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six-strings-of-fate · 5 months

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An N$FW Ross Lynch x gn!Reader Fic

Sum: You've known Ross for a while, albeit as a friend-of-a-friend. Though he's always been friendly and respectful (and pretty damn attractive,) you two haven't spent much alone time. However, when all of you and his friends cancel on the night's plans and he invites you in for a movie night, the two of you become much closer than you ever expected. Word Count: 4,362 Rating: Mature (Oral Sex, Language) A/N: This is my first real shot at any xReader stuff, so I hope you like it!

Ross stood in the doorway in front of you, in nothing but the pair of gray briefs he swore he was gonna throw out for being too small. A T-shirt and jeans wasn't underdressed after all, it seemed.

“Oh, what’s up?” A small grin broke on Ross’s otherwise tired face as he rested his hand on the door frame. “I didn’t think you were coming over. Everyone else cancelled.”

“Yeah, but I was really looking forward to all of us hanging out again,” Though you spoke fairly evenly, your thoughts were all jumbled up with a scantily clad Ross in front of you. His skin was a light pink all over with a slight glow to it. Maybe it was your imagination, but his muscles all seemed to pop more than usual. “Sorry, I should’ve texted first.”

“It’s chill. Actually, I just finished working out and was gonna have a little movie night with myself.”

“Oh, right,” You responded with a quick smile, expecting him to ask you to leave, “Well, I-“

“But, since you’re already here,” Ross nodded his head upwards, gesturing towards his home, “I wouldn't say no to a little company. Especially not yours.”

You take a moment to respond, just a little caught up on the fact Ross was inviting you in like he wasn’t half-naked. You and him were close enough, sure, and it was impossible to have an objectively sexy pop-rock star friend and not see him in his underwear from time to time, but Ross had never been one to just be half-naked in front of you.

When you glanced up at Ross, though, you got the impression he knew this just as well. His amber eyes, trained solely on you, glistened in a way familiar to you from all your nights out on the town. The look a half-drunk, half-dressed, wholly-horny Ross gave to whoever he decided would be that night's mistake.

"Sure, why not?" Considering your friendship, you might be shaping up to be Ross's and your biggest mistake of all. Still, as you watched his muscled frame step aside to let you in, you couldn't be more grateful neither of you were perfect.

As you walked through the doorway, you felt warm skin against your neck as Ross draped his arm over your shoulder. With his side hugged firmly against yours, you could feel him humming My Heart Will Go On as well as you can hear it.

"Celine Dion? What, are we gonna watch Titanic or something?" You asked as Ross guided you into his living room. Even though you'd been to his place enough to know your way around, you didn't mind him guiding you around if he was this close.

"Don't judge me, okay?" Ross pleaded as you both came to a stop. He turned his head to look down at you, an exaggerated pout on his face.

"Of course not, it's a total classic or something," You responded, trying your best not to giggle. It was no secret Ross was more sentimental than the average guy, which was certainly something you loved about him, but it always struck you as a little humorous when he would recommend shows or songs that your grandma would criticize for being too sappy.

"Whatever, dude," Ross scoffed, removing his arm from your shoulder and patting you twice on the back, "I'll go grab the movie. In the meantime, you can sit here and rethink your taste in movies."

Despite his instructions, you found yourself standing still as Ross walked down the hallway to his room. Just like the rest of them, his back muscles seemed to bulge out from his body with a post-workout glow. Your eyes followed every muscle from his shoulder and down his spine, imagining how it'd feel to run your hands over them. Hard to the touch as your body would be pressed against his, something to grip while he shakes the bed f-

You shook your head, coming to your senses as he turned the corner. He was just your friend and nothing more, a fact you reminded yourself of as you went to sit down.

Ross's living room was comfortably familiar to you. Supported by hardwood flooring and surrounded by white walls, the living room housed brown leather couches and a small wooden coffee table. Against the wall behind them was a desk, flanked with two large black bookshelves, filled with photo albums, DVDs, and of course, books.

The leather of the couch stretched as you sat down, and you stretched in kind, grateful to be sat anywhere after the walk to Ross’s place. Straight across from you was his TV, on top of a glass tabletop with two rows of shelf supporting it. Several gaming consoles, devices, and board game boxes sat atop them.

After a minute or so of shuffling coming from Ross's room, he returned, a DVD box in hand and blanket over his shoulder.

"Got it," Ross held the DVD up to show you, then tossing it up in the air and catching it with his left hand. With his right, he pulled the blanket off himself and tossed it to you.

As you spread the blanket over yourself, your eyes again drifted to Ross as he took the disc out of the box went to put it in. He bent down to the DVD player, sliding the disc in.

Though Ross claimed his underwear were two sizes too small, you didn't mind the snug fit. Not when they were practically tearing at the seams trying to hold his ass in them. You could see both cheeks clearly, big, round, and bouncing as Ross jostled his DVD player.

"Piece of shit!" He grunted as he smacked around the poor device. Turning his head slightly, he added, "Sorry, it's a little slow. We've had this thing since my R5 days."

You probably mumbled out something like a response to Ross’s comment. Not like you would remember if you did, considering what started jiggling as Ross started roughing up his DVD player.

His dick was heavy. It had to be, considering how it had been saugging in his underwear since you'd gotten there. Now, with the aggressive motion of Ross smacking his DVD player, it swung up and down with such weight it pulled his underwear down a bit. Had the machine not been such a little bitch and began functioning, you might have gotten to see everything.

"Alright, it's working for now," Ross huffed, pulling up his underwear and resting his hands on his hips. So much for finding out why he was cast as Austin Moon. "Hopefully it'll hold out long enough for us to watch the whole thing. You thirsty?"

"What-?" You blinked several times, assuming you'd been called out for your not-so-subtle staring. You didn't think you were looking anywhere indecent, but his whole body was a minefield of places you could get lost daydreaming about.

"Are you thirsty? For a drink?" Ross tilted his head, a little confusion in his voice. "I just got sponsored by this sports drink company and they gave me more juice than I could ever want."

"Oh! Sure, yeah, totally," Affirmatives stumbled out of your mouth as you felt your face grew hot. The only thing keeping you from bursting into actual flames on the spot was the knowledge that you avoided the thousand-times worse situation of Ross knowing you were checking him out.

You somehow salvage the name of your favorite flavor from of the housefire of embarrassment that was your brain, telling it to Ross. With a smile as relaxed and charming as always, Ross gave you a nod and went into the kitchen.

Not more than a minute later, Ross returned, two cartons in hand.

“Heads up,” He called, tossing a carton to you and opening his red mixed-berry drink. Although you fumble it into your lap, Ross gives you a supportive thumbs up anyway.

The cap to the drink was unnecessarily complicated, taking all your focus to figure out and open (un-latch, un-hook, push down and twist? It's a surprise you didn't have to answer an algebra problem, too.) You were so focused, in fact, that you didn't notice Ross coming to sit next to you until he was practically on you.

Ross's couch was a three-seater, with room for two more people than that. With all that space on the sofa available to him, Ross chose to sit directly next to you. Not elbow-to-elbow close, not even arm-to-arm close, but him-slinging-his-arm-over-you-and-pulling-your-body-into-his close.

Even holding you against his barely clothed body, Ross was as nonchalant as ever.

"Okay," Ross sighed, seeming to lean against you as he settledhimself into the couch. After navigating the Blu-Ray menu to the "Play Movie" button, he turned his head to look at you, "Comfy?"

His face was inches from yours now. Minuscule details about him became clear to you- his stubble, the dimple on his right cheek, and several tiny blemishes on his face normally concealed by makeup. Things you hadn’t been able to see before, things most people never would, glowed in the dim light of his TV as his warm, minty(?) breath grazed your face.

"Yeah," You whispered, "I am."

For the most part, you and Ross were quiet after that. Though your focus was mostly on the fact that Ross and you were so close while he was so naked, the parts of Titanic you did focus on were pretty alright (even if all your investment in the story came from imagining Ross as Jack and yourself as Rose.)

After about the halfway point of the movie, (that is, an hour and a half of him cradling you against his body,) Ross began to slide his arm down your back. Casually, while he made some comment about the film. He rested it low on your body, his forearm wrapping around your waist and hand exerting a slight grip on your hip. His index finger played around with your waistband, like it was waiting for your permission to rip your pants clean off.

With the suggestive placement of Ross's hand, your mind started swarming with the same thoughts it had been earlier. Feeling you up, watching Titanic, being half-fucking-naked alone with you- if he wasn't trying to communicate he was into you, then he was communicating how in-sane he was.

So, you rested his head on his shoulder. Considering how close you were, it was barely more than a slight tilt, but Ross noticed. He rested his head on top of yours, giving your hip a light squeeze.

“Y’know, I’m actually kinda glad everyone else cancelled on us,” Ross spoke, his voice low and quiet, yet still reverberating through your head, "I'm glad we're spending some one-on-one time together."

"Me too," You responded, your hand finding a comfortable spot on Ross's thigh, "I can't remember the last time it's been just me and you."

"It hasn't," Ross responded quickly, then following up with an awkward, "I mean, you were my brother's friend first, so we usually only hang out with him around."

Before you could appreciate the fact Ross was as fixated on the fact you two were alone as you were, you felt his head turn until you could hear his slow, deep breathing in your ear.

"That's why I never made my move before," With every word, the soft skin of his lips brushed against your ear. Though his voice was even lower than before, it seemed a thousand times louder than the movie playing in front of you.

It took every ounce of boldness within you to turn your head too. Nose-to-nose with Ross, you could tell he’d let you kiss him right then. Still, you couldn’t resist letting this moment go on a little longer.

“Well, he’s not here now,” With every word, your lips brushed against Ross’s the slightest bit, “But you haven’t done anything yet.”

Ross broke into a smile, “You think I haven’t made a move tonight?”

“I think you haven’t made the move tonight.”

Ross opened his mouth, which you presumed was to speak. Anticipating his next words, you were surprised as the banter between you both was cut short by Ross kissing you on the lips.

For a second, didn’t register it was happening. He barely had to move to reach your lips, and you didn’t move at all. It was two or three seconds before you even thought to kiss back. It was nice, but Ross pulled away too soon for you to appreciate it fully.

“There,” Ross ran his hand through his hair, “That better?”

"A little," You said. Amazingly, even as heat rose through your chest and face, you played it cool.

"A little? What, you want more?" Ross responded, not really a question or offer. Just a statement of fact, plain and simple.

Paying Ross back in kind for catching you off guard before, you leaned in and kissed him in place of a response. You shimmied your hand up his back and placed your hand behind his head, making sure he wouldn't pull away so quickly.

The best part of kissing Ross wasn't that he was objectively amazing at it. It wasn't his silky hair in your hand or soft lips on yours. It wasn't even him caressing your lower back under your shirt. It was how he smelled.

God, he smelled good. More than good, intoxicating. His woodsy deodorant mixed with his post-workout musk filled your nostrils he pulled you in closer, driving you crazier with every whiff you got.

Eventually, his lips weren’t enough for you anymore, and you began to kiss him across his cheek and jaw, settling on his neck. It was thick and smelled strongly of Ross's cologne- of Ross, that every ounce of restraint escaped your body along with desperate breaths and yearning moans.

You felt Ross’s deep moans vibrate in his throat as you took bits of loose skin between your teeth and ran your tongue over his larynx destabilized by heavy breaths. Your free hand roamed his chest, rock-hard just as you predicted, eventually finding it's way down to his navel. Without hesitation, your fingers began to tug at the waistband of his underwear, and questions of whether your prediction about what was underneath were as true as those about his abs.

"Take 'em off," Ross spoke in an authoritative tone you'd never heard before, "I know you want to."

You wanted to, more than Ross could ever you did. The second Ross raised his hips up to allow easy removal, you yanked his underwear down to his knees.

You stared at his cock. Gawked, even. How could you not? You'd been daydreaming about it for the past 90 minutes daydreaming about it.

It was more than everything you thought it'd be. So thick it couldn't stand up on its own, Ross's dick rested against his stomach. You couldn't tell it's exact length, but experience and intuition told you it was comfortably within the ballpark of 8 inches of length. It was a couple shades lighter than the rest of his body, with the head and balls a light shade of red. A couple of veins ran across it, the most notable being a thick, jagged line from the head of his dick to the bottom of his shaft. If you weren't so dead set on getting it into one or more of your holes, you'd find yourself intimidated.

Ross tilted your head upwards, shifting your gaze from his cock to his smirk. He didn't have to use his words to ask if you liked what you saw, and you didn't have to use yours to tell him you did. Instead, you both found yourself leaning into another kiss.

It felt natural, the way your bodies turned to face one another's, even though your first kiss with him wasn't five minutes ago. Arching your back and leaning into him, Ross wrapped his arms around you and laid on his back, pulling you down with him.

With the help of gravity, Ross's cock was pressed up against your chest. Though you weren't getting any skin-to-skin contact, you still felt the massive mass of meat below you. Arms gripped tight around you, Ross jerked your body upwards and downwards, creating friction on his dick that caused the vibrating moans you felt leave his mouth and enter yours.

Soon, you realized once more that Ross's lips weren't enough for you, and you knew his neck wouldn't be either. Once Ross's grip on you loosened, you moved from his mouth to give a quick kiss on his neck, then finally biting his left nipple.

"Shit!" Ross bucked his hips into your chest, but your mouth remained sucking on his nipple. You kept kissing and biting it, moans vibrating in your chest as Ross grinded his cock against it.

By the time you moved on, licking every single one of Ross's abs and the space between them. The lower you got, the fewer places you could lick that didn't have some hair bristling pleasantly against your tongue. Your shirt was wet with precum from Ross's rock-hard dick, stil rubbing up and down against your neck. With the sounds and movements he was making being so desperate, you knew exactly what he needed from you.

So, your tongue continued its journey down Ross's body, until it was finally at the base of his cock. Your tongue ran in half circles around Ross's shaft, a little less hairy than his navel. His hips were continuously pumping up down slightly, grunting like he was trying to keep himself calm and failing miserably.

You gave a few teasing licks to the bottom of his shaft, right over his vein, before pulling away and pleasuring his balls instead. His hips shot up as your tongue touched the skin under his balls, and he shouted a couple explosives as you continued licking.

Finally, he yanked your head away, reddening and gasping for breath as he told you, "Just- Fuck- Just focus on my dick, 'cause that's- that's too fucking much for me right now."

You nodded in agreement, promising yourself to return back down there to make him cum. With the power to completely unravel Ross, to leave him blushing and creaming and gasping for air, it would be criminal not to use it.

In the meantime, you did what he asked of you and lifted your head upwards, leaving less than an inch between your lips and the head of Ross's cock. It glistened, already leaking precum like Ross was ready to blow. A firm lick could've finished him off, but you intended on making this last.

You tasted Ross's precum, pressing the tip of your tongue on the head of his dick. He whimpered, placing his hand on the back of your head without exerting any pressure. The liquid was warmer than his skin, citrusy and rich with a flavor you'd never tasted before, that left you wanting more and more.

Running your tongue all over the head of Ross's cock, you lapped up all rest of the precum as Ross released soft sounds of pleasure. His hips rocked up and down ever so slightly, like his body was moving in a pleasure-driven trance that slowly intensified as you explored his cock further. His body jolted each time your tongue explored somewhere new, returning to an increased pace of thrusting right after. From under the head, down his shaft, and around the base, your tongue had thoroughly mapped out Ross's cock before your lips even touched it. He was moaning and pumping his hips, but you were just getting started.

After quickly licking off the precum on Ross’s cock again, you took the head into your mouth. You only intended to put a little into your mouth, but Ross bucked his hips into the air, and before you knew it, you had the head of his dick against the roof of your mouth.

“Mmfph!” You exclaimed, mouth full of cock. It wasn’t uncomfortable, nor was enough of it in that you couldn’t breathe, but it did surprise you. Readjusting quickly, you made space in the back of your mouth so that Ross could continue thrusting up and down without triggering your gag reflex.

From the sounds he made, you were putting him and heaven. He grunted and groaned, barely taking time to breathe between each noise. Cursing and moaning your name, you felt his hand press your head further down on his cock.

You took the extra length in your mouth in stride, gripping your left thumb and hoping for the best. Almost all of his dick was in your mouth, air coming into your throat every spare second Ross was out.

It wasn’t the action of sucking dick that brought you pleasure, though. It was Ross’s reaction, becoming ever more frantic and aggressive the longer you had him in your mouth.

“Holy fuck, you’re fucking-“ Ross gasped, unable to finish his sentence before letting out a shuddering moan. He hadn’t said anything, but you could tell he was close.

After another few seconds, you pulled your mouth off his cock and licked his shaft once again. Predicting his upwards thrust at the change in sensation, you only licked halfway down his dick, letting his sudden motion bring the base up to your tongue. As his hips fell, you lowered your head with them, running your tougue around and under his balls.

Like before, Ross's reaction was explosive, but you were prepared this time. You wrapped one hand around his cock and stroking, pressing down on his abs to keep his hips from jumping too high as he cried out with pleasure.

"Oh my g-" Ross, gasping for air, wriggled ferociously even as you held him down. Your tongue would've quite literally driven him up the wall were he standing.

A waterfall of expletives and precum flooded out of his mouth and cock respectively, and you could tell by the tension of his cock in your hand that his climax was near. The more intensely he grunted and cussed and thrusted his hips, the quicker your tongue ran all over his balls and your hand jerked off his cock.

"I'm g- I'm gonna-" Ross yelled, and you jumped into action. Your head rose up and you put as much of Ross as could possibly fit into your mouth.

Five ropes of thick, citrusy cum fired into the very back of your mouth as Ross fired off every exclamation he knew of. His face, you could see, was redder than the carton of mixed-berry he'd guzzled down earlier. His mouth gaped and his gaze was trained straight onto you, brimming so thoroughly with lust that you wondered how he contained it for as long as he had.

As more ropes shot into your mouth, you felt Ross push your head even further down onto his cock and say your name. A whisper at first, but he repeated louder and louder as his load just kept coming.

You locked eyes with Ross and, even as you began to feel the need for air get to you, you felt like you could be there with him forever, being filled with cum, attraction, and even the slightest hint of love.

Finally, Ross released your head and you pulled away, swallowing all his cum in one gulp, followed by as much air as you could. You coughed a little as Ross sat up across from you on the couch, running his hand through his hair dampened with sweat.

With a still-reddened face, all he could say was your name with a contented smile and look of adoration.

"What?" You teased, keeping your cool in spite of everything. Rather than respond with words, Ross crawled forward and kissed you, pushing you over with his body weight.

You were fully prepared for him to return the favor when you heard a car pulling into the driveway.

"Shit, that's Rocky," He muttered, leaping off of you and searching the floor for his underwear, "I thought he'd be out longer."

Once he found them, Ross scrambled into his underwear and rushed to his room. Obviously, you watched his butt jiggle as he ran away.

"Act normal!" He called as he turned into his room.

Moments later, Rocky walked in through the door, eyes widening as he saw you.

"Hey. Didn't think you'd be over," He said, glancing at Titanic still playing on the TV. "Where's Ross?"

Before you had to make up some lie, Ross reemerged from his room, now in a lavender t-shirt and shorts, smiling casually like nothing happened between you two.

"Sorry, I spilled some juice on myself and had to go change," Ross walked up to his brother and pulled him into a side hug, "How was the dentist?"

"Shitty. I thought I could watch some Golden Girls to relax, but if you guys are busy..."

"No, it's okay," You spoke up, face flushing with heat, "I was just going anyways."

Ross looked surprised, "You were?"

You gulped. You really, really wished you could stay, but everything you wanted to with Ross would be made awkward with the knowledge his brother in the house. Besides, if you stuck around Ross too long, you were certain Rocky would catch on to whatever was happening between you two.

"Yeah, I... gotta get up early tomorrow."

Ross looked disappointed, but walked you out to your car, standing close enough to you that your hands brushed repeatedly.

"I'll see you around," You told Ross, sticking your key in the car.

You turn around to face him, and he pulls you in for a kiss. A quick one, though the way he lingered pulling away told you he wanted more.

"Make it soon, okay?" Ross grinned, checking you out one last time as he turned around, "I owe you some head."

You watched him walk away one last time, the butterflies in your chest running wild as you stepped into you car. Though you couldn't tell what you had just yet, you knew it wasn't ending any time soon.

#ross lynch #ross lynch x reader #fanfiction #smut #fanfic #the driver era #sexy

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bomberqueen17 · 8 months

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letters

So in 1944 my grandpa got tuberculosis. It was bad enough that they sent him to a sanitarium up in the Adirondacks for a rest cure, which was what was recommended at the time. He'd been married to my grandmother for just a little while; they had a son, my uncle, and she was pregnant with my dad.

While he was there he wrote letters daily. He wrote a lot of letters, I think, to his parents and sister and friends. But the ones he sent to his wife, my grandma, she kept.

I don't know the chronology of it all, but after Grandma died, probably my dad found the packet of letters, as he was the one who went through her effects-- might have been his little sister, my aunt. Anyway the packet got circulated around, and then came back to my dad, who carefully organized all of the letters into a binder with individual plastic archival sleeves. Someone asked after them recently, and Mom found them and pulled them out. I was over there today, feeding her cat while she's on vacation, and so I leafed through them.

Grandpa's handwriting is similar, a bit, to my late father's, so I was able to read it reasonably easily. He started strong, the first letter he recounts how he fared in the rainstorm he'd apparently left home in, and then asks how Grandma fared.

