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chaoticbardlady99 · 5 months

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Hello again! I’m so glad my prompt inspired you! I really enjoyed the first part of “Admiring from Afar” and I look forward to seeing what happens next! 😊

Admiring from Afar Pt 2 (Astarion x GN! Reader)

Author note: Thank you so much anon! I am so glad you enjoyed it! I hope everyone likes this part as much as the last one- I wasn't expecting the last one to get so many notes! Thank you to everyone who liked, commented, and shared Part 1- it truly means the world to me!!!

Tag-list: @hyperfixationwhore, @ophelias-flowerss, @support-local-bands, @kahelis

CW: Broken bones and reparing them, minor violence, angst (?)

Picture belongs to silverformymonsters on Tumblr.

*I have only proof read this once.

If you missed part one- find the link below:

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Your screams of pain rattle through camp for what feels like hours. Halsin had told everyone that resetting your bones and putting them together again would not be a pleasant or easy process. Astarion is pacing outside his tent- fists clenching and unclenching as he watches Wyll talk to Karlach by the fire.

Shadowheart and Halsin had kicked Astarion out of your tent an hour ago when they began setting your compound fracture- you had woken up with your mouth open in a silent scream and tears pouring down your face. Astarion regrets threatening Halsin’s life- he wants to be in there with you. He knows he would still feel helpless, but at least he could try to comfort you. It would be more than what Wyll is doing anyway.

Astarion’s head snaps towards the campfire when Wyll lets out a bellowing laugh at something Karlach has said. Astarion walks up to Wyll and Karlach mindlessly- only one goal in mind.

Karlach notices him and gives him a sad smile, “Hey fangs-”

Karlach’s sentence starts as fast as it stops.

Astarion’s fist collides with Wyll’s face- making the other man fall flat on his back from the force of the punch. Astarion is feeling borderline feral and based on the fearful, angry look in Wyll’s good eye, Wyll knows he is about to snap too.

Astarion goes to punch him again, but is abruptly pulled backwards by Karlach.

“Wow there,” Karlach says with a nervous chuckle, “I know tensions are high right now- but I’m going to have to call a party foul on you, Fangs.”

“Let me continue spoiling the party then,” he says through clenched teeth.

Wyll stands back up and holds the tip of his short sword to Astarion’s throat.

"Hells Wyll, is that really necessary," Karlach groans.

Wyll ignores her- his eyes peering menacingly back into Astarion's.

“What in the hells did I even do to you, Spawn?” Wyll asks hotly, fire burning behind his eyes.

“Me!?” Astarion scoffs,” It’s what you didn’t do for Tav! Do you make a point of letting every person you bed get nearly slaughtered, almighty Blade of Frontiers?”

Wyll’s anger turns to confusion and then his face lights up with clarity.

“Astarion,” Wyll says slowly, “I didn’t bed Tav. In fact, they rejected me because, and I quote, ‘I really like Astarion and I’m not looking elsewhere.’”

Astarion feels all the strength and anger leave his body after Wyll’s statement. Karlach lets him go and he wordlessy walks back to his tent.

He sits down amongst the pile of pillows and pulls out your broken glasses from his pocket. He thumbs the crooked metal as he starts to connect the dots.

He had only seen the kiss, but he hadn’t stayed for the aftermath of the kiss. If he had just waited five more seconds, maybe, you wouldn’t be in so much pain right now. His jealousy and insecurities had won out over everything the two of you had together.

He isn’t just a body to you- someone to appease your sexual appetite while you romance every person in camp.

You weren’t upset because you had been caught.

You had genuinely been on the verge of tears due to him unceremoniously dumping you. Astarion didn’t even give you a chance to speak-to defend yourself. Instead, he specifically stole the words right out of your mouth which was something he makes a point of not doing. He packed up all of your belongings faster than he’s ever done anything before. He told you to leave. Leave- in the coldest voice he could have used. He rendered you heartbroken and speechless all in one conversation. Right after you had so sweetly called him “Star” and just rejected a man who was a far more appropriate option for you than him.

Astarion had assumed you were as tired as you were because you had stayed up all night with Wyll. He buries his face in his hands as more realizations come to the forefront of his mind.

You were tired because you had spent the whole night terrified, alone, and in the cold. Heartbroken and Homesick in that horrible tent of yours that you never ended up replacing because you didn’t have to. Would never need to again.

He was your protector, your piece of happiness in this scary place, and he turned on you.

Astarion begins to feel ill and tears prick his eyes as another tearful scream rips through the air. He had inadvertently left you out for the slaughter and your misery right now is his fault alone.

A knock on the wood of his tent jolts him from his thoughts. He gets up and is shocked to see Karlach standing at the entrance of his tent. Astarion tries to hide the nervousness he’s feeling- he really is hoping that punch didn’t earn him a stake.

“Don’t look so nervous Fangs,” she offers him an easy smile,” I just came to check on you. I know you guys are close and that was a hell of a shiner you left on Wyll.”

Astarion looks away from Karlach’s friendly face and tries to blink away the tears threatening to spill down his face.

“I appreciate you checking in one me, but I can assure you that-”

“You’re fine? That you’re not suffering? Cause I sure am! Tav is like family to me and I regret not rushing over to help them” Karlach pauses and when he doesn’t say anything, she continues, “It’s okay if you aren’t okay. It’s not some secret that you are in love with Tav or they you. We all can see how much you love each other.”

“In love?” Astarion whispers

Lae’zel pipes up from next door, “It’s disgustingly clear to everyone but you. You even bed them like you are in love with them. You humans have strange mating rituals. Added note- please keep it down. Some of us sleep.”

Astarion stares at Lae’zel blankly- not sure what he’s supposed to take from that statement as Lae’zel turns to go to bed. Karlach coughs uncomfortably and chuckles.

“After the tiefling party,” she smiles ruefully, "they showed me that necklace they made for you and I knew they were smitten.”

Astarion stares at Karlach in confusion and Karlach’s eyes go wide with realization.

“What Necklace?”

“Necklace? Hm weird Astarion, why are you so hyperficated on necklaces SHEEESHH. If you want a necklace so bad, just go buy one. Better yet I’ll buy one for you. No, SIX!”

Astarion goes to protest when Karlach interrupts him again.

“Anyway, I know you have their glasses and I was thinking about taking them to Dammon and seeing if he can fix them. I’ll get that necklace you are so worried about while I’m there too.”

He rolls his eyes at the tiefling- it’s obvious that she is not willing to elaborate about the necklace and he’s sure this is news that he’d much rather hear from you anyway. Also, Astarion is well aware of Karlach’s massive, horny (She asked him for advice once, never again) crush on the blacksmith and he knows that she will take every opportunity she can to see him. The fact that she also gets to help you at the same time is probably a bonus for her. Astarion hands Karlach the glasses after making her promise to keep them safe.

Astarion sighs before making the trek over to your tent- each step feeling heavier than the other. Shadowheart steps out of your tent right as he’s about to knock on the wooden beams that hold up your mediocre hovel.

“They are asking for you,” she says tiredly.

“Shadowheart,” he pauses, “ I owe you one for helping them and being patient with… me when I yelled at you and Halsin before.”

“Huh, that sounded dangerously close to a ‘Thank you’ and an ‘I’m sorry’, Astarion,” Shadowheart teases as she walks by him, “love has made you soft.”

There’s that word again. Maybe that is what he’s been feeling towards you this whole time, but he can’t be for sure. He would have to explore these feelings later when he is less stressed, tired, and desperate to be near you.

He crawls into your dimly lit tent and you are meekly sitting upright, looking at him expectantly. He immediately sits down in front of you and gently cups your face in his hands. He leaves a sweet kiss on your forehead, then he kisses your lips.

Astarion takes his time kissing you, pulling you into his lap so that he can support your weak, healing body. Warm tears are streaming down your checks by the time he pulls away. You let out a hiccup as you go to speak- effectively surprising both of you. Astarion chuckles as he traces circles with his fingers on your back.

“Yo-uu like me aga-in?” you hiccup between tears.

Well that broke him.

“Darling, I never stopped,” he states matter-of-factly while he wipes away your tears.

“Then why?”

Astarion takes a deep breath before starting.

“I saw Wyll kiss you, but I didn’t stay to get the whole picture,” his voice coming out sheepishly, “I didn’t think I was capable of experiencing so many uncomfortable feelings at one time; Well, until that happened.”

Astarion feels his own tears begin to go down his cheeks, “I didn’t want you to hurt me so I hurt you first. I am so sorry, my Love. I understand if you wish for me to go.”

Your hands make their way into his hair, gently detangling it and then you move to his tear stained face and kiss the tears away. Lovingly, you use your hands to bring his eyes to yours and Astarion leans into your touch.

“It’s okay my Star, I understand. However, I will never forgive you if you leave me.," you pause," Again.”

He barks out a laugh, “then I guess I can never leave your side?”

“Silvanus, no,” you wrinkle your nose in the most endearing way, “I have no desire to have the ever loving crap kicked out of me again.”

“And I share that sentiment- I would prefer you never have the ‘ever loving crap kicked out’ of you again.”

You slap his arm softly at his mpression of you and you erupt in giggles. Astarion can’t help but smile up at you. The warmth in his chest is absolutely undeniable. You, the bewitchingly good-natured thing that you are, have taken up all the space in his cold, dead heart. You have stood by him through everything and now you have forgiven him as easily as you had walked away from him when he told you to. He doesn’t deserve someone as good as you. As incredible as you.

Astarion knows in his gut that he is going to have to talk to you about his initial intentions, then he will give you his feelings served up on a silver platter. If you reject him, he definitely deserves it. But by the Gods does he want you to return his feelings and be able to look past his previous motives.

For now though, he’s going to pretend like none of that is around the corner. He'll pretend that he does deserve this- deserve you.

Astarion is going to just let himself bask in your grandeur and shower you with all the affections his actions had stolen from you both over the last 24 hours.

You are smiling at him and then a flash of remembrance crosses your face- prompting you to pop up out of his lap and ungracefully crawl towards your pack. Astarion watches you with curiosity and amusement as you throw items out of the bag, cursing, and grumbling “whereeee areee youuuuu????”

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You look back at him awkwardly, “The whole not having my glasses thing is a real bummer, but I promise you that this neuroticism has purpose.”

“Oh don’t worry about that Darling, if your neuroticism hasn’t scared me off yet, it certainly won’t now.”

You roll your eyes at him and return to digging through your pack until you feel the pouch at the very bottom of the bag. With an “Aha!” you twist around and crawl back to Astarion and sit in front of him(in criss-cross applesauce obviously). Astarion pouts as you push his arms away when he tries to pull you back on to his lap.

“I will sit on your lap all night and never leave if that is what you desire, but I insist that you must open this first.”

You hand him the black pouch with the necklace inside. You are practically bouncing in anticipation as he unfolds the silk handkerchief, revealing the necklace.

Astarion looks up at you with an unreadable expression (you literally can't fucking see) and then down at the necklace. You anxiously play with your hands.

“It’s a- uh, well. You had been upset about Gale and the invisibility necklace so I made you one out of Oxen bone,” you ramble, “I know it’s not really your style, but I tried to make it a little bit shiny. It allows you to become invisible- I tested it out myself. Oh and I picked Cadaith for the design because the rune’s meaning reminds me of you- grace, power, and music of the stars….”

You are blue in the face from your spiel and Astarion still hasn’t looked up from the necklace.

Gods he must really hate it.

Astarion clears his throat and wipes his eyes. He grabs one of your hands, gently sliding his thumb over your knuckles before planting a soft kiss on each of them.

“This is the kindest thing anyone has ever done for me,” he puts the necklace on and then continues, “thank you my love, it’s the most wonderful thing I own.”

You beam and lean forward to leave a chaste kiss on his lips, due to not having your glasses, you miss abysmally and kiss his nose- both of you chuckling as he guides your lips to his. As you pull back, a gust of bone chilling wind comes in through one of the holes in your tarp. You shiver involuntarily and Astarion glares at you, unamused, as you scratch the back of your head while adorning an awkward smile.

“Speaking of things that I own,” Astarion’s now teasing grin giving away his irritated facade, “I would be honored if you would move back into my tent with me.”

You feel your grin stretch from ear to ear and you quickly roll up your bed roll. You follow Astarion out of your tent and take his hand when he offers it to you. You walk with him across the clearing- Karlach whoops, whistles, and cheers as you walk by the fire. You stifle your laughter as Astarion pulls you into his tent. He grabs your bedroll and throws it to the side.

Astarion lifts you up and puts you lying flat on his bed roll. Astarion kisses you deeply, coaxing a moan from your lips. He pulls back and looks at you- you huff in frustration. Astarion begins to kiss along your jawline and down your neck. You can see his eyes to some extent, but the rest of him is a no go.

“You didn’t happen to recover my glasses did you?”

You feel Astarion freeze before slowly bringing his face back up to yours.

“Don’t worry my dear, it’s already being taken care of," he says, then whispers, "by Dammon.”

Your stomach drops all the way to your ass. Your ears grow hot with rage and Astarion begins to kiss your face relentlessly- trying to unfurl the fury settling into your features. You can tell he is trying to hold back his laughter at your painfully cute, but angry expression.

“What do you mean the blacksmith is taking care of my glasses?”

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bucketsofmonsters · 2 years

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The Witch’s Apprentice - Part 1

cw: demon summoning, nightmares, more tags will be added as the story continues

male demon x afab reader

Word count: 4k

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“You need to take this seriously,” Eden snapped at you, concern written across her face.

“I am, I promise.” You did your best to sit up straight and look serious.

You had been waiting for today for years, you would not mess it up by making her think you didn’t care about it.

You understood why she was high strung, you’d be lying if you said you weren’t too. Summoning a demon was something that was risky even with years of experience, having someone with absolutely no experience join her could potentially put both your lives at risk.

Not that you’d let anything happen. You wouldn’t be doing this if you thought it put Eden in any sort of danger. You’d been preparing for years, you were certain you could manage observing without messing up anything too vital.

This confidence did not stop Eden from going over the rules over and over again. “You will speak to him minimally, you will not approach him, you will not do anything he asks, you will not so much as look at him. You are here to learn, alright? You can watch me and that’s it. Anything else is for me to do, not you.”

You nodded eagerly. “Understood.”

She sighed and her face softened slightly, looking you up and down as you did your best to project confidence and capability. “Seriously. I’m going to be out of it while I’m working on the spell bindings so it’s just going to be you and him, if you really think you’re ready…”

“I am,” you interjected, wincing as you realized that interrupting her probably wouldn’t increase her confidence in you.

You could see her reconsider letting you in, that familiar frustration flitting across her face. “...if you really think you’re ready, I need you to promise me you’ll trust me and just observe, no matter what. If you look at him or talk to him it just gives him more ways to manipulate you and try to gain the upper hand. I know all his tricks, you don’t. I will have things under control as long as you don’t interfere.”

You’d already promised her a million times and you’d promise her a million more if it meant her trusting you with this and you getting to actually learn.

You’d helped her do a few hexes, warded your living space, little things that she felt you were up to the task of doing.

But this wasn’t that. This was the big leagues.

A million more promises proved to be unnecessary as she moved you to a specific spot on the floor. “You stay there until we’re done, okay?”

You nodded, settling onto the ground, and she got right to work, drawing the sigils on the floor and gathering everything she needed. It was kind of incredible, how it was all second nature to her. You were used to having to check your notes every few seconds but she did it all effortlessly. You kept checking your notes as she worked anyways, making sure that everything was alright. You trusted her implicitly but it was better you caught a mistake than a demon did.

Even with your eyes trained steadily on Eden you knew the second he arrived. The air felt heavier. When he spoke, his voice felt like it was coming from inside your head, echoing inside your skull. It wasn’t particularly loud and yet you could feel the vibrations from it in your bones. Any doubts you had about the creature's power disappeared as soon as you heard his voice. Maybe that was the point, maybe that was part of his bag of tricks that Eden had talked about so extensively. “Listen to me, witch, I will make you regret ever so much as thinking my name if you…”

The energy in the room shifted as he trailed off and you kept your eyes pointed at Eden. Even still, you knew that he had noticed you, could feel him sizing you up.

“Who is this?”

“No one you need to worry about,” Eden replied, her expression steady and emotionless. Her discipline was impressive, she could just shut off everything. No one could glean any information from her like this. You had no idea how she did it. No matter how hard you tried to emulate it your emotions always shone through.

“You bringing pets to our sessions now? And I thought you liked my company.”

Eden didn’t defend you. Why would she? Of course the demon was being rude to you, he was a demon. You’d known he was going to try and provoke an outburst from either of you, to throw you off your game. Some irrational part of you still couldn’t help but be a little upset that it hadn’t worked, that Eden hadn’t sprung to your defense and was instead just continuing on with business as usual.

But that was why she was the one summoning demons and you were the one who wasn’t even allowed to look up.

It didn’t take long before Eden entered her trance. You focused on the ground, trying to keep yourself from imagining what the demon next to you must look like while you waited for her to return and do something that you could learn from instead of sitting motionless in front of you.

Surely he would look frightening. From what you knew, demons could choose their forms, of course he’d try and scare you. And even if it was his natural form, he was a demon, you couldn’t imagine that they looked pleasant.

Everyone who had seen one has called them terrifying, imposing creatures. You didn’t know how much of that was true and how much was an exaggeration, something to keep ill-prepared witches from trying their luck to make an ill-advised deal with one of the creatures.

You’d anticipated the fear and the feeling of danger you felt sitting there, nervously running though the rules in your head, but what you hadn’t anticipated as time ticked on was how awkward demon summoning could be.

You felt his eyes on you as you just sat there on the floor, refusing to speak or make eye contact. It felt more rude than scary.

He started to speak, amusement tinging his voice. “And what’s your name, little one?” Some of the power in it was gone, the performance fading away now that Eden couldn’t hear him. You couldn’t help but feel a bit hurt. Were you not worthy of trying to terrify?

“I’m not that dumb.”

Shit.

The words came out before you realized you weren’t meant to be speaking at all, even to rebuff insultingly simple questions. You kept your head pointed at the floor, set on following at least one rule.

He chuckled, a noise that was oddly pleasant considering the circumstances. “I had to try. Any chance I’ll be able to convince you to break these bindings?” he asked, and you heard him shuffle around, probably pushing up against the invisible walls set by the summoning circle on the floor.

You shook your head, keeping your mouth firmly shut.

“No? I’m Lucien.”

You nodded. “I know.”

That was one of the only things you did know about the creature. His name, the reason you could summon him and keep him trapped like this. Besides that you were in the dark, you didn’t even know what he looked like.

You knew about demons, of course. You’d done your homework, read all about them, every lesson and warning previous witches had painstakingly written for you to go over again and again. But you’d never actually encountered one before, didn’t really know what to expect other than danger.

Mockery dripped from his words as he spoke. “I know that you know, I wouldn’t be here if you didn’t. It’s just rude not to introduce yourself to a new friend.”

His quiet appraisal continued as you kept still, your gaze flicking repeatedly from the floor back to Eden, willing her to return.

“You're very quiet,” he noted, intent on filling the silence. “What has your witch told you about me?”

“Nothing good,” you huffed.

He didn’t need to know that really, she’d told you nothing at all, good or bad. You didn’t even know what she was doing right now, what the trance she was in was accomplishing. Every time you’d tried to push the issue you’d been shut down, told that was a matter for later.

“Did she scare you? I promise I’m not that bad, I don’t bite.” The mocking tone returned and you were reminded that he did not take you seriously.

You didn’t have much to go on but you pulled from the little bit of information you did have and shot back. “She said you're a miserable little creature.”

He laughed, sounding incredulous. “Is that what she said? I didn’t realize we were trading schoolyard insults. Well, at least you're blunt, better than those damn riddles your witch speaks in.”

That was a reminder of why you shouldn’t be talking to the demon. Eden had to choose her words very carefully, make sure that they couldn’t be misinterpreted, and here you were having a conversation without putting any real thought into your words.

You were intent on staying quiet, on at least trying to not mess things up any worse in the last few minutes. Or at least you hoped they were the last few minutes. You were proving to be worse suited to this than you’d hoped you would be.

Lucien’s barrage continued on but you tuned it out, staring Eden down, doing exactly as you were told. It didn’t take long to slip into your head, barely even hearing what the demon had to say any longer.

Eden’s eyes flew open, her gaze flicking upwards to where you assumed the demon stood, towering about you both based on the way she craned her head back.

She wasted no time with pleasantries, ignoring Lucien’s attempt to get her attention in favor of murmuring the hex that would banish him once more.

You hadn't even noticed how heavy and warm the air in the room had become until it suddenly cleared and you could breathe properly again.

You rushed to help her clean up now that the two of you were no longer in imminent danger, putting everything back right where you knew it belonged. This part you’d gotten good at, the cleaning up. It was the only thing Eden ever let you do on your own, harder to mess up than most things.

“Everything go according to plan?” she asked as she handed you some bones. They looked avian at a glance, probably from a vulture if you had to guess.

You nodded and she barely acknowledged your response.

“He’ll be back tomorrow,” she added, scribbling something into the notebook that you were forbidden from looking inside of. “It’ll be the same protocol as today.”

You’d done it, you’d passed her test and you were being allowed to watch her work again. It took all the energy you had not to let out a squeak of excitement, trying to keep your smile to a reasonable level as you responded, “Thank you so much.”

You weren’t sure if it was the excitement or the nervousness that was causing time to move so slowly but whichever it was, you hated it with all your heart. The day seemed to take a lifetime to pass.

Even Eden setting up the spell seemed to take ages. You did your best not to fidget, trying to keep quiet and not bother her. You weren’t even nervous about him showing up, it was the waiting that really got to you.

A sigh of relief escaped you when that sense of dread filled the air and you were left to wait no longer.

This time around he noticed you immediately. “Aw, your lapdog returns. Be careful bringing them around here little witch, I might start ignoring you in favor of easier prey.”

Eden seemed entirely disinterested in what he was saying. “I’m sure I’ll manage.”

That was the most he got out of her. Not that he didn’t keep trying, Eden was just focused on her work. She didn’t have to ignore him for long before she returned to her trance and the two of you were functionally alone again.

You kept your head down, your fidgeting returning in full force now that Eden was no longer conscious enough for you to bother her. It was a good thing to occupy your mind, staring down at your hands as you ignored the demon trying to get your attention.

You could hear him getting more and more frustrated at your seemingly endless fascination with your hands and the floor. “Come on, I’m trapped here by you two, the least you can do is talk to me while you keep me imprisoned.”

“You’re not imprisoned.” It came out faster and more defensive than you’d meant it to. You knew he was trapped, that he couldn’t leave the circle while Eden held him here, but imprisoned had felt so harsh and you couldn’t help but jump to defend your witch.

“What do you mean I’m not imprisoned? What do you think this circle does? Do you know nothing? Why does she even keep you around then?”

He struck a nerve and worse than that, you knew that he could tell. It wasn’t hard to decipher, your shaky inhale at the words giving you away. You didn’t even get the chance to speak before he started to push.

He cooed at you with a faux sympathy. “Oh, that’s it, isn’t it? You don’t even know why she keeps you around. How could you, you’re probably as useless as you seem. Just sitting there, confused. Maybe I wasn’t so wrong when I called you her pet, it seems she’s trained you like one.”

He was getting through to you. Worse than that, he could tell that he was getting through to you.

“Please stop.” Your words were quiet. You knew they wouldn’t work on him, you weren’t foolish enough to not know that much, but you said them anyway. A soft plea made to be ignored.

“She never should have let you be here. Do you think something like this could get through to your witch? You probably had to beg to get to be here and still you’re letting her down. Does she know you’re speaking to me? All you had to do was sit there and you couldn’t even do that, maybe I should tell her what her little waste of space is up to.”

You were drowning. This was why Eden had told you not to speak to him, you knew this was why. He’d found a weakness and he was doing what any decent demon would, he was exploiting it. Everything was spiraling out of control so quickly and you felt as if you’d never be able to find your footing.

In a moment of panic, you did exactly what you’d been warned not to do. You looked up.

In the horror stories you’d read, the scariest part was always the not knowing. When it described the monster too much or showed it to you, it lost most of its power, no longer a strange amalgamation of what you’d least like to see and now just something. Something you can see and touch, the abstract terror gone. You’d been terrified, sure that when you looked up you’d feel dread wash over you. Some deep seeded primal fear of the demon, the creature meant to drag you into unimaginable horrors.

You didn’t. As soon as you looked up all that fear was gone and all you could see was someone. Admittedly, he was imposing. Bigger than any human you’d ever seen with an otherworldly gray skin tone and a twisting set of horns curling around a face that didn’t quite seem right. But he was there, in front of you, a real person. And you weren’t afraid.

He seemed baffled by your reaction. You supposed people typically didn’t visibly relax after seeing him for the first time.

“Hello,” you said, unsure of what else you should be doing. It probably wasn’t greeting him but you didn’t have any better ideas.

For the first time since you’d met, he was the one who seemed to be at a loss for words, taking in your calm face as you looked up at him.

Before he got a chance to figure out how to respond to your greeting or to exploit your discovered weakness any further, Eden snapped out of her trance once more.

Your chest tightened as you dropped your gaze. You wished more than anything you could still see him, that you could try and read his thoughts.

There were so many things he could say right now that would ruin you. You’d gone against everything Eden had said, showed weakness in so many ways.

And then he didn’t and it was almost worse. If he told her, you’d get shouted at, lose some trust. But why was he not saying anything, opting instead to throw insults at her, trying to get a response just as he’d been doing before.

Did he just care about you so little? Or was he saving up ammo, gathering things to hold over your head.

The air shifted to be lighter once more and despite that and the absence of the demon, you couldn’t quite manage to breathe properly.

Eden moved out of her summoning area, completely unaware of your inner turmoil.

As you stood to help her tidy everything up you couldn’t help but ask. “What are you doing with him?”

“What?” Eden seemed taken aback by the question.

“Why are you summoning him? The summonings and the trances must be for something, right?”

“That’s above your paygrade, sorry.” She was still putting away her supplies, barely paying any attention to you.

“Are all demons bad?” you blurted out, not taking the time to consider how it would sound.

The question escaped you before you had any real time to think about it. You were searching for answers, although to what you weren’t entirely certain.

Now you had her attention. She turned abruptly, trying to read you. “What did he say?”

“What?”

“Why are you asking this, what did he say?” Now she sounded protective, that tone you’d been longing to hear when Lucien had been coming at you before.

“I was just thinking.” It was a poor justification but you hoped she'd drop it. You knew she wouldn’t like your answer.

“You were thinking what?” Her words were harsh but you knew she was just worried. She had to be like that, especially when it involved stuff like this. She had to keep you safe.

You decided to let all your thoughts come spilling out. It was easier than coming up with some excuse and accidentally worrying her even more. “I don’t know. Lucifer was an angel and supposedly he wasn’t good so all angels clearly weren’t good, it seems kind of presumptuous to say that all demons are bad. How do we know? We can’t possibly have checked. I don’t even know how we would check. And if we can’t know then we’re what, just guessing who it’s okay to summon because they’re intrinsically evil and who should be left alone?”

“They’re created for evil, by evil, there’s no two ways about it. Leave the ethics to me, okay?”

It certainly wasn’t the answer you were searching for but you knew Eden was done with discussion.

You went to sleep that night with questions circling your head. You wanted to trust Eden, you did trust Eden, but you couldn’t help it. It was always like this, once a question rooted itself in your mind, you never could quite get rid of it.

But there was nothing you could do to answer it. You weren’t sure anyone had the answers you were looking for. Well, not anyone you could just ask. So instead, you tossed and turned with too many thoughts to go to sleep easily, until you were finally, mercifully spared from your busy mind for just a while.

