to take he paused, not letting go even when Y/N had grabbed the handle.

“I do have a question though – why did you unlock the door, but not let me in?”

Busted. So fucking busted.

“Umm,” she stammered while Carmen started to take steps closer to her, Y/N retreating inside her apartment as he followed. He closed the door with a small thud.

“In fact,” he placed the bag on the floor, crossing his arms. “I think what Richie and, in turn what you said to him, is complete and utter bullshit. You’re not sick. But something is very wrong.”

“No,” Y/N shook her head automatically. “Nothing’s wrong. It’s just as I said – Richie is too dramatic for his own good.”

Carmen let out a sarcastic chuckle. “Look, I don’t know what kind of an idiot you take me for, but I know you. And I can see in your face, that something is amiss, so just please,” now his voice was pleading, eyes begging. “Please tell me what is going on with you? I was worried sick today, thinking that maybe you needed to go to the hospital, but no one was there for you. So, please, Y/N…”

And the way he said her name, so full of desperation, of care, she almost caved, but no. She couldn’t possibly put that sort of stress on him.

“I’m okay,” she whispered.

“No, you’re not, I can see it in your face. Please, Y/N,” and then he made a mistake.

He grabbed at her forearm, and before she could move it away from his touch, his roughened palm had wrapped around the wound. The squeeze was meant to be comforting, but in that moment, it was anything but.

Y/N whimpered in pain, and the second the sound came out of her mouth, Carmy took a horrified step back. And just her luck as well – she’d started bleeding through the bandages and the sweatshirt, which he obviously noticed.

“What the fuck happened?”

“Nothing,” she shook her head. “I cut myself really bad, that’s all.”

“Bullshit,” his words were snappy. “You don’t cut yourself like that unless you’re running around and tripping with a knife or deliberately do such a thing.” Something flashed in his eyes, and Y/N didn’t like that look one bit. “Or unless someone else cut you.”

She scoffed, taking a step back and casting her eyes to the ground. “It was an accident, okay? Needed to get some stitches, which is why I asked Richie to tell you I’d be out today. I didn’t know how long it would take in the ER.”

Carmy’s steps came closer, as he tried to take her palm, but Y/N wrapped her uncut arm around the bicep of her other one, turning her head to the side so as to not look at him.

“Hey, don’t do that.” Carmen’s voice was soft. “Please don’t do that, okay? I’m worried. What happened?”

“I told you, -,”

“No, you didn’t,” he insisted. “You lied to me, and I’d like to know why. I’d also like to know why you made Richie lie -”

“I got robbed, okay!?” the words exploded out of her mouth before she could push them behind her teeth.

           That made him take a physical step back, eyes instantly shooting around to survey her apartment. She was a messy person as is, but there, by the corner where the fridge was, was the chair she’d rested against the door, and still on the ground pieces of broken glass shone when looking at it from an angle, and oh god, she’d forgotten to clean up all the blood, some of the droplets having dried down to a russet tone, like a dalmatian’s spots on the white tiles.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” he seemed genuinely hurt when he finally spoke up. “Did you, what? Think I’d make you come in?”

“Of course not! I didn’t want this reaction though! I didn’t want you to worry!”

“Of course, I’m gonna worry! God, even if you have a stupid fucking cold I’m gonna worry!”

“Well, don’t! I’m fine!”

“You were injured!”

Y/N rolled her eyes. “I get cut at work all the time.”

“No, you got cut by someone who intended to do you harm. What if it was worse?” Carmen’s breath got stuck in his chest. “What if he’d hurt you worse? I – I can’t –,”

“But he didn’t okay?” Y/N softened her tone, seeing a wave of panic rush over Carmy. “He didn’t, alright. Yes, I have a few stitches now, and will probably have a long scar, and it hurts like an absolute bitch, but he didn’t hurt me any worse than that.”

           “Yes, but what if he had?” Carmy took her by the shoulders. “What if you had ended up with your head hurt? What if he’d stabbed you? What if,” he choked on his words, silver slowly lining the bottom of his eyes. “What if you ended up dead?”

           That made Y/N shut up completely, her lips pressed hard in a thin line.

           She knew about Michael. Of course, she did. She knew, he’d left Carmy The Beef after he’d committed suicide, and how many internal scars Carmen had because of it. Knowing she’d now added to that pain, made Y/N physically ill.

           “Do – do you not trust me like that?” His thumbs gently brushed her biceps. “Just – I don’t –,” he took a moment and collected himself. “I don’t understand why you wouldn’t tell me you went through something like that…”

           “Carmy, no!” She pulled him into a hug and felt his hands wrap tightly around her waist, anchoring himself to her, making sure she was safe and sound and alive. “I trust you, of course I do! It’s just… you already do so much for me… you already take care of me, like fucking now, bringing me food and shit. I don’t need you to worry for me like that any more than you already do.”

           “And what if I want to worry about you?” he muttered the question into the skin of her neck, grip only tightening. “What if I want to spend my days thinking about if you’ve eaten, or how well you slept? If you’re doing okay or maybe need a break? What if I,” he pulled back, taking a deep breath. “What if I want to take care of you when you’re sick… or hurt? What if I want to try and make it better for you?”

           He pressed his forehead to Y/N’s, and she could see it in his eyes when he looked at her from the bottom of his lashes – that fear and hesitation, that anxiety of being rejected or laughed at.

           Y/N glanced down at his lips, brushing a thumb along the bottom one. “You uh – you want to worry like that about everyone? Or just… me in particular?”

           She felt him release a stuttered breath before he whispered, “There is no one else but you.”

           Now Y/N was the one whose breath hitched, especially as their eyes met, cerulean pools boring into her Y/E/C ones.

           Her heart thudded hard against her ribs, and she was sure Carmy could feel its erratic rhythm where his chest was pressed tightly to hers. A soothing hand ran down her back and settled on the small of her waist.

           And then she regretted it. All of it. For being so stupid and thinking she’d be burdening him with that information, for trying to reject his help, his care, because who the hell was she kidding – that moment when Y/N’d felt the knife split her skin open, the first person she’d thought of calling, the first person she knew would come running for her was Carmy.

           Not the police, not the ambulance – but her sweet Bear.

           His hand slipped up along her waist, brushing against her stomach and the side of her breast before settling and cupping her cheek, Carmy tilting her head so she looked at him.

           It took the man a while to gather the courage to say the words, and he was full of nerves as he did so, Y/N had no doubts about that, but she pretty much thought she died when he said, “Can I kiss you?”

           Tears welled in her eyes, and all she could do was whisper a small, “Please,” before she was leaning in. Thankfully, he didn’t hesitate to respond, and they sunk into one another as their lips finally met.

Carmy was very mindful of Y/N’s injured arm, as he wrapped a hand around her waist and neck, holding her close to him, but not touching the wounded limb, while she put her hand against his chest, right in the centre, relishing the feeling of his heart thudding against it, loving the rhythm it beat in, as it sped up when she answered to his tongue’s question and she opened her mouth inviting it in. It was like her own tried to match the rhythm.

The kiss was searing, and filled with passion, months of pent-up pining finally put to rest from both ends, but also soothing. It was like coming home and being wrapped in a soft and warm blanket. Coming to her safe home. Finally.

After what felt like ages, they pulled back, but not completely, Y/N having pretty much a death grip on Carmy’s shirt, and she didn’t know if she had the strength not to rip it off his chest, while his own hands had moved to cup her jaw, not letting her run away from the all-consuming kisses they’d shared.

She could feel he was hard, the prominent bulge in his jeans brushing against her thigh as they’d kissed, and Y/N couldn’t lie and say her own underwear hadn’t soaked the moment Carmy had moaned into her mouth, but she knew she wasn’t up for that. Not yet. And so did he, as his eyes jotted to the scarlet patch on the arm of the sweatshirt.

           “Come,” he was breathing heavily, but a worried look had appeared on his face. “I’m gonna change your bandages, and then you’re gonna eat while I vacuum up the glass on the floor.”

           “Carmy you don’t have to do that…”

           His responding smile was soft. “And you said I could take care of you. So let me.”

           On instinct, she wanted to argue but bit down on her lip. Maybe she deserved to be taken care of.

           With expert skill, Carmy redressed the wound, placing the blood-soaked shirt in her dirty hamper while helping her get a new clean one on, and then the two settled on the same couch Y/N had spent her day, but not before, as he promised, he cleaned up the remaining glass, she hadn’t had the energy to.

           Resting her forehead against Carmy’s chest as he ran a hand up and down her back was the most soothing notion Y/N knew. They stayed on the sofa like that for a while, no TV on in the background, no nothing, just the two of them, soaking up one another’s touch until a thought entered Y/N’s mind.

           She snorted.

           Carmen pressed a kiss to the top of her head. “What’s so funny?”

           “It’s stupid.”

           “Well, will you tell me anyway?” she could hear the smile in his voice.

           “I just,” Y/N huffed, twisting her head so she could look up at him. “I realized, you’re a better robber than whoever the fuck broke into my apartment.”

           A furrow appeared between his brows, his gentle fingers brushing against her cheeks. “What do you mean?”

           “I mean he didn’t even get to steal anything, and yet I let you in ,and you’ve already taken something. Or maybe I even gave it to you.”

           “And what’s that?”

           “My heart.”

           And though it was terribly cheesy, Carmen didn’t dare laugh, not as a beautiful smile bloomed on his face, eyes filled with love. “I’ll keep it safe. If you let me, that is.”

           “I trust you.”

           “Thank you.” And the kiss he gave her was a seal of promise Y/N could feel in her very bones. She knew, though no longer hers, her heart would be safe with him. He wouldn’t break it.

           And maybe she could allow this one robbery, as long as he took care of her like that.

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[lavenderstobins]

It's the third day in a row that Wayne Munson has seen the girl in the diner.

Usually, he doesn't pay attention to new faces. He's been frequenting the diner for some years now and there's often ones he doesn't recognise: people passing through Hawkins, visiting family, etc.

The girl has caught his attention, though. She's sitting tucked into the far corner of the diner, a glass of water in front of her and nothing else. She's wearing the same t-shirt and flannel shirt she'd been wearing yesterday, and the day before, he's pretty sure. She didn't order any food yesterday; she hasn't ordered any food today.

Bev likes to joke he has a sense for kids who need help. Says there's an alarm in his head that makes him worry himself sick whenever there's a waif in need.

She's sitting next to him now, one eyebrow raised. He sighs. Waif in need alarm, indeed.

"What's the deal with the kid?" he murmurs, nodding subtly in the girl's direction.

Bev shrugs. "Beats me. That's Robert's girl, that's all I know."

He frowns. "Robert?"

"Nurse. Took good care of me when my knee went bad." She takes a swig of coffee, her eyes going sad. "Died, oh, maybe eight months back."

Wayne looks back at the girl. She's staring down at her half-empty glass of water. Tucked under the table there's a bulky-looking backpack.

"She got family?"

"Just her mother, far as I know. Met her a couple of times, too. 'Nother nurse. Seems nice enough."

"Hmph." Wayne turns back to his coffee. Ain't his business, he tells himself firmly. He should focus on his lunch.

When he gets up to pay, he glances once more in the girl's direction. He'll give it a couple of days, he decides. If she's still here then, still in the same clothes, he'll see if she's alright.

—

Wayne doesn't even last the day.

He's on his way home from work when he sees movement in a phonebox on the side of the road. The road's empty aside from him, and it's raining, and the sky's getting dark, so it immediately strikes him as odd. When he sees it's the teenage girl from earlier, he nearly crashes his truck with how hard he hits the brakes.

She's huddled down in the phonebox, clasping the backpack he'd noticed. She looks sodden. It had been raining heavier earlier; from the looks of it, she'd been caught in it. Her hair's plastered to her face and she's shivering.

He's winding down his window before his brain's even caught up to the movement. He's actually not sure how to go about it, very conscious of the fact that it's just the two of them out here and she's a teenage girl while he's an old man.

Feeling very much like he's approaching a wild animal, he clears his throat. "You okay, miss?"

The girl jumps, her head jerking up. She looks at him with wild eyes, wide and afraid. She reminds him of Eddie the day he showed up on his doorstep, timid and small.

"I'm f—fine." Her teeth chatter as she speaks. Where is this girl's mother? Where are her guardians?

"You need to call someone? I got a couple o'quarters, I think."

She shakes her head. Wayne frowns. Something ain't sitting right with him.

"You waiting on your ma?"

To his horror, her face crumples, and she buries her face in her arms. He's out of the truck like a shot, rushing over to find her shoulders heaving.

"Now, now—" He's panicking, admittedly. She can't be much younger than Eddie is.

"She—She—" the girl sobs. "She kicked me out and I—I don't have anywhere to go and it's so cold and wet and—and—"

A bout of rage washes over him. He pushes it down, tugging his jacket off and draping it over her shoulders. It doesn't have a hood, but it's dry. Christ, she must be soaked to the bone.

"Listen," Wayne starts, hesitating almost immediately. It's an insane suggestion from a strange man; he doesn't want to scare her off, but he doesn't want her spending the night in this phonebox, either. "I got a kid about your age. My Eddie. You come to mine and we can get you sorted out, okay? Or—Or I can find you a motel room, or something."

Sniffling, the girl looks up at him, wrapping herself up in his jacket. "Is that... is that okay?"

His heart breaks. "Yeah. Yeah, 'course."

She stands, wobbly, still clutching her backpack. She's soaked through like he'd thought, and she shivers once she's in the front seat. He's quick to turn the heating up, starting the truck again, and for a moment he's furious: her immediate agreement, the lack of hesitation about getting into a vehicle with a strange man, makes him boil with hatred towards this girl's mother.

The journey's quiet and, thankfully, not too long. Wayne ushers her into the trailer, already preparing to make a steaming mug of hot chocolate. Eddie's out at Jeff's for band practice, so he says, but Wayne knows him well enough to know he'll come home stinking of weed.

The girl stands awkwardly in the living room, still shivering. It occurs to him, suddenly, that he doesn't even know her name.

Still. An issue for later. He focuses on the hot chocolate. Once it's ready, he hands it over to her, and doesn't miss how eagerly she accepts it.

Only then does he broach the subject. "What's your name, miss?"

She's quiet a moment, cradling the mug in her hands. "It's Robin. Uh, Robin, sir."

"None of that 'sir' business," he says gruffly. "Name's Wayne. Eddie'll be home later but you can have his bed if you need a place to stay for the night."

This might be the most he's spoken in years, trying desperately to come across as reassuring. It breaks his heart how trusting she's being, though.

"Thank you." Robin goes quiet, her fingers curling around the handle of the mug. "I, um, I can pay you back for the ride—"

He waves a hand, frowning. "None of that. I'd like to think if it were my Ed in your shoes, someone would be there for him like this."

She manages a small smile. She's still in her soaking clothes. He hustles over to Eddie's room, raiding the drawers for whatever looks most comfortable. Eddie won't complain, he knows.

Robin gratefully accepts the clothes. He goes back into Eddie's room to give her privacy, unsure exactly how long to wait. There's that stereotype that women take forever to change, right? It must hold some truth.

He gives it an hour, just to be safe. When he emerges, he finds that she's curled up on the couch, out like a light. His jacket's pulled up to her chin like a blanket.

Waif in need alarm. He sighs. Bev's right after all. He won't be surprised if this situation resolves with him having another kid in his care.

Well, Eddie always wanted a sister, anyway.

#wayne adopts robin au #stranger things #wayne munson #robin buckley #eddie munson #my writing #st ficlet #st fic #this ran away from me so unbelievably badly #my wips

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Thin Ice (modern!HOTD)

pairing: Aegon x Reader & Cregan Stark x Reader

summary: The end of the fall semester is a week away! One game left before winter break, and you decide to send Aegon a message.

rating: 18+ (detailed warning below the cut)

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previous chapter ~ Ch. 7: Superstitious ~ next chapter

warnings: p in v, choking, thigh riding, angst, spanking, hair pulling, language

note: hope you enjoy this chapter! don't hate me too much for the angst you know I can't help myself!!

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“I have to go home,” Helaena tells you, dropping her bag and joining you and Sara on the blanket you’ve laid out on the quad.

Sara lowers her sunglasses. The days have turned significantly colder with the end of the semester looming, but today the sun had decided to show itself, leading to many students skipping their afternoon classes to sunbathe on the quad.

“What are you talking about?” Sara asks, eyebrows furrowing together with confusion.

“There’s still a week left before winter break!” you exclaim, motioning to the books you held in your lap.

Finals season. Finals season was killer. 

Aegon had passed his midterms. He’d sent you an appreciative text that sent you spiraling and then hadn’t texted you since. It had been a couple of weeks. You were sure he’d reach out, especially after his annoyance at you avoiding him. 

But he hadn’t.

You wished it wasn’t eating away at you, but it was. Even when you hung out with Cregan, went on several more dates to dinner, the movies, and ice cream. Your mind constantly wandered back to Aegon. 

Bastard. 

“My dad’s getting worse,” Helaena admitted, crossing her legs as she sat.

You and Sara exchanged a pained glance. You knew Helaena’s father wasn’t doing well, his health had been steadily declining the past few years. He seemed to be pretty stable the past year, Helaena hadn’t shared any updates. 

Aegon hadn’t shared anything with you.

Not that he needed to. What were you even? Friends? Classmates? Lovers? You cringed internally at the thought. 

“I wanted to stay for Egg’s last game before winter break,” Helaena said, shaking her head, 

“But..I don’t know. I just have a feeling.”

“What kind of feeling?” Sara probed.

Helaena pursed her lips, eyebrows knitting together. She looked past you and Sara as though seeing something far away that the both of you could not see. 

“Just like…it may be sooner than I thought,” she tells you both, “and I want to be able to say goodbye.”

“What about Aegon?” you blurt out, unable to stop yourself.

Helaena glances at you, but there’s no suspicion in her eyes even as she takes in the blush blooming on your cheeks.

“He’s in the family group chat,” she tells you, “He sees Mom’s texts. I can’t corral all my brothers, they can come if they want to.”

You nod, pulling your eyes away from her gaze.

“Has he mentioned something?” she asks.

“What?” you answer, “To me? Why would he mention something to me?”

Sara grimaces at the defensiveness of your tone. You can feel sweat beading on the back of your neck. 

“You’re his tutor, aren’t you?” she questions.

“We sort of stopped that.”

“Oh,” Helaena says, picking at a loose thread on her jeans, “That’s a shame.”

“Is it?” you ask, “Aegon wasn’t super serious.”

“He was really proud of his midterm, look,” Helaena says grabbing her phone.

She turns the screen to you and you’re greeted by a selfie of Aegon holding the blue test packet up next to his grinning face. His eyes are crinkled with how hard he’s smiling, and his finger points to the B- written in red on the top corner. You can’t stop the smile that tugs at the corner of your lips or the way your heart begins to beat furiously in your chest as you stare at Helaena’s phone.   

“He worked really hard,” you tell Helaena, “But my tutoring days are over.”

“Maybe Lydia will help him,” Helaena muses, swiping through her notifications.

You tilt your head, curiosity gnawing at your insides. 

“Lydia?” you ask, trying to keep your tone neutral.

Sara flicks her gaze toward you, raising an eyebrow. Helaena hums, still scrolling through her phone. Sara bites her lip, fighting a laugh before making a curious face.

“Are they dating, Hel?” Sara asks, and you widen your eyes at her.

Sara merely shrugs. 

“Um, well Egg doesn’t really date, but they’ve been spending a lot of time together since formal,” Helaena tells her, finally glancing up from her phone, “Why do you ask?”

“I’m curious about all the hot men on campus,” Sara says, smiling.

“Gross,” Helaena answers, “Shouldn’t you only be concerned about Jace?”

