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Nobody Has To Know | Chapter One

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pairings: modern!brother’s best friend!Eddie x fem!Reader

summary: a drunken night, a secret kiss. your boyfriend making out with your childhood best friend.

author’s note: surprise, chapter one is here! 🎉queue video of Paul Rudd’s Hot Ones interview (who would’ve thought? not me!)

this was such a welcome distraction from the chaos that currently is my life. I enjoyed writing this so much and just love the idea of sneaking around with Eddie (I mean, who doesn’t?) . I hope you like this first chapter - comments & reblogs are always so appreciated 🖤

w/c: 5.8k

warnings: cheating (technically not reader or Eddie), mentions of underage drinking and drug usage, a brief description of a semi-boner, mention of unwanted groping, lots of angst and hurt in this chapter

As always:

The Cunningham home was packed with bodies, familiar faces, and those you didn’t know. You stood near the front door fiddling with the zipper on your purse as you scanned the room searching for a familiar face.

Party lights bounced off a disco ball that hung haphazardly from a chandelier sending a kaleidoscope of blues and purples dancing across the foyer.

The loud music hummed in the walls, vibrating when the bass dropped. You bobbed your head to it mindlessly, without rhythm, feeling uncomfortable in the swarm of bodies around you. The foyer was crowded with partygoers, some locked in an embrace and others pushing their way up the stairs to the rooms that lined the hallway for some privacy.

Your teeth dug into your lower lip, eyebrows marrying in the middle as you searched above the sea of bodies. You were supposed to meet your best friend, Rachel, outside nearly an hour ago but your shift at Hawk Theater had dragged on and now you didn’t know where to find her or your boyfriend for that matter.

That’s when you spotted them.

It felt like ice had filled your veins as you watched the way the familiar form of your boyfriend’s lips pushed against your best friend’s. Their mouths a frenzied dance, their eyes squished close. Her hands in his hair, his palms tracing down her exposed skin. You couldn’t move, disbelief keeping you anchored in place and watching the two of them as the rest of the world fell silent. Loud music muffled and voices drowned out by the hammering of your heart against your ribcage.

A shoulder bumped yours causing your purse to fall as a partygoer rushed through the door to where their friends were gathered.

“Fuck,” You blinked rapidly and bent down to grab the black leather, eyes darting around at people’s shoes as you tried to regain your surroundings.

When you stood, you watched as Simon whispered in Rachel’s ear. She let out a small laugh in response to whatever he said before nodding. You began to push your way through the crowd but bodies pushed back and you watched as Simon led Rachel up the stairs through a throng of people. Her hand clasped in his, megawatt smile on display and you wondered if this was the first time he had led her to a secluded room. Wondered how many stolen glances or hints you had missed.

You stopped pushing your way through and ignored the shouting in your head telling you to move, move, move.

What would you do?

What would you say?

Did it matter?

Shoulders pushed into yours as you stood still wishing the earth would swallow you whole.

You held in the tears threatening to spill, allowing the hurt to settle into your stomach and create a dull ache.

People shoved past you and you let your body be moved by the crowd as your eyes danced around the house.

For the first time, you noticed the smiling faces and chiseled jaws you’d ignored the past four years.

Squaring your shoulders, you pushed back against the bodies creating a path to the kitchen. Empty bottles and cans littered the counters. White granite stickied with beer and liquor.

You grabbed a plastic cup and waited for your turn at the keg. Jason Carver manned the pump and eyed you as you approached, handing him your empty plastic cup.

“Well, if it isn’t Rick’s little sister,” he started, a fake smile plastered wide on his face. You gave him a sarcastic grin and grabbed for your beer as he topped it off. None too keen on being called, let alone known as, Reefer Rick’s little sister.

Jason pulled away, holding your beer just out of reach.

“Your brother was supposed to have someone here supplying the party favors, what gives?”

You couldn’t help the way your eyes rolled. Hawkins’ Golden Boy was always itching for his next fix.

“I’m sure one of his little lackeys is crawling around here somewhere.” You held your arms up gesturing around you before reaching back up for your drink. He held it away from you again and your shoulders sagged, annoyance building.

“Come on, Carver. Give the lady her drink,” Another boy grabbed the cup, handing it to you with a soft smile.

He was cute in an obvious way, skin glowing with a fading summer tan that highlighted the blue of his eyes.

“Thanks,” you responded with a small grin, your hand grazing his as you grabbed for your drink.

“Any time.” His eyes held yours, his hand still outstretched and warm beneath your touch.

A perfect distraction.

Eddie sank into the worn-down couch cushions with a heavy sigh, his legs spread wide so no one would sit too close. Not that they would dare to anyway.

He sat with a view of the foyer and kitchen, both areas crowded with people in various stages of inebriation.

Unfamiliar faces were cast in a rainbow of colors by the party lights illuminating various parts of the house. His eyes darted from one room to another.

Empty bottles of hard liquor were toppled against the kitchen counter, plastic cups littered the room near the two kegs that sat in the middle of the tiled floor sticky with spilled beer and marred by dirty footprints.

It was a familiar scene, one that played out the same way nearly every weekend since Eddie could remember.

But now his nerves were withering away, disappearing into nothingness as the minutes ticked by. Bored out of his mind.

Another generic pop song blasted through the speakers, another once jock tried to negotiate the price of Eddie’s already cheap supply.

His jaw was set and if he didn’t need the money so fucking bad he wouldn’t be here. At another house party for has-beens and once popular teens inching towards full-blown adulthood. No longer barely legal, a year closer to buying beer without sneaking it past an unsuspecting convenience store clerk.

He chugged his beer, streams of amber liquid pouring out on either side of his mouth as he drank harshly. Sloppily. Until the lukewarm liquid was gone and he was staring down into an empty plastic cup. Eddie threw his head against the cushions debating whether another cup of cheap beer was worth giving up his spot on the couch.

And then you caught his eye. Your back pressed to a guy he’d never seen you with.

His brow quirked up curiously as he watched you. The way the hem of your dress inched up with the movement of your hips, the way your eyes were closed as you swayed to the rhythm of the music and took a swig of whatever filled your plastic cup.

Didn’t you have a boyfriend?

He was surprised to see you here. Somewhere seemingly not your scene surrounded by people he knew you didn’t like.

In truth, Eddie knew very little about you these days. Your interactions had been limited since the two of you worked side by side at the theater. A job he was fired from when the manager caught him making deals on the clock and company property. Since then he only caught glimpses of you when he came by your house to see your brother. A passing hello or a quick goodbye. Never anything like those days spent conversing by the cinema dumpsters while being scorched by the summer sun.

You turned around and whispered something in the guy’s ear and pointed to your cup before weaving through the crowd.

Your back was to Eddie, hands reaching towards bottle after bottle, shaking them to check their contents. All coming up empty.

He chuckled when you spotted the giant cooler filled with Chrissy’s concoction of jungle juice; a mix of pineapple malibu, cherry moonshine, and fruit punch.

Eddie pushed himself off his spot on the couch and moved through the crowd towards you. Approaching just as you filled the cup to the brim and brought it towards your waiting lips. He pulled the red plastic from your hands and gave you a chastising grin.

“Don’t think so, little Lipton,” he took a swig and raised his eyebrows as the sweetness hit his tongue.

You gave him an annoyed glare and reached for your drink just as he pulled it out of your nearing grasp with an amused grin.

“I’m sorry, Munson, since when did you become an advocate against public displays of intoxication?” You reached up and snatched your cup back from his hand, looking at him with a questioning arch of your eyebrow.

He noticed the way your words were somewhat slurred, your cheeks a shade darker from the alcohol you’d already consumed.

“See you got a new boyfriend,” Eddie stated jutting his chin in the direction of your dance partner and ignoring the insinuation of your words. He folded his arms across his chest and stared at you with an amused gleam in his eye as he waited for your explanation.

“That guy?” You turned to the cute brunette who was waiting for you to return before looking back at Eddie.

“I just met him like two seconds ago,” you hiccuped and let out a small laugh as Eddie looked back to the brunette who was eyeing him wearily.

“What happened to Simon?”

“He’s probably still upstairs fucking Rachel,” you waved him off and shrugged before taking another sip of your drink.

“What?” Eddie couldn’t have heard you right. Simon had been your boyfriend since the summer you turned sixteen, having met him while working at Hawk Theater alongside Eddie.

“Look, Munson, is there a point to this line of questioning?”

Your buzzed mind was starting to become less cloudy, the feelings you’d been pushing down threatening to come to the surface, and all you wanted to be was distracted.

“Your brother wouldn’t be too happy if I let you get drunk at some house party,” he sighed, changing the subject.

“Well isn’t it a good thing that he isn’t here and you can just pretend you didn’t see me?” You smiled over your cup before chugging some of the drink.

The sugary sweetness of the fruit punch nearly overpowered the taste of the strong liquor mixed with it but still, it burned as it went down. Eddie shook his head, his tongue jutting into his cheek to fight the wide grin that threatened to spread at your words.

“I wouldn’t chug that if I were you,” he warned and you rolled your eyes, removing the plastic from your lips with a scowl pointed in his direction.

“Since when are you such a party pooper?” You poked at his chest with your free hand.

“Plus I’ve already had a beer or two.” You held up one too many fingers to him as you pressed the cup to your lips and swallowed harshly.

“Come on, (Y/N), this isn’t like you,” he frowned at you.

“How would you know, Eddie?” You said his name like it was a curse word as you looked at him through hooded eyes.

He opened his mouth to respond when a passerby pushed against him to get through the crowd causing his frame to lurch into yours. A small splash of your drink soaked through your sweater and you pushed back against his torso instinctively, his chest hard against the palm of your hand.

“Shit, sorry,” his warm breath fanned your face. A hint of spearmint mixed with the scent of cigarettes caught your nose as you inhaled sharply, caught off guard by the sudden contact of his hand against your hip steadying himself from the sway of the crowd.

You gazed up at him, your hand still on his chest, into his wide brown eyes. His cheeks were colored pink as his hand darted away from you.

“Sorry,” he whispered again and you gave him a sardonic smile, enjoying the way he squirmed by being this close to you. Too close.

“Maybe we should get you home to change,” he pointed to your stained sweater and you shrugged as you placed your drink on the counter.

“Trying to get me alone, Munson?” You teased and maybe it was the alcohol or maybe it was the way you wished his nervous energy was because you affected him the same way he had always affected you.

You pulled at the hem of the green pullover revealing the tight black lace dress you wore underneath. Eddie’s gaze dropped instinctively, eyeing how the material hugged your curves. You grabbed his wrist and dropped the sweater into his open palm.

“Hold onto that for me,” you picked your cup back up from the counter.

“And don’t worry, Rick doesn’t have to know,” you gave him a small wink before turning away from him and pushing back through the crowd.

Eddie stared at you, his mouth agape as you disappeared back into the sea of people and picked up where you left off with your dance partner. Your arms wrapped around his shoulders, fingers curling into the hair at the nape of his neck. The guy whose name you didn’t even know.

Eddie glanced back down at your sweater in his outstretched hand and shook his head unsure of exactly what had gotten into you.

He grabbed another cup of beer and leaned against a wooden beam near the living room, his eyes always finding you when he looked around the room. Eddie made a few deals and sold most of his supply, a few hundred dollars closer to his goal of finally leaving Hawkins behind.

Eddie looked up and watched as stranger boy’s hands drifted down your hips and dug into your thighs. You pushed his hands back up to your waist, your head swaying to the music as the two of you continued to dance.

But stranger boy’s hands crept down your hip once again, inching lower and lower until they glided past the hem of your dress. You stilled and turned around, wrapping your arms around his neck. His chest flush with yours, blue eyes boring into you as he wrapped his arms around your waist. A flirty smile on his lips.

“Able to keep your hands to yourself, pretty boy?” Although you wanted a distraction, you still had reservations. Boundaries you didn’t want to cross. Not when your still boyfriend was upstairs.

“What’s the fun in that,” He whispered into your ear, palms sliding down and cupping your ass. Your smile fell and you pushed at his chest putting space between you.

“Knock it off,” your voice came out louder, barely heard above the music. Eddie tensed and pushed off the wooden beam he’d been leaning on. Your date looked uneasily around the crowd and back at you.

“Don’t be such a tease, you’ve been grinding on my dick for most of the night.” You scoffed at him and shook your head.

Eddie began to walk towards you pushing past the crowd that had turned its attention towards you.

“I was dancing,” you corrected just as Eddie approached. His lean frame towered next to you, eyes set on the guy whose name you now didn’t care to know.

“We got a problem here?” Eddie questioned.

“Should’ve expected your brother’s dealer to be your little lap dog,” the brunette laughed, cocky. Annoyance thrummed through your veins and you began to step toward him but Eddie grabbed your arm, his warm palm pressed against your exposed skin.

“He’s not even worth it,” Eddie whispered and pulled you back, “let’s go.” You nodded at his words and turned to leave with him, emotional exhaustion now weighing heavy on your shoulders.

Eddie followed behind you, ignoring the way the sea of heads watched him like he was some carnival freak on display.

“Stupid slut,” the brunette muttered as he turned towards his friends and Eddie stopped in his tracks, a dark grin coloring his features.

“On second thought.” He turned and took a wide step, swinging without hesitation. His clenched fist connected with the guy’s jaw sending him stumbling back and falling to the ground. Eddie stood over him, chest rising and falling rapidly. Ready for a fight. The guy groaned on the ground, holding his jaw where Eddie’s fist had already left a mark. You stood stunned into silence, the whispers of the crowd breaking you from your reverie.

“Eddie, we should go,” you grabbed onto his hand and pulled as the crowd’s murmurs began to grow louder. A bigger fight could cause the police to be called and Eddie didn’t need a bigger record.

He didn’t budge, gaze still fixed on the guy writhing in pain on the floor.

“Let’s go,” you urged and pulled on his hand hard, this time he followed. You led him through the crowd and out the front door, ignoring the dozens of eyes that watched you leave.

His palm was still pressed to yours when you reached the sidewalk, the night breeze cold against your exposed skin sobering you. You stopped and dropped Eddie’s hand as you looked up to him.

“What the fuck was that?” You pointed towards the house now in the distance with an outstretched hand before crossing your arms over your chest. The moon illuminated Eddie in a hazy white glow, the street lamps dim on the other side of the street.

“Me protecting you?” He questioned, his eyebrows creasing as he took in your sour expression.

“You didn’t need to do that!” Your voice rose.

“That guy had his greasy hands all over you and called you a slut but you’re mad at me?” His tone was filled with incredulity, eyes wide and shocked.

“No, I just-,” you sighed and pressed your fingers against the bridge of your nose, closing your eyes as you tried to put into words how you felt.

Hurt?

Confused?

Angry?

Like a fucking idiot for dancing with some loser at a house party you didn’t even want to be at in the first place.

“Thank you,” you sighed and looked up at him. It was better than an explanation of your misplaced anger.

“I mean it,” you grabbed onto his hand so he knew that you meant it. He looked to your connected hands and back at you.

“Any time, Spielberg,” he gave you a cocky smile and you dropped his hand, watching as he walked past you to his van.

“We agreed you’d never call me that again,” you said through gritted teeth, following behind him. Eddie turned and began to walk backward, keyring twirling on his finger.

“No, you asked me to stop. I never agreed to it.” He stopped in front of his black van and opened the passenger door.

“Your chariot awaits,” he stepped aside so you could climb in, presenting the passenger seat as though it were a grand prize.

“I can walk, Eds,” you chuckled and began to walk past him. You figured the night air would do you good. Eddie yanked you by your shoulder reeling you back towards him.

“Get in the fucking car,” he pushed you towards the seat and waited until you were situated before closing the door. He ran around the front of the vehicle and quickly climbed into the driver’s seat.

As Eddie started the car you noticed his bloody knuckles. Guilt reared its ugly head and you grimaced at the sight of his already bruising flesh. As he waited for the car to warm up, you rummaged through your bag looking for the travel-sized first aid kit you kept buried at the bottom, and quietly rejoiced when you found it.

Without asking you reached for his hand and settled it into your lap. When he tried pulling away you squeezed his wrist to hold him into place.

“What are you doing?” He questioned, glancing between you and his split knuckles.

“What does it look like?” You gave him a teasing look and grabbed an alcohol wipe, tearing open the package before blotting the pad gently against his skin.

Eddie winced and you looked at him with a silent apology before blowing on his knuckles to help them dry.

His gaze traced the curve of your nose down to the plush of your lips, swallowing hard as his eyes lingered. A little hypnotized, just as you’d always had him. You placed a bandaid on each cut and patted his hand softly breaking Eddie from his trance.

“All better,” you stated and glanced up at him with a satisfied grin.

He pulled his hand away and cleared his throat, refocusing his attention on the road ahead as he pulled away from the curb. Eddie eyed his bandaged hand resting on the steering wheel as he drove.

Of course, you’d have Hello Kitty bandaids.

He shook his head but couldn’t fight the way his grin grew wide and took over his features.

The two of you drove towards your house in silence, Soundgarden playing low on the radio.

Houses passed in a dark blur, the clouds covering any light the moon had offered. It had been years since the two of you had been alone for more than a passing moment. Not since those days spent at work where Eddie got to know you as more than his best friend’s little sister.

You fiddled with the hem of your dress, conflicted by to say or if you should say anything. It didn’t go unnoticed by Eddie who began to glance between you and the road, measuring his words just as cautiously.

“Sorry about your-“

“Do you think-“

The both of you began speaking at once and you chuckled awkwardly as you looked towards him. He nodded at you to go ahead, giving you the floor to speak.

“Do you think we could go somewhere? It could be anywhere, I just really don’t want to go home right now,” you shrugged, continuing to play with the material of your dress.

The two of you were already close to your home, the trees becoming more dense as you approached but he nodded. He turned his van down a different path, the trees opening as you approached the Lake.

The light of the moon and stars glittered off the calm waters, peaceful. Serene. A different scene from the events of the night. He parked near the edge of the trees and killed the lights, taking off his seatbelt before looking at you. Nervous energy hummed in his chest and was evident in the way he bounced his leg absently.

“This good?”

You gave him a weak smile and nodded. The guilt had spread and made a home of your chest. Eddie got hurt because of you. Lost out on sales defending you.

“You didn’t have to do that, you know,” you began, your eyes focused on the darkness of the lake.

Eddie watched you, the way your teeth chewed at your bottom lip. Your anxious energy palpable.

“I’m sorry you had to get mixed up in my mess,” you looked at him now and Eddie shook his head.

“Like I was going to let Chris Grandy call you a stupid slut,” he rolled his eyes.

You giggled to yourself. So that was the douchebag’s name.

“It really doesn’t matter,” you shrugged. “Probably was acting like one.”

You’d only ever had one serious boyfriend in your life and he’d spent the night upstairs with your childhood best friend. There was a lot you didn’t know about dating or the rules of flirting. What gave guys the wrong idea or made them think you wanted something more and you kept playing it over in your head wondering what you could’ve done differently.