You woke up in the forest, the roots pulsing under your feet and the branches reaching to block out the sky.

Something howled in the distance as the branches blocked out the sun above you. That was how it always started, making sure you couldn’t see anything but the forest around you. You recognized this. You’d been here.

You’d almost been swallowed up by it before, wrapped up in the twisting branches that snaked to block your escape, to isolate you.

You’d had this dream many times before, it had become almost comforting in its repetition. It felt like the forest reaching out for you, like it had staked a claim on your soul and was reminding you of where you would end up someday.

But this time, the dream changed. A familiar voice sounded from behind you, stuck in the same nest of roots and vines that you’d become ensnared in. “I didn’t try to choose a nightmare, funny how that works out.”

You turned to face the demon, his horns butting against the roof of your prison that was trying to close in on you. “This isn’t a nightmare,” you said, watching the branches reach towards you, moving to pull you closer and absorb you into the trees.

If this were anywhere else you’d have been surprised and afraid of the sudden appearance of the demon but not in your dream. Everything couldn’t help but feel natural and normal here.

“Isn’t it?” He cocked his head to the side and one of the branches wound around his horn.

“No,” you said as the roots ensnared your ankle, preventing you from running, even if you’d wanted to.

“What is it then?”

“A reminder.”

“Of?” His follow up questions came just as fast as your answers. You hadn’t meant to be so vague, you just hadn’t expected him to care this much about your inner workings.

“That I’m living on borrowed time.” You clarified, set on giving him a complete answer this time. “I don’t mind them, they make me grateful that my witch saved me. How are you in my dream anyways?”

Normally the trees had swallowed you up by now, but Lucien’s stature was halting their progress. “You’re bad at warding yourself. Your witch never lets me do this.”

Shit. You thought you had the warding down.

It occurred to you, probably later than it should have, that he hadn’t really done much to you other than talk. You knew he couldn’t really hurt you when he was visiting you like this, proper warding or not. The most he could do was fish for information or throw insults but he hadn’t been doing much of either. “And why are you here?”

“I was planning to threaten you but you seem to have distracted me.” He couldn’t counter the trees forever, your dream swallowing him up as a desperate attempt to get at you.

“Better luck next time.”

He phased out of existence before the branches got a chance to tear him apart like they’d done to you so many times and now, there was nothing standing in their way.

You woke with a start. The events of your dream weren’t hazy at all like they usually were. You remembered it all and groaned, getting out of bed in the middle of the night to read up on proper warding.

#terato #demon x reader #demon x human #monster boyfriend #monster bf #monster x human #monster x reader #the witch's apprentice #ive been sitting on this one for too long I needed to just start posting it

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v3x-y0urs3lf · 25 days

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Qiu Lin x Loner / unpopular / shy? MC

Written during the demo ⭐️

Tamarack x Popular reader

Depending on what steps I’m talking about, I’ll change Qiu’s pronouns..

Also, I’m aware that being a ‘loner’ or unpopular doesn’t necessarily mean you’re shy. I do occasionally mention the MC being shy, unlike step 1 Qiu I’m not always going to be able to be too accommodating.

I kind of got sidetracked during the end of Step 3, I’m sorry it doesn’t really fit with the theme.

I am incredibly tired right now, apologies if the English isn’t clear. I did not proof read this.

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I feel like this trope perfectly fits Qiu during a majority of the steps (1-3 I don’t really know about 4.) mainly because Qiu - despite not really intending on it, just is naturally popular even during step 2 (somehow?)

Step one Qiu just doing his usual thing with being overly accommodating and super welcoming to the new neighbour and they’re just.. not accepting it?

You can try and turn Qiu down softly or even just straight up ignore him and he’d.. accept it? I dunno, going off by Qiu’s normal reactions to when you choose to dismiss him.. he doesn’t seem like he’d care unless someone’s starting to judge or bother the MC and vice versa.

I’d like to just highlight that like.. everyone knows Qiu? I quite literally just imagine a bunch of kids during school constantly asking to play with him and while Qiu feels a bit too mean to decline.. he really wants to go play with his new neighbour?

Qiu would try and introduce the MC (and Tamarack.. maybe.) to all of his other friends but.. Neither of them are really budging which puts Qiu at a bit of a cross point.

I’m honestly not too sure what he’d do, lol. My heart wants me to say that Qiu would just go play with the MC anyways, regardless of how many people want him to play with t them but. My brain is telling me he’d give in to all the majority and play with them for a while before going to find the MC later.

Does that mean Qiu doesn’t want to go play with the MC instead? No. Does that mean Qiu doesn’t look their way occasionally while he’s playing tag with the other kids? No. Does that mean Qiu hurts the other kids’ feelings by straight up turning them down? Also no.

Logically thinking, despite what he wants- Qiu would pick to accomodate for the bigger crowd but leave a section of his time to make up for ‘ditching’ the MC for a moment.

It’s very obvious around that Qiu will always go back for the MC. No matter how fun the game is, No matter how distracted/forgetful he usually gets, No matter how many people he’s playing with- He will. Without a doubt. Go talk or play with the MC for at least 10 minutes before break or whatever ends.

Now, Step two.. “All they want in life is a little peace with the ones they trust. Such as, potentially their very favourite neighbor/neighbour.”

Qiu is still very obviously and very much ‘popular’. That never changes throughout their life (probably). They just don’t want to be.

Picture Qiu and MC, chilling by themselves and just avoiding people. By this stage there shouldn’t be any shyness or complete hatred and so, the two of them just sit with each other comfortably as Qiu rejects and declines any and all offers to hang out with anyone else but MC, Ren, Baxter(?) and.. potentially Tamarack? (Not sure about the last two.)

Unfortunately, Qiu can’t control their popularity or ‘Acquaintances’/old friends and everyone does notice when the ‘popular kid’ starts solely hanging out with one person in particular.

I’m not saying MC is getting bullied.. I’m just saying everyone can tell there is obvious favouritism and high school students can and will be mean.. take that as you will.

This is totally the time for “doesn’t get the hype but warms up to person B”.

I might just be biased but.. After 4 years you’d think you’d warm up to the neighbour kid enough to start to.. tolerate? Be content? .. perhaps even enjoy the presence of?

I don’t want to describe the MC too much but let’s just say the feelings between the both of them are mutual. (As in two teens just wanting to get away from the world.)

The two of you find solace in each other’s presence, the two of you having a mutual understanding that you both don’t really want to interact with the world but you’re totally fine with each other.

I hate how short step 2 was but I don’t know how else to describe angsty teens being angsty teens. So we’re moving onto Step three.

Qiu now understands the MC more, After having 8 years knowing each other and at least 4 years of deep conversations as angsty teenagers they can now officially say they understand your point of view.

Qiu doesn’t try to push the MC out of their comfort zone like he would’ve back in Step 1 but they certainly wouldn’t leave the MC to exactly stay in their own shell of aloofness.

Qiu does try to suggest getting out there, meeting new people but if you totally don’t want to- Up to you! They aren’t you and so they will NOT make that decision for you.

Autumn is up for a chat if you’re looking for one though, even the quietest, shyest, most aloof people in town sometimes need someone their age to talk to. Qiu gets it.

You were there through a very deep part of Qiu’s life and they are ready to be for you too if you want them there. Qiu can’t promise that they’ll help solve your problems or make you the talk of the town, but you better bet that they’ll cherish your relationship far after death do the two of you part.

#qiu lin #not my character #olnf qiu #our life now and forever #qiu lin headcanons #qiu lin x reader #our life qiu #our life x reader #not my art

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sleepyhutcherson · 2 months

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Can I possibly get josh futterman fem!reader fic where he meets a clumsy girl at his front door and he finds out she helps his dad with golfing and he left his clubs or whatever and hes like instantly infatuated with her?? Maybe just josh being hopelessly in love ?? ❤️

i play golf… on the wii

masterlist

pairing: josh futturman x fem!reader

summary: you show up at the futturman’s home to drop of mr. futturman’s clubs that he left behind but you’re met with their son who you’ve never met before.

word count: 0.9k

tags: first time meeting, no use of y/n, lovesick!josh, reader is wearing a skirt, playful banter, fluff, reader helps josh’s dad with golf.

author’s note: i used to love wii sports so much so. hope you enjoy this anon, sorry i took so long on your requests but i hope this was what you wanted ( ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈) also huge thanks to @stop-talking for giving me the wii idea <3

You knock on the wooden door holding Mr. Futturman’s clubs that he left behind this morning. You wait patiently for either of the Futturman’s to open the door—that is if they were home. You hoped they were, this was the only time of the day you could drop them off. When the front door opens you’re met with a young man in grey sweatpants, his dark brown hair sticking slightly to his forehead—what the fuck had he doing? You notice then a game controller in his hand and a pair of headphones resting on his head. Oh. People really sweat over games?

“Joshy”, as the Futturman’s referred to him, was apparently not a fifteen-year-old boy as they made him seem whenever they spoke about their son. Joshy’s—Josh’s eyes widen when he sees you, mouth slightly hanging open, completely dumbfounded by you. He reaches up his mic, “uh, I got to go, sorry.” He apologises before turning off his headphones and pulling them off, some of his hair sticking up at the motion.

“Hi,” you greet with a kind smile. You hold up his father’s clubs, “er, your dad left his clubs this morning…he asked me to drop them off.” you glance back to the driveway noticing their car was missing. Fuck.

“He just stepped out with my mom,” Josh says, scratching the back of his head, his sleeve rolling up slightly allowing you to catch a glance of his biceps, the single view quickening your heart. “I’m Josh by the way.” He offers a small wave that you can’t help but find just a little adorable.

“Yeah, I know,” you say with a shy smile. Josh practically melts at the way you smile at him. He takes in your outfit, you’re wearing a pretty white skirt paired with a white Polo shirt. You were still in your golf uniform. Josh could fucking drool right now.

His brows furrow, a small smile curling on his lips. “You do?” He asks, his tone more high pitched than he hoped but you smile anyway.

“Mhm,” you nod, trying to contain yourself from smiling too much but clearly you were failing. There was something so lovely about Josh, the way he kept his eyes on you, especially with those lovesick eyes that crinkled at the corners whenever he smiled. “Your dad’s mentioned you, Joshy.” You say with a teasing tone.

Josh’s face flushes pink, eyes going a little wide with a mixture of panic and embarrassment. “Oh, no.” He whines, but lets out a soft chuckle before hiding his face behind his hands. You notice then he’s tucked in his game controller in the pocket of his sweats.

“It’s adorable,” you comment, giggling a little.

His eye peeks out between the gap of his middle and ring finger, his soft brown eye visible. “You’re teasing me aren’t you?” He asks. God, you were smiling like crazy. Your cheeks hurt.

“No, I swear!” You insist, holding your hands up in surrender. You forget about the clubs, too infatuated by Josh, that you let them go accidentally, landing heavily on Josh’s right foot.

An embarrassing sound falls from his lips the moment the clubs land on his sock-covered foot. “Fuck,” he then hisses, covering his mouth with his hand once he takes in the fact that he let out such a sound in front of you.

Yet, oddly enough, you didn’t completely dislike the pathetic sound he made.

“Oh, my God!” You hurry down to pick up the clubs, staggering them back up, keeping a tight grip on them now. “I’m so sorry!” You apologise, mentally scolding yourself for not being more careful.

“It’s okay,” he assures, although he could cry right now. It was almost as bad as stubbing your toe, he thinks. He wipes at his eye while you’re busy keeping them upright, hoping you didn’t notice the way he literally shed a tear. “Uh, here let me get those out of the way,” he moves forward to grab the clubs and at the same time you move them towards his direction causing your hands to brush against each other’s slightly, but it’s enough to make you both turn bright red.

“S-sorry,” You stammer, pulling away first. Josh would’ve let his hands brush against yours for a moment longer, honestly. You feel suddenly overwhelmed by all of this—your palpitating heart that seems to quicken more as you continue your conversation with Josh, your palms are tingling, and you feel incredibly hot. “I, uh, I should go then.”

Josh—now having put his father’s clubs at a side—feels his heart drop. No, he whines mentally. He’s surprised he didn’t let it slip out loud. “You don’t want to stay?” He asks, desperate to keep you just a little longer.

“For what?”

Fuck, for what? Really, for what? Josh suddenly can’t speak English, his words running from him, and he needs to think of a response—an excuse for you to stay. His eyes shift down to the clubs at his side. “You like to golf?”

Your eyes narrow at the sudden question. “Uh, yeah…” you reply, and Josh smiles like a dumb puppy at that. You raise a brow at him, “you…you want to play golf…?”

“Why not?” He answers with a exciting yet silly grin. He so desperately would do anything if it meant you would stay longer. He would endure his toes getting crushed by his dad’s clubs once again if that meant you would stay.

“You play golf?” You ask. Honestly, Josh seemed like the type of person who would have no interest in golf or really, any sports.

He frowns slightly then. Aw. His frown alone drew you towards him, just a bit. It was so cute. “I play golf…” his eyes flicker to the floor then, ashamed, “on the Wii…” he mumbles. You smile at how adorable he was, your heart warming up.

You think for a moment. Josh’s eyes meet yours again, a nervous look in his deep hazel eyes that are just beautiful in the sun. You give in.

“We can play on your Wii then.”

#josh futturman #josh futturman x reader #josh futturman x you #josh futturman fluff #josh futturman smut #josh futturman imagine #future man #future man x reader #josh hutcherson fluff #josh hutcherson x reader #josh hutcherson smut #josh hutcherson fanfic #josh hutcherson #mike schmidt x you #mike schmidt comfort #mike schmidt x reader #mike schmidt smut

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Back to you - Ellie Williams

Part three /

Tags: @kyleeservopoulos

Pairing: Ellie Williams x female reader

College!au

Summary: college!ellie au. Having once been close friends, Ellie and you begin to talk again while new feelings bloom and old ones return.

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You felt pretty. Wearing a little black dress with matching heels, hair down and light makeup, you bit your lip to suppress your wide smile and girlish giggle of excitement.

You never were one for parties yet you had been waiting for tonight for the majority of the week.

“We look so hot!” Dina squealed behind you. She wore a short blue dress with shoes to match. Her dark hair was in a high ponytail and she wore a small amount of makeup. Walking up behind you she wrapped her arms around your shoulders, smiling at you through the mirror.

“I want you to have fun tonight.” Dina whispered.

“Don’t worry I’m not going to start studying in the middle of the dance floor.” You joked.

Dina shook her head, “ I mean it. You’re always stressed and busy. Maybe get to know someone, I’ve seen you with Ethan Gilbert a good amount of times lately.”

“for school reasons Di!” you tried to reason.

Dina quirked a brow, “Ellie and I seen you enter a café together. Didn’t seem like education purposes to us “

You rolled your eyes. She was thinking too much into it.

“I think a relationship would be the perfect thing for you. You won’t have trouble getting someone anyway. “ Dina smiled.

“Yeah yeah, can we go now?” you didn’t want to talk about this anymore.

Dina laughed before interlocking her hand with yours, leading you out of her dorm.

You knew there would be a large crowd, Stacey was popular, but still the amount of people surprised you.

Muttering apologies as you pushed past people, Dina lead you to Jesse, your hands still interlocked with each other.

The music was loud and the smell of cheap alcohol and weed was all that filled your senses.

Greeting Jesse when you and Dina found him in the crowd you told Dina you were going to get a drink. You had been to many parties with Jesse and Dina and you knew that if you stayed you would awkwardly third wheel them.

Pushing through countless bodies that blocked your way, you finally made it to the equally crowded make shift bar. Picking up a cup of an unknown liquid you turned around only to be face to face with Ellie.

“Hey!” you shouted over the music

“Hey!” Ellie shouted back. She didn’t seem bothered about the blasting music or the strong smell of weed mixed with alcohol. She didn’t back away from the people dancing around her. To be honest she looked relaxed, comfortable even.

It was too dark to properly see her but you could make out her face. Realizing you were blocking her way to the bar you moved to the side. Ellie smiled before grabbing a plastic cup much like your own. Bringing it up to her lips, she took a mouthful whilst holding the eye contact between you and her. She didn’t wince from the sour taste or the burning feeling as the liquid travelled down her throat. You averted your eyes to the crowd.

You didn’t have to look to know Ellie moved to stand closer to you. You continued to watch the crowd. Many people already drunk or high.

You jumped from the sudden feeling of breath fanning your cheek, and a slightly raspy voice speaking into your ear.

“you look pretty tonight.”

Straightening yourself you faced Ellie.

“Thank you. Your looking good yourself Williams.”

Ellie laughed taking another sip from her cup.

A girl, clearly high, stumbled in your direction. Without thinking Ellie grabbed your waist to move you out of the way. You watched the girl clumsily reach out for a drink on the table, spilling it on herself, but she didn’t seem to notice.

Your face reddened once your realized Ellie’s hand placement. It felt more humid than before, the music started to sound like an echo from another room. You were aware of how your dress felt on your skin, the makeup you wore felt heavy as did your hair. Amongst it all, you felt your chest tightening, your heart speeding up, thousands of butterflies dancing in your stomach and you incapability of functioning a proper thought.

“finally found you. I’ve been looking everywhere for you Y/N.”

The moment you heard that voice you were brought back to the present. The music was loud and your body was somewhat calm.

“Oh, hey Williams” Ethan greeted Ellie once he spotted her beside you. Ethan stood with a charming smile, wearing jeans and a varsity jacket you had to admit he looked good. A few strands of hair fell at the front of his face and his dimples were clear to see from his wide smile.

Ellie gently squeezed your waist before letting go.

“Gilbert.” Ellie curtly replied. “how are you?”

Ellie didn’t give two shits about how he was doing.

“All good.” Ethan turned to you, “I came to ask if a pretty lady like yourself would join me on the dance floor.” Ethan outstretched his hand for you to take.

You smiled warmly. “I don’t see why not.” You laughed.

You followed him as he lead you through the jungle of dancing bodies.

As if on queue Dina and Jesse made their way over to where Ellie was standing, Jesse grabbed two cups, one for him and the other for Dina who took it gratefully.

Ellie’s eyes remained on you as she continued to drink. She watched you and Ethan smile at each other. She watched as he would bring his face closer to yours to whisper something that would make you laugh. She watched as you closed your eyes and smiled contently as you danced. She watched your body move, the way your hips swayed and your hands found themselves in your hair. She watched as you tilted your head up and her eyes strayed down to your now exposed throat. She let her eyes linger for a few moments as vulgar thoughts plagued her mind. She blamed it on the weed she smoked earlier and the alcohol she currently drank.

Ellie’s hand tightened around the cup she held, her other now curled in a tight fist by her side, her knuckles white. She looked at the boy that was making you laugh, who made you smile. Her chest tightened. Irritation eating at her.

“Earth to Ellie” Jesse waved his hand In front of her eyes.

“what?” she focused on her two friends as she forced her mind away from thoughts of you.

“are you ok Ellie?”

Ellie felt bad once she seen the concerned look on Dina’s face. She hated making her friends worry about her. Her hands loosened.

Ellie smiled apologetically at Dina. “I’m gonna head back to my dorm.”

“Since when are you the first to leave out of us?” Jesse gasped dramatically.

“I’m just tired.” She shrugged. She knew Jesse was only joking, Dina was the one she wanted to reassure.

Her eyes jumped over to your dancing form. A knowing look crossed Dina’s features.

Ellie quickly left the party after saying one last “sorry” to the couple and taking one last glance at you.

The song ended and you found yourself needing a drink. Shouting a “goodbye” at Ethan who just about heard you, you made your way back to your original spot by the bar as Ethan was pulled away by two of his friends you didn’t recognize.

Quickly grabbing a cup you stood In front of Dina and Jesse. You looked around, frowning slightly.

“Looking for someone?” Jesse questioned.

“Have you seen Ellie? She was here just a moment ago.” You asked him.

Dina bet Jesse to an answer to your question.

“She’s just after leaving. Something about being tired. But I’m worried about her. She’s been acting weird lately.” Dina frowned.

“what do you mean?”

“she’s been zoning out a lot. Not talking as much and spending more time in her dorm.” Dina explained with a look of both sadness and worry.

“oh” you felt guilty for not noticing.

“perhaps you might check in on her.” Dina suggested.

Worried about the girl you agreed to do just that.

#ellie williams x y/n #ellie williams x you #ellie williams #ellie tlou #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams x female reader #joel and ellie #the last of us ellie #the last of us 2 #the last of us #tlou #ellie williams fanfic #ellie williams imagine #ellie x reader #bella ramsey #bella ramsey x reader #bella ramsey x you

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greenhikingboots · 1 year

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Jon’s Pre-Canon Crush

Okay, Jonsa fam. I’ve seen a lot of great posts, especially in the last few months, about Jon’s reactions to Val. Among them, there’s one particular vein I like to assume everyone loves as much as I do. That is, when Jon thinks of Val’s hair as silver vs. when he thinks of it as the color of dark honey. You’ve seen those metas, right? They explain the likelihood of Jon’s future connection to Dany being negative — The air tastes cold. / My tongue is too numb to tell. All I taste is cold. — while his future connection to Sansa will be positive — It had been a long while since Jon Snow had seen a sight so lovely.

Well, in this post I want to expand on the angle of Val-is-sometimes-a-stand-in-for-Sansa. Only, I don’t want to speculate on what will happen between Jon and Sansa in the future, if we ever get GRRM’s last two books. Enough people have already done that, and they’ve done it so wonderfully that I have little to add. Instead, as the title of this post says, I want to focus on Jon’s pre-canon crush. More specifically: I want to focus on what Jon’s thoughts and feelings about Val say about his thoughts and feelings about Sansa.

But let me lay some groundwork first, okay? Until a few weeks ago, I went back and forth on pre-canon crush theories. I agreed they held a lot of potential and were a lot of fun to daydream about — a great premise for a one-shot, to be sure! Oh, and I’ve always loved it when people said things like, “Hey, Jon, your Targaryen is showing.” That’s classic stuff. But did I really think GRRM meant to hint at prior feelings rather than just laying a foundation for future feelings? Again, until a few weeks ago, I wasn’t totally convinced either way. But now I am fully committed to the Pre-Canon Crush Camp, assigned to cabin Jon-Had-Feelings-for-Sansa. [Did Sansa have feelings for Jon too? Ummm maybe? I think there’s some evidence to support that, but not as much. But, hey, that’s not the point of this post. Sorry. Moving on.] So what changed? Well, basically some ideas I’d previously had sunk in on a deeper level. It started with this post from @sherlokiness. It talks about GRRM commenting on a discrepancy in the books, two occasions where Jeyne Westerling’s physical descriptions do not match up. GRRM said the discrepancies were a mistake, a really unfortunate one because it distracts from the times when he intentionally included discrepancies of physical appearances. And basically us Jonsas loved it. Like, “Yep! Make sense! We assumed as much already, Mr. Martin.” And that’s because of the canon line mentioned earlier, right? You know the whole thing, don’t you? Oh, but you want me to quote it here anyway? Okay, fine, I’ll oblige.

They [Ghost and Val] look as though they belong together. Val was clad all in white [bleh, bleh, bleh] …but her eyes were blue, her long braid the color of dark honey, her cheeks flushed red from the cold. It had been a long while since Jon Snow had seen a sight so lovely.

Direwolf. Lots of white. Suspicious ellipses. Blue eyes. Long braid the color of dark honey. Right, okay, got it. [BTW. Did you know there’s also a point, early on, where Val’s described as having high cheekbones? You know, a feature Sansa has as well!?!?] Anyway, when I saw sherlokiness’s post about GRRM’s comments and the Jonsas relating it to that canon scene with Ghost and Val, I reblogged it. Naturally. And in the tags I said something like, “I’ll have to double check but I’m pretty sure the willowy creature line comes after this line. As in, maybe Jon knew exactly who Val reminded him in that moment and he was trying to talk himself out of his pre-canon crush coming back to the surface.” I’m paraphrasing here. My tags were probably not as clear as that. Also, I was being a bit facetious. It was a thought I’d had before, but just a passing one. Again (AGAIN! Do I say that too much?), I’d been going back and forth about pre-canon crush theories for a long time. But @agentrouka-blog saw my tags and was like, “You might be onto something there.” And then @zimshan saw my tags too and did the double check for me. Thanks! And guess what? GUESS WHAT, JONSA FAM!? I was right about the order. First, Jon sees Ghost and Val, thinks her eyes are blue and her hair is like dark honey, and it is a lovely sight. Second, this line:

Val looked the part [of a princess] and rode as if she had been born on horseback. A warrior princess, he decided, not some willowy creature who sits up in a tower, brushing her hair and waiting for some knight to rescue her.

But guess what else? The order isn’t even the most striking thing. The most striking thing is how closely these two lines appear to one another — within just a few pages!!! That's what zimshan said. So I went back to read it myself. Not just the two lines to check the order, but a little before, and a little after, and everything in between. If you want, you can do the same. It’s ADWD Jon XI.

Want to know what stuck out to me most? The willowy creature line actually seems… so odd, and out of place, and unnecessary. I swear to you. Let me try to explain.

Basically, by that point in the chapter, Jon has already clearly established his take on Val. She’s beautiful, everyone knows it, but she’s more than that. She’s strong and capable. She found Tormund and brought him back to Castle Black when Jon’s Night’s Watch Rangers couldn’t manage it. Like, Jon’s thankful for Val, okay?

Oh, and he also seems aware that he holds her in higher regard than the rest of the men who keep calling her a princess even though she’s not one. I think he feels smug about it, to be honest. Like, he wouldn’t use these words because it’s ASOIAF, but he knows he’s a budding feminist and he’s proud of himself for it. Like, “I’m so much better than these asshats who don’t respect women and think all Val has to offer is her pretty face.”

How great is that? I love book Jon so much.

Where was I, though? Oh! Oh, oh, oh! This next part is key. Up until the willowy creature line, Jon has not had a single disparaging thought about Val. Val being cruel about Shireen’s greyscale hasn’t happened yet. But for some reason — *Getting too executed. Brain malfunctioning!*

AH! I SWEAR JONSA FAM! If you read the willowy creature in fuller context, it comes across as if Jon’s correcting himself for having a disparaging thought about Val, like he’s reminding himself of who she truly is. She’s a warrior princess, not a willowy creature. But like, why? Why does Jon feel the need to do this? He hasn’t had a disparaging thought about Val, so why correct himself as if he has?

Just because she’s beautiful? Just because he’s tired of other men calling her a princess? I mean, I guess that could be the whole story. That’s certainly how we’re supposed to take it, if we’re taking it at face value. But I’m not convinced. Go read it again, and I think you’ll see that when the willowy creature line happens, it actually feels like a weird logic leap.

The dots aren’t connecting because one dot is missing!!!! Let me put a pin in that for a moment while I turn to other mini metas in our Jonsa fandom. Antis like to say, “Jon doesn’t like girls like Sansa. He doesn't like willowy creatures, he said so himself.” But we know that’s crap, right? The boy who liked Ygritte’s gentle side? The boy who helps Alys Karstark by marrying her to Sigorn? The boy who dreamed his mother was a highborn lady with kind eyes? The boy who wanted to show his hypothetical wife Winterfell’s glass gardens and bath with her in the hot pools?

Yeah, that boy is a budding feminist, like I said.

So again I ask (AGAIN!) why would Jon — who is not especially critical of women in general and has not been critical of Val at all up to this point — feel the need to correct himself by thinking this critical thing about willowy creatures? In other words, why does he lift up Val by putting down some vague idea of other women he’s never had a problem with before?

