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bigfan-fanfic · 10 months
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Out of Shadow, Into Light (Male!Mage Reader x Carver Hawke)
Any chance we'd be able to get something for Carver Hawke with his (Mage!BF?) making it a point to acknowledge Carver as his own person? Maybe even (With his permission, of course) referring to Hawke as "Carver's Brother" whenever people call Carver "Hawke's Brother"
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Carver has sometimes found his brother's shadow to be somewhat inescapable.
After damn Varric and that damn book, there wasn't a person in Thedas that doesn't know Hawke the Champion.
And yet even though his name is mentioned in the book a good number of times (he would never admit to Varric that he read it), nobody seems to consider Carver... well, worth as much.
He'd thought he was used to it.
But when it comes time for his boyfriend to meet the last surviving member of his family (other than Gamlen but fuck Gamlen), there's still that little worry that crops up.
Everybody calls him "Hawke's Brother."
Oh, you're the Champion's little brother, how exciting!
Hawke's brother are you? We couldn't afford the real thing?
He met his lover with the Grey Wardens. A mage, like his brother, but...
The Wardens don't give a fuck who his brother is. Because in a way, all the Wardens share a common blood. Darkspawn blood.
It's been strange. Warden Carver. People praise him for the things he does, and don't compare him to the Champion. Because it's like everyone else exists in a slightly different world. Like the Wardens are halfway in the Fade.
People learned not to call him Hawke. Somehow, his brother's taken that for himself. Carver can't even go by his last name.
But he never had to tell you that. You just called him Carver, and he loved you for it. You speak his name like an incantation, and he supplies the result. A kiss, a smile, a wink.
You pretend like you don't know who people are talking about if they say "Hawke," clarifying with "Carver's brother?"
It never fails to make him smile.
And yet... there's something he worries about. No one's ever seen him as worth anything once they've seen him next to his brother.
He couldn't bear it if your smiles passed on from him and looked to his brother instead.
But he trusts you more than he fears losing you, and takes you to meet his brother.
You're no fool. The way Carver kisses you, holds you like he's savoring his final moments - you know exactly what's up.
So it gives you time to plan out the perfect thing on the way up to Kirkwall.
"So, you're Carver's big brother, right?" you ask the Champion of Kirkwall when you meet him.
Carver and his brother have identical grins on their faces.
"That I am. Now tell me all about my brave brother's deeds - he never tells me anything in his letters."
And you delight for hours in making Carver squirm as you laud his accomplishments to his brother and friends, watching him slowly relax as they praise him.
Carver just knows you're the one. You've met his brother, and your eyes are all for him. He's in love all over again.
So you spend the night, just you, Carver, and Carver's brother, and talk until morning comes.
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demigoddessqueens · 1 year
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Hello again :) please could I request headcanons for the dragon age 2 companions and male hawke where they fall in love with carvers ex girlfriend who is half elf :)
Oh sure! 😉
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Being Carver’s ex, but the others like you, includes…
Carver’s never going to hear the end of it! He let you go?? He dated you??
Isabela thinks you’re interesting already and is immediately drawn to you. Shamelessly flirting every second
Varric is that dude who ribs Carver but also shamelessly flirts with you too. Planning on what’s going to be in the book he has planned
Fenris and Anders are jealous of you as soon as they see Hawke flirt with you. Like it just radiates off them and you’re quick to piece two and two together.
Needless to say, you’ve got a quick wit too and give them a taste of their own medicine.
They’ll give you this, you’re a good listener and you have a light-hearted nature that is sympathetic to them as well.
But then again your bark is as good as your bite
Aveline and Sebastian are infatuated quickly with you. Always close by, hanging on to every word you’re saying, and sometimes going out of their way to get things you need or want.
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divinekangaroo · 2 months
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I attempted to replay DAII a few weeks back for the pleasure/refresher of the story and the character arcs but just couldn’t bring myself to do it. Have lost lots of capacity to enjoy game mechanics which extend length of time to engage w story and notwithstanding the dialogue is quite excellent (in a game context) it’s clunky for, say, a story, and the physical/visual staging in character interactions is v dated. (Key Settings are pretty decent for symbolism tho)
and that’s when I realised the first time ever why sometimes fans *do* get interested enough to write full novelisations of a thing.
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strangemagicc · 13 days
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Nobody Has To Know | Chapter One
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pairings: modern!brother’s best friend!Eddie x fem!Reader
summary: a drunken night, a secret kiss. your boyfriend making out with your childhood best friend.
author’s note: surprise, chapter one is here! 🎉queue video of Paul Rudd’s Hot Ones interview (who would’ve thought? not me!)
this was such a welcome distraction from the chaos that currently is my life. I enjoyed writing this so much and just love the idea of sneaking around with Eddie (I mean, who doesn’t?) . I hope you like this first chapter - comments & reblogs are always so appreciated 🖤
w/c: 5.8k
warnings: cheating (technically not reader or Eddie), mentions of underage drinking and drug usage, a brief description of a semi-boner, mention of unwanted groping, lots of angst and hurt in this chapter
As always:
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The Cunningham home was packed with bodies, familiar faces, and those you didn’t know. You stood near the front door fiddling with the zipper on your purse as you scanned the room searching for a familiar face.
Party lights bounced off a disco ball that hung haphazardly from a chandelier sending a kaleidoscope of blues and purples dancing across the foyer.
The loud music hummed in the walls, vibrating when the bass dropped. You bobbed your head to it mindlessly, without rhythm, feeling uncomfortable in the swarm of bodies around you. The foyer was crowded with partygoers, some locked in an embrace and others pushing their way up the stairs to the rooms that lined the hallway for some privacy.
Your teeth dug into your lower lip, eyebrows marrying in the middle as you searched above the sea of bodies. You were supposed to meet your best friend, Rachel, outside nearly an hour ago but your shift at Hawk Theater had dragged on and now you didn’t know where to find her or your boyfriend for that matter.
That’s when you spotted them.
It felt like ice had filled your veins as you watched the way the familiar form of your boyfriend’s lips pushed against your best friend’s. Their mouths a frenzied dance, their eyes squished close. Her hands in his hair, his palms tracing down her exposed skin. You couldn’t move, disbelief keeping you anchored in place and watching the two of them as the rest of the world fell silent. Loud music muffled and voices drowned out by the hammering of your heart against your ribcage.
A shoulder bumped yours causing your purse to fall as a partygoer rushed through the door to where their friends were gathered.
“Fuck,” You blinked rapidly and bent down to grab the black leather, eyes darting around at people’s shoes as you tried to regain your surroundings.
When you stood, you watched as Simon whispered in Rachel’s ear. She let out a small laugh in response to whatever he said before nodding. You began to push your way through the crowd but bodies pushed back and you watched as Simon led Rachel up the stairs through a throng of people. Her hand clasped in his, megawatt smile on display and you wondered if this was the first time he had led her to a secluded room. Wondered how many stolen glances or hints you had missed.
You stopped pushing your way through and ignored the shouting in your head telling you to move, move, move.
What would you do?
What would you say?