Eddie’s leg stopped bouncing as he watched you and the anger built up in his chest. He wasn’t mad at you, he was so fucking pissed off that the slime ball made you feel like this. Made you feel guilty for enjoying yourself or question whether you did anything wrong.

“You were having fun,” he started, “and regardless of how you danced or what you said, when you told him to stop he should’ve stopped. Nothing you did or said justifies him being a fucking creep.”

He was seething, you could tell from the way his chest rose and fell. From the way his jaw was clenched, the moonlight illuminating his features.

Munson had always been handsome, cute in a not-so-conventional way. It was the way his curly hair framed his high cheekbones and the plush of his lips. The way his big brown eyes were always animated when he talked about something he liked.

The first time you noticed it, noticed him, was when you were thirteen. You spent that summer blubbering in his presence, finding any excuse to talk to him or go into your brother’s room. The crush never really went away, always lingered in the back of your mind and now in the way your heart thrummed as his gaze was fixed on you. A silent plea begging you to understand what he told you.

It was like a magnetic pull the way you leaned closer to him, eyes trained on his as you inched closer.

“You don’t think there’s anything wrong with me having fun?” You questioned with innocent eyes and looked up at him through your lashes, your face closer to his.

“Why would there be?” He swallowed, his gaze flicking from yours to the pout of your lips.

Eddie was losing the little bit of composure he’d been able to maintain all these years. The warnings your brother had given sounded off like alarms in his head.

“Also, I’m the one who needs to apologize,” he grimaced and began to play with the rings on his fingers, changing the subject. Trying to distract himself from the way the scent of your perfume had him a little disjointed.

“For what?” You pursed your lips, perplexed.

“I’m, uh, pretty sure I left your sweater back there at the party. Nearly one hundred percent positive,” he looked at you with a sideways grimace, already shrinking away as he anticipated your reaction but you only laughed.

“I ruined it with Chrissy’s weird concoction anyway,” you dropped your face into your hand, your body shaking with laughter.

“I still can’t believe you drank that shit,” he laughed with you, “it had me on my ass a few years ago at her Fourth of July party.”

“No way,” your laugh grew louder as you absently held onto his arm, encouraging him to divulge.

“In my defense, those sugary drinks are the ones that get you,” his body shook with his building laughter.

“Could barely taste the moonshine she puts in it so I had a few cups,” he shook his head, “I fell asleep in one of those loungers by the pool and the next thing I remembered was waking up in some random room laughing to myself with the worst sunburn of my life.”

You winced at the picture he painted, imagining his pale skin marred by the sun.

“So that’s why you took my cup,” realization dawned upon you.

“Just trying to save you, little Lipton,” he agreed and you groaned.

“I wish people would stop calling me that. I’m not just Rick’s sister you know?” Your shoulders sagged. It had always been like that.

People, boys, avoiding you because of who your brother was. Ghosting you once they found out your last name, his reputation preceding you. Until Simon.

“I know you’re not,” he assured you earnestly.

“You’re definitely just saying that,” you rolled your eyes.

“Since when have I told you something just because it’s what you want to hear, Spielberg?” He emphasized the nickname you hated to prove his point.

You leaned over the middle console and jabbed at his ribs with your finger causing him to jump and grab at your hand.

“This is the thanks I get for saving your life,” he dramatized and grabbed your other hand as he dodged its attack.

He held onto your hands, your laughter mixing with his, and stared up into his eyes.

You could say it was the alcohol still clouding your mind for what you did next, could say it was because you still needed the distraction you sought at the beginning of the night.

Eddie smelled like apple and bergamot, a hint of weed and tobacco. He swallowed hard as you leaned closer. He felt the warmth of your breath against his face and watched as your eyes fluttered close.

He hesitated for a moment before closing the rest of the space. Heart beating faster than it had that night.

Your breath hitched with the first contact of his lips. They were smooth, almost pillowy against your own, as they matched the pace you set. He released your hands and you twined them in his curls, soft like you’d always imagined.

Eddie’s hands fell into his lap and clenched into fists as the kiss deepened, your tongue parting the seam of his mouth. He opened and slowly met yours with the tip of his own.

You tasted like cherry chapstick and fruit punch, sweet like he always thought you would be and it was getting so hard not to touch you.

Warmth blossomed in your chest, spreading to your veins in a low hum and you pulled him closer, wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him flush against you. His hands left his lap and wrapped around your waist, fingers digging into your flesh.

He pulled you across the middle console into his lap and you moved without hesitation, your mouth still pressed to his.

There was an unspoken need shared in the way your mouths meshed, in the way he swallowed your sighs and you elicited his groans. It felt like you were floating, head buzzing from a different kind of inebriation.

You wanted more, you needed more but the bright lights of a passing car broke you two apart.

Eddie stilled beneath you and pulled away from your still-pursed lips.

“Shit,” he whispered and closed his eyes as he hit his head against the headrest.

You bit into your lower lip and played with the material of his black t-shirt, looking at him curiously. Confusion evident on your brow.

“What’s wrong?” He shook his head, eyes still closed as his fingers traced absent lines back and forth over your naked thighs.

“We shouldn’t be doing this,” he shook his head and you stilled.

“We shouldn’t be or you don’t want to be?” You felt as though he was making an excuse, trying to let you down easily instead of telling you that he regretted kissing you.

“Shouldn’t be,” he lifted his head and finally opened his eyes.

He brought his hand to your face and held you, tracing an absent thumb over your cheekbone.

“Who says we shouldn’t be?” You leaned into his touch and rubbed your hands over his chest, enjoying the way his heart thrummed against your palms.

Eddie had trouble concentrating, distracted with you pressed against the evidence of his budding arousal.

Even in the silence you both knew the answer to his question, the boundary that had always been there. Invisible but palpable.

You’d always been warned by your older brother about the bad boys. The ones with the long hair, tattooed arms, and played in a band. Especially the one that is his best friend.

“You know who,” he finally responded, hands gripping your thighs as you shifted in his lap and you smirked. Enjoying the way Eddie Munson looked a little dazed beneath you.

“Nobody has to know if you don’t want them to,” you muttered as you leaned closer, your breath fanning his face. Lips enticing him and he swallowed hard. Resolve wavering under the intensity of his want.

He closed the little space that remained between the two of you, lips not as gentle as before when they pressed against yours. His kisses were hungry. Needier than before.

It felt like he was kissing you like he’d always wanted to, but you didn’t dare hope for that type of reciprocation. Satisfied to have him bucking into your clothed pussy, moans escaping his lips as he held you against him and ground your hips over his boner.

You moaned as he peppered kisses down your jaw and across your neck, nibbling against the sensitive flesh of your throat.

Leaving his marks where everyone could see.

Where Simon could see.

You stilled for a moment but a moment was all Eddie needed to stop, to regain clarity. To push you off his lap with a heavy sigh, a quick rise and fall of his chest. You sank into the passenger and stared at him, your breaths matching his.

“We need to stop,” he shook his head and took a deep breath, running his sweaty palms over his pants. You only nodded, your voice lost as your thoughts collided with each other. Confusion etched into your forehead.

Eddie adjusted his jeans and looked over his shoulder before reversing his car. He needed to get you home before his resolve completely dissipated. Before you did something with him that you might regret like the others.

You fell into silence, eyes trained on the passing trees that were barely visible under the pale moonlight. Embarrassment clung to you, sticky and suffocating. Rejection mingling with the hurt that was beginning to resurface.

The short drive to your house was quiet and you didn’t turn to say thank you as you hopped out of his van.

You clamored through your door, the quiet of your empty house greeting you.

Eddie watched as you slipped into the darkness of your home, and a wave of guilt settled over him as he remembered your brother’s words. As the image of your confused face resurfaced behind his closed eyes. He thumped his head against the steering wheel and groaned loudly.

“Fuck!”

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Help I'm Alive

Dead Disco masterlist

Ghost/Soap/female reader 3.2k words - AO3 Warnings-tags: 18+ MDNI. Explicit sex. Threesome - M/M/F. Praise kink. Past relationship trauma. Mention of an accident, drunk driving. Pre-relationship, complicated feelings. Simon and Darling heavy. This is a flashback and takes place before Chapter 1, after Calculation Theme.

You’re decidedly not checking the clock.

It’s only five minutes. Five minutes late is not a huge deal. Traffic exists, so does minor inconvenience, little snafus that get in the way of making it somewhere on time. Five minutes, is not the end of the world. Be rational, you chide yourself. You’re a big girl. Still, they’re never late. Neither one of them. Your bag, primly sitting on the ground near where your foot taps impatiently, agrees. You packed me for what? For them not to show? For them to forget? Sure, it’s been nearly two weeks. Sure, they promised. But honestly. What did you expect? They’re in love with each other. Not you. You close your eyes, avoiding the screen of your phone. This is what happens, when you get ahead of yourself. When you act like a lunatic, instead of a rational human being. It’s fine, it's fine. You’re okay. You tap at it, waiting. Watching. Tap, tap, tap. Did you miss something, did you miss a call, did you read it wrong, get it wrong, hear it wrong, miss- Knuckles rap against your door. Your stomach unties itself, unloops from the twisted rollercoaster, and you release a long-held breath. See?

“H-hi.” The greeting comes out in a stumble, tongue tripping over itself doing nothing to hide your surprise. “I thought Johnny was picking me up?” Simon raises an eyebrow. “He ran into a complication. With dinner.” He motions to where you’re standing in the doorway, staring, and you balk. “Oh. Right. Yes, come in, sorry.” You glance around your flat. “It’s a bit of a mess, I’m sorry. I was busy this week and trying to paint in my downtime, I guess I kind of got distracted from like, normal day stuff you know? Like I-“ “Darling.” Simon calls, big body practically blocking out the frame of the door. It’s not just a pet name now. It’s something more. It’s a million different things, built into two syllables, and sometimes when he says it, the world stops. “Are you alright?” There's concern in the question, in his face, and you swallow. “Yeah.” You assure him, because you are. Today. This week. Last. You’ve been fine. “Are you sure?” “Yes, Simon.” You quip, with an eye roll, and there’s a sharp intake of breath behind the mask, fire and metal and something you can’t explain flashing in his eyes. It forces your spine straight, your thighs together. “Are you packed?” He murmurs, stepping closer, leaning down, clothed lips pressing to the top of your head. “Yes.” You whisper, half pointing to the bag, half reaching for his jacket. “Let’s get you home, then. Johnny’s impatient.”

“How've ye been?” Johnny coos, mouth hovering over your ear. He's got you pressed to his body, coveted, chest to your back, curled over you like a mountain. He's warm, skin hot to the touch, and a little flushed, strands of grown out mohawk tickling your chin. He's been fussing over you for ten minutes, peppering you with kisses, lovely words, physical touch and affection. It feels so safe, so real. It's hard to remember that it's not, in these moments. That you're on the outside. That you're not a part of them. “Good.” You answer. “Missed you guys.” “We missed ye too, darling. So much. Ah thought about ye everyday.” Your eyes roll on instinct, trying to play it off, but your heart trips, mind and body working itself into a state over the idea that he was even thinking about you. “We both did.” Simon's finger trace over your shoulder, before they tilt your face upwards by your jaw. “We have a surprise for you.” “For me?” You squeak, and Johnny chuckles, mouth in your hair, on your neck, teeth against your earlobe. “Aye, love. For ye. Only for ye.” “What… what is it?” “You'll have to wait.” Simon tells you gently, and your face screws up into a pout. “Til when?” “Until I say.”

“Close yer eyes.” Johnny tells you, and your stomach tightens, storm brewing in your mind. What are they doing? What's going on? “D'ye trust us?” You nod. Simon cocks his head, brow furrowed, but stays quiet. He looks almost… stressed. Upset, even, and it does nothing to quell your anxiety. “You're not gonna like… do something… weird, right? We talked about boundaries and stuff…” Johnny chuckles, pressing his lips to your collarbone, your neck, achingly slow, slow enough that you can feel the imprint of his smile, the shiny flats of his teeth. “No, love. We'd never cross yer boundaries.” He promises, but it's not enough, and you fidget, shifting on your knees, fingers clenching into palms. You look to Simon. He's watching you now, very seriously, but with something softer in his eyes. Something almost sweet, something that feels like a tether, a rope, tied around your heart and tugged tight, something full of promise. Johnny mirrors it, but more openly, easily, and you take a deep breath. You trust them. You're okay. It's okay. You close your eyes. Johnny's hand covers your face, blocking out the residual light. It only last for a second or two before there are more hands on you, cupping your jaw, lifting your head backwards. Lips touch yours. Then they ask for more, and you meet it equally, parting to allow him exploration, tongue inside you, smell of his skin in your nose. Simon. The pressure across your face relents, light coming back to try to peek beneath your eyelids, but you keep them shut, almost tightly so, like you were asked. This, you can do. This, you can give them. “Open your eyes darling.” Simon asks, and your mouth draws downward. “It's alright.” When you do, you can't control the smile that stretches across your face. You're looking up at Simon's face. His whole face, no mask, no cover of darkness. You're looking at the scar on his cheek, the one near his lower lip, stories etched into his skin, sliced into his memory forever. You're looking at a twice broken nose, a five o'clock shadow. You're looking his jawline, etched from stone, plush lips that have brushed over your body in the night, quirked to the side into a small smile. You're looking at the man who made you feel seen, made you feel understood, all without ever letting you see his face. “Hi, Darling.” He murmurs, still cupping one of your cheeks, thumb working methodically across your skin. Johnny laughs, the sound surprising inside the intense moment, and you blink in near shock when Simon fully smiles, revealing his teeth. “Surprise.”

Simon’s face is not the last surprise of the night.

The next one comes decidedly quick, after he hauls you to your feet and Johnny carries you to the bedroom, sitting you upright on the edge of the bed. His hands don’t lose contact, continuing to skim over your clothes, your hair until Simon steps forward, bending over your body, two palms splayed across your thighs.

“You’re so good for us, darling.” He tells you at the same as he urges you onto your back, feet still dangling over the end of the mattress. “Such a good girl. We’re so happy we found you.”

Skilled fingers work the buttons of your pants, and a mouth, Johnny’s, lingers across your cheek, down to your neck. He’s shirtless now, a change you hadn’t even noticed, and you look at the two of them, trying to discern the direction. To understand. Johnny kisses you over and over, laughing with a whisper when you whine, the throaty chuckle warm, soft. Luxurious enough you could get lost in it, Simon smiling when he hears it, something you’re not used to seeing at all, the sight of making neurons light up across the switchboard in your head. His mouth notches to yours, and then to Johnny’s, and when he comes up for air, he licks his lips with a smirk. “Take off your pants.” You do, quickly. Johnny follows suit, and then so do the rest of your clothes, thong, boxers, shirts, your bra, until you’re both fully naked, on your back again, in the bed. The covers have been pulled down, so you’re between the sheets, Johnny on his side next to you, fingertip stroking patterns into your body, flicking over your nipples, your ears, bellybutton. He glances at Simon, the look too lingering to be inconsequential, and then his touch resumes, pattering over the scar on your hip. “What is this from?” Simon murmurs, lips dotting your throat, and your stomach tightens. Fuck.

“It’s from an accident.” You automatically move to cover it with your hand when he snatches it out of the air, pinning you by your wrist against the bed.

“Ye dinnae need to hide anything from us, love.” Johnny’s thumb traces over the puckered line, the raw, raised flesh that gnarly and disgusting, an awful thing. An awful reminder.

“I’m not it’s… it’s from a car accident. I was a passenger.”

“When?” Simon demands, but still manages to sound gentle.

“A few years ago. My- my ex-boyfriend was driving. He… was drunk.” You take a deep breath. “We were leaving a friend’s place. I didn’t want to get in the car with him, I thought… I thought he was too intoxicated. He convinced me, I guess. He was mean about it,” Johnny blows out a startled breath, and his hand flexes. “and then- he wrecked. Spun out into a guardrail, hit another car. I…” You trail off, Simon nodding to encourage you. “I lost consciousness and when I woke up, he was gone, and I was… bleeding. Pretty bad. Had to be transported to hospital.”

“He left you there?” You shrug. Something insane flickers across Simon’s face, something terrifying, and it’s enough to make you shift next to Johnny, instinctively seeking the heat of his body, Simon’s expression softening when he notices. “Thank you, for telling us darling. I know it’s not easy to talk about something like that.”

“Oh.” You don’t know why you say it, the oh. It kind of leaks out, sneaking past your lips. Oh, for the gratitude. Oh, for the acknowledgment, Oh, for the feelings that are spilling over inside your heart, mixing with lust and affection and something much deeper, more confusing.

“Are ye alright?” Johnny asks, cuddling you close with a kiss. You hum into it.

“Yes, I… it was a while ago, I’m okay.” It’s mostly true, but you consider yourself lucky when neither of them continues to push the subject, and Simon moves onto something else, teeth and tongue now painting a swath down your side, your hip. He kisses the healed gash, and your thighs press together.

“Open.” He taps, and you giggle, nervous, but move your heels wide, letting your knees fall open. Simon groans. “Look at you.” His face lowers to your cunt, mouth just over where your clit is aching, breath blowing across your skin in a warm, gentle way that feels nearly damp, more so when he licks a lengthy stripe from bottom to top, making you gasp, palm smacking down into the sheets.

“Isn’t she so perfect?” Johnny’s mouth sucks a mark into your chest between his words, and Simon’s tongue circles around your clit in response, your chest heaving, mind already starting to swim, lightly overwhelmed. Not perfect. Not good. The thoughts occur so rapidly, humiliatingly so, that you squirm a little, eyes opening to fix to on the ceiling. They don’t know you. They have no idea. Don’t get this confused. Don’t get lost in this, don’t-

“What is today’s date?” Simon interrupts the runaway train barreling through your skull, and you reel for a moment.

“Friday, it’s Friday.” He pauses, mouth hovering over your cunt, eyes fixed on yours.

“The date.” He prompts, and you rattle it off, Johnny cupping your cheek, tender concern in his eyes.

“How old are ye darling?” That one is simpler, it doesn’t require thinking, and you answer immediately, hoping to assuage the rising disquiet in the room.

“I’m okay.” You assure. Simon cocks his head and stands, rising over both you and Johnny, rubbing a thumb against your temple.

“Get lost for a bit? In here?” You nod. “Want us to turn it off?” Your eyes widen. How does he know?

“Yes. Please.” He kisses you under your neck, tonguing your pulse, slow and steady movement calming the rapidity of your heartbeat, the roar and rush of your blood becoming molasses, slowing down until it feels like you’re dying, like the world is grinding to a halt, everything in the room falling away until it’s just you, and Johnny, and Simon, bodies folded and melted together into a six armed monster, tongue and teeth and the gnashing of jaws. You wrap a hand around Johnny’s cock, tugging at him, thumb dabbing over the red, pulsing head, drips of precome smearing down his length as you stroke your fist up and down.

“Fuck.” You breathe when Simon plunges a finger, and then two, inside you, Johnny working his own fingers across your clit with aching accuracy, muscles seizing in fire and pleasure with every passing second. The world goes dark inside closed lids, and then Simon is cradling your face.