How are you, my Baby? Did your schooner of sleep bear you safely thru the storm? If it didn't then you won't be reading this sorry excuse for a letter.

In that same letter he goes on to say,

Zounds! How can I create in this infernal bedlam? All the patients are up (as far as possible) and braying, the phone is ringing, Ma is delivering the Gettysburg Address + Pa is making more noise with a piece of wrapping paper than I could make with a hammer and a piece of steele [sic].

It rapidly escalates from there, and in a later letter he explains that the rest cure was so boring he had literally nothing to do, nothing to write home about, and so in an effort to keep from dwelling on how much he hated it there, he would write these flowery, possibly-repetitive love letters, because he simply had nothing else to talk about.

Your accounts of the marital woes of the [illegible, probably neighbors] are really hair-raising, but I don't think that the happiness of our marriage is due entirely to good fortune. As I have always said, we were made for each other a long, long time ago and our hearts refused to love anyone until the right one came along.

Looking at the postmarks, I realized they dated from right around the time of my father's birth, so I found the one that was sent the day after Dad was born, and it did not disappoint.

My beloved Words cannot express just how I feel this morning; I am all mixed up. You are so wonderful that sometimes I wonder what I ever did to deserve you. You are the one who is increasing our fortunes, for truly our children are the treasures that make us rich. You are so brave, so cool that I hold you in undying amazement. I am sure of one thing, My Darling; I know your sons will love you, not just because you are their mother, but for your own precious self, for the truly great woman you are. For the ordeal you have gone thru to bring these precious lives into being, rest assured of the eternal devotion of your menfolk. Last night all I could think of was you. I heard the night train coming into the station and my heart said "Run, run and catch the train before it is too late. Run to your loved ones and to hell with the results. Run, let nothing keep you from their sides." But my head said, "No, don't undo all that has been done. They also serve who stand and wait. Wait, and by so doing, prove your love to be more than the reckless love of youth, prove it to be the wise, guiding love that lives on long after passion has spent itself and thus spent, dies." And so I waited and the train left without me + my heart hated me for it.

Oh boy I cried, I sure did. (I had to look it up; "They also serve who only stand and wait" is from John Milton's Sonnet XIX.)

He always uses beloved or darling or somesuch as the salutation, but he often refers to her as Red within the text of the letters, because she had red hair. He occasionally made saucy references to their sex life, elsewhere in the letters. But mostly it's absolutely banger shit like this:

My thoughts and deeds, my smiles and tears, my happiness, my loneliness, my joy, my sorrow, my every breath, yea, even the final beat of my loving heart are poor blossoms placed on my altar of adoration, raised in humble gratitude to you.

Her name was Margaret, and I never knew her to have any nicknames, she just went by her name. Except to him, apparently. But as for him-- his government name was John, as was my father's, but my father never had to have a nickname, because there was never a day in his life Grandpa went by John. His name was Buddy, everyone called him Buddy, and he signed his letters as Buddy.

He died in January of 1978 of complications related to the damage to his lungs from the tuberculosis (not directly, but it was related). Grandma was standing in the hallway of the hospital, watching him sleep, waiting for him to wake up so he could meet my older sister, his third grandchild. He never did meet her.

She died in 2002 of congestive heart failure; I'd spent much of the preceding week with her and she'd spoken mostly of him.

#family lore #letters #history i guess

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lovelyladyabsinthewrites · 7 months

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Always Safest Near the Sea

Pairing: Percy Jackson x Demigod!Reader

Warnings: hurt&comfort, conflicted feelings, siblingxsibling implied, aphrodite meddling with poor kids, mentions of car accident, death

Words: 1,014

Summary: You always found it odd when your grandparents had told you "It's always safest near the sea". Normally children were told the exact opposite. Or had they known all along about your true parentage?

Cabin 3 was quiet except for Tyson’s loud snoring and the soft trickling of the fountain at the far end of the cabin. Tyson had been the only happy one to find out that you were his sister. Everyone else. . . They treated you like a pariah. Especially Percy who you had been growing close to.

You burrow deeper into your blankets as despair entrapped you. You missed the Hermes cabin, you felt awfully lonely.

To learn that you shouldn’t have even been born. . . It was enough to bring tears to your eyes. All the friends you had acquired were distant now as they stared at you. Daughter of Poseidon. There was no joy in your father having claimed you. You wished he had just ignored you. That would have been the considerate thing to do.

You missed your grandparents who had done their best to raise you; not knowing about your paternal parentage. Your mother had died when you were just a toddler, never getting the chance to tell you the truth. That was if she even knew herself.

Deciding that sleep would not have you that night, you peeled your covers off of you and quietly left the cabin to go down to the beach. The night was cool and calming as you sit on the sand. Camp Half-Blood didn’t feel like home anymore.

“I’d rather have Hermes as a dad.” You told the ocean bitterly, hoping it would carry the message to your father. The longer you watched the lazy waves, the angrier you got.

“I felt like that in the beginning too.” Came Percy’s voice from behind you. “But I wouldn’t say that out loud. Don’t want to upset. . . our dad.”

You just glare at him as he sheepishly stood there, his black hair blending with the black backdrop of night. “Oh, you’re finally talking to me?”

Immediately he flushes and stumbles over his words. “I-I deserve that. . .”

Hugging your knees to your chest, you hid your tear streaked face. “I thought all of you were my friends. Then you just turned on me. That hurt. A lot.”

The sand quiets his footsteps as he draws closer to you. “I know. (y/n) I’m so soryr. It’s been a shock to everyone. I should have known better. They treated me like that too when dad claimed me. And then when Tyson came along. . . I didn’t deal with that well either.” Swiftly Percy sits next to you, careful to leave a distance between. “Everything is just so confusing now.”

You lift your head up to rest your chin on your knees. In a slow fashion, your fingers were mindlessly weaving themselves through the soft sand.

A sigh fills the air like a passing breeze. “This is why Annabeth calls me Seaweed Brain. Can you forgive me?”

Going through this would be easier if you had both of your brothers by your side. Delicate music that the water played in the background. It always soothed your tempers.

Always safest near the sea.

Odd that your grandparents would tell that to you. Had. . . Had they known? Or was it one huge coincidence. Normally children were told the opposite. “Stay away from the water” should have been what your grandma yelled at you that one day. Like many demigods, you were a rambunctious child. Filled with endless energy and not being able to sit still, your grandma and grandpa had surprised you to a trip to the beach. The painful hours spent in the car was worth it when you finally arrived. Personally you didn’t remember much as it was years ago. Bits here and there, but not everything. You remember her words though.

They ended up proving true. Ultimately it saved your life.

“You found me here.” You quietly whisper.

Percy nods and looked out to the calm surface. “Yeah. I had this nagging feeling that I should go to the shore that night.” Deep green eyes flick nervously over to you. “Guess now we know why.”

It had been several weeks since Percy had found you there. Having thought you were a mermaid for a moment, he realized that you were just unconscious. You had woken up to identical green eyes. That’s when you had remembered what had happened.

You and your grandparents were taking another trip to the beach. Excited that it was finally summer and you could go to the beach, you grew antsy in the car. Temporarily distracted by your CD player, you were spared the sight of the monster that came barreling into the side of the car. Straight into the sand. They screamed at you to get in the water as fast as you could and instructed you not to look back. Bleeding and stumbling through tears you did so. Immediately the waves swallowed you whole.

The warmth of Percy’s hand on top of your’s made you look up at him past your lashes. “Things will get better. I promise.”

As Percy said that, something fell into the pit of his stomach. His rotten luck that the girl he had developed a small crush on was his sister. A snake of shame coils itself into tight knots inside of him. Amidst the chaos in his life, (y/n) had come out of nowhere and reminded Percy that he wasn’t just a demigod, but still a growing adolescent who deserved fun every once in a while too. He laughed more around (y/n) and enjoyed being a playful boy around his crush.

But. . . He had to forget about what he had felt for her. There was no place for such feelings now that he knew she was his half-sister.

Aphrodite seemed to have other plans for Percy though. Looking at (y/n) now, he still felt the same tug in his chest and the fluttering in his cheeks. The goddess of love wasn’t letting him off that easily. To Aphrodite, this would be the romance story of the century; greater and more impossible than that of Helen and Paris.

It would prove to be equally as tragic as well.

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Scrabble Night

by Jane F. Nyx

Pairing: Eddie Munson x FemReader

Summary: Eddie's grandma (his Nannie) is always trying to find him a girlfriend. So one day Nannie takes Eddie to Scrabble night with her 'girls' so that she and her best friend could get two metal lovers together.

W/C: 3.2k

A/N: Reposting this Oneshot, because I don’t think it received the love it deserved.

Proof read! Feedbacks and tips will be wel recieved :))

Happy reading everyone!!

Eddie loved to visit his grandma Elisabeth.

She was his uncle’s and mom’s mother, which meant that she was Eddie’s Nannie.

He hadn't seen her in a while, but when he did he knew he would come back a few pounds bigger. Nannie was the type of grandma that wouldn't stop asking his grandson if he was hungry, claiming he was too thin.

And today was going to be one of those days, or at least he thought so…

Eddie and his uncle Wayne arrived at her house around 2 p.m.

They could smell the famous homemade cookies from outside the house.

She lived in a small trailer much like theirs, where Wayne and his sister Lucy (Eddie’s mom) had grown up.

Shortly after Wayne had knocked at the door a small woman with thick and curly hair much like Eddie’s appeared at the door, the only difference being that hers were now grey. She was wearing a dress and an apron covered in flour.

She couldn’t stop her excitement when she saw the two “My sweet boys,” she exclaimed, rushing them to get inside.

She first hugged and kissed Wayne on the cheek, saying things like "My handsome boy," and "I missed you so much,".

They had planned their visit for a while, Wayne was always busy with work and Eddie with school and everything that happened in the Upside Down the past year. Only now were they able to visit her, on the summer vacation when Wayne didn't work in the afternoons and Eddie didn't have class.

After Nannie greeted Wayne she stopped right in front of Eddie, looked him up and down and said "Look at you," Nannie had a proud look on her face.

Eddie wasn't wearing the best outfit, but he did try to impress his grandmother. He wore ripped black jeans and a grey Metallica t-shirt.

"You have grown so much, my sweetheart," she said, trying to take in how much her boy had grown in a not-so-long period of time.

*****

Their afternoon together was more than great, they had spent the time eating the delicious cookies Nannie had made, catching up with everything that happened the last year (living behind some parts, we don't want to give Nannie a heart attack), telling stories about Wayne's childhood and how he an Eddie looked alike, asking if Eddie wanted to have his jeans sewed up by her, then asking again (she thought he was ashamed).

And asking about his passions, if he still wanted to be a rockstar like he used to say he would.

"One day I'll be a rockstar like Elvis Nannie," little Eddie would say "You will be even better than him sweety," she would reply.

When the day was almost over Wayne declared they needed to go back, he still had the night shift.

Nannie insisted that Eddie should stay over the weekend, they could do a lot together and it would be nice to have some help. He had just graduated after all.

"Let the boy here," she said while Eddie gave him puppy eyes, he was transported to when he was 9 years old and would beg his uncle to let him stay over the weekend.

Wayne claimed that Eddie didn't have enough clothes to stay over, "I came prepared," Eddie said when he pulled some clothes from the backpack to show his uncle. Wayne gave up again, knowing it wouldn’t help to debate with the two. Wayne then gathered his things and went home.

Shortly after Wayne left, the party began.

"So, finally," Nannie clapped her hands together and was now walking in the direction of the cabinet, she opened it up and got a long tin bottle of liquor, along with two small glasses. "Now that that boring man is gone…" Nannie purred the red liquid into the glasses and handed one to Eddie, who gladly accepted some alcohol.

Nannie told Eddie about this Scrabble Night thing, where she and her 'girls' went every Saturday to drink and play a bit, it would start at 6 p.m and she wanted Eddie to go with her, "Common, don't you want to make your old grandma some company?"

-"Nannie, you don't have to ask, of course I will go," he wanted to spend more time with her and forget about everything from last year "Who else is going to drive you back?" he smiled at her and she grinned in response.

*****

Elizabeth had been planning this encounter since the day she heard that Eddie was going to come over for the weekend, she knew her grandson very well and by that, she also knew his taste. She had made some attempts before to get the metalhead a girlfriend but she didn’t have any luck.

But on one Scrabble Night like many others, Nannie and her best friend were talking about their grandchildren and on that night they found out that the two had a lot in common, both were in a band, wore ripped dark clothes and listened to ‘screaming music’. That was when their plan started, they were getting the two together.

Eddie’s and Nannie’s day was spent mostly chit-chatting about their lives, Eddie helping her in the garden, mowing the lawn, or watering the plants, her insisting on sewing his clothes, again.

“Nannie, it’s a style,” and “No, I am not ashamed to ask you to sew them,” he said.

“Are you sure sweety?” she insisted.

When it was almost time to go Eddie went to take a shower while Elizabeth was getting ready. Shortly after she changed into better-looking clothes the phone rang.

“Hello?” Elizabeth answered the phone

-“Hello hun, it’s Mary!” the voice on the other side of the line responded, Mary was Elizabeth’s best friend from the Scrabble Nights.

“I am just calling to confirm everything,” Mary said “Is he going?”

-“Yes, he is,” she was grinning at the phone “How about y/n? Is she going as well?”

-“Definitely, she is just getting changed and we are on our way,” Mary gave a small laugh “It’s going to be fun hahaha,” the two grandmas, the biggest wingmen to ever exist.

After the call ended they said their goodbyes and were waiting for their grandchildren so they could leave.

“Nannie, I’m ready,” Eddie walked out of the bathroom drying his hair with a towel, he wore the same ripped jeans from when he got there and a white faded Iron Maiden t-shirt. Nannie got the keys from her old pick-up truck and handed them to Eddie “Drive slowly please,”

“Don’t you trust me, Nannie?” Eddie picked up the keys and a smile was spread all over his face “Let’s go,” he said.

*****

After their not-so-long trip they arrived at, what Eddie supposed was a middle school gymnasium. There were a few other cars parked in the parking lot, voices could be heard from inside the place, lots of laughter and that familiar smell of old people. If you know what I mean.

Eddie helped his grandma get inside, “What a gentleman,” his grandma pinched his cheeks. The place was very bright and warm, there were six tables aligned in the center of the area, making a long line, chairs on each side and both ends, and probably more than five sets of Scrabble. The big question now was, “How the fuck are they going to play this?” he thought.

But before his thoughts could be answered Nannie’s eyes had caught someone and she was now waving at the woman entering the room from the door on the other side, Eddie followed her gaze and saw a small old woman with grey hair much like his grandma’s with quite a familiar smile, but she wasn’t alone, a girl followed her, you followed her.

“Is she wearing a Black Sabbath t-shirt or have I just gone blind?” Eddie thought, he was staring at you with an amused but confused look on his face.

The two women were walking their way to them, and as their images were drowned closer he concluded that it definitely was a Black Sabbath t-shirt, the little devils and the purple title spelling ‘Black Sabbath’ made it quite obvious.

The old lady, that Eddie assumed was your grandma, was a little further ahead and greeted Elizabeth with open arms, “Beth, it’s so good to see you,” the small woman said, she was now turning her head towards Eddie, “And you,” she looked him up and down, “You must be Eddie,” she also hugged him.

“Pleasure to meet you, ma'am?!” Eddie didn’t know what to do, so he kind of retributed to the hug.

“Where are my manners,” she took a few steps back “My name is Mary, I’m an old friend of your grandma’s,” she now looked towards the girl standing behind her “And this is my granddaughter y/n,”

Not knowing what to do you send him an awkward laugh and wave at Eddie, which he contributed with a wave and an unspoken ‘Hi’ towards you. You were now scanning him trying to figure out if you would spend your time talking to him or not even bother doing so.

With ripped black jeans, an Iron Maiden shirt and long hair, he was a solid maybe/we can give it a try.

The two grandmas got a quick catch-up, switched knowing glances, and went to find seats, with you both following a little behind.

“So… Black Sabbath, huh?” Eddie tried to break the painful silence. “Does she even like the band or did she get this shirt second-hand?!” he thought.

-“If you are going to ask if I can name three songs the answer is yes, but I’m not giving you that satisfaction,” you respond a little drier than you intended.

-“I wasn’t going to,” he was now a little embarrassed, he messed up, “Was it that obvious?”.

-“If you say so…” you looked at him not believing him. Maybe he was going to ask you but decided not to.

-“I have never seen that shirt before, where did you get it from?” Eddie asked curiously, wanting to change the subject a little and know more about the amazing shirt and the beautiful girl wearing them.

-“It’s from their tour from last year,” you said sounding less annoyed by his questions, thankfully.

-“You are telling me you saw Black Sabbath live?” he was in shock, he was next to someone who breathed the same air as one of his favourite bands of all time. It was Eddie’s dream to see them playing live and knowing someone who actually did made him feel so jealous.

He was one person away from Black Sabbath.

“Yeah, I did, I saved every cent I could get to go and see them,” and you were proud of it, you could see the jealous look on his face, which made you giggle a little. “They were amazing, worth every cent!”

“Yep, I am definitely jealous,” Eddie confessed taking a seat next to his grandma. The two elderly ladies gave each other glances now and then. Again.

Mary quickly took a seat before you did, giving you no chance but to seat next to Eddie, you looked around to make sure, but all the other seats were taken. You looked at your grandma looking for any sort of response to the way she was acting right now, she smiled at you and quickly looked at Mrs. Elizabeth hoping you wouldn’t notice it, but you did.

You quickly put two pieces together, they were trying to get the two of you together.

You sat down next to Eddie and decided to give in, he was trying to start a normal conversation, maybe you should try and do the same thing. “Your shirt is pretty cool too,” you said.

“What this old thing?” he pointed at his shirt, it was in fact pretty old, he was surprised it still would feat him and that he could see the graphic. “It is one of my first ones, but thanks,”

You were about to say something but you were cut off by one of the players saying the game was going to start in 5 minutes. You looked at Eddie and he looked at you, both of you didn’t know how to play.

“Do you know how to play?” you whispered, not wanting to disturb the players.

“I have no fucking clue,” he laughed a little too loud resulting in a few Shh’s towards you two.

Which resulted in more laughter from your side, hands flying to your mouths.

“Want to wait outside until their game is over?” he whispered to you.

“That’s a good idea,” you responded, “Grandma, I’m going to wait outside with Eddie. Have fun” you kissed her on her forehead and got up.

“I am outside Nannie, make some grandmas cry for me,” Eddie also got up.

After the two metalheads left the gymnasium Mary whispered to Elizabeth, “Our plan is starting to work,”.

*****

“You call your grandma Nannie?” you asked him when outside, the night breeze catching your cheeks and turning them slightly pink.

-“What about it?” Eddie looked you in the eyes.

-“Nothing, it’s just that you look all tough and everything but you call your grandma something so sweet like Nannie,” you said in a sarcastic tone.

-“Are you judging me now, Mrs. Know-it-all?” he grinned at your comment, you just met each other and you were already making remarks, he liked it.

-“Just an observation,” you crossed your arms because of the cold and looked him up and down.

You guys walked to his grandma's truck, he lowered the door of the trunk so that he could seat.

When he sat down he pointed at the free space next to him, suggesting for you to take the seat, which you did.

Shortly after you saw he was looking for something in the pockets of his leather jacket, a pack of cigarettes and a lighter.

He took one out, positioned it between his teeth, lighted it up and took a long drag. He leaned his head back and blew the smoke out of his lungs through his mouth and nose.

You could see a fraction of what you assumed was a tattoo, he looked hot. You thought, staring a little. Maybe too long.

“Take a picture,” yep, he definitely saw you staring “It lasts longer you know,” he looked you in the eyes and brought the hand holding de cigarette closer to you. He gestured to the cig laying between his ringed fingers with his chin.

“I don’t smoke, thanks,” you simply reply, pushing his hands lightly.

“Sure,” Eddie took another drag of his cigarette, shorter this time.

“And what does the pretty girl like to do around here?” he didn’t know what to ask or how he could compliment her in a way.

“Well, the petty girl just graduated, so she doesn’t have much to do apart from work, study and play a bit of music,” you liked the compliment, he was very good looking too. So… Maybe this could get somewhere.

“Ooh, really?” he kind of guessed you would say something like that, but he didn’t want to get his hopes up “And what do you play?”.

“I play the drums in this ‘band’ me and my friends formed, but they don’t have much time now for practice,” he looked interested so you continued “So now I just play along with some music, my parents are not the biggest fans of it,” you laughed at the last part.

“How about you?” you tried to match his energy “What does the pretty boy like to do around here?”

“Here not much, I am from Hawkins, I’m just visiting my grandma,” Eddie was happy to know you guys had a few more things in common, maybe even more than he thought.

“I’m also in a band, I play the guitar and I sing. We used to play at this old bar in town, sometimes we had public, a few drunks and my uncle when he didn't have to work. But now our drummer went to college. Maybe you could come over someday and we could jam a bit if you really are that good…” he was a bit hopeful, but he wouldn’t let that show.

“The best in town!” you said proudly “Your dreams might come true Mr, I’m going to spend two weeks with my younger cousin who happens to live in Hawkins as well,” a small smile appeared on your face.

Eddie thought you looked so pretty, the moonlight reflecting on you, the breeze making your hair dance a little, that amazing shirt you were wearing, you played an instrument and matched his energy, he must be dreaming.