Did it matter?
Shoulders pushed into yours as you stood still wishing the earth would swallow you whole.
You held in the tears threatening to spill, allowing the hurt to settle into your stomach and create a dull ache.
People shoved past you and you let your body be moved by the crowd as your eyes danced around the house.
For the first time, you noticed the smiling faces and chiseled jaws you’d ignored the past four years.
Squaring your shoulders, you pushed back against the bodies creating a path to the kitchen. Empty bottles and cans littered the counters. White granite stickied with beer and liquor.
You grabbed a plastic cup and waited for your turn at the keg. Jason Carver manned the pump and eyed you as you approached, handing him your empty plastic cup.
“Well, if it isn’t Rick’s little sister,” he started, a fake smile plastered wide on his face. You gave him a sarcastic grin and grabbed for your beer as he topped it off. None too keen on being called, let alone known as, Reefer Rick’s little sister.
Jason pulled away, holding your beer just out of reach.
“Your brother was supposed to have someone here supplying the party favors, what gives?”
You couldn’t help the way your eyes rolled. Hawkins’ Golden Boy was always itching for his next fix.
“I’m sure one of his little lackeys is crawling around here somewhere.” You held your arms up gesturing around you before reaching back up for your drink. He held it away from you again and your shoulders sagged, annoyance building.
“Come on, Carver. Give the lady her drink,” Another boy grabbed the cup, handing it to you with a soft smile.
He was cute in an obvious way, skin glowing with a fading summer tan that highlighted the blue of his eyes.
“Thanks,” you responded with a small grin, your hand grazing his as you grabbed for your drink.
“Any time.” His eyes held yours, his hand still outstretched and warm beneath your touch.
A perfect distraction.
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Eddie sank into the worn-down couch cushions with a heavy sigh, his legs spread wide so no one would sit too close. Not that they would dare to anyway.
He sat with a view of the foyer and kitchen, both areas crowded with people in various stages of inebriation.
Unfamiliar faces were cast in a rainbow of colors by the party lights illuminating various parts of the house. His eyes darted from one room to another.
Empty bottles of hard liquor were toppled against the kitchen counter, plastic cups littered the room near the two kegs that sat in the middle of the tiled floor sticky with spilled beer and marred by dirty footprints.
It was a familiar scene, one that played out the same way nearly every weekend since Eddie could remember.
But now his nerves were withering away, disappearing into nothingness as the minutes ticked by. Bored out of his mind.
Another generic pop song blasted through the speakers, another once jock tried to negotiate the price of Eddie’s already cheap supply.
His jaw was set and if he didn’t need the money so fucking bad he wouldn’t be here. At another house party for has-beens and once popular teens inching towards full-blown adulthood. No longer barely legal, a year closer to buying beer without sneaking it past an unsuspecting convenience store clerk.
He chugged his beer, streams of amber liquid pouring out on either side of his mouth as he drank harshly. Sloppily. Until the lukewarm liquid was gone and he was staring down into an empty plastic cup. Eddie threw his head against the cushions debating whether another cup of cheap beer was worth giving up his spot on the couch.
And then you caught his eye. Your back pressed to a guy he’d never seen you with.
His brow quirked up curiously as he watched you. The way the hem of your dress inched up with the movement of your hips, the way your eyes were closed as you swayed to the rhythm of the music and took a swig of whatever filled your plastic cup.
Didn’t you have a boyfriend?
He was surprised to see you here. Somewhere seemingly not your scene surrounded by people he knew you didn’t like.
In truth, Eddie knew very little about you these days. Your interactions had been limited since the two of you worked side by side at the theater. A job he was fired from when the manager caught him making deals on the clock and company property. Since then he only caught glimpses of you when he came by your house to see your brother. A passing hello or a quick goodbye. Never anything like those days spent conversing by the cinema dumpsters while being scorched by the summer sun.
You turned around and whispered something in the guy’s ear and pointed to your cup before weaving through the crowd.
Your back was to Eddie, hands reaching towards bottle after bottle, shaking them to check their contents. All coming up empty.
He chuckled when you spotted the giant cooler filled with Chrissy’s concoction of jungle juice; a mix of pineapple malibu, cherry moonshine, and fruit punch.
Eddie pushed himself off his spot on the couch and moved through the crowd towards you. Approaching just as you filled the cup to the brim and brought it towards your waiting lips. He pulled the red plastic from your hands and gave you a chastising grin.
“Don’t think so, little Lipton,” he took a swig and raised his eyebrows as the sweetness hit his tongue.
You gave him an annoyed glare and reached for your drink just as he pulled it out of your nearing grasp with an amused grin.
“I’m sorry, Munson, since when did you become an advocate against public displays of intoxication?” You reached up and snatched your cup back from his hand, looking at him with a questioning arch of your eyebrow.
He noticed the way your words were somewhat slurred, your cheeks a shade darker from the alcohol you’d already consumed.
“See you got a new boyfriend,” Eddie stated jutting his chin in the direction of your dance partner and ignoring the insinuation of your words. He folded his arms across his chest and stared at you with an amused gleam in his eye as he waited for your explanation.
“That guy?” You turned to the cute brunette who was waiting for you to return before looking back at Eddie.
“I just met him like two seconds ago,” you hiccuped and let out a small laugh as Eddie looked back to the brunette who was eyeing him wearily.
“What happened to Simon?”
“He’s probably still upstairs fucking Rachel,” you waved him off and shrugged before taking another sip of your drink.
“What?” Eddie couldn’t have heard you right. Simon had been your boyfriend since the summer you turned sixteen, having met him while working at Hawk Theater alongside Eddie.
“Look, Munson, is there a point to this line of questioning?”
Your buzzed mind was starting to become less cloudy, the feelings you’d been pushing down threatening to come to the surface, and all you wanted to be was distracted.
“Your brother wouldn’t be too happy if I let you get drunk at some house party,” he sighed, changing the subject.
“Well isn’t it a good thing that he isn’t here and you can just pretend you didn’t see me?” You smiled over your cup before chugging some of the drink.
The sugary sweetness of the fruit punch nearly overpowered the taste of the strong liquor mixed with it but still, it burned as it went down. Eddie shook his head, his tongue jutting into his cheek to fight the wide grin that threatened to spread at your words.
“I wouldn’t chug that if I were you,” he warned and you rolled your eyes, removing the plastic from your lips with a scowl pointed in his direction.
“Since when are you such a party pooper?” You poked at his chest with your free hand.
“Plus I’ve already had a beer or two.” You held up one too many fingers to him as you pressed the cup to your lips and swallowed harshly.
“Come on, (Y/N), this isn’t like you,” he frowned at you.
“How would you know, Eddie?” You said his name like it was a curse word as you looked at him through hooded eyes.
He opened his mouth to respond when a passerby pushed against him to get through the crowd causing his frame to lurch into yours. A small splash of your drink soaked through your sweater and you pushed back against his torso instinctively, his chest hard against the palm of your hand.