“I’m very concerned about Jace,” Sara says, placing a hand over her heart, “Concerned about his gorgeous, thick, co-”

“Enough!” Helaena interrupts, covering her ears. 

Sara snickers and you rise from the blanket, gathering your things.

“Where are you going?” Sara asks, watching you pack your bag.

“Class.”

You head out, leaving your friends on the quad without saying another word, stomach churning at the thought of Aegon and Lydia. 

You don’t see Aegon as you’re sitting with Sara in the bleachers before the game. Both of you are clad in Cregan and Jace’s jerseys. 

It’s tradition, the last game before winter break, the end of the first half of the season. 

“You’re dating the goalie, you wear his jersey,” Brandon Karstark had told you.

“Silly superstition,” Arryx argued.

“It’s not like she’s his girlfriend,” Reese Bolton had said.

It was true. You and Cregan had been on several dates and made out in his car, but you hadn’t gone any further. In any way. 

“Doesn’t matter,” John Umber told his friend, “She still has to wear it.”

I see you at another game in his jersey, I’m fucking you in it.

When the team comes onto the ice, the crowd roars, the sound of cheers almost deafening. You watch the team do a lap around the ice, Cregan sparing you a wave, and the flash of a smile, Jace close on his tail. You spot Aegon, he’s hard to miss, at least to you. 

I see you at another game in his jersey, I’m fucking you in it.

His threat lingers in your mind, sending an ache between your thighs. When he looks up at the stands, his violet eyes meet yours. You cross your arms over your chest, trying to make sure your face doesn’t give away any of the mixed emotions you’re feeling. 

Aegon drags his eyes down your face to your chest, drinking in the outfit you’re wearing. You dressed it up, the jersey falling right to the middle of your thighs completely covering the biker shorts you paired underneath. Fishnet tights decorate the rest of your legs and Aegon’s gaze hungrily follows the pattern down to your ankles. 

As he brings his eyes back up to meet yours, you can feel your cheeks burning. Aegon grins, showing all his perfect, pearly white teeth, cocking his head to the side. No words are exchanged between you, but you understand what that look conveys.

You fucked around, you’re about to find out. 

Naturally, after the team wins they head to the hockey house. You’d hoped to cling to Cregan at the party to avoid Aegon, but your plan came crashing down in the last five minutes of the game. A fight broke out on the ice leading to a broken nose and Cregan headed to the ER. 

He insisted you not wait around for him.

“These things take hours,” he told you, voice muffled from the soaked rag pressed against his face, “Seriously, not the first time not the last. Don’t waste your night in the ER.”

So you ended up clinging to Sara instead, effectively cockblocking your best friend to her dismay. 

“Where are you going?” you ask Sara, as she heads upstairs. 

“I’m just running to Jace’s room, will you chill?” she tells you, “Aegon is nowhere to be found. You’re good.”

“Sara,” you begin, but trail off.

What are you supposed to say? Aegon threatened to fuck you, and you went and poked the bear? 

“Relax,” Sara tells you, “I’m going to grab my coat, grab Jace, and then we can go back to the apartment.”

“Promise?” you ask.

“Give me five minutes,” she says and disappears upstairs. 

Five minutes go by. 

Then ten.

Then fifteen.

You text her several times. Nothing.

“This fucking whore,” you mutter, heading up the stairs. 

You’re not sure which room is Jace’s. Last time you were in the hockey house you were wasted before you passed out in Aegon’s bed. You try the first door. Locked. You bang on it for a moment, hearing only giggles, none of which sound like Sara. You move down the hall.

An empty room, a bathroom, two girls who throw a shoe at you when you interrupt their rendezvous. And then a silver-haired boy, sat on a small couch next to his bed, violet eyes meeting yours when you open the door.

Aegon.

Shit. 

“Hey bunny,” he says casually, closing the book on his lap, and tossing it onto a side table. 

He leans back, arms spread over the back of the couch. He’s freshly showered, hair still slick with water, droplets falling onto the white t-shirt he wears. He grins at you, eyes falling to Cregan’s jersey you’re still wearing. 

“I’m looking for Sara,” you tell him, going to close the door.

“Funny you should say that,” he says, standing suddenly.

You frown, trying to avoid glancing down, instead focusing on the dark black of his pupils. 

“Why?” you ask.

Aegon walks toward you, slowly, like a lion stalking its prey. He makes his way in front of you, reaching behind you and pressing the door shut. He’s so close you can feel his breath on your cheek, feel the warmth from his chest. 

“I think she’s preoccupied,” he tells you, grimacing. 

“Do you and Jace have telepathically communicate?” you ask, frustrated, “Seriously? Why is he so okay with your scheming?”

“He’s my bro,” Aegon says, feigning offense. 

You roll your eyes. 

“Where are they?” you ask.

“Don’t interrupt their fuc-”

“I don’t care if he’s balls deep Egg!” you say loudly, “Where are they?”

“Your apartment, jeez,” he says, laughing at the groan you release, “They left out the back.”

“I’m going to kill her,” you tell him.

“Don’t be mad, bunny,” he says, reaching for your hand.

Aegon laces his fingers through yours, watching them for a moment before bringing his eyes back to your face. 

“Don’t look at me like that,” you tell him, but you don’t pull your hand away.

“Like what?” he asks, swaying slightly.

“Like you’re going to fuck me,” you tell him, “Not happening.”

Aegon sinks his teeth into his lower lip.

“If you didn’t want me to fuck you,” he begins, “Why did you wear that?”

Your face flushes as he motions to the jersey.

“I was very clear,” he tells you, “And you’re a very smart girl.”

You swallow as he brings his hand to the collar of the jersey, rubbing the material between the pads of his fingers. 

“You just trying to be a tease, bunny?” Aegon asks, eyes roaming down your figure, “Cause you look fucking amazing. You know how hard I was on the ice?”

Your breathing has turned shallow, coming out in short pants. 

“You wanna feel how hard you make me?” he asks softly, bringing your hand to his crotch. 

You can feel him, hard and wanting, straining against the jeans he’s wearing. Your lips part slightly as he rocks his hips against your hand. 

“You want to go?” Aegon asks, “This is your chance.”

He rocks against you again, pressing himself against your hand. You can already feel the heat pooling between your thighs, the dull ache beginning. You stare at him and swallow the lump forming in your throat. 

“I don’t want to go,” you breathe and Aegon smiles.

He looks up at you as he begins to sink to his knees. He places a kiss on your stomach, down the tops of your thighs, on your knees, before parting your legs. He drags down your biker shorts, throwing them to a corner of his room.

“I’m going to tear these off with my fucking teeth,” Aegon murmurs, mouthing the fabric of your fishnets, swirling his tongue along the smooth skin of your inner thighs. 

You squirm against his mouth as he presses a kiss to your barely clothed core. You grab a fistful of his hair, yanking him away from you suddenly. Aegon looks up at you, the picture of perfection, an angel on his knees for you. 

“Get up,” you tell him, and he moves to his feet, his hands never leaving your thighs, traveling over the swell of your hips, up your ribs. 

You move his hands off of you, pushing a hand against his chest to push him down onto the couch. He sits, head tilted back watching you as you straddle his lap. Aegon wraps his hands around your waist and you remove them once more. 

“No,” you tell him, holding his hands above his head. 

You know you must be blushing furiously, you’ve never been this domineering in bed before. Aegon looks up at you as you grind yourself against him, feeling him grow harder beneath you. His jaw is slack, violet eyes are blown black with lust, never leaving your face with every roll of your hips. 

You tilt your head to the side. Fake it till you make it, that’s what Sara says. Pretend you’re confident.

“Why should you get to touch me?” you taunt, wetting your lips.

Aegon’s eyes widen slightly, surprised by your sudden dominance. He smirks, a small laugh leaving his perfect lips. 

“Oh, you’re so gonna get it,” Aegon says softly, fire in his violet eyes.

He doesn’t stop you though, doesn’t twist his wrists from your grasp. 

“No, I don’t think so,” you tell him, “I don’t share with anyone. Got it?”

“There’s no one else,” Aegon answers immediately, “No one but you.”

You tilt your head to the side, a smirk sliding onto your face. 

“You’d lie to my face?” you tease, “I know you’ve been seeing Lydia, Hel told me.”

“I’m not seeing Lydia,” Aegon tells you, “Well, I’m not anymore.”

You narrow your eyes at him.

“What about you, hypocrite?” Aegon asks, tilting his chin up at you, “Still walking Cregan like a dog, I see.”

Then he tugs his wrists free, snaking a hand around the back of your neck, pulling you closer so his lips ghost the shell of your ear. 

“He fuck you like I do?” he murmurs, pressing a hot kiss below your ear. 

Your eyes flutter shut as his free hand moves to grab your ass. 

“He make you cum as hard as I do?” he asks, kissing a trail down your neck. 

You wet your lips, fingers tangling in his hair pulling him closer.

“Yeah, he does,” you breathe and you can feel Aegon smile against you.

“Fucking dirty little liar,” he says, pressing your lips against his.

The kiss is hungry and desperate; Aegon’s hand holds your neck so you couldn’t move away even if you wanted to. Not that you want to. When Aegon kisses you, you want him to consume you completely. 

He slips you almost completely off his lap, so you’re straddling his thigh. Your eyes widen as he presses you down against him.

“C’mon ride it,” he tells you, “I know you know how.”

You meet his eyes and he grins. He fucking knew. Of course, he did.

You roll your hips against him, just like that first night at the hockey house. His hands cup your ass, squeezing and kneading the soft flesh as you grind against him. 

“Just like that, there’s my good girl,” he purrs, dragging a hand up your back.

You whimper as he wraps his hand around your throat, squeezing just enough for your air supply to be deliciously depleted. The friction is perfect as his jean-clad thigh presses against your warm center, every roll of your hips sending sparks of pleasure dancing throughout your body.

“You gonna cum? Or do you need an audience like last time?” he teases, referencing the party.

“Fuuuck,” you choke, as Aegon tightens his grip and your curse turns into a high-pitched keen as your orgasm floods through you. 

Aegon releases your throat, picking you up and standing, moving to throw you on the bed. He roughly turns you onto your hands and knees. You push onto your forearms as Aegon’s hands move near your center, tearing through the fabric of your fishnets. 

“I liked those!” you hiss, feeling him move the lace of your thong out of the way.

You hear him chuckle darkly, hear the zipper of his pants and feel the tip of his fat cock sliding through your slick folds.

“You’ll like this more,” he tells you, “Promise, bunny.”

Then he’s sinking into you and every witty retort you can think of slips from your head. Aegon rocks his hips against yours and your hands clutch the comforter seeking purchase. You grit your teeth, trying to not give him the satisfaction of a moan. 

“Oooh, you are mad at me, huh?” Aegon teases, delivering a harsh thrust.

You bite the inside of your cheek, falling from your forearms, cheek pressing against the bed as Aegon continues to pound into you, bringing a hand down to slap your ass. The mark stings and Aegon rubs his hand over it before delivering another blow. 

A whimper escapes your lips when he angles his hips just right, the head of his cock bullying into your sweet spot. Your eyes nearly roll back into your head when he leans forward, focusing on the spot he’s located. 

“C’mon tell me how good it feels,” Aegon says, snapping his hips.

He brings his hand to the back of your head, pulling you up by your hair. 

“Tell me,” he whispers in your ear. 

“Fuck,” you moan, unable to help yourself.

“Touch that pretty little clit, right now,” he demands, and you bring your hand between your legs.

You rub nice slow circles around your aching clit, fingertips brushing against Aegon’s cock each time it slides in and out.

“There’s my good girl,” Aegon croons, “Even when she’s mad she listens so well.”

Gods there’s something about his voice, something about the way he talks you through it, it has your back arching, moans and whines spilling from your lips as you’re thrown over the edge once more, cunt spasming around his cock. 

Aegon slows his thrusts as you cum, still painfully erect as he pulls out, tapping the side of your ass. You turn around, laying on your back, panting as you look up at him. 

He holds his tongue between his teeth, eyes falling to your chest. 

“Take that fucking thing off,” he tells you and you move the jersey over your head. 

“And that,” he says motioning to your bra.

That lands on the floor as well, leaving you in your ruined fishnets and thong. Aegon climbs on top of you, dragging his mouth across your breasts, stopping to roll your nipples between his teeth and tug on them harshly. 

He continues to worship your body with his mouth before he slides himself back into your warm, tight center. You lock your legs around his waist, raising your hips to meet his thrusts. 

“Do I fuck better than him?” Aegon asks, “Tell me.”

You meet his eyes then, and you know your facade has faded. Aegon smiles then, showing all his teeth.

“You haven’t even fucked him, have you?” Aegon asks.

You don’t answer, trying to capture his lips in a kiss. Aegon turns his head from your needy lips.

“You are my good girl,” Aegon tells you, sending fire pooling in your belly.

“Yes,” you whimper, “Yes, I am.”

Aegon kisses you then as a reward, slow and sensual as he thrusts deeply into you. He’s so deep inside you, your denials from earlier spill past your lips.

“You fuck me so well,” you whimper, “No one could fuck me like you.”

You know you might regret the confession, but you can’t find it in you to care at the moment. 

“I know baby, love fucking you,” he murmurs against your mouth, “God this pussy, fucking made for me.”

“Fuck yes yes right there-!” you whine as he presses himself into you.

Tears blur your vision as your legs begin to tremble with the promise of your third release. 

“Oh god, oh fuck-” you squeak as your third orgasm rips through you, Aegon never slowing his merciless pace all the while.  

“So fucking good,” Aegon moans as your pussy clenches, milking his cock until you feel him twitching inside you, the warmth of his release painting your inner walls. 

He kisses you slowly and passionately, with his cock still nestled deep inside of you. As he pulls out of your warmth he keeps his arms around you, dragging you to lay across his chest. Your breathing returns to normal, your limbs feeling like jelly as you listen to the steady drumming of his heartbeat. 

“You can’t have it both ways, you know,” you tell him, not looking into his eyes. 

You expect to feel him tense beneath you, to tell you to stop being jealous. Or dramatic. Or not as easygoing as other situationships. Something Jason would say. Something Jason had said to you. 

“You can’t get mad at me for seeing Cregan and then go screw Lydia Tyrell,” you continue, nervously chewing on your lip. 

You feel Aegon’s hand on the back of your head, smoothing your hair. 

“I know,” he tells you, chest rumbling, “I just wanted to see you sweat a little.”

You lift your face, resting your chin on his chest to look at him. He glances down at you, a sly smile on his face. 

“What?” he asks.

“You’re not seeing Lydia?” you ask, heart beating erratically. 

Aegon shakes his head and you whack him on the chest. 

“Ow!” he says, wincing. 

“You’re such a dick!” you tell him and he rolls until he’s on top of you.

He presses his lips to yours and the rude words slip from your mind as his tongue caresses your bottom lip. Aegon presses his body against yours, the weight of him against you bringing a fresh way of arousal to your center. 

“I’d like to be seeing you,” he murmurs against your mouth.

Your fingers tangle in his hair as he nips your lower lip, eager for him to sheath himself within you once more.

“Helaena is going to kill us,” you tell him, kissing him back nonetheless.

“We don’t have to tell her,” he murmurs between kisses.

You freeze suddenly, pulling your lips from his. 

A secret. You’re going to be a secret. That’s almost worse. Shame twists in your gut, and Aegon senses a shift in your mood as you rise, slipping Cregan’s jersey back over your head and your biker shorts back on. 

Aegon sits up slightly, cocking his head.

“What?” he asks, but you shake your head.

“Nothing,” you tell him, running a hand through your hair, “I just have to go.”

“Now?” Aegon asks, his voice breaking into a whine, “Y/N, stay with me-”

“No I have to go,” you insist, grabbing your shoes. 

Your tights are ruined, hanging on you in tattered pieces but you don’t care. You need to get out, need to leave before the tears blurring your vision spill over. 

Aegon’s brow creases, he stands up taking the bedsheet with him, clutching it against his stomach to cover himself.

“Y/N what did I do?” Aegon asks, concern lacing his tone.

You sigh, hand on the door before forcing a smile on your face and turning to him.

“Nothing. You’re just being Aegon,” you tell him, “Forgot who you were for a minute, it’s all good.”

Pain flashes across his features for a moment and a tear escapes your eye. You wipe it away furiously before pulling his bedroom door open.

“I’ll see you around,” you call, not looking back as the dam within you breaks.

You hurry down the stairs and out of the hockey house into the cold night air, hurrying down the quiet streets of your college campus eager to get back to your apartment.

You can’t help but cry, cursing as you pass a group of drunk girls who stop when they see you, insisting you tell them what’s wrong. Finally, you make it home, walking into your dark apartment. You’re greeted by Baela on your couch, who rises as you enter.

“Y/N-” she says, biting her lip.

“Bae? What's wrong?” you ask.

“Helaena called…her dad…” Bae starts, tears falling, “He passed away tonight.”

Your heart nearly stops beating. You dig mindlessly into your purse for your phone, hands shaking.

8 missed calls.

She tried calling you. For the past hour or so. The entire time you were with Aegon. Guilt pours through your limbs and you’re sobbing earnestly now, Baela holding you against her. There’s one more missed call, more recently, just about ten minutes ago.

Aegon.

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[malfoyswand]

𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐬

pairing: draco malfoy x reader

summary: draco malfoy comforts you about your biggest insecurity.

word count: 1.5k

genre: fluff

warnings: bullying, insecurities, one instance of swearing, a little bit of nudity (but nothing sexual)

author's note: honestly writing this was like free therapy to me. i plan to write and post a part two to this (featuring smut, everybody cheer) in a couple of days too!

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You couldn't help but let a sigh escape from your lips as you heard the sound of knocking on your door. Truthfully, if you could have it your way, you would be content with not seeing another human being for the rest of the day.

"Can you come back later? I'm trying to sleep." You called out from your bed, pulling your blankets over your head to block out the knocking. Sleep was far from your mind, you only wished to be alone with your sorrow.

The knocking ceased. Just as you thought whoever it was had walked away, you heard the door creak open anyway. It was probably one of your roommates, you hoped they would leave soon enough. 

You felt someone lift up the blankets slightly and lay down next to you in the bed. Turning your head slightly, you saw it was Draco Malfoy. Your heart skipped a beat when you saw him, but the pain in his eyes saddened you further.

"We both know you're not going to sleep yet, (Y/N)." Draco spoke softly, one of his arms wrapping itself around your shoulders. "Now, please tell me what happened out there."

The last thing you wanted to do was talk about that, but you knew your boyfriend deserved some sort of explanation for your sudden behavior. 

The last Saturday of May was always spent with Draco and his group of friends. It was tradition at this point to spend the whole day at the Black Lake, swimming and getting into all sorts of mischief. However, this year was slightly different. Draco Malfoy had finally asked you to be his girlfriend a few months prior.

While it seemed as if everyone else in the group was ecstatic, Pansy Parkinson was not. You had known for a long time that she had developed a crush on Draco, and wasn't too pleased when Draco had turned her down. Ever since, the tension between the girl who used to be your best friend and yourself has been difficult for you to manage. 

Pansy had finally snapped at the Black Lake and told you how she had felt. While you were watching the Slytherin boys play some sort of game near the water, Pansy sat next to you. The conversation started off pleasant, but it quickly turned brutal.

It started off with Pansy complimenting your navy blue bikini, but in the same breath, she mentioned that "it's brave of you to wear something that revealing, considering your marks and all." Her hands touched the stretch marks on your stomach and thighs, giving them a pinch. You felt your breath become trapped in your throat, she knew they were your biggest insecurity. 

Before you could even think, you found yourself running away from the lake, not even noticing Draco was following your footsteps. 

As you told this story to him, you could see him clench his jaw in anger. "That bitch. Does she not realize what she did was cruel? I'm going to have a talk with her tomorrow, and if she continues, let me know. I will fix this, she can’t talk to you like this and get away with it."