“I guess it’s my lucky day,” he said, more to himself than to you.

Time passed and you found out you had A LOT in common, more than you guys had imagined. You had started a little game of this or that to know more about each other.

“Okay, now the important one: Dio or Ozzy?” Eddie asked, he himself didn’t know what his answer would be, but he was curious how you would react.

“I think—” you started to answer, but to his disappointment your grandmas showed up. You were saved by the bell…

“Hallo sweeties! Did you guys have fun?” Mary asked, curious about the outcome of her and Elizabeth's plan.

“Yes, Eddie made a good company,” you said eyeing him, he made a dramatic offended face and turned to talk to his own grandma.

“Granny,” you said in almost a whisper so that only she could hear it “ Do you have pen and paper so I can give Eddie my number?” you had never seen your grandma be so quick in her entire life, in a millisecond the woman had a pen and a post it on her hand. You laughed, but quickly wrote down your phone number, the address you were staying in Hawkins and your cousin's phone number.

You and your grandma said your goodbyes, you made sure to greet Eddie last. You extend your hand for him to shake, the post-it folded and on your extended hand, he shook your hand and smiled when he felt the post-it. “It was nice to meet you,” he said “It was to meet you too,” you said. You turned around and left, hoping he might call you.

As soon as Eddie got to his grandma’s house he opened the small piece of paper, you had clearly written from who the two numbers were and left below you signed “-The best drummer in town.”.

And on that same night, he called you!!

*****

Hawkins, two weeks after.

You and Eddie had planned a ‘date’, he would pick you up from your cousin’s house, you guys would go to the music store, buy some tees, patches maybe some vinyls. He was excited to see you again, he made sure to look decent. He had woken up early to wash his hair, he even used some good products for his wild hair. You guys had been talking a lot since that Scrabble Night, late-night telephones had become a routine these past two weeks

But as soon as he set foot out of the car he felt nothing but nervous. He walked to the door, triple-checked if it was the right house, this house seemed so familiar, but why?

Eddie decided to knock anyways, footsteps were heard and a muffled “Just a minute,” Eddie straightened himself and that’s when the door sprung open “Hi—” he was in shock.

“Eddie, what are you doing here?” Dustin asked after answering the door.

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xoxo Jane

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I would like a Lockwood and Co request, if you like to do it of course . One stormy night, the reader breaks into Lockwood’s house (I see the reader as being jewelry thief or something close to that but she also works as a waitress we’re all the wealthy people go and there she gets all the inside scoop and secrets of different people) and she never been seen or caught before and she thought nobody was home but Lockwood came home early and they fight and she escapes but she dropped something and Lockwood immediately knows who she is (you can say that they are acquaintances) and he confronts her a few days later (also I see the reader as being kind of like Robin Hood, the whole giving back to the poor). Thank you

Hii. I'm sorry for being late and I know this is trash. This is total trash. But here we are.

"Have you seen my engagement ring?"

Spoke Charlotte, a petite woman with fair complexion raised her hand, pointing a big chunky diamond ring to her friends.

"David must love you alot." One of her friend said in envy. Looking carefully at her ring

"Oh, he's the best." Charlotte said with dreamy eyes. "Shit, I'm late. I have to meet David's family, we're going to get my wedding dress. I'll see you guys later" she runs off in a haste.

"Do you know David cheated on her again?" One of her friend chuckled as she left.

"What?"

"Yes! This time with his assistant. I mean he's only marrying her because she's pretty. Just a trophy wife"

"He's got good money, I heard, and lives in a big house in Central London." The friend whispered to the group.

"Their relationship is so toxic. He cheated on her so many times I can't even keep count."

"Poor Charlotte. I feel so bad for her." Said another girl in mockery.

……………………………………………......................

"Another theft in Central London." George reads the paper. "No traces of the theif found."

"George, I don't need this kind of negativity early in the morning." Lockwood yawns.

"I think we should be more careful. Put more locks in the house." George exclaimed.

Lockwood ignores him and make himself a cuppa. He doesn't bother as George loves to take unnecessary precautions.

"When is your train George?" Lucy enters the room.

"Late afternoon."

"Good. I'll leave with you then."

Lucy and George both left to visit their family for this weekend. George went to sidcup to meet his grandma and Lucy went to her town to meet Norrie, which leaves Anthony to fend for himself.

Anthony spent his afternoon in the library. When the clock struck six he abruptly rose up from the couch.

"Shit, shit, shit, shit. I'm fucking late." He runs to get dressed and leave for his appointment.

After the Combe Carey Hall case, Lockwood and Co is getting it's well deserved recognition. They recently solved a big case and the agent was supposed to be meeting the client for it's due payment.

Lockwood enters the posh restaurant of Soho and catch his breath. His wrist watch screamed at him "congrats, you saved the day. You're ten minutes early"

"Reservation for two." He said to the hostess.

After a moment, he finds himself sitting in a corner of the restaurant, waiting for his client.

"Thanks for waiting Mr. Lockwood." A gentleman in his 60s said. He was in a business suit and had a warm smile.

"It's my pleasure sir. Please don't be sorry." Lockwood remarked.

"I can't thank you enough. You and your team did a splendid job. Now I can safely sell the house." He sighed.

After some conversations and exchange of a handsome cheque, the businessman talks about the recent news.

"Have you heard about the thefts in your neighborhood, Mr. Lockwood? You can't never be safe these days." With wide eyes he whispered.

"Yeah.." Lockwood lightly nods.

"Your coffee sir."

"Thank you" Lockwood gave a radiant smile which causes the poor waitress to spill some coffee all over his lap.

"Oh my god. I'm so sorry sir." She immediately takes out her pink handkerchief.

"It's okay. I'm fine." Lockwood went to the restroom to clean himself up.

The meeting went well but Lockwood found himself standing under the restaurant shade. It was raining heavily and the fellow agent forgot to bring an umbrella in hurry.

He sighed to himself and took a step when he felt a shadow beside him. He glanced up to find the same waitress "who spilled coffee", holding the umbrella for him.

"I'm sorry for what happened back there Lockwood." Her face went deep hue of red.

"As I said before, it's okay y/n." He gave his signature smile. "I hope you're okay?"

She nodded "I am. Take this. You can have it." She handed him the umbrella and fled inside the restaurant.

………………………………………………..................

It's a stormy sunday night which means the weekend is almost over. George and Lucy still haven't came back and Lockwood was out for a case.

The person checked the neighborhood before unlocking the door. She drew her mask closer towards her face.

"Empty house, dark night, perfect time for some stealing."

She made her way upstairs, looking for anything valuable. Something which will get pay her heavy price in the black market.

She notice how the house is quite old and the wooden floor creaked everytime she takes a step.

"Gotta work faster. Got no time to waste" she whispered to herself.

She snooped around the house for awhile. She takes the stairs having no idea of someone standing at the foot of the staircase.

"Can I offer you a cup of tea while you ransack my house?"

She froze at her spot. A flashlight pointed at her body. She squint her eyes to look at the owner.

"One lump or two?" Lockwood smirked.

She wished the earth would just split open and swallow her up but it was too late.

She threw a vase at him and ran upstairs. There's no way to escape. She have to think quickly.

She spin around and threw a punch at Lockwood. He dodged, throwing a kick on her leg. She grunts but doesn't back off so easily. She throws a book at him which hits his head.

She pushed him before making an escape but Lockwood punched her in the face which caused her mask to falter. He gets a look at her eyes but before he could react she runs away from the building, breaking a window in the process.

He pants for a good minute before his eyes fall on a familiar hanky.

…………………………………………….......................

Few days later, the agent made up his mind to meet someone at Soho. He entered the restaurant searching for those familiar eyes he saw a few nights ago.

"Welcome Mr. Lockwood, what can I get you?" The girl cheerfully asked him.

"I came to return you this." He pulls out a pink hanky. The girl was too stunned to speak (you see what I did there 😏) ,for a moment her eyes widened.

She quickly pulls him to the back alley.

"What do you want?" She snapped.

"Why are you doing this?" Lockwood glared.

"None of your concern." She spun on her heels when Lockwood said "I can turn you to the police."

She squinted "what will you gain from this?"

"It doesn't matter." Lockwood smirkes.

She shook her head in disbelief. She suddenly got fire in her eyes.

"I hate you. I hate people like you. You people think you can buy anything with money. You treat other people like trash and then pretend to be perfect. You guys take advantage of innocent people. You guys are horrible."

"Robbery doesn't make you look any better."

"At least I don't pretend to be a saint. Hiding behind a shadow, make someone else do the dirty work."

"You will pay for this."

"I dare you Lockwood. All the best getting me to the police"

The agent stood dumbfounded, looking at the girl retreating the alleyway.

"Why is she not scared of the police?"

……………………………………………….................

Lockwood was waiting behind a tree. He was curious about the girl. He decided to follow her and get more evidence against her. After waiting for two hours with a grumbling stomach (as it was near dinner time) she finally got off work.

He saw her taking the dark alley which leads to Thames.

He followed her silently. After few minutes, he see her entering a slum. He was confused.

"What is she doing here?"

He sees her knocking someone's door. He hides behind a wall.

"Oh my! Y/n How have you been dear?" The grandma pulls her into a hug.

"I'm doing okay. Granny, I got some medicine for Josh. Here" She hands her a brown package.

"Y/n dear, How can I repay your kindness? I can't even afford to take care of my grandson." She cried.

"Please don't cry granny. Here are some money for his treatment and also for food. You don't worry yourself, I'll take care of him." She mumbled. "I'll see you next week. Bye"

Lockwood was shocked. He followed her everyday. See her knocking at different doors, getting them food, money, medicines, clothes, whatever they are in need.

Every other day, there would be news of robbery but she never used a single penny on herself. She would spend those money on people in need. The whole scenario gave an idea to Lockwood. He couldn't help but to respect her. He felt extremely guilty for the way he treated her but he didn't know how to apologise to her.

After few weeks of dwelling, Lockwood finally gathered some courage and visits her.

"Now what do you want?" She glares.

"I came to apologise. I'm sorry for judging you before knowing the truth."

She furrow her brows in confusion.

"I know the truth, Y/n. I know how you steal from others just to give it back to the poor. I know your intentions are pure but there are other ways you can help them."

"Excuse me, Why do you care?" She hissed.

"Because I..I want to help you. Not in stealing but giving you a proper job. With better wages. You can't rob people like this, not every rich person is an asshole"

"But they deserve it" she muttered.

He sighed. "I know how you feel but two wrongs doesn't make one right. Here's my card. Give it a thought."

She stared at the agent leaving her in the alleyway.

*Two months later*

Ding dong

"GEORGE, GET THE DAMN DOOR."

"This is the third time I'm telling you I'M BUSY FOR GOD'S SAKE."

Lockwood huffs and gets the door. He freeze for a second when his eyes meets those (your eye color) eyes.

The girl awkwardly shifts her weight under his gaze. She clears her throat.

"Someone said I can ask here for help" she peeks at him. Lockwood grins.

"Welcome to Lockwood and Co"

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Chapter 20 - Self Control

IN THIS CHAPTER: The last high school party, apple flavored Kool-Aid, and Andy gets what he deserves [10.3k]

WARNINGS: underaged drinking, mentions of drug use (weed), slut shaming, a little misunderstanding (gets resolved really quickly), suggestive themes? (very mild, eddie's just a little bit wired, okay?)

A/N: i know i'm a day late, i'm sorry T.T someone got fired at my job and i'm supposed to handle their shit now because my boss is kinda cheap. it is what it is. BUT. hopefully this chapter makes up for my tardiness because as you can probably tell from the banner, the slow burn is officially boiling, you guys! enjoy <3

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In the night, no control Through the wall something's breaking

Saturday, May 31st - 1986

Dottie was pacing like a nervous dog in a cage, feet hitting the soft rug in front of her closet with each step she took. It was the first Saturday in a long time that she hadn't spent in a blissful domestic bubble with Eddie and she was feeling downright antsy. The night before, once Hellfire had officially said goodbye to its Class of '86, the two teens had sat themselves in a booth at the back of The Hideaway with burgers, fries, and milkshakes, and something had finally clicked into place for her. There was no longer a specific need for them to spend so much time together anymore - no more exams to study for, no more books to read or worksheets to fill, and yet there they were still, on a Friday night, getting food together like usual. Sitting opposite of Eddie in that booth, watching him try to lick ketchup from the corner of his mouth and not reaching the smudge with the tip of his tongue, it dawned on Dottie that she had never loved anyone the way she loved him.

It wasn't that Dottie hadn't loved throughout her life, because truthfully she had. She had loved her Dad first, tiny fingers wrapping around a big thumb when she was just a few hours old. She'd loved her Grandparents, all four of them equally, but maybe no one should tell them that Grandma Jo leaving after a visit would always cause the biggest sobs to escape her tiny toddler body. She'd loved her Uncle Johnny, always cuddling up to him while they lived together, not really understanding that he wasn't actually her Uncle until it was too late to start calling him anything else. She'd loved her friends back in New York, even though she knew now that they hadn't loved her back in return. Hell, she'd loved Tyler, or else it wouldn't have hurt as much as it did when he broke her heart. Dottie wasn't someone that didn't know what loving meant or felt like, but the way she loved Eddie was unlike any other kind of love she had ever experienced before, and she knew she had to tell him sometime soon or she'd regret it for the rest of her life.

But first, there was prom, and graduation, and most pressingly, a party for which she had absolutely no idea of what she was going to wear, hence the continuous pacing. James, tired of hearing the back and forth on the wooden floors for the last fifteen minutes, came into his daughter's bedroom resigned to play stylist for the night like he'd done so many times before. Keeping up with the latest trends for the sake of his little girl was a full time job he had long ago learned to love.

"Do you know what Nancy is gonna wear?" he asked, sitting down at the end of Dottie’s bed.

"No, I didn't think to ask. But she always looks so pretty, Dad, I can't look like a bum."

"How about you tell me what you don't want to wear and we can start from there, okay?"

Thirty minutes later, Dottie had an outfit laid out where James had been sitting and she was doing her makeup in a hurry before Nancy picked her up. The plan was simple: go to the party, say hi to Chrissy and thank her for the invite, hang out with Nancy for a bit, meet up with the boys, and if the party sucked, head over to Jeff's for a movie night. He'd rented Ghoulies and Weird Science for the weekend and he still hadn't seen either, so it seemed as good a backup plan as any. Besides, movie nights had always meant sharing a blanket with Eddie and cozying up to him when she got sleepy. No matter what ended up happening, she knew her night wouldn't be completely terrible.

"Honey? Are you done yet? Nancy is here!" James yelled from the bottom of the stairs.

"I'll be down in a second!" she hurried to put on her clothes and ran down the stairs to meet her friend, crossbody bag bouncing behind her and hitting her backside.

She found Nancy politely making small talk with her Dad on the foyer; James had gone to school with her mom Karen and had fond memories of sharing a desk with her throughout their many years at Hawkins’ various academic buildings. They hadn't exactly been friends, but they always were on good terms and had even worked on a few projects together, namely one about growing sprouts from beans in mason jars when they were in middle school.

"Hey! Sorry for making you wait," Dottie said, stopping to hug Nancy who was better prepared to receive it than she had been in the school’s bathroom a day before.

"You're fine, don't worry about the time," Nancy reassured her. "There aren't any schedules to keep at these parties, everyone just comes and goes when they want to."

"Oh, good to know that we can just leave whenever if it sucks."

"Speaking of that," James said, getting his daughter's attention. "Call me if you're staying at Jeff's, okay? I'll come pick you up tomorrow."

"Donny can drop me off, you don’t gotta come," she waved her hand nonchalantly.

"Okay, but call me anyway so I know where you are. Take care you two, don't get too wild."

"Dad, seriously," Dottie rolled her eyes, exasperated but not without fondness. She knew he worried too much, but after all they’d been through, she couldn't blame him.

"Have a good night, Mr. Burke, it was nice to meet you," Nancy said, heading out with Dottie at her heels.

"You too, Nancy. Say hi to your parents for me, will you?"

The girls got into Nancy's car and drove away towards Loch Nora, the radio playing The Rolling Stones’ Harlem Shuffle softly in the background. They talked about random things, filling the empty space with the kind of anxious but lighthearted conversations one would have with someone they don’t know very well yet. So far their budding friendship had proved satisfactory for both girls, and they were willing to put in the effort to get to know one another better, even when that meant having to venture outside the comfort zone The Weekly Streak’s newsroom provided. During the ride Nancy complimented Dottie's outfit, and in turn, she had loudly admired hers, prompting the blue-eyed girl to admit she'd borrowed the shiny jacket with padded shoulders from her Mom’s wardrobe. After a good-natured laugh, Dottie admitted she had stolen her dress from her Mom’s closet too and Nancy told her her Mom had good taste. When they parked across the street from Jason Carver's house however, the friendly chatter ceased and both girls stared at the two-storey rising in front of them with apprehension.

"I'm so nervous," Dottie admitted, watching the colors spilling from the fairy lights inside the living room paint the veranda red, then green, then blue, and finally back to red.

"Me too," Nancy said, taking a shaky breath. "But we got this. How bad can it be?"

"Yeah. You’re right. It’ll be fun," Dottie nodded, and arm in arm they ventured inside the packed house in search of good old teenage normalcy.

Neither Nancy nor Dottie were having the slightest bit of fun. After a few shouted-over-loud-music hellos to some familiar faces, they had found themselves in Jason’s kitchen, nursing cups of a strange brown concoction that didn’t smell good and tasted even worse. Dottie wasn’t much of a drinker, and apparently Nancy wasn’t either, citing that the last time she’d gotten drunk, she’d embarrassed herself so badly she’d rather not have a repeat. The jocks and popular kids disagreed heavily with that assessment, and were having a lot of fun with two kegs in the backyard next to the pool. Dottie had suggested they venture out, sit by the water where it wasn’t as stuffy, but Nancy had quickly directed her into the kitchen where they ran into Marcie Hurley, an acquaintance from the newspaper club. Marcie was a lovely tall girl with a bold pixie cut; she was currently slightly intoxicated but full of ideas for stories to run in the last edition of The Weekly Streak before summer holidays started. Nancy pretended to listen to her with her utmost attention, but Dottie could tell by the way her eyes were glazed over that she was definitely calculating how much more she’d have to hear before she could get away without coming across as rude. Two girls Dottie didn’t know walked into the kitchen searching for something fruity to drink when they said something that caught her attention.

“What do you mean Munson said no?” one of the girls was saying.

“He said he wasn’t selling tonight! Which is honestly such bullshit, he was smoking with some other guys, he definitely had something on him,” the second girl said, pouring vodka into a cup.

“Show him your tits, maybe he’ll share with you.”

“Ew, I’m not that desperate!” the first one laughed loudly.

Dottie scowled immediately. She’d once gotten curious about him dealing and asked him a couple of questions, like how did he get into selling and if he was allowed to smoke his own product. Eddie hadn’t been particularly proud of his answers, but she told him she didn’t mind: the money helped pay for some bills around the trailer and put food onto their table. It wasn’t like he was dealing hard stuff or was some kind of mafia lord moving tons of product, for fuck’s sake. People talked about him like he had his thumb on the illegal underground in Hawkins when in reality, he was just a teen selling weed and a couple of pills here and there to a few fellow students at parties. Dottie hoped he’d never done something as gross as asking a girl to show him her body in exchange for a couple of hits of a shitty joint. She liked to believe she knew Eddie, and in her opinion he’d never do something like that, but teenagers had never been particularly known for making good choices. Nancy was already looking at her when she turned around, a knowing smile on her face. She nodded towards the door once, and after a whispered “thank you” off Dottie went in search of her friends.

The boys were enjoying the fresh air and sharing a smoke on the veranda at the front of the house, not really ready to go inside and face the music just yet. Donny had picked up Gareth and Jeff on his way to the party, but Eddie had arrived solo just a few minutes after them. They were talking about music, as they often did, when Dottie opened the front door and jumped on Jeff’s back, who flinched in surprise.

“Fucking hell, Dot, you’re gonna kill me someday if you keep doing that,” he said, rubbing his chest.

“I was worried you guys weren’t gonna show up,” she admitted, hanging onto his shoulders. He leaned his weight into her, hands wrapping around her loose wrists like they were backpack straps to keep her in place as they swayed side to side.

“Party sucks that much?” Donny asked, passing along the joint to Gareth.

“I mean, it’s not like I know a lot of people here. I’ve been hearing Nancy talk to other girls all night, and I think she’s as fed up as me.”

“Wanna ditch?” Jeff asked.

“We’re not leaving until I drink my fuckin’ weight in rich people’s beer,” Gareth declared, giving the cig to Eddie who took a long drag and put the roach out on the underside of the railing he was leaning against.

“If you want beer, there are a bunch of cans in the kitchen but you gotta fish them out of the cooler and someone spilled something green in there. It’s kinda gross,” Dottie grimaced.

“What? No keg?”

“Actually, there’s two in the backyard but the basketball team took ownership of one and I think the football team was doing handstands on top of the other one.”

“That’s so fucking lame,” Donny scoffed.

“Well then, who’s down for fishing?” Jeff looked at the guys, and Gareth shrugged, putting his hands in his jean pockets and following him inside.

“You coming?” Donny asked Eddie who didn’t move from his spot.

“Nah, gonna smoke a cig first. You go ahead,” he said, getting his Camels out of his front pocket.