Well, obviously it turns out that I believe my facetious, tongue in cheek tags more than I realized when I wrote them. My position is that somewhere in the two pages between ...a long while since Jon had seen a sight so lovely… and ...not some willowy creature who sits up in a tower, brushing her hair… Jon realized Val reminded him of Sansa, he felt guilty and ashamed about it, and then felt the need to do damage control. And because guilt and shame are icky, confusing feelings, his damage control took the form of being critical of Sansa even though he isn’t normally critical of such women.

Am I making sense? How do I explain myself further? Like, why am I so stuck on this idea Jon’s willowy creature line being two pages after the Ghost and Val looking lovely together line must mean Jon had a pre-canon crush?

I think the crux is what I said about the willowy creature line feeling like a weird logic leap — like the dots aren’t connecting because one is missing. The missing dot is Jon being aware that he’s mentally swapped Val with Sansa. He just doesn’t acknowledge this on the page.

Let me be extra clear. I’m now differing from several others who have written about pre-canon crush theories in that I think Jon was aware of his crush. I’ve seen many say it’s all subconscious. But this stuff with Val makes me think otherwise.

I mean, I know Jon has a pattern of dissociation. For him, thinking, and speaking, and acting from his subconsciousness is a common occurrence. So, yes, he could have subconsciously thought Val looked like Sansa and subconsciously felt guilty and ashamed and therefore subconsciously decided to do damage control by subconsciously reminding himself Val is a warrior princess and therefore not a willowy creature.

But I think GRRM was hinting at an exception to Jon’s pattern with these canon lines. Because if the first part is happening subconsciously — Jon thinking Val looks like Sansa and that it’s a lovely sight — then he wouldn’t feel the need to do damage control afterwards? If he wasn’t aware of thinking of Sansa in that moment, isn’t it more likely he’d just carry on with taking Val to meet Selyse, and the odd, out of place, unnecessary line about a willowy creature wouldn’t have been included? What else, what else?

I said earlier that I think Jon’s crush is an innocent, not sexual thing. Let me expand on that. And uuuuuhhhhh... let me clarify that I think that might be changing some over time. My guess is when Jon was younger, his thoughts were more along these lines: “Sansa is pretty, and a proper lady, and everything men are taught to want. She’ll be a good wife for someone someday. Obviously not me. That’s sinful, I don’t want it, and I’m a bastard so I can’t marry a highborn lady anyway. But objectively, Sansa’s a good catch.” Which kinda matches how Jon thinks of Val at times, right? Like, she’s a catch but he doesn’t want her. He’s not taking Winterfell and a Wife because Winterfell belongs to Sansa and he’s a man of the Night’s Watch, dammit! But hang on a second. Sometimes Jon’s thoughts about Val are more elicit, aren’t they? He thinks about the size of her breasts and she’s the hypothetical wife he pictures romancing in Winterfell. Don’t worry, I’m not saying I’m secretly a Jon/Val shipper. What I’m getting at is this other thing we’ve talked about in the Jonsa fandom. Jone projects his general desires onto Val. He’s getting older. He’s unhappy at the Wall. Winterfell isn’t Robb’s like he thought it would be, and Bran and Rickon are thought to be dead. And Stannis is offering Winterfell and Val to him. Plus he’s now been intimate with a woman, Ygritte. So he knows that sex feels nice. All in all, Jon’s becoming more in tune with wanting Winterfell, and a wife, and a family, and wanting to fu—

You get the idea. ;)

Soooooo. If you buy into the premise that A) Jon considered Sansa a good catch when they were younger B) He’s thinking more and more about romance and sex C) Val is also a good catch and easy to project feelings onto and D) Woopsies, Val just reminded me of Sansa! Well, then where does all that leave Jon? Feeling like he needs to distance himself from positive thoughts about Sansa, right? But without ever thinking her name because of his pattern of dissociation and because GRRM is tricky like that. Am I making my point clearer, or just talking in circles? Like, I know plenty of people have already said Val is a switch-back-and-forth-stand-in-for-other-characters. The first two short paragraphs of this post mentions those metas. But holy smokes! If Jon is aware of A-D mentioned above, that adds a fascinating layer of subtext to his scenes with and thoughts about Val. Let’s talk about it forever!

Just kidding. I think I’m almost done here. Basically, I think the willowy creature line is Jon knowingly saying to himself, “Yikes, the thoughts I had about Sansa in the past didn’t bother me much because they were 99% innocent. But they are less innocent now and that’s a problem! You can’t like Sansa! Don’t confuse Sansa with Val, dummy! Val is a warrior princess! Sansa is a willowy creature and willowy creatures are bad!”

Okay, sure, Jon. Let me wrap up with one more canon line.

Of Sansa brushing out Lady’s coat and singing to herself. You know nothing, Jon Snow.

We often link this line to Ygritte for obvious reasons, but I’m now in the habit of linking it more to Val and the canon lines mentioned previously. I think GRRM wrote a the three lines — a sight so lovely + willow creature + of Sansa brushing out Lady’s coat — as a subtle continuation of one another. Us Jonsas saw the potential for underlying romantic feelings in the last one, that’s nothing new. But I want to add that it’s a direct contrast to the willowy creature line. As Jon is bleeding out, he can no longer be bothered to put up a front and pretend he doesn’t have feelings for Sansa, feelings that have gotten more complicated as of late.

Oh so subtle. Really not that much different than what others have said before me. But different enough I wanted to mention it. Now someone put it in a fanfic!!

#jonsa #jonsa meta #jonsa pre-canon crush #did this make sense?#it's a blur #i almost gave up on writing it #but people seemed interested #so i hope i don't sound like a crazy person

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fortheloveofexy · 1 year

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Top 5 vs Personal 5

List your top 5 fics ranked by kudos on AO3. are you surprised by what's most popular to your readers? then provide your ranking of your personal top 5 fics, and tag a few fellow writers!

Thanks for the tag @mostlymaudlin ! tagging @jingerhead @paradoxolotl @exy-shmexy @storiesnstardust

Top 5 (by Kudos):

1. Call Me By Your Name (3.9k, andreil)

Basically, Neil calls Andrew “baby” in his sleep once, so Andrew gets flustered and then secretly tries out different pet names for Neil.

This one... honestly really surprised me with how popular it got. It’s my most kudos’d fic by a long shot (2,378 kudos??? insanity). It’s a short little thing, entirely focused around andreil and pet names. To be honest, I have mixed feelings about this one being the top fic, because it’s one of my oldest fics and I don’t really love the prose now. I don’t really understand why it got so popular out of everything I wrote bc it’s never anyone’s favorite fic when I ask, but I’m glad so many enjoyed it!

2. Sweet Enough To Eat (3.1k, andreil)

Andrew experiencing cute aggression. That’s basically the whole premise lol.

Anyway, this one is my oldest fic, so I assume that’s why it’s so popular. It’s cute, sweet even! I still like it to this day. Not much else to say about it though.

3. May We Meet Again (10.7k, andreil)

The first installment of the Artist Neil AU.

To be honest, I don’t like it anymore. That whole AU has problems with pacing, and some characterization issues too. Plus, looking back at the art now makes me cringe so hard. The only reason it’s still up is bc I know a lot of people really like it. Sometimes I think about revising the whole thing but I still remember how big of an undertaking it was when I first wrote it and made all the art for it, so I probably won’t.

4. The Marks We Make (41.3k, andreil)

A (mostly) canon rewrite from Andrew’s POV with a soulmate AU twist.

This the first multichapter fic I ever wrote, and one of the earliest fics I ever published, so I’m not surprised it’s high on the list. There are some things I like about this one, and some I would do differently. Writing this fic helped me make some of my first friends in the fandom though, so it was very much worth it.

5. Yes Or No? (35.5k, andreil)

sub andrew & Dom Neil pwp - need I say more?.

This one truly surprised me. It was meant to be a one-shot experiment, something I wrote as an exploration of my own boundaries and limits. BDSM fics are often triggering for me, so I generally avoid them, but I wanted to write a BDSM fic that I would be able to enjoy and to explore BDSM from a safe distance.

However, given how much the fandom seemed to be against Andrew submitting (and sometimes even just bottoming) at the time, I worried I might end up getting hate for writing it. To my surprise, I did not, and so many commenters asked that I continue it that I ended up turning it into a whole series.

I’m quite proud of it still - it might just be a smut fic to most people, but it will always be more than just a smut fic to me.

I do hate the last 3 paragraphs of the main fic though. I was on a kick where I thought incorporating references to fic titles and canon lines into my writing was clever and fun, but now I just cringe when I look at it. Ahh well, maybe someday I’ll change it and tell nobody. Create a little Berenstein/Berenstain Bears moment :)

Top 5 (Personal Ranking):

1. More Than Words (32.9k, ongoing, neon friendship)

Neil and Aaron meet as kids and become best friends, long before Aaron learns his mother’s secret - he has a long lost twin brother.

I cannot gush enough about the love I have for this fic, this whole story. I can’t talk about it here because I have some insane twists planned (iykyk) but just know this fic is my baby and this story will be my magnum opus once it’s done. I love writing Neil and Aaron’s friendship, I love writing Aaron’s POV, I love the plans I have these boys. It’s still ongoing so I understand why it’s not higher up in the kudos ranking, but I’m hopeful that will change once I actually finish it.

2. A Quiet Self-Destruction (2.6k, andreil)

A character study on Andrew’s experience with depression, and how Neil helps him through his bad days.

I wrote this to comfort myself during one of my own depression spells. It still brings me a bit of hope on dark days. For that, I will always love it.

3. Scribbles and Sticky Notes (11.7k, andreil)

Neil retires from Exy, with heaps of fluff, soft Andreil, wholesome Twinyards, hurt/comfort, MCD and angst.

Hands down, this is the saddest fic I’ve ever written, and I’m quite proud of that fact. I think the pacing is really good, and the gut punches are quite successful (while being foreshadowed quite nicely). The characterization is also spot on, I think. It’s got MCD though, which I think is probably why it’s not more popular.

4. The Past, Stained Red (4.4k, andreil)

Part 3 of the Artist Neil AU. Andrew has a surprise run-in with a ghost from his past, and finally gets some closure.

This is the only fic of the Artist Neil AU that I actually still like. It’s well-paced, well-characterized, and I still like the art. Mostly, though, I viciously loved writing Andrew getting to close the door on Cass, and I loved writing him acknowledging the harm she did to him as a foster parent. He couldn’t see it as a child, but as an adult? He sees her clearly, in all her failure. It was extremely cathartic to write that.

5. Catdrew Meowyard (1.4k, andreil)

Andrew suddenly has cat ears and a tail. Nobody questions it. Shenanigans ensue.

This is such a silly little fic. I wrote it as a joke and I still love it dearly, even though it’s very dumb. It’s just very fun to write and to read, and it’s perfect for when I want to blow off steam and write some crack.

#aftg #andreil #all for the game #the foxhole court #aftg fics #aftg fanfics #andrew minyard #neil josten #fic recs #aftg fanfic #andreil fanfic #andreil fic #aftg fic #fanfic

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patchworkgargoyle · 3 months

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🩸 A Steddie Big Bang Fic 🌙

Chapter 6

story by: @patchworkgargoyle || art by: @mcdadarts || playlist to come by: @steves-strapcollection || beta'd by: @tboygareth Rating: E || Words: ~6k || CW: blood drinking, accidental to intentional voyeurism, mutual masturbation (kinda) || Full tag list on ao3! Fic title from Wolf Like Me - TV On The Radio We're getting into the spicy shit with Eddie's pov today, folks! Mind the content warnings.

The research crew lasted twenty minutes after Harrington left before they gave up studying. Dustin insisted they’d checked every single musty tome even vaguely related to werewolves already and found nothing, and sitting there going through them all again was a waste of valuable time.

What wasn’t a waste, apparently, was sitting in the Harrington’s living room and watching a recorded version of Grease, commercials and all. Not that it mattered, because the kids all talked over themselves during the whole movie anyway. Though, sometimes, Eleven (and Eddie had yet to have that name explained) stopped to sing along under her breath and it warmed Eddie’s cold, sluggish heart so much that he sang Greased Lightnin’ with her. He hoped that would save him from facing Max’s brutal wit being turned on him for being a metalhead singing to a damn musical.

These children that Steve surrounded himself with–or, from the stories Dustin had been telling, it sounded like they adopted him instead–were insanely brilliant and brave, and the way they talked about Steve now that he wasn’t around wasputting even more cracks in the walls Eddie had put up to keep Steve at a distance. Not that it’d been working well in the first place. Steve himself had smashed a hole through it when he offered Eddie his own blood (something Eddie did his level best to Not Think About), despite only knowing Eddie for a little over a week. But Dustin, Max, and El, all so much more like Eddie than Steve was in school, and yet here they were, describing how he’d stopped some kind of lost swamp creature from ruining a farmer’s field, and probably being killed for it, with nothing but his charm and a big bag of compost. What a big damn hero he was.

So, sue him if he’d been rethinking all of his Doctrine bullshit. Steve wasn’t King of Hawkins High anymore; he was grumpy on the mornings he had an early shift, he indulged Eddie’s long-winded ramblings, owned a terrifying amount of medieval weaponry, and he took care of his people. And Eddie had found himself temporarily counted amongst them. It chafed and made him feel special at the same time.

Sometimes he found himself sneaking around the gym attached to the monster hunter library while Steve–no, Harrington swung around all sorts of dangerous and spiky implements in a training regimen designed to put all his rippling muscles on very athletic display. Eddie told himself he was studying up. In the unlikely event that Harrington did turn on him, of course. It was the smart thing to do.

Eddie had zoned out thinking of said training when he heard a car door close outside. Snapped out of his daydream, Eddie's head twitched towards the noise, and when Max’s did too all the kids were on high alert.

“That’s not Steve and Robin,” Max warned.

Dustin looked at Eddie, wide-eyed, and Eddie felt his hands clench in the arm of the couch. “Maybe it’s one of your moms?” he suggested, but Max shook her head. “Fuck.”

“It’s fine, I’ll answer the door, people know me and Steve are like this,” Dustin wrapped his middle finger over his index, “so that shouldn’t give anything away. I’m here all the time!” His nonchalant shrug did nothing to conceal how his voice cracked nervously and Eddie’s confidence sank lower. “Y’know what, maybe they’re just turning around and won’t even knock–”

Three hesitant knocks echoed down the foyer and Dustin winced.

Max glared, unimpressed. “You jinxed it, moron.”

“Shut up!” he hissed. Waving his hands around like a manic conductor, Dustin made everyone sit in silence while he stared at the door. Eddie hoped this would work, just waiting the person out, but his hopes were dashed when they heard slightly more frantic rapping. “Shit. Alright. Time for Plan B. Eddie, prepare for Plan C.”

“What’s Plan C!?” Eddie whispered anxiously. He hid his face in his hands when Dustin copied Eddie’s Dracula pose from earlier. “No, no, absolutely not, Dustin. Wait, hey!”

The kid raced to the door when the knocking came back and Eddie flung himself to the floor to not risk being seen. The sound of the lock was all the warning he got before Dustin opened the door and: “Oh, um. Hi there, you’re Steve’s friend right?” Eddie knew that voice. “Is he here still?”

Eddie popped up over the couch. “Chris?”

She grinned and waved, so Eddie scrambled off the floor and ran to tug her inside, deftly avoiding the sunshine, then wrapped her in a tight hug. Seeing her was more of a relief than he’d thought. Being stuck in Steve’s house without his stuff, his friends, his uncle…

“Oh fuck, I forgot to leave a note for Wayne.”

Chrissy snort-laughed into his shirt. “He called me and I told him you were okay, but I had to make sure.” She stepped back. “You do look okay. Good, actually. Even though, uh,” she trailed off and saw Dustin standing at the closed door wiggling his eyebrows at Eddie.

He narrowed his eyes at Dustin and subtly shook his head, only getting an eye roll in return. “We’ll talk about that later, I think,” Eddie said. “In the meantime, wanna help me babysit?”

After introductions were made–and El made Chrissy giggle when she bluntly but admiringly stated, “You’re very pretty,”–and they’d all settled back in, Eddie found that Chrissy fit right in. Dustin was a little starstruck at first, which Eddie chalked up to the whole freshman nerd kid and senior cheerleader thing, but as soon as she started asking about the summer camp hat he wore he started infodumping like his life depended on it. Chrissy, used to listening to Eddie’s endless speeches, participated like a pro. The way Dustin’s grin kept growing made Eddie think she’d just earned a friend for life. Eventually Max peeled Dustin away from Chrissy with a few well-placed taunts so she and Eddie could catch up.

Chrissy’s life had been going along as normal, though she’d been keeping tabs on Jason just in case, she told Eddie. He wished that hadn’t made her wince with guilty regret, but they’d fought before over her relationship with him so badly once it nearly cost him their friendship, so he kept his opinion to himself. As far as she knew, though, Jason was acting normally.

Eddie had a little more to talk about. Gossiping about Steve with her was a relief; who knew he’d learn so much about the former King in just a few weeks of forced cohabitation?

“You know, he mumbles to himself,” Eddie said, ignoring that he was also mumbling. “He’ll mumble and when I try to talk back he gets in a little snit and says ‘I wasn’t talking to you!’” Chrissy giggled at his very poor impression of Steve’s voice. “What does he expect me to do? He asks himself questions and I answer and he gets all bitchy at me. But I can’t win, because, get this, he’ll bitch at me again when I don’t respond because he’s mumbling in the same damn tone!”

Eyes sparkling with mirth, Chrissy covered her smile with a hand, her knees tucked up to her chest on the couch. “Why don’t you tell me how you really feel?” she teased.

“I don’t like your tone,” Eddie said, eyes narrowed. Her smile grew wider behind her hand, and when she raised an eyebrow he folded his arms. “Don’t get any ideas, Cunningham.”

“No, nope, no ideas.”

He glared at her for a few more seconds before a song came on over the TV that jogged his memory and he pointed at the screen. “And you know what else he does? He sings. Into objects. Like his hairdryer, straight out of the movies like a weirdo!”

A loud snort caught his attention and Eddie’s gaze snapped to Max who was watching Eddie from the corner of her eyes with a smug, knowing expression. He felt like a deer in headlights suddenly, until Max rolled her eyes and went back to talking to El and Dustin.

“Despite all that, looks like you’re doing pretty well here. And you don’t seem, um, thirsty.” She whispered the last word with a curious quirk to her brow, and Eddie shrugged.

“Got it covered, the last time. You don’t need to worry about me so much, Chris, you’ve got your own stuff to handle.”

“Yeah, okay, my best friend being framed for murder isn’t something to worry about,” she said, rolling her eyes before turning sombre. “Eddie, I’m gonna worry until you’re safe. I hate that I can’t do anything about it.”

Eddie shifted in his seat. He was always uncomfortable with people worrying over him, but it’s not like she was wrong. This was serious, the worst scrape he’d ever been in and he didn’t even know why it was happening in the first place. Dragging a hand down his face, he heaved a sigh and looked down at the floor. “Sorry, Chris. You’re doing enough just by being here.”

Her mouth pursed unhappily, but before she could say anything more, car doors slammed outside once again and Max perked up.

“Steve’s home.”

Before he could react, the door flung open and Steve stood there, his eyes darting across the group. When he caught sight of Chrissy, he sagged. Robin, right behind him, looked ready to fight until she also saw that everyone was fine.

Eddie tracked Steve as he trudged up the stairs without a word. He was smeared all over with dirt, his face grim and tense, but the walkway above obscured him from view before Eddie could get a better read on him. Robin drifted into the living room and curled up into the one empty chair, almost swallowed by the plush cushions. Dustin got up and switched the TV off.

“What happened?” he asked.

“‘Nother werewolf,” Robin said quietly, and the words spread like a shockwave through all of them.

So, Dustin’s plan had worked. The killer struck again, proving that Eddie was innocent, but also that there was someone with a vendetta against werewolves. Steve must’ve had to bury the body too, and that made Eddie’s stomach drop to his feet. With a glance up, he saw Max looking more stormy than usual. She, Robin, and Steve were all in danger, then, more so than Eddie himself was, in his opinion, and now he really understood how Chrissy felt. How could he help them, stuck in this house, unable to go out in the daytime, waiting for the killer’s next move? His hands started to shake, whether it was with fear or anger he couldn’t tell, but he stuck them under his armpits and squeezed, ignoring the way his jaw tensed and his leg started to bounce.

“I’m so sorry, Robin,” Chrissy whispered, and Robin’s head snapped up like she didn’t even realise Chrissy was there, her eyes going wide.

Robin nodded, her surprise quickly eaten away by dread and she murmured a quiet, “Thanks.”

“Were there any new clues?” Dustin asked with an unusual amount of respect.

“Steve and Hopper didn’t find anything, but Jason Carver showed up and said some things. Steve could tell it better but, uh, he should rest. This was… hard on him.”

“Jason?” Chrissy frowned.

“Yeah, I dunno, something about finding the body first but Steve didn’t really wanna talk about it. I think, maybe, we should talk about it in a day or something.” Robin fidgeted with her rings, looking from Chrissy to upstairs to the floor.

Eddie’s eyes were drawn to the upper floor where he could still faintly hear Steve��s heartbeat, the occasional foot fall, like he was pacing but trying to be quiet about it. His lips pursed into a thin, worried line.

“He didn’t tell you anything?” Dustin asked.

Robin gave him an unexpectedly angry look, so Eddie jumped in. “Dustin, man, you’ve been researching all day, give it a break alright?”

“But–”

“Push it and I’ll tell Jeff to kill off your beloved little warlock next session.”

Dustin’s eyes narrowed, but Eddie’s serious tone must’ve gotten through to him because all he did was huff and cross his arms.

“Maybe we should go,” El said, looking upstairs now too.

“I can’t drive, and Eddie can’t until tonight.”

“Shouldn’t leave at all, probably,” Eddie added dourly.

“I can drive you.” Everyone turned to Chrissy. “I’ve got my mom’s station wagon. It’s no trouble.”

Eddie nudged Chrissy with his knee. “You sure you wanna handle these gremlins?” he teased.

“I’ll keep him in line,” Max smirked while Dustin pouted.

Dustin crossed his arms and tilted his head back imperiously. “Eddie said grem-lins, plural, Maxine.”

“You’re pushing it, nerd.”

Robin stood in a sudden flurry of movement. “Okay! Better get all of you gremlins home before Chrissy decides to take back her very generous offer. Come on, shoes on, chop chop!” She clapped her hands in a way that Eddie intrinsically knew came from Steve, and the kids all stood and started towards the door for their shoes.

El, though, stopped beside Eddie. “Can you thank Steve for having us over for us please?” She said it so seriously, so earnestly, that Eddie swore his heart grew two sizes.

“Of course kiddo.” He reached out and ruffled her long hair, and she giggled while leaning away.

When Chrissy got up to leave, Eddie joined her, wrapping her in another hug before she left. “Thanks for taking everyone home.”

She shrugged. “It’s something I can do, at least. And, well, maybe Robin can tell me a little more about what Steve might’ve said about Jason. I’m… I’m really worried, Eddie.”

“I know Chris. I’m sorry.” He squeezed her a little tighter. “We’ll figure it out.”

With the brats corralled, Eddie waved them off from the shade of the doorway. Robin gave him a short, awkward wave, a blush over her cheeks when Chrissy put her hand on the back of her seat to back out of the driveway, and Eddie filed that away for another time. Then he shut the door against the sunlight and returned to the now eerily silent house.

It was something he noticed the longer he stayed here. When Steve was away at work, Eddie left to his own devices, all he had to do was read the books he’d brought, maybe snoop around for some others, plunk away at his guitar and fill the silence with the old records that the Harringtons left to collect dust. But even with the music playing, the house seemed to absorb noise, like a museum. And there were barely any signs of life, except for the occasional bit of mess that Steve left around when he ran out of time in the mornings. Everything that Steve left alone: the whole dining room, entire guest rooms, even the hallways seemed to eat noise and repel clutter that showed anyone lived there, even Steve.

Eddie had, admittedly, snuck into Steve’s room once or twice. He’d left the door open, what was a curious, bored vampire expected to do? There, thankfully, was some personality, though the awful plaid wallpaper did its best to drown it out. The messed up bed that Steve couldn’t be bothered to fix up, a few clothes scattered by his hamper, some magazines–sports, mostly, and some gossip mags, to Eddie’s disappointment–piled on his nightstand. He didn’t bother poking around in any drawers, didn’t want to risk moving too much in case Steve caught on and got miffed.

What did Steve even do in this house all alone? What did he do before he had to cohabitate with Eddie, who, he would readily and sometimes proudly admit about himself, was a rather irritating guest at times. Eddie kinda hated thinking about it too hard.

But right now, the silence was disturbed, just barely. Eddie could still hear the pacing above.

He was torn. Something in Eddie wanted to check on him, but Steve hadn’t come down to even speak to the kids. He would’ve heard them leaving. Would he even want the nosy freeloader in his house knocking at his door?

His feet started to move towards the stairs before he even decided. Each stair he climbed, he tried convincing himself that he was just heading to his own room–not his room, the guest room, nothing in this place was his, jesus–but he passed the door that he should have stopped at. Kept going to the end of the hall, and the pacing stopped.

“Hey, uh, Steve?” Eddie knocked on the doorframe, even though it was completely unnecessary. “You alright in there?”

No response. Eddie could hear Steve’s heart, racing too fast to be mistaken for calm. A few seconds passed. A few more.

“Sorry,” Eddie mumbled. Turning, he was about to walk back to his room when the door opened.

“It’s fine.”

Steve had one hand on the door, the other hanging limp at his side. He was still covered in dirt; smelled like it too, fresh soil and sweat, and something distinctly off and Eddie had to fight wrinkling his nose at. It made Steve look pale, and Eddie felt that was wrong. Steve was built for the sun, for being golden, he shouldn’t look pale.

“You should shower, dude,” Eddie said, trying to a rueful smile, but the humour didn’t land. Steve just shrugged it off.

“I guess. I will.” He turned and wandered back into his room, leaving the door open, and Eddie couldn’t find a reason not to follow. It felt enough like an invitation. Walking in, he tried to make it seem like he was seeing the bedroom for the first time, but Steve scoffed.

“I know you’ve been in here, Eddie, I could smell you in here when I got home once, you don’t have to put on an act.”

Eddie stiffened. “Oh. Uh. Sorry dude.”

“Whatever. I kind of expected it.”

“That’s a lot of trust you’re placing in the resident drug dealer.”

Steve shot him an unimpressed look. “You sell weed, Eddie,” he said flatly. Wobbling his head, Eddie mouthed the words back at Steve silently, mockingly, which finally drew a tired laugh from him. It wasn’t the kind of laughter he could get after verbally tearing Frank Sinatra to shreds while they got high on the living room floor, but it was good enough. The sound didn’t last, though, fading like every other sound in this fucking house, leaving a gaping silence where they both stood awkwardly, a few scant feet between them.

Eddie shifted on his feet, stuck his hands in his pockets then took them out and folded his arms over his chest. Meanwhile, he watched Steve, who couldn’t look up from the carpet. “You probably don’t want me lingering around in your domicile, so I’ll just–”

“Are you thirsty?”

Now that, that rang out through the room. “What?”

“You spent all day around the kids, and you haven’t fed since, uh, since last time when everyone was around.” Steve finally looked up from the carpet, something burning in his eyes.

“Nah, I’m fine, pretty good actually,” Eddie stumbled out.

“You said you fed from Chrissy every few days though.”

Truth was, Eddie was hungry. It was sort of an ever-present thing, though easy to manage once he’d learned how to sate it in a way that actually satisfied him. And yeah, it had been a few days since he’d bitten Steve’s wrist, but the way Steve acted around him the next day–flighty and awkward, not sticking around in the same room too long–made Eddie less than inclined to ask for more.

“I can deal, Harrington, it’s fine.”