"Draco, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to run off like that. Just give me a minute, I'll come back-" Before you could finish the offer, you felt his lips press softly against yours. He pulled away all too soon, resting his forehead on yours. 

"Oh hush, darling. They'll be alright without us, we're staying right here." To further his point, he pulled you into his arms. There was no other place you would rather be trapped. Only then did you realize he was still in his swim trunks, with no shirt. "I need to make sure that you know you are beautiful."

"I-I'm not." It came out as a quiet, defeated whisper as you felt the sobs begin again. Your insecurities were something you never shared with your boyfriend before, you didn't want to burden him any further. 

"Oh.." Draco slightly panicked, not sure exactly what to do. He had never seen you cry before. "No, no. Please don't say that. Pansy couldn't have been more wrong, you look like an angel. Why would you think any different?"

It was hard to speak, between your cries and your voice being muffled from Draco pulling you closer to him. He wiped away each tear that fell, listening intently as you spoke. 

"Because of what she said. I mean, she was right. I have stretch marks all over me, and the bikini only just shows them even more. I don't know what I was thinking! They make me so ugly and it's embarrassing, when no other girl there had them."

One of his hands moved your chin upwards, forcing your eyes to meet his gray ones. "Stop it right there, (Y/N). You are not ugly, and who cares about some marks? You are absolutely perfect in my eyes."

He must have been able to tell that a part of you didn't believe him. You knew he loved you and would never lie to you, he truly did think you were beautiful. But you couldn't bring yourself to think of yourself in that way.

You felt him shift next to you as he sat up, moving the blankets away so he could see you fully. You were still in that cursed bikini, biting your lip as you realized he could now see you in broad daylight. "Draco, what are you doing?"

"Well if you won't believe my words, maybe you'll believe my actions." A small smile spread on his face as his hands gently found themselves roaming down your body, his eyes soaking in every piece of exposed skin he could. You were about to protest to explain that you weren't in the mood for anything his mind might come up with.

"Before you ask, no, I'm not trying to initiate anything else. Would it be okay if I touched your stomach?" It was as if he could read your mind. You were terrified that if Draco touched your stomach and felt the marks that had invaded your skin, he would become disgusted. But at the same time, his touch was comforting. It was something you knew could calm you down. 

With a nod, he grinned and lowered himself down until his eyes were level with your stomach. His fingertips gently caressed down until they reached your lower abdomen. "Merlin, you're beautiful. You belong in a museum of art, my love."

His words made you blush bright red, as your hands covered your face to hide this fact. "Hardly." That was all you could manage to choke out between your embarrassment and the sobs that still begged to break free from your chest.

"Please, look at me." You obeyed, placing your hands at your side once more and looking down to look at Draco. "I'm not kidding around, you are stunning. If anything, these marks make you even more so."

You felt his fingertips gently graze upon each stretch mark, your breath hitching as he did so. His lips replaced them in an instant, as he kissed each mark he could find. Eventually, the path of marks led him to pulling down your bikini bottom very slightly to only kiss the ones on your hips. 

You knew he could feel every slight bump on his lips, the thought of it filled you with shame. His kisses were feather-like, it was as if he was afraid that if he kissed your skin too hard, you would break underneath him. But as you looked at him, he didn't seem to mind.

If anything, Draco Malfoy seemed to adore it. He kept his eyes mostly on yours, but occasionally, he would look down at the stretch marks before him. His kisses were slow, as if he was trying to take his time in memorizing every curve of each mark. His hands gently rubbed the curves of your waist, smiling to himself as he felt your body relax at his touch.

Once he was finally done kissing each mark he could find, you couldn't help but smile at the look of achievement on his face. His eyes seemed to have a glimmer to them, as if he had just won a prize.

"Actually, I take back my statement from before. You're not just something to be put in a museum for people to look at, until they get bored and move along. You deserve something much more permanent, like a sculpture to last the ages."

"What?" A look of confusion spread across your face. What was Malfoy going on about, comparing you to pieces that belonged in some sort of art collection?

"What I mean is," a soft laugh came from Draco's lips as he laid down next to you again, his fingers caressing your jawline this time around. "You should be worshiped, darling. Please never repeat the words you said earlier. Those marks are breathtaking, I could spend eternity kissing them.”

You could feel the tears form in the corner of your eyes, but from joy instead of sorrow. Draco was puzzled, worried that his words may have hurt you unintentionally. You learned your head into the crook of his neck, feeling his hands caress your back. 

“I thought you would hate them, you know?” You managed to whisper into his shirt. He responded by shushing you, his fingertips finding their way through your hair.

“I could never, (Y/N). I’ve never seen anything, or anyone, more beautiful.”

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[fandomunite2107]

Help Wanted (Pt. 3)

Summary: Finding your place at Carmy’s resturant after you are offered a job (again).

Carmy left your apartment after offering you a job. He needed to get back to the restaurant and you needed to get the rest of your boxes unpacked before you started your new job tomorrow. Before he left, you exchanged numbers and he took your uniform with him saying that he would drop it off at the restaurant that you got it from, but based on his expression you’re not actually sure it’s going to end up there.

As the afternoon turns into evening, you finally have all of the boxes unpacked and everything in its place. Looking around your apartment you feel a sense of accomplishment in everything that you have done within the last couple of days. Your apartment is cleaned, furnished, and all of the boxes are gone through. You also now have a job that will give you some income that you desperately need. Life is looking good at the moment.

Settling on your couch with your dinner, you turn on the tv and find a show to watch. Hearing your notification sound on your phone, you move a pillow or two to see who is texting you. Entering in your passcode, you see a message from Carmy.

*Just checking to make sure that you’re good to start tomorrow.* - Carmy

It takes you a good 5 minutes to write back a reply, hoping he doesn’t see the three dots repeatedly appear and disappear, as you keep deleting your response. You finally settle on a text and send it. You then proceed to check your phone for the next hour to see if there is a response, which there isn’t one.

Needing to be at the restaurant fairly early, you decide to try to get some decent sleep. Washing your dishes from dinner and turning off the tv and lights around your apartment, you start to get ready for bed. Setting your alarm for the morning and picking out an outfit that seems like it would work for a day of sorting papers, you plug your phone in by your bed and get in bed. It doesn’t take too long before you’re fast asleep, only waking up to the sound of your alarm hours later.

Feeling optimistic about the day, you get up and start to get ready. With breakfast eaten and you showered, you finish getting ready. As you grab your bag and cell phone and start to head towards the door you hear a roll of thunder. Looking out the window, you see that the sky is grey, but it doesn’t seem to be raining yet as the sidewalks still seem dry. Checking your weather app on the phone, it looks like there’s a very low chance of rain. Realizing that you don’t have an umbrella, you cross your fingers that the weather will hold out as you make your way to work.

You barely make it to the restaurant in time before a monsoon hits, buckets of water begin to fall down. You hope this nasty weather doesn’t last all day or else you may have to ask someone for a ride home. As you walk into the kitchen area of the restaurant, you see Sugar talking to Sydney.

“Hey you! Glad you’re back.” Sugar smiles when she notices you walking in with your bag. “I have a few things that I need to get done today, but I wanted to be here when you got here to help you get started.”

“Glad to be back.” You say, turning to Sydney. “Carmy not in yet? I figured he’s the type that beats everyone here.”

“Normally, but today he had to drop off a permit at city hall. Shouldn’t be too long.” Sydney says to you as she does her prep for the day.

“Let’s get started. I figured you could try to make sense of all of these piles in Carmy’s office and make an organizational system.” Sugar says as she walks towards the office.

As you follow her into the office and place your bag on the desk, you look around at the piles of papers around the room. Even though you love to organize you know that this is going to be a long process. Turning to Sugar you say, “Hey. I got this, really. You can go do your errands.”

“Are you sure?” She looks hopefully and really you’re kind of looking forward to doing this job on your own.

“Yes. Go. Enjoy your day.”

Picking up her bag and getting her phone and keys out, she rushes out of the restaurant with a quick goodbye to everyone. Skimming the piles of paper around the room, you make piles ranging in a variety of importance on the floor. After a while, you stand up and survey the work that you have done so far, feeling satisfied with what you have accomplished you want to stretch your legs. Walking out of the kitchen and into the front of the restaurant, you see Richie struggling with the crowd that has gathered for the lunch rush.

Richie sees you walk in, “Hey kid. Could use some help. Start bagging up the to go orders will ya?”

“Yeah. Sure.” Walking to the area with the sandwiches waiting to be bagged, you begin sorting through the orders. As you bag the orders and pass them out, you and Richie form a rhythm. You are one order away from finishing up with the lunch crowd, after bagging up the order you call for it to be picked up. A man comes up to the corner to grab the bag, smiling at you as he does. Once he picks up the bag and looks inside he looks up at you and says, “You forgot something.”

“Oh. Sorry about that. What’s missing?” Thinking back and trying to remember what his order was on his ticket.

“My number. You forgot to ask for my number.” The man leans on the counter, smiling as he closes up his bag.

“Smooth man.” You hear Richie say as he gives a nod to the customer.

Carmy picks this time to walk in from the kitchen. “What’s going on here? Why is y/n out front?”

“I was helping Richie out with the lunch crowd.” You say as you turn towards him.

“Cousin chill out. Just needed some help out here for a bit. It’s all good.” Richie states.

“I should get back to the paperwork.” You say, not wanting to cause an issue on your first day.

“Wait. You forgot my number.” Realizing the man was waiting on your response you turn to response to him, but Carmy beats you to it.

“She doesn’t need it. Enjoy your food.” Carmy tells the man as he leads you back into the kitchen.

“That was rude. He wasn’t hurting anything.” You say.

Carmy runs his hand down his face as Sydney approaches with a spoon of sauce. “Chef try this.”

Feeling as though the conversation is done, you head back into the office to get back to work. Hearing the sounds of the kitchen makes for oddly soothing background noise. You are able to go through another portion of the papers.

“Y/N!” A bit confused as to why Richie is yelling your name into the kitchen, you stand up and poke your head out of the office.

“Richie, what’s up?” You say, turning a small shade of red as everyone looks up from their station.

Richie smirks as he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a piece of paper. “You, sweetheart, just got that customer’s number.”

“Ooooo. Was he cute?” Tina says as she cuts vegetables at her station.

“Richie. What the fuck are you doing?” Carmy says looking not too pleased about the situation.

“What?! Just passing along the information to our y/n here. He seemed like a good guy, he tipped well.” Richie says as he walks to you and hands you the paper.

Taking the paper and putting it in your back pocket, you feel as if you are being watched. Looking up you see Carmy giving you an expression that you can’t quite figure out. Figuring it’s best if you get back to work you head back into the office, trying to decipher what that look was and coming to the conclusion that it’s useless to try to understand.

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[judeloverr]

I really have a thing for domestic fluff can we get one where kylian is having a bad day like maybe he lost a gamw or something and when he sees you he begins to feel better about it and you take care of him

sad - kylian mbappe

summary: basically what the request says, just changed a tad

kylian mbappe x reader

word count : 1.1K

authors note: god damn it’s been a fucking long time but i’m baaackkkk

you watched the tv screen as the camera directly focused on your boyfriend who was walking toward the tunnel to get away from the pitch and the screaming Bayern fans as they celebrated the win against PSG allowing them to be in the next round of the champions league. you sat comfortably on your sofa, wearing one of kylians shirts and a pair of cotton shorts.

you could sense Kylian getting angry due to the constant camera being in front of him while he walked down the corridor, walking through a door into the changing rooms.

you sighed slightly, knowing he was going to beat himself about it and re-watch the match over and over again and pinpoint each moment he could have done better to score a goal. you knew him more than he knew himself, he would be sad for a couple of days, being extra clingy with you, and constantly wanting hugs. you pulled out your phone deciding on whether to text him or not, however, you knew it would make him feel better if he got a message from you.

kyky❤️❤️

i am so proud of you, don’t beat yourself up. ill be in bed when you get back but call if you need anything and there’s food in the fridge if you want. see you later love you lots xxx

you press send and turn off the tv, nothing was happening only the commentators talking about psg performance. after getting everything sorted downstairs, putting his food which he probably won’t eat on the side and you finally made your way up the stairs, the sleep slowly creeping up on you making your body tired while walking up the stairs and your eyes starting to stop slowly. 

3am

you were woken up by the shuffling of the bed, jumping slightly whole body aware, totally forgetting that kylian was coming back. you breathed in deeply and watched him move the duvet over the both of you.

“it's just me” kylian whispered, lying his head on his pillow, you could tell by the frown on his face that he was very disappointed in his team's performance.

“you scared me” you laughed lightly, turning on your side to face kylian, putting your hands under your head to get more comfortable. kylian moved over to you, putting his face into the crook of your neck, knowing he wanted to rest on you, you moved onto your back allowing kylian to rest his head on your chest. his arm going under your shirt to hold your waist, squeezing your hip lightly and exhaling deeply. your nails made their way to his bare back scratching the skin, relaxing him instantly.

“how was the flight?” you could feel kylians fingers moving against your stomach relaxing you, sleep overtaking your body slowly.

“it was fine” you heard kylian take a deep breath, his head digging closer into your chest.

after a couple of seconds of silence, you decide to ask, "kylian you can talk to me you know?"

kylian stayed silent for a second before moving his head from your chest to your pillow making you shift on your side, faces very close your noses were almost touching. kylians eyes are fixed onto yours, and you notice his tired eyes and drained-out face. your hand made its way to his face, palm laying on his cheek and your thumb rubbing under his eye softly, watching him as his eyes slowly shut and open again.

"i know, it's just hard and i feel a lot better now at home with you, you should have seen me earlier, i was alot more emotion" kylian laughs lightly at the last bit, bring a grin onto your face aswell.

"i just-" he stops and opens his eyes to see you directly focused on him. "i just keep replaying the match, why didn't i just run a bit faster to get the ball or why didn't i do a better tackle on him or pass the ball differently, like my brain won't fucking stop and its pissing me off" kylian finishes his rant anger in his voice, he breathes heavily and brings his head closer to yours, noses actually touching now.

"i know baby" kylian smiles lightly at the nickname, you knowing he loves it and always makes him feel better. "i know you feel like that, i can see the gears in your head constantly turning and sometimes i see you replaying the match on your phone thinking i don't see" kylian lightly chuckles, his hand making its way to your waist and his legs moving to get tangled with yours "but remember its not all your fault, your a team and you work together and today just wasn't one of those days, so don't take all the blame because I can tell you its not your fault''

you stay silent, thumb rubbing his cheek again. kylian doesn't say anything but you watch his eyes move to your lips, eyes, and then lips again. you feel his hot breath against your lips, waiting patiently for him to kiss you.

you watch as he leans in, placing his warm lips on top of your cold ones. kylians hand goes to your head, bringing you in closer. his lips move against yours slowly and gently. your breath hitches as he bites your lip and groans leaving his mouth as you scratch the back of his head.

you pull away a smile printed on your face as you watch kylian go back into his oringal postion.

"you know i love you right?" kylian questions.

"i don't know, do you?" you laugh at kylians face, and he squints his eyes at you.

"well i do, i tell you every day that i love you" kylian pulls you closer to him, allowing you to rest your head on his chest, his hand going on your back rubbing up and down gently.

lifting your head to look at your boyfriend, his face trained on yours, not saying anything. you start to wonder if you said anything wrong.

''what?"

''nothing'' kylian unexpectedly rolls over pinning you down on the bed while he hovers over you, a laugh leaves your mouth as the movement wasn't expected from you. ''it's just that i love you so fucking much and you make everything better, and really don't know what i would do without you mon amour''

his little confession made your heart melt, warmness fills your body, and butterflies in your stomach. '' i love you too, so fucking much" you grab his face with your hands and pull him down to you, you don't miss the subtle shift in his hips against yours. you go to his lips but purposely missed them and go to whisper in his ear.

"why don't you show me how much you love me, kyky?"

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[patdkoala]

Not So Perfect Family

Pairing: Joel x Female Reader  Warnings: Smut, Joel being Daddy obvi, Ellie being the teen daughter we all once were, found family, slight choking if you squint, unprotected sex (I mean where would you even find condoms in a apocalypse?)

Joel and Ellie were doing just fine on their own and they were just trying to get by. It wasn’t until they arrived in the town that Joel’s brother was in where Ellie hit it off with one of the older women in town. (Y/N).

She is smart, courageous, loud, determined, and basically the mother that Ellie always needed. 

After Tess passed, Joel and Ellie both needed that motherly figure around them to keep them both in check. 

Except Joel won’t except (Y/N) around. 

“I don’t need you mothering me. I’m not the 14 year old,” he said to her while she helped to clean his wounds. “Fine, bleed out and die for all I care but don’t you dare get mad at me when that little girl in the other room kills herself because she doesn’t have you around anymore,” (Y/N) said back to him as he then just rolled his eyes and let her continue to help him. 

They all went on hunts together and they stuck together like a family. 

When they got captured or taken in by other people, they were always asked if they were a family. Joel at first hated when people would just assume that he and (Y/N) were a couple and that Ellie was their child but now he’s gotten so used to it and Ellie is more his daughter than she ever was anyone else’s at this point. 

It honestly wasn’t until Ellie told Joel to make a move on (Y/N) that he noticed how close they actually were.

“Why don’t you just ask her out or something?” Ellie asked as she put on her jacket. Her and Joel were going out to go get dinner. AKA they were going to go shoot down a rabbit or deer of some sort while (Y/N) stayed back and rested since she had gotten pretty beat up in the last fight they had with a clicker. No one got bit but it sure did get close.

“Right, I’ll just take her to Olive Garden,” Joel said as he cleaned out his rifle. “What’s Olive Garden?” Ellie asked with curious eyes. “It’s- nevermind. I’m not going to ask (Y/N) out because that is not important,” Joel said as Ellie shrugged.

“Well, I think it is important because everyone needs some lovin every once in a while and I know you haven’t had any since Tess and I don’t think (Y/N) has had many boyfriends because I heard your brother call her stand-off-ish. Whatever that means,” Ellie said as (Y/N) walked in the room.

“Who said I was stand-off-ish?” “My dumb brother.” “So you don’t think I am?” She asked as she placed her hands on her hips. “No, I definitely do but my brother had no right calling you that,” Joel said as (Y/N) smiled at Ellie. 

Joel and Ellie left and when they came back the house looked almost clean.

They had found an abandoned house in the woods and it hadn’t been destroyed by infected or ransacked by hunters. It was almost in pristine condition. Except for the fact that there is no running water or gas. So they made all their food on a campfire in the backyard and they promised to only stay there during the night. In the daytime, they will try and get to the next town over to get more essentials.  

Joel cooked up a mean rabbit in the backyard while Ellie changed out of her snow covered pants. (Y/N) and her made up a board game without a board. Sometimes Joel would join in if he wasn’t in a grumpy mood. 

But for some reason, tonight felt different. 

They had had many nights as a family together. Nothing new there. But for some reason when they finished dinner that night things were different. 

“You should get some sleep, kiddo,” Joel said to Ellie as (Y/N) finished braiding her hair. “Fine, but in the morning I demand more stories about BP (Before Pandemic).”

“Alright. Just head up and We’ll come check in on you in a minute,” He said as (Y/N) tied off the braid with a ribbon and then Ellie ran up into the child’s bedroom that was perfectly left undestroyed in the home. 

There were three bedrooms in the home. It was a nice home. Joel could only assume that there was a big family living there before because in what is now Ellie’s room there is a bunk-bed, a desk, a crib fit for a toddler, and it had a beautiful sliding door closet.

Joel’s room is the second biggest room across from (Y/N)’s room. Joel’s was probably the office since their isn’t a bed in that room but a nice couch. He insisted on taking that room only because he knows it’s not right to take a nice big queen sized bed from a woman like (Y/N).