Donny headed back inside and then it was just Dottie and Eddie under the moonlight, the tiny lamp above the front door doing nothing to shield them from the darkness. Eddie smiled, putting the cigarettes back in his pocket and opening his arms so Dottie could sheepishly tuck herself into him. She felt like she could finally breathe easy when feeling his chest rising up and down under her cheek, his warmth seeping into her bones.

“Too many people?” he asked knowingly, cupping the back of her head with one of his hands. Her fingers drew patterns on the soft cotton of his shirt.

“Mhm,” she nodded. “This is nice.”

“Yeah? You like my shirt?”

“Smells good,” she laughed. He smelled like Old Spice aftershave and laundry detergent.

“Why, thank you for noticing I showered, princess,” he said, grinning. “You look pretty. This your Mom’s dress?”

“Yeah,” she beamed, looking down at her shift baby blue dress. “I didn’t know what to wear so I just played it safe. The socks are new though,” she lifted her leg to show her white ankle socks with frills under her black kitten heels.

“So cute,” Eddie pouted theatrically, making her slap his chest in return. “No, really. You look nice.”

“Thanks,” she settled back against him, cheeks burning.

They enjoyed each other’s presence for a few seconds when the front door opened with a bang, an overexcited and red-eyed Chrissy Cunningham spilling out from the inside, her giggles following her as she skipped towards them in tune with the music coming from the speakers in the living room.

“Am I interrupting something?” she asked, a mischievous grin gracing her fairy-like features.

“Hey, Chris,” Eddie smiled, still holding onto Dottie as she turned in his arms to take a look at the newcomer. “How was your latest purchase?

“It was so good. Valerie, Julie and I just smoked a joint each in the bathroom,” she whispered conspiratorially, making Dottie laugh.

“Oh my. What would Jason say if he knew you were hotboxing his shower?” Eddie matched her tone.

“What Jason doesn’t know won’t hurt him. D’you want to smoke with us later, Dot? Only girls allowed.”

“Sorry, I’m not really a smoker,” Dottie said, feeling a little bit dumb. “But I’ll take you up on that Queen song you promised me yesterday if you wanna dance.”

“Oh my God, yes!” Chrissy grabbed her arm and pulled her out of Eddie’s grasp. “She’s mine now, Ed!”

“I can see that. I’m gonna go get a beer,” Eddie said, following them inside. “Have fun, ladies!”

“We will!”

Weed affects different people in different ways. That was a fact Dottie knew after spending so much time with the members of Corroded Coffin, better known as her best friends. Donny was always virtually the same after a good session, just got very thirsty. Eddie would get deep and thoughtful, and once the effects were gone, he’d get so hungry he’d eat drywall if it was the only thing around. Gareth, like Chrissy, would get giggly once he hit that sweet spot. It was like drinking, Donny had told her once. Everyone had a different tolerance, and most of the time taking a few hits of a shared joint wouldn’t be enough to change anyone’s personality significantly. There were other people like Jeff, for example, who had a very low tolerance and had decided to stop smoking altogether after realizing he’d get panicky and his clothes would always start itching each time he indulged in the vice with his friends. None of them had ever questioned him or pressured him to smoke after that, the same way that they didn’t pressure Dottie to smoke or drink when they were doing it around her. They’d always smoke outside, and Dottie and Jeff were free to lounge around on the couch and talk about anything and everything until they all regrouped inside again. Watching Chrissy be so carefree and joyful made Dottie think that maybe she’d enjoy being invited to one of their movie nights some day.

Chrissy, on the other hand, was a girl on a mission. There were no movie nights being planned in her head; she was instead focused on getting information out of Dottie to relay to Eddie at his earliest convenience. Chrissy liked Dottie, she really did. She liked how kind and attentive she was despite always walking around with an anxiety cloud above her head. She liked how she dressed, with her vintage clothing and big earrings Chrissy couldn’t wear because it’d be dangerous for a cheerleader to be tossed around with hoops or fun acrylic shapes dangling from her ears. She liked how she made Eddie feel, and Chrissy liked Eddie very much, so that just cemented Dottie in her mind as a good person to have around. And so, the blonde lulled her into a sense of comradery with heartfelt compliments and wild dances, trying to get to the bottom of the question she’d had swirling around in her brain for two months now: do you like my friend or is he wasting his time to end with his heart broken? To her credit, what came out of her mouth was much more subtle than that.

“Eddie’s awesome, isn’t he?” Chrissy asked, casting her line into the sea and waiting for Dottie to bite.

“Yeah, he’s great!”

“He was so right about us being friends! I’m so happy you came!”

“Well, thank you for inviting me!” Dottie smiled at her, and Chrissy squeezed her hand in response.

The party was in full swing now. Nancy had found a couple of classmates she got along with and finally managed to escape Marcie’s insistent newspaper talk; she looked much more happy talking to them near the door to the backyard than she’d looked like back in the kitchen. Donny, Gareth and Jeff were fishing out beer cans from the cooler and passing them along to people that normally ignored them in the hallways, their bravery for sticking their hands into the horrid green liquid making them the heroes of underaged teens trying to get unbearably drunk before inevitably throwing up all over Mrs. Carver’s bushes. Eddie stood to a side, near the archway that led to the stairs where bubblegum pink eyeshadow Marianne from his Sociology class had just disappeared up to with his lovesick boyfriend trailing behind her, much to his friends’ jeers and claps. The metalhead had a barely sipped on beer in his hand and hearts in his eyes as he watched Dottie and Chrissy spin around in the middle of the living room, singing along to Top 40 hits and dodging couples making out.

Eddie had never felt happy at a house party before. He’d usually drop by, deal a little bit from the back of his van, and speed away either to Jeff’s house to hang out with his friends or back towards his trailer where he’d smoke and fuck around with his guitar until he’d fall asleep on his tummy with his jeans still on. But standing there, seeing his friends being treated like normal people instead of the dirt beneath a shoe, he felt happy at a party for once in his life. He felt like a normal teenager, like everyone else in the Hawkins High Class of ‘86 saying goodbye to a long school year and hello to the unforgettable summer ahead. Chrissy made a suggestive face at him while dancing around with Dottie and Eddie laughed.

“Hey, Munson!” a familiar voice said, coming to clap his shoulder and snapping him out of his trance.

“Hey, Foster. How are you doing?”

“Weird seeing you here,” Kyle Foster of the Yearbook Club said, looking friendly but fidgety. “You never sell inside at these things.”

“Not selling tonight, man. Just enjoying the beer,” he lifted his can above waist level to demonstrate.

“Ah, dude, that sucks. I had a twenty with your name on it,” he clicked his tongue. “But if our deal still stands, I guess in a couple of weeks you’ll have a bag with my name on it.”

“I’m a man of my word, Foster,” Eddie smirked, shoving his hand into his pocket. “But here, for your troubles.”

He produced a tightly rolled joint from inside his packet of Camels and extended it to Kyle, who looked at him like he’d grown two heads. Never in his entire time being Eddie’s customer had he sold him a pre-roll, much less one that he had intended to smoke himself at some point. He eyed him curiously, not making any moves to pluck it out of the dealer’s hand.

“You sure about that, Munson?” he asked, giving him the chance to recant his offer.

“Yeah, you can have it. I’m not gonna smoke it and I’m feeling generous tonight. Just don’t send anyone else my way, okay? It’s the only one I had.”

“Y-yeah, man, sure! Thanks,” Kyle smiled, grabbing his prize for holding a polite conversation with the town’s freak who felt like less and less of a monster as the school year came to a close. “Here, take the twenty anyways,” he pulled a single bill from his back pocket. “Sorry about, y’know, that whole thing. See you when the yearbooks come out!”

And with that, he shoved the note into Eddie’s hand and left towards the backyard, probably in search of a borrowed lighter to spark up in a corner of Jason Carver’s lush garden. Eddie looked down at his hand, snorted, and put the twenty bucks away to spend another day. Maybe he’d get Dottie a strawberry milkshake like he’d done the day before, only to watch her eyes light up at the first taste and indulge in her pleas because it’s so good, Ed, you gotta try this! They make them with real strawberries! Chrissy found his eyes again over Dottie’s shoulder and stuck her tongue out at him. He clutched his chest like he had been hurt by her, overdramatic as always, and Dottie twirled Chrissy around breaking their eye contact. The songs changed but the girls stayed dancing and he kept on watching them with a satisfied smile on his face. It was a shame, really, that Eddie often became blind whenever he saw the girl he was in love with being truly, completely happy, because if he didn’t, he would have noticed one Andy fucking Humphrey staring at him like he could make the dumb metalhead drop dead in a heartbeat just by looking at him.

Jason Carver wasn’t the typical high school bully you’d see in films. Truthfully, he wasn’t even a bully; he just kept quiet while his friends did all the fucked up things the basketball team was infamous for. He was known as someone who would fly off the handle quickly, but not without reason. He took freshmen and sophomores under his wing, taught them what being a good teammate looked like, gave them a family within the walls of Hawkins High as part of his team. Jason was, if anything else failed, extremely protective and fiercely loyal to his own, and expected the same considerations to be returned to him. So when Andy, one of his best friends since elementary, came running to tell him that The Freak of Hawkins High was trying to flirt with his girlfriend in front of everyone, Jason had no reason to doubt him. Why would he, when Andy had been nothing but reliable all this time?

“What do you think you’re doing, creep?” Jason told Eddie, his tone low, trying not to call too much attention to themselves. Chrissy didn’t need to see this, she didn’t have to know she was being ogled by a pervert under his own roof.

“Drinking your beer, Carver, what does it look like I’m doing?” Eddie said with a sour tone, and instantly knew that had been the wrong answer.

“Yeah? What makes you think you’re welcome in my house?”

“Chill, man, I got invited, same as everyone else.”

“Who would want you here?” Chance Peterson said, appearing at Jason’s shoulder. This was bad.

“Uh, his girlfriend? Just like everyone else?” Eddie deadpanned, putting his can of beer on a ledge and lifting his palms. “Look, I’m really not looking to cause any trouble tonight-”

“Why would Chrissy invite you? You aren’t friends,” Patrick asked, and Eddie held back a scoff. He was willing to bet he knew Chrissy, the real Chrissy, more than any of these meatheads did.

“She invited all the seniors, that’s all there is to it. I’m a senior too-”

“Yeah, a senior citizen, you freak,” Chance said. “Why don’t you go home early and leave us actual seniors alone, huh? What is this, your tenth time trying to graduate?”

“See Peterson, I always knew you didn’t know how to count, but didn’t think you would be so bad at it. Should have known though, it’s not like anyone expects you to do anything that isn’t playing around with your balls. Now why don’t you back off and let your captain here and I have a civil conversation, alright?” Eddie looked down at Chance who narrowed his eyes at him, but Jason threw his arm out to stop him from moving forward.

“We’re not having a conversation, Munson. Back off my girlfriend or leave.”

“I’m not interested in your fuckin’ girlfriend, Carver,” Eddie said, bewildered.

“You say that, but you sure were looking at her before we walked in,” Andy said, stepping around his friends to stand next to Jason. “Wanna explain that?”

“Is looking at someone a goddamn crime now? Can’t exactly leave my eyes at home, you dumbass,” Eddie said, getting loud.

“So you were looking at Chrissy!” Jason yelled.

“No, I wasn’t! Believe it or not, not everyone is fuckin’ in love with your girlfriend, man!”

“Hey, what’s going on here?” Donny flanked Eddie, his voice booming over the sound of the music.

“Back off, dude, what’s your deal?” Gareth threatened Chance when he shoulder-checked him.

People were starting to catch on now, curious eyes looking around for the latest gossip. Jason and Eddie yelling at each other wasn’t exactly new, but both groups of friends having a screaming match at a house party? Now, that was juicy. As everyone started insulting and trying to intimidate each other, Eddie looked around trying to find Dottie in the crowd. She was still dancing with Chrissy, oblivious to the conflict, and now another cheerleader had joined them; he was pretty sure she was a junior and her name was Valerie.

“Hey! Stop looking at her, asshole!” Andy said, grabbing Eddie’s hair and turning his head back towards the imminent fight.

Andy’s voice was loud enough to startle the girls and make them look their way. Chrissy and Valerie paled instantly, hurrying forward to try to contain the scene before it turned truly ugly, leaving a path open behind them for Dottie to follow. Chrissy grabbed Jason’s arm and tried pulling him away when Eddie turned to Dottie and shook his head, his curls still in Andy’s grasp.

“It’s okay, Dot, stay over there!” he told her, not wanting to get her involved and hurt.

But it was too late, because Andy, as stupid as he was, caught on pretty quickly. He hadn’t recognized her before, all dolled up and giggly while she danced with Chrissy and Valerie. He’d simply assumed she was one of their friends, maybe even a junior he hadn’t really paid too much attention to while in school. Insistent on Eddie perving on Chrissy, he’d missed a crucial detail: that the unknown girl she was dancing with was the same girl that had threatened him in the AP Spanish classroom just a week ago. The same one that had told him to stay away from the Hellfire Club. That girl wasn’t Chrissy’s friend, she was a freak, merely blending in with the rest of the school population because she didn’t wear dark colors and leather. Andy turned on her so quickly she didn’t have time to heed Eddie’s warning before he was spewing venom towards her.

“I see now, freak,” Andy said, letting go of Eddie’s hair with a shove and stepping towards Dottie. “You weren’t looking at Chrissy, you were looking at your bitch.”

“What the fuck did you just call me?” Dottie said, angrily.

“That’s what you are, isn’t it? The freak’s little bitch. That’s why you came after me last week, huh?” Andy was seething. “Did he tell you to do that?”

“You brought that on your own by being a smug idiot,” she told him, not backing down from the fight even though she was terrified of him.

“Wait, what are you talking about?” Patrick asked.

“This slut tried to tell Mr. Lorenzo that I cheated on a test if I didn’t leave her friends alone,” Andy explained, once again looking smug. Everyone was watching them now. “Said I was gonna lose my ride to college, acted all flirty and shit. What is it, honey? The freak not giving it to you good enough? Do they all share you, like the big whore you a-”

“Fuck!”

Dottie hadn’t hesitated. Instead, she’d just simply punched him right in the face with her right fist, thumb on the outside like her Grandpa Ken had taught her when they were boxing in his backyard one summer, hitting pillows and humming along to the Rocky theme song while Grandma Caroline made fresh lemonade. The crack that followed the punch was deafening. All chatter ceased and the music was turned off - if a needle were to hit the floor, it would have been so easily heard in the silence that followed her expletive. It had hurt for him, yes, something was definitely broken, but the impact on her knuckles had split the delicate skin covering them, not used to being treated so roughly by colliding against a jock’s bones. Andy pinched his nose with pain, blood starting to pour down his cupid’s bow.

“Wait, no!” Chrissy gasped, as Andy reached over to take someone’s beer can out of their hand and emptied it on Dottie’s head, throwing it away once it was empty. The metal clang on the floor until it hit someone’s shoe.

“What the fuck?” Gareth managed to say, before Eddie launched himself and pushed Andy away from Dottie who just stood there clutching at her hand and looking at the floor in shock.

Her Mom’s dress was ruined, sticky liquid dripping from her hair onto the soft fabric, staining everything as it went down, down, down onto her thighs and legs until it reached her socks. She smelled like an alcoholic and her fingers hurt. She felt empty, adrenaline leaving her body as she shivered while everything around her dissolved into utter chaos. The Hellfire Club and the basketball team were yelling and pushing each other once again, people rushing to get out of their way so they wouldn’t get hit. With the reflexes of someone used to being on alert, Nancy grabbed Dottie’s arm and yanked her aside just in time for Andy to push Eddie off himself and into a side table. Eddie hit the floor with a sickening crunch, but what made everyone stop the brawl was the sound of the lamp on top cracking into a million little pieces right next to the couch.

“Jason, stop this!” Chrissy pleaded, hanging onto his arm.

Andy, not one to be deterred, snapped his head towards Dottie, not caring that Nancy threw an arm out to cover her with her own body. He raised his hand, fully on board with hurting either of them to make a point, when Jason finally snapped into action and grabbed him by the collar, pulling him into Patrick’s arms who instantly held him in place, Chance coming over to help.

“Are you crazy?” Jason yelled at his friend. “We don’t hit women!”

He turned just in time to see Chrissy helping Eddie up, the two of them muttering to each other softly, looking a lot more friendly than he liked. His eye twitched once and he looked at Hellfire as they huddled closer to each other and started inching towards the exit, Nancy and Chrissy herding them out.

“Get out of my fucking house!” Jason told them, like they weren’t already trying to leave.

“Gladly,” Donny said, closing the door behind them and shielding them from further aggressions.

“You guys, I am so sorry,” Chrissy was saying, not knowing who to direct it to first.

“It’s okay, Chris. Not your fault your boyfriend has shithead friends,” Eddie said, patting her shoulder in comfort.

“Still, I should have-,” she cut herself off because there was nothing she could have done; the basketball team and the Hellfire Club were destined to hate each other until the end of time. She turned to Dottie instead. “Are you okay?”

“Y-yeah, I think so. My hand hurts,” she sniffed. “I’m sorry we ruined your party.”

“Oh, please, that party sucked,” Chrissy snorted. “The most fun I had all night was when we were dancing with Val.”

“Come on, let’s get you home,” Donny said, guiding Dottie towards his car.

“I can drive her, I brought her here,” Nancy offered, giving him half a smile. She wasn’t friends with the guys, but she knew enough about them through Mike to have at the very least positive feelings towards them. Besides, it wasn’t like Jonathan hadn’t also been an outcast back when he was still in Hawkins. She knew what that was like.

“No, no,” Dottie hurried to say. “You should both go back to the party. Eddie can drive me, Don, I don’t want to ruin your car.”

“Are you sure?” Chrissy said, not wanting to leave her in such a vulnerable state.

“Yes, I’m sure. Go back inside, it’s your party,” she squeezed the blonde’s hand. “I had fun dancing with you, thank you for inviting me.”

“Maybe we can do it again some day? Just us girls?” Chrissy said, eyes full of hope.

“I’d love that,” Dottie said, and she really meant it.

“Okay, then… let’s go back inside, Nancy. Bye guys, drive safe,” Chrissy waved at them, pulling her cardigan closed and both girls disappeared back into the house.

“Is this a bad time to say that I stole a case of beers?” Gareth said, lifting a 12-pack and bringing some much needed humor to the situation.

“Let’s go back to mine then, we can sneak in through the basement door,” Jeff proposed, and Donny nodded.

“I’m… I’m gonna pass, guys,” Eddie said. “I’ll take her home and head back to the trailer. My ass kinda hurts.”

“Have fun without us, okay? I’m sorry I ruined it,” Dottie said, tears swimming in her eyes. Whether it was because of the shame or the pain in her hand, no one knew but no one asked her either.

“Hey now, you didn’t ruin anything. We’ve got an awesome story to tell the kids someday,” Donny laughed.

“Yeah! We’ll be like: Auntie Dot broke a jock’s nose back in high school because he called her names,” Jeff said, putting on an old man voice and Dottie chuckled wetly.

“Come on, let’s go,” Eddie said, guiding her towards his van with a hand on her lower back.

“I should sit in the back, I’m gonna get your seats dirty,” Dottie said.

“Don’t even think about it, there’s no seatbelts in the back,” he said, climbing in and rummaging around for the tarp they covered Gareth’s drumset with when they moved it for gigs.

The music from inside the house was booming again when Donny’s car pulled into the street and the boys left, saying goodbye by honking twice. Eddie covered the front seat with the tarp and helped her get in, clicking the seatbelt for her in place and jogging to get to the driver’s side. Dottie stared out the window as Eddie turned the van on and backed up into the street, waving at a defeated Chrissy who was looking out from the living room’s window. When Eddie stopped at the first intersection, Dottie turned to look at him.

“Ed?” she asked in a shaky voice. “Can you take me to yours instead?”

The trailer was empty with all the lights turned off when they arrived, which was unusual for a Saturday night. Wayne had always had weekends off, after all, he had a kid at home to take care of and nobody was an asshole enough to ask an old man to come in during his time away with his family. Still, as Eddie kneeled down next to the entrance to help Dottie undo her heel buckles, she looked around while holding onto his shoulders and found herself missing her Mr. Wayne. Eddie had asked her in the van why she didn’t want to go home, and she had simply replied she didn’t want to tell her Dad she’d gotten into a fight just yet. She’d failed to mention that she was expecting Wayne to give her the parental comfort she needed, but without the grounding she was sure she was gonna get from her own father.

“He’s at the plant,” Eddie said, guessing her silent inquiry. “He’s doing extra time this weekend so he can take a couple of days off for graduation.”

“That’s really sweet,” she smiled, stepping out of her shoes now that he’d gotten them unbuckled. The beer that had dripped down her legs had stained the tops of her socks.

“Wait here, okay? I’ll get the shower running for you, the knobs are… well, they’re stupid,” he shrugged with resignation. “You can call your Dad if you want, tell him where you are.”

He started the shower for her while she dialed home, James picking up after a few long rings. He listened to her talk quietly while getting her a towel and clean clothes; she hadn’t exactly asked, but Eddie got confirmation that she wanted to spend the night when he heard her lie to her Dad about being at Jeff’s and having a movie night. Eddie wasn’t about to complain about her not mentioning she was with him if it meant he could sleep next to her for a full night. He went back into the bathroom, lowered the toilet’s lid and put the things he’d gathered for her on top before opening the mirror cabinet and pulling out a new toothbrush along with a packet of makeup wipes. She hung up and walked into the small bathroom after him, looking at the items in his hands with a quirked eyebrow.