“It’s not fine.” Steve started walking closer. There was a determination, a heat, in his gaze that made Eddie feel a little warm and jumpy, and he started backing up. “You should be in peak condition if something happens. And I–”

Steve reached out behind Eddie and closed the door, Eddie having to back up against it, trapping them both in the horribly plaid room that Eddie couldn’t even see, because Steve was right there, in his space, so close Eddie could feel the warmth radiating from his body. Steve’s arm was still outstretched, hand pressed against the door by Eddie’s head.

“I want you to.”

Heat flashed under Eddie’s skin, his sluggish heart beating faster. “What the fuck do you mean, man?”

“I mean.” Steve ran a head through his hair, messing it up worse, his chest rising and falling rapidly. “It makes me feel good–better. The bite. And, you gotta drink, so it’s like. Win-win or whatever.”

“Win-win?” Eddie said, high and nervy, “The hell? How does it make you feel good?”

“Just, please?”

His voice sent a lance of desire and hunger through Eddie’s spine. Steve’s face looked haggard, dirt caked into every worryline, but something burned in his eyes, something needy, and he was so fucking close they were sharing breath. Eddie could see the blood coursing through his neck, the artery so close to the skin, and he must’ve stared long enough, hesitated enough, that it spurred Steve on. He deliberately pulled down the collar of his shirt and tilted his head to the side, baring his long, freckled neck to Eddie.

That desperate, unnatural hunger that had haunted Eddie since he woke up on a cold forest floor in Chrissy’s arms, ever-present and voracious, grew like arousal in Eddie’s gut. Saliva pooled under his tongue and, unbidden, his teeth began to elongate as his gaze locked onto that pulsing rush tantalisingly close to his face. The longer he looked, the faster Steve’s heart raced, the more tempting he was, the warm scent of his heightened emotions wafting into the air like wine and pulling Eddie closer.

Just a taste, he promised himself.

Eddie let one of his hands wrap around the back of Steve’s neck, fingers threading through his soft hair, while he grabbed the hand Steve was using to hold the shirt down, pulling it further out of the way. One last glance at Steve’s face, and Eddie saw his eyes had gone heavy-lidded, his mouth dropping open just slightly when Steve caught sight of Eddie’s fangs. Cocking one eyebrow, he tilted his head further, into Eddie’s waiting palm, trusting he’d be held, and Eddie couldn’t hold himself back any longer.

He surged forward, and bit into Steve’s neck. The first gush of rich, metallic blood made Eddie groan and Steve gasp. Instinct made Eddie bite harder, deeper, his teeth sinking without resistance into flesh and muscle. Eddie’s fingers clenched where they held Steve, pressing him flush against his own body. Steve didn’t even flinch, seeming to arch into the touch, panting. His skin flushed; Eddie could feel the flood of warmth down Steve’s neck from his face as it bloomed against Eddie’s cheek.

Feeling bold and ravenous, Eddie withdrew from Steve’s neck to manhandle him against the door instead, slamming him against it with a bang and pressing against the long line of his body before licking up the rivulets dripping from the punctures. The soft oh he drew from Steve felt as intoxicating as his blood. Clinging to Steve like he was, Eddie didn’t feel his hands move until Steve’s fingers dug into his side, keeping Eddie close.

Steve’s free hand clutched Eddie’s, the one resting on the unmarred side of his neck, twining their fingers together and squeezing, and Eddie’s breath hitched as he squeezed back. He laved the flat of his tongue over the wounds before pressing his lips around them in an open-mouthed kiss and sucked, drawing a fresh flood to the surface. The taste was fucking addictive. Something lurked in Steve’s blood that made the most base, monstrous parts of Eddie sing and snarl with greed, something heated and needy.

It clicked, when Steve’s hand roved down. Grabbed Eddie’s ass though his jeans to hold him still while Steve rocked his hips up, his hard dick brushing against Eddie’s own and making them both moan. And oh shit, Eddie was so hard it was painful.

That taste was desire, hormone-spiked blood, more potent than any drug or liquor Eddie’s ever had. The instant he placed it, he knew he wanted more. More blood, more of Steve. He met the next roll of hips with a reedy whimper, muffled against Steve’s neck as he still drank deeply of that heady taste, let Steve’s hand guide him this time, enjoying the thrill of being led. Until.

“Fuck, Eddie,” Steve groaned, low but loud in Eddie’s ear, and reality crashed down around him.

Eddie shoved himself off of Steve, ripping himself out of his grasp and pressing the back of his hand to his blood-stained mouth. Wide, panicked eyes met Steve’s, still heavy-lidded and dark but growing confused. God, what a vision he was as he leaned against the door, gasping for breath and hard in his jeans, flushed deliciously red despite being drank from like a fucking juice box. It was… it was terrifying. Fear sparked and caught in Eddie’s chest. What the fuck was he thinking!?

Brows furrowed, Steve stepped forward. “Eddie? What is it?”

“Shit.”

Eddie bolted. Dodged past Steve, whipped the door open and ran to the guest room as fast as his unnatural speed let him. He slammed the door behind himself and braced against it, scared that Steve would try to bust it down as soon as he came to his senses. And he would. There was no fucking way Eddie could get away with that.

He knew his bite did something. Chrissy had tried to do research for him, but couldn’t find much without Jason catching on, but she’d told him the bite makes prey less likely to fight back. But she’d only ever relaxed, like getting high, not–not like Steve trying to rub one out on him. Not like moaning Eddie’s name while they were so close together Eddie could still feel how it rumbled in his own chest.

Anxiously, Eddie licked his lips and only tasted Steve, wincing at how that made his cock throb against his zipper. “Shit,” he whispered shakily. A manic laugh threatened to bubble up but he swallowed it back.

That was so stupid. All of it. He should’ve realised as soon as Steve asked to be bitten again that something wasn’t normal about this and put a stop to it. Could’ve called Chrissy; she was coming by tomorrow anyway. Now he had to worry about Steve kicking him out and forcing him to walk home with the murderer still at large. The one who fucking framed him, for a reason none of them have discovered yet. He let his head fall back against the door with a hollow thud, and waited.

Minutes passed, then hours. The sun began to set, and Eddie found himself anxiously pacing around the room, packing his duffel bag then unpacking it, his clothes strewn out of it like a racoon had rifled through them all and found his wardrobe lacking. Yet through his own chaos, Eddie couldn’t stop himself from keeping an ear out for Steve.

He hadn’t left his room, not once. Sometimes he paced, and Eddie caught the occasional frustrated huff. When Steve’s habit of talking to himself kicked in, Eddie resolutely ignored it–meaning, of course, that he listened anyway but felt deeply guilty about it. But nothing he heard made any logical sense. “What did I do?” spat as a frustrated whisper was the most baffling, but Eddie refused to contemplate that it might mean anything other than Steve wondering how he’d gotten suckered into bumping clothed uglies with The Freak.

So Eddie paced and unpacked and re-packed and stewed over the countless stupid life choices he’d made to bring him to this moment until the sun was well beyond the horizon and his hair was a frizzy mess with how often he’d been digging his fingers into it. The carpet, shockingly, didn’t show a single dent with all the trudging around he’d done.

Simultaneously wiped out and still wound up, Eddie flopped onto the bed with an explosive sigh and slapped his palms over his face, grunting loudly. If Steve was debating whether he would kick Eddie out or not, he’d rather Steve get on with it and put him out of his misery before the sun came up. He didn’t want to burn to a crisp before he got to see Wayne again.

“Fuck it,” came another irritated whisper from Steve’s room. Eddie braced himself for stomping down the hall, for Steve ripping the door open, furious, demanding that Eddie leave. Instead, he heard bed springs squeak. It took little effort for him to listen closer, frowning in confusion.

Then, Eddie heard the quiet zip of jeans being undone, and shuffling. A relieved sigh.

What?

Was Steve doing what Eddie thought he was doing? There was no way. No fucking way. Sure, Eddie had been staving off the raging hormones he’d drank straight from Steve’s veins all night with little success, hoping he’d burn through them with his pacing and ignoring how he’d been half-hard for most of it. Steve had to have crashed from the high by now.

And yet. There was a hitched breath from behind the two doors separating them. Eddie swallowed, and dragged his hands down his face, letting them flop to his sides. This might be Steve’s home, but did he really have to do this now?

Eddie didn’t even want to admit what had happened, not that it helped. With Steve apparently jerking it just down the hall, though, the images rose unbidden behind Eddie’s scrunched eyelids anyway. How the blood flowed slowly over the tendon in Steve’s neck to pool in the divot between his collarbones, the dark desire in his blown-out pupils. The way Steve’s fingers dug into the meat of Eddie’s ass to pull him where Steve wanted, right against his cock.

The sound of Eddie’s name in Steve’s mouth as his lips brushed Eddie’s ear.

He swore soundlessly. Wriggling a little and hissing at the growing tightness in his pants, Eddie sent up prayers to whatever deity was listening to make him Not Horny. No thoughts of old people or relatives or complex dungeon traps could take his mind, or his hearing, off of Steve masturbating quietly just a few feet away. Didn’t he realise that Eddie could hear him? Steve wasn’t the only one with super hearing. It was rude, and terrible hosting behaviour, and–

Steve moaned softly, though it cut off like he knew he might be heard–too fucking late for that–and Eddie wanted to scream in frustration so badly he clamped his hand over his mouth. His dick throbbed, though, at the new sounds echoing his way. Wet, slick sounds.

Fuck. Swallowing down a wave of guilt, Eddie let his hand trail over the bedspread, along his hip, and cupped his dick through his jeans with a shuddery sigh. He bit his lips together to make sure no noises escaped as he squeezed himself. It’d been too long. Out of respect to his werewolf host, he’d hadn’t rubbed one out the whole time he’d been at Steve’s. Steve, apparently, had no such reservations. So…

So why not? Why the hell not. Eddie undid his fly and quietly as he could slipped his cock out, already hard, the tip flushed red. He couldn’t help remembering that he had Steve’s blood in his body now. How he’d tasted. Breathing heavily, Eddie stroked himself, thinking of the way Steve’s plush lips parted, the fire in his eyes as he begged Eddie to bite him… how big his cock felt, though it was trapped in his jeans.

The familiar weight of his own cock twitched in his hand, a spurt of precome dripping down, slicking the way. He could hear how Steve’s heart rate picked up now that he’d given up trying not to listen; now that it, too, had become familiar.

Steve made another sound. A groan, deep in his chest. Eddie’s mouth dropped open with a harsh sigh. He was so fucking turned on. The taboo of listening to Steve get off, jacking off to it, praying Steve couldn’t hear him too, made that frisson under his skin rise and burn so fast Eddie started to feel breathless, wound tight.

He stroked himself faster, hips canting up into his grip, desperate to chase the feeling as he imagined how Steve looked sprawled on his bed with his massive hand wrapped around his cock. Eddie couldn’t help wondering what it’d feel like to have Steve’s hand replace his own and that image made him clamp his mouth shut around a quiet whimper.

Eddie heard Steve swear again, his voice going a little higher, and Eddie found himself nodding, like the other man could see him. He wanted to be seen. Wanted Steve to rush in, see him furiously pumping his dick and know exactly what got him here. Maybe he’d crowd Eddie against the bed and start to take him apart with his long fingers, grind their cocks together, fuck his way inside as they kissed all heated and dirty and chant Eddie’s name–

Steve moaned, then, quiet enough that Eddie almost missed what he said.

“Eddie.”

Shock forced a desperate whine out of Eddie’s throat before he choked it off with a gasp. Oh shit. Oh shit. He froze, could tell Steve had too. Steve heard him. He knew. He felt his heart in his throat, thundering away.

Until he heard it again. A tentative, “Eddie?” from down the hall. Confirming he’d been caught. Why didn’t Steve sound pissed?

There was the distinct click of a cap being opened. Still frozen, Eddie couldn’t believe his ears when he heard Steve start up again, jerking himself off slower now, the sounds slicker, wetter. He… he knew Eddie was listening, could easily guess why Eddie had fucking whined like that, and he was still…

God. Fuck. Oh fuck that was hot. And terrifying. How the hell was this even happening!?

Steve keened, loudly, and Eddie cursed as his hips bucked helplessly into the hand still wrapped around his aching cock. This was insane, absolutely nuts; Eddie had never even thought of something like this despite his expansive and wildly horny imagination. But he followed suit and started fucking into his fist, fast and filthy, past the point of caring that Steve could hear the bed creaking slightly with his movements.

And then Steve did it again. “Fuck, Eddie,” he moaned. Deliberately. Eddie couldn’t hold back the needy cry that rose from his throat, muffled as he bit his lip against the growing pleasure sparking along his nerves. He was gonna come, quickly, felt it barreling closer like a freight train. Steve wasn’t holding back his sounds anymore either, every gasp and groan unconcealed, stroking his cock without any fucking shame.

Eddie was shaking, panting hard, losing his rhythm. Thoughtlessly he started to beg, “Please, please please please.”

“Shit, yeah, do it, c’mon Eddie,” Steve urged, “gonna come too, oh shit!”

Fireworks exploded behind his eyes. Every muscle in Eddie’s body seized as he came, whining so fucking loud as he spilled over his fingers, cum splattering his shirt and soaking in warm and sticky, cock pulsing hard when he heard Steve cry out, a satisfied, guttural thing. Gasping for breath, Eddie went limp on the bed, his mind empty of all thought except for the way Steve moaned his name, how he sounded when he came.

There was no more movement from Steve’s room. Eddie could hear him in there, his breathing evening out along with his heartbeat, but he didn’t get up.

Was he waiting for Eddie? There was no way he’d go over there himself. He was still processing the everything that just happened. What if Steve had still been affected by the bite, and now that he’d gotten it out of his system he regretted literally jacking off with Eddie? More or less.

Eddie’s anxieties swirled through his mind until morning. Steve didn’t leave his room once.

#bee if you see this i'm so sorry i forgot to credit you until now i am a whole ass #steddie #eddie munson #steve harrington #vamp!eddie #werewolf steve harrington #stranger things #steddiebang #steddiebang23 #steddie big bang #steddie big bang 2023 #hideous thing sbb #sav scrawls stuff

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baronessblixen · 7 months

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Little Sanguinarium prompt whenever you feel like it: Mulder to Scully: "Well, not everyone can say they're the most beautiful wherever they go."

UST-filled post-ep fic: Mulder thinks Scully is the most beautiful person wherever she goes. She doesn't believe him so he tries to make her see it his way. (wc: 1,258)

Tagging @today-in-fic @xffictober2023

Fictober Day 18: Beautiful In My Eyes

They’re working on their case report. At least in theory. Mulder is clearly not typing, his thoughts elsewhere. She’d like to be elsewhere too. It’s after 4 p.m. and she’s tired and hungry. Maybe a bit cranky. And much like Mulder, her thoughts aren’t at all on their most recent case. The one Skinner wants a report on. She sighs and Mulder’s head shoots up, his interest immediately piqued.

“Bored?” he asks.

“Tired,” she says.

“We can finish up tomorrow.”

“Something else might come up tomorrow. Mulder, I hate this as much as you do, but procrastinating is not going to help.”

He makes a noise and leans back in his chair, his hands behind his head.

“Have you ever thought about it?”

“Thought about what?” she asks, trying to make sense of what she’s already written.

“Getting plastic surgery.”

“Not seriously,” she says, thinking about the time she wanted to have bigger boobs. She was younger then. Much younger. “Have you?”

“With a nose like mine? Of course.” He holds his pen up to it as if trying to see how the two compare. She narrows her eyes, watching him.

“You surprise me sometimes,” she says. “Have you looked in a mirror?”

“Every once in a while,” he replies with a grin. “Are you saying I’m good-looking?”

“You know you are.” She clears her throat and hopes she’s not blushing too furiously. With her complexion, the slightest flush of her skin can reveal her true feelings. In high school, she could never keep her crushes a secret for long. Melissa always got it out of her because eventually, little red splotches would appear on her skin and make it obvious.

“And anyway,” she goes on, hoping Mulder will just let it go, “I think everyone wonders sometimes. What would it be like to be more beautiful? Just look at the cosmetic surgery industry. For some people that’s all that matters: to be the most beautiful person wherever they go.”

“Well, not everyone can say they're the most beautiful wherever they go,” Mulder says, cracking a sunflower seed between his teeth. “Not when they’re in a room with you.”

“Right,” she says, not taking him seriously at all. “We really need to finish this report, Mulder. Otherwise, we’ll never leave this office.”

“Did you hear what I said?” he asks. She’s staring down at the file, so she hears rather than sees Mulder round the desk and stop in front of her. She gets a whiff of his scent and wonders for a moment how he can still smell so good after a day at work.

“Scully? Did you hear what I said?” He’s not letting it go. Sometimes he’s more stubborn than a mule.

“I heard you,” she says, but doesn’t look up.

“You don’t believe me.” He’s not even asking; he knows.

“Mulder, I know I’m an attractive woman.” She finally meets his gaze. “But the most beautiful person? That’s a bit much.” He shakes his head, not once looking away from her.

“You are.” There’s more to what he’s saying, but it hangs in the air between them. She’s scared to reach for it.

“Can you drop this? Please? We need to finish this report.” That damn report. That damn case, too. That’s what brought his question on in the first place.

“In a second,” he says. “Why won’t you believe me?”

“I believe you, okay? Can we work now?”

“Your eyes,” he says, his voice so soft that it takes her breath away. “Before I knew you, I’d never seen eyes like yours. They’re so big and round. And Scully, they’re so blue. When I first met you, I thought of ice. But your eyes aren’t ice at all. They’re the color of the ocean you love so much.” She swallows hard, her mouth hanging open.

“Then there’s your nose. Did you know that the tip of your nose moves when you talk? Sometimes I can’t listen to anything you say because of it. But that could also be because of your lips.” He’s come closer and has crouched down. He’s level with her now and she feels frozen in place. For a moment she thinks, almost hopes, that he’s going to touch her. But the only part of him touching her are his eyes. She watches him as they wander to her lips. Instinctively, she licks them and sees a smile appear on his face.

“Hmm, yeah. That’s all I’m gonna say. And that’s just your face, Scully.” His eyes meet hers and she sees the honesty in his. Vulnerability. He’s letting her see a side of him she hasn’t seen before. He’s opening his heart to her. “If I wrote poetry, I could fill volumes with how beautiful you are. Your face, your body, and your mind. Oh, your mind. That might be the sexiest of them all."

“Because men are so attracted to intelligence."

"Well, I am." He's looking at her and not even blinking.

Mulder,” she whispers. “What are you doing?”

“Telling you the truth.” He shrugs. They don’t do this. They never do this. There have been moments when she thought about the two of them as more than partners. Sometimes out of fear or desperation. Many, many times out of sheer attraction. She knows they’re attracted to each other. She’s seen him look at her from time to time. But mostly, she’s chalked it up to her being around him every day.

She knows about the videos he watches and has seen the actresses that star in them. They’re tall and brunette. Sometimes blonde. Not once has she seen a redhead. She’s also seen him check out women while they were having lunch, or on case. Never a redhead there either. All of that makes her want to dismiss what he’s saying. Maybe he’s only doing this to flatter her so she’ll write the report on her own. If it weren’t for his eyes. She knows Mulder. Has had years now to study and get to know him. More than that, she knows the tell-tale signs of attraction. And right now, while Mulder is looking her in the eyes, his pupils are dilated.

“Are you doing this to get out of writing this report?” She just has to know.

“That thought never crossed my mind,” he says with a sweet smile. “Would that have worked?”

“No.” Mulder laughs and she’s tempted to give him a taste of his own medicine. Because she, too, could compose sonnets about how beautiful he is. Starting with his mind. Beautiful, brilliant mind. Then there are his puppy eyes, and his pouty, luscious lips.

“What are you thinking about?” he asks.

“The case,” she lies.

“Liar," he says, his face so close that the tip of his nose touches her. "Why would that case make you blush?” Now he's grinning at her. “Don’t worry,” he says, moving in even closer so that their mouths are only a hairsbreadth apart. “I won’t call you out on starting at my lips.”

“I wasn't,” she says with a gasp, despite having done exactly that.

“If you say so.” The moment breaks and he gets up to return to his own chair, to his part of the report. “Let’s finish this and I don’t know about you but I’m starving. Wanna join me for dinner?”

She’s definitely hungry. And she knows her hunger could be dangerous. Especially after everything he’s just said. And yet, she doesn’t even need to think about her answer.

“I’d love to.”

#fictober23 #i'm under 200 prompts with this one #i will never answer all of them huh?#anyway enjoy this ficlet written by someone who hasn't been sleeping much and hopes it still makes sense #why am i talking about myself in the third person omg #msr #xf fanfic #my writing #my fic

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dudeitiskarev · 1 year

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SAD BEAUTIFUL TRAGIC — FULL FIC (18+)

Pairing: Eddie Munson x female reader

Summary: Eddie made it out the upside down with a few cool scars and he’s been hiding since. In the middle of one of his many daily beak downs, he goes out for a walk and halfway through, he comes across someone who’s been hiding, too: You.

Tags/content/warnings: canon-typical violence; t Eddie’s POV; Season 4 spoilers; Eddie lives! touch starved and needy Eddie; murder; Eddie’s mom (mentioned); dreams and nightmares; smut: oral sex (fem receiving), coming untouched, P in V protected sex, shower sex, virgin Eddie. Happy ending. Not beta read.

Word count: 11.6k.

Author’s note: for those who like long reads, here’s the full story. It's originally split into four parts because I think it reads best in four different acts, but maybe that’s just me and my short attention span 😊 If you’re like me, you can read the four different parts here or on AO3. Anyways, I’d love to know what you think! happy reading mwahh

These days at the old cabin have been suffocating.

The empty beer bottles scattered on the floor stopped being good company a long time ago, and his self-grown marijuana wasn’t enough comfort for him anymore.

Edward Munson was a dead criminal. Except that he wasn’t, and it was all getting dangerously lonely and too damn hot.

“Shit.” Eddie wiped the mist of sweat above his lip and rolled up his sleeves.

The summer heat was consuming his patience and the clothes stuck to his skin have always put him in a cranky mood — yet he refused to take off some layers. No matter how many degrees there were, his shirt and thick ripped jeans stayed.

Unless it was to go swimming in the lake, which may have happened… three times in his life? And that was all he’s been thinking about.

It wouldn’t hurt going out for a few minutes for a quick swim, right?

He peeked out the open window, searching for the lake, and got blinded by the sun in the process.

“God fucking dammit!” He harshly rubbed his eyes as he squatted against the wall.

It was a daily thing being so close to losing his mind, and he always managed to gather himself in one way or another – most being getting high with a joint.

Today, though, he really needed to breathe more than just the musty air of the cabin; let the wind brush against his face, and talk to any living being that wasn’t his damn self or to a walkie that barely caught radio frequency.

Dustin.

Eddie army crawled with his tongue sticking out and reached for the walkie.

“Hey, Dustin. This is Eddie.” Whether Dustin was on the other line or not, he always talked to him. “I think I’m going out into the world, man. I’m going a little bit insane here.”

And as expected, there was no answer.

No one to talk him out of it.

“Shit, shit, shit.” Eddie stood up and threw his head back in deep thought.

It’d been three weeks since he made it out the upside down. The bat bites were still healing and he kind of liked how they looked next to his tattoos, but he still had nightmares about the whole thing. He was alive after all, and he was grateful.

Most of the time.

On days like these, not so much. Not when he got haunted by the intrusive thought of this being worse than an actual prison.

He paced in front of the door a few times, biting his nails and snapping the other hand in and out from the knob.

No.

Yes.

No!

Yes!

“Fuck it.” He twisted the doorknob and the fresh air bathed his skin as soon as he opened it. His eyes closed on their own as he took the deepest breath and stood there on the threshold for a moment. “God, this is nice.”

The whispers of the soft breeze called his name and drew him out of the cabin. He gently put one foot in front of the other, just like a newborn deer learning how to walk would, and soon, there was nothing but trees surrounding him.

It felt weird. The farthest he’d gotten from the cabin was when he went to pick some raspberries from the bush that lived just a few feet next to him. Even doing that felt like he was risking being caught, so this had his heart banging hard against his chest.

“You’re gonna be just fine,” he said to himself between clenched teeth.

He kept on crushing leaves with his sneakers with all his five senses activated. Maybe a sixth one, too.

He was being watched from somewhere.

His neck almost snapped from how fast he looked in every direction. There was a bright-eyed bird above him with a thin branch on his beak, paying special attention to him.

“Fucking bird.” Eddie gave the bird a death stare and then kept on walking.

More branches cracked and snapped. Close, closer and closer.

Crack.

Probably another animal. Yeah, it was definitely that.

Snap.

Maybe it was a taller creature this time.

“Hey.” A sweet voice came from behind him.

This was a bad idea.

His heart dropped to his stomach. He closed his eyes as a prayer and slowly turned around, accepting his fate of being caught at last.

Although, nothing about you told him it was his last day as a free man.

“Hey.” His voice came out almost as a relieved sigh.

“I think I killed someone.” You stared at your blood-stained hands, then looked up at him with a confused frown and glassy eyes. “I– I’m pretty sure I killed someone?”

Bad, oh-so-stupid idea.

There was blood splashed on your shirt, neck, and face, too. It seemed dry, and even though you were a complete stranger, you looked like you’d been awake for days.

“You okay?” He took a couple of steps closer to you. He wasn’t scared. If anything, being this close to another human being after all this time made him feel more alive than ever.

Plus, you didn’t look like someone capable of even killing a fly.

“Yeah, I’m okay,” you huffed out a small laugh. “I think I’m-” Your words faded as your eyes rolled back and your body thudded to the floor.

“Not okay,” Eddie muttered.

He rushed next to you and looked around before looking back at you.

The blood was definitely not yours, so there was someone else out there besides you two and the fucking bird. Which wasn’t good. At all. His heart was pounding in his ears and the panic started to crawl his skin.

And under panic, he always functioned with a single brain cell.

He placed two fingers under your jaw to check for a pulse. The faintest beat brushed his fingertips, and the next thing he knew, you were lying on his couch.

He’d carried you all the way there.

“Oh, this is so stupid.” He rubbed the back of his neck and stared at you in regret. “So, so stupid.”

There was no way this was happening. He was just supposed to go out for some air but of course, he couldn’t have that without a bit of a twist.

“Eddie, do you copy?” The voice of his favorite kid lit up his day.

“Dustin!” he said between a laugh on his way to pick up the walkie. “Hey, hi, hello!”

“Holy shit, Eddie, you scared the shit out of us.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Eddie sighed in annoyance. “Um, I’ve talked to you nonstop for the past week, and you copy just when I go out to breathe some air.”

“You what?!” Dustin almost blew up Eddie’s ear.

“It’s not a big deal, man. I was out for maybe ten minutes. And managed to foster someone.” He glanced at you. “Somehow…”

“You think? What do you mean you think.” Steve spoke this time. Eddie could perfectly picture him standing with both hands on his hips.

“Like a puppy?” Robin chimed in.

“Yeah… a very cute puppy.” Eddie lowered his voice. Your chest was rising and falling unconscious – most likely – but he still kept a soft voice just in case and continued, “so I’m gonna need a food delivery sooner than we expected. And the double.”

“Well, have you named her yet?” A feminine voice he hadn’t heard in a while asked.

“Mayfield? Was that Max?!” He smiled.

“Yeah. It’s me,” she confirmed.

The last thing he heard about her was that she was still in the hospital.

“It’s good to hear you, kid.” Eddie paused for a second to cherish the moment. It was healing to know that everyone was okay after everything that happened. “And she doesn’t have a name,” he kept going. “Don’t want to get attached. I’m just keeping her here safe just for now while she gathers more strength and is ready to leave.”