“We should clean up and lock up,” (Y/N) said as Joel nodded silently and then he got up and locked the doors and put a dresser in front of the front door like he had for the past month of them living there and then he put a desk in front of the back door and a string attached from the desk to the dresser so that while they are upstairs if someone or something breaks in then they will know. 

They headed up the stairs and they snuck quietly into Ellie’s room. She was tucked under the covers of the bottom bunk and she actually looked peaceful. “Good night, baby girl,” Joel whispered as (Y/N) smiled at the man.

“What are you smiling at?” He asked as she turned a bright shade of red. “Nothing, I just love your love for her. It makes me almost forget that the world ended. Because when I look at you and her I can almost think for a small minute that you two are actually a father and daughter and we are just a happy family not fighting for their lives,” (Y/N) said as Joel then went to wipe away a tear from her eye. 

She hadn’t even noticed she was crying. 

“If the world hadn’t ended, I would have never met you,” He said as she smiled. “That’s not completely true. Because I like to think everyone is always connected. And that maybe we would have met it just would have taken a while and we probably wouldn’t have been as close as we are now.” 

“We could be closer,” Joel said as they both realized they are now standing outside of Ellie’s room. (Y/N) had her back to the door and Joel was standing awfully close to her. 

“Joel, what are we doing here?” (Y/N) asked in a sort of out of breath state. 

“Whatever you want me to do.”

And with that he wrapped one of his hands around her face and another around her waist as he pulled her close to his body and into a deep kiss. 

Her hands traveled throughout his hair and she tugged slightly which caused a moan to fall from his lips. 

He noticed that might cause Ellie to wake so he picked up (Y/N) from her ass and had her wrap around his body so they could go into (Y/N)’s room. She was the one with the queen bed and all. 

(Y/N) fell to the bed so effortlessly and Joel hovered over her slightly as he pulled off his many layers of clothing. 

“Take off your clothes,” He demanded in a hush bedroom voice. Not the mando voice.

She took off her clothes and then they both froze for a short second realizing that they were standing and sitting there completely naked and about to have sex for the first time in god knows how long for either of them.

In that very moment they both just smiled at each other in an unspoken consent and then went back to locking lips with each other.

Joel had one hand wrapped around the back of her neck and another on her thigh as he kissed her. (Y/N) didn’t know what to do with her hands. She kept moving them all over his body. She didn’t want to ever forget this moment.

“Just fuck me,” She moaned as he chuckled into her mouth and then like a good boy, did was he was told.

Their bodies fit so perfectly together like puzzle pieces. But like, the lost ones at the bottom of the tray. 

Joel started off slow and then once he knew she was comfortable he worked up a steady pace and went faster. The only problem to that was she started to make noises. 

“You need to shut the fuck up or else you might wake the kid up,” Joel demanded as (Y/N) tried her best to contain her moans.

“I- uh- can’t - oh- fuck- please- don’t - stop- uh-” She said what little she could in broken english. Joel just continued to fuck her until he felt himself getting closer and her pulsing around his throbbing dick.

“Please. Don’t stop” She finally said in a complete sentence as Joel thrusted one last time as he came in her and then she came shortly thereafter. 

They laid in bed motionless for a good hour before they noticed the sun coming up so they got dressed and went to sleep. 

In the morning, Ellie woke up first, per usual, and she went into (Y/N)’s room but to her surprise found Joel and (Y/N) cuddled up together.

“Did you two finally fuck or was this to just keep warm?” Ellie blurted out as Joel threw a pillow at her. “GET OUT, ELLIE!” He yelled as she giggled and ran out of the room.

“Glad to see that even if we aren’t her mom and dad we can still traumatize her like parents,” (Y/N) said as Joel smiled and then rolled over to go back to sleep after muttering something or other. 

#joel miller x reader #the last of us #pedro pascal #ellie the last of us #joel and ellie #joel smut #daddy is a state of mind

[littlexscarletxwitch]

another idea! someone harrassed you online and Yelena does her spy stuff, gets the dude to Actually apologize and Mean it. and then as she's comforting you she's like...sneakily going down to eat you out and make you forget about stupid boys.

-💦🍯

── ༊*·˚⋆ 𝘄𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝗹𝗲𝘁 𝗮𝗻𝘆𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗵𝘂𝗿𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂

paring: yelena belova x fem!reader

tag(s): nsfw, smut with some plot, it's actually not that dirty, I mean it is but I was hoping for it to be sweet and lovely and cute, not sure if it worked out tho, yelena being the overprotective gf she is

warning(s): MDNI, +18 ONLY read at your own risk, explicit wlw smut, wlw sex, vaginal fingering, oral sex, mentions of online harassment, mentions of a boy being a dick (I hate men), yelena wanting to kill said man because he made r cry, grammatical errors, unedited

word count: 1.7k

note: NONNIEEE, I'm sooo sorry it took me so long to write this. But I'm so glad I finally get to post this one. I really hope you like it, and I'm sorry if it's not as dirty and smutty as you wanted it. I still need so practise lol. Thank you for the request, anon, ily. I'm not an english speaker, so please let me know about any sort of mistake. Love y'all, M <3

requests are open! + check my rules + masterlist <3

To say she was pissed was an understatement, she was furious, she felt as if her blood was boiling, and all she could see was mad red.

She closed her eyes, trying to calm her breathing and all she could see was you. Everytime, her mind took her back to a couple of hours earlier in the day, and there you were crying, brows furrowed, bottom lip trembling and your phone in front of your eyes. Her heart skipped a beat once she took a look at you. She felt the muscular organ breaking into a million pieces, you looked so small, and fragile, like a lost puppy.

“Y/n? Baby, what happened?” Yelena asked, concerned and worried in her tone.

“Nothing, nothing. I just…,” you sniffed. Tears rolled down your cheeks as Yelena’s thumbs gently brushed them away.

“It’s not ‘nothing’, Y/n. What happened?” she took your phone from your hands, leaving it on the floor and wrapped her hands around yours.

“People can be so mean. Why are they mean, Lena?” you sobbed, your head fell on her shoulder as you let the river of tears flow.

It took you a while to finally open up to her because you wouldn’t stop crying. Yelena’s heart sank into her tummy as she listened to your words carefully. The sadness she felt for you soon shifted into anger as she realised the reason why you were crying was because of some stupid miserable insensitive boy.

Some brainless damned bored fucker had made some online comments about you. She scoffed, how did that asshat dare to make you cry? How did he dare to say those awful things about you? Was he really that bored to mess with you? Was he really that miserable to make other people cry? And you of all people. Why did it have to be you? You who were so sweet to everyone, including people you didn’t even know. You who would never talk shit about anyone. You who would always take care of everyone else before yourself.

It was Yelena’s job to take care of you. All she wanted was for you to stop crying and to make you feel better, so she made it her mission, literally. She wasn’t good with her words when it came to you, she felt like she could never say the right thing to make you feel better, so she did what she did best, and made it her next mission to find this repulsive freak and make him pay for all the tears you had shed because of him.

You were so tired from all the crying that soon enough you had fallen asleep on her shoulder. She carried you up to your shared bedroom, tugged you in, left a soft kiss on your forehead and got to work.

Tracking this guy down wasn’t hard at all, the jackass was careless, he probably thought that leaving hate comments here and there wouldn’t cause him any kind of problems. But boy was he wrong.

She breathed out one last time, trying to not let her anger get the best out of her, and then she opened up her eyes. There she was, parked right outside Jared’s house. She wasn’t sure what she was going to do, she felt like she could just kill Jared for what he put you though. But she knew you wouldn’t like that nor would it help you.

“Okay, here it goes,” she said, getting out of the car.

She impatiently knocked on the door, making no attempt to stop the loud knocking until Jared dared to open up.

“Jesus, I said I’m coming,” she heard someone say from the other side.

As soon as the door was unlocked, she pushed it open and made her way in.

“Hello, Jared,” she said, shutting the door behind her with a fake small on her lips.

“Who the fuck are you?” he sounded as angry as Yelena felt.

“We are going to have a chit chat, Jared.”

“I don’t know who the fuck you are. You are going to leave or I’ll call the cops,” he stepped forward, trying to intimidate Yelena. She just rolled her eyes at the action.

“I’d like to see you try,” she said, pushing him back strongly enough for him to lose his balance and fall on his butt. “You see, Jared—.”

“How the fuck do you know me?”

“You said some things that I didn’t like,” she ignored him. “In fact, I’m really pissed off at the moment, so much that I feel like I could just rip your head off,” she chuckled as she watched the horror in his eyes. “You fucked up, Jared. Big time. You made the person I care most on this planet cry, and I hate you for that.”

“Look, I don’t know what you’re talking about. You got the wrong guy, I swear I didn’t—.”

“Oh, really? So you are not @jaredrocks.com?”

“I, um…,” he hesitated, swallowing down the lump that had formed on his throat, which didn’t go unnoticed by Yelena.

“Yeah, I figured,” she clicked her tongue in annoyance. “So here’s what you are going to do, Jared,” his face went pale as he noticed Yelena’s mood change, he could tell she was getting angrier by the second and he didn’t want her to snap. Not after she pushed him to the ground so effortlessly.

All he could do was nod as Yelena talked, “You are going to come with me, apologise to her and you’ll promise that you would never do bad shit ever again, Jared. Because if you do, I will find out and I won’t be holding back next time. Got it?” she raised her brow at him for Jared to quickly nod again. “Great! Get on your feet.”

Once Jared and Yelena made their way to your shared apartment, she quickly pulled him out of the car and to the front door. You were waiting for them, well actually just Yelena. She had called you earlier and told you to be outside, she said she wanted to show you something. You felt a chill crawling up your back once you saw a man walking next to her.

“Baby, this is Jared. He has a lot to say to you.”

“Jared? I don’t understand—.”

But you were quickly cut off as Jared began to ramble about how sorry he was, that he didn’t mean to hurt you, that he was just bored and sad, that he was a pathetic little douche bag —Yelena made him say that— and that he would never do something like that ever again. That he regretted ever doing something like that. Suddenly it hit you, he was the prick who wrote that shit about you.

“You really hurt me, Jared.”

“I now can see that. I’m really sorry. I won’t do it again, I promise,” you could only nod at him, biting your lip to stop it from trembling.

“Okay. You’re done here, Jared. Now, get lost,” Yelena patted his back motioning for him to walk away.

“But I don’t—”

“Get lost, Jared,” Yelena repeated herself, this time her tone was harsher and Jared got the memo.

Once he was out of your sight the two of you made your way inside the comfort of your home. You still felt weird about the whole situation. You appreciated Jared’s apology, but you couldn’t stop thinking about all his mean comments.

“Y/n, stop doing that.”

“Doing what?”

“I know you are thinking about everything he said, but you must know that he was full of shit,” she said, making her way towards you on the bed.

“Lena, I just…” she could see the tears forming in the corner of your eyes.

“Y/n, you are the prettiest, smartest, kindest girl I ever had the pleasure to meet. You are so full of light, Y/n. Don’t let an asshole like Jared put you out, you hear me?”

You nodded, battling the tears.

“Let me show you how special you are, Y/n,” she said as she brushed her nose against your cheek, her lips impatiently searching for yours.

Her lips muffled a gasp coming out of your lips. Like usual, her lips moved perfectly in sync against yours, soft and rough. Her tongue danced around with yours. Her teeth biting your bottom lip. You could feel the butterflies in your stomach as your skin set on fire just with how close she was.

“Make me forget, Yel,” you said breathlessly in between kisses.

Your back hit the bed as Yelena got on top of you, her lips never leaving yours. You wrapped your legs around her hip and quietly moaned once your clothed core made contact with hers.

“I love you so much, Y/n,” she mumbled against your skin as she trailed a path of wet kisses along your jaw.

Somehow in between kisses and soft caresses, Yelena got your body bare. She left a kiss on your forehead, one on your left cheek, another right in between your breasts, and one on your abdomen before making her way to your aching wet core.

“So perfect,” you heard her say before the room was filled with your loud moaning.

She sucked, bit, kissed and licked as she pleased, making a mess out of you. Gently but eagerly she pushed two fingers inside of you, a moan escaped from Yelena’s lips as she felt your cunt clenching around her fingers. She kept a steady pace, slightly curling her fingers to get you to enjoy it as much as you could, as her lips worked on your clit.

Your hands flew to her hair, tugging at it, pushing her even closer to your cunt. And with a loud cry you came undone on her mouth. Yelena’s lips moved fast to drink up every bit of your juice she could as her tongue helped you ride your high. Once you were finished, she left one last kiss on your cunt and went to cuddle you.

She tugged you in, making sure you were warm and wrapped you in between her arms, leaving small kisses on top of your head.

“I won’t let anyone hurt you ever again, Y/n,” you heard her saying as you drift off to sleep, tiredness getting the best of you. “Never again, I promise.”

Likes, comments and reblogs are appreciated! <3

-M

#yelena belova #yelena belova x reader #yelena belova x fem reader #yelena belova x y/n #yelena belova x you #yelena belova imagine #yelena belova smut #florence pugh #florence pugh smut #littlexscarletxwitch's fic #requests by lovely anons ‘๑’

[five-rivers]

Prompt for the most embarassing situation in which Danny has gotten will-o-the-wisp-drunk? That's one of my favorite headcannons you've made :]

The first sign of trouble came when Tucker was standing at his locker, trying to remember what classes he had that day. One minute, he was bemoaning the A/B schedule forced upon them this term by the ghost-induced teacher shortage, the next, something cold and heavy was draped over his back and shoulders.

His first thought was that the jocks had bought a bunch of bargain bulk ice from the corner store and decided to dump it on him all at once. But ice didn't shift its weight or say things like, "Hmm, Tucker, you're so warm," or "Tucker, are you sick? Do you have a fever?"

"I'm not hot, you're cold." Crap. "I mean, I am hot, but not, like, temperature." He wriggled around to face Danny.

Danny looked up at him (because the only person in their grade who Danny beat out in the height department was Mikey, and Tucker didn't think that would last much longer) with an expression that managed to be both dreamy and concerned, and a pair of massively oversized pupils.

"Tucker, you shouldn't come to school if you're sick."

"I should be saying that to you. Are you concussed?"

"Mmm?" said Danny. "Sorry, I couldn't hear you over the singing."

Yeah. Okay. He was concussed. Ugh. At least he wasn't prophesying yet. Danny's concussion-induced clairvoyance could get uncomfortable.

Tucker took him by the arm and pulled him into a classroom that hadn't been used since Mrs. Hogarth took early retirement way back at the beginning of the year. He led Danny to a desk and sat him down.

“I’m going to go get Sam, okay? Stay here, don’t scare any freshmen.”

“Uh huh,” said Danny, leaning forward to stare at the table. “Wow, there are a lot of little dots here.”

“Yeah, okay,” said Tucker. “Just. Stay.”

He peeked out into the hallway, hoping that Sam would magically be there, even though her locker was in a different hallway. She wasn’t. Heck. He shut the door behind him and started power walking. He wanted to run, but he didn’t want to get detention… or start a mini-panic because people thought he was running from something. Both things that had happened this year. To Tucker.

Jeez, he hoped Sam was already here. He did not do terribly well with concussed Danny. Then again, Sam didn’t, either. No one did, except maybe Jazz. But he wanted the backup.

Luckily, Sam was there, glaring at her locker with the same sort of strained, half-awake confusion Tucker had been experiencing less than ten minutes ago.

“Sam, we have a problem,” said Tucker.

“Huh? What?”

“A Danny problem.”

That got a greater portion of her attention. “What happened?”

“I don’t know yet. He seems concussed. Kind of, you know, help. Need it.”

“Right,” said Sam, ramming books back into her locker, heedless of bent pages or order. “Where is he? Locker?”

“No, Dash isn’t here, yet,” said Tucker. “At least, not that I’ve seen.”

“Great.” She slammed her locker. “Do you know how he got concussed? He was fine when we left last night, wasn’t he?”

“Yeah, but he said something about doing another loop.”

“But he didn’t call us.”

“I can’t control that.”

“I know, I know,” said Sam. “Sorry. Where is he?”

“Mrs. Hogarth’s old room.”

“Great. That’s out of the way, at least. And it’s too early for the couples to start in on each other…”

“Uh huh,” said Tucker, following her as she strode down the hallway. “Sure is.” Like he knew when the couples ‘started in on each other.’ Actually, why did Sam know?

They got back to Mrs. Hogarth’s room, and Sam walked right up to Danny, who was bent over the desk and was staring at it intently, his nose less than an inch from the surface. She knelt next to him.

“Hey, Danny?”

“Hm?”

"What happened last night after we left?" asked Sam, shaking him slightly to free his attention from the wood grain of the desk's veneer. "Who did you fight?"

"Didn't fight," said Danny.

“What?”

“What?”

“What did you do last night?” asked Sam.

“I went and played– I played with the wisps in the park. We had lots of fun. Mhm.” He nodded. “They’re my friends. They’re– They’re good friends.”

Will-o-the-wisps were lovely, friendly ghosts. They attached themselves - socially, not literally - to more powerful ghosts. They filtered ambient ectoplasm and emotional energy into more readily usable forms in exchange for protection. They also cuddled, chimed, sang, ate candy and earwax, and played tag. They were multitalented like that.

However, when half ghosts were given lots of ghost energy at once they experienced some side effects. It was something to do with the interaction of their human bodies with their ghostly ones. If wisps weren’t careful with their energy output, they could trigger those side effects.

That was to say, Danny wasn’t concussed, he was high.

This was bad.

“How long did this take to wear off, last time?” Tucker asked Sam.

“I don’t know,” said Sam. “I was too busy to time it. Danny, when did you play with the wisps?”

“Huh? Sorry, the music is too loud, what did you say?”

“When did you play with the wisps?”

“Last night.”

“When last night? Like, how long? What time did it say on the clock?”

Danny frowned at her for the first two questions, then brightened at the third. “Clockwork’s my friend, too,” he said. “But I didn’t see him.”

“Dude…” said Tucker. “Maybe you should call in sick or something.”

“But I’m not sick,” said Danny, “and I have, I have a test. A test. I can’t miss tests.”

“Danny, you are high. You can’t stay here. You’ll get in so much trouble.”

Danny sniffled. “I can’t miss tests.”

“His attendance is really bad right now,” said Tucker. “Remember what Lancer said a couple days ago about parent teacher conferences.”

“Oh my gosh. Frick. Okay. We’re going to figure out how to hide this.”

Danny brightened. “Sam, you’re the best.” He leaned forward and planted a kiss on her cheek.

“What,” said Tucker, before Sam could explode or immolate or however it was she was going to react to that, “none for me?”

Danny blinked up at him brightly, then stood up and walked right through the desk (and Sam’s arm), and leaned forward to plant a kiss on Tucker’s nose.

“You’re both the best,” said Danny, happily. Then he sat down on the floor.

Sam sighed. “That always feels weird. Do you have any hoodies? Mr. Falluca won’t ask him to take down the hood.”

“I might,” said Tucker. “Let me go check.” He dashed back across to his locker, and shoved his books to the side. There, under his chemistry text, was a hoody… an older one, yeah, and it could probably do with a wash, but it wasn’t like Danny would notice until he was back to normal.

He freed it, shook it out a couple times, turned - and was knocked on his back by Skulker and Danny as they swooped by, locked in an aerial wrestling match. They zoomed down the hallway, then turned sharply right, phasing through the wall and into a classroom. An occupied classroom, judging by the screams and how people started pouring out. There were some more, more distant, more muffled shouts.

The courtyard.

Tucker grabbed his lipstick laser from his locker and started running to the doors at the end of the hall. Sam passed him, wrist ray active, but pointing steadily down at the ground. She burst through the door long before him. By the time he got out, Skulker had Danny-as-Phantom in a net and was alternately monologuing about how he was the best hunter ever and berating Danny for not giving him a good hunt. Typical, really.