“Shit, sorry,” his warm breath fanned your face. A hint of spearmint mixed with the scent of cigarettes caught your nose as you inhaled sharply, caught off guard by the sudden contact of his hand against your hip steadying himself from the sway of the crowd.
You gazed up at him, your hand still on his chest, into his wide brown eyes. His cheeks were colored pink as his hand darted away from you.
“Sorry,” he whispered again and you gave him a sardonic smile, enjoying the way he squirmed by being this close to you. Too close.
“Maybe we should get you home to change,” he pointed to your stained sweater and you shrugged as you placed your drink on the counter.
“Trying to get me alone, Munson?” You teased and maybe it was the alcohol or maybe it was the way you wished his nervous energy was because you affected him the same way he had always affected you.
You pulled at the hem of the green pullover revealing the tight black lace dress you wore underneath. Eddie’s gaze dropped instinctively, eyeing how the material hugged your curves. You grabbed his wrist and dropped the sweater into his open palm.
“Hold onto that for me,” you picked your cup back up from the counter.
“And don’t worry, Rick doesn’t have to know,” you gave him a small wink before turning away from him and pushing back through the crowd.
Eddie stared at you, his mouth agape as you disappeared back into the sea of people and picked up where you left off with your dance partner. Your arms wrapped around his shoulders, fingers curling into the hair at the nape of his neck. The guy whose name you didn’t even know.
Eddie glanced back down at your sweater in his outstretched hand and shook his head unsure of exactly what had gotten into you.
He grabbed another cup of beer and leaned against a wooden beam near the living room, his eyes always finding you when he looked around the room. Eddie made a few deals and sold most of his supply, a few hundred dollars closer to his goal of finally leaving Hawkins behind.
Eddie looked up and watched as stranger boy’s hands drifted down your hips and dug into your thighs. You pushed his hands back up to your waist, your head swaying to the music as the two of you continued to dance.
But stranger boy’s hands crept down your hip once again, inching lower and lower until they glided past the hem of your dress. You stilled and turned around, wrapping your arms around his neck. His chest flush with yours, blue eyes boring into you as he wrapped his arms around your waist. A flirty smile on his lips.
“Able to keep your hands to yourself, pretty boy?” Although you wanted a distraction, you still had reservations. Boundaries you didn’t want to cross. Not when your still boyfriend was upstairs.
“What’s the fun in that,” He whispered into your ear, palms sliding down and cupping your ass. Your smile fell and you pushed at his chest putting space between you.
“Knock it off,” your voice came out louder, barely heard above the music. Eddie tensed and pushed off the wooden beam he’d been leaning on. Your date looked uneasily around the crowd and back at you.
“Don’t be such a tease, you’ve been grinding on my dick for most of the night.” You scoffed at him and shook your head.
Eddie began to walk towards you pushing past the crowd that had turned its attention towards you.
“I was dancing,” you corrected just as Eddie approached. His lean frame towered next to you, eyes set on the guy whose name you now didn’t care to know.
“We got a problem here?” Eddie questioned.
“Should’ve expected your brother’s dealer to be your little lap dog,” the brunette laughed, cocky. Annoyance thrummed through your veins and you began to step toward him but Eddie grabbed your arm, his warm palm pressed against your exposed skin.
“He’s not even worth it,” Eddie whispered and pulled you back, “let’s go.” You nodded at his words and turned to leave with him, emotional exhaustion now weighing heavy on your shoulders.
Eddie followed behind you, ignoring the way the sea of heads watched him like he was some carnival freak on display.
“Stupid slut,” the brunette muttered as he turned towards his friends and Eddie stopped in his tracks, a dark grin coloring his features.
“On second thought.” He turned and took a wide step, swinging without hesitation. His clenched fist connected with the guy’s jaw sending him stumbling back and falling to the ground. Eddie stood over him, chest rising and falling rapidly. Ready for a fight. The guy groaned on the ground, holding his jaw where Eddie’s fist had already left a mark. You stood stunned into silence, the whispers of the crowd breaking you from your reverie.
“Eddie, we should go,” you grabbed onto his hand and pulled as the crowd’s murmurs began to grow louder. A bigger fight could cause the police to be called and Eddie didn’t need a bigger record.
He didn’t budge, gaze still fixed on the guy writhing in pain on the floor.
“Let’s go,” you urged and pulled on his hand hard, this time he followed. You led him through the crowd and out the front door, ignoring the dozens of eyes that watched you leave.
His palm was still pressed to yours when you reached the sidewalk, the night breeze cold against your exposed skin sobering you. You stopped and dropped Eddie’s hand as you looked up to him.
“What the fuck was that?” You pointed towards the house now in the distance with an outstretched hand before crossing your arms over your chest. The moon illuminated Eddie in a hazy white glow, the street lamps dim on the other side of the street.
“Me protecting you?” He questioned, his eyebrows creasing as he took in your sour expression.
“You didn’t need to do that!” Your voice rose.
“That guy had his greasy hands all over you and called you a slut but you’re mad at me?” His tone was filled with incredulity, eyes wide and shocked.
“No, I just-,” you sighed and pressed your fingers against the bridge of your nose, closing your eyes as you tried to put into words how you felt.
Hurt?
Confused?
Angry?
Like a fucking idiot for dancing with some loser at a house party you didn’t even want to be at in the first place.
“Thank you,” you sighed and looked up at him. It was better than an explanation of your misplaced anger.
“I mean it,” you grabbed onto his hand so he knew that you meant it. He looked to your connected hands and back at you.
“Any time, Spielberg,” he gave you a cocky smile and you dropped his hand, watching as he walked past you to his van.
“We agreed you’d never call me that again,” you said through gritted teeth, following behind him. Eddie turned and began to walk backward, keyring twirling on his finger.
“No, you asked me to stop. I never agreed to it.” He stopped in front of his black van and opened the passenger door.
“Your chariot awaits,” he stepped aside so you could climb in, presenting the passenger seat as though it were a grand prize.
“I can walk, Eds,” you chuckled and began to walk past him. You figured the night air would do you good. Eddie yanked you by your shoulder reeling you back towards him.
“Get in the fucking car,” he pushed you towards the seat and waited until you were situated before closing the door. He ran around the front of the vehicle and quickly climbed into the driver’s seat.
As Eddie started the car you noticed his bloody knuckles. Guilt reared its ugly head and you grimaced at the sight of his already bruising flesh. As he waited for the car to warm up, you rummaged through your bag looking for the travel-sized first aid kit you kept buried at the bottom, and quietly rejoiced when you found it.
Without asking you reached for his hand and settled it into your lap. When he tried pulling away you squeezed his wrist to hold him into place.
“What are you doing?” He questioned, glancing between you and his split knuckles.
“What does it look like?” You gave him a teasing look and grabbed an alcohol wipe, tearing open the package before blotting the pad gently against his skin.
Eddie winced and you looked at him with a silent apology before blowing on his knuckles to help them dry.
His gaze traced the curve of your nose down to the plush of your lips, swallowing hard as his eyes lingered. A little hypnotized, just as you’d always had him. You placed a bandaid on each cut and patted his hand softly breaking Eddie from his trance.