“Look at me.” Simon instructs, as Johnny moves, shifting so you’re more propped up in his arms, wide open mouth across your jaw, holding you. For what? He’s usually where Simon is, you muse, a little dazed, a little bit wondering. Everything feel feverish, imbalanced, like a scale is tipping, leaning too far to one side and taking you with it, until Simon climbs over your body, and you feel the blunt head of his cock against you.

Oh.

You gasp. It slips out, spurred on by the imbalance, and he freezes in response, eyes wondering, waiting.

He asks your name.

You give it before he gets a chance to finish speaking, and then he fucks you.

It’s slow, and wild, at the same time, your mind fracturing as your jaw drops open, fractured words fighting their way up your throat. He's so big, sting of the stretch searing inside your pussy, like he's burning you, lighting you on fire the same time as he's wringing delicious pleasure from your body.

“How does he feel, love?” Johnny whispers, a hand holding yours. Grounding you, letting you squeeze him, snarled breath spitting from your nose as Simon moves deeper and deeper, nearly kissing your cervix.

“Fu- big.” You hiss, Johnny nodding, brows knitted.

“Ah know, ah know. Ye can take him, darling. Ye were made for us.” Simon grinds to a halt when he bottoms out, and you keen, curling forward, looking up at where they kiss one another, tangling together and returning to you, Simon’s nose against yours, his lips against yours, your body adjusting to him, splinters of pain and pressure turning into sublime floating feelings, walls convulsing around him, squeezing him just like you’re still doing to Johnny’s cock.

“There you go.” He encourages. “Just like that. You’re so- bloody tight, fuck.” You trace his jaw, his naked, unmasked jaw, with your free hand, as Johnny reaches down between you, finding your clit again, wet fingers circling through the sopping mess, the slick and the slide of Simon slowly moving in and out of you, both of them building tension and pleasure through your body. Johnny nips at your throat, and you twitch, legs coming around Simon, eyes finding his in the low light.

“We’ve got you, love.” He keeps fucking you, harder and faster as he talks, words building a wave in your chest, emotion swelling beneath your skin. “We see you.” No. No, no. You close your eyes, trying to cinch them shut, block it all out, fight off the tears, but Simon stops at the same time, and so does Johnny. “Look at me.” He says, and when you do, your lashes are wet.

“P-please. Don’t stop.” He draws back, nearly all the way, Johnny’s finger hovering right over your swollen clit, your entire body aching.

“Don’t hide from us, and I won’t.” Fuck. You stare at him, hopelessly, tears continuing to swell, heavy, heartsick feelings thrumming through your veins, and he pinches your jaw between a thumb a forefinger when you try to turn away. “No.” He grunts, slamming into you, and you curl into Johnny, eyes wide. “Let me see them, darling.” Simon demands, grinding his hips against yours. See what? See- His tongue lavishes your cheek, licking where your tears track across your skin, and you choke, shocked, elated, confused… millions of things and feelings and forbidden moments exploding, erupting the same time Johnny presses harder against your clit, all of it shattering inside you.

“Ah, ah- fuck, I’m-“ You seize, coming with an intensity that makes your head spin, and Simon fucks you through it, Johnny still stroking your clit at a brutal pace through the peak.

“Bloody hell.” He falters briefly, before thrusting deep with such an intensity you can hardly breath, cock battering into your body, Johnny murmuring something sweet in your ear, while bucking into your relaxed fist, looking for friction around his cock. You tighten around him, at the same time Simon makes a strangled noise, his face buried in your neck, entire body trembling as he comes, fills you with himself, sealing his hips to yours with a huff.

“Darling.” He kisses you, knocking his forehead into yours, and wraps his hand around where your fist strokes Johnny. He’s close, panting, staring down at the two of you, one hand in Simon’s hair, the other on your cheek. It doesn’t take long, Simon’s hips jerking when Johnny’s do, and you moan, creamy spend spilling over your fingers.

“Christ.” He collapses, curling around you, around Simon, three of you linked together, three pieces of a puzzle you're not sure how to solve, Simon licking your hand clean, wet sloppy kisses swallowing Johnny’s come until he’s satisfied, and tucking you into his chest.

“Wow.” You breathe. They both chuckle, and you let your eyes close, falling into a white fluffy cloud, purely content, happy. You feel cherished, special, and Johnny rubs your back, little kisses against your ear as Simon runs a warm washcloth between your legs.

“Bathroom?” Simon asks, and you nod, but reach for him instead, pulling him close.

“Can we just, stay here for a second?” He wraps himself around your back, tucking you between his body and Johnny’s, mouth against your scalp.

“For a second.”

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jungle-angel · 3 months

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The One With The Holy Hand Grenade Of Antioch (Rhett Abbott x Reader)

Summary: Something happens at a Friday night rager but Rhett and his frat brothers decide they're not gonna get mad.....they're gonna get even

Warnings: Sexual harassment, grabbing of a boob, frat boy revenge etc.

Tagging: @floydsmuse @attapullman

The Delta Tau Epsilon house was alive with the booming of music, the hollers and shouts of the drunken college students filling every corner of the house and the shenanigans that had followed them there.

The basement was no less than noisy with everybody packed shoulder to shoulder, dancing to the 70s, 80s, 90s and Early 2000s throwback music that boomed from the speakers. Beer and drinks spilled from red solo cups and onto unsuspecting freshman while a few sang along noisily to Sly And The Family Stone's "Thank You" and showing off their best disco moves.

You were behind the bar in the basement helping Cairo make everyone's drinks and enjoying the shenanigans yourself.

"I swear to Jesus, if Kyle ends up emptying the whole keg I'm gonna have to cut him off," Cairo remarked.

"Cai c'mon they're a bunch of drunken frat boys, what else are they gonna do?" you laughed.

"Oh I'll tell ya'll what I'm gonna do," he answered, laughing a little and snapping his fingers. "Imma come up into his room with a garbage can lid and give him the rudest awakening of his life!"

You laughed as you cracked open a Long Drink and filled a red solo cup with it, handing it off to one of the football players.

"Need a refill!" Foster teased, slamming his cup onto the bar.

"Sorry Babes, bar's closed!" Cairo joked.

"It's not even midnight!"

The two of them bickered back and forth as more barflies began to make their way over. You laughed when you had to spray one of the Iota Nu boys with the keg nozzle to shoo him away, the others around you laughing in return.

"Hey pretty thing,"

You turned around thinking it was Rhett but no. To your horror it was Smithfield Green, the leader of the notorious Alpha Beta fraternity. You felt your heart jump into your chest and your throat going dry when you saw him.

"Sorry Smitty, bar's closed," you told him.

"Not by the looks of it around here," he sniffed. "Don't suppose you wanna get outta here and I could show you a really good time?"

"No thanks, I'm all set."

"Oh c'mon you know you wanna....."

You yelped a little when he tried to grab your boob which quickly caught Cairo's attention. "Hey!" he shouted. "The fuck do you think you are?"

"Who the fuck do you think you are?" Smitty retorted.

"I fuckin asked you first."

"Think you're so tough there huh?" Smitty questioned. "You sound like a fuckin girl."

"I might sound like a girl but I could easily have you on the ground and your balls dangling from the bumper of my car," Cairo hissed.

"Oh I'm sure you'd like that wouldn't you?"

"Eat me pervert," Cairo sneered. "And if I ever catch you trying to touch (y/n) ever again, that just might happen."

Smitty laughed and sauntered away with Cairo flipping him off behind his back. "You ok hon?" he asked.

You nodded, still a little shaken by what had happened. "I think I need to go get some air for a minute," you told him.

"Go get some air, I'll finish up here," Cairo assured you, giving you a hug.

He waited until you disappeared before waving and snapping his fingers, motioning for Foster to come over to the bar.

"Yo what's up?" Foster asked him.

"Smitty tried to pull a fast one on the First Lady," Cairo answered.

"Are you fuckin serious?!" Foster exclaimed.

"No, I'm not......chain call, now!"

Foster nodded, slapping his palm on the bar before heading up the basement stairs to find someone to start the chain call. He quickly wrote down what had happened on a sticky note so that word wouldn't change going up, finding Bo and Kyle in the little room off the basement bar room, engaging in a rather intense game of Cards Against Humanity with a few other freshmen.

"Yo we've got a Code Red boys," Foster told them.

"Sup?" Bo asked.

Foster showed him the note and the two were off to find the next person. The message traveled to Ravi Sharma who then handed it off to two of the new pledges and then to Sammy Inoue. Up and up and up the chain it went until Rowdy Collins, the football team's new kicker, raced up the stairs to hand it off to Kayce.

"Kayce!" he announced, pounding on the door.

Kayce opened the door, zipping up his jeans. "Bro what the fuck?"

"We've got a Code Red, go get Rhett."

"What's the Code Red?"

Rowdy showed him the neon green sticky note that had been passed around. Kayce's eyes went wide, his jaw slack with shock. "You fuckin serious?"

"She's outside in the backyard," Rowdy explained.

Kayce hurried off to Rhett's room down the hall and pounded on the door. "Bro you're never gonna believe this," Kayce told him when he opened the door.

"What? Did somebody get beer up their nose again?" Rhett asked him.

"No it's (y/n)," Kayce answered, showing him the note.

Rhett read the message, his eyes going wide. "Where is she?"

"Out back."

Rhett hurried his way through the chaos of the rager with Kayce close behind him. The night air was still just a little bit chilly as he sat down beside you, pulling you close and kissing the side of your head.

"You ok?" he asked.

"I'm fine," you told him. "Just a little shaken that's all."

Rhett kissed the side of your head again, holding you as he kept his lips pressed to that spot. "It'll be ok darlin," he assured you. "Ain't nobody ever gonna do that ever again."

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The clang of the old ship's bell in the kitchen roused everyone in the house from their sleep, the house's residents clambering down the stairs, some still in their shorts, others in their mismatched pjs or a few still in their clothes from the night before. All of them lined right up and stood straight at attention as Rhett strode silently up and down the line.

"Alright boys," he announced. "Last night, it seems there was a little incident regarding the First Lady. Anybody recall what happened?"

Foster was the first to raise his hand. "First Lady was groped by Smitty Green at 10:02 pm in the Delta Tau basement, no injuries or marks but the boob in question was indeed grabbed by said parasite......SIR!"

"And do we let slimy little Alpha Betas like that grope our other halves?" Rhett questioned.

"FUCK NO!!!!" the Deltas thundered.

"Men," he continued, pacing up and down the line. "When ya'll were pledges, ya'll took an oath to protect your lady or your other half with your life. I know every single one o' ya'll would never do that to a lady or to anybody else. But those slimy little tapeworms think they can just crawl on in here and take whatever they want. So what are we gonna do about it boys?!"

"GIVE 'EM HELL!!!!"

"That's what I wanna hear!" Rhett bellowed. "Now lets go get'em!"

The Deltas let out their loudest war yells in response, shaking the house down to the studs as they charged off.

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The street was completely silent outside the Alpha Beta house with not a soul around, save for a sun tanner on the rooftop balcony.

Each of the boys in the Delta Tau fraternity marched across the street to the Alpha Beta house, the hoods on their sweatshirts pulled over their heads and an empty plastic binder in their hands. Their voices had become one as they chanted like monks walking towards holy ground.....or in this case, unholy ground.

“Pie Iesu Domine, dona eis requiem,” they chanted, hitting their foreheads with the binders.

They repeated the little ritual with Rhett and Kayce leading them in the front, the two of them biting their lips as they tried not to laugh. As soon as they had reached the front of the Alpha Beta house, they faced their brothers who had halted on the other side of the street.

"KNEEL MY BROTHERS!!!" Rhett commanded.

All of them knelt and bowed their heads to the ground. Rhett and Kayce removed their hoods first before the others followed suit.

"Brother Kayce," Rhett announced.

"Yes?"

"Bring forth the holy book of the Delta Taus."

Kayce pulled out the book that had been written by all the other Deltas who had come before them. "A reading from the book of Armaments, chapter two, verses nine through twenty-one," Kayce announced, reading as loudly as he could. ""And Saint Attila raised the hand grenade up on high, saying, 'O Lord, bless this thy hand grenade, that with it thou mayst blow thine enemies to tiny bits, in thy mercy.' And the Lord did grin. And the people did feast upon the lambs, and sloths, and carp, and anchovies, and orangutans, and breakfast cereals, and fruit bats, and large chulapas..."

"THE SHORTENED VERSION DIPSHIT!!!!" Rhett commanded.

"Right, right, gotcha," Kayce snickered. "And the Lord spake, saying, ''First shalt thou take out the Holy Pin. Then shalt thou count to three, no more, no less. Three shall be the number thou shalt count, and the number of the counting shall be three. Four shalt thou not count, neither count thou two, excepting that thou then proceed to three. Five is right out. Once the number three, being the third number, be reached, then lobbest thou thy Holy Hand Grenade of Antioch towards thy foe, who, being naughty in My sight, shall snuff it.'"

The brothers all arose and pulled out the huge water balloons from the bags at their sides.

"Gentlemen!" Rhett ordered. "Ready your weapons!"

The Deltas made ready.

"Step to the edge!"

They stepped to the edge of the sidewalk.

"FIRE AT WILL!!!" Rhett ordered.

With a swing of their arms, the Deltas lobbed the entire house with the huge water balloons, startling the Alpha Betas who had come outside to see the commotion, only to be soaked with the freezing cold water, including Smitty himself.

"Whatcha think darlin?" Rhett asked.

You pulled your hood from your eyes and placed a kiss on Rhett's lips. "Best revenge plan ever," you chuckled.

Rhett helped you load a rather large water balloon into the slingshot the boys only really ever used at pool parties, sending it flying right onto Smitty who quickly ran back into the house. So far, this had been yours and Rhett's best plan ever.

#rhett abbott #rhett abbott x reader #frat!rhett #frat!rhett abbott #outer range

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itsohh · 1 year

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Death Goes to Disco Part 3

A/N: Female reader, due to all the uh support from here and over at ao3 on what was supposed to be two parts, yeah I’m continuing. Dunno how much we winging it at this point.

Summary: After accepting Price's offer to join 141, you now have to deal with the fact that your new squadmates are the men you had a mindblowing threesome one-night stand with.

Word count: 4147

Warnings: None

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Water dripped behind you, remnants of your recently finished shower. Hair still wet your arms leaned on the sink. With one hand you wiped away the steam that had settled on the mirror to reveal your face. To be back at Papakura, to be back at base. It was almost surreal. It had been so long, a lifetime ago. Yet not much has changed, you would be lying if you didn't fall back into your old rhythm. But it would never be the same, all those friends, all your family you had on base. Gone.

Your eyes gazed at yourself, your eyes specifically on the patches on your vest. It was good to wear your flag again. It felt right to have that NZSAS patch instead of the Shadow Company one. Two weeks you spent there. Two weeks of preparation that was almost up. Today was your last training day on base before you had to pack up. Then it would be off to the UK.

"A new chapter." You whispered to yourself and met your own eyes. At the sound, your shoulders relaxed and you pushed off the sink basin. For the first time in what felt like forever, you smiled. Genuinely smiled.

You had thought that they would send you on a commercial flight but you were wrong. Duffle back slung over your shoulder. A groan left your lips as you stretched a bit. You had slept through a decent amount of the flight but now your body was a little sore and stiff. The overly bright led lights had you squint and slowly you walked out of the aircraft and out of the tarmac.

One man stood there patiently waiting.

Price.

"Good to see you accepted my offer, Sergeant." He greeted you with a nod and you walked up to him.

"It was good to have options, sir. Thanks for not killing me." You nodded back and the pair of you started to walk together.

"I should be thanking you for not killing my squad."

"Call it even then sir?"

"Can do. Right, let's get this out of the way. Have you been here before?"

"A few times in the past."

"Do you remember the layout?"

"Enough not to get completely lost." He scratched his beard and nodded.

"Good, I can work with that. You have been assigned a room, I'll show you where that is." He paused and let out a breath. "The walls are rather thick but not completely soundproof. I say this because I happen to be in the room next to yours."

"Does that mean I'll hear your snoring through the wall then?" You couldn't help the way your lips curled up. Price glanced towards you for a moment.

"None of that cheek now." Despite his words, he too has a smile on his face. "Jokes aside we all share a dorm. Try to be considerate of everyone else."

"Will do."

"Good to hear. Right, you can put your stuff in the room when we get there. Laswell wants to have a video call with you."

"Laswell?"

"Back in Las Almas, she was the friend I was talking about. You will get orders from myself, Ghost and her. It's important you get used to her voice. We do training exercises and hired help in SpecGru so get used to the team around you."

"The PMC?"

"That's the one, we do training with and against KorTac."

"Never a dull moment?"

"That's one way of putting it."

"This here's my office." His eyes looked up and made contact with yours. "Always knock before you enter."

"Wouldn't dream of doing otherwise."

"Good." His eyes looked down at the laptop as he opened it. "Maybe you can get Soap to do the same." He grumbled under his breath.

Price fiddled with the computer some more until a call started.

"Kate."

"John."

"Good to hear from you, here with the Sergeant." He moved slightly to the side and positioned the laptop in front of the pair of you.

"Disco, heard good things. You did well in Las Almas." She nodded towards you.

"Just tried to do what I could in a bad situation."

"Not many would do what you did, don't cut yourself short." She had this hard gaze on her. One that screamed not to argue.

"How is Las Almas since we left?"

"In mourning, broken but they will heal. Alejandro is already in the process of rebuilding."

"Shadow Company?" At your question, she glanced at Price but answered regardless.

"With the death of Graves and your absence the company is collapsing. The command chain has been broken and I've had reports of some being bought out and others abandoning their post. Their competitors have been quick to snatch up their contracts."

"What happened to Derek and Pepper?" Your eyes turned to Price for this.

"The men who surrendered with you?" Kate asked and you gave her a single nod.

"From what I gathered they both went back to America and gave up military life. I know one decided to help their husband with a bakery and the other I had recommended to one of my contacts in the FBI." Despite your rather emotionless expression, you couldn't help but relax at the thought. At least you helped them. A knock on Laswell's door had her pause and glance towards it. You could hear the briefest muffled sound through it but weren't able to decipher what was being said.

"Unfortunately I have to cut this short but it's good to have you onboard."

"Good to be here ma'am." She nodded to John and the stream cut.

"I would ask if she was MI6 but she sounded too American." You pushed off the desk.

"CIA, same thing really. Right, now that's out of the way. Go rest up and unpack. Get rid of that jetlag before it settles in. It's also bloody late. Dismissed." You were a little surprised and he sighed when he looked at the clock on the wall.

"Bloody 1am delivery." You heard him grumble under his breath before you left his office.

The room they had assigned you was decently large. In the corner of the room was a queen-sized bed pressed against the wall. Above it was a window covered by a pair of curtains. On each side of the bed was a small little bedside table, one of them had a simple lamp on top. At the foot of the bed was a decently-sided chest. Standing facing towards the bed with your door behind you, there was a desk to the right of you with an office chair.