Less typical was the way Danny let Skulker swing him around, smiling vaguely and humming all the while.

“Spectators,” hissed Sam, glaring at all the other students in the courtyard. “I’m going upstairs.”

“Got it,” said Tucker, breathlessly, his PDA in his offhand. Skulker had gotten most of the Purple Gorilla malware out of his suit’s systems, but not all of it. It was actually kind of funny. He must have rebuilt his suit a dozen times, and he got new tech and new software every time, but somehow, he always put something in that had the Purple Gorilla programs back into it. It’d be better for him to start from scratch, but of course Tucker wasn’t going to tell him that.

There it was, the tiniest backdoor he could get into with just a touch of bluetooth.

Sam started shooting at Skulker from above. Good, good… He wouldn’t be able to react nearly as quickly when Tucker did this.

Skulker’s hand, the one holding the net, and, by extension, Danny, fell off. Danny stayed exactly where he was in the air, the net now hanging off him, and Skulker’s mechanical hand hanging from the net.

“Aren’t you supposed to be doing something?” Sam asked, frustrated.

“Oh,” said Danny. “Yeah!” He pulled out the thermos and hit the suction button. The net was, of course, still in the way, so it sucked the net in first… But Danny was behind it, and the thermos was inside the net, so, effectively, all it did was tighten the net around Danny, who finally dropped.

Tucker continued to press buttons. One of these… No, one of these…

Skulker’s fallen hand sprung open, and the net got sucked the rest of the way in. Danny pointed the thermos at Skulker, and he was promptly sucked in as well.

Then Danny stood there, blinking, in the middle of the courtyard, as various teens cheered and shouted things like “that’s so cool, Phantom” and “you’re the best, Phantom” and “date me, Phantom!”

And Danny wondered why Tucker got jealous. Like, Tucker loved the guy, but he didn’t really do anything this time.

As Tucker watched, wondering when Danny would remember he had to fly off sooner rather than later, a tiny purple spark flew out of Danny’s left ear, and a slightly larger red spark flew out of his right ear.

“Thank you for the music!” said Danny, happily, waving at them.

"You've got to be kidding me," said Tucker, watching the wisps fly away, out of the courtyard.

Danny's head snapped towards Tucker, and he flew over. "Hi!" he said, beaming, and planted a kiss on his eyebrow.

In the middle of the courtyard.

Right after a ghost fight.

In front of all the Phantom ‘phanatics’ who decided to come watch a fight Danny was losing.

Oh. Tucker was going to die. Killed by Danny’s rabid fans. What a way to go.

Danny, for his part, drifted up and away, slowly fading out of sight, either ignorant or uncaring of the fate he had just doomed Tucker to.

Tucker scurried back into the building and down the hallway, and didn't stop scurrying until he was back in Mrs. Hogarth’s room. Sam was, of course, already there.

"How do you always get places before me?" asked Tucker.

"I exercise. We really need to find out if ghost narcan is a thing."

"You think?"

Danny leaned forward and kissed Sam on the ear. He giggled. "They like- my friends, they like earwax."

Sam sighed. "We know, Danny."

"At least he waited until you weren't in front of everyone."

"Oh, yeah, speaking of which, any last requests before your untimely demise?"

"Wisps are banned from my funeral."

#danny phantom #answer #ask #prompt #prompt fill #prompt fic #prompt work

[munsonfamilyband]

So, since my last post kind of popped off, I decided to continue it. Here’s part 2 of the Different Meeting AU:

Robin knew within a week of that first hangout that Steve was interested in someone. She ambushed him at their new job, demanding he fill her in. What follows is a very awkward coming out on Steve’s part (“Why didn’t you say anything when I came out to you??” “I was still drugged! I forgot!”) and then an even more awkward explanation of who he is interested in and how they met. Robin was unsurprisingly supportive and helps wingman from the background, which mostly consists of getting Steve in progressively tinier clothes for his and Eddie’s now biweekly smoke sessions.

When they finally do get together, Steve clears it with Eddie before telling her the next day at work. She jumps up and down from excitement and demands to meet him. And just like that, Steve had two best friends who also get along, and one of them was also his crazy hot boyfriend. The next six months pass in a haze of happiness, until it pops on a particular Saturday morning in late March.

Spring break has just started, and Steve is only a little grumpy. Eddie had called Family Video yesterday around lunch time to tell Steve he wouldn’t be able to come over right after the game that night because he had a client coming over. This didn’t upset Steve, what left him so grumpy was that Eddie had said he would call after the client left and he never did. Steve isn’t insecure, after 6 months he is very secure in his relationship. No, Steve isn’t insecure, but he is clingy so he always gets a little cranky when he hasn’t seen Eddie in a bit.

Robin picks up on his mood as soon as he picks her up, because of course she does, and she spends the next couple hours joking with him to try to bring up his mood. It actually starts working a bit before his mood crashes back down when he tunes into the news playing on the TV. On the screen, grainy as it is, is a trailer he knows just as well as his own house, with a very familiar van parker outside it. The words “murder” and “Hawkins High student” sink into his brain and the panic starts to set it.

“Robin.” Steve calls her name, but she’s still busy sorting movies, so he calls her name a couple more times before reaching out to grab her wrist without taking his eyes off the screen. “Robin, I need-“ The panic leaking into his tone finally gets her attention and she spins around to look at the TV just in time to hear the reporter say that Eddie is currently missing.

“Oh shit- okay, Steve, I need you to take a deep breath for me. Come on, deep breath.” She turns him toward her, holding his face between her hands. “They said he’s missing, so he might be okay, we don’t know right now-“

“But he might be hurt, whoever did this, they could have taken him-“

“Steve, you need to breathe-“ Her attempts at calming him are interrupted by the bell above the door, getting them both to turn around and face Dustin and Max. The four of them stare at each other for a beat before Dustin speaks.

“How many phones do you have?”

“What?” Steve manages to snap himself out of his panic in the face of Dustin’s own fear.

“How many phones do you have?”

“Uh, Two I think? Why-“ Steve is cut off by Dustin throwing his bag over the counter and leaping over it, knocking tapes onto the floor. “Hey, dude, no! My tapes! Can you explain why you need our phones?”

“I don’t have time for this, Max, could you..?” Max rolls her eyes but turns to Steve and Robin to explain.

“Last night I saw Eddie Munson come home with Chrissy Cunningham, and then 15 minutes later I heard screaming and I saw Eddie run like hell out of his trailer. I was able to see inside this morning and Chrissy was laying on the floor with her eyes sucked out of her head. Now, we’re trying to find Eddie.”

Steve feels like his stomach has disappeared, replaced entirely with a solid ball of fear. He thanks whatever is out there for Robin, because she speaks up before he has to try.

“You don’t think- is this another mall situation?” Steve can feel his knees shaking and Robin grabs his hand tightly to support him.

“I don’t know, but it seems like it might be.”

Steve takes a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down and pull his shit together before speaking up.

“Dustin, grab your shit, let’s go.” Without even waiting for an answer, he grabs his keys and starts walking for the door. As he’s walking he turns to walk backwards, seeing no one moving. “Let’s go! Do you want to find Eddie or not?” Continuing his path out the doors he hears Dustin yelling questions at him, but he can also hear him scrambling to get his stuff together. By the time Steve reaches his car everyone has nearly reached him and he doesn’t hesitate when getting in his car, starting it as everyone gets inside.

Robin sits in the passenger’s seat and keeps shooting his worried glances. Dustin and Max keep asking questions, but Steve ignores them, only listening to Robin.

“Are you sure you know where he is?”

“Yeah, we’ve been here a bunch lately. Rick’s in prison right now so no one comes around the house but us.”

“Okay, if you’re sure, then I’ll trust you.”

“The only other place I can think he would go would be mine, but he would have shown up last night-“

“I’m sorry, do you and Eddie KNOW each other???” Dustin’s words manage to finally pierce the wall of focus in Steve’s head, but Max responds before he can answer.

“Duh, Steve is at Eddie’s all the time.” Dustin stares at Steve like he’s grown another head.

“And no one said anything, why???”

“It was funny.”

“It was FUNNY?!?! What the hell, Steve?!”

“Language, Henderson.”

“Oh my god, now is not the time-“ Steve pulls into the driveway of Reefer Rick’s house, slamming the car into park.

“Shut up, we’re here. If you’re coming, then get out.” Without waiting for any answers, Steve climbs out of the car, rushing over to the front door. “Eddie? Eddie, are you here?” Peering through the windows Steve can see the remnants of the picnic they had at the house the weekend before, but no sign of Eddie. Dustin, as tactful as ever, starts banging on the door and yelling. “Dude! He’s in hiding, be quiet!”

“He needs to know it’s us!” Steve groans, leaning against the siding of the house.

“Hey guys, look!” Max yells over from her spot in the driveway, and Steve suddenly remembers the other part of the property.

“The boat house, how did I forget the boat house.” Their group run over to the boat house, pushing inside with Dustin calling out Eddie’s name. Steve grabs an oar, carefully walking around the boat house. Knowing Eddie, he would be terrified and when he’s spooked he gets aggressive. With this knowledge, Steve should have been more prepared when Eddie jumps out of the boat and shoves Steve up against the wall, broken bottle held to his neck.

Steve watches Eddie’s eyes flit across his face, watches the recognition down across his features and he watches as Dustin’s words sink into Eddie’s head. Steve just grins shyly at Eddie with his head tilted back to avoid to sharp glass.

“Usually I wouldn’t be opposed to this, but there are children here.” His joke does what Steve had hoped, making Eddie huff a laugh and stumble backwards to sit down.

“What are you doing here?” Steve feels his heart crack at the fear still lacing Eddie’s voice, and he carefully slides over to Eddie’s side. He holds a hand out to stop Dustin as Steve settle in next to Eddie, prying the bottle out of his hand and gently laces their fingers together.

“I saw the news this morning, and then Henderson showed up at Family Video looking to find you. I figured that I could save us some time and just come right here.” Eddie manages to tilt one side of his mouth up in a small grin, clearly happy to see Steve despite the anxiety of this whole situation. “Eddie, what happened last night? You said you had work, what happened?”

Eddie grips Steve’s hand a little tighter, his other hand coming up to rest on the back of Steve’s neck and takes a deep breath to speak, but because he has no filter, Dustin interrupts him.

“Okay, what is happening right now? Before today I didn’t know you guys even knew each other, and now you’re holding hands? Why are you guys sitting like that? How do you even know each other? Why did Steve know you would be here?” They both glance at each other, making meaningful eye contact before coming to the same conclusion. Eddie simply shrugs.

“Me or you?” They had thankfully discussed this before, and Eddie worked some gay couples into his campaigns to see how the kids would react. They all seemed okay with it, so they weren’t terribly worried about telling the truth.

“Who do you think he’ll be more mad at?”

“You, probably.”

“Fair, you should say it then.” Eddie grins and turns to Dustin to speak.

“I’m dating your babysitter, surprise. Now can we get back to the cheerleader in my trailer?”

“Yes-“

“No! You’re DATING??!?! And you never said ANYTHING?”

“Dustin, now isn’t the time-“

“Henderson, we have a much bigger potential problem and we need to figure out if that is what’s happening.” Steve levels Dustin with a glare, which seems to knock some sense into him.

“Fine, but we are discussing this later.”

“Thank you. Go ahead, Eddie.” Eddie leans his forehead against Steve’s temple briefly to stabilize himself before he launches into his explanation of the previous night’s events. As he tells the story the dawning horror in Steve’s gut grows stronger, knowing with awful understanding that the upside down was, in fact, back, and the one person he wanted to protect was now part of it.

“Okay, Eds, remember how you asked about my nightmares and I told you that you wouldn’t believe me if I told you?” Steve can see Eddie beginning to put the dots together, the same fear Steve feels being reflected back at him now.

“Yeah, and I told you I would always believe you.”

“Well, I’m gonna hold you to that now. It all started on November 6th, 1983, the night Will Byers disappeared.”

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I do have more ideas about this so if you want more, let me know.

#stranger things #eddie munson #steddie #steve harrington #Different Meeting AU #that last part became my most popular post in like a day so heres more lol

[eddievanhammettmunson]

Rescue The Princess

Eddie x Female reader

Author's note- Hola gremlins. I’m back with another Eddie one shot cause I can’t resist so I hope you enjoy it! Feel free to give feedback and make sure to show your support! 8.3k words

Warnings- 18+++++ Minors get out please. This isn’t for you <3. So we have smut. Oral female receiving, unprotected p in v (wrap it up guys don’t be stupid like them), foul language, violence, a creepy old man at one point so be warned, mention of blood, nude photography. If there’s more don’t hesitate to let me know.

Summary- after meeting the new girl who works at the arcade Eddie Munson finds himself head over heels for the girl he wants to call his princess.

“I’m sorry Henderson I have no idea when dig dug will be back up. Kieth said he called a guy to take a look at it but I don’t know yet.”

“Shit, shit, shit! My high score!”

“I mean Max still had the highest score on the game so you’re not losing much. You still have centipede and I heard you still have to beat Lucas on Dragon's Lair? Plus there’s plenty of other games to play in here. You’ll live.”

As you head back behind the counter you watch the young boy make his way round to Dragon’s Lair as he begins to try and rescue the princess. It’s a slow day so Henderson and his friends are pretty much the only ones in the arcade right now. They continue to play for a while until the bell goes off and you turn your attention towards the door.

Steve, Robin, and someone you didn’t know walked in right on schedule like he did everyday after he finished his shift next door at Family Video. He claps his hands together to get the attention of the young children playing their games. “Come on twirps it’s time to go!”

Dustin automatically begins arguing with Steve about needing a couple extra minutes because he’s so sure he’s going to get the princess this time.

As Steve and Dustin continue to argue, Robin and her friend make their way to the counter.

“So y/n how long have the kids been bugging you today?”

“Well I know they were here for Kieth’s shift this morning so pretty much all day.”

Robin chuckles and you turn your attention to the man standing next to her. He’s taller than you and pretty intimidating except for his big wide eyes that seem to be piercing into you.

You reach out a steady hand to shake his.

“I don’t believe we’ve met before. I’m y/n y/l/n.”

He finally gains some sort of sense and straightens out and shakes your hand.

“Nice to meet you. I’m Eddie Munson.”

As he continues to shake your hand it doesn’t dawn on the both of you how long the handshake actually lasts until Robin clears her throat and gently nudges Eddie. He finally retracts his hand leaving yours feeling a little empty.

“Well it’s nice to meet you Eddie. How do you know everybody?”

“Oh well you see I run this club that some of the kids are in. You might have heard about it…”

“WAIT! You’re the guy Dustin’s always talking about? From Hellfire right? You do appear to be as cool as Dustin said.”

The blush that crosses Eddie’s face doesn’t go unnoticed but it does go unspoken.

“I’ll have to talk to Dustin and figure out why he hasn’t mentioned the amazing girl at the arcade then cause it’s truly criminal that I didn’t know about you till today.”

Finally Steve walks over dragging Dustin away from the machine and to the counter. You turn your attention to Dustin. “So Dustin, did you get the princess this time?”

“I would have if Steve would let me finish my game!”

Steve scoffs “oh like yesterday? Or last week? Face it man the princess just isn’t meant to be yours. Now come on I gotta drop all you guys off before your parents beat my ass.” Steve led all the children outside and you stood there alone with Eddie and Robin for a moment.

“See y/n you should trade jobs with me for a day so I can babysit the little demons and you can stock movies with Steve all day!”

“Love ya Rob but I quite enjoy my little gig I’ve got going here by myself. How about you Munson?”

“What about me?”

“You got a job?”

“Oh yeah I help fix up cars at the mechanic up the road. Lot less people to deal with face to face.”

“Ah I see. Not a people person?”

“Well the opposite. People don’t seem to be too big a fan of me in this town so I steer clear for the most part”

Robin laughs “bullshit tell that to your lunchtime shows in the cafeteria or your run ins with the Hawkins basketball team.”

Eddie looks a bit coy after being exposed by Robin’s comments.

Steve yells something outside to Robin and Robin says her goodbye and leaves you at the counter with Eddie. Who leans on the counter to talk to you some more.

“So uh y/n? Why haven’t I seen you around before?”

“Well I moved here not too long ago and Keith was nice enough to get me this job here.”

“Oh I see. Was wondering why I hadn’t seen you at school before. You starting anytime soon?”

“Yeah actually I start after break. At least I know I’ll have at least Robin to hangout with.”

“Hey you got me now too. We may not be the most popular but I promise all my boys in hellfire would love to know you.”

“Yeah Dustin’s told me a lot about your hellfire. I might actually have to see what all the hype was about.”

You move from behind the counter with some cleaning supplies and go to wipe down the machines. Starting with Dragons Lair to get Dustin’s snack covered fingerprints off of the machine. Eddie follows you.

“So Eddie shouldn’t you be going before Steve threatens to tear your head off?”

“What? Oh no I drove myself here. You see that van outside?”

You turn around and look out the window at Eddie’s van that happens to be parked right next to your car. You turn your attention back to the machine and continue cleaning until Eddie asks you a question.

“So you ever play any of them or just babysit the machines all day?”

You scoff “well of course I play Munson. What would I be doing on the slow days? I’m the only one who was able to beat Lucas’s score on Dragon’s Lair. How about you Munson? You ever played?”

“Nah I don’t come in here often without Dustin or the kids and usually it’s just to drop them off. Came here plenty with my band mates back in the day.”

“Band mates?”

“Oh yeah I’m in this band. We play at the hideout on Tuesdays. You should come see us.”

“I usually work Tuesday nights but I’m sure I could convince Keith to give me the night off or let me out early.”

“Wow I didn’t expect you to actually say yes.”

“Why wouldn’t I? You seem nice enough and I could use more friends in town.”

Eddie looks at the time and realizes he’s really late for band practice and if you’re gonna come to a show he definitely wants the time to perfect his set. Although he doesn’t want to stop talking with you. He promises himself he’ll come back tomorrow to see you.

“Hey y/n I gotta go but I’ll see you around all right?”

“Yeah definitely!”

You watch as Eddie leaves and you begin to wonder if anything you said had driven him to leave so suddenly. Choosing to try and ignore his sudden departure you turn your attention back to the machine and continue to clean.

****

“Where the hell have you been man? It's been an hour and a half?” Gareth was fuming. Sure it wasn’t unusual for Eddie to show up a little late but Eddie was never this late.

“Sorry man. I just met this amazing girl at the arcade and lost track of time” he picks up his guitar and gets into position to play but the other guys aren’t having it. First he’s late and then he talks about a girl. Eddie never talks about girls. Sure he’s banged chicks at the hideout but Eddie Munson talking to a girl and losing track of time? Now that was a sight to see.

As Eddie stood up front by the microphone he started to strum his guitar but no other instruments were joining in. So with a heavy sigh Eddie turns back around to face his band mates.

“What?”

Jeff and Gareth looked at each other and back to Eddie. Gareth was the first to pluck up the courage.

“A girl?”

“Yes. A girl. You know that other half of our species? Females? Do I need to spell it out for you Gareth the great?”

“Come on man. You can’t just mention a girl like that and then tell us nothing about her?”

“Well. She’s a girl. She works at the arcade. And she’s amazing. What more do you want to know?”

Jeff finally chirps in. “Is she hot?”

Eddie flicks his guitar pick at Jeff. “Not that it’s relevant or but yes. She’s very hot. She looks like. Like. Like a princess? She’s gorgeous”

Eddie couldn’t help but smile as he described you. Remembering how stunned he was to see someone so beautiful at the counter rather than Keith.

“So what about her, had you so distracted that you were this late for band practice?”

“Well I was actually telling her about the band. Asked her if she would wanna come to a show sometime and she actually said yes. Soooo stop talking so much and let’s practice.”