“All better,” you stated and glanced up at him with a satisfied grin.
He pulled his hand away and cleared his throat, refocusing his attention on the road ahead as he pulled away from the curb. Eddie eyed his bandaged hand resting on the steering wheel as he drove.
Of course, you’d have Hello Kitty bandaids.
He shook his head but couldn’t fight the way his grin grew wide and took over his features.
The two of you drove towards your house in silence, Soundgarden playing low on the radio.
Houses passed in a dark blur, the clouds covering any light the moon had offered. It had been years since the two of you had been alone for more than a passing moment. Not since those days spent at work where Eddie got to know you as more than his best friend’s little sister.
You fiddled with the hem of your dress, conflicted by to say or if you should say anything. It didn’t go unnoticed by Eddie who began to glance between you and the road, measuring his words just as cautiously.
“Sorry about your-“
“Do you think-“
The both of you began speaking at once and you chuckled awkwardly as you looked towards him. He nodded at you to go ahead, giving you the floor to speak.
“Do you think we could go somewhere? It could be anywhere, I just really don’t want to go home right now,” you shrugged, continuing to play with the material of your dress.
The two of you were already close to your home, the trees becoming more dense as you approached but he nodded. He turned his van down a different path, the trees opening as you approached the Lake.
The light of the moon and stars glittered off the calm waters, peaceful. Serene. A different scene from the events of the night. He parked near the edge of the trees and killed the lights, taking off his seatbelt before looking at you. Nervous energy hummed in his chest and was evident in the way he bounced his leg absently.
“This good?”
You gave him a weak smile and nodded. The guilt had spread and made a home of your chest. Eddie got hurt because of you. Lost out on sales defending you.
“You didn’t have to do that, you know,” you began, your eyes focused on the darkness of the lake.
Eddie watched you, the way your teeth chewed at your bottom lip. Your anxious energy palpable.
“I’m sorry you had to get mixed up in my mess,” you looked at him now and Eddie shook his head.
“Like I was going to let Chris Grandy call you a stupid slut,” he rolled his eyes.
You giggled to yourself. So that was the douchebag’s name.
“It really doesn’t matter,” you shrugged. “Probably was acting like one.”
You’d only ever had one serious boyfriend in your life and he’d spent the night upstairs with your childhood best friend. There was a lot you didn’t know about dating or the rules of flirting. What gave guys the wrong idea or made them think you wanted something more and you kept playing it over in your head wondering what you could’ve done differently.
Eddie’s leg stopped bouncing as he watched you and the anger built up in his chest. He wasn’t mad at you, he was so fucking pissed off that the slime ball made you feel like this. Made you feel guilty for enjoying yourself or question whether you did anything wrong.
“You were having fun,” he started, “and regardless of how you danced or what you said, when you told him to stop he should’ve stopped. Nothing you did or said justifies him being a fucking creep.”
He was seething, you could tell from the way his chest rose and fell. From the way his jaw was clenched, the moonlight illuminating his features.
Munson had always been handsome, cute in a not-so-conventional way. It was the way his curly hair framed his high cheekbones and the plush of his lips. The way his big brown eyes were always animated when he talked about something he liked.
The first time you noticed it, noticed him, was when you were thirteen. You spent that summer blubbering in his presence, finding any excuse to talk to him or go into your brother’s room. The crush never really went away, always lingered in the back of your mind and now in the way your heart thrummed as his gaze was fixed on you. A silent plea begging you to understand what he told you.
It was like a magnetic pull the way you leaned closer to him, eyes trained on his as you inched closer.
“You don’t think there’s anything wrong with me having fun?” You questioned with innocent eyes and looked up at him through your lashes, your face closer to his.
“Why would there be?” He swallowed, his gaze flicking from yours to the pout of your lips.
Eddie was losing the little bit of composure he’d been able to maintain all these years. The warnings your brother had given sounded off like alarms in his head.
“Also, I’m the one who needs to apologize,” he grimaced and began to play with the rings on his fingers, changing the subject. Trying to distract himself from the way the scent of your perfume had him a little disjointed.
“For what?” You pursed your lips, perplexed.
“I’m, uh, pretty sure I left your sweater back there at the party. Nearly one hundred percent positive,” he looked at you with a sideways grimace, already shrinking away as he anticipated your reaction but you only laughed.
“I ruined it with Chrissy’s weird concoction anyway,” you dropped your face into your hand, your body shaking with laughter.
“I still can’t believe you drank that shit,” he laughed with you, “it had me on my ass a few years ago at her Fourth of July party.”
“No way,” your laugh grew louder as you absently held onto his arm, encouraging him to divulge.
“In my defense, those sugary drinks are the ones that get you,” his body shook with his building laughter.
“Could barely taste the moonshine she puts in it so I had a few cups,” he shook his head, “I fell asleep in one of those loungers by the pool and the next thing I remembered was waking up in some random room laughing to myself with the worst sunburn of my life.”
You winced at the picture he painted, imagining his pale skin marred by the sun.
“So that’s why you took my cup,” realization dawned upon you.
“Just trying to save you, little Lipton,” he agreed and you groaned.
“I wish people would stop calling me that. I’m not just Rick’s sister you know?” Your shoulders sagged. It had always been like that.
People, boys, avoiding you because of who your brother was. Ghosting you once they found out your last name, his reputation preceding you. Until Simon.
“I know you’re not,” he assured you earnestly.
“You’re definitely just saying that,” you rolled your eyes.
“Since when have I told you something just because it’s what you want to hear, Spielberg?” He emphasized the nickname you hated to prove his point.
You leaned over the middle console and jabbed at his ribs with your finger causing him to jump and grab at your hand.
“This is the thanks I get for saving your life,” he dramatized and grabbed your other hand as he dodged its attack.
He held onto your hands, your laughter mixing with his, and stared up into his eyes.
You could say it was the alcohol still clouding your mind for what you did next, could say it was because you still needed the distraction you sought at the beginning of the night.
Eddie smelled like apple and bergamot, a hint of weed and tobacco. He swallowed hard as you leaned closer. He felt the warmth of your breath against his face and watched as your eyes fluttered close.
He hesitated for a moment before closing the rest of the space. Heart beating faster than it had that night.
Your breath hitched with the first contact of his lips. They were smooth, almost pillowy against your own, as they matched the pace you set. He released your hands and you twined them in his curls, soft like you’d always imagined.
Eddie’s hands fell into his lap and clenched into fists as the kiss deepened, your tongue parting the seam of his mouth. He opened and slowly met yours with the tip of his own.
You tasted like cherry chapstick and fruit punch, sweet like he always thought you would be and it was getting so hard not to touch you.
Warmth blossomed in your chest, spreading to your veins in a low hum and you pulled him closer, wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him flush against you. His hands left his lap and wrapped around your waist, fingers digging into your flesh.
He pulled you across the middle console into his lap and you moved without hesitation, your mouth still pressed to his.
There was an unspoken need shared in the way your mouths meshed, in the way he swallowed your sighs and you elicited his groans. It felt like you were floating, head buzzing from a different kind of inebriation.