Another door was to the right, in the middle of the wall which lead to your private bathroom. Next to that door was a set of drawers and a bookcase above it.

All and all, it was a pretty decent room. Sure Hereford was a downgrade from the king bed and suite of a room that you had at Shadow Company but still better than the rather small room you had at Papakura Military Base. Then again, you did have a house just out of town to escape to. Here in England, you didn't have that luxury. Your mind wandered a bit at the thought. Perhaps you should invest in an apartment somewhere, just to get away on the longer breaks. Then you wouldn't have to fly back but wouldn't have to be stuck on base.

A breath came from your nose and you flopped your back onto the bed. Despite the fact you had already napped on the trip over, you couldn't help but feel the true weight of your heavy eyelids. Just for a moment, the rest of your eyes you promised yourself. Only to immediately fall asleep a second later.

Bang. Bang. Bang. Your eyes cracked open with a groan. The thumping against your wall wasn't particularly loud yet it was still loud enough for you to hear. You leaned over to your side and grabbed your phone to see the time. 6am. You had managed to sleep for about five more hours.

Slowly you got off the bed and stretched out your body. You closed the bathroom door which cut off the small echo of thumping against your bathroom wall. Mentally you tried to engrain that into your head. To shut that door every right. The light to your bedroom soon clicked on and you started to unpack.

Most of your clothing was all new, either supplied to you by NZSAS or some of the clothing you had found at your old home. Tucked away in your old closet it had taken a decent amount of washing to get that old clothes smell out but you succeeded regardless.

You hadn't brought a lot of personal items. But there was one picture you brought. A framed picture that had you pause when you picked it up out of your bed.

It was an old picture, very old. It has been taken when you were still a rookie. Your Lieutenant still a Sergeant. She stood next to you with a wide smile on her face. The pair of you were surrounded by your squad mates with equally big grins on their faces. Everyone was covered in mud but you could still see the little red flag that was in your grip.

"Good job rookie, you did well!" You could still remember the praise on her lips and the smile on your then Captain's face. Still caught up in the memory, you placed the picture on your desk. It seemed like such a simpler time, back when everyone was still alive.

Half an hour later with fresh clothes on you clicked open your door only to immediately become face-to-face with the occupant of the door across from you. "Oh hey, Disco right?" He seemed a little surprised to see you but gave you a warm smile regardless.

"Uh yeah, your Gaz? Am I pronouncing that right?"

"Yeah, Kyle if it's easier for you. I don't mind. Are you heading out for breakfast? I'm going there myself if you would like to join."

"Sure, I could use the company. I think I had like a 65% of remember correctly where it is."

"Oh, you have been here before?" He shut the door behind him and the pair of you started to walk together.

"Yeah a few times way back. Normally we used to do training in-house or with the Aussies but on the odd occasion we would come here."

"Must have been a long time ago."

"Yeah, it was."

"Surprised you know the layout at all."

"I try to memorize buildings as much as I can."

"Fair, it can make the difference between life and death." The cafeteria wasn't too far away and soon the pair of you settled into the room. There was a decent amount of people in there and you followed him to the breakfast bar.

"Anything I should avoid?"

"Nah, the food here's pretty good. Just make sure you never get coffee or tea from one of the machines. Not many people use it and I swear it's never been cleaned a single time since I've been here." He gestured over to the machine against the wall.

"Duly noted."

Soon the pair of you had settled into a table in the corner of the room. All tables had a few people at them except the one you sat at. There were a few glances your way but no one said or did anything about it. "Alright, what's with the looks?" You subtly gestured with your head. Gaz looked up for a moment and shrugged.

"Not sure, probably cause you're someone new. It's not too often new operatives, let alone at your rank. Uh." You could see him glance at your shirt but without your identification, he wasn't able to figure it out.

"Sergeant." You said and he nodded and took a bite.

"Didn't keep you at Lietentiant when you jumped aboard?"

"I haven't earned that here. Besides I like being a Sergeant. I'm sure I'll learn a lot under you boys."

"Price is a good teacher and so is Ghost when he speaks up." He nodded. "Speaking of Price I'm surprised he's not up yet, normally he's first to rise."

"Might have got to do with me. I arrived at 0100 hours this morning." Kyle let out a low whistle.

"Damn, no wonder no one saw you come in. Anyway, welcome to the team."

"Thanks, met Laswell. What's her deal?"

"Laswell? She's the one that sends us out, pretty damn good with a rifle herself though."

"And what about you Gaz, what's your deal?"

"Haven't really got one to be honest. As basic as it sounds, I want to do good. Everyone here does."

"In SAS in general or 141?"

"I would say the prior but I don't know everyone so I'll go with the latter." A tray settled down next to Gaz and you looked up to see Price there. A porridge and a coffee.

"Disco, Gaz."

"Captain."

"Sir."

"Hope you managed to get some rest last night." Price nodded to you.

"Not the ideal amount but I'm sure I'll stabilize in a day or so."

"Good, can't have you dealing with sleep deprivation."

"So what's the plan for today?" Gaz asked and Price took a sip of his coffee.

"Well, then those two finally get out of bed, you lot are hitting the mats. I want to find out every weakness Disco here has."

You choked on your food for a second and Price gave you a grin at the edge of his cup. "So we know what to work on."

"Never such thing as too good." You shrugged and Price let out a small chuckle.

"That's the attitude, let's see if you still have it in a couple of hours."

The morning was rather relaxed. Conversation with Price and Gaz wasn't too awkward and you found yourself getting used to it. A sigh left Price's mouth as you all finished up. "Where in the bloody hell are those two?" He huffed.

"Did you want me to check up on them?" Gaz offered and Price's lips curled up and he glanced at you.

"Won't subject you to whatever has them busy. We can get started without them. You happy to spar in that?" He gestured to your plain shirt.

"Sure am."

"What about you Gaz?"

"Ready to go any time."

"Good, right let's get out there."

The indoor gym was a decently sized room. One that you found yourself in the corner of. With all the mats set out, Price stood to the side with his arms crossed.

"Any rules?" You glanced at him as you stretched.

"Try not to injure each other. No permanent injuries. Usual stuff. I'd like you both in one piece." You nodded and relaxed your body as you stepped into place.

"You ready?" You asked and Gaz gave you a nod, his eyes hardening.

"Gimmie what you got."

Instinct took over as the pair of you started. Years of training kicked in at ease and you allowed your body to work reflexively. Gaz wasn't bad, in no way. He played the perfect balance of offensive and defensive. His stamina was one to envy as well. The pair of you ended up in a long dance where neither of you really had the advantage over each other.

The pair of you were in ways, learning about each other. Each other's style, exactly how you fought. So, as Gaz danced with you, you decided to change up the song. Gaz went to punch you with his right arm. Until that moment you had either dodged or blocked. This time was a little different, you ducked under and grabbed his wrist.

With his continued movement, you brought it with you behind his back. Your foot stepped on his back calf forcing him forward. With one hand trapped by you, his other hand shot out to break his fall. However, you didn’t let him fall. Your free arm wrapped around his throat to choke him. It took a few seconds before you felt his slap against your arm and you immediately let go of his throat and stepped off his calf.

Gaz sank properly on his knees and you let go of his wrist once he was stable. “You good?”

“Yeah. You were toying with me.” He coughed with a weak smile.

“I would prefer to call it learning.” You shrugged and held your hand out for him. He slapped his hand into yours and you gave it a decent tug.

“I’d like to see how you would be in the field Sergent.” Price cocked a brow and his eyes moved from yours to the two men who approached the three of you. Soap stretched as he walked and Ghost stalked behind him.

“About time you two got up. Have a late night boys?”

“You could call it that. Sorry for the delay.” Soap spoke and his eyes settled on you. You could practically feel them size up your slightly sweaty body. “Disco, long time no see. What you doing here?” Your eyes glanced from Soap to Ghost.

“Training.” You could practically feel the way Ghost’s eyes narrowed at you.

“Speak of, Soap your up.” Gaz walked to the side of Price and took the bottle of water that sat on the floor. Meanwhile, Soap stretched his body out with a grin on his face.

“Sparing eh? I’ll go easy on you after last time.” He winked. He waved his hands out and took a position opposite you on the mat. Soap was a little different from Gaz, you had seen him work before. He was aggressive, fast to act and destroy defences. Right away you knew you would need to be on the offensive.

“Really?”

“Give me your best.” He winked. The grin on his face was quickly wiped off his face when you immediately jabbed towards him. Soap managed to narrowly miss your punches and jump back. “Right into it I-” You kicked his side and he let out a grunt. Now aware that you weren’t holding back he shut up. With your right arm, you went to punch him but he snatched your wrist. You continued on your moment and pressed into his grip for only a second before you jerked your hand free.

Soap was fast though, now behind you, he wrapped an arm around your throat. Just like Las Almas. There was no hesitation in your movements, you stepped to the side of Soap and grabbed his legs with both arms. Ignoring the hold on your neck you picked him up and slammed him down into the mat, breaking the hold around your neck instantly.

In his slightly stunned state, you pounced on the man. Ankles over his, your hands caught both his wrists and slammed them into the mat. Pinned. “I let you take me last time.” Soap stared up at you, his through bobbing and a light red dusted over his cheeks.

“An’t that the truth.” His bottom lip parted while his eyes landed on yours. He was painfully obviously aroused. You glanced away from him and slowly got off. Just as you had held a hand out for Gaz, you held one out for him. Soap continued to stare at you. You saved your hand impatiently and he snapped out.

“Thanks.” He swallowed and you pulled him up.

“Never underestimate your opponent Johnny.” Ghost glared at the man.

“Yup, fucked that one.” You looked over to Price to see him frowning at his phone.

“Gaz, with me.” His eyes snapped up. “Since you two decided to waste our time today see it as your punishment to make sure Disco is settled in properly.”

“Wait settled in?” Soap started to ask but was brushed off by the wave of Price’s hand. The two men promptly left and you were left with Ghost who had an expressionless look on his face and Soap who looked a little confused but not overly bothered. Both of them stared at you.

“What did the Captain mean, settle in. How long are you staying?”

“She joined 141 Johnny.” Ghost's deadpan voice had John gaping at you for a moment.

“Yeah someone supposedly someone gossiped a bit about Las Almas.” You walked over to your bottle of water.

“You're against that?” Ghost asked and you leaned over to grab your drink.

“No, just curious why go to the trouble.”

“Our reports are thorough. What Price and Laswell make of them is up to them.” Ghost was an enigma in a sense. Johnny was pretty obvious with his opinions and his emotions but when Ghost was like this, you couldn’t quite tell exactly what any of it meant. The pair of you started each other, neither saying a word. There was an uncomfortable silence between the three of you. You had been certain that spending the night with them would be a one-time thing. Something that they most likely thought the same. Then after everything that happened, you knew being face to face with them like this was the last thing they thought would happen.

“So where does Price have you holed up? When did you get here?” Soap finally broke the silence. Bottle in your hand, you relaxed your shoulders.

“The room next to his. I got here at like 0100 hours this morning.” Johnny immediately let out a cough and your eyes shot up.

“The one in between Ghost and his room?”

“I don’t know. It’s opposite Gaz?” You pressed the bottle against your lips and slowly took a drink. While Soap went to compose himself you could feel Ghost's eyes watching you.

“Oh fuck. We uh, sorry if we woke you up aye.”

“It’s fine, I just need to remember to close the bathroom door. ” You shrugged and snapped the bottle closed. “Don’t think Price was too happy about you two being late though.” You placed the bottle back down and readied back into a stance.

“Shit.”

“Ready for another go?” You smiled and he nodded. “Don’t worry, I won’t go too hard on you.”

The morning went rather fast and eventually, the pair of you ended up drenched in sweat. Eventually that lead to Ghost taking over when you took down John for the fifth time in a row. “Not many people can take down Ghost like that.” John slapped you on your back as the three of you walked to the showers.

“The higher they are, the harder they fall or something.” You shrugged. “There's some tall people out there, I’ve learned to use that against them.”

“God and we fall, whats with you and hitting the left side, going to feel this for days.”

“I doubt that aches the least of your worries.” You muttered under your breath. "Your weak on your left side. Seem to slow you down a little more than your right." You spoke up and started to separate into the showers.

“Johnny.” You looked over your shoulder to see that John has continued on with you. Only at the sound of his name did he realise and swerved around to join Ghost to your amusement. The showers on your side were completely empty and you ended up having a rather long shower. Zoned out you didn’t realise how long you truly took until you got out.

With the two men nowhere to be seen, you found your way to the cafeteria. With a quick scan, you managed to locate them. Both of them were at the exact same table that you had shared with Gaz and Price that morning. It made you wonder if there was a specific reason. After you collected your food you felt a pair of eyes staring at you. Looking up your eyes made contact with Johns. With a smile, he gestured for you to join him. Ghost had his mask slightly moved up as he ate. Tucked away in the corner no one else except for you and John could see the small stubble on his face. Adverting your gaze you sat down next to Soap.

“So Price and Gaz are out on a mission together. Don’t know when they will be back.” Johnny leaned back and you realised that he had already finished his lunch while Ghost had little left of his.

"After you finish lunch we move out." Ghost said much to both your surprise and John's.

"Where they sending us to this time? Surprised they aren't just shipping you off by yourself."

"Someone has to keep you in check."

"Ah Ghost that's just your way of saying you'd miss me." He grinned.

"Greenland. Prepared for the cold." Ghost ignored John and you nodded. "We will brief more in Price's office."

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abibliophobiaa · 1 year

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For sweet Steve's birthday

I choose the word: bath

Have fun Luna 😘

hi, sweet friend. here’s 700 words of fluff for steve’s birthday celebration.

It had been a crappy day from the very start.

Your car needed a jump from Eddie earlier that morning. It was fortune alone that he had been nearby when Steve called him up to see if he’d be able to help.

But it ended up with you being late for work, your manager shouting at you when you eventually scrambled in that you’d get a write up the next time you showed up even so few as five minutes late.

You’d held back the desire to raise your favorite middle finger in the air and say “screw it all.” Because you had your half of the rent to pay, after all. Instead you sucked up the swirling rage of emotion, slipping your work hat on your head. A white cap that glowed an obnoxious neon in the lights of the roller rink.

After that it had been countless orders at the food cart you worked. Shouted demands over blaring pop music from customers, barked complaints that you’d given them mozzarella sticks when they’d ordered a corn dog (they didn’t), and the eventual fight that broke out between kids from Hawkins and the next town over.

Something to do with a disagreement between baseball teams that carried over into one teen shoving another into a wall.

You had to roll out and break it up, an order from your manager who had then shouted again to “hurry up and take care of it” when you took a little too long for his liking. Even dodged a swing of a fist and ducked when another teen launched themselves at another student.

Later, it was ice packs from the storage closet against red-faced blubbering boys and signed documents that promised the kids would never step foot in the establishment again. Pouty lips highlighted in a merry go round of speckled blue, green and purple light; reflected from the hues dancing off the disco ball up above.

And by the time you entered your apartment, kicked your shoes off at the door, and tossed your bag into a heap on the floor, all you’d wanted was to curl up in your bed and slip a blanket over your head. Maybe even pretend the day never happened at all.

Yet there he was. Sleeves rolled up to his elbows, stirring away at what looked to be spaghetti in a pot. That floppy head of hair tilted backward a bit as you entered the kitchen, all bright enamored grins.

He quickly shouted, “Hey, babe!” into open air, and paused at the downturn of your lips.

He immediately caught the way you walked in with your hands at your sides, shoulders hunched. He was on you in seconds, arms wrapped around your form as you pressed into the center of his chest happily, absorbing his warmth and affection.

“Bad day, huh?” He mused, sliding his palms along the span of your back. Long, sweeping motions that had you sinking further into him with a loud huff. “Wanna tell me about it while I finish up dinner? I got home early and thought I’d treat us to a little date night.”

“Every night is date night with you.”

You giggled, palms coming to rest against his lower back. You’d loved that about him, though. The constant need to always make sure you knew how loved and appreciated you were.

You sighed, bone-tired. “But no, I don’t really wanna talk about it. Kind of wanted to just pretend today never happened and try again tomorrow.”

He brushed a kiss against your brow. “Well, good news is we both have off tomorrow. So how about I draw you up a nice warm bath and you just relax while I finish up here. And then we can spend the rest of the night watching all your favorite movies.”

“I need a good cuddle too.”

He chuckled softly, tipping your head up to smother your adorable pout with his lips. One, two, three brushes of the fullness of his mouth against yours.

His forehead rested against yours briefly. Wide fingers fanned across your cheek lovingly.

“Done,” he promised, leading you to the bathroom where he then waited until you were neck deep in warm, bubbly water to remind you, “I love you.”

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upsidedownwithsteve · 1 year

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Hi! would you be interested in writing just what a normal day in philly for reader and eddie looks like now that reader is living there for school?

Philly was still so very, very new.

But you had a routine down, comfortable and almost familiar. Your favourite classes, your favourite park, your favourite cafe.

Your favourite boy.

And Thursdays were your favourite day, ‘cause classes finished early and it granted you a day out in the city, the last of the September warmth allowing you summer dresses and sneakers. Eddie was off on Thursdays too, using his free day to catch-up with Wayne and have a quick practice with his band. And when two o’clock came, he met you outside of the university doors, grinning at you as you flew to him, every single time, bag bumping against your hip.

He caught you, arms around your waist so he could lift you up off your feet, just for a second or two. He loved the feel of your hands around his neck, whatever notebook/sketch pad/portfolio you were holding hitting at his shoulders.

Eddie didn’t mind.

That Thursday was no different, Eddie caught you like he did everytime, laughing when you hummed at his touch, kissing away his amusement until he placed safely back on your feet, leaning down and chasing your lips for more.

“Hungry?” He asked, taking your book bag from you and swinging it over his shoulder.

Your hand slipped into his, fingers tangling and you nodded, eager. “Starving,” you told him and Eddie grinned, leading you along the block.

“Subs? Burgers? Pizza?” Eddie listed off the possibilities, squinting into the bright sun. The city was busy, downtown packed with students and workers on their lunch breaks, tourists who walked too slow and seemed lost. “Salad?”

You snorted. “You’re funny.” He grinned. “Can we go to that place that does the fries? The cheesy ones.”

You asked softly, politely, as if the boy would ever say no to you. Eddie nodded and guided you round a corner, watching your face with a small smile, knowing that you were doing your best to take in the storefronts, the memorable sights that would help you navigate the place you were starting to call home.

“How was practice?” You asked him once you were both seated at a tiny table, the small restaurant packed and buzzing with chatter and faded music.

There were disco balls hanging from the ceiling, the sun shining through the huge front window, scattering a kaleidoscope of tiny rainbows across every surface. Eddie sunk back into one of the low armchairs, knees knocking against the table but he looked so pretty in a lazy, sleepy way. Hair a little tamed, curls pulled back into a low bun, threadbare T-shirt showing off the tattoos on his arms.

He made a face, popped a stolen fry from your plate into his mouth and smiled. “It was alright. Boring.” He pouted at you. “You weren’t there.”