“I wear eyeliner for our gigs sometimes,” he admitted. “It always looks like shit, but if it’s good enough for Ozzy, it’s good enough for me.”

“Maybe I can teach you how to do it right sometime,” she said, the corner of her mouth lifting into half a smile.

“Maybe you should just do my makeup so I don’t poke my eye out.”

“Okay,” she agreed. “I’ll do your makeup next time.”

“Kick your clothes out the door when you take them off, I’ll throw them in the washing machine for you,” he said, and left her to her devices.

He went back into his bedroom to give her privacy and get changed into his own PJs, which consisted of an old ratty t-shirt with a couple of holes around the neck and plaid pants he was sure had belonged to Wayne at some point in their lives. While he busied himself changing his sheets into fresh ones, putting her clothes in the washer and making his bedroom look somewhat presentable, Dottie tried to hurry up in the shower, not wanting to use up all the water. Still, she couldn’t help but take her time appreciating the fact that Eddie actually owned conditioner and that the green apple smell that surrounded him in the mornings belonged to the big bottle of shampoo in the corner of the tub. She washed all the beer off her skin and hair and, feeling a lot more like herself, wrapped her body into the soft off-white towel he’d gotten for her, standing at the mirror to rid herself of her make up as best as she could. She brushed her hair quickly, scrunching her curls into the towel to remove the excessive moisture, and brushed her teeth making a note to buy him a new toothbrush to replace the one she’d used. Timidly, she also reached for his deodorant, reasoning that it was better to use it than to stink up his clothes and bed with her sweat.

She was studying herself in the small mirror, not entirely believing that she was wearing Eddie’s clothes, when she realized the light scabbing on her knuckles had probably loosened up with the water and they were all bloody again like she’d never cleaned them up in the first place. Poking her head out of the bathroom, she directed her voice towards his bedroom where she could hear him pottering about.

“Eddie?” she called.

“Yeah?”

“D’you have any bandages? My hand’s bleeding again.”

“Uh, lemme see,” he pushed the door open and rummaged around in the sink cabinet, grabbing a little bag that contained their first aid supplies. “Come, sit on the bed,” he instructed, and she did as he asked without a word.

He kneeled in front of her and inspected her right hand, closing each finger carefully and pressing on parts of her palm to see if anything hurt. Nothing seemed to be permanently broken, so reached over to his bedside table where a cup of water sat and gave her an ibuprofen to help with the swelling before moving on with his next task. She watched him as he worked diligently to clean the scrapes, long thick fingers fluttering softly on her skin.

“What’s the diagnosis, doc?” Dottie asked.

“I’m getting a weird déjà vu here, princess,” he chuckled. “You need to stop getting into trouble before I get into pre-med.”

“Can’t help it. Trouble’s my middle name.”

“I thought it was Ann?” Eddie said, laughing.

Truthfully, he was joking around to hide the fact that he had been losing his mind since she’d opened the bathroom door and came out all rosy-cheeked, smelling like him and wearing his clothes. He’d given her one of his old shirts, a white one he hardly ever used anymore with a Garfield print at the front and his blue checkered boxers, not expecting them to look as big on her as they did. The hem of the shirt almost covered the shorts, and the short sleeves went past her elbows. The less was said about his gray socks that bunched up at her heel, the better, and he tried not to think about the fact that he knew she wasn’t wearing a bra because he’d had the most mortifying pleasure of throwing the cute cotton garment into his washing machine fifteen minutes earlier. Eddie was wrapping up her knuckles with a long piece of gauze when he noticed she’d gone strangely quiet. He looked up at her face to find her teary-eyed and chewing on a wobbly lip.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” he asked, holding onto her hand. “Is it too tight?”

“Is that… what everyone thinks about me?” she whispered, like she was afraid of asking out loud.

“I- I’m not sure I know what you’re talking about, darling.”

“Wh-what Andy said. About me being… does everyone think I’m a slut?”

“What? No! Of course not!” he stuck the gauze in place with a piece of medical tape and lifted himself onto his knees between her legs to hug her. “Dot, he didn’t even know who you were until tonight, he was just talking out of his ass.”

“I’m not a whore,” she muttered into his shoulder. “I promise I’m not.”

“Darling, what are you on about, huh?” he grabbed her face with two hands and brought her eyes to his. “I know you’re not. You could sleep with half this town and I still wouldn’t think you’re a whore. You- you can do whatever you want with whoever you want! I know you, you’re… Dot, you’re so fucking nice to me, to all of us, and the only reason Andy said that bullshit about you is because you’re friends with the freaks.”

“I’m not,” she said, and he looked at her in question. “I’m not friends with the freaks. I am a freak.”

“Hell yeah you are,” Eddie smiled. “You are a freak, and you shouldn’t let what that piece of shit said get to you, okay? You broke his fucking nose because he talked shit about you, Dot. You’re so fucking amazing.”

It was probably the way Eddie was looking at her like she’d hung the moon and all the stars, or maybe it was the way he was holding onto her face with a gentleness no one associated with the rugged metalhead, fingers extending under her ears and into her damp hair, thumbs on her cheeks. It was most definitely the way he always took care of her, how he cleaned her wounds like she was the most fragile thing on Earth and how he never hesitated to pull her into his arms whenever she needed a hug without questioning her reasons. But honestly, it was most likely the fact that he was so close to her, his warm breath mingling with her minty one, that had her leaning forward and pecking his lips with hers in the most chaste kiss she’d ever given to anyone in her entire life.

She tried pulling away as fast as she had leaned in, she really tried to, but Eddie felt like he had been struck by a live wire and instinctively chased her mouth with his own, still cupping her face but moving one of his hands to tangle into her hair, finally taking a hold of the proverbial carrot dangling in front of him. He was kissing her - Eddie Munson was kissing Dottie Burke and he couldn’t get enough of it - he needed more, he needed to consume her and she to him until there was nothing left for anyone to see. He grabbed onto her bare thigh to pull himself up and she whimpered, the walls of the illusion suddenly crashing around him. She’d just tearfully asked him if the town thought she was a whore, and his way of reassuring her, had been to deny it and then make a move on her. Eddie jumped back so quickly he fell onto his bruised ass and hissed in pain.

“Fuck, Dot, I’m- I’m so sorry!” he pleaded, leaving her dumbfounded and glazy-eyed.

He’d fucked up. He’d ruined everything. With his eagerness, he’d jumped the gun and now his plan was ruined, and she probably, maybe, definitely thought he was a fucking pervert trying to get into her pants, and yes, he very much would like to do that but not like this. Not before she knew he would quite literally die for her, not before he’d confessed to her the profound love he felt and had finally become the kind of man she deserved to have. Dottie looked at him not understanding what had just happened, but when she moved to get off the bed and closer to him, he jumped off the floor and put even more distance between them.

“I’m so sorry, we shouldn’t- fuck, I didn’t-”

“Eddie, it’s fine-

“No, it’s not fine!” his hands tangled in his own hair while he tried to find the words to explain himself. “This is all wrong, goddamnit-”

“Eddie, calm down-”

“Fuck, Chrissy is gonna kill me, I’m such a fucking idiot-”

“Ch-Chrissy?” Dottie whispered, but he didn’t hear her in the middle of his freakout.

Oh. Oh. She was so stupid. She couldn’t even blame him, she’d been influenced by her aunts and by Gareth - and of course, who wouldn’t be in love with Chrissy Cunningham, Head Cheerleader and Queen of Hawkins High? She was so kind, and friendly, with her gorgeous eyes and warm smiles. And by his own admission, if she was going to kill him, well, that certainly meant she returned Eddie’s affections, did it not? She’d be an idiot not to love Eddie back because Eddie was so loveable. Sweet, silly, wonderful Eddie who had just kissed his best friend and regretted it deeply. She had to get out of there if there was any hope of saving their friendship.

“I’m so sorry,” Dottie said, rushing out of the bedroom and into the kitchen.

“Dot, wait!” Eddie followed her. He had to fix this, he had to tell her, he was gonna tell her- “What are you doing?”

“I’m really so sorry, Eddie, I didn’t know,” she got her damp clothes out of the washing machine; the cycle had probably ended in the middle of his upset rant and neither of them had heard it.

“Where are you going? It’s midnight!” he watched her shove her feet into her heels, not bothering with fastening the buckles before she opened his front door. He had to act fast or he was going to lose her forever.

“Eddie, please,” she asked, tears pooling in her eyes again, voice broken. “I just want to go home. Everything’s fine, I’ll see you on Monday-”

“No!” he threw himself onto the door, closing it again effectively locking her in. “Y-you can’t leave like this! What are you gonna do, walk home in your heels? Are you insane?”

“Please, I’m sorry,” she sobbed, breaking his heart into a million tiny pieces. “We can forget this all happened, please, just let me go!”

“No!”

“Eddie!”

“No! We need to talk about this!”

“There’s nothing to talk about! I didn’t know you were dating her, just let me-”

“Wait, what?” It was Eddie’s turn to be confused. “I’m not dating anyone, what are you talking about?”

“I’m not fucking deaf, Ed! You just said Chrissy was gonna kill you!”

“Yes, but that’s not- Fuck! That’s not what I meant! She’s dating Jason Carver, for fuck’s sake!”

“It’s okay if you like her, she’s fucking perfect-” she babbled, fat tears leaving tracks on her cheeks.

“You’re fucking perfect! God, fuck, this is not what I-” Eddie took the clothes out of her arms and threw them into the living room, pulling her into his arms again.

“Eddie, what the fuck?!” she shrieked, trying to get away from him but he held on tight, throwing her onto his shoulder and sitting her down onto the kitchen counter.

“I made Kool-Aid!”

“What? I don’t want fucking Kool-Aid-”

“Just stop arguing!” he yelled, effectively shutting her up. “I made apple Kool-Aid.”

“...I love apple Kool-Aid,” she said, for lack of a better response.

“I know,” he said, leaning back and looking at her sitting between his arms, palms on the cold surface of his kitchen countertop. “That’s why I keep buying it. For you.”

An ugly sob bubbled up out of her throat and she hid her face in her hands. She wasn’t strong enough to keep fighting with him, and when he hugged her again, fingers tangling back under her ears, she simply bowed her head and cried harder. Eddie kissed her hair and held her, letting her release all the pent up emotions that were swirling in her mind. When she breathed a little bit easier, he looked at her, drying her tears with his thumbs.

“Can I trust you to stay here while I get the Kool-Aid?” he asked, softly.

Dottie nodded, so he moved away from her to get the pitcher out of the fridge. He filled a mug first, watching her legs swinging lightly back and forth while she sniffled and picked at her nails, and stopped before filling the next one. She saw him frown and look around the kitchen before finding what he was looking for: a yellow ceramic mug with a gnome playing the accordion on the front. A couple of weeks ago, the teens had been studying in the trailer on the small table in the kitchen, and Dottie had mentioned to Wayne she was gonna get him a hat with her college logo when she was in Michigan so he could add it to his collection. He’d glowed at that, joking that he was gonna tell everyone his niece was a genius and that he’d leave her her favorite mug in his will in return. The two of them had spent around 30 minutes going through every mug until she decided on one, all while Eddie worked on his homework with a dumb smile on his face. She’d picked a yellow mug with gnome playing the accordion on the front, the very same mug Eddie was now gently putting into her hands filled with apple Kool-Aid he allegedly kept buying because he knew it was her fave flavor.

They sipped their juice in silence until Dottie calmed down, holding onto the mug with both hands for comfort. Eddie stood there, waiting for her to say anything and when it became clear she was not gonna be the first one to talk, he put his mug down and turned to her, pulling on the hem of her borrowed boxers.

“Hey,” he said, ducking his head down to look her into the eyes. She made a small sound of acknowledgment but kept staring at the liquid between her hands. “I’m not dating anyone.”

“Okay.”

“I don’t like Chrissy,” he kept going.

“You don’t have to explain anything to me.”

“Yes, I do. I really fucking do,” he took her mug out of her hands and ducked a bit more. “Dot, look at me. Please.”

“Eddie, it’s fine-”

“I’m kind of insanely in love with you.”

“What?” Dottie breathed out, eyes widening.

“Darling, I haven’t been able to even look at anyone else since the day I met you. I’m so fucking obsessed with you it’s actually embarrassing,” he smiled at her, finally hitting her with the full force of his confession.

“You… you like me?”

“Mhm,” he nodded, lifting her hand and kissing her gauze covered knuckles. “Chrissy has been helping me plan how to ask you out. We’re not secretly dating, she knows I’m crazy about you.”

“Oh. Sorry, I didn’t know,” Dottie murmured, ashamed that she’d jumped the gun with her conclusions.

“You couldn’t know, that was the whole point,” he chuckled. “I was gonna ask you out after graduation, I wanted to have our diplomas and everything but then you kissed me and… you’re awfully impatient, has anyone ever told you that?”

“God, I’m an idiot,” she laughed, hitting her forehead with her palm. “How long had you been planning that?”

“Since around your birthday,” he admitted, and she groaned. “I would have asked you earlier but I wanted to set things straight before, y’know? I wanted to graduate first, maybe get a job, I dunno… Give you what you deserve. Instead you get… this,” he waved his hand around. “Sorry.”

“Eddie, I’m so in love with you, it’s not even funny. What are you talking about?”

“What?”

“Oh my god, we’re both idiots!” Dottie groaned again, and he laughed in disbelief.

“You’re in love with me?”

“Yes! Why did you think I kissed you?!”

“I mean, I kinda figured out you liked me, but love, darling, that’s… That’s a lot.”

“You just said you are “kinda insanely in love” with me, what do you mean it’s a lot?” she looked at him like he had just told her the sky was green.

“Well, yeah, but- that’s different! I’m me!”

“Okay, what the hell does that mean?”

“I don’t know, I just- fuck, I love you and I really, really want to kiss you right now. Would that be okay, darling? Can I kiss you?”

She shook her head at him like he had just said the stupidest thing on Earth and wrapped her arms around him, bringing him forward and pressing their lips together again. Eddie laughed against her mouth, hands coming up to cup the sides of her jaw, thumbs rubbing circles into her skin. They kissed with no hurry and no other motives than to just kiss, savoring the moment like a cold sip of water after a long race. There were no more places to hide, no more shadows lurking in the background. It was just them under the mismatched light bulbs in the Munson kitchen, two mugs and a pitcher filled with Kool-Aid, and limbs tangling with one another, scratching an itch that had once seemed impossible to relieve.

Eddie moved his lips from hers to her cheek, up her nose and eyelids until he reached her forehead and stayed there, just breathing in and basking in the knowledge that they’d jumped off a cliff together and had landed on the other side unscathed. There were so many conversations to be had, so many things to be said, but this was more than okay for him now. This was enough, and for the first time in his whole life, he was enough. Dottie’s hands moved under his shirt, lightly running her short nails over his skin, the motion calming and grounding him. He was hers, and she was his, and there was nothing else that mattered anymore. The waters were calm. The locked padlocks remained in place, but the keys weren’t forgotten or hidden anymore. She felt at peace in a way she had never once felt before, knowing that no matter what came next, they would face it together. She yawned once, burrowing further into his skin, and he chuckled.

“Wanna go to bed now?” he asked, softly.

“Yes, please,” she replied.

Eddie helped her off the counter and let her get comfy in his room while he finished getting ready for bed, turning all the lights off and brushing his teeth with a dazed expression on his face. He found her tucked in on the left side of his bed, the one closest to the wall and realized that he could get used to this so easily. He was sure that once she went home the next day, he’d have trouble falling asleep until she was back next to him, nuzzling into his chest and wearing his clothes. They cuddled in silence, soft touches in the darkness, just exploring skin and calming rapid heartbeats with innocent caresses that revealed just how much they’d longed for this. There would be time for bolder actions, but tonight they just wanted to hold each other tight and never let go. Eddie, however, had one more question to ask before sleep could whisk them away to Dreamland.

“Darling?”

“Mhm?”

“I don’t want to, like, ruin the moment, but… what happens now?”

“Dunno. What do you want to happen?” she asked, moving her leg on top of his so he could shuffle closer to her.

“Can we maybe not tell people this happened so I can ask you out like I planned?” he said, shyly. “I just… I want to do things right with you. I don’t want to fuck this up.”

“You’re not fucking anything up, Ed. But sure, we can pretend this didn’t happen and I’ll act surprised when you ask me out,” she rolled her eyes playfully.

“No, no, that’s not what I meant,” he squeezed her closer. “I meant it more like… not telling the guys? You can tell your Dad if you want, though.”

“How about this?” she said, reaching up and kissing his jaw sweetly. “We don’t tell anyone anything, and my Dad doesn’t get an aneurysm every time he sees you. Sound good?”

“You want to lie to your Dad?”

“Not forever. We can tell him before I leave for college. You’re gonna come see me, right?” Dottie asked, hopeful.

“Baby, Michigan is only three hours away. They’re gonna think I’m your roommate with how often I’m gonna be there,” he pecked her hairline.

“Baby?”

“Just trying it on. D’you like it?”

“I love it. And I love you.”

“Fuck, I’ll never get tired of that. I love you,” he chuckled, leaning in to kiss her. “Okay, we won’t tell anyone so your Dad doesn’t murder me.”

“I have one condition though.”

“Okay?”

“I still get to kiss you when we’re alone.”

“You just want me to be your dirty little secret, don’t you?” Eddie joked, poking her side.

“I’ll be yours too if that helps,” she said, cheekily.

“Oh, don’t tempt me with a good time, princess,” he said with a mischievous tone. “Who knows? Might be fun to sneak around all summer.”

Half an hour later, when they were finally falling asleep between soft kisses and whispered sweet nothings, they both agreed that a little bit of teenage disobedience might just be the missing piece they didn’t know they were looking for to complete their perfect summer before officially being adults. After all, it always looked so much fun in movies, right?

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Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x You (OFC)

Warnings: Swearing, Smut (MDNI 18+ Only), Stalking, P in V, oral (female and male receiving), Semi-public sex, light spanking,

Summary: You get to know Jake's family better, learn few truths about your life, and try to figure out what Jake's brother's deal is.

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Chapter 9

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Chapter 10: Just You

The rest of the afternoon is spent hanging around the kitchen helping Sharon with some of Thanksgiving pre-prep.

Sharon keeps the conversation going, "So, Elsa, any special Thanksgiving traditions at your house?"

"Nothing too different than most people's, we'd usually go to my Grandma's for dinner with my extended family."

"We've got that too, that's Friday night for my side of the family. You'll get to meet all of the Lucarellis."

Jake pipes up,

"That's the Italian side."

"How many people is that?" you ask trying to get an idea of the size of the get-together.

"It's about 40ish people with all the generations. I'm one of five kids so it's our kids and grandkids."

"Wow, that's a lot of people. My extended family is 10 people," you reply with my eyes widening. Jake notices the look on my face.

"Don't worry about remembering everyone's names, I'm pretty sure it took me till I was about 10 to get it all right," he reassures me.

"Oh yeah, they're all dying to meet you. Everybody is curious about the girl that got Jake to settle down," Sharon gushes.

"Mom, you're making it seem like Elsa's going to be the main attraction. Don't scare her," Jake says to his mom in a fake whisper.

You laugh, catching Jake's eye. He winks and gives you that panty dropper smile.

The conversation pivots, and moves to your work,

"So what is it you exactly do, Jake was a bit vague about that," she asks.

"Probably not intentionally so, I work for Lockheed Martin in the research and development division. The specific details are literally top secret," you answer.

"You and Jake and your top secret lives, always thought that was just in the movies."

"Where'd you go to college?"

"Notre Dame for my undergrad and Stanford for my PhD."

"You a big football fan? That's what I think of most when I think of Notre Dame."

Jake snickers behind his mom where he is chopping vegetables for stuffing tomorrow.

"Yes, I'd say Elsa is a big football fan. She sat me down and told me Saturdays in the fall were for Notre Dame football and I was welcome to join her or find something else to do."

"I had to let you know my deal breakers. Not everyone enjoys Lydia and I losing it over every play."

"Lydia is Elsa's best friend from Notre Dame, she lives with Rooster in La Jolla," Jake fills her in.

"Oh yeah, you mentioned that Rooster had found himself a lady friend. Nice young man."

The food prep wraps up and you help Sharon clean up the kitchen.

She goes and sits down on an overstuffed armchair and puts her feet up on an ottoman.

"Well, I'm done cooking for the day, dinner tonight is pizza," she sighs out.

"Well earned, Mom. Do you want a drink? Make yourself comfortable," Jake asks.

"That sounds good, a glass of red, please. There's a few bottles in the rack in there, pick something out."

"Elsa, you?" he asks over his shoulder as he steps into the kitchen.

"Yes, please." you settle on a matching overstuffed sofa.

"Oh, you'll get to meet Mike tonight. He's going to stop by for dinner on his way home from the hospital."

"I was wondering when he'd make an appearance."

"Alicia and the girls will be here tomorrow."

"That was going to be my next question. Jake's mentioned them before, especially when I asked how he was familiar with Frozen. He called me Icy when we first met."

"I'll level with you, I love my granddaughters dearly, but if I have to watch that movie or Moana one more time I'm going to lose it."

"You and I will get along well. I've always liked my name, but it did get annoying after the movie came out."