You wanted more, you needed more but the bright lights of a passing car broke you two apart.
Eddie stilled beneath you and pulled away from your still-pursed lips.
“Shit,” he whispered and closed his eyes as he hit his head against the headrest.
You bit into your lower lip and played with the material of his black t-shirt, looking at him curiously. Confusion evident on your brow.
“What’s wrong?” He shook his head, eyes still closed as his fingers traced absent lines back and forth over your naked thighs.
“We shouldn’t be doing this,” he shook his head and you stilled.
“We shouldn’t be or you don’t want to be?” You felt as though he was making an excuse, trying to let you down easily instead of telling you that he regretted kissing you.
“Shouldn’t be,” he lifted his head and finally opened his eyes.
He brought his hand to your face and held you, tracing an absent thumb over your cheekbone.
“Who says we shouldn’t be?” You leaned into his touch and rubbed your hands over his chest, enjoying the way his heart thrummed against your palms.
Eddie had trouble concentrating, distracted with you pressed against the evidence of his budding arousal.
Even in the silence you both knew the answer to his question, the boundary that had always been there. Invisible but palpable.
You’d always been warned by your older brother about the bad boys. The ones with the long hair, tattooed arms, and played in a band. Especially the one that is his best friend.
“You know who,” he finally responded, hands gripping your thighs as you shifted in his lap and you smirked. Enjoying the way Eddie Munson looked a little dazed beneath you.
“Nobody has to know if you don’t want them to,” you muttered as you leaned closer, your breath fanning his face. Lips enticing him and he swallowed hard. Resolve wavering under the intensity of his want.
He closed the little space that remained between the two of you, lips not as gentle as before when they pressed against yours. His kisses were hungry. Needier than before.
It felt like he was kissing you like he’d always wanted to, but you didn’t dare hope for that type of reciprocation. Satisfied to have him bucking into your clothed pussy, moans escaping his lips as he held you against him and ground your hips over his boner.
You moaned as he peppered kisses down your jaw and across your neck, nibbling against the sensitive flesh of your throat.
Leaving his marks where everyone could see.
Where Simon could see.
You stilled for a moment but a moment was all Eddie needed to stop, to regain clarity. To push you off his lap with a heavy sigh, a quick rise and fall of his chest. You sank into the passenger and stared at him, your breaths matching his.
“We need to stop,” he shook his head and took a deep breath, running his sweaty palms over his pants. You only nodded, your voice lost as your thoughts collided with each other. Confusion etched into your forehead.
Eddie adjusted his jeans and looked over his shoulder before reversing his car. He needed to get you home before his resolve completely dissipated. Before you did something with him that you might regret like the others.
You fell into silence, eyes trained on the passing trees that were barely visible under the pale moonlight. Embarrassment clung to you, sticky and suffocating. Rejection mingling with the hurt that was beginning to resurface.
The short drive to your house was quiet and you didn’t turn to say thank you as you hopped out of his van.
You clamored through your door, the quiet of your empty house greeting you.
Eddie watched as you slipped into the darkness of your home, and a wave of guilt settled over him as he remembered your brother’s words. As the image of your confused face resurfaced behind his closed eyes. He thumped his head against the steering wheel and groaned loudly.
“Fuck!”
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kayschateau · 3 months
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with time 🩹
part one :)
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pairing: caitlin clark x iowa-state-wbb-player!reader
summary: you and caitlin play against one another in the annual rivalry game between iowa vs. iowa state, and things go south, fast.
themes + warnings: initial fluff and then straight up angst...contact injury, anxiety, cursing, and suggestive content.
word count: 2.1k
author’s note: you would not believe how long this took my NARP (non athletic regular person) headass to write. shoutout to pookie @ccphiliafilms for helping me figure out all the details i needed! 🤞🏾 i won't lie i'm not sure when part two will be out but i hope u enjoy part one in the meantime :) feedback appreciated as always and apologies for typos if there are any!
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the sound of dribbling basketballs, rowdy fans shuffling to their seats, and the band’s instruments rang through carver-hawkeye arena in early decemeber as the iowa and iowa state’s women’s basketball teams shot around, warming up for the annual cy-hawk rivalry game. in the corner of the court, you squatted to the ground, re-tying your shoes. as you finished tying your left shoe, footsteps swiftly made their way up to you from behind.
“looking real unprepared over here,” caitlin grinned, as you looked up at her, rolling your eyes. you placed your arms on your thighs before standing up properly. “you talk a lot of shit now but let’s let the numbers talk at the end, huh? shouldn’t you be getting warmed up instead of bothering me?” you responded calmly, tongue rolling over your top teeth briefly, now standing and looking cait directly in the eye with eyebrows raised and eyes daring her to keep pushing you.
you and cait had been dating for almost two years, having met through mutual friends and hitting it off instantly. your mutual love for and dedication to basketball was one of the things you initially bonded over, and it also meant that the annual rivalry game between iowa and iowa state got even more competitive–which, one could ask how that’s even possible for caitlin. cait loves getting under your skin, talking shit, and riling you up–whether that’s on or off the court. but, despite all of her cheap talk and jokes, when she loves, she loves hard. she’s definitely more excited about playing you in an actual game, more so than she is about the prospect of beating you. but, beating iowa state would be a welcomed bonus, and her competitive headass would never admit that she had a softer spot for you on the court.
cait’s cocky demeanor persisted as she closed the already small gap between you two, her lips close to your ear, her breath hot on your neck, “you know i love you, but you’re getting annihilated out there, baby. just like you all did last year.”
“shut up!” you scoffed, laughing as you moved your head away from hers, pushing her torso away as she stumbled back laughing. “i’m going to win,” she said seriously, eyebrows raised, baiting you. “prove it then,” you retorted, grabbing an unattended basketball and dribbling it mindlessly. cait grabbed your free arm, pulling you towards her again as you sighed, “i know something else i can prove to you, hmm? matter fact, i proved a lot of stuff last night if you don’t rem–” she whispered, voice deep as she fought back a smile.
“alright, enough,” you scoffed again, whispering, “you’re not getting in my head. and, if i remember correctly, i wasn’t the one begging last night so let’s be clear.”
��alr-,” cait began before kate yelled her name, causing you both to look over at the dirty blonde who was standing near from the forming team huddle. you shook free from caitlin’s grasp, the brunette willing letting go as she fixed her loose ponytail. “go. i’ll see you out there,” you smiled mischievously, shooing her away as you backed up, now dribbling the ball between your legs. cait rolled her eyes, “oh, you’ll see some things,” she mouthed at you childishly before jogging away, causing you to laugh before you shot the ball. it swished in by the time cait made it to the huddle; jada and molly parting to create space for her as the time for tip-off neared.
eventually, your coach, bill fennelly, called your team over for a huddle of your own. this game was always super fun, but it was difficult nonetheless, particularly when it was iowa’s home court and not your own. you’d been here many times, though, with caitlin as she shot around late at night if it was open; you would often shoot around with her which would usually end up in a competitive yelling match and you both laughing so hard you couldn’t breathe. you both talked a big game, but at the end of the day you were simply each other’s ride or dies. you’d seen and experienced a lot of stuff together, particularly because of cait’s rise to fame, and that made your relationship all the stronger. at the end of the day, cait is and will always be your overprotective, overly-cocky, crazy, beautiful girlfriend. you loved her passion and she loved yours.