You grinned, too pleased, cheeks flushed ‘cause even after a month of officially being his girl, Eddie still flirted with you like it was the first day of camp.

“You’re soft,” you told him but you wouldn’t have it any other way. It certainly wasn’t a complaint.

“I know,” Eddie groaned, eyes rolling but he was smiling too, all faux dramatics. “It’s disgusting, right?”

His foot knocked against yours under the table and you sipped your soda to hide your giddiness. Eddie made you feel fit to burst with the way he looked at you, with those eyes, full lips curling into a smile that was just for you.

“The worst,” you lied. “Wanna go back to mine?” You asked as he finished off his sandwich, “be disgusting together?”

Eddie didn’t wait for his change, throwing down some bills on the table before he grabbed your hand and all but dragged you back to your apartment, stealing kisses at the crosswalks.

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abeinginsand · 26 days

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Wip wednesday s2 epilogue fic wip ---- Lincoln’s hand is heavy on Normal’s shoulder as he gives him a reassuring pat and grins. Soft freckles cover his face, decorating his nose and dimples, only interrupted by his small, trimmed beard. His voice is light and affectionate as he says,“I have to help pack up for the night. But, it was really good to see you guys.” And not even two minutes later, the star of the dance floor, Scary, chimes in too. “Yeah, we should really meet up again soon–” She shares a look with her husband, halfway into a suppressed laugh as she keeps talking. The disco ball’s rays shimmer on their matching rings and toothy smiles. Normal hopes the dim light is hiding his grimace.

He’d missed the wedding, but he kept the invite clean and tucked away in an old box at the back of his closet. The reunion invite almost went there too until his therapist….and mostly Hero convinced him. ‘It was only fair,' she’d said, nudging him with her elbow and then helping him carry in an old dresser into his apartment. ‘Since you convinced me to go to mine!’ Normal remembers giving his sister a half hearted laugh, and ignoring the lingering, concerned gaze she shot him between her teasing and nudging. Shaking off the memory, the man zones back into his old friend’s chatter. “--The Sonics is still around! Maybe they kept the wanted poster up there too…” He watches a few loose strands of dyed hair stick out and curl near her face. Instead of tucking them gently back behind her ears, the former student fiddles with the lint in his pants pocket and musters a response. “Yeah, sounds nice.” Then, he waits for Taylor to chime in too, loud and confident, but instead, he hears the music transition and a few chairs being pushed in the distance. The brown-haired man looks over to see Taylor fiddling with a black beaded bracelet. He is looking down, hair blocking his expression, until Link gives him a pat on the shoulder too. And as the shorter man looks up–face shifting from blank to a smug smirk as he accepts the invite–Normal thinks he looks more like Hermie than he ever has before. --- The fic prompt I have for this is 'After the reunion, Taylor and Normal have a little moment to talk in the parking lot' so that's where the wip would lead if continued

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concord-and-cliches · 1 year

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disco furlysium. sorry.

[id in alt text and under the cut--sketches also under the cut!]

[ID: A Disco Elysium fancomic featuring Kim Kitsuragi and Harry Du Bois portrayed as cartoony animal people. Kim is a black cat and Harry is a brown dog. Panel One: Kim and Harry are standing next to one another. Harry is holding a flashlight. Panel Two: Harry turns on the flashlight, and Kim leaps for the beam of light that results with a wide-eyed expression. Panel Three: The flashlight has been turned off. Kim is on the floor with a defeated expression, and Harry looks at him with a neutral expression.

A Disco Elysium fancomic featuring Kim Kitsuragi and Harry Du Bois portrayed as cartoony animal people. Kim is a black cat and Harry is a brown dog. Panel One: Kim, smiling, holds a hand up for an Ace's High. Panel Two: Kim, still smiling, waits for Harry to reciprocate. Harry looks at Kim's hand with some confusion. Panel Three: Accompanied alongside text that reads: "Thought Gained: Ace's High(?)", Harry leans his head over so he can be pet. He is smiling and his tail is wagging. Kim's expression has gone from smiling to confused.

A drawing of Andre (aka Pete Andre), Egg Head (aka Germaine van der Wijk), and Noid (aka Karl Holtzmann) as a wolf pack. Andre is smiling and waving, Noid has a thoughtful closed-eyes expression, and Egg Head is cheering in the back. Tiago, as a cat, is in the rafters. Soona Luukanen-Kilde, as a rabbit, is at her radiocomputer with an annoyed expression.

A drawing of Acele Berger as a (silver) bird with a neutral expression, Lawrence Garte as a bird (skua) with an annoyed expression, and Klaasje Amandou as a cat with a cigarette in her hand and a smile.

A drawing of Elizabeth Beaufort as a cat with a neutral expression, Ruby the Instigator as a (lone) wolf with a determined expression, and Titus Hardie as a (guard) dog with a smug expression. /end ID]

#contra art #comic #fanart #disco elysium #harry du bois #kim kitsuragi #disco elysium fanart #de fanart #harrier du bois #kimharry #harrykim #also featuring the speedfreaks and soona and tiago and garte and klaasje and elizabeth and ruby and titus. good lird

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Only Friends Music EP5 (part 1/2)

The Extra Hour

Another installment of the Only friends music series. The details continue to be amazing, all praise Jojo.

Quick recap, music is used in three different ways:

Just background music (Background) - It’s important and creates an atmosphere, like using Disco Frog for Mew and Cheum’s chat at the bar. These I will not use unless I see a theme or something important later.

Playing with Music (Playful) - It’s like body language, the music will pause, start up, move along faster or slower. It's intentionally moving with what is happening on screen.

Verbal/Vocal - Music that is telling us things. It could be songs that have names that seem important or have lyrics that may or may not be in the show. If there are lyrics I will include them, but will specify if they are in OF, and where they start and stop.

Master List here, in my pinned post. These will be long and split into parts, mostly because of lyrics and Music players. Written after EP6 came out, so some EP6 spoilers.

Thank you @rocketturtle4 and @shouldiusemyname for help editing and song lyrics.

[1/4]

Song: Happiest I’ve Ever Been by Big Girl Scene: Ray and Sand are domestic in the kitchen Type: Vocal

Lyrics not in the show (transcribed by me):

And I haven’t cut my hair since I walked through the door It's never been quite this long before Taking some time to get all settled in And I’m the happiest I've ever been I never thought that I’d move out of town There’s something about this place that holds me down Made some mistakes but I can start again And I’m the happiest I’ve ever been I’m grateful to know you So grateful to show you All the things that I’ve been holding deep within Love is complicated That times I feel frustrated But I know that in the end Our love will win And I’m the happiest I’ve ever been I never thought that dreams could really come true I never thought I’d ever find someone like you We lose our way but always lean back in And I’m the happiest I’ve ever been (x3)

This song starts as Sand cracks an egg into a frying pan and makes breakfast, an act of service and time for Ray. In the voice over, Sand had just described how his most precious thing is time, it keeps running like an hourglass, but Ray gives him one more turn. Now, he’s choosing to give that time to Ray by making breakfast. Today, Ray isn't an intruder demanding precious time from a reluctant Sand. Today, Sand is happily giving Ray his time.

Two important themes in this song are resilience and connection. Ray’s need for connection was front and center in the last episode, when we saw Mew and Ray’s past. Last episode Sand and Ray started to build their connection, their relationship, but it's foundation is built on sand, and once it rains and the waters rise, the house will fall. This unsteadiness will continue to be a theme this episode.

The second theme of the song is resilience. Love and relationships can and will be tough, but the song seems to allude to the fact that if they can find their way back together, then their love could survive.

Song: Tell Me Something New (Tigerblood Jewel Remix) by Wellness Scene: Kitchen sex Type: Vocal

Lyrics not in show:

I waited for someone to save I wanna tell you something new You drove us both into a wall I drive away into the night And I, contemplate for a while (Chorus) Don’t you think it would be for the best If I packed my stuff and leave sooner than this Don’t you think it would’ve been for the best If I packed my stuff and leave sooner than this Don’t you wish I would’ve been someone else I wanna fill your gaps without making a mess And you, won’t you tell me something new I wanna tell you something new I wish you all the best I can But I stop myself for a while I’m sayin things I don’t believe The panic’s rising up in me And you, why won’t you tell me something new (Chorus)x2

Last episode we touched on the song, Almost the Same. “Without the words, feelings unheard, can be just as sincere. Something’s not right.” Their relationship isn’t quite right yet, they have not fixed their root problems, in this case, Mew and Ray’s past. Sand is unwilling to touch the subject of Mew, while Ray is unwilling to touch the subject of who they are to each other, because they fear their budding relationship will crumble around them.

Tell Me Something New is a prophetic song for the end of Ep5 and 6 from Sand’s point of view. Sand took his time to save Ray, only to find out that Ray really did have a past with “The glasses boy”. He thinks that Ray is using him to fill the gaps left by Mew. After they drive into that wall, Sand thinks that maybe it was all a waste of time and they’re unable to make a connection again and really Talk about it. If they had talked, and told each other “something new” before the end of this episode, they might have been strong enough to withstand Boston.

I’m sayin things I don’t believe The panic’s rising up in me And you, why won’t you tell me something new

Later, they will be hurting, and Sand will protect himself by saying things he doesn't believe. But, for now, we get something nice.

Song: I Wanna Get High On You by Elwin Scene: Top and Mew go on a bike date Type: Vocal

Lyrics in the show:

Feelin’ in my bones I can feel it in my veins Hands in the sky I can feel the winds of change You live and you learn And I hope I’ve seen enough To make something right And make up for what I’ve lost I was down but things are looking up I wanna get high…

Lyrics continue, not in show:

(I wanna get high) on you Caught by surprise by you Want you to make my heart feel As much as I know it should I wanna get high on you …. Things turned around Didn’t ever think they could I’m done with the bad I need a little bit of good Set out in the world Like everything is new Stepped on a path That lead straight to you I was down but things are looking up (chorus)

If this is from Top’s perspective then it's telling how he's replacing the high from drugs and the pleasure from being a playboy with the high he gets from being with Mew.

Top’s song, Lonely Party from EP1, talks about needing someone to find him a soul and a purpose in life, that he’s lonely even though he’s surrounded by people. Here with Mew, he’s feeling free, feeling different with Mew. It might not be love, but for now he wants to keep Mew around while experiencing this high. Mew is introducing him to a fulfilling high, the likes of which he has never experienced before, and all the more fragile for it, whether or not Top knows it.

If viewed from Mew’s perspective, he thinks he’s learned enough to go forward. That he’s ready to try to fall in love, ready to feel that new high.

Either way, they’re asking the other to make them feel something more, “make my heart feel as much as I know it should”. From Mew, he knows of love from books, as for Top, we do know it has been a while since he’s even cared about another person’s pleasure in bed. So they both seem to be chasing a high that they believe the other can give.

Song: Next Station by I’MIN Scene: Top and Mew continue their biking date after sitting for a while Type: Vocal

No Lyrics heard in the show, translation by google translate:

Verse 1: The emotions mixed in the sighs Just as when we meet and intersect, we become lost, I can't figure out what to do And on the passing road, for a short and long time Even though everything around me has changed The destination is always the same Pre-chorus: Maybe you can feel the pressure that I been living on I can say that it’s been on my mind but I’m moving along Chorus: The emotions mixed in the sighs actually Just like you can't figure out where to go when you meet and cross paths, Just like you can't figure out where to go Maybe one day, maybe one day it’ll feel alright Verse 2: chasing something that disappeared As you go, before you know it With a nonchalant expression I walked for a while Like a handle stuck on a train Like those worn out chairs Sometimes I want to stay still for a while Pre-chorus: Maybe you can feel the pressure that I been living on I can say that it’s been on my mind but i’m moving along Chorus and Outro: In the passing light Among the scattered people Behind the approaching expressions Maybe one day, Maybe one day it’ll feel alright (X2)

Thanks to I'MIN for responding to me on Instagram for the lyrics!

Music starts after Top says “I am happy! As long as he doesn’t mess with me” and they get up to continue to bike. Music stops as Mew gets hit and his glasses break. Beginning the metaphor of Mew’s “sight” being taken away. Top could be feeling pressure from everyone but Mew to be perfect and a stereotypical ‘top’, and here he can try for a day where it feels alright.

Song: Falling Through Scene: Sand refuses to drive with Ray/The motorcycle ride Type: Vocal, Playful

Lyrics heard in show:

Some day you’ll rise And come into a field of view Be visible to a few

Lyrics not in show:

Some day you’ll rise You said that an angel will illuminate the sky But my reflection is slowly fading out In the vision of you and I I’m missing every moment with you And I’ll be waiting Waiting here for you I feel this is too good to be true But times are changing I’m falling, falling through Summer moved on I followed every trace of you Grasping every mem’ of you You said you were sorry but I know you had to leave And maybe that’s why I’ve been fading out At least that’s how I feel I’m missing every moment with you And I’ll be waiting Waiting here for you I feel this is too good to be true But times are changing I’m falling, falling through Some day you’ll rise and some day you’ll see That I’ve been waiting, I’m waiting here I’m waiting here for you Some day you’ll rise And come into the field of view Be visible to a few Some day you’ll rise

This song plays twice. The first time is after Sand says “I don’t trust you with my life” which does hurt Ray. The moment passes quickly, but Ray sees that Sand doesn’t think of him as someone who can be trusted, an emergency contact.

Ray doesn't want to be a burden, he's got a car, air conditioning, why not use it and use him to go places? Ray is used to using his house, money, alcohol, as incentive to get people to be with him, like when he was trying to get Sand and the girl Sand was with to come keep him company. Or the song (Stay) True from EP3 when Sand and Ray make out in the car.

I've got camels and candy I can be your daddy … I've got cigarettes and brandy Which could come in handy If you just help me loosen up my hand grenade’s fuse

Ray's whining might seem like he's unwilling to go on the bike, but I wonder if it's because he wants to be useful. If Sand takes away his usefulness, what value does he have? Meanwhile, Sand might actually have only wanted to show Ray how his life is.

The guitar starts to play as Ray agrees to go with Sand. Another song, La Chapelle Dormant, plays while Ray and Sand tease each other for a moment. Falling Through starts properly as they drive off.

"Some day you’ll rise" the imagery of the sun rising brings to mind Ray. Specifically, Ray rising out of the darkness of his depression or rising above where he thinks he is, a burden on society, someone who only knows how to spend money, to be who he wants to be.

Ray wants to be a good friend, a dependable person, a happy person with true connections with the people around him. Ray wants to be an emergency contact. This faux date gives Ray a glimpse of a day where his money or material possessions are not the priority or his appeal. Sand is showing him that Ray can have fun, be valuable just as himself.

(Or it could be hinting at the song "Burst to life" in EP6, the song that plays while he's taring into everyone at the bar. But more on that in EP6. )

Even while they’re having fun together, the music tells us how they are still on unsteady ground in an undefined relationship, Sand waiting for it all to fall through and he’ll fade. The line, “I feel this is too good to be true” calls back to the song, The Happiest I’ve Ever Been earlier in the show:

I never thought that dreams could really come true I never thought I’d ever find someone like you

Both songs are optimistic, both songs have faith in love getting them through to the bad times, getting them through the night.

[2/4]

Song: Faster Car by Loving Caliber Scene: Top fixes Mew’s glasses in the café Type: Vocal

Song plays very very quietly in the background and the lyrics sound very muffled, which adds to the ambience of the cafe scene.

Lyrics “heard” in show:

I've been feeling so small Watch the clock ticking off the wall But tonight I'm letting it go Spend my coin for show I'm gonna be myself Or I could be someone else No one's stopping me now I'm gonna skip my breaks I'm gonna make mistakes I just wanna feel alive It's just what I do when I'm out so Try not to hold me down Feel alive when I'm in this town Look at those beautiful stars I wanna drive a faster car Nothing can break me No, no, nothing can break me Try not to hold me down Feel alive when I'm in this town Look at those beautiful stars I wanna take a trip to Mars Nothing can break me, No, no, nothing can break me Look at those beautiful stars I wanna drive a faster car Lay my troubles to rest Blow the smoke through my cigarette City lights looking fine And I know that this is my time now I'm gonna be myself Or I could be someone else No one's stopping me now I'm gonna skip my breaks I'm gonna make mistakes I just wanna feel alive It's just what I do when I'm out so

Song starts with the scene, Top is fixing Mew’s glasses. Mew’s blind now, his way of “reading” is gone, and he’s relying on Top to fix it. In this episode we're seeing Mew letting off the brakes, ready to go faster in this relationship.

The line, “I’m gonna make mistakes” and the earlier song I Wanna Get High On You, saying “You live and you learn, And I hope I’ve seen enough” are interesting because one is accepting that mistakes are going to happen, but the other almost mirrors Mew’s surety that he knows how to read people.

From Top’s point of view, he could be himself, or he could be what Mew wants him to be. Going back to Lonely Party from EP1 again with the lyric “You gotta help me find a soul”, Top seems to be only known for being Top-tier, and with Mew he doesn’t need to be that, but he does need to be what Mew wants. So even now it feels like he may not be his real (sober) self. Though what his real self looks like is debatable, on one hand, Top seems to be a critique of “tops” in the BL genre. He’s rich, handsome, strong, experienced and possessive. On the other, he seems to have a hard time saying no to pleasure, given how hard it is for him to say no to Boston in the earlier episodes. An earlier theory discussed with friends was the idea that Top was so numb from drugs that he just let things happen to him. Whether or not this is true, he still seems disconnected from himself. It will be interesting to see how his character arc and background unfolds in the second half of the series.

Song: So Perfect by Lindsey Abraham Scene: Top and Mew at the cafe, talking about glasses Type: Vocal

Top says, “I like you better looking like a nerd.” and the song starts when Mew retorts “Whatever happened to worrying about my eyesight?” and the music pauses while Top explains that he does want Mew to see him clearly, but the glasses make Mew look both cute and sexy. The song continues playing as Mew blushes. Top is saying all the “perfect” things to make Mew feel good, while nudging Mew to do something he wants Mew to do.

Song: Minimal Meaning by Marten Moses Scene: Top pays and Mew feels insecure Type: Verbal

Mew notices something a little off with the waiter when he hands off the check, and abruptly feels insecure. He rubs his arm in a self soothing gesture as Top pays the bill, seemingly unaware of what Mew is thinking. Is Mew looking for meaning when there is none? Either way the music conveys Mew’s feeling of unease.

Song: Sunset beach by White Bones Scene: Boston notices Nick’s change in appearance. Type: Background

The song is funky which is a departure from Nick and Boston’s normal genre. This genre shift paired with the piano chords of the song Strong Bonds that play while they’re in the pool hints at Boston’s feelings for Nick might be stronger than he’s willing to admit. Strong Bonds pauses while Nick asks about Boston’s other partners and continues as Boston talks to Nick about being recorded by Gap. The music builds as Nick tells Boston it serves him right, and Boston kisses Nick playfully. Boston goes on to talk about not sleeping around, how it feels empty lately. Boston might not be realizing his bond with Nick is making that feel empty. This is the first time Boston has talked to Nick without Nick having to sulk first.