The latter was the truest of all. You seemed weak, and if you gave him the chance to help you with whatever you were struggling with, he would.

“Okay. We just wanted to check on you.” Dustin took the walkie back. “And don’t go out again, you hear me. It’s dangerous out there.”

“‘Kay,” Eddie said with a grin.

“Be safe. Love you.”

“Love you, too. Bye.” He lowered the antenna and glanced at you again.

Who the hell were you? Had you actually killed someone as you said you did? And what were you doing in the woods, anyway?

He had so many questions and he was… excited to have a guest over. Against your will, but a guest nonetheless.

He made it next to you with light steps, hesitating whether to wake you up or not.

“Hey,” he whispered and all you did was make a little noise and shift to your side, curling up on the couch as if it were the most comfortable bed.

Very cute puppy, indeed.

“Psst,” he tried again.

Nothing.

He pretended to cough, paced around, made sudden noises, and cleared his throat loudly. One after the other in the attempt to wake you up, but the only response he got from you was soft snores.

“Okay.” He sighed defeated. “I’ll let you rest, then.”

Every time he shut his eyes, red flickering shadows chased him.

It was always the same recurring dream that took him back to that night. He’d get paralyzed by it and struggle to wake up as if he was being pinned by his wrists, ankles, and neck to the couch.

Most nights, he refused to fall asleep to dodge the nightmare and would wait until the first-morning bursts of sunshine hit the cabin to finally let himself rest.

Eddie had become afraid of the dark at the age of 20, and the sleep deprivation it led him to was no joke.

“Don’t you dare fall asleep.” He slapped his own face.

You were still curled up on the couch, and he’d been fighting the urge to fall asleep since he sat by your feet to guard you in case you woke up. And despite the heat, his consciousness began to fade with each slow blink.

His jaw unclenched, his frown softened, his muscles relaxed, and after three blinks, he was nothing but a free cloud floating in a clear blue sky.

He’d fallen asleep, and there were no red shadows chasing after him.

It’d been so long since he last slept this good with no drugs in his bloodstream and it felt so damn good he could cry. The last time was when he was still a kid; when his head was resting over his mom’s chest and the last thing he heard was her sweet singing voice instead of her heart-wrenching crying caused by his father.

He missed her, and part of him wished he’d actually died that night so he could hear her voice again…

It's a little bit funny this feeling inside

I'm not one of those who can easily hide

I don't have much money, but, boy, if I did

I'd buy a big house where we both could live

The couch under him started to feel like a couch and his body lightly shivered to the familiar melody coming from… somewhere.

If I was a sculptor, heh, but then again, no

Or a man who makes potions in a traveling show

I know it's not much, but it's the best I can do

My gift is my song, and this one's for you

His eyes fluttered open. It wasn’t as dark as most nights, the music came from the rusty radio he hadn't been able to fix, and the weight of your feet over his thighs had disappeared. His eyes adjusted to the dark the more he searched for you, but you were nowhere in sight.

Shit.

And you can tell everybody this is your song

It may be quite simple, but now that it's done

I hope you don't mind, I hope you don't mind

That I put down in the words

How wonderful life is while you're in the world

He stood up and followed the music with lazy steps while still half-asleep.

The cabin was the size of a box of matches, so it didn’t take him long to find you. There you were by the kitchenette, standing on your tip-toes and reaching for a candle stick with the very tip of your fingers while humming the ever-so-familiar song.

Everything about it felt like he was in a dream, and couldn’t bring himself to say anything. He just approached you and did you the favor, reaching for the candlestick and placing it over the counter.

You jumped and let out a barely audible gasp. “Oh, thanks.”

The kitchen was already lit up with a few candles, and it somehow felt like home.

Or was it you?

“I didn’t know there were candles,” he managed to say after a moment.

You cracked your fingers and took a step back, avoiding eye contact. “Sorry I rifled through your things.”

He didn’t mind at all.

“You fixed the radio, too.” Eddie gestured at you with a soft grin and only then he noticed the devil on your shirt. You'd changed your blood-stained shirt to one of his many hellfire club shirts.

“Yeah,” you breathed out a small laugh, glancing at the radio. It was already playing another song by Elton John — mom’s favorite. “I had some time I guess.” You shrugged.

You took your attention off him, used a tiny flame of a candle to light up another, and let some wax drip to the base, placing it on the stick.

“How long was I asleep?” He followed every movement you made.

“Fourteen hours. Since I woke up, so, probably more.”

“Fou— what?!”

You flinched at his sudden high-pitched tone. “Mhm.”

It couldn’t be.

He glanced at his watch — a dear gift from Dustin. It was 2:47 AM. From what day, though?

“Are you sure they were fourteen hours, and not—” Eddie held one hand up. “—Minutes?”

You nodded again.

“Shit.” He looked around in disbelief. “Well.” What kind of host would he be if he didn’t ask, “have you eaten?”

You pressed your lips together while nodding, but your stomach rumbled — loud enough for him to hear — telling him the complete opposite.

“That was a big no.” He raised his brows and crouched down beside you to open a lower cabinet. “I don’t have much but, there are peanuts, um, some old banana chips, some… whatever the fuck this is.” He put the bags on display over the counter for you and stood back up.

“I already ate one of those.” You pointed at the peanuts.

“Oh.” Eddie stayed quiet for a second. “I bet you didn’t go through this one.” He walked to the other side of the kitchenette and stuck his tongue out as he stretched up to open the vent just below the ceiling.

That was his secret cabinet with his last meal: Pizza flavored chips and a can of 7 Up.

“Why do you hide it if you live here alone?” You gave him a confused lopsided smile.

“Um, to stop myself from eating it, basically.” He grinned and walked up to you with one snack in each hand.

“But you still know where it’s been this whole time.”

“Yeah but if I don’t see it, I forget it exists.”

He handed you the chips and opened the can of soda. That refreshing pssst made his mouth water. He brought it up to his lips and let out a satisfied ahh after the first sip, and naturally, he burped.

“Excuse my manners,” he said with a tight voice then burped again.

You smiled at him and barely put a chip on your mouth. “Thanks. For sharing your super secret snacks with me.”

It just felt right to share it, so he didn’t say anything and just handed you the soda.

“Is this place yours?” You leaned on the kitchenette.

“Kind of.” He mirrored you. “Been living here for the past month or so?”

“Doesn’t seem like anyone has lived here for a while.”

“I’m trying to keep it that way.”

“Why?”

He stayed quiet for a moment. He hadn’t forgotten how you basically introduced yourself as a murderer, so he probably shouldn’t give away too much information about himself.

“Uh, no particular reason.”

You just pursed your lips and let the topic go.

“This is such a cool shirt, by the way.” You stretched it out by the hem. “I’ve never heard of this band.”

“It’s not a band.” His serious tone matched his sudden frown. You’d stained his shirt with chip powder.

You lifted your eyes from the shirt and trained your eyes on a candle flame. Your mind had gone somewhere.

“You okay?” He asked.

You barely even blinked as you answered, “I’ve been trying to remember why you look so familiar.”

“Well, I am in a band so you’re probably–”

“You’ve been on the news.” You looked up at him and gulped.

Shit. Of course, he has.

“I… have?” Eddie anxiously ate a handful of chips.

“They've been saying ugly things about you.”

Shit shit shit.

“Wha- what have they said?” He hardly chewed.

“That you’ve been killing people? And that you’re dead. So they’r— wait. Is that… is that why you brought me here?” You kind of laughed.

It was a nervous laugh.

“What?! No, no, no!” He held his palms in the air in self-defense. “The news lies all the time, you should know this.”

You didn’t seem so convinced.

“I-” Eddie huffed out an annoyed sigh. “If I was a killer I would've killed you already, don’t you think?”

You sipped on the soda. “I guess.”

“They’re lying.” He let his guard down again. “I promise. I may be a freak but I’m no killer.”

“Is that why you’ve been hiding here?” You looked around.

“Yeah.”

“Don’t you have a family? Friends?”

“I do.”

“Do they know you’re alive?”

“Most of them.”

His uncle Wayne was the only family he had left, and the only one of his people that couldn’t know. It still hurt knowing Wayne thought he’d died so tragically.

“Don’t you miss them?”

“I do.” Eddie sighed. “But there’s not much I can do. I’m still a murderer in Hawkins's eyes.” He paced in front of you with his arms folded over his chest.

“Does it ever get… lonely?” Your eyes turned gloomy all of a sudden.

“You have no idea.” He chuckled. The fact that he willingly brought in a stray told him how lonely he truly was. “Anyways.” Eddie dusted off his fingers on his shirt. “You should keep sleeping. You still seem tired.”

“What about you?” You tilted your head.

“I, uh, I don’t sleep much.”

“Yeah, right.” You raised your brows.

Eddie smirked. “I still don’t believe I slept fourteen hours.”

“Why would I lie?”

“I dunno. What if you’re actually the killer you said you were?” He challenged you in a teasing tone. There was no way you killed anybody. “Maybe you want to kill me.”

“Not gonna lie—” you smiled “—this shirt would look really good with your blood.”

Since you… moved in, you’ve been sleeping in the open. Eddie shared his couch for the first night — he’d offered to sleep sitting down so you took most of it — but the neck pain both of you woke up with, made the decision.

You made a hammock out of two blankets Eddie so kindly gave you and hung it between two trees, making the woods your bedroom.

It was fun. Until the leaves started changing colors and loosened from the trees with the faintest of breezes.

“There is no way you’re sleeping out there anymore.” Eddie looked out the window.

You coughed a bit and said a congested, “It’s fine,” while blowing your nose. “I like sleeping in the open.” You approached him and looked out the window too. “I like falling asleep while counting the stars.”

“There won’t be any stars tonight.” The sky was getting covered by a big wave of gray clouds. “The fall is just around the corner. I’m pretty sure there’s a storm coming.”

“Okay, weatherman.” You nudged his arm. “Gonna go for my daily walk anyways.” You put your jacket on and shouted, “Say hi to Steve for me if they call!” before slamming the door shut.

“Yeah, yeah.” Eddie clenched his jaw.

By they, you meant all of his friends. Eddie couldn’t hide you from them for long and you met them eventually. You’d met Steve and Dustin first when they brought Eddie his monthly food delivery, and though Eddie hadn’t mentioned it to you, he could tell you had an instant connection with Steve. Dustin too, but who didn’t?

“How old is Steve?” Was the first thing you’d asked as soon as they left.

Your tone made his blood boil, for some reason, so all he answered was, “No idea.”

The truth was that he didn’t want to share you with someone who had no idea what being a fugitive of justice was. You were his friend, and basically knew every silly habit you had by now.

Like how long your walks were.

It was normal for him to do nothing but wait for you to get home. If he was sitting down, his leg would bounce on its own. If he paced around the house — like he usually did — he’d bite his nails every so often until you made it back.

But this time, when the sun started to go down and the first drops of rain hit the roof and you still hadn’t made it back, his chest tightened.

“C’mon, what’s taking you so long.” He stared at the door.

The hands of the clock seemed to have lost control and forty minutes went by at the speed of four seconds.

What if something happened to you?

“Nope. I’m not going out.” Eddie kept pacing around, fighting his thoughts. “Never, ever again.”

Still, he found himself out in the cold night with the heavy rain cascading over his face.

“Shit.” He brushed the front pieces of his hair back.

He didn’t know it could rain this much at this time of the year – or maybe it was just the universe telling him to go back while he still could. But you were still out there, and the least he could do for you — for basically coming into his life at the perfect time — was to be loyal and get you back home safely.

A flash of lightning blinded him for half a second and the thunder it followed roared loud. He flinched a bit and looked around watching his back, as he was already so used to.

Another lightning flashed long enough to let him get a glimpse of you hurrying fast towards him in the distance.

What the hell?

You couldn’t stop your steps on time and bumped into him with all your strength. “They’ve been watching us!” You placed your hands over his chest and looked behind.

“Who?” He turned your face to him by cupping it tightly and scanned your features. But you didn’t speak. Your eyes were glassy, your brows were pinched together and your chin was shaking – either from the cold or the terror. “Hey, hey. Who are they?”

“The— the police!” you finally said. “We have to run, Eddie, I don’t want them to find us.” You shook your head over and over. “I don’t want them to tear us apart I–”

Strange voices came closer, making you both look in every direction.

“That’s them.” You clutched his arm. Tight.

It was hard to tell where they were coming from, but Eddie had to protect you no matter what. And he knew just the right spot to disappear.

“Come on.” He grabbed your hand.

You didn’t question him and followed his lead while never letting go of his hand.

Eddie’s sense of direction has always been good, so it didn’t take him long to find his hollow tree. “Get in there,” he ordered in a loud whisper.

“What?” you shuddered. “No! What about you?”

“We’ll have to squeeze in.” There was no other choice and you weren’t reacting. “Come on! We don’t have much time.”

“You go first.”

“It’s not exactly the time to argue right now.”

“I’m not arguing! You’re bigger. It’s better if I squeeze in.”

Eddie thought about it for half a second and said, “You’re right.”

The tree could fit him in perfectly. He’d hidden there before, so this time he pressed himself against the walls the best he could so there would be enough room for you, too.

“Come on, now.” He gestured for you to get in.

You put one foot in first — too slow for him. He pulled you in by your wrist and placed his other hand on your lower back, pulling you even closer. You were chest to chest, nose to nose.

“This is awkward.” Your agitated breath fanned his lips. There was a faint smile taking over your pretty lips.

“You’re making it awkward.” He matched your tone and dragged his palm to your upper back.

You’ve never been this close to each other before and it… confused him in a way that brought an odd tingle everywhere.

You stared down at his lips, licked your own, and opened your mouth as if you were going to say something, but the voices had gotten closer. You gasped with panic, and Eddie placed his palm over your mouth before a sob could even dare to come out of your mouth. He stared into your eyes and made a silence gesture with his finger.

“shh.” He raised his brows at you. As a threat, almost.

His heart was racing. From the danger being a few steps away, but mostly because of your nearness.

“There’s a cabin not far,” a man said. They were somewhere near the tree, a thing that brought you even closer to Eddie’s chest searching for shelter. “They have to be there.”

“How the hell do the two most wanted people of Hawkins get together.” Another manly voice joined.

“They probably knew each other already.”

It was just two different voices that kept bouncing stupid ideas about you two. They began to fade in the distance, and when there were only crickets singing, Eddie uncovered your mouth.

“We gotta run,” he murmured. “Or else, they’ll hunt us.”

Tears started to prick at your eyes while you nodded, and all Eddie could think was how pretty you looked when you cried.

Eddie had been behind the wheel for what seemed to have been hours and he had no intention of stopping. The farthest, the better chance of surviving, he kept telling himself.

The car was stolen, of course, and thankfully had enough gas to leave the cops behind.

He glanced at you on the passenger seat and half-smiled. You were curled up facing him, sleeping with a soft frown and slightly pursed lips.

“Stop staring,” you muttered with your eyes still closed.

Not sleeping.

“We’re running out of, um, gas.” He played it cool and focused back on the road. “We’ll have to dump the car somewhere and walk the rest.”

“The rest?” You adjusted on your seat and lazily fluttered your eyes open, coughing a few times before adding, “where’s that?”

You’d gotten sicker; his main reason to find a shelter.

“I have no idea.” He just hoped it was close.

Eddie had been looking for an abandoned house of some sort since he started the car, but every single one of them had at least their porch light on.

Which meant people.

You cracked your fingers — something you did when you were feeling uneasy — and let out a shaky sigh. Eddie would’ve normally asked, but this time he placed his hand over your thigh in an attempt to calm you down; to tell you everything was going to be alright, as long as you stayed together.

Your body stiffened at his touch which made him want to snap it away, but you placed your hand over his and tightened your grip.

No other word was spoken — not even when you two dumped the car and wandered in no direction. You’d agreed to stay quiet with just a glance and kept walking, bumping shoulders to make sure the other was still there.

You knew each other’s instincts by heart at this point, and with the help of the moon that lit up your path, you two eventually came across a house.

Another shared glance and an in-sync nod.

This house was the one. It seemed to be just as lonely as the old cabin.

You reached the front door like walking on eggshells, terrified of what might be on the other side.

“You think we can make this our new home?” You asked in a whisper as he picked the lock with his pocket knife.

He’d missed your voice.

“Uh-huh.” Eddie nodded. “Until the owners decide to come here on vacation.”

The door opened smoothly — he’s had enough practice — and gestured for you to go in first. “My lady.”

“Such a gentleman,” you played along.

Eddie took one last look outside making sure the coast was clear and closed the door. “We’ll have to keep the lights off.” He opened the blinds and let the moonlight in.

“That’s enough for me.” You smiled.

You explored the house in your separate ways to optimize the time. There still was the possibility of the house not being actually empty, so Eddie handed you his knife just in case.

Every room he entered — which were too many — had a different personality. The last one looked a lot like his own back in his trailer — but richer. There even was an electric guitar hanging on the wall. He was drawn to it and swept his fingers over the strings. The nostalgia hit him hard. He missed his guitar and being creative, and it’d been too long since he last played.

He picked it up like it was his own and sat on the edge of the bed. Eddie always carried a guitar pick in his back pocket and reached for it without a doubt. Random cords took over his fingertips and all he could think about the more the melody took shape, was you.

“What song is that?” Your voice came soft.

Eddie stopped all the way and lifted his head, finding you standing by the door with bright eyes.

His stomach fluttered.

“Uh,” Eddie chuckled. “Doesn’t have a name.”

Just like you.

“I want to hear more.” You approached him and sat next to him.

“Oh, it sounds like shit.” He mocked himself. “I haven’t played in a while.”

“The house is empty. You can sound as shitty as you want.” You nudged his arm

“Maybe another time.” He stood up and put the guitar where it belonged. “Don’t want to embarrass myself just yet.”

Your mouth twisted in a pout. “Promise?”

“I promise.” Eddie sat back next to you, closer.

“Now what?”

“I dunno.”

“I’m scared to even breathe.” You looked at him.

There were your glassy eyes again and he couldn’t hold the urge to bring you into a hug.

“Let’s get through this night.” He held you tight, tight, tight, cradling the back of your head with one hand and kissing your temple. “Let’s find some dry clothes, make you some tea with honey for your disgusting cough, and we’ll worry about tomorrow when it comes ‘kay?”

You nodded, sobbing into his neck ever so slightly.

He didn’t want to break the hug until you decided it was time. So he stayed there, stroking your hair and rubbing your back up and down.

There’d been hugs between you two, but none like this one. None of them where you could practically melt into his body if you wanted to.

None where Eddie wished he could do more than just hold you.

“Okay.” You pulled back and sniffed back your tears, cleaning your nose with your shirtsleeve. “Thank you for always being there for me.”

“I don’t have much choice, so I?” He teased, putting a strand of hair behind your ear.

Your eyes dropped to his lips then went back to his eyes. “Yeah.”

“Gonna make you that tea.” Eddie stood up. “You, get changed.”

“Yes, sir.”

Eddie left you there and went downstairs to prepare you the tea he’d promised. The kitchen didn’t get much of the moonlight, so Eddie took a risk and lit up the dim light over the stove.

The place had clearly been all alone for a while. There was a thin layer of dust on every surface, and there still were many things in every cabinet he opened — including a box full of flavored tea bags. He put the fancy teapot on the stove and opened the walk-in pantry.

It was like finding gold.

“Our family is super rich, huh,” you commented as you walked inside.

“I know,” Eddie smirked, eyeing you up and down. The clothes you’d chosen were two sizes bigger and clearly belonged to a man. He couldn’t help but feel jealous that you weren’t wearing his clothes. “There are so many flavored teas—” he shook away his thoughts and continued “—so I, uh, hope you like the one I picked for you.” He walked out to the stove and placed a big mug on the counter, pouring the steaming water into it.

You gave him an excited smile, blew on it a few times, and sipped on the tea, squinting your eyes at the aftertaste.

“So?” Eddie leaned on the counter and rested his hand on his cheek.

“Lemon tea, with ginger? Perhaps?”

“You’re good.” He grinned, raising his brows.

Tomorrow came; so did the next day, and within two days, your cold disappeared thanks to Eddie’s magic potions.

A week went by just as fast, and all you two did was take nine hours shifts to guard the house; while one slept, the other stayed wide awake. Though Eddie never slept much when it was your turn to look after the house. Not because he didn’t trust you — it was the complete opposite, but he wouldn’t forgive himself if something happened to you while he slept.

The coast was clear after two weeks; not many people lived around since it was a vacation spot.

Still, Eddie could never sleep a wink.

It was your time of the day to play guard, and he’d been in bed moving from one side to the other for over two hours. He was clearly not going to sleep so he might as well give you some company.

He put his shirt back on and slipped his sneakers on to go downstairs to find you. You were nowhere inside the house, and the only place you could be was on the big bear — a bear-shaped rock right by the lake.

You’d lie there on sunny days to get your vitamin D, and even when the sun was long gone, too.

Eddie spotted you in the distance and took his time to reach your side.

“Hey, you’re supposed to be sleeping,” was the first thing you said when he sat cross-legged next to you.

“Thought I’d join you and watch the sunset.”

“There’s not much left.” You scooted closer to him.

The sun was long gone behind the hills, but the orange clouds were still bright.

“Wouldn’t it be nice if the apocalypse started right now?” you said after a moment.

“right now?” Eddie looked at you.

“At this exact moment.” your knee brushed his thigh.

“We kind of already are.” He scanned your face. Your eyes were lost in the bit of sunset. “If you think about it, we’re living our own apocalypse. Running away to keep ourselves alive, eating shitty canned food, watching every move we make.”

“Hey, last night’s beans were good.”

“You were just hungry, love,” he teased you.

Love. It came out naturally every so often since he didn’t know your name — the one and only rule you stated on your first night at the cabin — and you never seemed to mind the enchanting nickname so it slipped like a habit.

“The evening is perfect to go on a swim, don’t you think?” You asked as you stood up.

“Now?” Eddie squinted one eye shut, looking up at you, then you started to undress like it was nothing. Shirt, first. There was nothing else under that shirt. “O-Okay, yes now, wow, you’re, um, you’re getting naked,” Eddie said with a nervous laugh, turning his face away.

It caught him so off guard heat took over his cheeks at the speed of an erupting volcano.

“Oh, come on. They’re just breasts.” You laughed at him. “Don’t tell me you’ve never seen a pair of boobs before.”

“I- yeah I have,” he said matter-of-factly. “Of course I have.”

Yet couldn’t bring himself to look at you because, of course, he has not.

“Then you know they’re just like yours, just a bit more… swollen.” Eddie finally looked up and got disappointed that your hands were over your… breasts. “But I can put on my shirt if it makes you uncomfortable.”

“Not uncomfortable.” His words came out rather quickly and high-pitched.

“You can join me, then.” You then took off your pants and shoes and stepped on the edge of the rock to dive headfirst into the lake.

“Oh my god.” Eddie stood up just in time to get a glimpse of you emerging from the water.

“Come on!” Your bubbly voice echoed around.

“Shhh! don’t– scream!” he whispered loudly, yet began to strip off his pants, socks, and shirt, being left only with his boxers.

The last few days had been too calm, so he kind of needed this adrenaline.

He walked a few steps away from the edge and ran, jumping off the edge.

It was way higher than he thought it would be. And deeper, too. It took him a while to swim back to the surface and took him even longer to find you through the water in his eyes.

He shook his wet hair away from his face, scooped off the water from his eyes, and looked around, following the sound of your laugh.

“Holy shit didn’t that hurt?!” You asked as he swam next to you with wide strokes.

“My ribs are absolutely gonna be bruised tomorrow.”

“You, flying through the air, will be engraved in my memory forever.”

The daylight was gone now but it wasn’t hard to see the bliss on your face.

“I’m honored, as long as it’s a happy memory,” Eddie shrugged.

“It is, I miss it already.” You smiled then said, “Been thinking a lot about your friends.”

“They’re your friends too, you know. They really, really like you.”

“They do?” your eyes were glimmering.

“Yeah,” he said, like it was the most obvious thing. Because it was. “They probably like you more than they like me.”

“Not possible. They… adore you,” you told him.

“I’ve been thinking about them too.” Eddie sighed. “They probably think we’re goners by now.”

“We need to find a way to let them know we’re okay.”

“We will,” Eddie assured you.

Something in your eyes shifted and it brought a flutter to his stomach he still wasn’t used to.

“You look very tempting right now.” You stared into his lips.

Where did that come from?

He huffed out a laugh to disguise the heat that traveled to his cheeks. “No idea what that means.”

“You’re cute when you’re nervous.” You swam closer to him.

“Don’t… mess with me.” Eddie looked away.

“I’m not,” you chuckled, brushing a piece of wet hair out of his face.

There’d been intentional soft touches and stolen glances from your side since you moved out of the cabin, though Eddie didn’t think much about it — didn’t want to get his hopes high, so now, when you asked, “Would you kiss me?” while biting your lip, his heart almost leaped out of his chest and the butterflies those words gave him were overwhelming.

Were you actually asking him that?

“What? I— wow, I mean, right now?”

“Yeah.” You nodded. “I really want to kiss you.”

Eddie gulped. He really, really liked you. Everything about you, even the things that irritated him, he loved the most. From the very first moment.

“Eddie?” You kind of begged.

“When I kiss you,” he began, leaning close to the point where the tip of his nose was touching yours. “I will fall in love with you.”

If he wasn’t already.

“Is that a bad thing?” You murmured, circling your nose against his with your eyes closed.

It’ll be painful in the end, he was aware of that, but it wasn’t a bad thing.

“No.” He brushed his lips against yours. “Not bad at all.”

You tilted your chin up with a soft smile, ready to receive the most tender light-feather kiss.

He was so ready to fall in love.

His hands cupped your ribs and traveled down your sides as his lips barely brushed yours. Your bodies were glued together now, and your hearts could almost kiss each other with every strong and wild and in sync beat.

It was a soft peck at first, then your lips gradually gained confidence and the kiss became more and more fierce; with tongue, clacking teeth, and heavy breathing.

He’d never been kissed like this before. He’d never felt this wanted — ever. At this moment, he truly couldn’t believe how lucky he was, despite everything that’s happened. Part of him knew it was because he was the only contact you’d had with humans for the past two months. That you had no other choice. That you could have anyone you wanted.

But still, so damn lucky.

Your arms wrapped tight around his neck while the kiss never stopped, and your breasts rubbed against his chest the more your breathing increased. It was erotic, and as much as he tried to hold it back, he couldn’t hide the excitement inside his boxers.

And you couldn’t ignore it either. You brought one hand underwater to palm his erection and moaned into his mouth.

Fucking hell.

You broke the kiss to breathe and gain some air, and something seemed to have taken you out of the moment.

“Someone’s here,” you said through an exhale.

“What?” Eddie was confused, then paid attention to what was bothering you.

Children's voices were near, and car doors slammed shut.

“I think our rich family just got home.” The day you showed up, Eddie either died and went to heaven or became stardust and leaped into another dimension.

There, everything was still the exact same, but you were in it — which made it a perfect world to live in. He’d come to that conclusion after the kiss — the one that made him fall in love.

“Let’s swim to the shore, get our things and pretend we are some tourists or something if they see us.” Your chest heaving in and out made small waves around you. The danger you radiated through them was palpable.

“They have bikes.” Eddie swept his wet hair out of his face and scooped some of the water out of his eyes. “I say, we take those and hope for the best.”

You looked up at him. Your brows were already pinched together. “I’m not sure, Eddie. There’s a chance they might call the police since their house has evidently been, you know, used?”

“Right, shit.” He sighed. “Dumb tourists it is, then.”

There wasn’t much else to do, so the two of you stayed still with just your eyes and nose above the water — like two crocodiles patiently waiting for their prey.