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by the middle of the second quarter, the game was intense, close, and physical. iowa had 23 and iowa state was behind by three. there had been a fair share of turnovers and uncoordinated plays which left the hawks, predominantly caitlin, on edge. it was now an iowa posession, and cait was bringing the ball up the floor. gabbie and kate were in their respective corners, being guarded heavily and clearly not prepared for the ball yet. hannah was positioned further back, parallel to the paint as iowa state center audi crooks guarded her intensely. sydney had more time to get into position parallel to the free throw line, prompting cait to throw the ball to her. you were defending syd hard from behind her, attempting to make sure she couldn’t pass the ball to gabby. syd, seeing that most of her other teammates weren’t easily open, pivoted her body to her right in attempts of getting the ball off to gabbie, who’s defender had eased up on her in attempts to guard caitlin.
in an ideal world, that play should’ve moved smoothly and syd would be coming out with an assist. but, the blonde pivoted her body with such a considerable amount of force and her elbow pushed out first, piercing you directly in the sternum, completely knocking the wind out of you. you tripped backwards, tripping on audi’s feet in the process which plummeted your body to the ground. hard. you landed on your back, your head harshly reverberating against the laminated floor. audible gasps from the audience rang through your ears, head pounding, and the bright lights making your vision more blurry. your eyes watered and the deep breath you attempted to take sent shock waves of intense pain through your chest. yells of frustration and concern echoed from the iowa state bench as you laid on the floor, unable to get up. the waywardly thrown basketball flew over you as your chest ached beyond belief, face scrunched in pain, tears brimming at your eyes.
all you could think about was the intense pain coming from practically your entire upper body as your ears rung, the sounds of noisy arena fading away as you tried to control your breathing. the piercing sound of the ref’s whistle cut through the noisy arena barely seconds later. cait jogged quickly over to you, kneeling at your side with eyes widened and locked on you as your teammates circled around you as well.
“what hurts? what hurts?” cait questioned, her voice wavering as she attempted to hide her frantic state. but, her locked jaw and worried eyes gave it away easily.
you attempted to speak but it came out more like a strangled gasp as the deep breath you took caused reverberating pain throughout your chest. cait’s right hand loosely touched your waist as her eyes scanned over your body. you attempted to lift your head off the floor and realized upon doing so that it made everything much worse. cait used her left hand to gently hold your head as you laid it back down against her palm, releasing a lot of the weight from your neck as she held you gently. “it…it hurts to…br-breathe,” you winced out, caitlin’s stomach turning in knots as the athletic trainer and conditioning coach, along with the head coach and associate head coach, came over. your teammates had taken steps back to make space for them, some of them trickling back to the bench.
“honey, i’m gonna need you to step back for me,” your athletic trainer, tessa, spoke to caitlin, looking into the disheveled brunette’s eyes. caitlin nodded, still somewhat in a mild state of shock as she removed her hands from you gently. she paused for a second after standing, her heart beating intensely from the exhaustion of the game, and more so from seeing you on the floor, plagued with pain and tears rolling down your cheeks. she knew it was an unintentional foul by syd but seeing you take the physical repercussions of it was maddening. you were lying there, unable to get up on your own, and that made cait’s mind spin. the uncertainty of your health fueled her anxiety and wracked her brain.
the iowa players had already returned to the bench, but kate lingered near the court until caitlin was ready to return, making sure her best friend was okay. upon seeing her reluctance to leave your side, the dirty blonde jogged over, placing a hand on cait’s shoulder, whispering something in her ear before guiding her slowly back to the iowa bench.
“kate, i’m going to fucking throw up,” cait whispered, head tilted into kate’s ear so the cameras couldn’t easily decipher what she was saying as they paced across the court, kate’s arm over her shoulder as the brunette leaned forward slightly with unease. “i know, i know, it’s fucking terrible, but she’s going to be okay, she is…she’s resilient,” kate assured, rubbing her hand up and down caitlin’s back momentarily, jada coming up from behind to rub caitlin’s shoulder.
“yeah mhm,” caitlin answered unconvincingly, a knot forming in her chest as her face heated up uncomfortably. she fought back tears as she grabbed her water bottle from one of the staff members, moving to sit on the bench. you were still on the ground being tended to, and the majority players and staff from both teams stood waiting. caitlin pushed her head into her hands, tears brimming at her waterline as kate sat down next to her.
“i’m good,” cait expressed flatly before her best friend could say anything.
“bullshit.”
“okay, fine, i’m not. but what can i fucking do?!” caitlin responded exasperatedly, “she’s fucking down and i can’t-”
“you don’t do anything,” kate answered, moving her head to look in the brunette’s eyes, “you let it hurt and know it’ll be somewhat alright. it’s terrible, you don’t need to pretend like it’s not.”
“kate, she has to be okay—i can’t think about if… i can’t figure out-” cait began to ramble, waves of anxiety racking her body before she stopped herself from speaking, going silent and her eyes going somewhat expressionless. she took a deep breath, staring out straight in front of her. she hadn’t looked towards you directly since walking away, it was too painful. kate was used to seeing her best friend compartmentalize during games, but this was to another degree. “caitlin, talk to me.”
before she could respond, sighs of relief echoed from the crowd along with claps as you were helped to your feet by the athletic trainer and conditioning coach. you limped off, with them helping you keep balance, towards the locker room and the arena erupted in louder applause as caitlin pressed her hands into her knees so hard it almost left an imprint. her eyes squeezed shut, and she leaned back in the chair, feet dug into the ground.
as you made your way out of sight, bluder called out a “huddle up,” as iowa state continued their already ongoing huddle, fans chattered, and refs discussed. caitlin stood up, pulling at the ends of her shorts, her body radiating anxiety. before she could move towards the huddle, the assistant coach, raina, pulled her back; her hand loosely on cait’s wrist. “are you sure you can and want to go back out there right now?” she asked sincerely, looking directly into caitlin’s eyes as caitlin’s face scrunched slightly but her body remained stoic.
“i can’t sit on that bench, i’ll go insane,” she answered straightly, hands on her waist as she rocked on her heels slightly.
“caitlin.”
“i’ve got this, trust me, please,” she requested with more emphasis this time, retying her ponytail as raina’s finger tapped on her clipboard. “okay, alright, if you feel you’re ready you can go but i’m watching out for you, okay? this game isn’t more important than your well being.”
“thank you,” she replied quickly, moving over to the huddle without a second thought. lisa was in the middle of a motivational speech, and kate stood next to caitlin, hand pressed against her back firmly to remind her that she was there. caitlin mentally dazed in and out of the huddle, listening for any important information about upcoming plays but still subconsciously wracking her brain over whether or not you’d be okay.