Song: With You It’s Different by Blue Topaz (again) Scene: Boston and Nick in the Pool Type: Vocal

Starts to play when Boston says “There’s only you” and they kiss. Last time this played was with Top and Mew in the shower, Top saying he cares about Mew’s pleasure.

With You It’s Different, Nick is different for Boston, he feels safe, accepting of Boston’s worst sides, and Boston can be affectionate. There is a bond, but Boston is unable to or unwilling to put words to what he actually wants Nick to be since he’s assuming he’s moving to NYC after college.

Song: Minimal Meaning by Marten Moses (again) Scene: Top looking at Boston in the pool Type: Vocal

The same song that plays in the café while Mew is insecure about the waiter and Top. Here it starts when Top sees Boston with Nick, mirroring his unease about what Boston might be planning with getting close to Nick.

Continue to EP5 part two

Master List

#only friends meta #only friends the series #ofts #only friends music #only friends ost #Plant's OFTS Music #only friends ep5 #SoundCloud

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it-happened-one-fic · 5 months

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500 Followers Playlist Starter Pack: The Twisted Wonderland Version!

Thank you so much!!! I'm afraid I don't have time to do a full event (Christmas and all that jazz) but I did want to say thank you to everyone so I came up with this! I have a habit of listening to music while writing so I used few songs (I aimed for four each but didn't always make it) from my playlists to form sort of a starter pack under the cut! Again, thank you so much!!!

(NOTE: The links go to Youtube)

Genshin Impact Playlist Starter Pack

Riddle Rosehearts:

New Rules - Dua Lipa

Come Along - Pentatonix

Oh No! - MARINA

Black Roses - Charli XCX (includes cursing)

Trey Clover:

Sugar Sugar - The Archies

Gambling Man - The Overtones

Home - Philip Philips

Honey Bee - Blake Shelton

Cater Diamond:

The Tracks of My Tears - Smokey Robinson and The Miracles

Call Me - Blondie

Sweet Nothing - Calvin Harris (feat. Florence Welch)

Dance the Night - Dua Lipa

Ace Trappola:

Troublemaker - Olly Murs (feat. Flo Rida)

Jessie’s Girl - Rick Springfield

I Think We’re Alone Now - Tiffany

Fire Alarm - Castlecomer

Deuce Spade:

Waiting for a Star to Fall - Boy Meets Girl

Somebody to You - The Vamps

Hey Look Ma’ I Made It - Panic! at the Disco

Never Gonna Give You Up - Rick Astley

Leona Kingscholar:

Send Them Off! - Bastille

Stay Frosty Royal Milk Tea - Fall Out Boy

We Don’t Have to Dance - Andy Black

Power Over Me - Dermot Kennedy

Ruggie Bucchi

Roll To Me - Del Amitri

Two Princes - Spin Doctors

The Way I Are - Timbaland, Keri Hilson, & D.O.E

Follow Me - Uncle Kracker

Jack Howl

Silver Night - The Rasmus

I Really Like You - Carly Rae Jepsen

Right Here Waiting - Richard Marx

I Will Never Let You Down - Rita Ora

Azul Ashengrotto:

Material Girl - Madonna

Stay With Me - Sam Smith

I’d Really Love to See You Tonight - England Dan & John Ford Coley

Diamonds - Sam Smith

Jade Leech:

Curses - The Crane Wives

She Will Be Loved - Maroon 5

Staring At You - Diane Birch

Break the Ice - Britney Spears

Floyd Leech

Out of My League - Fitz and the Tantrums

Bad Word - Panicland

Rag Doll - Aerosmith

I Was Made For Dancin’ - Leif Garrett

Kalim Al-Asim

Golden - Harry Styles

Budapest - George Ezra

Boogie Shoes - KC & The Sunshine Band

I Should Be So Lucky - Kylie Minogue

Jamil Viper:

Can’t Remember to Forget You - Shakira & Rihanna

Power & Control - MARINA

Just One Yesterday - Fall Out Boy & Foxes

Move Your Body - Sia

Vil Schoenheit:

You Make Me Feel - Cobra Starship (feat. Sabi)

Vogue - Madonna

Young and Beautiful - Lana Del Rey

Pretty in Pain - Diane Birch

Rook Hunt:

The Look of Love, Pt. 1 - ABC

Come To My Window - Melissa Etheridge

I Will Follow Him - Peggy March

Happy Together - The Turtles

Epel Felmier:

Bad Reputation - Joan Jett & The Blackhearts (cursing)

Take Me Home, Country Roads - John Denver

Cooler Than Me - Mike Posner

So What - P!nk (cursing)

Idia Shroud:

Something About Us - Daft Punk

Come Inside of My Heart - IV of Spades

He’s So Shy - The Pointer Sisters

Heavy In Your Arms - Florence and the Machine

Ortho Shroud:

Electric Angel - Hatsune Miku

One More Time - Daft Punk

Malleus Draconia:

I Found - Amber Run

Deeper than the Night - Olivia Newton John

Disturbia - Rihanna

Bad Habits - Ed Sheeran

Lilia Vanrouge:

I Love the Nightlife (Disco Round) - Alicia Bridges

Raise Your Glass - P!nk

Saturn - Sleeping at Last

We are Family - Sister Sledge

Silver:

Fireflies - Owl City

(They Long To Be) Close To You - Carpenters

When You Say Nothing At All - Allison Krauss & Union Station

Son Of Man - Phil Collins (From Disney's Tarzan)

Sebek Zigvolt:

The Glory of Love - Peter Cetera

Head Over Heels - Tears for Fears

You Belong With Me - Taylor Swift

Shout - Tears for Fears

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Chapter 8: Visiting Hours

Summary: Danny gets to go to the library, Jason meets the baby, Dicks co workers thought they saw this coming, and Clark talks to the boys.

Come read on Ao3

This chapter took a while but here it is!

Warning this chapter dose include this Fics mandatory dick joke but its one and pretty short.

Ok Serious warnings, This chapter includes more mentions of Dannys injuries, References to past child abuse and trauma. This chapter also includes a bit of self digression. If any of this makes you uncomfortable please feel free to skip.

Dick woke up with a yawn. As he stretched his arms up over his head, he felt a weight tug and wiggle against his side. Looking down, he spotted a mop of messy jet black hair, sticking up off his son's (and yes dick had made that mental leap dammit) head as if defying gravity. After Danny’s display of power and their talk with Clark, Danny refused to let Dick leave his sight. He thought it was cute the way Danny clung to him.

The kid had obviously been touched-starved, melting at any sign of affection and Dick was glad to provide it last night but… But this morning he had to go into the station. He had already skipped yesterday and he could only have so many “family emergencies” in one year. Gordon would have his head if he was late.

Wait…. frick! Who was going to watch Danny? All his brothers either had school or work. Cass had a case she was working on, same with Steph, he… he can’t leave him with Jason. Don’t get him wrong, he loves Jaylad but they aren’t on the best of terms at the moment. B would drop whatever he had in a heartbeat but he can’t just leave Danny with Bruce. Danny can barely coexist in the man’s presence. He can’t ask Al. He’s got too much on his plate already.

Well, only one option left. Looks like he's gotta call Babs.

And as if on cue, seriously could Danny read his mind? Danny’s eyes flutter open as he pushes himself up. “ Pa? Good morning” Danny grumbles sleepily.

“Morning, North Star,” he ruffles Danny’s hair, sending the already chaotic mess in every direction. His chest swelling at the name. Danny had called him papa last night as he drifted off, it seemed like it stuck. “How would you feel if you got to spend the next few days hanging out at a library while I’m at work?”

“A library!? We can go! Really?” Danny shot up, eyes lighting up with excitement, the boy curls in a little pulling tension away from his stitches.

“Yes, buddy! Imma ask if my friend can watch ya for a bit. She works at the library. I'm sure she would love to have you.” Dick grabbed his phone.

You-Can’t-Hide-Your-Sins

Of course I would love to watch Danny

Disco-Never-Dies

I didn’t even..

You know what, whatever, thanks a ton babs I owe ya!

You-Can’t-Hide-Your-Sins

You can pay me back by making sure you pack that kid a lunch when you send him

Disco-Never-Dies

Np!

“ She said yes, we’re in the clear little man.” He ruffled the boy's hair again only for him to squeak in retaliation, but did not actually pull away from the touch. Dick hopped out of bed, wandering over to his closet as Danny hung on to his sleeve as he floated behind him.

Dick laid out the pieces of his uniform on his bed. Then he reached over by the night stand and pulled a bag off of the floor. Out of it, he pulled out a t-shirt that had a cartoon bear made of stars and a pair of sweatpants. He also laid out Danny some clean underwear and socks. Duke had dropped the bag off this morning, apparently he stopped by a little mom and pop clothing store that morning when he ran out to grab something for Al. Why the store was open at 4:30 am Dick will never know. Danny hovered, peaking over Dicks shoulder as he arranged their outfits for the day.

“Ok Danny, can you take your shirt off so I can clean your stitches?” Danny curled himself into a ball mid air, defensively clutching the shirt he had on in his hands. He was still so protective over his chest, he had trusted dick enough to sleep next to him but not to clean his wounds? “ We just need to clean the area with some alcohol wipes.I promise no more, no less.” He raised his hands into the air showing the pack of alcohol pads he held in one hand and the dry gauze in the other.

“Promise?” Danny asked, his voice low and soft. Like if someone overheard him the world would crumble.

“Yes, of course.” Dick thought for a minute about the boy's past instances about doing anything related to his chest himself.”Tell ya what, how about we do it together? Would it make you feel better if you got help?” Danny nodded. Dick scooped the boy out of the air and into his arm and made his way to the bathroom attached to his bedroom.

The rest of the boys' morning went relatively smoothly. Danny’s stitchings looked good. He let Danny dress himself in the bathroom. While he got into uniform, on the other side of the door in the room to give him some privacy, Dick helped Danny comb his hair, and then the boys brushed their teeth and headed down stairs. When they got downstairs, Alfred had packed Danny a To-go bag. It was in a black drawstring that Damian had brought home from school one day. Al had packed him lunch and some snacks. Dick couldn’t thank him enough.

Danny scarfed down his breakfast and he and Dick were off, borrowing Cass's car (she had picked up a car seat) and making their way to Gotham library.

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James was having a lovely morning, he really was. Shoot, he even decided that he was going to walk to the station this morning. You know, exercise and all that jazz. However, that nice peaceful morning was thrown out the window when Officer Grayson pulled up by the library as he was walking past.

Grayson just pulling up wasn't what ruined his morning. No, in fact, James thought Dick was a swell guy. It was when he walked around to his back seat and pulled out a kid ! Like a whole ass child. Young too, no way it was his youngest brother. And the kid was small, so very small. When did Bruce Wayne pick up a new kid? Was this the family emergency he called out for? His dad scooping up another kid? Grayson didn't even live at home any more. Why was it his problem?

“ Star shine if you don't calm down, you're gonna float away at this rate,” Dick giggled at the boy in his arms.

“But papa, I can't help it!” The boy jumped for joy as Dick set him down to lead him up the steps. “Do you think they're gonna have a book on the Mars rovers?” Wait a minute, Papa. Shit this wasn't just some kid his dad picked up, this was Grayson's kid. When the hell did he have a kid? He looked like he was what, maybe 3, and to his knowledge, Dick was still sleeping around.

“Ok Danny, one sec. Can I get a picture?” The boy, whose name is Danny apparently, whipped around an eager expression on his face, “ I'll be fast, promise. Then you can go have your day with Aunty Barbara.”

“Ok but just a quick one!” Danny smiled for the camera holding on to the straps of a drawstring backpack with excitement.

“ Ok got it! Have fun and be good, ok? If you need anything, you can have Babs call me, ok?” the boy nodded in agreement. “I'll come get you after work.” With that, Barbra opens the door to the library, gestring for the small boy to follow her inside. Dick walks back to his car, glancing over his shoulder at the library one more time before driving off.

James stood on the sidewalk, blankly staring off into space, trying to process what he had just witnessed. By the time he snapped out of it and checked his phone, there was no way he was going to make it to the station on time. There went his peaceful morning as now he was going to have to run to work!

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Danny followed the women through the doors and into the library. His core was humming with excitement as he tried his best to keep his feet on the ground. Danny took a moment to take in the size of the library, the multiple floors lined with books seeming to stretch for miles. He hopped in place, flapping his hands so fast he might generate enough lift to get him off the ground with that alone.

“Glad to see you're excited,” the woman chucked off to the side as she shut the door. “ Honestly you might give Jason a run for his money.”

“Which ones Jason agia-” Danny cut himself off as he turned to face Barbra. Her hair was red, like the warm tones of a sunset. Fuzzy memories danced through Danny's head of smiles and kind words, of safety, of warmth. He felt himself lift into the air; shoot, he wasn't supposed to do that. But she nevered cared. The one who made sure he got the feed. The one who sat by his side and held his hand when the yelling was too loud. He can't. Why can't he remember her name? Why did she leave? This isn't her. this woman's different. She's not-

“Danny, are you ok?” She asked in a calm voice, a hand outstretched,offering for him to take it. Danny scans her up and down, noticing the woman is on wheels, yet despite that Gotham wraps around her. She is one of hers so she's safe. She has to be safe. “ Danny, it's ok. I'm here.”

Red was safe.

Red was home.

Danny’s core screamed SAFE, LONGING, SAFE, TRUST, LIKE HER.

So Danny takes her hand, letting her guide him back to the ground. When his feet make contact, he remembered to breathe. “Your chair is cool.” He blurts out trying to break the tension.

“ I..oh.. my.. pfff” she chuckles, placing her hand over mouth in a attempt to hold the laughter in. A gentle smile settles on her face, “Are you alright? You kinda froze.”

“Yhea I’m sorry,” Danny tugs on the strings of the backpack, twirling them in his fingers. “ You just reminded me of someone for a sec. I'm sorry.”

To Danny’s relief, she seemed to move on from it pretty fast. “ We’ll let's get you set up for the day, hm? “ she rolled over to a group of tables set up behind the front desk of the library. It was probably meant so people could sit in the library to study. “ You can pick a table and set up shop. That way if you need me, I’ll be right here,” she gestured over to the raised front desk, “ Dick said you like to read,so if there’s anything you would like I would be more than happy to help you find it.”

Barbra took her place at the desk while Danny set up. He hung his bag on the back of his chair, pulling out the metal thermos of water he had been sent with. He placed it on the table so he would have it when he needed it. He remembered someone always nagging him that he needed to drink more water( as well as get more sleep, and study ect.) He asked her where the astronomy section was. She pointed him in the direction and off he marched. Scanning the shelf of slightly dusty books at his eye level, he still wanted to see if he could find a book on rovers.

When the books at eye level didn't seem to hold what he was looking for, Danny looked around, making sure no one else would see him forfeit gravity. He lifted into the air sitting with his legs crossed as he scanned the shelf. When he found a book, cataloging the building and launch of Spirit and Opportunity, the book was big, about the same size as his whole torso. But Danny didn't care, as he landed back on the ground and made his way back to the table with his new treasure.

Danny laid the book out on the table, his core humming with content excitement. He hadn't gotten to read much lately; not from what he could remember. So he buried his nose in his book, the sound of thunder rolling gently over the library.

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The day dragged on and on and Barbra was busier than she thought. Between helping Signal on his patrol and the watch parts that Tim sent her, she got pretty busy. So busy in fact that Danny pretty much went ignored all afternoon. Not that he seemed to mind. The boy sat at the table taking books back and forth from the self to the table. Even after Barba informed him he could just leave them on the cart and she would get them.

One or two other people stopped by early afternoon, Danny seeming to tense when he was walking by. Sad really,the poor boy. “Excuse me miss,” a male voice called from the front of the counter.

“Oh yes I’m sorry. How may I help you.” She tucked away the Tech she was working on.

“I need some help finding a book? I went and checked the cards but I can’t find it on the self.” The man in his 50s explained politely.

“I’ll be more than happy to help you find it. what book are you looking for?”

“It called—“

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Jason sat in his apartment reading a book on his couch, a rare occasion these days. But something itched at the back of his mind. This weird desire to go, protect, help. But where, Jason had no idea. He felt so restless.

He pulled out his phone scrolling threw last night’s group chat. His brother brought home a kid. Planned to keep sucker too; the whole family worked out his cover story late last night from the sound of it, though he was in pretty bad shape. He hated it when people targeted kids. He wouldn’t stand for it.

Wait,Babs said she was gonna watch him right? Maybe if Jason met the kid, he could get a lead on who’s skull he needs to cave in for thinking they can get away with torturing children. Maybe it will quit this never ending itch to go do something .

Jason changes into his civis, still Bolstering a leather jacket and a hidden gun. He hops on his bike and sets off for Gothams library.

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“Danny, what are you doing!” Barbra calls as she returns to the front of the library only to see Danny at the table tinkering with the watch. The busted watch that Tim had sent her because he couldn’t fix it.

“I…I!” Danny stuttered and froze a screwdriver in his hand.

Barbra Rolled over and snatched the device from the boy.” Danny! that could be dangerous what were you-“ she looks at the watch in her hand. The now fixed and working watch is in her hands. “Danny did you?”

“I’m *hic* sorry please I. I just wanted. Help” Danny started sniffing, tears falling down his cheeks as he held his arms up to shield himself. Did? Did he think she was going to hit him? Oh no.

“Danny I’m sorry for yelling. You fixed it! That’s amazing!” She set a hand gently on his, guiding his arms back into his lap. “ I was just worried you could have hurt yourself. I’m sorry for snapping.” He held his eye shut,still leaning away like he was waiting, waiting for something Barbra would never dare do. “How did you know how to fix it? Do you like fixing stuff like this?”

“I’m sorry I just….” His breath was shaky as he opened his eyes and fiddled with his hands. “ I just. I fix stuff, I like to fix stuff I used to help sometimes I just.” His breath picking up again almost to the point of hyperventilating.

“Hey it’s ok. Thank you for helping me. I appreciate it. How about next time you just ask first ok?”

“Mhm I…I can do that.”

“ Ok how about we have some lunch hmm? I heard Al packed it. He would be sad if you didn’t eat it.”

“Ok Yhea, I can eat.”

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You-Can’t-Hide-Your-Sins

The van is definitely connected to Danny. The watch that me and Tim couldn’t figure out. The kid just fixed it in the 10 minutes it took for me to help someone find a book.

Caffeine-High is typing…

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Dick walked in through the front doors giving the receptionist a polite nod as he made his way to the check-in clock.

“Officer Grayson! Good to see you’ve made it in time.” The commissioner called from his office that was down the hall from where the check-in clock was, his door wide open.

“Yhea, I’m sorry about yesterday,” Dick gave the man an apologetic smile, “ I had a bit of a situation I had to take care of.”

“ It’s quite alright, emergencies happen. However Officer Grayson, your reports are still due by the end of the night.” The older man said, his voice gave away no malice.