Jake has reappeared with two glasses of wine and hands one to you and Sharon and disappears back into the kitchen presumably to grab his glass.

"So Jake mentioned you met at a bar, how'd that go? Did Jakey have some suave pick up line?"

You nearly snort on your wine,

"You want to tell her or should I?" you ask Jake as he enters with his glass. He sits down next to you with his arm on the back of the sofa and asks,

“Tell who what?”

You wait till he is taking a sip,

“Your mom wants to know how exactly we met at the Hard Deck and if you had some smooth pick up line.”

Jake nearly chokes on his wine,

“Hardly, I ran into her spilling her drink, which is the only reason I got to buy her a drink that night at all. We talked for a while, I apparently didn’t pick up some obvious clues nor ask her what she does for a living. I was drinking pretty fast because she made me nervous and then I tried to pull my ‘I’m a pilot and this how planes fly routine.’”

Sharon groans,

“You tried to explain how planes fly to an aerospace engineer. I’m sure I raised you better.”

“Hey, the whole pilot thing has worked pretty well in the past. Then she promptly gave me an epic ego check and left me a smoldering wreck on the barroom floor.”

Sharon’s eyebrows furrow, confused how anything could be salvaged that situation.

“I assumed I’d never see him again.” you add.

“Something about you definitely intrigued me and I wanted to see you again or at least say sorry,” Jake continues. “I got your number from a friend and invited you to a Padres game the next day, and for some miraculous reason you said yes.”

“I figured I'd get at least a baseball game out of it,” you add.

“But apparently, I pulled the old Seresin charm out and the baseball game became dinner and the rest is history.” Jake wraps up, kissing you on the side of your head.

“Your charm was not trying to be a flashy pilot, and just being Jake,” you reassure him as you pat his knee.

“You guys are adorable,” Sharon practically coos.

“Where’s Tom? I haven’t seen him around all day?” you ask.

“Oh he’s volunteering at the community health clinic. When he retired from his own practice he decided to volunteer a few days a week here and there to keep busy. He’s usually back by 5,” she answers. you look up at the clock on the mantle and it says 3 pm.

“That’s cool, what a neat way to stay connected and give back.”

Sharon has finished her wine and her busy day and an afternoon glass of wine has mellowed her out. She yawns,

“Well, I’m going to go ‘rest my eyes’ for a bit till Dad gets home.” She gets up and drops her glass in the kitchen and heads off to take a nap.

You stand up and look at the photos on the mantle and the wall. There’s the usual family portraits, some baseball photos of Jake and his brother. A large wedding portrait of Mike and Alicia, (you assume), baby pictures of the grandkids, graduations, and other family moments all line the wall.

Jake has joined you and is standing next to you.

"Your family literally looks like the fake families they put in photo frames," you tease Jake.

"I can't help that we were all gifted with gorgeous genetics."

Continuing to look at the photos each one is filled with that signature Seresin smile. The one that radiates pure joy.

"It's not just the looks, which I agree are top notch. You can feel the love your family has for each other, that comes through even though it's just a moment frozen in time."

"All family photos are like that, you probably have a wall like this at your house."

"No, they're not. A distinct memory I have is my mom smiling brightly for the camera and then her face going back neutral or RBF. She never walked around the world with a smile. My Dad was better about it, but I think that slowly faded over time by being with my Mom."

Jake wraps his arms around you, knowing how hard it is for you to talk about certain things.

"I guess I'm just a little overwhelmed by how loving your family is. When I went to meet Liam's family when we got engaged, it felt like my family. Polite and cool, when they weren't sniping each other with passive aggressive remarks."

Jake kisses your forehead, it's always at his mouth level and easy to reach.

"I get that your relationship with your parents is in the 'It's Complicated' category, but understand, and this can't make up for the past, but you're a part of the Seresin family and all that love."

"You're going to make me cry. How are you so good at all this emotional stuff? I feel like I'm just figuring this out on the fly."

"This is only an observation, but I don't think you've ever felt real love before our relationship. Not to say your parents don't love you in some way, but it's based on you being something for them, like you being an Olympian. Real love isn't like that, it's based on you being just you. Just like you fell in love with just Jake, the man, not Jake the hotshot pilot."

The tears are pricking at the corners of your eyes, I take a deep breath.

"You realize you've made a better assessment than my therapists ever did. I really had to be in love to understand what was missing. Have I mentioned how much I love you?" you laugh, wiping at the tears with you hands.

"Yes, but I love hearing it.'

"Okay, I think we've made some good progress here today," you joke.

Jake looks confused.

"It's literally how every therapist, I've had has wrapped up the end of a session," you explain.

"Are we wrapping up this session?"

"I think so, I'm going to have to absorb that truth bomb and just bask in the love your family is lousy with."

He laughs and pulls you back into a deep hug. The tension in you melts away. You and Jake end up back on the couch snuggled together.

"So, here's your chance to preempt any embarrassing stories your brother might drop on dinner," you tease Jake.

He groans,

"Oh Lord, there's a few."

You spend the rest of the afternoon with your head on his lap as tells you stories about growing up.

Around five, as promised, Jake's Dad arrives home. You and Jake greet him and Sharon reappears to give him a kiss on the cheek. They discuss when Mike will be over to time the pizza delivery. Jake's dad calls out to the living room where Jake and you are still on the couch,

"Elsa, Jake tells me you like a good gin and tonic."

You sit up and respond,

"I do in fact like a good gin and tonic, got to prevent malaria."

Jake and you walk into the kitchen.

He responds with a good laugh,

"It'll be nice to have another g&t drinker in the family, these two," he points at Sharon pouring a glass of wine and Jake getting a beer from the fridge, "Are very anti-gin and tonic."

"I know, Jake has made his opinions known about gin, he said it was like kissing a Christmas tree."

"It is, it's so piney," he whines. You lean over and kiss his cheek.

A gin and tonic is slid across the counter to you, which you gladly accept.

"Thanks, Tom."

He holds his glass up in a cheers motion and you mimic him. The first sip is exactly on point, you let Tom know,

"Perfectly done."

"I've had years of practice," he responds drolly.

Sharon cuts in,

"Why don't you folks make yourself comfortable in the living room while we wait for Mike. I'll be there in a second."

You follow Sharon's suggestion and Jake and you take the loveseat opposite the armchair. Jake instinctually puts his arm up on the back around you. You wait for Tom to lob out a question.

Which he does, but not to you,

"How's the teaching gig going, Jake?"

"I really like it, I was a little unsure of how teaching would be versus active duty but it's so rewarding to get these pilots in, devastate them the first day and then have to be flying at my best to win at the end of it."

Jake and Tom keep talking about Jake's work for a while. Sharon comes in and joins the group. There's a knock at the door, Sharon jumps up to answer the door,

"Oh, it's Mike, I was wondering when he'd get here."

She opens the door to a similar looking man a few years older than Jake with a bit thinner build, but the same crazy green eyes and blond hair. Sharon takes the pizza boxes from Mike and Jake jumps up to greet his brother with a big bear hug.

A mix of each other's name, "Good to see you", and "It's been awhile" emanates from their hug. Everyone migrates to the kitchen and soon pizza is served up and everyone is seated.

Again you wait for a question to come your way and this time it does.

"Elsa, I hear you're a PhD aerospace engineer who went to Notre Dame on a gymnastics scholarship and works on top secret aircraft. Knowing Jake, one of those has to be untrue," Mike asks in more of an interrogative way than friendly. Like he's checking out your cover story.

"Nope, those are all true," you answer.

"If you're all those out of the world things, why did you pick my brother of all people to be with?" His tone is so serious that you can't tell if he's joking in a brotherly way or if he's being mean about it.

Your brain wants to go with the snarky response, which is "Because he has a very big cock," but luckily your filter is working and instead you say, l

"Because he is a very good man whom I love very much and who loves me just as much."

Sharon and Tom look at each and lift their eyebrows, communicating in that way old married couples do.

Mike rolls his eyes,

"Yeesh, you really are gone for him."

"Yeah, I think it's past the point of no return," you look over to Jake and he is watching the exchange between you and his brother like a tennis match. His face alternates from an adoring to annoyed look with each volley.

"Yeah, but I still can't believe he landed someone as high caliber as you."

Jake interjects himself to the conversation,

"I think we covered that enough, moving on Mike."

He does with surprising ease and pivots to his next question,

"So, how long have you lived in San Diego?"

"A little over four years and I, we actually live on Coronado Island, if you're familiar with the San Diego area."

The rest of dinner goes relatively normal and the get to know you conversations flow easily and feel less like you're a spy caught in enemy territory being questioned.

Mike excuses himself after dinner to get home before the girls have to go to bed.

That night as Jake and you are settling into bed, you ask Jake about his brother,

"Is your brother usually that aggressive to new people, or was it just me?"

"It was just you, I think it blew his mind that someone like you is actually in love with me."

"That I don't get."

"He's always been the do good of our family, he's a doctor, married, and kids. All things my parents are rightly proud of. I don't know if he feels like I one upped him on a partner or he's actually jealous."

"What about his wife, Alicia?"

"Alicia is lovely, I don't doubt those two are crazy in love, I just think he's put out that he's not the golden boy right now. My mom has been waiting for me to settle down for so long I'm surprised she isn't picking out wedding colors right now, so she understandably is excited and he feels a lack of attention, I guess."

"So the usual siblings vying for their parents' attention, like when you were kids."

"Yup, are you close with your sister? I know you call her fairly regularly."

"We're pretty close, my sister has always gone her own way, she didn't have the need to get approval and validation from our parents. She just did what she liked to do and that was art. So we weren't competing with each other in the same realms and could be friends. I think she liked that my parents were so over involved in my life that she had more freedom. But I think I've thought about family dynamics enough to today."

"Agreed."

Jake rolls over to spoon you and pulls you back into his embrace.

"I love you," you whisper.

"Love you too," he answers.

It doesn't take long to fall asleep.

Chapter 11

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george-weasleys-girl · 8 months

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North Star Series

Chapter 40 - The Very Short Engagement

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Summary: Plot twist 😉

Warning: none that I remember

~•~

Someone was knocking at the door.

"Go away, Fred," George muttered and rolled over to pull Y/N close. "We agreed I get the room tonight." He was back at Hogwarts, and it was Thursday night, his and Y/N's night to get the dorm room to themselves.

The knocking continued.

George groaned, rolling back over and rubbing his eyes. "Alright, alright. Gimme a bloody minute." He reached over the side of the bed to grab his pants, only to discover they weren't there. That was strange. He and Y/N always kept their clothes nearby in case they had to get dressed quickly.

George opened his eyes and realized that he was not at Hogwarts, nor was it night. He was instead in his apartment bedroom, and according to his clock, it was almost noon.

That's when everything came flooding back, and a surge of euphoria overtook him. He looked over at Y/N, now his fiancé, and smiled. She was beginning to stir but wasn't yet awake. He was about to lean over and kiss her nose when the knocking started back up.

Except it wasn't knocking. It was tapping. On the bedroom window. He looked up to see Artemis, his parents' new owl waiting outside patiently.

Well, at least he didn't have to get dressed for that. Good thing, too, since his clothes from last night lay in a pile on the floor next to the dining room table.

~•~

"You really don't care?" George looked stunned. "I thought every girl wanted the fairytale wedding."

"Not me," Y/N smiled. "The marriage is far more important to me than the wedding. I'd marry you on the side of the road and wearing a potato sack."

They'd talked about being married many times, but it wasn't until the letter arrived that George realized they'd never discussed getting married. He just always assumed, because of her parents' drunken Vegas nuptials, that she would want a proper wedding.

Except she didn't. And truthfully, he was okay with that. More than ok.

"I'd elope with you right now, except..." He looked down at the parchment on the table.

"Same," she picked up the letter and reread it.

Dear Y/N,

I'm so excited! When do you two plan to announce your engagement? Hopefully soon! I can't wait to help plan the wedding!!!

Love,

Ginny

"It'd break her heart if we ran off and eloped," Y/N sighed. "I can't do that to her."

"Me either," George agreed.

Y/N folded up the letter and placed it back in the envelope. "So, when do you want to make the announcement?

~•~

Two days later, at the Burrow, George and Y/N announced their engagement. It went exactly as they'd expected. Molly nearly smothered them both. Ginny spent half the night bragging that she knew before her mum. And then everyone else gave hugs or handshakes and offered their hearty congratulations.

"We're actually thinking something small and simple," George said before Molly went overboard with grandiose plans.

"And we'd like to do it as soon as possible," Y/N added.

"How soon?" Arthur asked.

"We were thinking mid-January," George answered. "Everything will be wound down from the holidays, and it'll give her grandma and her best friend time to make arrangements to fly over."

"Are you sure that's safe," Hermione asked. "With everything... going on."

"We'll make it safe. We're not leaving her family out," Molly asserted with such finality that no one else dared to argue.

"Well then, that doesn't give us much time to plan," Ginny said, breaking the silence. "So we best get to it."

~•~

Five hours later

Y/N fell face first onto the bed as soon as she and George got home.

"Tired, love?" He smiled, rubbing her back.

"Mmfmhmfm," she answered.

"Sorry, sweetheart. I don't speak muffled pillow."

Y/N rolled over and gave him an apologetic smile. "I don't think I've ever been this exhausted in my life. I can't believe we planned the entire wedding in one night."

"Well, I, for one, am quite impressed," he stretched out across the bed beside her.

Y/N smiled and nuzzled her face into his neck.

"I just don't like having to wait a month," he mummered.

Y/N was quiet for a few moments, then she leaned back and looked at him. "So, why should we?"

"What? You mean cancel the wedding?"

"No," Y/N sat up. "I mean, we could get married tomorrow and not tell anyone. Except for Fred, of course, but he'd never breathe a word of it."

George sat up, meeting her eye to eye. "Get married? Tomorrow?"

She nodded.

"This what you really want? Truly?"

"Yes, truly," she admitted. "I don't want to wait anymore than you do. I want to marry you tomorrow."

He stared at her, searching her eyes for any doubts, before a huge grin spread across his face, and he tackled her. "You are the most amazing woman to ever live," he said. "And I can't believe that tomorrow I get to call you my wife." He leaned in to kiss her, then paused, eyes widening. "We need to tell Fred! C'mon!" He started to pull her up but stopped. "Never mind, you're tired. I'll go get him," he jumped up. "Be right back!"

Y/N giggled, watching him run out the door. Godric, she loved that man more than life. George Weasley was her dream come true.

She leaned back thinking about their long-running "argument" as to who was the lucky one in the relationship and finally decided they were both right.

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Maybe that's what true love really meant, she thought. Both people thinking they were the lucky one.

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pfhwrittes · 2 months

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🧟‍♀️ scariest thing that’s happened to you

well i did say in the tags of one of my asks that i'd share this story but i'm putting it under a cut with a big fat trigger warning for domestic violence / intimate partner abuse also heads up, this is a long read.

so when i was 21 i met a man called matt. he was a friend of my sister's boyfriend at the time. super charming, funny and very handsome. he made me laugh like no one else and i would frequently think "oh he can't possibly be real" because i felt like he understood me in a way my ex-fiancée never did.

we dated for about a year. he met my parents and my friends and everyone loved him. he spent christmas with my family and even made my grandma laugh. he was literally the perfect boyfriend and i fully admit to neglecting my friendships to focus solely on him.

anyway, he broke up with me because he was moving for work and i was heartbroken but we agreed to remain friends. so we'd send each other silly memes, ask how things were going in each other's lives, occasionally get a bit drunk and tell each other we missed each other over late night phone calls. you know how it goes. then eventually we stopped talking.

two or three years later (i'm not entirely sure) he messaged me to say he was back in my area and would i like to meet up for a drink. i agreed. he completely swept me off my feet again and told me how much he missed me and how he felt like an idiot for breaking up with me, would i be willing to try again? of course i said yes! matt was back in my life! i wasn't completely over him so i went willingly back to him.

then he tells me that he's bought a house just outside belfast and that's where he was working now. he said he loved me but he wasn't sure he could manage a long-distance relationship so would i be willing to move in with him? aaaand again of course i said yes! my friends at the time were going "p, what the fuck? you can't move in with this guy! you dated for a year a couple of years ago. you don't even know him that well!" but hey i was in love and i thought i knew what i was doing like every mid-twenties person does. so i pack up my car and catch the ferry over to northern ireland (via dublin) to move in with matt. and that's when things started to change.

just remember that i was alone and in a new place with absolutely no support except for matt, so at the time things weren't too weird. he wanted us to join a gym as a couple? great. he wanted us to try a new diet together? cool. he wanted me to spend less time on my phone so we could spend quality time together when he came home from work? okay sure! he wanted me to do some housework while he was at work because i didn't have a job? no problem, that makes sense.

all of those are little things that look pretty innocent right? no big deal. but then he started going through my phone. then he started giving me the silent treatment if i said i didn't want to go to the gym because i was bloated and my cramps were making me nauseous. then he started pulling the duvet off the bed at 6.00am so i'd have no choice but to get out of bed. then he started making comments about the house was a fucking pigsty and he shouldn't have to live in filth on the days where i'd forget to hoover the carpets on the stairs. this went on for a few months.

and then one day when we were walking out of a multi-story car park i mentioned my friend lewis offhandedly and he pinned me against the wall and told me that "[he'd] never hit me over it but [he] was pissed off that [i] was spending so much time on [my] fucking phone to [my] friends." he apologised, said he didn't mean it. he just felt jealous and his temper and the fact he was so tired and stressed from work got the better of him. i believed him but i never brought up lewis again.

not long after that he hit me in the head for not paying attention to the roadsigns when he was driving when i accidentally told him to turn right instead of left at a t-junction. again, he apologised and said he didn't mean it. and i was so stunned i said it was okay, i understood. but i always flinched when he would reach up to adjust the rearview mirror or put his sunglasses on if he was in the car, even if he was a passenger.

then he started grabbing my wrists and pinning me down during sex. or slapping me on the face when i'd give him a consolation blowjob because i didn't want to fuck him.

breaking point was the day i was really sick with a cold and i had forced myself out of bed at 6.00am to keep him happy but i felt so shitty i went for a nap on the sofa immediately after he left for work. well i slept all day and didn't do any of the chores he'd asked me to do. he came home to a few dishes in the kitchen sink. and that was unacceptable. so he dragged me by my hair to the kitchen sink and smashed my face into the draining board. a couple of times actually.

he hit my head so hard i suspect i was probably concussed and my mouth was full of blood from where my front teeth had chipped off. he knocked my teeth loose enough that they actually moved and wobbled if i put pressure on them with my tongue. i had a black eye and a cut on my forehead where i caught the edge of the sink. i never went to the doctor about it and i didn't leave the house until the bruises had faded. but i was terrified of fucking up like that again.

i left him nearly three weeks later in the middle of the night after pouring him a few beers and fucking him so he'd fall asleep earlier than me. i drove like hell that night over the border to dublin's ferry port, absolutely convinced he was right behind me the whole way. that fear didn't stop until i had driven all the way to my friend's house in cwmbran and i practically collapsed on his sofa.

i'm safe now, but i still can't stand at a kitchen sink if someone else is in the kitchen with me.

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scholastic-dragon · 2 years

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Hello

I had this on my mind all day and it’s just too good

If your comfortable with it could you do a rocket x Gn reader where his best friend is having a panic attack and he lets them pet him to calm them down (brownie points if you can get him to purr) thanks love the blog 😊😊

Aww thank you! Let's do this *cracks knuckles*

Rocket x Gn!reader

Not Alone

Word count: 1.8k

Warnings: ⚠️ reader has a panic attack ⚠️ Rocket being nice, spelling mistakes, Quill being an asshole (he apologizes), fluff

Summary: after feeling like crap for over a month, your resolve finally breaks. Thankfully your best friend is willing to help.

You felt like shit.

No other way to put it.

You could feel your motivation and energy draining with every minute you spent in the wide dark abyss that was space and not on a planet with sunlight.

You'd thought your grandma was lying when she'd said sunlight was good for your health. You see now she wasn't.

It was always dark, and cold, and while you had friends on the Milano you felt lonely. As far as you knew, they didn't have anxiety like you did, they didn't overhtink or worry as much and when you did voice those concerns, you mostly got shut down.

After that you mostly kept it to yourself, which only made it brew and fester worse. You tried to push it down and down until you couldn't feel it anymore.

But instead, you finally broke and it all came crashing down.

Yelling, scraping metal, and the ship jostling woke you up. Your eyes felt heavy, wanting to glue themselves shut and go back to sleep. Your limbs felt like rocks, unable to move from your mattress.

The yelling continued, echoing through the ships ventilation system, you could clearly hear Rocket and Quill arguing again.

Rasing your hand, you glanced at your watch. 8:35 AM. You'd slept in: great.

Sitting up, you threw your blankets off of you, swinging your legs over your bed. Your body ached and hurt, feeling worn and tired.

Not bothering to change, you left the comfort of your room and left for the main lower area.

When you got there, Rocket was standing on the table yelling at Quill who was standing beside it.

Gamora was rubbing her temples, standing across from the both of them. Groot was quietly sitting and eating a bowl of cereal from his old plant pot. Drax was gleefully sitting next to Gamora with a smile on his face.

"It wasn't me, you dumb Raccoon!" Quill yelled, face getting red.

"Stop calling me that!!"

"I will if you just admit that you left the power converters on last night and that's why there's a big burn mark on my seat!"

Your stomach fell, you were the one who left the converters on. You were so tired and wanted to go to bed, you didn't think they could get that hot.