The family got far enough at some point and you wasted no time swimming out of the lake as quietly as you could, walking hunched over to get your clothes back.

You sprinted to hide between some bushes and finally dared to breathe just a bit louder.

“That was fun.” You let out a sigh. You were covering your breasts by hugging yourself and holding a single piece of clothing close to your chest. Eddie handed you his shirt without a word as you said, “I must’ve dropped mine in the rush.”

You didn’t turn around to put it on, and Eddie couldn’t help but stare at you while you then squeezed into your very short shorts.

“What?” You smiled at him when you caught him staring.

That single glance heated up Eddie’s cheeks more than they already were.

“Nothing,” he merely said.

He struggled to put his jeans back on over his still-wet skin and took his eyes off you just to look for where the family was. The two kids, a toddler, and their mom were standing over the bear rock all smiley while the dad stayed behind with a camera in his hands. Your eyes instantly snapped to where he gestured with his brows.

“I think they are the dumb tourists.” He grinned.

“Oh, thank god.” You dropped to the ground with your knees up and rested your elbows over them, covering your face with both hands.

They were shaking.

Eddie crouched next to you, enveloping your palm with both of his hands in the attempt to stop them from trembling. “Hey,” he softened his voice and brought your knuckles to his lips. He pursed them out, though it was barely a kiss.

Your eyes met his, and right then he wondered, would you kiss him again?

“So we stay here until they drive off?” Your voice broke in the middle of it.

“We stay right here, sweetheart.”

Whatever had you that scared, Eddie wasn’t gonna let it get to you. He didn’t let go of your hand once as you two stayed there, peeking every so often at the family behind the bush.

It didn’t take them more than five more pictures and a short rock-throwing contest to leave. So as soon as the coast was clear, you made it inside the house — oddly quiet.

You toed off your shoes by the door and said dryly, “I’m gonna shower,” while never looking back.

“Okay?” was all Eddie managed to respond.

He was already feeling self-conscious about everything he did and didn’t do the past forty minutes. Were you pretending the kiss didn’t happen? He didn’t want to forget about it — ever – but if you regretted it… there wasn’t much he could do than just accept it was just the heat of the moment.

“Yeah, sure, it’s not a big deal.” He rambled to himself while he went upstairs to put a shirt on.

He’ll shower later.

“It was just a kiss. Just a kiss,” he said in a whisper.

He threw on a flannel and reached for the guitar that felt already like his own.

“It’s not like I’m in love with you or anything.” He placed a pick between his teeth and started to play the song he’s been making since you two first got there. The one that sounded like you. It was one minute and thirty-two seconds long without any lyrics so far, although he only got to play half of it.

“Eddie?!” Your voice came from the end of the hallway.

Loud.

“Shit.” He stopped all the way and didn’t hesitate to come running to you. “What, what, what is it?” He softly knocked and stayed behind the half-open door. “Hey, are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” you huffed out a nervous laugh. The water was running, but your voice was close. Just at the other side of the door. “Come in.”

Oh.

“O-okay.” Eddie opened slowly and found you standing there, naked and beautiful as ever with the hot steam soaring around you.

“Do you want to join me and continue where we left off?” you approached him.

Oh.

His entire body froze. His tongue included.

You gave him a tender frown and wrapped yourself with your arms all of a sudden. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, nothing.” Eddie was quick to assure you and walked in, shutting the door behind him. “I just,” he kind of laughed, rubbing the back of his neck. “Thought you were gonna pretend the kiss didn’t happen.”

You let your arms fall at your sides and reached for his hand to bring it up to your cheek. “How could I?” You kissed his palm with your eyes closed.

The kiss was hot and soft enough to refuel the heat inside his underwear. He wanted to continue without a fucking doubt, but he still had to ask, “Are you sure?” while caressing your cheek with his thumb.

You tugged your bottom lip with your teeth between a pure smile. “Yeah.” You nodded, clutching him close with one hand by his waist. The other landed on the nape of his neck to bring him close to your lips. “So sure.”

Eddie followed your body and leaned down. He’d forgotten how soft your lips felt.

It was like kissing you for the first time all over again.

This time was different, though. Eddie was confident enough to add some tongue, brushing it against your cradling your face with both hands. You let out an instant moan while your knees bent a bit and welcomed him in, intensifying the kiss.

He didn’t think it was possible for someone to visibly melt, though he was more than flattered. He smiled between the kisses and let his hands do their thing. One stayed appropriately on the curve of your waist as the other made its way between your legs.

Another delightful moan.

You pulled back a bit and stared down at his fingers that’d already spread your lips apart.

You were so fucking wet. Silky smooth. He’d never felt such pleasure from a simple touch, and if you felt that good, he could only imagine what you’d taste like, but he kept his cool and used his fingers for a few more moments.

The kiss turned breathy, desperate. Every part of you was keeping him close so the insecurity about you not wanting him back dissolved into thin air.

Eddie licked his lips and ghosted your mouth with his agitated breath. “I wanna taste you, yeah? Is it okay if I taste you?”

You barely smiled at him as you melted once again. “Mhm,” you nodded, “yes, please.”

Something in your eyes told him you thought he was just going to lick his fingers clean. He did, while never breaking eye contact. But Eddie also kneeled, not without trailing soft kisses from your jaw down your breasts, stomach, and all around your navel first.

The moment he reached your cunt, he used his skilled tongue to open your folds, and that gentle, wet sound almost made him come right then and there. Eddie looked up at you and opened his mouth to savor you whole.

“Gosh, Eddie.” You gripped the back of his head.

He was getting addicted to how your body reacted to anything he did and didn’t do.

“Mmh.” Eddie shut his eyes to really take you in and slid his hands up and down the back of your thighs the more he ate you out, and each time he got bolder to touch you everywhere.

He had a mouthful of your cunt and was getting harder and growing tight inside his underwear as you moaned his name every so often. You made the sweetest sounds, and your shallow breaths and soft whines could only mean he was doing it right, so he continued doing exactly what he was doing. Licking and sucking and stretching your clit out with lips and gentle teeth. He was ecstatic.

This thing — hooking up with a stranger, though you were hardly a stranger — was new. He’d never eaten a girl's cunt before either, and he sure liked the taste of you so he wouldn’t mind learning how to become an expert at it and pleasure you day and night.

“Right there,” you managed to say.

Eddie grinned against your cunt and grunted deeply to let you know he was enjoying it, too.

“That feels so good,” you praised him again and again and over and over.

Eddie was one lick away from coming untouched and had to palm himself over his pants to relieve some of the ache. He kept using his entire mouth at a steady pace until his jaw started to get numb, but the high was so damn close he didn’t want to stop. So he didn’t. Eddie flicked his tongue over that sensitive spot that made your body twitch, slurped your wet lips and moaned, keeping you close with both hands gripping your ass until his cock pulsed and cum spilled inside his underwear.

“Oh, fuck,” Eddie breathed out while lazily making out with your cunt.

It happened too damn fast.

“Gosh, Eddie?” You asked. He rubbed his cheek and tip of his nose against your lower stomach, like a kitten wanting to be petted before slowly looking up at you with a soft frown and red, fleshy lips. His confidence was gone. “Did you just come?”

He gulped, licking his lips. He was too embarrassed to say anything.

“Come here.” You brushed your thumb over the corner of his mouth. Eddie obeyed and stood up towering over you. You grabbed him by the back of his head and brought him close to messily mold your lips with his into a wet kiss. “That was incredibly hot.”

“Was it really?”

Really?

“So fucking hot.” You nibbled his bottom lip. “Do you think our rich family keeps condoms in here?”

“I, uh, yeah, I mean, I- I can look for some?”

“Go.” You gave him a soft peck. “I’ll be right here.”

Eddie returned the kiss, stared at you with anticipation, and left you there. He knew exactly where the condoms had been this entire time — he’d found a brand new box of twenty four on the second day and kept them in his room, hopeful — so he was quick to be back.

You’d moved to the shower, and looked stunning with the water cascading down your godly body, waiting for him.

He took his flannel off and clumsily dragged his pants off and underwear down in one fell swoop, kicking them aside. Your eyes dropped up and down his body, and he could’ve sworn your soft nipples hardened at the sight.

Eddie approached you and stood in front of you. “How do these work?” He waved the condom in the air between two fingers. He said it as if it was a joke, but he was sure he’d skipped the sex-ed class.

“I’ll show you,” you laughed a bit and stepped away from the shower stream to invite him in. “Hi. I missed you,” you teased him, staring at his lips while licking yours.

“Missed you, too.” Eddie grinned and leaned to kiss the underside of your chin.

“First–” you took the condom and ran your palm over his tummy down the base of his cock while he kept peppering kisses all over your cheek “— mmm, you can prep yourself,” you murmured close to his ear, fisting his cock and stroking it a few times. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. “To make yourself hard — harder.”

Your confidence was hot and it was even hotter how you seemed to know his body better than himself. He showed no weakness, though, and increased the intensity of his lips over your skin, placing small, loving bites down your neck and shoulder.

“Then, you open the wrapper gently, and take the condom out.” You did as you said then didn’t speak after that. You simply rolled the condom down his length — so, so slowly — until the very base of his erection. “There.” You pulled back a bit and kissed him under his ear.

Eddie stared down at his latex-wrapped cock then back at your eyes. It was happening. He was going to have sex.

“Now what?” he asked.

“Now, you fuck me.”

Eddie wasted no time capturing your mouth and pressing his body onto yours, making you walk backwards until your back was pressed against the tile wall. Your hands flew to the back of his head and gripped his hair tightly.

His cock had made it between your thighs and right under your cunt on its own. Being there felt so good already so he instinctively bucked his hips while never letting go of your lips. You moaned as a response and sneaked one hand between your bodies to guide the head of his cock at your entrance and pushed it inside just a bit to squeeze the tip in.

Eddie lifted one of your legs up by your thigh and thrusted, making it all the way inside you.

So.

Fucking.

Slowly.

“Oh, god. Oh, shit, oh, fuck.” Eddie dropped his forehead to your. shoulder. You were so warm, so soft, and so perfectly wet.

“Eddie?” you panted. “Move.”

“Hold on, hold on.” He withdrew his hips just a bit, and it only felt better. “Fuck.”

He was about to come already. He couldn’t. But god, he’d never been this close to heaven before.

“Give me a moment, princess.” Eddie gathered all his strength and scooped you by your thighs, pressing you against the wall — harsh.

You made a delightful sound; like a moan, like a laugh, like the most beautiful melody. “Gosh, Eddie.” You clung to him and tightened your cunt around his cock.

The way you whined his name boosted his stamina, enough to fuck you against the wall effortlessly. You dug your fingers into his back and your teeth into his shoulder with that first deliberate thrust.

Eddie’s near-silent grunts blended with your not-so-quiet moans and they echoed against the walls as though they belonged to the same song.

“So damn good,” he praised you out of breath. “Jesus fucking christ.”

You received each of his sloppy thrusts with a blissful gasp. It was a lot of work keeping you both safe while still standing up, so after a moment Eddie opted to unglue you from the wall, walked two steps to the bench right in front of the shower stream, and plopped there with you on top.

His cock slipped out in the process and you laughed a little at the sudden change of positions, guiding his erection right back to your entrance without hesitation and lowering yourself on it again.

“Holy hell.” Eddie gripped your waist with both hands and threw his head back in pleasure.

You slowly sank on it until he was balls deep then began to bounce up and down. Up and down. Up and down.

Having you on top was a whole new experience. The view was like a dream; jiggling motion of your breasts and your sweet smile while enjoying yourself riding him like a real goddess was hypnotizing.

“You’re so loud,” he said through a moan, so he wasn’t complaining at all.

“Yeah? you like it?”

“Yeah.” He kissed your shoulder and bit you gently. “Love your voice. I could hear you moan like this forever.”

You shifted the motions of your hips, grinding back and forth, side to side, squeezing your walls tight around his erection. “Your cock feels so nice,” you murmured against his temple. “Shit. Eds.” You wrapped your arms around his neck as your harsh breathings and sweet, sweet moans increased.

Your cunt began to pulse, fisting his cock tight and your entire body tensed. You'd come so fucking hard and loud that the pleasure brewing in his lower stomach skyrocketed.

He stared down at his cock being completely gone inside you one last time before letting himself go for the second time. His cock twitched with each spurt he spilled inside the condom and a dark, long, and shaky ‘fuck’ got caged in his chest. He laughed a bit while he came, and buried his face in the crook of your neck.

Everything had turned blurry. The only thing that was clear was that this — sex with you — was better than any drug, and he wouldn’t mind becoming addicted to you. He’d gladly consume you for the rest of his life.

You were still a panting mess as you dotted lazy kisses all over his face and ran your fingertips up and down his shoulder blades.

The sound of the running water was so soothing you both agreed to stay there, heart to heart, just a little longer without saying a word.

“That was the best sex I’ve ever had,” you spoke first. “Thank you.”

Eddie’s brain was still shut down by the mind-blowing experience, and his mouth had gone dry. The only thing he managed to answer was, “You’re welcome, love.”

You cackled at his words and shifted on top of him to get a good look at his face. “Cocky.”

Something had changed in your eyes — in a good way, but he didn’t want to get his hopes high or take credit for that special shimmer your eyes had.

“Can I wash your hair?” you asked against his lips, going for a kiss.

He smiled and blindly reached for the shampoo. “Only if I can wash yours, too.”

The shower got extended just a bit longer and in no time you were two brand-new people, cuddled up in the same bed.

Your head rested on his chest and you’ve been outlining every tattoo and scar of his in silence until you decided to speak. “Eddie?” you whispered, looking up at him. “Are you ever gonna play a song for me?”

“I mean, yeah.” He cleared his throat as it’d come out raspy. “What’s your favorite song?”

“You don’t have to play my favorite song.” You adjusted so half of your body was laying on top of his. “I just want to hear you play. Any.”

“Any?” Eddie’s grin widened.

“Okay, except for The Final Countdown.” You rolled your eyes and slid up to be at his level.

“What makes you think I even know how to play that one?” He turned to his side to face you.

“You don’t?”

“Uh—”

“You do?”

“I mean, yeah? It’s Europe. What’s wrong with that song?”

“Everything.” You laughed. “Are you serious?”

“Okay, okay, I won’t play that one, then.”

“Thank you.” You bopped your nose with his.

It was in moments like these, when words weren’t needed that he wondered who really were you. He’s always been too scared to ask, what if it scared you away?

You trailed kisses from his jaw to his lips and sighed deeply. “Mmm. You wouldn’t like me if you met me.”

Had he said it out loud?

“uh, I like you a lot, actually,” he confessed. “Sometimes I think I made you up, you know?”

“What?” your face twisted with confusion. “Like, I’m part of your imagination?”

“Yeah.”

“I’m very much real.” You kissed him. “I promise.”

“I’m glad you are. I, um, was in a dark, dark hole when you showed up…” Eddie began, stroking your hair.

It felt right to tell you how he’d ended up being a fugitive of justice.

He told you everything. From the traumatic night at his trailer with Chrissy until the night he was dragged out the upside down by Dustin and Steve barely alive — without getting into much detail about what really was the upside down. That was a story for another time.

And you listened, carefully, bright eyed, and didn’t interrupt him once.

“... so you could imagine, there was no point in anything. But then you appeared and…” Eddie sighed. “I could breathe again.”

You stroked his cheek and sighed deeply, too. “I’m glad you kidnapped me, then.”

“Oh, please don’t say that.”

Kidnapping jokes between you two never got old.

“I’m kidding,” you laughed and nuzzled your face in his bare chest. “But you kind of did.”

“Okay, I kind of did.”

It smelled like breakfast.

Like a real and greasy breakfast. With bacon and eggs and buttered toast and even a side of fresh chopped fruit.

Eddie smiled still half-asleep and stretched his arm, blindly searching for you next to him, but your side of the bed was empty. He blinked his eyes open and smiled even more at the memories from the night before.

It was more than the multiple rounds of sex. It was the soft kisses and longing stares and sleepy conversations about a future where neither of you had to hide anymore.

Eddie was loud to get up, yawning and stretching his body to its fullest before putting some clothes on. He followed the smell barefoot in hopes to find you in the kitchen. Though his smile faded and his heart broke as it wasn’t you who was there cooking.

He knew this moment was going to come eventually, he just wished it wouldn’t have happened this soon.

“Eddie Munson! So glad you woke up.” A bald, suited man gestured around with a sharp big knife. His tie was loose around his neck and the holster around his waist was empty. “We were waiting for you.”

A gun cocked at the back of his head before Eddie could take a step forward and tackle the man. “Don’t say anything,” a younger guy’s voice said from behind. “Just walk over there as the boss said and sit. Quietly.”

Eddie’s ear started ringing. Where the hell were you?

“I said move!” The guy pushed Eddie by his back and forced him to sit at the nicely set up table.

“Khoa, stop it with the gun, would ya’?” The bald man warned the violent guy.

Eddie’s body moved in command. These weren’t cops. They had no badge or plaque of any sort in sight.

“… okay but where’s Eddie?” That was your voice. Eddie’s head instantly snapped to where it came from. “Eds?!” Your voice got closer.

His soul came to his body as soon as you walked into the room.

You were in one piece and with no signs of any struggle on your body or clothes.

You were okay.

“Eddie.” You rushed to him as he stood up and crushed him with a strong hug.

Eddie held you tight and inhaled you whole with his eyes closed to imprint you in his memory in case this was the last hug he ever got to give you.

“We’ve been looking for Miss Thirteen here for a while.” The older man spoke.

Thirteen? Why were they calling you by a number?

You broke the hug and avoided looking up at Eddie. There was fear and just a bit of guilt written all over you.

“We had no idea about you,” the man continued, gesturing at Eddie, “so you’re very lucky we’re here.”

“Lucky?” Eddie’s eyes widened. “I’m not understanding shit.”

“I know them.” You shut your eyes in annoyance. “They’re… here to… I don’t even know why you guys are here.”

“We thought you were dead.” The asian guy said mad. “I mean, you are. Legally.”

“I am?”

“Yeah.” Khoa folded his arms over his chest. It was impossible for Eddie not to think he was just trying to show up his biceps. “So is Brenner.”

“What?” Your face dropped with relief.

“He’s dead.” Khoa smirked.

“Wh-what? When?”

“A while ago, but that’s not why we’re here. The government is still looking for your dead body, and they won’t stop until they find you.”

“What does that mean?” Eddie asked, even when he was still not getting shit.

“In order to keep you safe,” the old man began. “We have to send you away for a while.”

“Away? Where?” you and Eddie said at the same time.

“Anywhere but here.”

“I’m not going anywhere without Eddie.” You reached for his hand and arm.

Khoa’s jaw tightened. Eddie grinned.

“Give us a day or two to come up with a name for you and new documents — ID, passports, credit cards, yada, yada.”

“What was the gun for, then?” he was perplexed.

“To make it more fun.” Khoa shrugged.

“I almost shit myself, dude.”

You hid a laugh agains his arm.

“I’m still not getting shit,” Eddie continued.

“All you have to know for now is that this—” The man gestured at his clothes “—is just a show.”

“Oh yeah, no one questions you when you’re wearing a suit.” Khoa agreed.

“Can we have a moment, please?” You asked them.

“What’s going on,” Eddie asked you.

You shut your eyes and took a deep breath.

Just as he told you how he ended up in this situation, you told your story. He didn’t understand much. All he got was that you had a traumatic childhood and managed to get out thanks to these people — Khoa and Chester, the older man. They were part of this Doctor Brenner team in the past, but were never on his side.

And the tattoo on your wrist you always tried to hide made the most sense now.

“So you have… superpowers?” was the first thing Eddie asked.

“Had.” You chuckled.

“What was your superpower?”

“Erase memories. And sometimes I could hear people’s thoughts.”

“So, you could erase yourself from my memory?”

“Even if I could, I wouldn’t. I never used that to the people I loved.”

“Time’s up.” Khoa walked in with the globe that was in one of the kids’ rooms and placed it on the table. “Wherever your finger lands, it’s your home for the next couple of months.”

You two shared a glance.

“Ready to start a new life?” You asked.

Eddie smiled. “Fuck yeah I am.”

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Okay so I don’t know why but I’m just so fixated this idea? I can imagine a female reader, being the first and only girl in the jackass crew and also being apart of wildboyz. Her, Chris, & Steve-O are all attached at the hips obviously and maybe one day after filming for Wildboyz they all go back to the hotel and clean up, have a big smoke sess and it just leads to these two tag teaming her while there all high as hell? (Which btw I feel like it’s very much a common occurrence 🤭 especially if they’re in like a poly relationship)

STEVEO/READER/CHRIS PONTIUS IMAGINE

im literally so obsessed with this idea, know that chris and steve-o were so close anyways it always makes me giggle. sorry i didnt get to do this sooner i have had a kidney stone and have been super sick bc of it, welp enjoy!! this is also my first ever like actual written out smut so sorry if its absolute shit but i have the writing skills of a idiot so….

WARNINGS: cursing, drinking, talks of drugs and alcohol, and smut

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ok so u, steve-o and chris have always been pretty close

yall all met through the first season of jackass

u were good friends with steph so she invited u to go watch her and the guys do stupid shit

and ofc u wanted to participate

so u go onto set looking around for her

instead u see two half naked men just chillin, standing around

after some first awkward glances u meet with steph and watch everything unfold

everyone was in the middle of a type of field with a huge loop that ppl were trying to ride with skate boards and bikes and shit

it was actually super cool

after a few hours of filming in the hot sun u pretty much were beat

u walk over to ur friend to tell her u think ur gonna head out for today

but little do u know the two guys from earlier are also friends with steph

so the four of yall get to talking

and u learn that the one man whos tan, in pretty good shape and is now wearing bunny ears and a flower bra is chris pontius, and the other bald man wearing a cheetah speedo is steve-o

they both invited u to join them to get ihop after the shoot

and just like that a trio was born

the three of u were always together

either just chillin, partying, or filming

u guys were never apart

u were the only one out of the three who actually had an apartment

so the two mostly (basically) lived at ur house

after the seasons of jackass ended steve-o and chris ended up doing a spin off called “wildboyz”

obviously u were still gonna be with them

u do hella cameos in wildboyz

u do all the shit that the guys are too pussy to do

swimming with alligators, sharks, bears rlly anything

also when steveo didnt wanna jump off the bridge with wings on, u def did

so lets set the scene

after doing some filming in australia, the crew and u three decide to go out on the town in melborne

just doing some bar hopping

eventually the crew gets tired and drunk and go off back to the hotel room

not the three american idiots tho

u steveo and pontius are just having a grand ol’ time drinking, goofing around and just having fun

it seems awesome

until pontius ends up fist fighting with some random guys which leads to steveo also getting involved

that gets everyone kicked out the bar

after some mumbling and complaining from the two u bring up a solution

“hey lets just go back to my room, i brought some weed we could go smoke or something..”

it was a absolute yes

who says no to weed?

the three of u go back to ur hotel room and smoke 2 whole joints together

yall were HIGHHHHH

the three of u guys were just in a cluster on the cheap ass hotel rug, giggling and cracking jokes till way into the night

the thing is, when ur high, u tend to get a little touchy

so little touches on chris’ chest while laughing here and accidently touching steveos thigh there

totally innocent touches

things start to get a little intense tho

longer eye contact from chris, steve-o trying to make u laugh more

and just like that steve-o has u in a bear hug, ur back to his chest while chris is next to u guys

after u calm urself down from having a giggle attack

u look over at chris

“have i ever told u, u have a pretty face y/n” chris says

u kinda had to stop in ur tracks a bit, only bc ur surprised

“yea, ur right chris, i also never say how good u smell dude, its like heavenly” steveo chimes in

u start to get a little nervous

yea u thought ur two friends were super hot but u werent gonna tell THEM that

“yea its probably because i actually shower, unlike u two” u giggle trying to ease the tension

“im serious y/n, ur actually gorgeous, ive just never told u like out loud in person before” chris says

ur face starts to turn bright red

“guys wha-“

“aweee chris ur making them blush” steve-o chuckles

at this point ur beat red, and a little sweaty

ur just baffled bc u know all abt the type of ppl chris and steve-o go for, you the last person u would ever think they would even come close to saying that stuff too

“hey, lets put a proposal on the table” steveo says, snaking his hand around ur waist

“its been a hell of a night, why dont we end this shit off right, chris? y/n? u down?”

“LIKE SEX?” u blurt out in ur intoxicated state causing the two guys to burst out laughing

“yes y/n, like sex” chris says

welp who knew this was gonna happen

ur two best friends wanting to fuck u??? like what?? how did this happen

i mean u were already in steveos lap, having his hand wrap around ur waist as his head rests on ur shoulder and chris on the opposite side of u playing with ur hair, curling it in between his fingers

“fuck it” u say, turning to chris

chris leans in and starts kissing u

eh well not kissing

more like very drunkly making out

steve-o starts kissing and licking on ur neck

all this is making ur face bright red

and tbh making u hella turned on

u eventually crawl out of steveos lap straddling chris

he runs his hand up ur shirt and up the small of ur back, steveo then helps chris take off ur shirt and ur bra

steveo then starts massaging ur breasts while whispering sweet nothings into ur ear

u pull away from the two

“guys i really think we shouldnt do this on the gross ass hotel room floor, the room comes with a bed for a reason” you say

the two look at eachother then look at u and nod

chris throws u over his shoulder while steveo runs ahead and plops down on the bed

chris then puts u on the bed, leaving u in ur jean shorts from ur guys night on the town

chris then unzips ur shorts and looks up at ur for permission

u nod and he starts kissing down ur stomach, taking off ur jeans and panties as he does

chris starts to eat u out while u push ur back into steve-o

u go to tangle ur fingers into chris’ hair

steveo quickly takes ur wrists into one hand

“awee come one sweetheart ur giving him all the attention” he chuckles

u turn to him, not even able to make out a word bc of how good chris is doing

who knew that he could eat pussy like THAT

u lock lips with steveo and u both moan into the the kiss

chris pulls away from u

he gets up and crawls onto the bed with u and steveo

damn good thing u got a king bed with ur room

u turn to straddle steveo, grinding against him as u do causing u both to groan

u pull away helping steve-o get his pants off

u look over at chris and hes already intensely watching u too, dick in hand

bc thats just how he rolls

u take steve-os cock out of his boxers, lick up his shaft then get on top of him

u put his tip at ur entrance and slowly sink down onto him

u both moan at the feeling

as u start to ride him, u turn to chris once again and hes slowly stroking his dick, once u really get a look at it u realize how big he is

“hm what? u like what u see sweetheart?” chris mumbles in between moans

u nod, still riding steveo, feeling urself slowly creep towards release

steveo then pulls u off him

“i feel like this isnt fair, i shouldnt have to keep ur gorgeous body all to myself, thats just selfish.” he beckons chris over

“turn around” steve-o says

u do as he says, chris now on the bed in front of you

“whats wrong darling? u look like u want something, dont be shy” chris says caressing ur cheek to make u look him in his eyes

god u couldnt get enough of his big beautiful eyes

“yes..” u say lowly

“what was that? i cant hear u?”