“Yes sir. I’ll be sure to have them in.” Great. Now he would have to stay cooped up at the station. He was hoping to at least get to go on patrol. After all, he wanted to swing by that alley in the daylight to look for any more clues to where Danny had come from. From the looks of it, he was gonna have to see if Duke could make time.

Hours rolled on with Dick filling out his reports and paperwork. And on top of that, he was also reviewing some of his colleagues’ reports as well. A few of Gothams police officers aren’t above tweaking reports for their own gain.

“Hey Grayson, so when were you gonna show us your little guy?” James leaned up against the side of Dick’s desk leaning on both of his arms. Dick quickly closed the reports he had been checking.

“Ok wait, hold on there Kirk, first of all, I don’t typically swing that way. Second of all, we’re at work man. I’m not just gonna whip it out. Third of all-“

“No! Oh my God,no. Your kid man! When were you gonna tell us you had a kid? “ The sudden shout had caught the attention of all of the officers in the office space.

“I um uhh-“ Dick stumbled over what to say. What in the world was Officer Kirk talking about.

“Grayson has a kid!?” one of the other officers rushed his desk. “Since when?”

“Guys I-” James cut Dick off again.

“Must have been for a hot minute . Saw him dropping the kid off at the library. Kids gotta be like 3 or 4.” Shit this wasn't happening, not yet. Dick was gonna claim Danny anyway but he hoped he had more time to get the paperwork in order for the cover story.

“Look guys I just,” the other officers gathered around his desk. Those who weren't were doing a terrible job at pretending they weren't listening.

“I wanna see the baby!” Georgia rushed his desk, pushing through the small group to get to the front.”Show us a picture!”

Dick stuck his hands up in the air leaning back in his chair away from the ecstatic women who rushed his desk. “ He’s not exactly a baby, guys.”

“I don’t care, you do have photos don’t you?” Of course dick had photos he took plenty yesterday but those were the only ones he had. But if he had all those photos of Dami he always showed, and none of his supposed son.

Dang it photos it was. “ Fine, fine just give me a second.” Dick pretended like he couldn’t find the photo app given him enough time to send a text saying that whatever cover story they had they were going to have to stick to it because the cats were out of the bag. “Oh and here we go!” He turned his phone around the image of Danny he took this morning on his screen.

A rupture of coos and complaints followed. “He looks just like you!” she leaned into the phone. “ his nose is different though and his freckles! Oh my look at him!”

“What's all this commotion?” Gordan barked as he made his way into the office space.

“ oh nothing just that Grayson has been hiding the cutest little munchkin.” Officer Georgia Leimon bounced on her heels.

“ A munchkin?” The commissioner questioned. Dick wasn’t exactly hiding Damian, in fact he showed him off like a-

“Yhea Grayson has joined the dad club.” Kirk added. “How the mighty have fallen.”

“Get back to work, all of you.” He said exasperated, dick felt him, sometimes the station felt more like a high school then a police station with all the drama.

“ Grayson, may I talk to you?” The commissioner asked, a hand placed on his shoulder after everyone had gone about their business.

“Yes sir,” dick stood, his stance slumped. He was so tired his muscles were still aching from the bust before he found Danny. His shoulder felt awkward in its socket where Danny had grabbed him in panic.

Gordan led dick back to his office, closing the door Behind him. “ you look tired son,” gordan said gesturing for dick to sit down on the opposite side of his desk. Dick took him up on the offer.

“You have no idea,” dick chuckled to himself. It's not the first time dicks come to work half dead and most likely won't be the last. Especially not until they figure out where Danny came from.

“I understand new babies can be hard, if you-” the older man began.

“Dannys not a baby,” dick released a breath sinking into the chair. “ He's about 6 actually, I only found out about him the other day.”

“Oh? If you don't mind me asking why only now. I know you well enough to know if you did have a kid you would never shut up about him.”

Here go’s nothing, dick pulls out his phone, sending the group chat a quick text saying the story made its way to Gordon. Then he pulls up the photo album he had( yea he already made Danny his own folder sue him) of danny on his phone. Handing the phone to the older man. “ I met his mother when we're teenagers, she never told me she got pregnant. After a bit she just cut contact I just figures she was done with me. Apparently, she had Danny in secret and married some guy. “ Dick elapsed his hand over his knees. “She didn't want Danny but I guess she felt obligated to keep him, lets just say that didn't exactly lead to the best environment.”

“So how did you find out about him?” the older man asked gently. Gordan could tell by looking at the boy that he was not well taken care of. He was small for a boy his age, And his wrist to thin, his eyes had heavy bags, and his skin was pale.

“ His uncle took him, rescued him even. Then the guy called me, I have no idea how he got my number. He called me saying that he had my son and he was bad and he needed me.” Dick began to fidget with the sleeve of his uniform. “ Even if there was a chance Danny wasn't mine I couldn't just leave this kid there so I drove to meet him the night before I called off. When I got there I just knew, I took one look at him and knew he was mine.” A soft smile crossed his lips,” took him for a check up and the blood work all but confirmed it.”

“and when you say he wasn’t in the best environment, is that affecting him?” Gordon handed dick his phone content with the pictures he saw.

“You have no idea,” dick chuckled grimly. “ obviously other than the lack of nutrition and him being way too small for his age, he’s kind of sickly and his socialization is totally messed up. He’s clingy and easily scared. He doesn’t really understand normal social cues. And that not even getting in to all the signs of abuse-“ dick stops himself

taking a shaky breath.

“I’m sorry that sounds difficult ,” Gordon try to reassure him.

“Yeah I just… I just wish I got to him sooner” dick couldn’t bring himself to look the older man in the eyes. He was supposed to be a cop, he was supposed to be a hero, yet Danny managed to slip through the cracks. Something so terrible happened right under his nose.

“Don’t beat yourself up Grayson, you couldn’t have know. What matters is you're here for him now.”

“Yeah well we’re on the topic I really need my weekend off, you know normally I don’t mind coming in but we’re still trying to get him settled.”

“Yes of course, if you don’t mind me asking where is he now?”

“He’s actually spending the day with Barbra at the library, little man loves books.” Dick smile returns his shoulders releasing some tension he didn’t realize he was holding.

“Perfect, I was going to go out to dinner with her anyway. We can go together. I would love to meet your son.”

“Yeah ok,” dick said, doing his best not to internally panic. “Just um come get me when you're ready to head out I dove today.”

“Of course,” he got up, walking out of the office and shutting the door behind him.

Shiiiiiiiiiit

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Jason’s head was fuzzy, something rumbling in his chest. He parks his bike behind the library tucked away from prying eyes. He locks it just in case.

He then walked to the front, something scratching at his mind to go. Something telling to find. No matter what he did he was having a hard time ignoring it as the storm that had been brewing finally decided to drizzle. Forcing him to the entrance faster in fear of being soaked. As he crosses the threshold he spy’s a suspicious amount of tennagers all cluttered around the tables that take up the library’s open space. One of the schools must be doing a big project or something. Danny is nowhere to be seen amongst the hoards of students. He sends a wave to babs who seem Stuck helping groups of teens find books. She shoots him a smile and then gives a nod Towards one of the isles of books.

That must be where Danny went. As Jason makes his way through the strangely dimly lit corridor, the static in his head reduces itself to a soft hum in the back of his ears. He sees a small figure in the distance back turned as they gaze off into Gotham's dark stormy sky through a bay window. As he moves forward quietly and slowly, he doesn't realize he's holding his breath until a cool chill shocks him forcing him to take a gasp of air. Before Jason can even blink-

~Thunk~

Something metal crashes in his skull as he fumbles to catch it in his surprised state. Holding the object in his hand, he realizes that it is one of Tim's thermoses. Did? Did the kid just throw a thermos at his head… he slowly trails his gaze back to the window. Ice blue eyes staring into his soul. The boy before him propping himself up on one hand, his other still outstretched like it froze the minute the metal container left his hand. He's panting his whole body shaking like a newborn foul. Princkling cold stabs at the back of his neck. The noise in his head screaming mine, scared, fix, mine.

Thunder rolls threw the clouds outside the window framing the boy's shaky state. O̴̙͑ú̸̮r̸̝̈́ś̷̠ ̶͕̍ . The static from the storm corrects. A presser Jason was holding in his chest released as Danny leaned back still shaking but instead of fear, it was with the strain of holding back tears. Jason stepped forward, his hand out reached and Danny leaned in to meet it . A silent conversation passes between the two as they make contact.

ᴴᵘʳᵗ, ˢᶜᵃʳᵉᵈ

Safe, ours

ᵀᶦʳᵉᵈ, ᴳᵒⁿᵉ

Safe, same , here

They said nothing yet everything as Jason continued forward his body meeting Danny's at the seat to the bay window as he pulled the boy into a hug. If Jason could he would shield him forever. Something deep inside him sang. This boy was important, this boy was home, this boy was meant to be safe. As Danny went slack with exhaustion, Jay loosened his grip, sliding off his jacket and draping it over the child's shoulders. Pulling the kid into his chest as he joins him on the soft surface, gently guiding his head to rest in his chest.

Tears trickled down Danny's face as he tugged on Jay's shirt. “ I'm so sorry, I'm so so sorry.” the boy mumbles softly and Jasons knows it's not just about the thermos that he threw at him. It is deeper, a sorrow that Jason feels with every fiber of his being as Danny's hand easily finds the spot on his head where the crowbar hit him, to the center if his autopsy is scar, even without being able to see it. He feels seen, an apology so sincere ,as Jason rubs his hands along Danny back doing his best to get the boy to sleep.

“Me to kid, me to.” Jason finally manages to choke out as the kids' eyes flutter shut. Jason takes his other hand as wipes away his cold tears from the boy's cheeks. The rain pattering against the window pain. Jason welcomes the sound like an old friend.

After all the rain had been the first thing to greet him as he clawed his way out of the dirt. When his lungs were full of soil and he couldn't even scream, it had been the rain that came to welcome him.

Jason's eyes finally felt heavy danny's bone deep

exhaustion becoming contagious, for the first time since he clawed his way out his grave His head is quiet. He goes to close Danny's abandoned book. A white flower adorns the page.

White Chrysanthemums

These flowers are often left at graves as a sign of grief and lamentation……

His eyes trail the first few lines and he shuts the book. A deep Sigh escaped his chest. With the rain, his new nephew and the newfound silence, for the first time he truly rests.

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Clark hovered in front of Lois’s door unsure of how to break the current situation to Jon. He already called Lois the other night telling her to keep the boy home from school and he had been pretty bummed. He always looks forward to his classes with Damian now that they both went to Gotham Academy. But how does he explain this? Even he doesn't have all the details. Kon already shut down according to ma locking himself in his room, culled up under his covers. He doesn't want to freak out jon too, but he needs to make sure he doesn't go sneaking off.

Lois flings the door open eyeing Clark with a disappointment look, “ please don't tell me buces is

Brooding is contagious. Is not a very fitting look for you boy scout.”

Clark lets out a strained chuckle. Things may have not worked out between them but she would always be a dear friend to Clark. “Bruce's boys said the same thing, “ he lets out as sighs some of the tension in his shoulder relaxing at the exhale.

“Do you wanna come in? Jon said you've been standing here for like 5 minutes.” a slight tinge of worry creeping into her voice.

“Yes that would be nice thank you,” Clark crosses through the doorway only to be slammed in to by Jon. He pulls him in to a big hug but he can hear the boy's heart quiver with worry. “Why hello there, it's good to see you too baby.” Clark chuckles as he rubs the boys hair playfully.

“Dad! Why can't we go to Gotham? I was supposed to have a sleepover this weekend with dami.And what about school?” Jon pulled back, pouting slightly.

“Well I have good news about that, but I umm…” Clark rubs at the back of his neck, “I also have some bad news, I think we should sit for this.”

Lois guided the two to her living room, Jon clinging to Clark's trousers with anxiety. As they walked around the well-loved sofa to take a seat.

“ What's going on Clark,” Lois finally breaks the silence that had fallen upon the room, her interviewing gaze forced upon Clark. He hated being on the receiving end of that glare, it's pointed and demanding despite its polite appearance.

“Well let's start with the bad news,” clack leaned forward lacing his hands together, “ we think we found another clone.”

Lois flinched, “ ok that's bad news but I don't see how that bars you from going to Gotham, shouldn't you be there to help handle it?”

“No because it's not just a clone,” he glances at his little boy knowing that if he kicked him out he would only listen in, “ we believe he was used to test and exploit Kryptonian weakness. He also has a different power build then me, Jon or conner.He.... was left abound in an alley, there was a lot of blood, and a note, but no body. We have no idea where he came from.”

“Why do you think he was being tested on? Did he say so?”

“He’s… shoot Lois… he’s covered in scars from head to toe, he thinks you play tag with guns, and they…”

“They what Clark?”

“They vivisected him, and put a piece of that damn green rock inside of him. It’s in his bloodstream,when he bleeds it contains green flecks. We can’t even get him properly tested because he’s terrified.” Clark squeezed his hands together, his knuckles going white, “ and on top of all that they kept him a child, he didn’t get aged up like Conner did.”

“How..how old is he?” A new voice called from the entryway to the kitchen. It was Kon, shock in his tear stained face and his fist shook at his sides.

“Oh my baby boy”, Clark called, stretching his arms out for Conner to join him.

Conner did not come closer.

“How. old. is. he. dad.”

“Six at most, but he's small,so very small.” Clark gestures about Danny’s height.

Tears once again fall down Conner's cheeks he collapses forward into Clark’s arms. He lets him sit there and sob as he brings his hands up to hold him.

“But dad, you said there was good news?” Jon tugs at his shirt, his voice begging for a twinge of hope.

“Good news is, he bounded with Dick so he is in the care of the bats.” Lois made a sound of agreement, the gears in her head clearly turning. “ and he and Dick are coming to the farm this weekend, I'm sure if I ask Damian can come along.”

Jon gave Clark a weak smile clearly still worried but doing his best to look on the bright side.

“Does he have a name?” Lois asked,” leaning back in her chair, hand on her chin.

“Danny, his name is Danny.”

“Yhea well when we find the fuckers who did this to Danny… they're gonna have hell to pay.” Kon muttered in to his chest.

And for all Clarck was a Boy Scout, he couldn’t help but agree.

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Tim sat at his desk in his office, his head in his hands. He can’t focus. He had even more blood to test when he got back to the cave, Duke swung by the crime scene to do some ground work.

His prognosis, little sign of struggle, little actual blood, the rain having rinsed most of it, and one way out. No other massive clues. Even his ghost vision had picked up very little, only being able to as far back as when dick found Danny.

If only they had known sooner, if only it never went this far. If only there were just a little bit faster.

But that was Tim’s life wasn’t it, it’s never enough. Something always slips through the cracks.

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Dick was tense the whole time on the way to the library, the commissioners following behind him in his own car at least.

Dick wasn’t worried about Barbora. He knew that all of the bats could keep the story straight. His worries were with Danny himself. The boy had a habit of just blurting things out, thinking it was a totally normal thing to say.

Which dick knows isn’t necessarily Danny’s fault, but he’s gonna make keeping the cover story harder if he says things that contradict it. He just kinda prays that he’s asleep in hopes any words he might say can be written off as dream grumble.

When he makes his way up the library steps, Gordon joins him. Barbara is there to meet them at the door with a small smile. Dick looks around, scanning for any sign of Danny. none

“Ah, babs where…”

“ don’t get your panties in a twist, mama hen. He's just asleep.” Babs siad , chuckling at his expense, the commissioner gave the pair a soft smile.

“Then where is he, I can go get him?”

“Don't worry jay is bringing him,” babs said with a slightly pointed look telling dick not to panic. Which meant Danny was fine.

“ Shhhhh,” his brother chimed in as he strolled over carrying Danny's bag as he carried his jacket draped over his chest. It takes dick seeing the mess of Dannys once combed hair for him to relax.

Jay stood in the doorway removing his jacket with his free hand after handing dick the kids bag.

It was only after the jacket was removed did the commissioner really understand what dick meant by small. The jacket that Jason had wrapped around the boy was a short cut, the kind that rested above the hips and it had been able to hide the child’s full form as he laid boneless in his arms. His features were sunken, and his skin was pale. If Gordon didn’t know any better, if he couldn’t see the boy taking shallow breaths. He might have mistaken him for dead.

He watched as the two men awkwardly figured out how to pass the child off without waking him. But when his head was lifted gently off Jason’s chest the boy sprung to life jerking and swinging at the air.

“No no please no more stop!” The boy yelled in a panick.

“Danny it ok it me buddy it me,” dick called keeping his voice low. Danny flung himself back forcing Jason to shift his weight to keep his grip. Danny took a wide swing clocking Jason square in the nose.

“Star light it’s papa,” he siad holding his soft tone. Sliding his hand acros the boys back as he took the still flailing boy in to his arms. “Shh. Shh. Shh.” Dick repeated as he he placed the boys head in his chest. The child clinging to his shirt like if he let go he would surely sink into the darkest depths.

Danny relaxed, but still clung to dick. Light tears running down his cheeks. “I'm sorry.” the boy mumbled before finally drifting back off. The little energy he gained was lost in the out bust. It was only then the trio of adults realized that Jason’s nose was bleeding.

“Oh shoot ja-“ Jason stuck one of his hand out cutting off dick.

“I’m fine he didn't break it ,it’s just a nosebleed” Jason said cupping his face as the blood started to dip through his fingers. “ Barbra do you have like.. I don’t know tissues?”

“Yes come on Jason,” the pair headed inside to tend to Jason's nose leaving dick and the commissioner on the steps to the library.

“ I’m approving you for some paternal leave.” Gordon said after the pair had left.

“Waite what… But what about- I already missed so much work this year. I can't.l” Dick fumbled on his words, he had to stay at work. He was so close to outing some of the cops involved in a smuggling ring he just needed more time.

“ Grayson, you're a great cop and one day you'll make an even better detective, but right now that is not what you need to be.” He places a hand on his shoulder, “We need more officers like you no doubt but, Gotham has plenty of heroes and right now Danny needs you to be his.” He looks dick in his eyes, his gaze soft at the edges, “do you think you can do that, not for me, not for you, do it for him.” he pats Danny on the shoulder frowning at how he jerks away from the light touch.

“Yeah I hope I can” dick swallows a growing lump in his throat. “ Yhea for him I think I can try.” Dick wasn't a hero, he would never call himself that but for this kid his kid, he would try .

Next chapter ,Chapter 9: Already to late, In which the computer finally gives some results back and it not what they where hoping for. Now having a clear view of Dannys DNA what conclusions will they draw and how will Danny fair being out side of Gothams influence. How will Kon handle having to finally intact with Danny. How will ma and pa react upon learning of Dannys supposed origins. All of this next time on "oh god these chapters are just gonna keep being longer."

Even if this fic has some slight long hiatus it is being worked on, in fact the plot is planed all they way out to about 12-14 chapters, after that we see where the wind takes us. That being said this fic will begin to ramp up a bit, to this readers who are uncomfortable with heavy themes of child abuse, death, descriptions of corpses, and depictions off self harm I recommend you come around once this arc we are entering meets its end. There will still be happy moments and family bounding, but this is a story of death and grieving. I understand that some reader discretion is advised.