You quiety stepped more into the room, as tired and unstable as you felt, you wouldn't like Rocket take the blame for this.

"I left the converters on," Everyone's head snapped to you, surprised by your tired expression and late appearance. "I thought they turned off and didn't think they'd burn your seat,"

"See?" Rocket gestured to you, making an amused face at Quill. "I told you I didn't do it!"

Quill put his hands on his hips, sucking on his bottom lip. His eyes left Rocket and met yours, you could tell by his expression you were in for a lecture.

"That was really dangerous what you did,"

"I know that, but no one got hurt, and it was just a hole in your seat, you can replace it," you crossed your arms, feeling defensive.

"I shouldn't have to replace it, you should've known better!" Quill pointed a finger at you.

"Don't reprimand me like a child, I'm an adult, Quill-"

"You don't act like one!" Quill yelled over you, waving his hands around angrily. "Lately, you've just been moody and grumpy and it's going to end up hurting one of us. This is the second time this month that you've messed something up and someone could've gotten hurt. You almost took Drax's hand off because you didn't clean the generator!"

Tears stung your eyes, your chest felt tight, your fave felt hot and you could tell your face was red. Your arms tightened around your chest, your breathing picking up.

"I'm trying...I just-" You stuttered, feeling a lump forming in your throat.

"Just, be more careful, it's not that hard," Quill rolled his eyes, turning and walking away, seemingly done with the argument. Gamora gave you a look of sympathy before following him.

Rocket was looking at you, reading your expression, he wanted to say something.

As Quill's words echoed through your brain, you felt that horribly familiar twisting gut feeling. Your body got hot and sweaty, your knees trembling.

Without another second you rushed out of the room, climbing back to your bedroom and slamming the door.

Arms still tightly crossed you sat on the edge of your bed, your chest heaving with heavy but shallow breaths. Tears ran down your face, you sobbed softly, folding in on yourself.

After about 10 minutes of crying, you heard footsteps outside your door. A soft knock came from the other side.

"Hey, Y/n? You in there? You seemed kinda upset earlier, are you okay?"

"I'm fine," You voiced cracked, clearly telling him you'd been crying. You were best friends, but Rocket had a tendency to he brash and blunt and you didn't want to hear it right now.

After a moment of silence, Rocket opened the door, peering in before closing it behind him.

He quietly sat beside you, unsure of what to say, but knowing you probably didn't want to be alone.

"I'm sorry Quill yelled at ya, you didn't have to take the blame, I can take Quill yell-"

"It's not that I can't take Quills lectures or him yelling, it's the fact that he treats me like a child, you all do!" Your voice rose, you turned to face him, more tears rolling down your face. "You all treat me like a child or like I'm less than you because of my anxiety and I hate it, I'm not any less capable. Sometimes I struggle, but I'm not stupid and useless, I'm trying my best and it'd be nice if my friends would actually listen to my problems instead of brushing me off,"

Rocket sat silently as you ranted, your voice kept cracking as tears streaming continuously down your face.

When you stopped ranting and wiped away your tears he gently put his hand on top of yours.

"I'm sorry if I ever made you feel like that, I never meant to, I struggle a lot to and I push people away. I promise from here on out I will never brush you off again,"

"Thanks," You murmer softly, taking his small hand in yours and squeezing. Your heart was still racing, the tightening in your chest still crushing your ribcage.

"Do you wanna talk about what's going on?"

"I'm tired and exhausted, I have no motivation and I miss the sun and warm breezes and being outside." You sniffled, using your sleeve to wipe away snot.

Rockets fingers gently rubbed against your hand, encouraging you to continue.

"What Quill said really bothered me and got under my skin and...and..." You trailed off, voice getting quiet. "... I'm having a panic attack,"

Rockets eyes went wide, he'd been on the nasty end of a few panic attacks and knew what you were going through.

Unlike him though your preferred love language was touch, you'd told him repeatedly about your fidget and stress toys.

He sighed, he'd do this for you, just this once.

"Do...do you want a hug?"

You simply nodded, he crawled into your lap, your arms wrapped tightly around him. It was strangely comforting to have him in your arms.

One arm wrapped around his waist and body and the other rested on his shoulder. The tips of his fur tickled the back of your hand. You slowly moved them, wanting to focus on the soft feeling rather than your anxiety.

"I'm gonna regret saying this but...but you can rub the spot between my ears," He grumbled, slightly uncomfortable but wanting to help you.

Your hand moved from his shoulder, right between his ears. Your fingers rubbed and smoothed out his soft fur, his ears moving to the side to give you more room.

Rocket relaxed against your chest, eyes closed, strangely finding comfort in the scratches.

After a few minutes, you were sure Rocket had dozed off, his breathing got heavy and his head was resting on your arm. Then the faintest purring sound started coming from him.

You bit your lip to stop from laughing. When Groot told you that Rocket could purr, you'd thought he was just messing with you to get under Rockets skin.

You inhaled deeply, the tight feeling let go of your chest, your body temperature cooled down, and your tears dried.

Exhaling you let go of all those horrible feelings you'd felt earlier, finally feeling your body relax.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Y/n? Y/n, wake up!" Your eyes blinked open, seeing your dark room again. It'd been a week since your panic attack and you'd felt a little better but still in the dumps.

"Y/n!" Rocket was knocking on your door, he sounded like he did when he finished a huge project. "You gotta get up, I got something to show you, meet me on the landing pad,"

His footsteps retreated deep into the ship. You sighed, sitting up, throwing your legs over the side of the bed.

This time you changed your shirt and put on a clean pair of sweatpants. Slipping on your shoes you walked out of your room and down the hallway to the landing pad.

The smell hit you before anything, it was sweet and warm. You knew it instantly: Sunlight and a warm breeze.

You jogged to the landing pad, exhaling sharply seeing a grassy field outside the ship. You stepped down the landing pad, feeling the warmth midday sun shining down on the field.

The Milano was perched on the top of a hill in a large open field, filled with wild flowers. The sky was a bright blue with little to no clouds, the sun was high in the sky.

"Y/n?" Quill approached you, awkwardly rubbing his palms down his side. "I want to apologize for what I said the other day," He cleared his throat, taking another step closer. "I was upset and took it out on you, which I shouldn't have done. Rocket told me what happened and I'm sorry that we made you feel like that, we'll- no I'll, it was all me- I'll be better at being a better friend to you. I'm sorry,"

You smiled softly at him, punching his shoulder. "I forgive you, thanks for taking us here, I needed this,"

"It wasn't my idea, it was Rocket's," Quill rubbed his arm, playing it off like it didn't hurt. He smiled again before walking back to the ship.

"Were only gonna talk about it once and then never again, got it?" Rocket appeared at your side, arms crossed, not meeting your eyes.

"Got it, I wouldn't dream of it," You raised your arms in defense, smiling softly at him. You reached down, putting a hand on his shoulder and squeezing it. "Thank you, Rocket,"

"You're welcome,"

Even if he acted like he didn't have feelings and didn't care, you knew he'd always be there for you. You'd never have to be alone again.

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bomberqueen17 · 8 months

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oops

lol yet again i missed doing my friday update schedule. in my defense, a lot's been going on. before I say anything else I should also say-- DMs on Tumblr currently do not work for me, the message thing shows me the preview but if I click on it, I absolutely cannot open the window, it will hang for literal days. I have the square blank in the corner of this tab as I am composing and no longer remember what I was trying to get it to open. So if you send me an IM on Tumblr I will only be able to read whatever of it is in the preview! So don't be offended if I never respond, because I can't write back because the window literally never opens. I got one to open yesterday but it was about 45 minutes and a lot of window reloading. I think it's safe to say that feature's just gotta be dead to me. RIP.

Anyway what's been up! my BFF from high school came thru Thursday night with her kids to stay in my cabin and i was a bit frantic getting the place ready, as it's not exactly listed on AirBnB. (She was like "oh wow this is a lot bigger and nicer than i thought" girl you were going to cram your children and yourself into a tiny half-finished shack with me? what??? jeez) and at the last minute Dude was like "oh i'm coming too" which, fortunately, I had put myself into a full-size bed on the pull-out couch so there was room for him to be there too but if this were any smaller a tiny house that would not have been possible. see, this is why i didn't actually build a tiny tiny house, it wouldn't have worked.

Anyway they left friday and i spent the day making sausage as fast as i could, and then in the afternoon dude helped me package it and then! i had! two full days! off! (ok i'm in the second of those days rn) so

saturday being My Birthday I made a snap decision that we were going to go see some art, so we drove over to the Clark Institute in Williamsburg MA (like a long half-hour away, it's not far) and saw some of my good buddies in the permanent collection.

(Mom used to take us kids there when we were little, and there are a lot of Renoirs and John Singer Sargent and some Frederic Rembrandt and Winslow Homer and whatnot, many of which I have seen so often as to consider old friends. (This Bougereau, Mom had a poster of on her bedroom wall, and I have always loved it. Apparently, my grandpa upon seeing it-- not the letters grandpa, the other one-- exclaimed of the one whose back faces the viewer "Oh Betty, it's you!" Betty being my grandma.)

I discovered quite by accident, while fucking around on my phone, that there was a Pokestop out in the courtyard, and the Pokestop was titled something about Jenny Holtzer, and i was like wait what and sure enough. There's a set of four white granite benches out there with Jenny Holtzer engravings on them.

This one is fucking brutal, as her shit tends to be:

[image description: a white granite bench engraved with the following text, somewhat darkened by pooled rainwater: "BY YOUR REPONSE TO DANGER IT IS EASY TO TELL HOW YOU HAVE LIVED AND WHAT HAS BEEN DONE TO YOU YOU SHOW WHETHER YOU WANT TO STAY ALIVE, WHETHER YOU THINK YOU DESERVE TO, AND WHETHER YOU BELIEVE IT'S ANY GOOD TO ACT."]

There was also a temporary exhibition of paintings and woodcuts/lithographs/prints by Norwegian artist Edvard Munch, yes including a lithograph of That Painting. Fairly stunning! Running thru October, I recommend it if you're in the area!

ok idk what else has been happening. i am so tired. i might play some pokey mans today but i also might just. not. really. do much of anything. which is boring and dumb and won't make me feel better next week when i have to go back and do more work and have achieved none of my personal goals. but sometimes brain no worky, and that's that.

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amnisx · 3 months

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~ missed me? - ❁ - yjw

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♡ pairing: yang jungwon x fem!reader

♡ word count: 3k ?

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♡ synopsis:

Sent to spend the summer time with my grandma, i end up right back to where i came from. A warm feeling of nostalgia washing over me as i found myself traveling back in time to my childhood. Old memories that i buried in the back of my mind resurfacing— everything from to the smell of the wild flowers that surrounded me, to the first boy i had ever let into my heart.

♡ concept: childhood friends to lovers, slow burn, fluff.

♡ warnings: heated argument, swearing, dark humor. (tell me if i missed anything!)

• ✉️ ami’s note: this story is written in first person! this was also heavily inspired by my own real life events so hope it’s good! (part 1/2)

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As a small child my mom had gotten a job where she needed to move a lot. We’d never stay in the same place very long, eventually moving somewhere else after a few years passed. It had never bothered me much until we moved to that one specific town..

I was around six when mom said we were moving again. I’d gotten used to it at this point. And inevitably so, because of our lifestyle, i never had many friends. I mean who would want to after knowing you’d have to abandon them only a year or two later?

Everything changed when we moved to mom’s hometown. I had personally never lived there, nor ever visited, but she always said how it was the sweetest place. I could tell she was fond of it so i had no reason to protest. (i wasn’t allowed to anyways ㅠㅠ).

I remember the night we got there, seeing grandma’s little wooden cottage for the first time was probably when it hit me. It was always like this. Every time we moved somewhere new i wouldn’t believe it until we actually got to the place. Her front porch had a small rocking chair that swayed back and forth by the cool autumn breeze, four wooden pillars that connected into a little fence at the front of the house, a few potted plants on the windowsill and even what seemed to be a fruit tree of sorts in the front yard.

I moved away when i was twelve, and was completely devastated when i did. I got seriously attached to the warm and calm neighborhood since it was the first time i had stayed in the same place for so long. At the time i was so blinded by my own pain of having to leave the people who were close to me, that i didn’t realize i was hurting them as well. I told myself i never wanted to look back at the years i spent here, trying to erase the memories i’d made. Shoving the hurt and old memories in the back of my mind.

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When i finally came back i couldn’t help but shake the feeling of subtle dread as i stepped off the train and onto the old dingy concrete platform. Grandma’s place wasn’t far from the old train station, maybe a 10 to 15 minute walk. When i actually think about it, i’m sure that train station is at least a hundred years old..

All i felt was a lump in my throat as i saw that wooden cottage before me again. The familiar smell of morning dew and wild flowers enveloping my nostrils as i stepped on to the creaking boards of the mini staircase that led to the front door. Grandma was expecting me, of course. But i was surprised when she didn’t answer the door. That’s when i see a small note stuck on to that same old rocking chair, the white paint starting to chip away.

“hello dear, so sorry im not there to greet you but i went out to town to buy some groceries. I’ll be back around 1 pm. The spare key is under the house mat. Love you~“

The corners of my lips crept up, leaving a small smile on my face as i put the note back and squat down to look under the house mat. It used to say “Welcome Home“ but it was so dirty that it wasn’t recognizable anymore. I gently lift it up, my eyes immediately meeting the small key. I picked it up and pushed it in the lock, slowly turning it to avoid the door creaking open like it usually did. As i softly pushed on the painted wood, my eyes scanned every corner of the inside of the house again. The slight fading of the floral wallpaper, the smell of chamomile tea mixed with the hint of rust of the pans from the kitchen and the sofa that was filled with pillows that grandma had made over the years. “Yep, this is home.” I quietly mumbled to myself.

I had two pretty large suitcases with me and it wasn’t very easy to lift them on my own. They were still resting in the front yard, i hadn’t bothered to bring them up on to the front porch yet. When suddenly, a familiar voice calls my name.

(?): “y/n? holy shit.. it is you.”

Confused and kind of nervous, i turned around to see the one and only Jake Sim. He had definitely grown up. He was much taller than me now, his face had matured and his body was.. well.. you could tell he worked out. Amused by my reaction he walks up to me and nudges my shoulder slightly with his the palm of his hand.

(JK): “you okay? You look like you’re in shock.” He softly chuckles, trying to get a reaction out of me.

(y/n): “J-Jake? Hi..! Wow.. it’s been a while, huh? Sorry about that.. I’m just surprised to see you.. You changed..”

(JK): “Heh.. puberty hit me, i guess. It’s been like four years, right? Damn.. time really does fly by.. anyways, you want some help?” He looks and points over at my suitcases, picking both of them up with ease as we both head through to the front door.

(y/n): “heh.. thanks..” I giggle nervously, gently scratching the back of my neck.

(JK): “no problem! Think of it as a welcome gift, hm? By the way, if it isn’t too forward, when’d you get back?” He asks as he gently places the suitcases in the living room beside the staircase that lead upstairs to the bedrooms.

(y/n): “i just came in today. I was gonna unpack a bit before going out, maybe..? I haven’t quite decided yet.. not gonna lie, im kind of nervous about seeing everyone again..” Jake suddenly gulps hearing my words, knowing exactly what i meant about it. His eyes softened and his hand slowly reaching out for my shoulder.

(JK): “y/n.. It’ll be fine. No one held a grudge against you or anything, okay? It’s been years. We’ve all changed and grown up since then.. How long you staying anyway?” His eyebrows furrowed as looked at me kind of intensely, waiting almost impatiently for an answer.

(y/n): “Thanks.. that makes me feel better. I’m only hanging around for the summer time though.”

(JK): “all summer, huh? Did ya miss any of us? I know the guys definitely missed you..” His facial expression looked almost smug now, like he was proud of himself when he muttered out that had everyone missed me.

(y/n): “they did, did they? Can’t say i’m surprised, i knew i’d always leave a mark on you guys~” I returned his cheeky grin and we both end up laughing a bit at the faint sarcasm.

(JK): “well.. i’ll see you around, yeah? I have somewhere to be, i’m glad to see you’re back.” He leaned in and hugged me. It was warm and comfortable.. like when you eat a home cooked meal you haven’t eaten in a long time and it warms your insides up.

(y/n): “yea.. see you around.” I release myself from his embrace and he starts to walk backwards bearing a small smile, waving me goodbye, before turning around and walking out of sight.

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Reuniting with Jake was only one the first of many nerve wrecking incidents that were sure to happen. A few hours pass, and i’d made myself comfortable in the upstairs guest bedroom, which was once mom’s and my old room. I analyze the room, my eyes following the small traces of boot scuffs on the hardwood floor and the faint scratch marks on the wall above the wooden flower headboard of the bed. (As you can tell, grandma kind of likes nature..) I couldn’t help but smirk at myself, remembering how i used to spend most of my free time in here. My old posters had thankfully been replaced with antique paintings and embroidery but surprisingly, grandma had kept all my old drawings and my ugly ass arts and crafts, storing all of it in the back of some dark wood cabinet.

I heard at the front door croak open, the sound of it was pretty loud, somehow it never occurred to anyone to oil it once in a while. I rush downstairs to meet my grandma. Still as short and sweet as ever. The last time she’d seen me was when we moved away, so i changed a lot in her eyes.

(GM): “omooo! my grand daughter is so grown up now. You’ve gotten sooo pretty, dear! Aish.. Does your mom even feed you? You’re getting too skinny.. Let me make you lunch, okay?” She gave me a quick peck on the cheek and headed straight for the kitchen.

All i could do was nod and let her do her thing. Grandma always showed her love for me through food, it’s probably a universal thing i guess. I quietly got installed at the dining table, looking at it, nothing had changed. It still had the same round light pink lace table spread, the same thin white paper doilies under the pearly porcelain plates and rusted silverware, and the same dried roses and chrysanthemums in a glass vase in the middle of the table.

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The next two weeks passed in a drunken haze. I didn’t really leave the house much, mostly staying home to catch up with grandma and help around with the backyard and some household chores. She told me to go out and meet up with my old friends, but i just couldn’t bring myself to do it quite yet. A part of me wanted to leave this weird, awkward, and uncomfortable prison i had built for myself that caged me to the house, but my thinking was quickly disturbed when a loud knock came at the door.

There were two long windows on each side of it. I push one of the white cotton curtains back just a bit to try and peer out to see who was on the other side of the door. Suddenly, my heart dropped.

It was Jake, but he’d brought someone else with him. It was the one person i was trying to avoid the most… Yang Jungwon. I’m pretty sure i wanted to actually unalive myself in that very moment when he saw me looking through the window. His eyes met mine only for a second but i felt my heart skip a beat. I move away from the window and shake myself back into reality before slowly opening the door. But an awkward silence filled the air as soon as i did.

(JK): “hey y/n… um.. we weren’t seeing you around for a while so we got kind of worried..” He mumbled, trying to break the weird silence.

(y/n): “oh.. that’s sweet. I was thinking of going out today, actually.” I could feel Jungwon’s eyes on me but he was staying dead silent. My cheeks and ears heating up, shying away from eye contact with either one of the two.

(JK): “you could go out with us now, if you want? Jungwon and i were gonna meet up with Jay and Ni-ki in a few. It’d be nice if you said hi to them.” i looked up at Jake, avoiding the boy next to him like the plague.

(y/n): “oh.. sure..! Let me get my bag.” i went upstairs to get my handbag and put my shoes on, saying goodbye to my granny before getting back to them and closing the door behind me.

In a sort of awkward but amusing way, Jungwon slid his body next to mine, tilting his head as he slowly opened his mouth to say something.

(JW): “um.. so.. y/n, how’ve you been?” he said in a slightly shaky and nervous voice, trying to meet my gaze as we started walking.

(y/n): “i’ve been.. fine, i guess. You?” I told myself there was no point in trying to run away again. I wouldn’t make the same mistake i made four years ago.

(JW): “i’ve been okay. I missed you, you know.” his mood seemed to brighten up, a small hint of excitement in his voice as he sees my cold expression melt away.

(y/n): “i missed you too.”

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I remember when i first met Jungwon. It was my first year of primary school and our moms had somehow gotten very close. He was a pretty outgoing kid, had cutely crooked teeth in the front, a funny bowl cut and was probably only an inch or two taller than me. Maybe it was our mom’s close relationship or the fact that we went to the same school, but for whatever reason, we became inseparable. I felt safe, comfortable and happy whenever i was around him. His smile and laugh was one of the most contagious things in the world. But as we grew up, maybe i started to smile at him a little too hard..

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Our walk comes to end as we see Jay and Ni-ki wait at one of those old summer picnic benches. They stand up and greet me with a warm smile, patting my back and going in for a small hug. We all sit back down and start to catch up, chatting about what i’d done since i moved away and stuff like that.

This bench was special to all of us in some unique way, a bunch of things having taken place there. We’d always stay out here as kids. It was probably one of my favorite spots in the whole town, seeing the tall grass surround it and the few patches of moss that was growing at the base of the table just made me smile. I found a sense of comfort here, maybe it was that certain tall willow tree that shaded the bench perfectly from the harsh sun, or maybe it was just being with old friends, either way, i felt at peace.

Despite everything that had went down the day i left, it all seemed as if nothing had changed. Of course, we had all grown up, physically and mentally but i was soothed by the fact that i could just be myself and not be so uptight around them even when it had been years since we all hung out like this. With one expection, and that exception in the form of Yang Jungwon that was probably the reason i had a lingering feeling of guilt as i sat at that wooden table..