Eddie turns back around and begins to play the guitar again and this time the instruments join in. Creating a beautiful metal symphony that Eddie hopes you’ll appreciate.

****

After work you got in your car and headed home. As you drove home you couldn’t help but think about Eddie. Sure you’d met a few people since coming to Hawkins but none quite like Eddie. Sure you hadn’t started school yet and you were bound to meet more people but something about Eddie had you transfixed. Still wondering as to why he left so suddenly today. Had you said something wrong?

Reaching your home you get out and walk inside. Seeing a note that your parents were gone yet again. You decide to roll a joint and get a little stoned. School was only a few days away and you were rather nervous. You’d always been considered “popular” at your other schools but you wanted a change this time. You didn’t want the parties and the drugs and the assholes. You want a better life this time. But for some reason your life always seems to attract the popular crowd. Maybe this time you can find a way to deter them.

You fall asleep thinking of ways you can deter the popular crowd yet as you sleep you manage to dream of Eddie. Nothing specific. Just flashes of his smile and his face. Lulling you into a deep calming sleep.

***

The next day Eddie had actually woken up before noon. He called Steve and told him that he would pick up the kids and take them to the arcade today. Steve was grateful because now he only had to worry about getting Robin.

Eddie then got on his radio and told Dustin to tell the others to be ready because he was picking them up today. Dustin tried to protest and tell Eddie to do it himself but Eddie said if he didn’t than Dustin would have a very special path to walk on the next campaign so Dustin decided to just do it.

When Eddie got to Dustin’s house and Dustin hopped in the car, Eddie already knew he was in for quite the car ride because of the shit eating grin on Dustin’s face.

“So why’d you wanna pick us up today Eddie?”

“No reason Henderson just had some free time and figured Harrington could use the day off.”

“Oh so this has nothing to do with y/n?”

Eddie's face turned a bit red and his grip on the steering wheel tightened.

“What are you talking about Henderson?”

“Y/n. It was so obvious yesterday that you were throwing yourself at her.”

“I was not!”

“Oh really. That 5 minute handshake was really something.”

“1.the handshake was not that long. 2. How would you even know? You were fighting with Steve the whole time?”

“Yeah I was fighting with Steve and yet the stench of you flirting with y/n was so strong that I could smell it across the arcade.”

“Shut it Henderson before I disband hellfire just to spite you.”

“Fine. But if you ask me I think she was flirting back.”

Eddie quirked an eyebrow and turned his attention from the road to Dustin.

“You think?”

“I thought I was supposed to shut up about it.”

“Dustin.”

“Fine, fine. But she’s usually not that smiley around other customers.”

Eddie smiled at the comment and turned his attention back to the road as he continued to the other kids' houses. After getting all the kids loaded in the back of his van now looking like a major kidnapper. He made his way to the arcade.

***

Walking into the arcade has Eddie immediately disappointed when he sees Keith at the counter and not you. Keith was nice enough to inform Eddie that you didn’t start work that day until 2 pm so he had about an hour to wait for you.

Dustin couldn’t help but laugh at Eddie for even asking and Eddie smacked Dustin on the arm for laughing at him.

Dustin, Mike, and Lucas made their way over to Centipede and Max, El and Will went over to play air hockey. Eddie joined each of the kids' games for a few minutes to pass the time until he found himself standing in front of Dragon's Lair. He saw Lucas score in second place and then he assumed your initials were in first place.

He stood there for a moment before sitting at the machine and deciding to give it a go. It was actually pretty fun and reminded him of Dungeons and Dragons. He ended up passing the entire hour trying to rescue the princess and failing.

His attention was only turned from the game when he was just about to reach the princess when Eddie felt a tap on his shoulder that made him jump out of the chair. Causing the knight to be burned to a crisp by the Dragon. Leaving the princess to be rescued another day.

Eddie turned around to face you with a pout. “I almost had her!”

You giggled for a second and then felt guilty. “Sorry Eddie. Was just a bit shocked to see you in here playing after yesterday. Thought you didn’t play?”

“Well you convinced me. Looked so fun I decided I had to come back and give it a shot.”

“Really? I almost thought I’d scared you away yesterday with the way you left.”

Eddie was taken aback. How could you ever think he’d get scared away from you.

“Well what made you think that sweetheart?”

“I dunno. You ran out pretty fast yesterday after i said I’d go to one of your shows.”

“Oh shit no it’s not like that at all. Once you’d said you’d come to a show I remembered I had band practice. I actually turned up late haha.”

“Oh god I’m sorry I made you late for practice Eddie!”

You actually looked guilty and Eddie began to worry. He didn’t want you to feel bad for anything ever.

“Don’t worry about it. Not like I haven’t been late before or won’t be late again ya know?”

You walked over to the arcade counter and walked behind it. Setting your bag and water bottle underneath the counter as you get yourself situated. Eddie follows suit but stays on the customer side of the counter.

“So Eddie! I’ve got great news.”

“Really and what’s that princess?”

“Wait, hold on. Princess? I’m not a princess.”

“It’s a term of endearment, sweetheart. If you don’t like it I can change it.”

“No. No. Don’t change it. I like it. Just wasn’t expecting it that’s all. Anyways my news is that I traded a shift with Keith so I can come see your band Tuesday. If that’s okay?”

“If that’s okay? That’s great! I will say don’t get your hopes up though. We’re not some famous musicians. We just play at a bar with a bunch of drunks.”

“Sounds perfect”

The tone of your voice surprised Eddie. There was no hint of sarcasm. You genuinely sounded excited and that alone made Eddie just as excited.

You had to go gather the change from each of the machines for your shift so Eddie returned back to Dragons Lair and continued to try and save the princess but to no avail.

This time however Eddie had an excuse for not rescuing the princess. He was watching you the entire time. Each machine you went to where you would bend over and collect the change. Eddie couldn’t ignore that you were hot. And Every-time he had to watch you bend over to open the machine he was pretty sure he’d stop breathing.

It wasn’t lost on you that Eddie was staring at your ass. Every-time you’d bend over you’d hear his character die yet again in some tragic fashion. So each time you’d give him a little show. Bending over a little slower each time. Sticking out your ass a bit. It was fun knowing you had his attention on you like this.

Eventually you finished gathering the change from all the machines and returned to your station at the counter. You found yourself watching Eddie. Now that he wasn’t constantly distracted by your ass, you could see him actually focusing on the game. You observed the way he would stick out his tongue just a little bit when he was really getting into it. The adorable little tantrums he would throw Every-time he died.

Eventually Eddie got frustrated and threw his hands up in defeat and looked at you. You got up from the counter with a laugh and made your way over to Dragon's Lair.

“Having trouble Munson?”

“It’s gotta be rigged! This is impossible. There’s no way to actually beat it!”

“I promise you it’s not rigged. How do you think Lucas and I beat it?”

“Magic the both of you. You’re a witch. You must be.”

“Here move. Let the witch show you how it’s done.”

Eddie moved and let you have control of the machine. Not moving very far though. As you stood there your arm brushed against Eddie’s chest and with every move you made you could feel him in some way as he watched you intensely.

Eddie wasn’t watching the game screen at all. He was focused on you. The way all your concentration was on beating the game. The way you smiled when things went your way. The way your brow furrowed when it didn’t. But eventually you reached the princess and you saved her. Proving that the game wasn’t rigged.

“Witch.”

“Hey come on, I thought I was a princess?”

You had a fake pout but Eddie still couldn’t resist it.

“You are a Princess. But you’re also a witch. You can be both, sweetheart. You’re a magical Princess who has done the impossible.”

As you walk away from the machine and hand control back over to Eddie, you take a bow as you reach the counter. As you do the bell of the arcade door rings and Steve and Robin walk in yet again.

Steve walked over to where Eddie sat at Dragon's Lair. “Oh god not you too Munson. You’re not gonna get the princess. Dustin’s been trying for ages.”

“Well Harrington. I am not Dustin. I will get this princess if it’s the last thing I go.”

Steve scoffed and put a hand on Eddie’s shoulder and lowered his voice.

“Sure Munson. That’s the princess you’re after.”

Eddie stopped playing the game and looked at Steve who nodded his head towards you at the counter and Eddie waved Steve off.

“So Munson do you wanna take the twerps home or am I taking them?”

“Ugh, split parenting is so hard Stevie. But I know how much you miss your kids so you can take them. Just for the night.”

Eddie did his best housewife voice as he said it and it managed to get a chuckle out of Steve. Steve made his way over to Dustin and the other kids and began to round them up to corral them towards the door.

As you stood there watching Steve gather the kids Robin turned her attention towards you.

“So y/n?”

“What?”

“How long has Munson been here today?”

“Um well he’s been here all day according to Keith.”

“Interesting. He didn’t cause you too many problems did he?”

“Problems? No no no. Munson’s been great actually. I enjoy the company.”

“Sure.”

“Sure?”

“Yeah. Sure. It’s his company that you enjoy.”

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“Oh nothing. Just seems like you’re a little interested in Eddie, that's all.”

“Robin, come on. I met the guy yesterday. What are you on about?”

“Yeah you met him yesterday and haven’t taken your eyes off of him since.”

As she said it you realize you haven’t even been looking at Robin as she’s been talking. You’ve just been watching Eddie as he continues to play Dragon's Lair. The realization causes a rosy glow to appear over your cheeks that Robin takes notice of.

Robin and Steve eventually gather the children and make their way out of the arcade and you’re left alone with a few random children and Eddie. Eddie continues to play for a while before accepting his defeat for the day as he makes his way over to you at the counter.

“So y/n? I assume I’ll see you at school tomorrow.”

“Yeah I guess you will.”

“Are you excited for your first day?”

“I wouldn’t say excited so much as nervous.”

“Nervous? Why are you nervous?”

“Well it’s my first day. I guess I’m just scared to start somewhere new so late you know. Senior year is almost over and I’m the new girl. I don’t see myself making many friends.”

“Hey, you've already got friends. I tell you what if you’re really that lonely you can always sit with hellfire at lunch tomorrow. Although it will probably kill your reputation before you can even start it.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well Hellfire is kind of seen as like the school cult. So anyone associated with us is kind of automatically a loser.”

“Well I don’t think you’re a loser Eddie.”

Eddie laughed and fidgeted with some paper on the counter.

“Thanks. Uh did you want me to give you the address to the hideout. You know for Tuesday?”

“Yeah. That’d be great.”

Eddie takes the piece of paper he was fidgeting with and you hand him a pen to write with as he writes down the address.

“So I’ll see you tomorrow alright?”

“See you tomorrow Eddie.”

****

For a small town walking into Hawkins high still managed to be intimidating. Making your way to the office and getting your schedule already proved to be a recipe for anxiety. So many kids rushing around and pushing and shoving in an attempt to make their way across campus.

As you got your schedule and made your way throughout your classes for the day youd managed not to make a single friend. You had however gotten catcalled and whistled at a few times by people you assumed were on some sports team here due to their letterman jackets.

There was one girl who’d been really nice to you in your science class. Your partner named Chrissy even invited you to sit with her at lunch but you politely declined. Chrissy may be nice but she’s clearly a cheerleader and that was the kind of crowd you were working to avoid.

All night you’d thought about what Eddie said and how his friend group seemed to deter people. Maybe his group was exactly what you needed.

So at lunch you walked in and scanned the cafeteria. It took a moment but you finally found Eddie sitting at the head of a table. You scanned the table to find Will, Lucas, Mike, and Dustin and three other boys that you’d didn’t know.

As you made your way to the table you could feel a lot of eyes on you. People had been staring all day due to you being the new girl. But watching the new girl walk straight to the hellfire table on her first day? It was unheard of.

As you approached the table the three boys you didn’t know stared at you with open mouths and Eddie himself looked a little stunned to see you actually accepting his offer. As you reach the seat at the end next to Will you pause.

“Is it okay if I sit here?”

The three boys begin to nod yes but look to Eddie for reassurance. Eddie on the other hand stands up and moves to you. Grabbing the chair from your hands and pulling it out for you to sit down. As you sat down he pushed your chair in for you. Securing you at the table.

The tension at the table is thick as Eddie sits back down and the entire club stares at you.

You decide to try and break the tension.

“So this is the famous hellfire club that Dustin has told me all about.”

You look around the table and begin to guess the names of the boys you don’t know.

You point at the boy in the Black Sabbath shirt. “You must be Jeff.”

You point at the boy in the plaid vest.

“You must be Garreth the great.”

You point to the larger boy on the opposite side of the table in the leather jacket.

“And you must be Grant.”

They each nod their head to indicate that you’re correct. None of the tension being lost. You even debate on standing and leaving until Lucas decides to join in.

“So y/n. You ever think about playing D&D?”

“Actually yeah. After playing Dragon's Lair and listening to Dustin talk about it so much, it actually sounds kind of fun.”

“You should play with us sometime. Maybe even just sit in on a campaign. You could sit in on this Friday's campaign and see how you like it? Is that okay Eddie?”

You turn your attention to Eddie who’s been staring at you the entire time. He looks into your eyes.

“I mean if the princess wants to join in I have no objections.”

Dustin suddenly became ecstatic. “Y/n you’re gonna love it! This week's campaign is special cause I’m hosting it this week! Eddie’s actually gonna play this time.”

“I can’t wait to see. You’ll have to teach me a bit so I don’t walk in completely clueless, okay Dustin?”

After that the rest of lunch went rather smoothly. Tension having been broken and getting to know all the hellfire members actually turned out to be quite fun and you found yourself looking forward to getting to see the campaign on Friday.

***

Tuesday seemed to drag all day. All you wanted was to go see Eddie’s band but after school you had an early shift at the arcade and every kid that came in just seemed to irritate you. Except the hellfire kids of course.

Watching the clock tick by until it was time to go but the time just wasn’t passing fast enough.

As Steve and Robin walked in to gather the kids you were packing up your stuff and getting ready to leave. Steve went on his usual path of gathering the children and Robin came to the counter.

“Shift over already? Where ya headed?”

“The hideout. Eddie invited me to see his band.”

“Oh I see.”

“See what?”

“You and Eddie.”

“What about Eddie and I?”

“Oh come on. Seriously, we have to do this again? You and Eddie have pretty much been inseparable since you met him and now you’re going to his concerts. Before you know it you’ll be his groupie.”

“And what would be wrong with that?”

“Nothing! Really! I think it’s cute. All honesty I promise!” Robin crosses her heart and does a little salute before Steve and the children walk up to the counter and say their goodbyes before leaving.

***

As you walk into the hideout you’re immediately his with a musky smell and cigarettes combined with alcohol. The entire bar was foggy with smoke yet it had its own atmosphere. You find a small little booth in the corner that faces the stage as you sit and wait.

The instruments are already out on stage, just not the band. You order a soda as you wait and then you see Eddie, Gareth, Jeff and Grant walk on the stage. Garath hangs up a sheet behind them that says “Corroded Coffin” you gather that’s their band name.

You watch as Eddie picks up his guitar and walks to the microphone. Watching as Eddie scans the bar and locks eyes with you. Upon seeing you it immediately brings a smile to his face as he starts to play.

You watch the entire set and clap after every song. Even giving them a standing ovation. It was all genuine and Eddie could just tell. You really liked them. They played well and Eddie has an amazing voice but nothing can compare to the way he shreds his guitar. If they were in Hollywood they’d probably be rockstars by now.

Once they finish their set they begin packing up their instruments and just generally cleaning up the stage. As you sit at your booth you're greeted by an older gentleman who is clearly drunk. He sits down next to you without asking.

“Um, I'm sorry I’m waiting for my friends.”

“That’s alright honey I can keep you company.”

“I’d prefer if you didn’t”

He scoots closer to you and brushes some hair out of your face. Causing you to back as far into the wall as you can.

“Come on sugar. Don’t be like that.”

As he reaches to brush more hair out of your face you quickly bite his finger causing the man to retract his hand quickly. But he quickly grabs your jaw in a tight grip as he scoots even closer now.

“Oh honey I see we got a feisty one.”

“My honey’s only sweet if you can take the sting” you bite his hand now even harder than before causing the man to stand up from the booth. As he stands up he’s dragged back by somebody and punched so hard that the drunken man is immediately knocked out.

You look to the person who knocked out the man and find Eddie standing there adjusting his rings. He looks back to you with concern.

“You alright Princess?”

“Yeah. Yeah I’m fine. Thank you.”

“For what?”

“For saving my ass?”

“Looks like you were handling yourself just fine. Just figured I’d get a swing in for disrespecting you.”

“Well thank you for defending my honor.”

“Is it alright if I sit?”

“Yeah. Yeah of course.”

Eddie slides into the booth ignoring the drunken man passed out beside the booth and scooting closer to you. Eddie studied your face momentarily.

“You have uh?” He points to your mouth.

“Hm?”

“You’ve got some blood. On your mouth.”

He raised his hand gently to your lips and wiped the blood off of them. Assuming it’s the blood of your drunken victim. Eddie was pretty impressed. He’d originally hopped off stage when he saw the man approach you but by the time he reached you, you’d already bitten the man.

“So uh how’d you like the show?”

“How’d u like the show? You guys are amazing! I mean it! If you guys were in Hollywood you guys could probably be rockstars by now!”

“Glad I’m not the only one who thinks so.”

He orders his own soda and stays at the booth. Eventually the drunkard wakes up and stumbles out of the bar and all your nerves dissipate being alone with Eddie in the booth. You stay there for hours just getting to know each other and observing each other. One thing you discovered is that Eddie probably produces 90% of the smoke in the bar but you didn’t care.

Saying goodbye at the end of the night had you feeling sad but knowing you would see him at school the next day made you happy. Knowing you would get to see him at D&D on Friday made you happy.

***

After school Wednesday afternoon you hadn’t been expecting Eddie to walk in. But here he was. Standing at the counter waiting for you to finish gathering the last of the change from the machines.

“What can I do for you Munson?”

“Was just wondering if I could see you play Dragon's Lair again. Wanna take some notes this time.”

“I mean I’ve got the time right now actually.”

You walk over to the machine and begin to play. Eddie stands in the same position as last time. Watching over your shoulder as you played. He actually did want to see how you won but he kept getting distracted by you. He couldn’t help but notice how good you smelled this close. He could stand there forever.

Before he knew it you had finished playing and rescued the princess once again and Eddie had learned nothing.

He decided to stay and play until closing time. Determined to beat your score and rescue the princess.

“Times up Eddie. I gotta lock up.”

“Come on y/n. I’m so close you gotta let me finish!”

“That’s what you said on your last play Eddie come on get up.”

Eddie stood from the game with a pout and walked with you as you went to lock up the arcade.

“You know this game really is impossible. I’m a dungeon master and I can’t even beat it!”

“Maybe you’re not the dungeon master you think you are Munson.”You say as you lock the arcade doors behind you. As you turn to Eddie he collapses back grabbing his chest as if he’s been shot.

“Princess you wound me. How could you say that.”

“Well to be fair I’ve never seen you play Munson.”

“Well you’ll get to see me play. On Friday.”

“You won’t be a dungeon master though?”

“Yeah but I’ll actually be playing. You’ll get to see my skill and bravery and you’ll realize what I mean when I say that game is impossible.”

As you reached your car and Eddie reached his van you turned to him one last time.

“Well I look forward to it, Munson.”

You reached out a hand to shake his and he happily accepted before the two of you parted ways for the evening.

****

Friday couldn’t have come any slower. Thursday was forgettable and boring. Friday seemed to drag on the entire day. All you wanted was for it to be time for hellfire.

Once it was time you found yourself so excited. Making your way to the hellfire room early. You walked inside to find Eddie sitting on some kind of throne. He was reading a book so he hadn’t quite noticed you until he heard the door close.

“So is Dustin going to sit on the throne when he gets here?”