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part two :)
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my fic recs masterlist
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Bucky Barnes:
all bucky barnes
headcanon  -  blurb  -  one-shot  -  series
dbf!bucky  -  brothers bff  -  bff’s brother
neighbour  -  housewife reader
lumberjack  -  firefighter  -  bodyguard
priest bucky  -  college
football player  -  hockey player  -  boxer
professor  -  teacher  -  librarian/bookshop
coffee shop  -  soulmate  -  royal
other AUs  -  taboo
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Stranger Things characters:
all eddie munson - all steve harrington
eddie and steve (x reader)
billy hargrove - jason carver - mike wheeler
dmitri enzo antonov - jim hopper
robin buckley - nancy wheeler
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Outer Banks Characters:
all Rafe Cameron
all JJ Maybank
Rafe Cameron and JJ Maybank (x reader)
Pope Heyward - Topper Thorton
John B. - Sarah Cameron
Kiara Carrera
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Marvel characters:
Wanda Maximoff  -   Kate Bishop
Natasha Romanoff  -  Yelena Belova
Peter Parker  -  Pietro Maximoff
Steve Rogers  -  Stephen Strange
Frank Castle  -  Matt Murdock 
Moon knight  -  Steven Grant
Joaqín Torres - Clint Barton
Loki Laufeyson - Druig
Eddie Brock - Miles Morales
Miguel O’hara - Hobie Brown
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Harry Potter characters:
Sirius Black - Remus Lupin 
James Potter - Poly!Marauders
Lily potter -  Cedric Diggory
George Weasley - Fred Weasley
Severus Snape - Tom Riddle
Draco Malfoy
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Avatar (James Cameron) charachters:
neteyam - aonung - lo’ak
rotxo - kiri - spider
jake sully - neytiri - tsu’tey
tonowari - ronal - colonel quaritch
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Top Gun chracters:
Fanboy  -  Hangman  -  Rooster - Bob
Iceman
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Wednesday characters:
Xavier Thorpe - Ajax Petropolus
Wednesday Addams - Divina
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Bridgerton characters:
Anthony Bridgerton -  Benedict Bridgerton
Colin Bridgerton
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Criminal Minds characters:
Spencer Reid  -  Aaron Hotchner
Derek Morgan
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The Last of Us characters:
Joel Miller - Ellie Williams
Abby Anderson
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The Devil All The Time characters:
Tommy Matson - Lee Bodecker
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Uncharted characters:
Nate Drake - Sam Drake
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Euphoria characters:
Elliot (Euphoria) - Fezco
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On My Block characters:
Mario Martinez - Oscar Diaz
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Modern Family characters:
Luke Dunphy - Alex Dunphy
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Ted Lasso:
Roy Kent - Jamie Tartt
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NHL players:
Matthew Ktachuk - Trevor Zegras
Nolan Patrick - Tyler Seguin
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Actors:
Sebastian Stan - Joseph Quinn
Jamie Campbell Bower - Danny Ramirez
Drew Starkey - Rudy Pankow
Ben Hardy - Bella Ramsey
Jenna Ortega
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Miscellaneous characters:
Eli ‘Hawk’ Moskowitz  -   Marcus Baker
Rodrick Heffley -  Hunter Sylvester
Lloyd Hansen - Ari Levinson
Nick Fowler -  Tangerine
Rhett Abbott - Hayden ‘Harvard Hottie’
Colin (Not Okay) -   Min Ho (Xo, Kitty)
Ash (No Exit) -  James Maguire (Derby Girls)
Jake Peralta - Nick Miller  - Brian O’conner
Anakin Skywalker - Bruno Madrigal
Tadashi Hamada - Kakashi Hatake
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Miscellaneous real people:
Billie Eilish - AEW Hook
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*Updated whenever there’s a new character <3
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imaslutforcuddles · 1 year
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DUMB DUMB
EDDIE MUNSON X FEM!READER
Summary: Your a cheerleader at Hawkins high, Jason trusts you exclusively. Well mainly because your his childhood bestfriend. Yet there is something that no one In the squads know. Your a fantasy lover, and hellfire Is the best fucking thing you’ve ever joined. After being tired of Jason’s bullshit, you decide to mess everything up between the two of you. Best thing yet, he never even saw it coming.
Warnings: Swearing, substance use, smoking, angst (jason), bullying, fighting, loss of virginity, SMUT, p in v, oral (f receiving), squirting, unsafe sex (WRAP IT BEFORE YOU TAP IT), little bit of Dom Eddie :), praise, subby reader, good girl and shit like that, a lot of orgasming lmfao, overstimulation, Eddie is big.
Word count: 2.5k
A/N: OMFG ITS FINALLY DONE. BTW people HAVE SEX IN THIS SO MINORS BE AWARE!!!!!! I’m not in-charge of your media consumption so i can’t make you click off. I WILL BLOCK YOU THOUGH- The title is a song that i found from a movie called Do Revenge (maya hawke acts in it). I fucking love It, def recommend. HERE Is the Spotify official playlist for it, also recommend listening to while reading this. A smut fic bc eddie deserves some pussy.
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You reach into your bag grabbing a twenty, “Is it going to be more expensive because I’m friends with Carver?” Eddie chuckles grabbing the cash and hands you a bag of pre-rolls, “Nah, you get a member discount.” You pause looking down, “Well damn.” Eddie raises his brows, “I guess i can’t leave hellfire then.” The both of you start laughing uncontrollably.
You wipe a stray tear off your face while you both get up from the bench you were sitting on. Sighing, Eddie comes closer to you, “Why are you even friends with him?”
“Because I’m going to make him hurt, like he hurt you.”
Eddie widened his eyes and huffed, “Jesus. h. christ.” He cleared his throat and looked away, trying to hide the growing blush on his cheeks. Smiling, you grabbed your bag. “Hey Eds i think we should head back, I don’t want to miss out of the worst fucking school lunch i’ve ever eaten in my life (we can all agree school lunches are vile).” He frowned, but then grinned not wanting to seem too vulnerable. 
“Yep.”
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Eddie picked through his lunch as always, head in his hand. 
“Hey Eddie are you okay?” Dustin frowned as Eddie raised his head and grinned. “I’m just fine Henderson.” Mike and Lucas looked at each-other sharing a knowing look, “Are you sure Eddie because you kinda look like shit,” Dustin continued. Eddie glared at him, “What did you just say?” Dustin widened his eyes and looked away gulping, “I j-just mean you look a bit tired that’s all!” Eddie shook his head scoffing, “Yeah okay Henderson.”
He looked around and caught your eyes. You winked and smiled at him as he looked away embarrassed. 
“Hey peach who are you looking at?” You winced at the cringe pet name and your grin became a thin line as you realized who had started talking to you, “No one Carver.” He stared down at you for a minute waiting for a different answer before it turned into a glare, “I fucking saw you wink at him.” He huffed. You kissed your teeth and sighed, “Who are you talking about jason?” 
He scoffed, “You fucking know who the fuck I’m talking about Y/n.” Rolling your eyes you turned to meet his, “I actually don’t Jason that’s why I asked.” He tensed up realising you weren’t going to confess. “You were looking at the fucking freak!” He whisper-shouted. Pressing a hand to your temple you sighed, “He’s not a freak Jason.” 