I came to learn that Sunoo had moved across the country, and Sunghoon was on the road for multiple ice skating competitions. My heart sort of sank hearing the news, knowing i could’ve visited sooner. I missed my chance to see my friends in person and it hurt me more than it probably should’ve. I asked where Heeseung was and Jay replied that he was probably studying or at basketball training. Apparently he had a pretty tight schedule now.

(y/n): “i’m here all summer.. i’m sure i’ll get to see him soon, right?” i look around the table, trying to read the expressions of the boys around me.

(J): “yea of course! Heeseung would never pass up seeing you, y/n.”

(y/n): “really? you think so Jay? Last time we talked it didn’t end really well.. It didn’t end well with any of you..”

(JW): “we dont blame you y/n. It all affected us when you moved away..” I turned to look at Jungwon, his head was down and he was watching himself fiddle with his hands.

(y/n): “guys.. i really am sorry. For what happened.. i don’t know why i left things like that. It was just.. too hard to say goodbye so i thought it best to not say goodbye at all..”

(N-K): “that’s bullshit, y/n. You know that. You didn’t say goodbye because of Jungwon.” he scoffed. Ni-ki was obviously a little on edge.

(JW): “seriously Ni-ki? It’s my fucking fault? Let it go, won’t you? Anything between y/n and me has nothing to do with you.” The table was getting tense, the rest of us felt the anger start to radiate off the two.

(N-K): “Even now you’re acting like a selfish asshole, of course it has something to do with me, all of us. When she was leaving all you thought about was how it would affect you, and no one else. You think me, Heeseung, Jay, Jake, Sunghoon or Sunoo would’ve acted the way you did? Your head is so far up your own ass you can’t even realize that-” He slammed the palms of his hands against the table, slightly raising his voice causing everyone to shake a bit from the sudden shout.

(J): “Ni-ki that’s enough. calm down.. we all agreed to not talk about that anymore.”

(JK): “yea cmon.. y/n is right there..“ Jake mumbled in a nervous tone.

Ni-ki huffed and stood up from the table, ruffling the back of his hair in a frustrated manner before walking away a bit to calm down. All i could do was stay quiet. I think i was just scared to speak, or maybe i was scared of them. The atmosphere was now dense and serious and the lighthearted laughter that once filled the air had completely disappeared.

(JW): “yea just fucking walk away again..” He mumbled in an angry tone under his breath.

(y/n): “Jungwon, don’t. It’s not anyone’s fault, okay? don’t act like you’re twelve again.”

(JK): “goddamn it..” He stands up from the table as well, following Ni-ki to try and bring him back to the others.

We watched from afar seeing Ni-ki slap Jake’s hand away from his shoulder and angrily storming off into the darkness of the cool summer night. The sudden cold wind hitting my shoulders meant it was time to get home. Everyone apologized for Ni-ki’s behavior, saying that maybe seeing me was a little much for him right now, i nod my head, understanding that he might feel a bit frustrated or overwhelmed but i’m pretty sure everyone was. Jay and Jake retreat to their own houses after telling us goodnight, also eventually disappearing in to the dimly lit side walk. It felt kind of weird being with Jungwon alone, we just.. looked at each other.. in this uncomfortable and awkward way. Until one of us finally spoke up.

(JW): “y/n, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have lashed out.. like that, back then, i mean. And even now..”

(y/n): “I want you to know i’m not mad at you, Jungwon. Back then, I just felt so.. helpless. All of a sudden, i was stripped away from all my friends and everything i held so fucking close to my heart. And.. I acted like a dumbass trying to handle it..” I could feel tears swell up in my eyes. My lip started to quiver as i finished my last sentence.

(JW): “Is that why..?” I cut him off with a direct but shaky “No.” knowing what was at the end of his sentence.

Everything went silent for a while.. only the gentle melody of the breeze flowing through the willow tree branches and the crickets singing in the distance filling my ears. I wasn’t able to bring myself to look at him, especially in the eye.

In such a quick motion, he pulled me close. His arms wrapped around my waist and his face nuzzled in the nape of my neck. I could feel his nose pressed against my collar and his warm breath on my skin.

(y/n): “what are you?-“ I felt small droplets of water pooling in the crevice of my collarbone, hearing his small sniffles, my heart practically broke.

(JW): “You know how much i care about you, y/n.. maybe even a little too much..” I finally hug him back, letting my hands run up his back and then through his soft hair.

(y/n): “shh.. i know.”

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(this like my first post ever and also the first time i’m trying out writing !? so please keep that in mind when you read this 🙌 I will be continuing this story !! again, hope you liked it 💗)

#enhypen ff #enhypen imagines #enhypen #enhypen jungwon #enhypen jake #enhypen jay #enhypen heeseung #enhypen sunoo #enhypen sunghoon #enhypen niki #enhypen fluff #enha #enha x reader #enha scenarios

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seyoonlgc · 4 months

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"Eh?!" Perhaps he exclaimed a little too loudly, but Seyoon was surprised. Why would anyone want to know his thoughts on relationships? What did the company know? Perhaps someone saw him somewhere? Mentioned something they shouldn't?

Or perhaps this was simply innocent curiosity from a coach who had always been friendly. "No, no, I am totally cool with answering some questions." Seyoon smiled cheerfully, putting a lid over his paranoia for now. "I got time, let go for it!" He sat cross-legged, stretching his arms over his head, carefully feigning ease for the show he was about to put on.

how do you choose who you spend time with?

"I am pretty easygoing," he replied. "If someone wants my time, I would give it to them."

Well, he'd hang out with them once to test if they get along. After that, whether or not he'd see them again depended on how much fun he had during their first meeting, how good-looking they were, and who else they were competing with that day/night.

How could he possibly have enough time? What about his social battery?

Oh, don't worry, Seyoon had enough time to spare - he wasn't nicknamed the Stamina King of the North for nothing. He was perfectly fine running on three hours of sleep and could comfortably party until 3 every night for whole weeks straight. When he first came to Korea and felt lost after...finding out the truth about his birth, he spent some months doing nothing but partying. Man, that was a time. As for social battery...guess his just drained very slowly.

if you were in desperate need, who would you turn to?

Nobody.

God?

Ha, guess nobody's correct then.

That would not be a great answer for dear coach, though, would it?

"My family, I guess!" Lie. He would rather die than burden his loved ones. "My friends too, they are all pretty good to me." Lie. They were good to him, but trust was hard to give. Of course, Seyoon had some people he'd lean on more than the others. He trusted a few in his circle to take care of his physical needs, like hunger, exhaustion, or whatever.

Seyoon supposed the truth for anything beyond that would be nobody and he'd either have to get himself out of the pickle or whoever happened to find him in a state of desperation could decide whether or not to lend a hand.

what's your idea of romance?

Oh hell if he should know.

Seyoon squirmed uncomfortably as his brain struggled to piece together a Legacily correct answer. "Um...romance is like, when there's...I guess, love?" He felt like an elementary school kid caught unable to spell the word bee. "Uhhh and love is...um....when somebody is...devoted to me? Thinks of me, takes care of me, and would...die for me?"

He realized he said 'me' quite a few times in that sentence.

"And I mean, I would do the same for them!" Lie.

The truth was, if someone would ever unfortunately fall in love with Seyoon, they'd have to give him everything. And in exchange, he might be able to give that person something. It won't be a lot, but it would be more than what he gave everyone else...and it would be more than what he thought he was ever capable of giving.

who is the most important person in your life?

"My grandmother." It was an honest answer. Normal people would answer their parents, wouldn't they? Or their siblings? While it was true that Seyoon loved his mother and father, stepmom and baby brothers, grandma was on a different tier. She made him toast and knitted him sweaters. Taught him how to grow vegetables and make homemade jams. She read him fairy tales and listened to his boring school stories. They watched nature videos together and she was the one who said go for it when he lacked the courage to ask a girl to the middle school dance. Every day was a good day with his grandmother! She had never disappointed him, never hurt him like everybody else that mattered, and was the most important person ever!

have you ever lost anyone important to you?

"Lost...someone?" Seyoon's smile became stiff. Once fucking again he was reminded of a kid who had died too young. Except this time, instead of a splatter of blood or a pale-faced ghost, he saw a piece of memory featuring two idiots splashing around in a pool. They were laughing, yelling, and having a jolly good time. The kid who died said I wish we could stay like this forever and he, while trying to crack open a can of soda, mumbled uh-huh, yeah.

"Have I..." His chest tightened, but he pretended to not feel it.

Why wouldn't we stay together? You are my best fri-

"Lost..."

On his seventeenth birthday, the wind was howling extra loud. Seyoon cranked up the music to drown out its cries. It was supposed to be such a wonderful night.

"No," Seyoon said in the end. "I haven't lost anybody. Nobody of importance, anyway." Truth? Lie? He pretended he couldn't tell.

#I forced seyoon to talk about love HAHAHA #thanks for the opportunity #lgc:cupdate004

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gilanslove · 4 months

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Hi love! I loved what you did with the request about Wilyss their first kid! Could I put in two other requests? 1. When Alyss is pregnant with their second child, a new tradition enrolls: every time the Treaty's have a baby on the way, the kid(s) spend the night at Grandpa Halt and Grandma Pauline's place. Grandpa Halt! and akward kiddo questions pop up. Bonus: Pauline pestering her husband with the fact that he absolutely loves to be a grandfather. 2. While on the battlefield, Will gets mortally wounded while saving Madelyn. As he lays heavily wounded in the infirmary tent, Maddie is hysterical and out of her mind, but Halt hears Will whisper a name. "Alyss"... Will he live or not? Will Alyss welcome him in the afterlife or kick his ass back to the living? Surprise me ;)

Here is the second request! I'm gonna be honest, I rewrote this fic 4 times before finding a version that worked. It's not my favorite thing I wrote, but hopefully, you like it!

Fragile Bonds:

Word count: 2.3K

Cassandra sighed, rubbing a hand over her eyes. She had spent hours bent over the recreation map, ordering troop movement, attacks and counter attack, reading the casualty reports that came in every few minutes. Her advisors did their best to take the stress off their Queens shoulders but the one thing that would relieve her stress was one thing no one could give her. She felt eyes on her and knew without looking up who had entered the tent.

“ Gentlemen and Ladies, “ Cassandra instructed, “ Please give me a moment with Ranger Halt.” A murmur rippled through the advisors gathered in Cassandra’s command tent, none having seen Halt enter. They all bowed to their Queen, vacating the tent with limited comment. Alone with the retired ranger, Cassandra dropped into the nearest chair.

“ Evelyn?” Halt questioned, using the name he had met her under, all those years ago in a country across the sea. She raised her eyes to his dark ones, anguish visible.

“ I’m here, trying to make the best decision for my people, in the middle of battle and I don’t know where my husband and daughter are, if they’ve been injured or killed. I can barely bring myself to read the casualty reports for fear I’ll find their names, but every other man who gives his life for me deserves the recognition. Who am I to place my husband and daughter above any other man who has paid for his loyalty with his life?” Halt smiled softly, understanding his Queen’s anguish. It was only after he had been told no vehemently by his five closest friends that Halt had agreed to stay off the battlefield. Cassandras had almost ordered him to stay close to her. Halt understood the fear of knowing that your family was facing danger and having to stay in safety and the feelings of guilt that brings up.

“ I know how you feel. But I also know your child and husband. Horace has faced countless battles, and seen more war than even I have. He has possibly the most battle experience of anyone I’ve met, and he is fiercely protective of Madelyn. Maddie is an accomplished ranger, able to handle her own and she’s with Will. He would give his own life before allowing anything to happen to Maddie. They're both as safe as they possibly could be on a battlefield. “ Halt reassured Cassandra. She smiled softly, accepting the reassurance. Silence lapsed over the tent, Cassandra poring over the last report from the battle, Halt watching her, coffee in hand( Cassandra didn't even know where it had come from; he didn’t have it when he entered the tent) Halt watched his Queen carefully, seeing both the girl he met in Skandia, the women he saw on her wedding day and the queen ruling her country both firm and just. The queen he would have followed into battle if his age and body allowed him. Cassandra glanced up, feeling Halt’s eyes on her once again.

“ Penny for your thoughts?” She questioned, pushing a blonde- though graying- strand of hair behind her ear. Halt shook his head, sending one of uncommon smiles Cassandra’s way. He opened his mouth to respond to his queen, when the tent flap was lifted, and a young man, son to one of the soldiers supplied by the closest fief, burst in. He was panting, clearly having run for a while. Cassandra was on her feet in a flash, composing her face into the mask that her people, no matter their status, expected of her. Halt crossed to stand behind her, at her elbow.

“ What is it, boy? “ Cassandra asked, trepidation woven into her voice. The young man bowed quickly, before speaking.

“ My apologies, Your Majesty. But you need to see this. Princess- sorry, Ranger Maddie just returned, nearly running her poor horse into the ground to do so. “ Halt smiled inwardly, knowing that Maddie would never do anything to risk injury to Bumper.

“ Show me” Cassandra commanded, following the man out of the command tent, Halt by Cassandra’s side. The trio hurried through the confusion of a camp at war, soldiers yelling and rushing through the camp. Ducking under a rope holding up a tent, Halt and Cassandra turned the corner and stopped dead in their tracks, taking in the scene in front of them. Bumper stood, sides heaving, head dropped low to the ground. Maddie was kneeling on the ground beside Bumper, beside a man dressed in ranger garb, laying pale and still, arrow embedded in his shoulder.

“Will!” Halt rushed forward, dropping to his knees beside his former apprentice. Maddie lifted her head, eyes red rimmed, to face Halt. Halt was aware of Cassandra backing everyone away from Will, calling for the healers.

“ I couldn’t stop it.” Maddie whispered, guilt etched deep into her face. Halt took in the lack of colour in Will’s face, and the linens wrapped and twisted around the arrow, to keep it stabalized during the frantic ride back to camp. Halt reached out gently and brushed the hair out of Will’s face, before standing and gently pulling Maddie to her feet and steering her towards her mother, keeping her out of the way of the healers.

“ Maddie” Halt started, trying to make his voice gentle for the apprentice ranger. “ You did nothing wrong. You bound his wound, and you got him here safely. You did nothing wrong.” Maddie nodded mutely, watching the healers lift Will, carrying him to their tent. Cassandra crossed to her daughter, tucking the blond hair that escaped Maddie’s tight braid.

“Come with me” Cassandra urged, draping a arm around the younger women’s shoulder. Maddie nodded, unable to hide the tears that streamed down her face. Halt watched the two of them walk back to Casssandra’s tent, Cassandra pulling her daughter close to her. Halt knew Maddie was in the best hands possible and that he needed to be with Will. Spinning on his heel, he rushed after the healers.

Hqalt ducked as he entered the tent, low to the ground. He wrinkled his nose as the stench of blood and death reached him. He saw Will, on a cot toward the back of the tent, four healers working to get the arrow out of his shoulder. Two held him down, while one stabalized the end while the final healer prepared to snap the arrow. Halt hurried to the head of the cot.

“ Allow me” He said to the healer holding Will down. The young man nodded, stepping back to let Halt step into his place.

“Ready?” the healer holding the arrow shaft asked, glancing at his companions. Halt nodded, placing his hands on Will’s shoulder, knowing how much pain his former apprentice would be in once they started moving the arrow. With a grunt, the man snapped the arrow in half, Will screamed and then it was a mess of blood, of screams, of sweat and swears. Will thrashed against Halt’s steady hands, pain breaking through the cover of unconsciousness. Every movement caused Will to fight against the hands that steadied him, unaware of the comfort they attempted to bring him. At long last, the arrow was pulled free, and Will collapsed against the cot. He murmured something, brow furrowed. Halt knelt next to the cot, bending over to hear better.

“ What was that, Will?” He asked softly. Will tossed his head again, muttering it again. And this time Halt heard it and it broke his heart.

“ Alyss”

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“ Hello love” Will opened his eyes, glancing around his surroundings.

Halt’s cabin surrounded him, smelling like it always did. Of fire and coffee and home. The fire was crackling, burning cheerifully away in the hearth, like Will had just stepped outside to do chores. The table looked the same as always, papers piled high that Will never found time to deal with. And there, sitting at the table, two cups of coffee in front of her, was his wife. Will felt his heart constrict.

“Alyss?” He whispered, eyes riveted on her, terrified she’d disappear just like every other time he’s dreamt of her. She smiled at him, brilliant and there and Will rushed to her gathering her into his arms. At length, Alyss backed out of Will’s embrace, leading him ny the hand to the table.

“ I don’t understand” Will said, looking at Alyss. “ Your dead. You died. You died, Alyss, and you left me alone. How can you be here, and why is it Halt’s cabin, when I know I was on the battlefield a few minutes ago?” Alyss looked at him, unreadable expression in her eyes.

“ I know, Will. I know, I’m sorry I left you alone. Believe me, that was never my intention. But I wouldn’t change my decision if I could. “

“ I know. You always were very sure of yourself. “ Will whispered. Alyss smiled fondly at her husband, resting her chin in her hand. She gestured to the cabin surrounding them.

“ It’s funny, “ She mused, “ How you still refer to this place as Halt’s cabin when it’s been yours since Halt got married.” Will chuckled softly, warming to the conversation, both hands wrapped around Alyss’.

“ Old habits die hard.” Will grinned, a hint of the boyish charm that drew Alyss to him all those years ago visible. His smile faded as he glanced around them.

“ Lyss? “ He questioned. His wife hummed softly, meeting his gaze.

“ Did I die? “

“ Not yet. “ Alyss’ face was somber. “ You're just.. In between right now. “

“ Will I die?” Will questioned, thoughts torn between the family he’d leave behind. And the woman sitting in front of him.

“ No.” Alyss smiled at him then. “ Not if I have anything to say about it.”

“ Do you?” Will questioned, cocking his head to one side.

“ I’m your wife- of course I have a say.” She retorted. Will had to smile at that.

“Then, Alyss, why am I here? If I’m not dead and won’t die, and you are dead, why am I here?” Alyss sighed then, squeezing Will’s hands.

“ Because I wanted to see you.” She said simply. “ We didn’t get enough time together, and our time we did have was cut short. I miss you. I miss feeling your heartbeat under my cheek, knowing you were beside me and nothing could possibly hurt me while you were around. I miss the jokes you always told me when I had a stressful day, anything you thought would make me laugh again. I miss your arms around me as we danced around the kitchen, even with no music and you stepping on my feet every two minutes. I miss weh nI came home and your face lit up. I miss our life together. “ Will stood, tears in his eyes, drawing Alyss to the bed they had shared. He tugged her gently to his chest, resting his head on top of hers, legs slotting together.

“ Let me stay.” He murmured into Alyss’ hair. The graceful courier sighed, hand coming up to rest on Will’s cheek.

“ No love. You have so much left to do, and there’s still people who need you. “

“ I need you” Will argued. Alyss giggled, a familiar sound.

“ And I’ll always be beside you. Every sunrise that makes you catch your breath, every time Maddie makes you smile, every bird who seems to sing a song just for you, they're all me. You will never ever be alone again, Will Treaty. And when your time finally comes, I’ll be right here, waiting for you. For the moment we no longer have to steal moments, we can have each other for eternity. “ Will sighed, tightening his arms around his wife. “ When I wake up, you’ll be gone, won’t you?” He questioned softly. Alyss nodded into his chest, brushing her lips against a new scar on his shoulder.

“ You won’t see me anymore, no. But I’ll never be truly gone. I love you. I’ll always be a part of you. “

“ I love you.” Will whispered the words that he’d swallowed time and time again, now spoken freely. Alyss gazed at her husband, adoration in her eyes.

“ I know.” She kissed him, gentle and pure, before drawing his head down to her chest. Alyss started humming, softly, and Will felt his eyes slip closed, the song echoing in his head.

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“ Will?” Halt questioned softly. He’d sat by Will’s cot for hours, refusing to leave the man who meant so much to him. Will had been unconscious since the arrow was removed, save for the one time he muttered Alyss’ name. Maddie had been taken back to Cassandra’s tent, needing her mothers comfort. Silence had hovered over the rangers, held at bay only by the sounds of everyone else in the medical tent. Halt thought he had seen a flicker cross Will’s face, and leaned forward. “ Will?” He questioned again. The younger ranger sighed, brow furrowing before relaxing, allowing his eyes to open slowly.

“ Halt? “ Will murmured, rubbing at his eyes with his uninjured hand.

“ Will, thank the gods.” Halt exclaimed, hands flying to reach out to the younger man. Will smiled at Halt.

“ I’m okay, Halt, " he said, pushing himself up using his good arm. Will’s smile disappeared and he looked pensive.

“ I saw her Halt.” Halt glanced at him. He knew immediately who the she he spoke of was.

“ What did she say? “ He questioned softly. Will smiled softly.

“ It’s not my time. She said I still had things to do and people needed me. “ Halt nodded.

“ She’s right. If we’re going to win this damn war, we need your mind.” Will chuckled, agreeing with Halt’s assessment. He would never argue when Halt was complimenting him, especially after the day he had. Outside, over the din of the battle, the birds were singing the song that was playing in Will’s head. ‘Don't worry, love’ He thought. “I can wait until I see you again. “

#rangers apprentice #will treaty #halt o'carrick #madelyn altman #alyss mainwaring #not beta read

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