“Over my dead body. He may be a dungeon master for a day but this throne is mine.”

Eddie stood up from the throne briefly and walked over to you. You saw an opportunity and giggled as you ran past Eddie and sat on the throne. Eddie turns around looking astonished.

Eddie was astonished because he’s never allowed anyone to sit in his throne before. But you look so stunning as you sit there all giggly. Hell if you asked him right now he’d probably just give you the throne.

“Naughty naughty. You know that’s not for you.” He walked up and reached out a hand for you to take and stand up from the throne. But instead you lean back and make yourself more comfortable. Eddie scoffs. If you were gonna play like that then he would too.

Eddie bends over and picks you up, throwing you over his shoulder and carrying you out of the chair as you giggle wildly.

“Eddie!!! AHAHAHAHAHAH! PUT ME DOWN!”

Eddie sets you down but immediately begins tickling you instead. Causing your giggling fit to turn into full blown belly aching laughter.

Suddenly the door opens and in walks the rest of the hellfire club who stop upon seeing Eddie with his arms wrapped around you as you laugh hysterically. The sight has all the boys stunned.

Eddie and you suddenly back away from each other upon seeing the children. Eddie takes his seat at the throne and you make your way over to one of the chairs nearby.

Dustin flicks his eyes between the two of you and doesn’t let up. As he sets his notebook and plans on the opposite end of the table from Eddie, Dustin begins to speak. “So y/n what caused Eddie to attack you like that?”

Eddie’s head quickly flies up and gives Dustin a death stare.

“Oh I sat on Eddie's throne.”

“And he punished you by tickling you? One time I brushed by it and he threatened to beat me with his guitar.”

Eddie threw a wadded up piece of paper at Dustin and Dustin got the hint. Deciding to drop it and start the campaign.

As you sat and observed the boys playing their game you couldn’t help but become invested with them. Every-time they would chant you would chant. Every-time they would roll, you would hold your breath. It was so enthralling. You wanted to play with them.

Eddie noticed how invested you were. He could tell that you wanted to join in. However what Eddie didn’t know was that Dustin knew this too. And he’d planned the campaign for this. So Dustin wrote you into it.

Upon Eddie reaching the lair of the dragon Eddie moved to unsheathe his sword and slay the dragon. Dustin made him roll for damage so he did. You watched intently and waited with baited breath to see if Eddie would win.

He rolls a 20 and Dustin stands to announce the victory.

“Eddie the Bard slays the dragon and rescues the dear princess y/n”

The entire table jumps up in screams and cheers as do you. It’s unexpected when Eddie grabs and picks you up, spinning you around into a tight hug but you don’t hesitate to hug him back.

As the kids celebrate their victory and begin to clean up. Eddie finally sets you back on the ground and you stand back momentarily looking into his eyes. You both almost lean in until you hear Dustin slam his notebook close and it makes the both of you jump away from each other.

Eventually everything gets cleaned up and the kids clear out of the room and head out of the building to head home. You stay behind with Eddie to talk some more.

As Eddie finishes cleaning he sits on his throne with a dopey grin on his face. As he looks up at you he takes notice of a similar smile on your face.

“So Eddie. You finally rescued the princess.”

He grabs onto your hand as you lean against the D&D table.

“Yeah I did.”

There’s a moment of silence but it’s not awkward. Eddie just strokes your hand as you look down at him. You decide to take a chance. Leaning down you begin to whisper in Eddie’s ear. “So what does my knight In shining armor want as a reward?”

Eddie’s eyes widen as he stares up at you. Scanning your face for any sign of uncertainty or sarcasm. He finds neither so he leans up and captures your lips in a soft kiss.

The kiss is light and soft. Testing the waters. You’re the one to deepen the kiss as you grab the sides of his face bringing his mouth closer to yours. Feeling his tongue brush against your bottom lip you grant him access to explore your mouth.

As the kiss gets heavier you feel Eddie’s hands slide down to your waist and pull so you move to straddle Eddie on his throne. As you straddle him his hands wander more. Grabbing at your thighs and kneading them. You can feel the cold rings on his hands against your skin and it sends a shiver through your body.

As you continue to kiss Eddie you decide to test the waters even more. Grinding down on Eddie just a little bit you feel his hard on pressing into you as he groans against your mouth.

Now you move your hand down his body and grab his hard on through his jeans and as soon as you do Eddie stands up and sets you on the table.

You immediately feel sorry and begin to apologize for taking it too far but he doesn’t let you. Instead he grabs your face and kisses you more fiercely. More feverishly. Like he’s hungry for it.

His lips leave yours and begin making their way down your neck as he licks over one particular spot that makes you moan. He focuses on that spot and sucks on it. Nibbling on it every once in a while. He moves his hips against yours and the entire thing has you a moaning mess.

Eddie’s hands travel down to the button of your pants and he pulls back momentarily raising his brow to ask a question. You nod your head yes quickly. Eddie unbuttons your pants and begins to yank them down. Tapping your thighs with his finger to indicate you need to lift your hips so you do. He yanks your pants off along with your underwear and as soon as they're off his lips are back on yours.

Your hands travel down and attempt to unbutton Eddie’s pants as well but he moves your hands away. “Not yet princess. Gotta treat the princess after having to deal with that dragon.”

Eddie gets on his knees in front of the table and uses his hands to spread your thighs. His hands move your legs over his shoulders and he begins to leave a trail of kisses up your thigh until he’s in front of your center. He takes two fingers and rubs them along your folds. Upon feeling how wet you are he brings those two fingers up to his mouth and licks them.

“Delicious. Just as I thought. I’ll need a better taste though. May I, your majesty.”

Through a breathy laugh you respond. “You may.”

Eddie’s moth attaches to your clit quickly and begins sucking on it expertly. If you thought you were a moaning mess before you can’t even describe what you are now. Your arms give out from beneath you and you collapse back onto the D&D table. Screaming out Eddie's name as he continues to suck your clit.

Your entire body convulses when he slips the first finger into you and you begin to chant his name as he begins to move it in and out. Curling it each time before adding a second finger.

Eddie watches you the entire time. Watch how your body moves at every single action he takes. You’re so responsive for him that he never wants it to end but he also wants to make you cum so he continues to fuck his fingers into you even faster.

You can’t help it when you feel the orgasm building in your stomach. It builds so quickly that you don’t even get the opportunity to warn Eddie that you’re cumming before you cum all over his fingers, locking his head between your thighs as you cry out his name.

When you finally relax and release Eddie from between your thighs. You sit up shakily to look at Eddie whose face is covered in your juices and you watch as Eddie brings up his cum covered fingers to his lips as he licks them clean. Watching him lick your cum off of his fingers makes you moan.

You jump from the table and kiss Eddie once again, being able to taste him on your tongue. You watch as Eddie stands up and you study his form as he removes his shirt. Taking a liking to a few of his tattoos. As he removes his shirt you do the same discarding your shirt and your bra. Upon seeing your completely nude form Eddie’s erection feels impossibly harder and he immediately reaches for your breasts and begins massaging them. Grazing his fingers over your nipples making you whimper as he kisses you.

You move your hands down to his jeans and unbutton them and you push his jeans down as much as you can until he backs up and steps out of them almost tripping as he does so. He quickly removes his boxers as well and you take in the sight of his cock. It’s big. It’ll definitely be a stretch and you’re ready for it.

You stand with him and take his cock into your hands and begin to stroke him but his hand stops you as he bends down to kiss you again. He begins to guide you back to the table but you don’t budge.

Eddie pulls away and looks concerned. “Do you not want to do this anymore? We can stop anytime just let me know?”

“I want this. But not on the table.”

“Then where, princess? Tell me where.”

You lean up and whisper in his ear as you grab his dick once more. “I want you to fuck me on that pretty throne of yours. Let me ride my knight in shining armor.”

Eddie audibly groaned at your words and he moved to sit down on his throne. Once he was comfortable he reached his hand out for you and you moved to straddle him. You look into his eyes as you begin to slowly sink down on his cock. Having to stop and allow yourself time to adjust to his size.

Once he’s fully inside of you he rubs your back until you’re ready to move. You begin with the slow roll of your hips on top of his and he’s already groaning. He doesn’t know how he’s going to last inside of you at this rate.

He moves his hand down to your clit and begins rubbing it, determined to make you cum again. You begin to bounce up and down on top of him and his eyes become transfixed on your bouncing tits and he has to close his eyes to keep himself from cumming right then and there. The hand that isn’t rubbing your clit is on your side and his hand is digging into your side so hard that you’re pretty sure it’s going to leave a lovely bruise.

As he continues to rub your clit and you can feel him filling every part of you, you feel your orgasm building once more. As you bounce harder on his cock you throw your head back. Eddie uses the opportunity to suck and bite some more hickies onto your neck. He wants you as marked up as possible.

As he sucks on one certain spot you can feel your orgasm rapidly approaching.

“E-Eddie. I- I- I’m gonna cum”

“Good. Cum for me princess. Cum all over me.”

So you do. He told you to, so you do. You cum all over him and the tightening of your cunt makes Eddie’s orgasm crash through him as he thrusts up into you one more time releasing his cum into you.

As the both of you recover from your orgasms and you move off of him and the throne you both still have those dopey grins across your faces. As you sit on the table in front of Eddie he stands and walks to a nearby table. Grabbing a Polaroid he normally uses after great campaign wins. He points the camera at you and you spread your legs a bit and model for him. He snaps a few photos of you and studies one.

“Yeah this one’s going in my wallet.”

You giggle and grab the camera from him and take a few pictures of him in turn. Choosing one you hold it up. “I think I might hang this in my locker.” Eddie laughs and leans in to kiss you again.

As you get dressed and you’re about to put on your shirt Eddie walks over and stops you. Placing a piece of fabric into your hands and you hold it up in-front of you. It’s a hellfire shirt and you rush to put it on. Once it’s on you model it for Eddie and he twirls you around to get a full view of you in the shirt.

“So did my knight in shining armor enjoy his reward.”

“He did. But the knight is curious to know if this is the only reward he’ll be getting”

“Oh I think I can find many other ways to reward him. Plus if you rescue the princess in Dragon Lair I’m sure I can find a way to reward you.”

“Then I’ll see you at the arcade tomorrow princess.”

And you did. Everyday Eddie came into the arcade and played every single day until he rescued the princess. And when he did you held up your end of the deal in rewarding him.

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CHAPTER FIVE - READER

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content warnings - vanilla smut.

 I’m sober enough to be grateful that it’s Saturday, but I’m hungover enough to wish I didn’t drink so damn much last night. Four cocktails and eight shots? I’m surprised I’m not a corpse right now. My head is throbbing, and my body still feels too sluggish to get out of bed. 

 What time is it? Eight? Nine? Who knows? What I do know is that I’m going to take it slow today.

 But even though I have the biggest headache right now, I can’t deny that last night was probably the best sleep I’ve had in a while. 

 It felt warm. Safe, like I was being protected and cared for. And I know damn well Mr. Don Julio was not responsible for that. 

 When I get drunk, I can sometimes remember bits and pieces of what happened the night before, in the next morning. I know I was at a bachelorette party. I saw Toji—

 Wait, I saw Toji. We snuck away into the utility closet to make out like two horny college kids and talked. But he said something that hurt my feelings, causing my whole over drinking fiasco.

 Then, some random guy who was hard on the eyes started dancing with me. I can’t remember much after that, but I’m sure he was a creep.

 Realistically, I do need to get up to start my day. I have a couple of errands to run, and I sort of promised Nanami that we would meet for lunch later. Why? I don’t know. Again, I don’t hate him. It’s just… I don’t know. 

 But when I tried to get up from bed, I felt like I was being held down by an arm. Rough yet soft grumbles pass through ears that scatter goosebumps across my core. 

 In a way, they sound therapeutic. Though, I’m still skeptical about who’s in my bed because I don’t remember hooking up with anyone, let alone allowing someone to sleep over. 

 However, the moment I looked up to see those dark, mid-length, raven locks. The distinctive scar on his lip. His soft rose-colored lips, I broke from his embrace and jumped away from him. 

 Did I…

 “Toji?” 

 He barely stirs, but my voice is enough to wake him up. “Hm?” 

 My mouth waters at the sight of him, laying in my bed, wearing only a tank top that bare his biceps, but leaves me with questions because of the scars that accompany his beautiful skin. And his briefs that shows his toned thighs and— fuck . His semi-hard dick print. 

 I should look away, I should. But it’s hard when the man you’ve been fantasizing about for the past week is laying in your bed, looking like that. 

 “A picture will last longer,” he rasps. That deep fucking husky voice that sounds even sexier in the morning. 

 Y/N. Focus. 

 Heat floods under my cheeks as I look away. “What are you doing here?”

 “Last night really fucked you up, didn’t it?” 

 “I… Did we… Did we-”

 “Have sex?” He finishes for me, and I nod. “No. I wouldn’t do that to anyone… Not to you.” His last words were filled with softness that made my heart skip a beat. 

  Why am I so drawn to this man?

 Toji continues, “You’re pretty fucking clingy when you’re drunk, though. I took you home and cleaned you up for bed and I saw-” He stops mid-sentence, causing me to raise my brow in curiosity.

 “You saw what?” He sits up and turns away from me. I notice a light crimson color forming across his face and spreading to his ears. “Toji Fushiguro, are you blushing? What did you see?”

 “Just drop it.”

 “Nope,” I countered, jumping on him to get his attention back to me. I’m now playfully straddling his lap, completely oblivious. 

 It's like my hangover washed over me the second I knew Toji was in my presence. He was my serotonin, and I didn’t even realize. 

 “Aren’t you supposed to be hungover? Where the hell did all this energy come from?” He asks. 

 “Suddenly I’m not hungover anymore because I’m more interested in what you saw-”

 “Naked,” he interjects. “I saw you naked. When I was looking for your oversized tee shirts, you took off your dress while my back was turned and… yeah.”

 “Oh…”

 All the energy I had come to a halt while zeroing in on Toji. Me, still straddling his lap, becomes lost in his expensive emerald-colored hues. They’re so sharp. So pretty. Those soft lines, forming around his eyes that come with age, suits him well. But you wouldn’t even be able to tell he was forty-two because his skin is so smooth.

 His eyelashes are dark and medium length. Brows straight and thin. Lips rosy and slightly plumped. Toji, who claims to be an indecent man, appears like a beautiful catalyst to me. 

 It’s true what he says about us barely knowing each other, even though it doesn’t feel like that because in such little time, my life feels safe with him. 

 “Y/N,” he whispers. He calls for me and when he does, I feel his erection growing against my pussy. 

 “I’m sorry.” I start to pull away, but he holds me in place.

 “It’ll go down. Don’t want you to feel pressured to have sex with me,” he assures.

 “Okay… what if I—” I begin rubbing my sex against his dick. 

 “Y/N.” This time his voice is hoarse when he says my name.

 My pace quickens and the added friction of his briefs acting as a barrier brings me more pleasure than I expected. I lick and kiss all over his neck to hear more of his husky groans. 

 “Tell me if you want me to stop, Toji,” I say barely above a whisper. “Do you want me to?”

 He grabs my hips and rolls me on him faster. “Fuck no.” 

 It’s not sex, but fuck, this feels so good. The material of his briefs has me feeling Toji like he is bare under me. Dry humping might be a virgin thing to do, however, it’s aiding me in a much needed orgasm. 

 I take one of Toji’s hands to hike up my shirt and squeeze my nipples, having me arch my back in pure bliss. He’s just so hard. I’m very tempted to pull him out and ride his dick, but I’m not ready for that yet. 

 Our moans continue to mingle the quicker we chase our release, and I feel myself soaking up his briefs. Embarrassment fills my emotions from how needy I sound, along with my whimpering. Toji forces our lips together to devour all my sounds of pleasure, biting and sucking on my bottom lip that he can’t get enough of. 

 My sudden change of movements from grinding on his cock to bouncing and rolling seems to have an effect on him, just as much as it does to me. 

 “Fuck, you’re going to make me bust in my fucking boxers like I never had pussy before, Y/N,” he admits. “Keep doing that.”

 “Maybe because you never had mine.”

 Something about my words had Toji growling and flipping me over, where he’s now above me. The look in his eyes is almost primal. No. It is primal. Hungry, craving to feast on me until I tap out. 

 Before I protest from his loss touch, his lips are back on me, and he dry fucks me as if he’s actually inside of my pussy. His hips snaps into mine while dragging his mouth across my face and neck. Toji continues to pinch my nipples underneath my shirt and I'm a whining mess. 

 “Toji, I’m about to come,” I cry. 

 “Why do you sound so fucking sweet? How are you going to sound when my cock is actually inside of you?” Too many questions where I’m too horny to form an answer. “You think you could take me, pretty girl?”

 “Yes.”

 He chuckles, showing mockery to my answer. “We’ll see.”

 Why did that laugh, those two words, trigger me to come? It hit me hard, and blurred my vision with the tears that pricked my eyes. Toji’s presence was enough serotonin, but this? Nothing or no one could possibly ruin my day after this. 

 I softly gasp for air and it’s as if he knew to kiss me with such eagerness to breathe all the life back into me. Holding him tightly, I wrap my legs around his waist to take his thrusts and swallow his harsh grunts. 

 “About to fucking come, Y/N,” he growls. 

 “So come.”

 He gives me a few more dry thrusts until the bed creaks and the headboard hits the wall before coming in his briefs. 

 Toji gives me a sloppy kiss, overpowering, and not giving me a chance to keep up with his moments. Coming down from our orgasms together is an experience I never expected to happen so soon, but it felt right to do it now. 

 I’m completely sober to remember this moment with Toji. 

 Our breaths are shallow and his forehead rests on mine. Soon, he slowly rises from me to look at the mess we, well, I made on his briefs.

 They’re drenched. While he pulls apart a string of my wetness connects to him that makes my cheeks warm and causes me to look away. I know I shouldn’t be embarrassed, but I am. 

 “You’re so… fucking wet.” His deep and raspy voice soothes me. I feel his hand grasping my chin to turn my face to him. “Beautiful.”

 “Not into the lovey dovey shit, huh?” I say, repeating the words he said to me last night. 

 He scratches the back of his neck. “Sorry about that. I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings. What you said was right, wanting to scare people away and shit.”

 I don’t want to interrupt his thoughts so I nod my head so he can continue.

 “I’m not good at relationships. Only been in one and, well… you know how that ended.”

 I stand on my knees to level with his eyes. “I’m not asking for a relationship from you. Not now, at least. Let’s just get to know each other.”

 He looks at me to consider my request, eyes wavering across my face. His hand goes to spring the tendril in my face, and I remember to curse myself later for now putting on my bonnet. 

 Toji takes his time to caress my face, line out my jaw, cuff my neck, and trace my collarbone. His touch is delicate yet burns through my skin. If I can feel this all day, I know I would be okay. 

 “Alright.”

 “Alright?” I repeat.

 He nods, giving me a half smile. “Alright.”

 Again, my arms are around his neck, and I pull him into a kiss for a few more minutes before I head out for the day. 

 Having lunch with my ex-fiancé, who is also my boss, is not how I wanted to spend my afternoon, but here I am anyway.

 After I spoke to Nanami this past Monday about potentially having dinner with him last night, it completely slipped my mind that I had a bachelorette party to attend. I’m rushing at five in the evening to grade tests for six different classes because my free period was used for a parent-teacher conference, and here comes Nanami coming in my classroom to see if we can still go to dinner. 

 I was honestly shocked that he had the nerve to ask me that question, like I want to spend my weekend grading papers. Unlike him, I like to enjoy my only two days off without thinking about work. 

 But when it comes to him? I’m sure he expected me to drop everything and accompany him to dinner. 

 Nanami stopped doing that for me, so why would I do that for him? 

 Anyways. 