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Simon praising Darling for being a good girl when she announces she’s pregnant 😮‍💨 like I’m sorry sir, who gave you the right to be so damn hot when you’re FICTIONAL?!

And Darling is just confused af about wtf he means. Like does she ever find out they fucked with her BC and knocked her up?? I must know, I must have more 😈🤭

He's like, 'you've done so well, darling' and she's like 'wait, what the fuck just happened?'

AU - not canon for Dead Disco Warnings-tags: 18+ Minors DNI. Brief mention of smut, mature themes. Angst. Vomiting. Doctors. Pregnant reader. Relationship issues. Dark themes.

"I've got ya." Johnny coos while he rubs your back where you are kneeling over the toilet, breakfast and bile coming up your throat with every other heave.

"I hate this." you moan between pants, propping your arm up to rest your head. He clucks his tongue, standing to run a cloth under the sink and returning to press it to your forehead gently. It's cold, and soft, and moving in easy circles.

"I know, darling. I know." You push away, slumping into his arms, letting him cuddle you close while he leans back against the bathroom wall and you count his heartbeats from where your head lays on his chest.

The door creaks open, and Simon's halfway inside, peering down at the two of you, mild concern in his eyes while he studies your slouching form.

"Third time today." He notes with a frown, and you nod. They count, keep track of everything, so they can recall it for your doctor's visits and make sure everything is still within 'normal' range. Morning sickness, your doctor has assured them too many times to count, is very normal.

"Morning sickness, the nausea, vomiting, is all normal."

"She's sick multiple times a day." Simon grits out. Johnny shifts his weight nervously, while you sigh and pat his hand comfortingly.

"If we were seeing drastic weight loss, or the panels were coming back outside of normal range, I would be concerned. But that's not happening. So, you've nothing to worry about." You give her a relieved smile, and hope they'll actually listen this time, although you know it's kind of pointless. "So," she claps her hands, and then motions to the table, and Johnny visibly brightens. This is everyone's favorite part, the ultrasound. You always glue your eyes to the screen, holding you breath to see the baby, the little blob in black and grey, your own little bean. You're obsessed with the sound of the heartbeat, taking comfort in its strength, its steadiness. So much so you bought a fetal doppler, just so you could all hear it at home. "Should we take a peek?"

"I'm fine." you assure him, holding a hand out. "Help me up." He grips you by your elbow, pulling you to your feet and into him briefly, so he can nuzzle his nose into your hair with a deep breath. "Now get out, I'm gross. Need to wash my face." You insist, pushing both him and Johnny into the hallway playfully before closing the door.

You have a lot of drawers, in this bathroom. Almost all of them actually, and most of them are a bit of a mess, unorganized, things strewn about. Sometimes, like now, you have to dig around for things. You're looking for something specific, a heavier moisturizer, one that can combat some of the dryness around your nose. Your fingers flip through tubes and tubs and creams, old mascara and half busted hair clips. You tsk, irritated that you're having a hard time finding the blue jar, until-

Your fingers brush against your old birth control pack. Encased in a cream colored piece of plastic, little pills lined up in a row. Just the sight of it frustrates you. After so many years, it finally failed. Finally let you down.

You don't know, but you pull it out. Maybe to look at it closer, to see if it will be expired by the time you finally need it again, or maybe, just to look at the thing that was your one constant since you were practically a child.

Either way. You study it closer, and that's how you notice the corner of the pill tray. The little foil piece on the corner is lifted, just a smidge, just enough for you not to notice, but when you peel it, it comes away so easily, so perfectly, with minimal adhesive. Like's it been pulled away before and put back in place. Like it's been moved.

When you realize, the floor room spins. It shudders around you, bathroom walls curving closer and closer to where you stand in front of the sink, eyes wide, dumbfounded. They wouldn't. They wouldn't. Would they? You blink at yourself in the mirror. You look, tired, but mostly healthy, a true testament to absolute hovering that has been occurring in your life over the past five months. You never lift a finger, you don't want for anything.

Because you're pregnant.

Because you're pregnant, with their baby, that you thought you got knocked up with on accident.

Your stomach curdles. They did this on purpose. Your fingers clench against the stone of the sink while you remember, all those nights when they pressed you to the mattress and made you see stars, while they filled you with their come over and over, every day. They were actively trying. They wanted this. A giant black hole rips open inside of you. It sucks your joy, your happiness, your dreams of future into it immediately. It dismantles everything you thought you knew as truth, takes a hammer and smashes apart every single second of the last five months.

They took your choice away. You stomach flips, and the you��re flinging yourself back in front of the toilet, bile spewing on your lips while you dry heave. It burns, the sting matching the sear of the tears that track down your face.

How could they do this?

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I need Plo to choke me with that belt like...Yesterday. Like he can leave little scratches and cuts when he spanks me with those hands of his. OMG those hands. He can leave marks on my throat while he dicks me down into whatever surface.

Hello there, new-found bestie cakes ♥ ~

I see you speak my language ♥. So let me just introduce you to my Dom!Plo ♥ @mild-disorganization

Dom!Plo would have no qualms walking up to you without any reason or trigger only to grab you firmly by the throat and back you up against the wall, a temple pillar, or a glass window overlooking Coruscant's bustling streets.

He'd dig what I love to call 'love burrows' along that slender neck of yours with those might-sharp talons just enough to puncture your skin a teeny, tiny, little bit so itty, bitty, round pools of rubies leave marks.

He'd then utter something about, "What an exhilarating feat to add to that delicate neck of yours, my little pet."

Dom!Plo would retract his hand in a way that he'd leave a few cuts, angling it enough not to strike a nerve and kill you, but enough to leave long, red trails down past the dip of your clavicles ♥.

Because of your dirty thoughts of him bestiecakes, Dom!Plo needs to set you straight >:[ Can't have little naughties mucking about the temple now, can we?

Bad for the temple. Bad for his rep too since he's your charge.

And so, Dom!Plo sighs in an exasperated fashion while unbuckling a very luxurious leather belt that he had procured from his recent home visit to Dorin ♥ — a fine, rust-toned, leather belt that smacked deliciously with a swift pull from his waist.

Dom!Plo motions for for you to come with his index and babe, you best not keep the General waiting. He's got meetings to go to ♥ Babes to punish (I'm in line ♥) for being improper and unruly.

Fortunate to be one of them, Dom!Plo will heedlessly grab you by the back of your neck to be at a close proximity before lacing that fine, opulent, Dorin-made leather belt and lock that buckle tight enough for you to wince when you swallow.

Dom!Plo would then incautiously grab you by the jaw, talons prodding your cheek while he looks at you with so much disdain because he's supposed to be meditating, but no — he's here with your cute, bratty ass ♥

"Hm. Cute little tart and yet — with such a pretty, filthy mouth." Another 'Hm' of dismay before probing your lips to part with his thumb, shoving it so forcefully that your teeth and lips graze along his hide/skin.

You can feel the tip of his spur poke at your tongue, moving seamlessly past your protest and further down your throat as if to inspect your depth capacity.

Because, babe. My Plo packs a whopping 13-inch alien dick, so you best be primmed.

"Good enough." You'll hear him say, retracting his finger with so much candor, it'll leave you abandoned with want.

And so, the same hand rests on that beautiful crown of yours, guiding you to descend to yours knees — of which you comply so dutifully, like a good girl indeed ♥

Seeing as this man is on a fucking schedule, Dom!Plo whips out the disco stick and gives himself a couple of strokes here and there; from the hilt to every ridged inch of his cock, Dom!Plo would trace each curve as he forces you to look down at what's about to cum — see what I did there bestie? I cannot be taken serious, tbh. ♥ — what's about to come.

Dom!Plo, however, has jealousy issues 😩😩😩

He doesn't like it when you pay more attention to his cock than him; it's mind over matter, baby — but by the stars, does his cock matter ♥

Remember that belt around your neck, bestie? How it connects to his other hand with that leather belt coiled for control? He'll tug it, babe — tug it hard so it'll knot you right up and leave you breathless for a hot minute. Literally.

"Up here, little love." You'll hear him coo, quite darkly.

And just when those magnetic eyes of yours had welled up with enough tears to stain your smooth, soft cheeks, Dom!Plo would take the Blade of Dorin (yes, we're calling his dick that, don't argue) and rub it all over your mouth making you chase that dick like the cock-starved whore you are ♥, respectfully.

And once he's quite happy with the lower chambers of your face glistening with precum and your own saliva, he'd pry your mouth open with his dick and slide that bad boy so slow you'd thank him for it ♥ Why, you ask?

Because you're not the Force, babe. Nothing in this chaotic galaxy will ever stop Dom!Plo from giving you the dicking of your life because you've stolen precious moments of his respite with your foolishness.

And so, you feel it, right? You feel every inch stuff your mouth that no only but a fraction of your breath seeps through. You feel every inch and ridge; the dip and curve of this Kel Dor's cock through the cavernous walls of your mouth until it begins knocking down your throat.

Naturally, protesting ensues. Your grip at his thigh, either pulling him more with your impatient, cute ass or you're pushing him to calm TF down because bestie, death by dick is a real thing.

Dom!Plo doesn't like unruly baby girls or boys. That said, he'll pull on that belt again while he shoves his girthy-thicc cock down your throat it actually bulges down your neck.

I don't know about you hun, but I'm sure that'll make you gag and if you do and go urk urk urk urk on that dick, Dom!Plo would sweetly wipe that tear off your cheek only to slap you gently with two of his fingers.

"Louder." You'll hear him say.

He's old, babe. 384 years of age means you gotta speak tf up.

Dom!Plo would lean his hips back enough to keep half of it in and half of it out. So you know, you don't die and practice safe sex.

But since you took that regal slide of his dick like a champ, you'd notice his tusk move and the exposed portion of his cheek compress in what you can make off as a smile — a smirk, really.

"Now, make your master cum like the good little tart you are, my sweet." Comes that reverberating voice of his that sounds so decadently dark and sultry, cupping your cheek and caressing your face with his thumb jamming his cock back in your mouth while the same hand that held your leash of a belt would occasionally pull at random patterns, meriting stifled groans and grunts from your Kel Dor General.

His pace would quicken eventually, claws nestled over your crown while fingers laced with a handful of your groomed locks.

It'd be such a delight and honor to see his head reel back as he mouth fucks the soul out of you, truly a spectacular sight. Seeing him against the evil forces that burn within his soul to say things like 'Fuck, you're so good' or the likes because bestie, that's very un-Jedi of him >:[

So in turn, he just continues to ram his cock so far down your throat at such a paced speed that you feel him thicken inside your mouth, only to cum fucking buckets down your throat, pull mid-way so he can creampie those charming lips of yours and watch as hot, white ropes of Kel Dor essence drip past your chin, trickle down your throat and some on those tantalizing anti-stress tits that happens to be a Kel Dor fave.

Satiated, Dom!Plo would have you lick the cum off his own cock because he wouldn't want to feel all sticky underneath those slacks of his. He also won't forget yanking that belt around your neck so you get to lick the parts that needs cleaning.

With all said and done, Dom!Plo would unbuckle the belt off your neck and tilt your head left to right with but the tip of his talon. Pleased to see scratch marks, dots, and lightly smeared bloodlets over your skin, not to mention the welts left by the leather belt around your neck, he'd give you an approving nod.

Dom!Plo however does not do aftercare. That would be Plo Koon's job or Regular!Plo. Dom!Plo would merely give your head a pat, a ruffle of the hair, and if he's feeling extra generous, would press his rebreather onto your forehead in a kiss of sorts before leaving you with instructions to "... Mediate on your unrighteous desires, little one. The path of the dark side looms within those sinful thoughts."

THE END.

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rikilouvre · 1 year

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"Dance with me?"

pairing — enhypen lee heeseung x afab reader

genre — fluff & crack ; first-person pov

synopsis — you were met with an unexpected night with your goofiest bestfriend lee heeseung during a senior's party. everybody knows there's a very distinct line between friendship and romantic gestures, so what exactly makes one cross that line?

word count — 1.5k

theme song — "uhaw" by dilaw

"what's taking you so long dude, i'm already at school." i received a message from heeseung, told me he was at school waiting.

"chill, we're waiting for the car to pick us up." i sent a reply with a picture of my silver glittery dress attached.

"prettyyyyyyyy." he replied.

"hold on, see ya at school, hee. the car's already hereeee." i frantically typed as the car's waiting, i grabbed the lower part of my dress to make it easier to walk with my glass heels. never thought senior's party could be this exciting/hectic.

sitting beside the car window, i tried to imagine how this party would turn out — dazzling disco ball, partygoers in their trendy dresses and modified tuxes, sneaked-in alcohol for sure, and a memorable moment to linger in my mind for atleast a couple of weeks after the event. i was excited, but i was kinda nervous too — considering that this is the first-ever prom-like event i'll attend to. my bestfriend heeseung's my partner, so i don't know how this would turn out, we'd probably just fuck around the party and eat shitloads of low-quality food prepared by the school and everything else.

the car stopped infront of the open school gates; it was time to get out. fuck. why am i shaking? is this out of adrenaline? what? eitherway, nothing would happen if i just freak and stay inside the car other than blocking the pathway like an elephant. i stepped out of the car very carefully after opening the door, watching my every step since all eyes were on me. some were eyeing my dress, some were giving me approving looks, some just didn't care. i continued to walk inside the campus to find the event's about to start.

skipping a part, i guess the event is, okay? ceremonies were happening, it was shitty because they chose the most popular girl as the prom queen when another nominee's dress was way better than hers. the food did suck, big time. they were bland and the prices were so freaking high up like the whole country didn't got inflations going on. everything else was boring 'til my phone vibrated.

"where are you?" heeseung messaged.

"i'm at the left side of our gymnasium, facing the door. where are ya?" i replied, idly eyeing the whole crowd to look for him. it was obviously hard since the whole gym was packed and i had no idea what he was wearing, aside from his description of what he was gonna wear when we chatted a few days after the event — a simple suit with a tie. yeah, that would help me a lot. not long, my phone dinged again. the feeling of urgency to find him in the midst of the crowds is stressing me out so much.

"i'm sitting at one of the benches facing the right side of the gym." facing the right side of the gym probably means he's on the left side too, right? yeah, fuck it. i walked my way towards the benches to spot him on the right-middle part of the benches with his phone litting his face up.

"there you are, idiot." i replied and walked up to him as i was greeted with a bright smile plastered on his face, motherfucker already saw me before i saw him yet he was just sitting there looking at me.

"where are we going?" he asked me whilst standing up, "to dance? what's this event for if you're not gonna dance, anyway?" i pulled him to the dance floor, where the colorful but silvery lights are gently flickering, the atmosphere's almost too romantic for two innocent friends. hmm.

a romantic song played.

"weird thing but uh, i'm not fond of dancing. how do you dance?" heeseung asked hesitantly, to which i laughed 'cause, i never expected him to not know how to do ballroom dance. i mean yeah, he's too busy with varsity to even give a shit about ballroom dances.

"oh, you idiot. come here, i'm gonna teach you." i pulled him a little closer, but not too close. i was thinking of where to put his hand other than mine 'cause my mind was clouded from being overwhelmed in a good way and from being hella excited. and when i realized, i placed it to where things should be, "your hand goes to my waist and my hand goes to your shoulders, like that." i guided him to slowly sway to the rhythm of the song, "then you just follow the song and step your feet like– left-right-left-righ– yeah like that. i don't needa explain, you'd know what to do."

we're never in for these kinds of gimmicks, it just so happens that it's our first time since entrance was free. what a bunch of cheapskates. considering the fact that this was our first time, there were things that i can't help but pay attention to. i have a feeling that it was the same feeling for him.

the cool, hard pavement became something similar of the sky's clouds that's so enchanting to dance on even if it was physically impossible. the loud, bustling crowd started to quiet down in my head as the music is all my mind was paying attention to, and him. lastly, the usual heeseung i was seeing everyday, turned into someone that looked like heaven — someone i'd see only once and it's about to be my first and last time witnessing such a view.

everytime i stare deep into his eyes to relish every moment, he just can't seem to not let his eyes wander around like i wasn't even there. but it was okay, because it gave an opportunity to witness this side of him — a flustered heeseung. the bright colors from the shimmering reflections of the disco ball hit his face, making him a satisfying sight to see. his eyes. that's all i can say. his eyes were full of glint. his smirk never seems to fade away. he's always been a really happy person so it was a happy heeseung for me everyday.

but during those times that he did look into my eyes, it was magical. like, it made me feel that i didn't want the song, let alone the night to end. i just wanted to slow-dance with him 'til my heels crack from overuse and 'til my feet give up from fatigue.

there were points of the song that we'd sing together to maybe avoid tension and ofcourse to enjoy the three minutes worth of slow-dancing.

the stares we get from each other were making me feel drunk and sunken — high that i feel like i'm melting onto his hold and sunken like i was drowning in the deep trenches of his eyes. his long, slender fingers intertwined with mine, they were warm. and shaking. was he nervous? probably. but who knows? like i said, this was out first time. but, was he really my bestfriend, or was this an opening for a new chapter?

after dancing to one song, we spent the whole night eating, drinking, and just hanging out in one of the benches on the sides of the gymnasium with him following me around and voluntarily carrying the lower part of my dress since it was too long and a mess in the way (i'm a diva so y'all would have to deal with it haha).

one thing i noticed, he sure loved to gaze at my eyes but was too shy to stare for a little too long. i can't really explain it in any other way, maybe my inner imagination's got this one covered for me. it's also like the gazes he was giving me had a whole new definition to it that he was obviously hiding. a gaze you wouldn't be receiving from someone common everyday, but a gaze you can only receive from someone who's risking his chances of helping you get his subliminals. though, i wasn't complaining, i would never.

words aren't enough to even help me describe the night i've had. it may not be that special for some, considering everybody probably got their first kisses that night, but the feelings felt were real. surreal to the point that i thought i was just tripping. even our laughs were wholehearted, there wasn't a single dull moment that night the moment we accompanied each other to the dance floor.

tomorrow morning, i received countless messages from him — telling me that the night was really amazing for him.

"it was so good 'cause i spent the night with– nevermind." hee messaged.

yup, that was enough for me to realize that he had a great might with me. i wish i could say the same, yeah i did enjoy, but i wish i could tell him i enjoyed the night in a way that i felt something exceptional from platonic enjoyment.

AUTHORS NOTE

— just wanted to share (rant) that this story's based off of true events. i dedicated this to someone but then, before i even got to finish the story, i found out he fucked up big time. no more details, just sad to even think that he managed to waste months of bond for something so, selfish and fuckwad-material. i just wanted to finish this story solely for the purpose of the feelings i truly felt that night — that it was nice to be with him before he fucked things up with our friendship. and no, we didn't become nor are we a thing. even though our personal story didn't come to a great end, atleast this fanfic did.

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