“yes chris, please.” u say glancing down at his dick

while this is all happening steve-o is just groping ur ass

“ohh u wanna suck me off dont u?” he rubs his thumb across ur bottom lip “ofc u can, anything for u”

u lean down to his dick, putting it in ur hand and giving it small licks here and there

as ur ass is up in the air, right in front of steveos face, he pushes himself back into u, fucking u from behind

u start to take all of chris into ur mouth, moaning as u feel steveos hand reach for ur clit

the room was just filled with moans, groans, and the sound of skin slapping, steve-o and chris just making intense eye contact the whole time

“ah fuck y/n just like that” chris mumbles as u take his whole length down ur throat, gagging

steveos thrusts start to speed up quicker and u feel like ur going to cum and minute now

u pull off chris’ dick with a pop, jerking him off in place of ur mouth

“shit, im-“

u dont get to finish ur sentence before u feel urself cum all over steveos cock

steveos fucks u through ur high, pulls out and cums on ur back

then a few minutes later chris came onto ur face

after the three of u have calmed down from ur highs, chris gets up and grabs a towel from the bathroom to clean u guys up

well mainly u

after u three all get into bed and fall asleep, u cuddling into chris’ chest and steveo spooning u from behind

“man we should do that more often” steveo says

and u guys sure did

after that night u three all kinda agreed to be a thing, u recommend a poly relationship which they didnt know much about but were completely down for

they both are in love with u (and lowkey eachother) so it was a win for everyone involved

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ok hope yall enjoyed! as u can tell i cant take smut srsly at all ive never rlly written smut before at this detail level so i just kinda went with it, hope its not too bad. im also way to lazy atm to read over this for mistakes so ima just got with it, please keep recommending stuff for me to write! its very fun!

#jackass #jackass x reader #chris pontius x reader smut #chris pontius #chris pontius x reader #steveo x reader #steve o #steveo x reader smut

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Imaginary Shadow Dad) Ch.1: The Nights are the Hardest

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Remember that little tag from my post about my ask blog? Well, welcome to the ShadowDad AU! In this AU, Mac never got revived by the Lady Bitch Demon, because he didn’t die. He hid in the shadows and has been regaining energy since the fight. Thanks to that, he’s not in her debt, because I don’t like writing angst unless I’m already having a mental breakdown.

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It’s scary being alone. Especially at night. Xiaotain knew that first hand. He was terrified of the dark. His parents always told him to just toughen up, but they didn’t really want him to. It made it easier to control him. Refuse a chore? Locked in the closet. Cry for attention? Locked in the closet. Specifically the closet because the pull string was too high for the poor six year old to reach.

He hated that they never showed a hint of sympathy for him, but who really would? He wasn’t even able to wash dishes right. He was just a useless little boy they never really wanted anyway. They just forgot to use protection one night and couldn’t afford to abort.

It wasn’t much better at school. He didn’t have any friends and was constantly struggling to focus. Every report card was a sentence to at least one night in the closet. No matter what, he knew better than to cry. Crying always made it worse. On lucky days though, when his parents weren’t home, he got to watch cartoons! He loved to see what imagination could do! He started stealing some of the printer paper and pencils to practice drawing in his room. He wanted to be a cartoonist someday. He thought it would be so cool!

On one of his lucky days he discovered a show about this guy called “The Monkey King” who was just about the coolest guy he’d ever seen! He wanted to be like that one day, but he just wasn’t brave enough. He wanted to get braver, but he was even scared of the dark! According to the other kids in his class, only babies are scared of the dark. He didn’t wanna be a baby! He wanted to be a monkey!

He wanted to lounge around in the jungle eating fruit to his heart's content. He started thinking that if he was braver, if he was stronger, maybe he could one day. So he decided to try some tactics he’d seen in his cartoons. Starting with getting over his fear of the dark.

He chose to train himself away from being scared by turning off the light in his room and staying by the switch so he could turn it on again if he did get really scared. He managed a whole five minutes without freaking out on his first attempt, and his times only got better from there. By the end of the first month, he could handle half an hour! What he was confused by though was that it only seemed to apply to his room. So far at least. The dark was still scary everywhere else, but his room was starting to feel safe at night.

The closet was still a plenty effective punishment. It was extra effective in fact. He didn’t know what it was, but something in the shadows was alive and it always went away the moment you turned on the light. He didn’t wanna stay scared of the dark, so he’d decided! He’d talk to the shadow monster once his “night sentence” came in.

A few days later, he was locked in the closet as usual. He stuck near the door in the cramped space to have some sense of control, no matter how little it helped. He had no idea how to stop panicking. He felt as though the shadows were trying to grab him, and he couldn’t even see the walls. His parents left the room outside the door and turned off the light as they left, stopping any light from protecting him. He felt as though his shield had been ripped away, and now it was time for the swords. Xiaotain felt the shadows start shifting, as though they had just woken up. It quickly felt as though the walls were breathing and he wasn’t alone any more.

The shadow monster shifted as it awoke, its eyes suddenly watching the kid panicking in its den. It reached out to touch the anxious little boy, who flinched away from its touch. Understandable. It wasn’t exactly corporeal.

The young artist tried to calm his breathing, but it felt like someone was pushing his lungs, keeping him from steady breath. He tried counting his breath like that witch show taught him, but he kept choking before a second could pass. Ah, well. He was stuck all night anyway.

The tendrils of shadow creeping underneath his skin was as if someone had pulled it up and was stroking the muscle. It felt invasive. It was like someone was both comforting him and scaring him at the same time! The darkness was only trying to do one of those though. Within an hour, the boy was too tired and hungry to panic. If only his punishment closet was the snack cupboard.

Scared, alone, and cold, his stomach growled and he groaned. The worst part was that he’d be there till the next day, and even now, it was only 1:30 P.M. He felt the shadow press on his stomach and flinch away.

The boy was skin and bones! He shouldn’t be dealing with this stuff without food! The creature slinked away to get something as the boy silently cried in the closet. He was lucky enough to find some campers in the darker parts of the forest. They were getting some hiking gear, and had left their snacks wide open. He looked for anything good he could find, but he didn’t know what the boy liked. Now that he’d thought about it, he hadn’t seen the boy eat before. Rage bubbled in his chest but he held it down. No. That’s not helpful.

He decided to steal the bag of plain salted potato chips. It was the safest bet of things he wouldn’t have to make. He opened a portal under the bag and carried it through the shadows back to the boy’s house. The image that greeted him was nearly enough to make him cry. A little boy, no more than seven years old, ribs showing through a ripped shirt, with tear tracts streaming down his face, passed out in the most distressed position he’d seen from another person.

He was cold and shivering with every small draft from beneath the door, curled over himself in a desperate attempt for comfort. It made the Shadows’ blood boil. He wanted nothing more than to grab those idiots and torture them for traumatizing this poor cub! For now though, he needed to keep the kid alive. Can’t really protect a dead kid.

The shadows lightly placed the chips in front of the kid so as to not wake him, but even with how light the rustling was, it was a bag of chips, so of course it was loud. The kid woke up and shuffled even closer to the wall, like he thought the chips were gonna kill him. The darkness pushed them closer to entice the kid, who shook his head. The shadows tried again. The kid had to eat but he just shut his mouth tighter. The boy was mentally scrambling to figure out what to do when he remembered his original plan. He calmed his breathing and spoke.

“I know you’re there.” The boy nearly whispered. A shadow touched his leg softly. Less invasive than before. “I-I know you’re here s-so… Show yourself!” The young boy tried to be brave and felt the shadows chuckle. “C-c’mon… I’m serious!”

The darkness fell still, until small lights appeared. “Promise you won’t run?” The shadows requested. The child’s nod was quickly followed by purple light filling the closet’s opposing wall. He was finally able to get a clear look at what he’d been scared of and it was… A monkey? A shadow monkey? He wasn’t sure. It had three ears on either side of its head and a lantern in its hand. “Ta-da!~” the shadows sang, before looking back at the kid. “What is it, bud?”

The little boy had been staring at the lantern. “Why does the darkness have a lantern? And why aren’t you scarier?” He asked.

The dark creature on the wall chuckled and said, “Well I’m just not that type of guy.” as it stepped into a somewhat corporeal form. He crouched down and grabbed the bag of chips, plucking one out and pointing it at the kid. “Now eat, or I’m force feeding you.” He demanded with an empty threat.

The cub shook his head. “No. Mommy and daddy will get mad.”

The shadow felt rage bubble up to the surface again. Of course they would. He wanted to just kill them and take the cub for himself, but he wasn’t strong enough yet. His body hadn’t fully healed. “Yeah? Well, these aren’t theirs and they aren’t here. So, eat.” The shadows were not having any of Xiaotain’s shit.

The boy looked concerned and asked, “Who’s are they then?”

The shadow rubbed his brow. Of course the kid was a goodie two shoes. Otherwise he woulda killed those bastards himself. “They’re ours now, kid. So stop asking questions and eat!” He said, exasperated as he shoved a chip in the kid’s mouth. The boy started chewing slowly as the shadow watched him. “What’s your name anyways, kiddo?” The shadow asked as the kid started shoveling chips into his mouth.

The younger swallowed his mouthful before answering. “Qi Xiaotain! Who are you?” He said, making the shadow chuckle.

“I go by a lot of names, kid. Come up with one.” He replied. He’d seen the boy watching that show. He’s not exactly shown in the best light there.

“Can I call you ‘Shadow Dad’?” The boy chuckled, clearly kidding.

Oh how he’d regret that joke. “Yeah, that works.” The shadow said, holding back some joy. He just had a proper conversation with the cub and he’s already being called dad? Does it really matter that it was a joke?

“Wait. I didn’t mean for real!” The kid said with anxiety in his tone. To him it did.

But to the darkness… “Nope! I’m Shadow Dad now. Nice to meet you Xiaotian!” He teased and picked up the cub who yelped in surprise as he was swung side to side for a moment. The newly titled ‘Shadow Dad’ then plopped down with the kid in his arms, smiling eyes glowing down on him. “But seriously kid, why’re you already calling me that?”

Sure, the shadow liked the title, but he didn’t understand the kid dropping his guard so early. “You did a thing my cartoons told me dads do. You brought me food.” He answered once he had calmed down. The darkness didn’t like that the boy specified his cartoons showed him dads do that. “Oh no! What if my actual dad hea-”

“Shh.. Your parents are asleep. Trust me.” Shadow Dad stated, placing one hand behind three of his ears. “They aren’t waking up for a while. You should sleep too, little sky.” He whispered, punctuating the sentence with a boop on the nose. The boy nearly panicked until he was stopped by the darkness saying, “Don’t worry. I’ll be here all night.” and nuzzling the tiny creature in his arms.

True to his words, the shadow didn’t leave, and when morning came, he waited for the kid to wake up before returning to the dark. The tiny yawn the equal size child gave just made the creature all the more fond. How this happened, no one knew. The child was just so sweet and small. You’d never think he’d have the ability to betray someone. It made it so easy to let down your walls. “G’morning, Shadow Dad..” The kid muttered as he woke up.

The shadow placed him gently in front of him. “Good morning, Xiaotian. Have a pleasant dream?” The creature asked. The kid nodded, turned around and laid back against the shadow’s lap. He couldn’t help his instincts telling him to groom the cub, and of course, the kid was fine with it. He almost passed out again, but the shadow started snapping in front of his face. “Stay awake now, bud. You have school and your parents are coming to let you out.”

His… No, the kid’s eyes snapped open at that and he started panicking. “B-but Shadow Dad! I don’t wanna go! Can’t I stay?” The cub pleaded.

The darkness sighed. He didn’t want the kid to go either. It’s lonely in the shadows, but he needed to go. Until the boy’s actual parents did something unforgivable, he would have to give the boy less comfort than he could. “Here, bud.” He said as he handed the boy a smaller lantern. “If you ever need me, turn this on. I’ll be there as fast as I can.” His ears twitched. “You might wanna hide it, though. Your parents are coming and I don’t think they’ll want you talking to me.”

As his Shadow Dad stood and grabbed his own lantern, Xiaotain shoved his in his pocket and grabbed the other’s wrist. “What if I wanna see you in class?” He asked in a frenzy.

“I doubt anyone’s gonna immediately jump to you sneaking a living shadow into class. Anytime. As long as you’re fully dressed.” He couldn’t help but add. The cub immediately started going ‘ew! Gross! No!’ as his new friend chuckled. “Hehe. Alright. See you around, Xiaotain.”

“Bye Shadow Dad!”

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Alright! End of chapter one! As always, feel free to make whatever you want in this AU and tell me any critiques. Now, as always,

Have fun, and happy scrolling!

Next- Chapter 2

#lego monkey kid #lego monkie kid #lmk #lmk au #ShadowDad au #Dad Macaque #Baby Mk #Fluffy fic #shadowpeach #spicynoodleshipping #freenoodleshipping #monkie kid macaque #mk lego monkie kid

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911onabc · 9 months

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WIP Wednesday

tagged by: @wikiangela @giddyupbuck @rewritetheending @transboybuckley @disasterbuckdiaz @rogerzsteven @wildlife4life

i'm so all over the place with writing lately... i want to see if i can finish the alien mpreg au by the end of the month cause it's like half done? anyways. here is an insanely long snippet that i'm putting under a read more because it's insanely long.

tagging: @bucks118 @monsterrae1 @diazass @butchdiaz @transbuck @housewifebuck @alyxmastershipper @hippolotamus @honestlydarkprincess @folk-fae @buddierights @barbiediaz @buck2eddie @lover-of-mine

For the first few weeks, Buck could almost forget he was pregnant. The side effects had been minimal. Other than some nausea and heartburn, he wasn’t feeling much yet.

Most of the time, it was like nothing was wrong at all. Like nothing had changed at all.

And work had been–well, it had been mostly normal. Sometimes, Buck noticed Hen or Chimney or Bobby or Eddie staring just a little too long–and he ignored it.The reminder. And they didn’t have to talk about the fact that Buck was no longer asked to do anything involving a harness.

It seemed like everyone was being more than willing to let Buck lead the way on this. Not bring it up–not press–until Buck chose to bring it up. If he was lucky, Buck thought that he might be able to guilt everyone into not talking about it ever.

Well, everyone but his sister.

“These pregnancies are high risk,” Maddie explained, furiously putting away groceries. “You shouldn’t be living by yourself.”

“You have a toddler at home,” Buck argued. “You don’t need to be worrying about me, too.”

“I’d be a lot less worried about you if I knew you had someone with you,” Maddie said. “If you got hurt–and there was nobody there…Buck, I don’t even want to think about it.”

Buck sighed, looking at his sister’s big, wet eyes. He hated that he was causing her so much stress.

But he was not going to move in with her.

“I don’t want to live here, Maddie,” Buck said. “I’m sorry, but that’s not happening.”

She turned her back to him, staring at the contents of her refrigerator.

“Can you just–can you go hang out in the living room or something?” Maddie said, her voice tight and strained.

“I’m sorry,” Buck said. “I just–I can’t. I’m scared I’ll feel suffocated.”

“I’m not going to suffocate you.” Maddie choked out, still not looking at him.

“I already feel suffocated.” Buck said, and she finally turned around to look him in the eyes.

“Okay,” Maddie said. “Okay, fine. I understand, I don’t want you to…lose any more of your autonomy than you already have.”

“Thank you.” Buck breathed out.

“We still have to figure something out, though,” Maddie insisted, pulling Buck into a hug. “I need to know that you’re safe.”

Buck didn’t say anything else, just pressed a kiss on the top of his sister’s head.

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“I don’t know what I’m gonna do about it.” Buck frowned, playing with the tab on his soda can.

They–he and Eddie–would normally be drinking beer. But ever since Buck got back from the hospital there hadn’t been any in Eddie’s fridge. Buck wasn’t sure if he was moving it whenever Buck came over or if he had just stopped drinking it altogether as well. It was fine. They both liked Coca-Cola.

“I thought about maybe putting cameras in my apartment? Or getting one of those smart home system things–although I know how you feel about Hildy, so–”

“You could move in with me.” Eddie interrupted, not even bothering to look up from his phone.

“What?”

“You could move in with me,” Eddie repeated, looking up at Buck this time. “If Maddie’s right, and you shouldn’t be alone–she probably is–then it solves the problem. You already stay over all the time. Chris loves having you here. How different would it really be?”

“Eddie,” Buck said. “I don’t know how sustainable that is. I’m going to–I don’t know if sleeping on the couch is going to be super comfortable for me in a couple of months.”

“You don’t have to sleep on the couch. We’ve shared a bed before.” Eddie said, as if sharing a bed for a night or two was the same thing as sharing a bed. As never having any kind of space from the other.

“Eddie,” Buck scoffed. “Be serious.”

“I am being serious.”

“You want me to live here?”

“Only if you want to, Buck,” Eddie said. “I’m just saying you could. If you wanted to. And then Maddie wouldn’t worry anymore.”

The then I won’t have to worry anymore goes unsaid.

But Eddie was right. It would work. And Buck didn’t hate the idea.

“Okay.” Buck said.

“Okay?”

“Okay, sure,” Buck said. “I’ll move in with you.”

“Sounds good,” Eddie nodded. “We can–uh–we’ll figure out the details later.”

“Okay.” Buck said again.

He didn’t feel suffocated.

#writing tag #wip wednesday #alien mpreg au

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poetryinsilence · 2 years

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Friday Night Fever

Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x Female!Reader

Warning🚨: 18+ Content!! Minor blood kink/teasing, dirty talk, pet names-ish, hair pulling, etc.

A/n: Sweet anon came in with the idea of karaoke night with Jake and I absolutely adore this. I do apologise this took forever! Reader has a Coyote Ugly moment cuz, let's be honest, it’s the best part of the film! Anyway! Fuck me rough and be soft to me *cough*

Tags: @callmemana @dempy @shanimallina87 @hotch-meeeeeuppppp (sorry i constantly forget to tag😅)

“Ladies and gentlemen,” his voice bellows out the break room, lips tugged with that troublemaker expression. “Our dearest Penny has informed me that ye o’ Hard Deck is having a karaoke night!”

The crowd stares at Hangman in confusion, stating nothing special but the usual Friday night events. You rolled your eyes at him in annoyance. What shenanigans had he thought of this time?

“Which means, all of you are in attendance! However,” his tongue clicks. “I wanna propose something a little more…challenging.”

The pilots attentively straighten up from their seats. Hangman’s propositions are attractive, to say the least, but a chance for anyone to beat him at anything and watch him get bested has always been a treat.

You audibly smirk and give him a side glance. “Well, what are you suggesting, Bagman?”

Those fern-green eyes gaze right into yours. “I’m suggesting a sing-off. Anyone, and I do mean anyone, that can outdo me in karaoke will be rewarded handsomely.”

“Which is?”

“I’ll do anything you want.” He said, temptingly.

“Oh, this will be like stealing candy from a baby.” Rooster taunts.

"Actually, Rooster, I think I'll take this one. It seems like Hangman here can't get enough of his last ass beating." You jest.

Hangman’s raised an eyebrow at your remark, speaking with a low hum. "I don't think we should have our bedroom talk out in public, Sugar."

You retort with a curtsey smile. "The only living person willing to stay in your bedroom is you and your right hand." His mouth mockingly hangs open. "And when I win—"

"If."

"I will win. You will pay for my bar tabs for a whole year straight."

"Just a year? You're being too nice to me."

"I didn't say I won't treat the rest of the crew too. Just make sure you're financially stocked up." The crowd oohs and claps to the generous offer laid out on the table. You lean to one side and cross your arms, and a smug look cuts across your face.

He shrugs and lets out a breathy laughter. "Fine. And when I win, well...you'll soon find out."

He took a step closer with only a breathing distance; squaring you off face to face, gaze cutting the tension stifling in the air. His figure stands half a foot taller than you, broad and suppressing, any regular person would quiver standing next to him.

But, to you, he's nothing but a Hollywood wannabe that’s filled with too much ego and pride. A glitz façade with no real honour. He is the type of person you despise the most, but out of all that bullshit, you do acknowledge the skills he holds when flying.

Maybe just a slither of honour.

“Well, the rules are simple: you get one song, one round. The person that gets the rowdiest crowd wins.”

“Just that? This will be a cakewalk.” You sneer.

“I’ll have you know Bradshaw’s not the only one with pitch-perfect, tenor vocals.” Hangman slides his toothpick in between his lips and chomps down, holding a fiendish grin that prickles you with rage. “Good luck, Sugar. You’ll need it.”

“Yo, did he just compliment me?” Rooster blurts out.

Friday nights. When the clock strikes, the whole town comes to life. The hustle and bustle of every living person looking for a grand time to spend their weekend until Monday rolls around again. It’s no different at The Hard Deck with aviators, civilians and bartenders shuffling back and forth, drinks piling high and dusting off Penny’s karaoke machine sitting at the far back corner of the bustling bar, collecting dust and sand.

The machine kicked into sound once more as you watched with boredom from afar; Hangman devouring the mic with slobber and serenading a crowd of machismo pilots. Of course, he would choose 'Rebel Yell' to entice any cheap tricks. The raging and sweat-filled testosterones of a bunch of high schoolers. You took a shot at the rest of the patrons, divested in muttering conversations. Lady Luck has her ways, and she will always be in your favour.

With the last note sung- sorry, screamed, the song finally ended with an array of applause out of "commiseration" as he was congratulated and high-fived off the stage, snatching a beer off one of the starstruck patrons while strutting his back to you.

"Hope you enjoyed that 5-minute glory of yours. It's probably the one you'll ever see." you deadpanned.

Jake beamed, swirling around the beer in its container. "Well, I can't wait to see what you could do with that mouth of yours. Show me what you are made of."

Your lips curl into a sneer; tearing the beer from his grasp and down the hatch, licking your lips clean. The fizzle and icy sensation fuelled that rhythmic thump, boiling at the base of your stomach, just waiting and waiting for the moment that could no longer be contained. Oh, you’re going to make him eat his words. Every. Last. One. Of. Them.

The stride in your walk shows no mercy, it crackles with every step knocked onto the hardwood floor. You are going to war.

Your knuckle punched the spring of the karaoke machine, picking up the microphone off the counter and swinging it dandily like a lasso. If Hangman wants competition, he’ll get competition.

The elasticity of your hair tie pings off with a flick of a finger, and the silky strands sway in all their glory, catching a few in awe. One adrenaline-rushing leap and you caught yourself on the bar table, clientele shuffling away their beers to make room for you. Steel toe boots tap on the surge of beat, the guitar intro strum to the rhythm of your heart and the heat of the room rising through the air.

You smile, channelling the drive for speed you'd normally feel in the force of your jet, now feeling that same exhilaration for the music surrounding the room. Let it rip!

One way, or another, I'm gonna find ya I'm gonna get ya, get ya, get ya, get ya One way, or another, I'm gonna win ya I'm gonna get ya, get ya, get ya, get ya

Heads turn at the strong roar of your voice, stopping whatever mid-conversation that's less interesting than the electrifying performance of karaoke Blondie. Few shy singalongs gradually, with the coaxing of the dagger squad, an uproar of the entire bar shaking the crust of the Earth.

The infectious music and alcohol intoxication had you flying higher than cloud nine, a soar of venturesome washes over you and the initiation to an intimate invitation with an extended hand. You find yourself pressed up against another body, the simmering heat radiating off of them and hips swaying in synchronicity. Rolling with suggestive intentions.

Just as you are reaching your high, the sound of the karaoke machine powers down into dead silence. The crowd boos with disapproval as their fun was cut short by a sudden surprise.

“Sorry! Clumsy feet...”

You glare and find the cocky blonde jackass chuckling with pride in his shit-eating grin. Teeth grind with a squeak as you drop the microphone, sending obnoxious feedback through the speaker. The floorboard thumps with your heavy landing and shifts back to let you make your way for a fury entrance, fists digging into skin and bone.

“Wow, hell of a performance. Shame you didn’t get to finish it, though. Guess, uh… I won!” He smirks, leaning contently against the jukebox kicking back into gear with its familiar tunes.

“Should’ve known with your cheap tricks…you just can’t bear to lose, can you, Golden Boy?”

A hand shove past his chest to tear him away from you. Any minute longer with Hangman would have your fist of rage first meeting with his very vulnerable, perfectly carved nose. And you won’t hear the end of this from your superiors.

“Bar fights, what are you? A bunch of college kids?”

Next thing you’d know, you’ll be scrubbing the lockers clean for weeks. With Bagman…

A rough push slams the bathroom door swinging with brute force. The rage threatens to escape from the walls of your bloodstream and unleash a relentless rampage. Though, you don’t want poor Penny to get caught in the crossfire and a trashed-up bathroom.

With a twist, the water runs free from the tap, overshooting its trajectory. Your hands dip under and cup the aquatic liquid, overflowing down the underside of your hand. The brisk sensation hits your face with an upward motion, extinguishing any remaining flame blazing from just mere minutes ago.

You glance in the mirror and the reflection stares back at you, tired and annoyed. You sigh, thoughts swim in a muddle inside your mind. Why do you always let him get under your skin? You know better, and yet, you couldn’t help it. Jumping at any opportunities you can get, just to see his reaction.

Turning the tap off, you lead yourself out the door. Maybe you should go home, the alcohol isn’t waning off anytime soon and sleep sounds half decent at this moment, the soft comfort of your plush pillows distantly calls for you. One foot out the door and your body smack dead with another.

“Oof, sorry…”

You look up to give a sincere apology but are met with a face you least wanted to see.

“Jesus Christ, Hangman. Take a fucking hint.”

“Funny, that should be my line.”

You bite down your tongue and manoeuvre around to get out of his way. There’s no point in having this conversation, it’ll only lead to more arguments. But his arm extends, blocking your only means of exit. He leans close enough that you catch the scent of beer from his breath.

“Tell me, are you just pretending, or do you really not have a clue at all?” His voice hushes and slips into your ear with a tremble.

“What are you talking about?”

His hand subdues the base of your neck, one forcible shove and your back is met with the bathroom wall in a strike of pain.

“Don’t play dumb with me. You, dancing on that bar with that fucking scuzz drooling all over you. Looking so fucking sexy swaying your hips. I should’ve stopped you sooner but,” he exhaled. “I would’ve fucked you on that bar top, right there and then.”

His hand runs up your neck and thumb gently trails the outline of your lip. Your breath catches at the back of your throat in a sharp sting—simmering heat pools on the very edges and tingles at your core, both enticing and frightening.

“I’m gonna ask you this one more time,” a low growl emits from his chest, “What, are you fucking play at?”

The sharp edge of his nail gently teases and nips at your delicate skin, heart racing and hammering against your ribcage, choking out from a whimper and progressively growing to an incredulous chuckle. Now laughter resounds in travesty.

"Jake,” you purred, “why would I want to play dumb with you? That would be a terrible insult to you, no?”

You peer coyly under dark hooded eyes, pillow lips bare a small gap, enough for your canine to nip the pad of his thumb to draw a few drops of blood. A graceful smile decorated your features as you took his thumb deeper, gently sucking the sweet crimson mixing with your own— tongue running down his digit.

Jake withdraws with a hiss, coating a red gloss on your lips that gossamer with his touch for a brief tick. His gaze dwells on the mess he made, a fine trickle down your chin and your deep-set eyes bore into his, awaiting his response. Or, how he will respond.

His absolves to a breathy chuckle, something flickered behind those emerald eyes, a dense forest with its secrecy behind the greens, now mirroring yours with a hazy suggestion. If, on the outside looking at the both of you— a corrupted relationship. Then, terror would consume you at any moment. Then let this moment be now— in prepotent lust turmoiled behind closed doors.

“On second thought,” a tension gradually sinks around your neck, “I’d like my prize now, Sugar.”

Without hesitation, Jake's hungry mouth claimed stake of you, tongue lapping in circles. A hand still asserting its weight on your airway, pulling you closer to his kiss. Another searched its way from the shape of your breast and down with a mean grip on your ass.

A moan spills free in between breaths, fingers clawing at the gloss tiles as your back arches in response, rolling your hip against his growing bulge. He snarls, snapping away from the kiss and grabbing a fistful of your hair, tipping you to face him.

"I'm gonna fuck you until you forget your own name," Jake growls, a deep guttural sound that sends a shockwave between your legs.

The thought of that amuses you. Whether you and he ended up tangled with one another was accidental, or was all that banter with Jake led you to fucking him all planned from the beginning. You let out a weak chuckle.