 Because I wanted to see why he was so eager to talk to me, I decided to allow him to take me out to lunch today so we could talk. To see how things are going. His words, not mine.

 “How was the bachelorette party?” He queries, pulling me from my thoughts. 

 I sip on my sparkling water. “It was fun. Had too many drinks. So, I still feel a bit sluggish.”

 “I see. I know the martinis here are your favorite. Too bad you can’t drink any.”

 “Not unless you want me to puke everywhere.”

 Silence. 

 This is exactly what I was worried about. Is this why Nanami wanted to meet up? To have awkwardness while eating eggs and waffles? The chemistry. The love, at least, the love I had for him, died. A long time ago. This feels trivial. 

 “You brought me to one of the restaurants we used to go to together, you ordered my entire meal because you know me ever so well, and now we’re struggling to make small talk.” I come in hard with my accusations. “What did you want to talk about?”

 “I want us to try to make things work, Y/N.”

 I laugh. “That’s not happening. We tried twice. How many times do you need?”

 “Now? Just one. I know I haven’t been the best in our relationship, but these months without you made me realize there’s more important things in life,” he explains. “Memories. Marriage. Parenthood… I eventually want to build that with you if you allow me.”

 “If I allow you?” I mock. “That’s the thing, Ken. I never was opposed to any of that. You knew how much getting married and becoming a mother meant to me. I didn’t take away from you. You took that away from us.” 

 “I’m sorry.”

 I scoff. “Sorry for what? For staying late at work? For declining me sex? For having me to go to our friends get togethers alone? What exactly are you sorry for?”

 I attack Nanami with all these questions because it honestly fucking amazes me that he invited me to lunch to try to convince me to give another chance. 

 We were together for five years. Engaged for one. Problems began two years prior. I’ve been more than patient with Nanami. I was the only person to actually understand how he feels because I’m a freaking teacher. Work is hard on me, too. 

 But the difference is, I know how to keep it at school. Yeah, maybe I have my days when I have to grade at home. However, when it came to Nanami? I dropped the world for him…

 Why couldn’t he do that for me?

 I’m not going to cry over him in front of him. Not here. Not now, so this lunch needs to be cut short. 

 “I’m sure you’re sorry, Kento. Actually, I know you are,” I tell him. “I can’t act like we didn't share some amazing memories. The love you had for me when you were in our relationship was beautiful. You made me light.”

 “I still lov-”

 “But you also hurt me—badly.” I gather my things to leave him at the table, but before I do. I say one more thing to him. “I don’t think I forgave you yet. If you want to be friends, cool. Give me time for that. But romantically? There’s no chance for that anymore.”

 Nanami’s hand sits in lap, and if I know him like I think I do, they’re probably balled up in fists. I know his anger isn’t directed toward me, but at the reality of our demise. 

 “Okay… I understand. I’ll give you time, Y/N.”

 “Thank you.” I give him a solemn smile. “See you around, Ken. Take care of yourself.”

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There was something to be said about the way Cub was staring at the ground. Not in a bad way, or in a curious way. Sort of like... Almost staring at his feet, but also gazing at nothing in particular. He was in a strange mood, if he was honest. Too much going on as usual.

The city was quiet, which was unusual for the time of day, but the rain was probably keeping a lot of people inside. Except Cub, of course. The pavement was wet and glistening, the rain falling softly around him. He walked slowly, lost in thought.

He'd forever claim he had too many thoughts, but it was a lie. There was only ever one thought: Scar. And not in any kind of bad way either. Cub was just forever thinking about Scar. How his day was going, what he was up to, whether he'd arrive back in time for dinner, whether he'd booked another amazing date for them, the usual. Scar just occupied his thoughts. He was a man obsessed, and he was more than happy to admit it.

He smiled as he saw the park approaching. It was bright lush green today, in spite of the damp, and perhaps he fancied a walk through there today when the park would be far less busy. He crossed the street, umbrella at hand, and headed in through the gates.

It was a different place here. It was like the walls of the park insulated him from the world outside. Cub didn't mind. He felt it's what he needed. There were a couple of very committed dog walkers that he passed, but he mostly had the park to himself.

It was strange to see it empty, as if some apocalypse had happened while he was at work this morning, and now everyone had gone except for him. He stopped under trees, paused near park benches, wandered through the paths with a peaceful heart. All it needed was Scar, and his day would be perfect.

If only, though. Scar worked across town. There was no way he'd get here in time before Cub had to head back to the office. Still, Cub liked to dream. Maybe he'd bring him here on the weekend. The weather was supposed to be warming up by then. Maybe they'd take a picnic and a rug, and a thermos of coffee, and enjoy their time together. It had been a while since they'd just spend a morning together.

Cub stopped by the lake, watching all the ducks swimming by. He followed a small path over to the gazebo in the middle, where he could sit in the dry. He shook his umbrella out and sat down. He slipped out a small notebook and pen, and opened it to a new page.

Words circled through his head. That did tend to happen in a place like this. All the poetry in the world seemed to find him here. He sketched, wrote out words, tried out different phrases. The birds sung their encouragement. Every now and then, he tapped out a beat with his foot.

He took out his phone, called Scar. "Hey, Scar, can you hum a little tune for me? Something to get me inspired?"

"Oh, sure, I can do that. What kind of- oh I know where you are. Here, try this," Scar said as he began to hum.

Cub smiled. Scar always knew what he needed. The tune was bright, but cosy, reminding Cub of their ski trip last year. Not the skiing itself, but of the lodge they stayed at that was forever the warmest place they'd ever found. Big rooms, big roaring fire, and big mugs of hot cocoa. Maybe next year they'd go back again.

Cub made more sketches. Drafted more lines. Somehow, he felt it getting closer. He could see it forming in his mind. A distant roar of thunder rumbled across the sky.

"I sang a song, the thunderer roared, and all went back to hide. I sang a song below the sky, and it becan to cry." Cub paused, quietly reading the words again. "Hmm. I like the rhythm, but not the words."

He put his pen and notebook away and grabbed his umbrella. He needed to look at the flowers. That would help him find his muse.

The beds were large and well-planted with many different kinds of flowers. Not all reminded him of Scar, but some did. Really, he was looking for the right flower, and the right scent, that would give his thoughts form.

There was a beautiful rhododendron, and a big bright spray of chrysanthemums. Cub liked these. He liked how they looked in the rain, too. Maybe he took a couple of photos to share with Scar when he got home. He always loved seeing pictures of the flowers.

"I see thee in thy brightness, I see thee in thy sorrow, my friends, my flowers, shining bright, against a dark grey sky," Cub said, half-singing the words that came to mind as he saw them.

He wandered over to the roses. Traditional, of course. But his eyes were drawn to some sunflowers, whose yellow faces shone more brightly than anything else. Cub went over to them and softly brushed the petals. That was Scar right there. His sunshine. His sunflower.

"One day you'll see, that the light you shine, that you shine just for me, burns brighter and hotter than a thousand stars, giving life to all you touch. Laugh, cry, turn your face to the sun, for all that you are is beautiful," Cub murmured.

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Artifacts of Merlin

Chapter Two -

Train rides and Hidden Ties

Draco Malfoy x Ravenclaw Fem! Reader

Word Count: 2.8k

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Warnings: Arguing, teasing, swearing, cuteness

Today was the day, you waited for Hermione at the normal spot on Platform 9¾. This morning you got dressed quickly in a blue blouse and black pelleted skirt, your mother always swore that you dressed as if Ravenclaw was more than just your house but your whole wardrobe. You were more than a half-hour earlier than the past couple of years due to your excitement. Taking a seat with your things and your two animal companions, Lyra your cat, and Hawthorn your owl, you began to go over what you know about the coded book to pass the time. Looking over what you know, it becomes clear that Merlin may have originally written in code to protect what he found from dark wizards.

Given that Morgan le Faye was one of the most powerful witches, a dark one at that, and a part of Authur's court it made the most sense for such caution but the more you looked at the code the more confusing it got. Once you were at Hogwarts you'd have access to all your code and cipher books again but until then you had to work with what you remember. The first thing about any code was to check for repeating words which you found quickly when Draco first presented the tome and journals to you.

Now all you had to do was figure out which words were part of the code and which were filler, you sighed as you looked over the passage you had copied. What words truly didn’t belong and which were the true code yet to be deciphered? As you sat there confused at your notes you didn’t hear the soft footsteps on the tile making their way towards you.

“We aren’t even on the train yet and you are already studying without me,” Hermione dressed in her normal casual clothes said as she set Crookshanks down to play with Lyra before sitting down next to you.

“Studying without you, never” closing your notebook before turning to look at Hermione, “Just a little puzzle Draco gave me to keep my mind extra sharp to beat you at the History of Magic, again,” you said as you hugged your her.

“I doubt Malfoy can help you beat me at anything, but I’ll take your word for it. Since you two are totally not into each other or anything of the sort,” she said as she looked down at the pen Draco got you for last Christmas.

“Hey now look who’s talking. You spent most of the summer at the Weasley’s and all you did other than fight with Ron was think about him,” you said crossing your arms as your cheeks turned red.

“Well he’s just being difficult and an oaf,” Hermione said as she looked down at the floor while blushing “Besides its not like we don’t hang out a lot we are practically glued to each other once Harry is around.” Saying as she looks up at you as another friend starts approaching from behind you as Hermione scowls at them.

“Well I think the three of you need to-AHH” you were cut off as someone tickled your sides from behind as you elbowed them in the stomach hearing them groan.

Hermione couldn’t help but chuckle as she saw Draco Malfoy dressed in an all-black suit hunched over holding his stomach as a ‘punishment’ for sneaking up and tickling you.

“Not funny Granger,” Draco said as he looked at the Gryffindor annoyed before he then Y/n turned around and looked at him, “Merlin’s sake Y/n that hurt.”

“Haven't I told you not to sneak up on me Draco,” you said jokingly as you got up and helped him sit down next to you. “Don’t you remember what happened last time someone did that?”

“I remember. I remember.” He said as he sat down on the small bench with you and Hermione as he leaned his head back groaning in pain.

“Says the one who didn’t learn from it and did it anyway,” Hermione said as she rolled her eyes. It was no secret that Hermione didn’t much care for Draco but in recent years he had become tolerable since she saw firsthand how different he was with you around.

“Last I remember I didn’t scare her, it was that Weasbee and Pottah,” Draco said as he looked over at Hermione with an amused expression, “I remember that I was working with Y/n in potions like always and Weasbee thought it would be a grand idea to try and take her wand while she was adding to the potion but he bumped her and then the potion blew up.” He said chuckling lightly before groaning again as his stomach still hurt.

“Ron bumped into her because Goyle and Crabbe behave like toddlers, you insufferable blonde ferret,” Hermione argued as you rolled your eyes at your two friends fighting like siblings.

"Hey now Harry dared Ron to do it," you tried to say before Hermione took out her frustration on Draco.

“Ferret? Why am I a ferret?” He said while sitting up and looking at both Hermione and Y/n as she shrugged her shoulders just as confused as he was.

"Because you are a spoiled, privileged, know-it-all trickster who up until two years ago was a bully toward me and so many other students," Hermione said as she looked at the blonde shooting daggers.

"And I've apologized for it," Draco said slightly pissed off as he looked from you to Hermione "I know I wasn't exactly the best these past couple of years," Draco said calmly as he looked over at Hermione before looking at you sadly as he knew that you hated the fighting. "I'm trying my best to make up for what I've done."

"I understand that Malfoy, but just because you are taking the right steps doesn't mean everyone will be quick to forgive you," Hermione said calmly while gathering her stuff and cat, "I'll see you later Y/n," she said before walking towards the Weasleys and Harry who just showed up.

"You have to admit Draco," you turn and look at him, "She is right. You kinda did put most of Gryffindor through hell until last year."

"I know I know," he says while looking down at the train station floor. "Thankfully you talked some sense into me before I got worse." He said shifting a bit in his seat remembering how angry you were after the Buckbeck incident. "Though I still don't understand how you tolerate Granger when she gets like that," Draco said as he sat up and looked over at the mostly ginger group as they chatted.

"Because despite how much you two hate each other my life wouldn't be complete without my two amazing and smart best friends," you said smiling at the blonde boy.

"When you put it that way it seems as though your friendship with both of them makes you feel whole, like how mooncalves without the moon hide away during the day. They would be lonely without the light of the moon every night,” said the soft angelic voice of Luna Lovegood as she knelt down to play with Lyra as both Draco and you looked at her dumbfounded.

“Luna you scare me sometimes with how accurate you are,” Y/n said as you smiled at your whimsical friend.

"And how you randomly appear," Draco said under his breath as you nudged him slightly, "I'm just saying."

"You two remind me of these Kneazles I raised over the summer," Luna started as she picked up your cat, "Both searching for some new adventure but coming back together when it gets too hard to go alone," she said mysteriously as she handed Draco the cat before leaving to get her stuff as the Hogwarts Express that just pulled into the station.

"We remind her of what?" Draco turned to you confused as Lyra played with his black tie.

"Apparently cats. But it was maybe, sweet? I don't know anymore" You said smiling a bit as you stood up and began to gather your things. "Come on now ferret boy we got a train to board." turning to him as you loaded up your trolly.

Draco groaned as he stood up and walked with you pushing his trolly as your cat jumped from his shoulder onto your trolly. "Really? I'm not a ferret," he said as he looked down slightly annoyed at the new nickname you made.

"Oh, come on Darco ferrets are smart and brilliant animals. Plus they are some of the cutest mammals out there," you said trying to ignore the blush forming as you nudge him while walking.

Draco blushed slightly as he looked up and smiled at you. "Ferrets are smart and brilliant you say?" he said as he walked with you.

"Indeed my dear Dragon, Hermione may have meant it as an insult but it does suit you," smiling as you parked your trolly by the luggage attendant and put Lyra in her carrier next to Hawthorn.

"Gotta catch up with a few friends," you said as you hugged Draco. "I'll see you and those journals, in a bit okay?"

"Yeah I'll see you soon Y/n," he said as he held you close not knowing that a few friends were watching from inside the train.

Draco POV

After Y/n walked away towards the booth that Hermione was most likely in. Draco just stood there for a minute before going to the booth his friends were in.

"What was that all about?" said Pansy as she was standing arms crossed just inside the hallway of the train.

"Excuse me?" he said confused about what Pansy meant as he tried to walk past her to their normal booth.

"That hug with Y/n. Please tell me you two finally started dating." Pansy said as she continued to block his path while smirking at him.

"No Pansy we didn't," he rolled his eyes, "Now please move I'd like to sit down." Getting more frustrated by the second.

"Well that's a shame, I like how she makes you less grumpy," she said as she stepped out of his way. "And she clearly has-” Before she could continue she was cut off by her boyfriend Blaise Zabini.

“Pansy, let him sit down and relax before you start gossiping, please darling,” Blaise said as Draco finally found his best mate in their normal booth.

“Fine I'll let the 'ferret boy' relax," smirking as she sat down next to Blaise as Draco sighed while sitting down across from the couple.

"You heard that?" Draco questioned as he wasn't angry but more embarrassed than anything else.

"Oh please Dray, I hear everything," Pansy smirked as the train car began to fill up with students from Ravenclaw and Slytherin.

"That's what scares me," said Draco under his breath as he looked out the window and saw all the parents waving at their children from the platform.

Blaise chuckled as he was the only one who heard Draco since Pansy was too busy watching people get onto the train car and carefully eavesdropping on each conversation. Draco's thoughts went to the journals and tome he had you look at. The books were safe in the black messenger bag you got him for Christmas since he put a small protection charm on it just in case someone wanted to take it.

Draco hadn’t been paying much attention to the conversation his friends were having until he felt someone sit down next to him. He turned his head slightly and saw Theo Nott had sat down next to him.

“I see that Draco is his normal quiet self. Nothing interesting happened this summer?” Theo asked as he looked over at his friends.

"Well I can tell you one thing that didn't happen this summer," Pansy said smugly while looking at Draco.

"Oooh, do tell Pansy. I'm all ears about what the 'Prince of Slytherin' wasn't able to achieve," Theo jokingly said as he leaned back looking at Pansy.

"Well our dear prince still hasn't confessed his undying love towards his dear childhood friend Y/n this summer," she said dramatically as Blaise rolled his eyes and shook his head.

"He didn't," Theo said pretending to be shocked as he turned toward Draco. "Come on mate it's been a good while now since you've started 'fixing' up your attitude and building up the courage to tell her how you feel, so why haven't you?" he said teasing Draco's new behavior.

"It's complicated," Draco said coldly as he looked at his friends while loosening his tie.

"Bloody Hell Draco, no it isn't," Theo said while throwing his hands up, "You fancy her, ask her out on a date."

"You are ridiculous," Draco said as he stood up, "Move Nott," almost growling as he looked at Theo.

"Fine be in denial," Theo said as he stood up and moved out of the way. "But just know if you don't make a move, someone else will."

Before anyone else could say anything to Draco he was already out of the train car. On his way, he grabbed the bag with the journals and the tome checking to see if anyone tampered with it. Once he was sure nobody messed with it, he continued to where Y/n would meet him.

Normal POV

You'd been staring out the window waiting for Draco to come with the journals for only a few minutes thinking about all the secrets Merlin kept in his journals. To think after all this time, that one of the greatest wizards of all time's journals were at your disposal, let alone with your best friend. You were too lost in thought to hear the compartment door open and close before someone sat down next to you.

"What are you thinking about?" Draco said as he took out the journals and tome before standing up and closing the compartment blinds carefully.

"Nothing that you don't already know," you said happily as you opened the first journal. "How was the Slytherin gang? Pansy still the school gossip?" you questioned as you took out your notebook and pen.

"Still the school gossip it seems," he said as he took off his suit jacket and loosened his tie before sitting back down next to you, "Blaise is his normal quiet self. Pansy hasn't changed him yet, thankfully," smiling as he watched you began to write some notes.

"I highly doubt that Pansy can change him unless he wanted to though I believe his attitude about blood status has improved since I started helping you understand," looking up from the tome to look Draco in the eyes for a moment before copying down more notes. "Even if it was hard at first."

Draco smiled as he listened to you talk about his friend and how much progress he made since that first day you started 'whipping him into shape'. He'd never admit to anyone except you, his mother, and Blaise how much of an ass he really was two years ago. Theo had made fun of him after he once saw you and Draco practicing with Luna and Neville practicing charms by the Black Lake. Theo complained about how he was hanging out with Looney Lovegood and Loasy Longbottom, for some reason this made Draco mad when he talked about your friends but he didn't understand why.

"Hard yes, but it's easier thanks to you and your endless amount of patience," he said as he looked over at what you were copying down, "Are those star maps?" confused about how you got to star maps.

"I decoded a few of the first lines and they were talking about how 'Casseopia greets the Lion and the Dragon on a cool evening. Once greeted the confusione shall disappear from thy parchment' so I drew up a rough star map to see how the stars would be positioned during the coming months," you said as you explained happily what you found.

"So when do Cassiopeia, Leo, and Draco greet each other in the night sky?" he said awkwardly unsure if this was a big clue or not.

"it seems so but I'll check the star maps in the library to be sure. So how does it feel that your namesake is a part of this riddle my dear dragon?" teasing him a bit as you nudged him playfully.

"Confused yet important," he said as he sat up giving you his smug smirk. "And if it wasn't for me snooping around my family library we wouldn't be on whatever adventure this is." nudging you back as he normally would though it felt a little different.

"Well as much as that is true, you'd be lost without me Draco," smiling as you stood up, "probably best to get changed into my robes before I get lost in the journals"

"I'll stay here till you get back Y/n," smiling as he watched you open the compartment door and close it behind you. He looked over your notes while you were gone trying desperately to read your handwriting when he thought he saw the slightest hint of a heart next to his name.

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