"Let's see what you could do with that mouth of yours."

Jake tears off your clothes without missing a beat, peeling your uniform off from limb to limb and discarding it mindlessly aside. Giving your body an overlook, stripped down to nothing but your bra and panties, he made a guttural sound and brought himself onto his knees. A picturesque sight for both of you.

What he wants is just a thin piece of fabric away. Then, he will have you under him. Weak, trembling, begging for him not to stop. And you would cum with him buried deep inside you that your mouth holds nothing but his name.

Your remaining panty finally strips away from you, revealing a pool of mess dripping down your inner thigh. His prize. Lay bare in front of him as he rightfully earned. His finger traces along your fold, slick trickling its way down his digit— rewarding him with a flustered whimper.

Jake smirks at this melody tune, a goad to his ego. His darken gaze flickered up to you as he spoke:

“Get ready, Sugar.”

A sharp gasp throws your head back in ecstasy; your mind dissolves in white heat and pleasure. Jake nuzzles his mouth to your cunt, tongue brushing all over and motions relentlessly on your sensitive spot. You could feel your knees about to give out. The room spins with the shortness of breath. The feeling cautiously creeps closer to the edge, your hands entangled in his soft locks and tugging lightly. Close, you’re so close. But he pulls back.

The disappointing groan mutters from your lips; shooting a deadly glare his way. Just when it was getting good, he hangs you out to dry.

Jake hums in satisfaction, amused by your annoyance. His tongue swipes himself clean, savouring every last drop of you.

Hands tread up the curve of your ass and along the small of your back, drawing attention to the goosebumps trailing behind. His mouth finds yours with force, giving you a taste of your own— a sweet sugary scent. Unbeknownst to you, his hand unclasped your bra in one smooth motion, now added to your clothes pile.

Being fully naked isn’t an alien feeling to you. Yet, under Jake’s gaze, you couldn’t help but feel a shift of embarrassment looming. But he’s unaware of your nerves. Jake is trained into your figure and the now exposed peaks of your breasts like a hound dog.

One hand cups your left breast, supple skin soft to the touch, almost spilling out of his grasp. His calloused fingers roll your delicate nipple in a gentle tug. Granting him an arousal moan into the shivers in his ear.

The last straw snaps in his brain. Though he thought he could ease you in slowly, it seems Jake needs to bury him deep inside you immediately.

His grasp finds purchase at the back of your head again; assertive, but not enough to hurt you. Your feet fail to keep up with his pace, as he cages you between the sink.

Face smother up against the mirror reflecting back your barren figure— skin glistening sweat and bent over in exhibition. You tried to avert your gaze, but a hand yanks you back in place. Body poised with docile vice; all chipped away from their devoted virtues, by the hand reigned at the base of your hair.

Your skin flashes pink in this unsightly position; fingers gripping the edge of the ceramic sink as your lifeline, stasis in your place, you look up at him.

Jake doesn’t hide the malignant smile plastered on his face. He wears it well. With you under his submission, leans in close so that his breath gently brushes against the shell of your ear.

“Now the real fun begins.” He whispers, darkly.

From behind, you hear him hastily unzip his pants and meet with a simmering heat gliding along your slick folds, throbbing with each movement. Even just a simple touch, your knees buckle against your will to put up a fight with your own sanity.

There isn’t enough time to catch your own breath, his length thrusts into your smouldering walls with one push of his hips, and your eyes widen in horror with a piercing yelp. Tears prick at the corners, you squeeze down harder around him.

He tuts, a free hand locking your jaw tight in his grasp and nuzzling his face in your hair, your scent of sweet floral and sweat playing on his arousal.

A faint, low chuckle rolls from his heavy chest. “Ah, ah, ah- not so loud, baby. Someone might come in and spoil our fun!”

Your stomach sinks like someone just dropped a thousand pounds on you, and you shoot Hangman a deadly glare, analysing his expression for a hint or sign he’s messing with you. But he remains with a fixed smile.

“Did you like the idea of someone coming in? The way you’re devouring me…I might lose my edge very soon.” He hums, “But, we don’t want that yet, do we?”

Another quick thrust had your toes clawing the floor, his girth stretching your cunt deliciously, with your sensitive walls feeling every ridge and vein of his cock. The sear contact of his hand strikes at your ass, delicate skin stings with a cherry red print for a split second then fades. You bite down a moan through gritted teeth.

“Is that a moan for me? Aw, how nice.”

“F-fuck you, Hangman…”

The second red-hot smack echos the room, the gravelly moan escapes as your flesh consumes him deeper.

“That’s not what you were calling me early. Now, let’s try that again.”

“N-no…”

He slides out painstakingly slowly and teases you with just the tip, you shudder at this emptiness that itches for contact, for something- for anything!

“Should we try this one more time?”

“…Jake”

“Jake what?”

“Jake…please…”

His smile beams at your answer. “Much better, Sugar.”

With a swift push, his length reaches the deepest parts of your cunt, the base slapping against your ass with each repetitive motion, each giving you a whimper for him to go faster.

Your lips pressed to muffle the sobs and cries emanating from the pleasure, you could risk it all and scream out his name this instance. It drives you insane, like swallowing lava as it slowly drips down your oesophagus, bubbling through your muscles.

Jake trails a rugged breath along your skin, your breasts bouncing with every pulse, hip pulling back, and pushing with one stroke. Pulling back again, and stretching you to the hilt. The build-up heat is making you dizzy, leaning on the final stretch and tugging on the last straw.

“Shit…you feel so good.”

“Jake…Jake…”

“Just come for me, Sugar. Just do it for me…”

His hand snakes around the front, finger encircling your clit, driving you faster to the finish line. Chest rising out of sync, your hips rock on their own to chase that thrill, and with a few more pumps, your back arches and jerks violently.

Your eyes flutter shut as your vision ignites white hot, your legs finally give out with a weak twitch and your toes coil with excruciating bliss. Your screams and groans through your release, but sounds were quick to drown out by the thumping of music from next door. His quick reflex catches you, roping an arm around your waist, digging his fingers into your hip.

“Take it- take it all in you!”

The shallow breath lets you know he’s close behind too, and the buckle of each thrust over stimulates your senses, wriggling out from his grasp, but his fingers sink deeper and a hold of your neck tightens. Faster and harder with his force, Jake soon follows with his climax, jettisoning his own hot mess with your liquid, overflowing down your leg in a spasm of delight. His head dips into your neck, muffling his gruff moan with light cusses, the swirl of his tongue fixes a hot patch with the salt on your skin.

Jake takes a hot minute to stabilize his rhythm, tucking a hand under your jaw, and steals another kiss. Your head leans on his broad shoulder as his lips flush against your own; you can still taste the lingering sweetness of yourself, an intoxicating experience.

He pulls back with an amused smile, he looks at you once. Your hooded eyes in a dark chroma, still seeing stars from the afterglow, all fucked out of your mind.

“Sugar, don’t give me that look. Or, I’ll have to do you all over again.” He coos.

Like a flick to your wrist, his words snap you wide awake from the midst of your euphoric dream. Every bit of your movement is a struggle. You tried to pull out from his cock, but you let out a pathetic whimper as your sensitive cunt clenched. Jake grunts, swallowing a breath before he loses his mind and bends you down again.

He hooks an arm around your waist and steadies your feet. “Here, take it easy…”

With that soft, mellow voice, it doesn’t help you calm your beating heart, nor that tingling feeling stirring in your lower abdomen, again. You’d rather he be teasing you with that cocky attitude than him sounding so caring and nice to you. Everything is just…all too much.

Your quiet moans escape through a bitten lip. Excruciatingly, you remove yourself inch by inch, squeezing your eyes shut so you don’t have to face Jake. Just get this over with as quickly as possible.

“Hey, don’t force—“

“I’m fine.” You grumble.

Legs stumble into a walk of shame to retrieve your clothes scattered across the bathroom floor. You just wanna get out of here as fast as you can. Before he could hear how loud your heart is thumping- before he sees the feelings showing on your face. For him.

“Just listen for a moment!’

“No, you had your prize. Now let me go.” You sniffle, giving a final zip up your suit, avoiding his gaze.

Jake grabs a hold of your wrist, the strength of his grip surprises you. In a blink of an eye, his lips crash back against yours again. His rough desperation met your teeth with a slight bruise, engulfing your breath with his own. Your mind is screaming at you to pull away, pull away now before you sink any further into your timid feelings for him. A hand pressed upon his chest weakly gives him a shove, only to meet with his grasp threading through your fingers.

You broke off his kiss with a sharp gasp; the vibration of his heartbeat- thumping in time with your own. No, it can’t. You shook your head. This isn’t true.

Jake gently cups your face, forcing you to meet his gaze. The delicate green in his eyes softens as they meet your own, now red, tear-brimmed and lip quivering. The rough pad of his thumb slowly sweeps away the wet trail and comforts you in the most loving way.

He grimaced. “This is so shitty of me… I’m sorry. I just…” Jake sucks in a breath.

“All these dares and challenges were just a distraction…a lie to myself— that I wanted to come out on top. But the lines blurred faster than I could blink. And you. You, too, quickly fell the same way as I did. Though you were so beautifully unaware of it.”

His tongue darts to moisten his chapped lips, throat bobbed as he carefully studies your still face. The small whimpers parted from your swollen lips strikes his chest with a tight grip; he never wanted to make you cry, especially if he’s the one that started all this mess, he felt the guilt weighing on his shoulders.

Jake withdraws his hands from your face, but you resist, glueing yourself even more into the touch of his palm. It feels safe and comforting, compared to the madness just earlier, this is the calmness after a storm.

“What made you change your mind?” You whispered.

His head drops in line with his brooding shoulders. What made him change his mind? Moreover, what didn’t make him change his mind? He caught on very quickly that you were as competitive as he was- always quick on your feet and had some witted rebuttal on hand to throw back at him. Jake knew if he made bets with you, you would double down in an instant. Then, he planned, at first, innocently with fair games. But all of those soon lead to-

“You.” He responded, more like a plea. His squeeze on your wrist grew with desperation, the affirmation flicked in his eyes and he wanted to prove all his words are real- that his feelings for you were real. No more hiding behind silly games. This time, you needed to know. “You had me wrapped around your fingers from the very first bet. You didn’t know, yet you went along with it.”

A pained expression danced across his face, his brows dipped lower eclipsing his field of vision. “Just like tonight… it shouldn’t have happened. I’m sorry, Sugar. It shouldn’t have gone like this—”

Your mouth cuts him off, sealing his mouth entirely with the flush of hot breaths caressing his lower lip; a flourish of butterflies ripple beneath your skin. Jake breaks off the skin, chest heaving with shallow breaths. “I don’t need you to apologise to me. I just need to know that you love me the same way as I do.”

His eyes widened. “You love me?”

You nodded with a hum. Fingers tangled in his hair, drawing out slow and tender scratches in circles. Seeing the awe on his face, you let out a breathy chuckle. “Let’s do this again some other time.”

The sly grin returns, sneakily snaking his hands around your waistline, cupping your perfectly shaped ass. Jake chuckles, “You can bet on it.”

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iDidn't see this coming - Part 1

Disclaimer: This has some spice and is set in a world where Pearl never existed, so it's cannon but not that cannon. This does mean that the confession never happened, nor did the Italy fight, so this is why they're strictly platonic best friends in denial here. Other than that, enjoy!

Like most of the bad ideas she gets mixed up in, It’s Harpers fault that it happens.

One moment they’re sipping Wine-ka’s, a delicious mix of Moscato and vodka with just enough bubbles to make you real tipsy real fast -and the next Harper is typing “CREDDIE FAN FICTION” Into the google search bar. It’s harmless, she insists. Why not?

“All I’m saying is that If my Harperheads were dedicated to writing all kinds of freakydeaky things about me and my platonic best friend with whom I refuse to admit I’m in love with, I’d be a little bit curious about what they have to say.”

“Harper heads?” Carly grins, taking another sip of her drink. “And I’m not in love with Freddie” It’s obvious from the high pitched tone that it’s a lie, but she does what any self respecting millennial does, she buckles down. “Why would I be in love with Freddie? That’s like most ridiculous thing that could ever happen, so ridiculous that it belongs in..” she hesitates clearly looking for some sophisticated way of ending the sentence that doesn’t end with her sounding in denial. “-the book of the world’s most ridiculous things to happen…. In the world?” she finishes. Nailed it.

“You done?” Harper asks, eyebrow raising as she gives Carly the ‘You dropped the bag’ look, which yes, she did indeed drop the bag. The bag is on the floor. “As I was saying, my Harper Heads, Harpettes, Harpies? – like groupies but with a Harp, which is fitting because you know how I like me some groupies” Carly gives her a look. “Don’t look at me like that, it could happen. And when it does, they are going to know that even though I’m Beyonce’s best-“ another look. “Err second best friend, I’m down with them getting their creative juices flowing, because one, I’m a creative mastermind myself and two, it would save me a subscription to only fans”

“Are you done?” Carly smirks, mimicking Harper as she reaches over to try and grab her phone back. It doesn’t work.

“Aren’t you just a little bit curious what they think?”

Yes. “No. Besides, if I were curious that would mean that some part of me liked Freddie like that and I don’t, so I’m clearly not curious and would never be, because that would be ridic”

“You start talking about ‘The book of ridiculous things’ and I swear I will I disown you”

“You would never, that too belongs in the book of ridic-“ Harper throws a pillow at her head, she maybe deserves it.

“Carly and Freddie get caught taking a late night jacuzzi together on winter break where shenanigans ensue! Ooh shenanigans, maybe your hair isn’t the only thing getting wet”

“Harper! Hand me the phone.”

“Okay okay, too frisky, I got you. How about this one, Freddie and Carly round third base? It’s about sport? You don’t like sport, you even got kicked out of jazzercize, but third base is relatively tame, it’s like the knitting of fondling and that feels right for you”

“HARPER”

“Oooh the tags on this one! Fred-”

“Is there a Freddie and Carly are super great friends and don’t do anything to jeopardise their friendship because they cherish each other too much to do so and also she doesn’t have feelings for him anyway and he has also moved on, so they just keep being best friends forever and ever and never risk ruining the friendship- fic?” Carly asks, voice once again going Shill. Traitor.

“No” Harper deadpans, taking another sip as she eyes her down. “Because that would be stupid.”

“Don’t you have a date go on?” Carly asks, picking up the pillow and smacking her in the stomach.

She’s sitting on the couch sipping on another wine-ka relishing in the way the bubbles are going to her head when her phone rings, the tone playing the one that’s personalised just for Harper. What? She likes things organised, okay?

“BESTIE!!!” Harper is clearly drunk, and by the weird slurping sounds that are coming through the phone, she’s assuming whoever is currently kissing? Suckling? In the vicinity of the phone, is also very very drunk.

“Are you making respectable decisions?” Carly giggles into the phone, taking another sip of her sweet little cocktail.

“Nope, the most irresponsible ones” Harper replies slurring through a laugh as she pops the p on ‘Nope’. “But I am calling you to say don’t wait up because Victor? It’s Victor right? Oh Vince, Vinet? Oooh Fancy, I like it- is going to take good care of me tonight and by care I mean-“

“LA LA LA LA I don’t need to hear the end of that sentence, just leave your location on and remember your taser.” She means it, really. The last thing drunk Harper is-is subtle.

“Mmmmm Victo-Vinet do that thing with your tongue again. Got to go Carls and by go I mean-”

The phone cuts out. Thank God. One accidental sex voicemail is enough for one lifetime.

She’s in the process of checking if it’s too late to watch another episode of Teledo House Flip when she sees it, the words glowing against the stark white background of the chrome app. ‘It’s your birthday and I’ll try if I want to by Ilovecreddie69’ and she’s not curious, she’s not. It’s a mere coincidence that her eyes drift down and happen to read the synopsis, really it is.

“Freddie wants to throw Carly a birthday she’ll actually enjoy?” she reads aloud curiosity etched in her tone. okay so maybe she’s a little intrigued. After all, it was only a few months ago that she helped throw Freddie the party of his dreams, it only makes sense that she’d be curious what kind of party their fans think he’d know her well enough to throw for her. There’s nothing weird about that right? Right. Besides, her birthday IS coming up soon, so this is kind of fitting.

So far it’s not so bad, it’s cute even. Fic Freddie has spent the morning worrying about trying to make her birthday special because fic Carly hates her birthday. Not so far off reality, so far so good. For her birthday this year fic Freddie has decided he wants to give it a shot to make it the best birthday she’s had, why? Because he can’t face the thought of anyone not liking the day his best friend was born, especially when the main culprit is his best friend herself. What better way than to start all of these festivities then to bake her a cake. it’s pretty tame really and not at all as weird as she thought it would be. Maybe it’s the wine talking, but she’s not not enjoying it, it’s entertaining, maybe Harper was on to something.

She’s up to the part where he starts cooking the cake when she gets the brilliant idea. Freddie. She’ll text it to Freddie. After all her birthday is coming up and they’re always sending each other subtle hints for activities or things they want to do together, why would this be any different? Even Harper said it wasn’t weird. Freddie will get it, he’ll laugh and say ‘noted’ and on her birthday there will be a terribly made cake with sloppy frosting and a cute card and they’ll maybe say a thank you to Ilovecreddie69 when she blows out the candles.

Yes, she’s going to send it. It’s harmless!

She copies the link, opening her messenger app to post it in with the comment ‘A hint for my birthday’ and presses send. Harmless!

She’s all but forgotten about the text half an hour later when his reply comes in, the chime designated specifically for Freddie because organised, remember? playing out into the kitchen where she’s currently stacking her wine glasses into the dishwasher.

Ding.

“Is Harper with you?” That's a weird question to ask, she thinks, reading his response. Then again, it's Harper so it's very possible she’s texted Freddie thinking Carly would be with him, to let them know she's with Vinet and now he's just checking in. Sweet, caring Freddie, how could anyone not love him?

“No, she's out for the night, I don't think we'll be seeing her for a good 12 hours at least. Did she call you?”

She watches as the phone lights up with the three dots signifying he's typing before they disappear again. Weird. It happens three times, dots, no dots, dots, no dots, dots, dots, dots, no dots. Finally, just as she's beginning to think he fell asleep she gets a reply.

"You want me to do this...for you?"

All those dots for that? He's acting weird, technically she realises that, but also reality is she's still pretty tipsy so it’s also very possible she's just thinking he's being weird? Who is she to determine after three flasks of wine-ka's that he's off. His text probably just means 'I want to make sure your birthday is great and I'm just checking it's a cake you want because I care about making it perfect for you' which again, is very Freddie andalso why he is the best friend ever. Even over text he's sweet, she thinks.

She starts typing back.

"Yes please, but I realise I've kind of taken the surprise out of it now."

He responds back immediately.

"I'm certainly surprised." He's surprised? Crap. What was she thinking? He probably already had something planned because he’s Freddie, and now she's gone and messed up his plan by bringing it up. Drunk Carly logic, it’s seamless.

She quickly taps out a response attempting to do damage control because really, Carly, you can’t just take over your best friend's plans for your birthday, that’s rude.

"I’m sorry if I've jumped the gun here, you know I’d be happy with anything you came up with, you don’t have to do this. As long as I've got you by my side, it'll be perfect." There. Much better.

She's humming to herself on the way to her bedroom as his reply finally arrives.

"You haven't jumped the gun, I guess I'm just confused?" Confused? What does that even mean. She texts back straight away.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have sent it, forget I did, okay?" This is the last time Carly is drinktexting, it feels like she's doing a mental sobriety test and failing spectacularly. She blames the bubbles.

"What if I didn't forget it, what would you want if it were now?" His question confuses her. Right now? Her birthday isn't for another three weeks, does he think she wants cake right now? I mean she's always open to cake, it’s cake -but right now it's almost 12am and who bakes a cake at midnight? She's about to tell him as much when the thought comes in that maybe fic Freddie has another birthday surprise that she missed and real Freddie is asking her what she thinks. It makes way more sense that this is why Freddie is asking her to choose what she wants. She was right, he really was planning her birthday!

She opens the fic back up this time scrolling down as you do when you're a little bit drunk and oblivious to the fact your whole world is about to shift.

'Sucks the frosting off her neck’

'Unzips her dress'

'Straddles his waist'

Oh my God. What the hell did she send him?!

Her phone dings again. Freddie. Oh God. His messages.

She reads back up, starting from the top as she goes back down through each of their messages reading her own words as she practically propositions him leading all the way down to his recent text which just says "Carly, please.." In context, everything he said prior now makes sense. In context, she’s screwed.

She's got to reply, she's got to say something, she knows that. But what? What does one possibly say in this situation? 'I'm sorry, Freddie, I sent you a story with you licking cake frosting off my chest by accident because I thought it was just the cake being made and I really wanted a cake'? Yeah, that’s brilliant, NOT. And his reaction, He’d said 'what if I didn't forget it', he’d asked her to tell him what she wants. That's not a rejection, that's not a 'I don't want to cross this line' that's a please, right? I mean he literally has texted Please, Carly.

She's internally freaking out now, externally too as she paces the floor of her bedroom. Could she do this with Freddie? Could she cross this line? The wine says yes. The heat rolling through her body also says yes. Her brain says....maybe? It's a bad decision, it's definitely a bad decision and yet...

"You go first" she's typed it before she can stop herself, curiosity for what he's about to say overpowering any sense of self control. And she is curious; she'd be lying if she said she wasn't. I mean she's thought about it enough times, wondered what it might be like, what he might be like. Would he be gentle? Would he surprise her? Would he take control? What would he do? When they were young, they were both inexperienced teens having their first go with feelings and flirting and intimacy. Their kisses, if you could even call them that, while sweet at the time, were childlike, but now.. now they'd grown up and that meant the chance for more was definitely… possible? Maybe this was the universe's way of letting them finally get to the bottom of it, in a safe and controlled way that left them both in the safety of their own rooms. The universe is kind like that.

The text comes in.

"I'd take your hand and turn it over, so your palm was facing up and I'd gently brush my lips over your wrist" Oh..

Heat rushes to her face and her cheeks turn a warm shade of pink as she reads his words, words meant only for her. It feels like the rest of the world has disappeared, like they're suddenly in this vulnerable and safe place where only they exist. "Keep going, please?" She sends through as she sits on the edge of her bed.

"I know we'd both be nervous, so I'd take it slow, leaving small little kisses all the way to the inside of your elbow before I stopped." Why?

"Why would you stop?" She asks him, biting her lip as she waits for his reply.

"Because I'd want to see you, I'd want to know if your cheeks flush when I touch you, if you'd bite your lip the way you do when you're nervous..."

It's the most romantic thing anyone has ever said to her and its Freddie, her Freddie. How?

"I bit my lip reading what you wrote...."

"I wish I could see" he writes back immediately, and she does too. As strange as it is to admit that she really wishes he could see it too.

They're only a hallway apart. A few 100 meters if that. It would be so easy, so simple to walk out the door, down the hall and see him. And yet she can't, not yet. It's one thing to cross this unspoken boundary over text, it's another thing entirely to do it for real. Here it's almost pretend, a hypothetical equation if you will, make believe. In an hour they'll put down their phones, go to bed and in the morning, they'll be back to being Freddie and Carly again. But for now... for now, she's gets to pretend.

She sets some ground rules for herself. No photos, no phone call, nothing real, it's just texting, just them telling a story, acting out the role of characters, like a skit, she does them all the time, this is just the same thing. - it's a lie, she's aware of that, but at the same time, it's the only way she can deal with what they're doing, the line they're crossing.

"I'd want to kiss you" she types into her phone, before taking a few deep breaths deliberating on whether to send it. If she presses send, they're really doing this. It’s not lost on her that so far she's not given much back, in fact she's not really had to put herself out there at all. She could easily pretend to fall asleep and end this now.... but she doesn't want too. She counts to three and then presses send before starting to type again. "If it were now, I'd probably tell you I've thought about this moment a lot"

Her phone buzzes. "If it were now, I'd ask you if it was recent?"

"My thoughts?" She asks, preparing herself for the possibility that he may be wanting to know if she thinks about him, present tense, now. She does.

"Yes" he responds. And okay, they’re doing this then, they’re admitting their feelings, maybe? She’s still not even sure if this is the question he’s asking, but to her, it is, so she goes with it, empowered by the liquid courage.

"I'd tell you yes" It’s the truth.

"Can I ask another question...?" He asks.

She's nervous now. "Okay..."

"What happens tomorrow?"

His question is the last one she’s expecting. I mean they’re practically admitting their feelings for each other which has never really happened, maybe has been a long time coming, and now he’s possibly ruining for them with a ‘What happens tomorrow?’. It’s not a question she’s ready to answer. They are not a reality she’s ready to give in to. It’s just too much, the risk of ruining what she already holds so dear? It’s not possible..

She texts him back. "We wake up.." It might ruin it, but at least it won’t ruin them, if the damage isn’t already done. Stupid Harper.

"So this a dream?" Freddie asks her.

"Yes" It’s just a dream. It can’t be more. It’s unspoken.

"Okay" he texts, and her stomach sinks. Okay? You’ve messed it all up. She’s about to write her own ‘Freddie, please’ when another text lights up the screen. “If it were now, I’d cradle your face in my hands and I'd kiss you while guiding you backward until your back hit the wall." Shit.

She types back, a wave of need rushing over her.

"If it were now, I'd slip my fingers into the top of your pants and tug your body closer to mine so that I could feel you... against me" and she really means it. If she closes her eyes and imagines his words she can practically feel it, feel the way his warm body would melt with hers, his heavy breathing mixing with her own as they linger in the anticipation of what’s to come, what it all means.

Ding.

"If it were now I'd whisper into your lips that you're driving me crazy" She can practically taste it.

She’s breathing heavily as she replies. "If it were now, I'd look you in the eyes and tell you to take off your shirt" She wonders what he’s doing, what’s he’s thinking, is his face heating up? Is there a flush to his cheeks? Where is he sitting? Is he laying? Is he surprised to finally hear her say those words? She wants to know, but then those questions.. She’s not ready to go there, this on its own is more than she ever expected, those boundaries, they’re uncrossable. But for a moment she closes her eyes again, expanding on the last image. His hands reaching down to lift his shirt over his head, her own moving forward to touch him in a way she's never given herself permission to imagine before. It's....

Ding.

"If it were now, I'd tell you that if you keep looking at me like that, I'm not going to keep being able to hold back from touching you" Fuck. Okay, so he HAS surprised her. And now she wants it more.

"If it were now, I'd tell you to quit trying"

"I'd pick you up and wrap your legs around my waist as I pressed your back into the wall again" He’s quit pretending it’s a hypothetical, throwing away the safety net of the ‘if it were now’ which both scares her with its intensity and intentionality and also makes her even more desperate for him. She wants it.

"Mmm" she texts back, wanting him to know that she’s effected, that he’s doing for her exactly what she hopes she’s doing for him.

Ding.

"And I'd kiss my way from those pretty little lips of yours all the way to your neck so I could whisper into your ear how I can't wait to take you back to my bed, how I'm going to take my time learning all the places I've never been able to learn." That does it. She can’t.

"Take me back" She writes.

"Just a dream right?" He responds.

"Just a dream" She confirms before writing again. "Freddie, take me back to your room."

To be continued :)

Disclaimer: I'm not sure how long this will be kept up on Tumblr given that it is a little bit more mature. But AO3 going down forced my hand and some of you were pretty excited, so I caved, aha.

If you are enjoying it, please let me know because It will inspire me to actually finish the thing.

#Since you asked so nicely #Here you are #creddie #icarly #carly x freddie #otp: you're everything i've ever wanted #otp: you're still my hero #fanfic #WARNING: MATURE

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