“Oh-ho yes the fuck he is! Why are you defending him?” He fought. “You know what jason?” Pausing you huffed out air you didn’t know you had held in. “The only freak here is you.” You looked everywhere but at his face as he frowned.
As you started to walk off, you turned your head hearing one word fall out of his mouth, “Whore.” You widened your eyes and shook your head. “NOW I KNOW YOU DID NOT JUST FUCKING CALL ME A WHORE JASON CARVER!” If looks could kill, he would be dead on the cold and dirty cafetera floor. His tense figure softened a bit as he started to cower at all the eyes laid on the two of you, “I’m sorry Y/n.” Scoffing at his lame apology you waved your hand and walked off, “Yeah you fucking should be. God you disgust me.”
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Being in that school was so suffocating that the second you walked out your breath returned to your body, and you could finally breathe.
You dropped your head and closed your eyes. How could he have called you that? He was far from the truth, you were a virgin. You normally don’t take any sort of offense to being called slutty or anything like that, but Jason wasn’t the type you would pin for slut shaming. Or so you thought. And you couldn’t stop the naging words in the back of your mind.
Jason Carver isn’t a good person. He deserves to pay.
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“The hooded cultists chant, hail Lord Vecna.” You scoff and look over at mike. ‘tf is this dumbass saying?’ You mouth, mike grins at your comment and shakes his head with you. “Hail Lord Vecna. They turn to you,” His eyes jolt to you and you freeze, ‘God damnit i can’t fucking die first again, Hegla is too precious to me.’ You cry to yourself. “Remove their hoods, you recognise most of them from makbar. There is one you do not recognise, his skin shriveled,” He turns his focus onto jeff and your breath steadys a little as Erica gulps next to you. “Desiccated, and something else. He is not only missing his left arm, but his left eye!”
Your face drops and you look to your right, “WHAT!” you shout with dustin. You have already lost so much to Vecna, and you thought he was killed by kas!
You lift your hands up to your face and start fake crying. though you believe you might actually start to cry, “Venca is DEAD.” “He was killed by kas!” Mike agrees. You rub your temple in defeat, “So it was thought my friends, so it was thought. BUT VECNA LIVES.”
You gasp again and drop your body weight into your chair, “We’re fuckin dead, doomed, through. Pack it up people!” 
Eddie chuckles and continues on while others groan and huff.
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“You are scared, your tired, you are injured. Do you flee Venca and his cultists?” You grip your chair fuming and hopped up on caffeine and adrenaline, “Or do you stay and fight.” 
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You all sit in silence for a while, even Eddie gets impatient. “Come on,”
You think deeply about the consequence of running away, ‘you’d be a coward. but, you’d live.’
Dustin holds his hand up, debating a wise choice. “I say we fight;” You look over at him and nod a little, “To the death.” You nod and smile throwing down your pencil, “To the death!” Mike and Erica agree and soon everyone has joined in chanting. Eddie starts laughing and lays back in his throne as you all slam your hands on the table shouting, Dustin leans back while yelling “TO THE DEATH!”
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Erica rolls her D8 and D10 while you all lean closer in anticipation; soon your all shout “YES!” and grinning at the roll. 
Mike rolls his D20 and you all hiss and yell in agony when he fails.
Jeff’s turn ends up with Eddie smacking his character off the board.
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Win to loss to loss again and again, and again as Eddie laughs maniacally at you all.
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A timeout is called and as you huddle up gareth says, “Guys i hate to say this but we have got to flee.” Jeff nods and another says, “I concur.” (His name isn’t specified anywhere he literally is just called ‘freak’) 
Erica shakes her head, “Didn’t we literally just say ‘to the death’?” “That wasn’t literal!”
Jeff continues, “Vecna just decimated us, we can’t kill him with three players!” (we’re going to pretend your precious Helga survived) Dustin scoffs, “You too?! He only has 15hp left, don’t be pussies-!” Gareth makes a face, “Pussies, Really? Cause were not delusional?” He whisper yells. You slap a hand to your face to try and stop a laugh, “Gareth i swear to god-” “Delusional? How about not cowards.” 
“Hey.” Eddie shouts, “If i may interject gentlemen, ‘Lady applejack/Knight Hegla’. whilst i respect the passion, you’d be wise to take Gareth the greats concern to heart. There is no shame in running.. Don’t try to be heros, not today. Kay?” His grin widens. You look from Erica to Dustin as he raises a finger, “One second.” Back to your huddle, “What do you think mike?” “How many hp do you guys have left?” He asks, “Twelve.” You three say in unison, “It’s risky as hell, but your the ones on the battlefield. So it’s your call.” You try not to smile as Gareth's face contorts the hole time mike talks.
Dustin inhails, “What do you say girls?” Erica looks from you to Dustin, “Do you really gotta ask?” Dustin then looks at you, you smile and raise a brow. “Do you think i look like a bitch to back down from an ass whoopin?” Dustin takes a second, “Screw it.”
“Lets kill this son of a bitch.”
Jeff huffs and you all get closer to the table, “Chances of success are twenty to one!” Dustin points a finger, “Never tell me the odds.”
“Give me the D20.”
Eddie smirks and tosses him the dice.
Your all huddled around the table and Dustin as he rolls, eleven. You groan as Eddie waves his head up and down, “That’s a MISS.” You all hiss as you barely miss, it’s all up to Erica.
All eyes are on Erica as she rolls the D20, Gareth crying, Dustin shouting, You slamming your fist into your palm. Eddie leans closer to the dice, twenty! Your all shouting in victory. Eddie was yipping and jerking, his hands clapping while he smiled in surprise and also he’s just a proud DM.
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You decided to stay back with Eddie to help clean the room after the campaign was over and everyone else went home. Eddie came over to you and grinned, “Helga’s still alive ay, you should be proud.” Your mouth hung open and your eyes widened as you punched his arm, “You fucker! It’s not my fault you love to kill us all off like daisies.” It’s true, this is the first campaign you’ve survived. You’ve been in hellfire just over three months. 
Eddie chuckled and nudged your shoulder, “I know i’m proud.”
You stopped picking up pieces and dice looking over at Eddie, blushing when you realise just how close he was to you. “You mean it?” He smiled stepping closer, “Of course, Its difficult to survive such..” Eddie started leaning in, to the point you could feel his hot breath against your face, “Difficult campaigns.” Your breath hitched when his lips almost touched, “Eddie?” You felt something warming up in your stomach, “Yeah?”
“Kiss me.”
His eyes widened as you put your lips on his. His lips felt so right connected to yours and you felt a moan building up as he deepened the kiss. Eddie groaned into you as you pressed your body up against his, “God your so beautiful,” you smiled, “I bet i’d look prettier naked on top of you.” 
He froze, “Are you okay Eds?” “Never been better.”
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So here you are in his bed with butterfly sheets that he never bothered to get rid of, naked. 
Eddie kissed you on the lips savoring you, “Can i taste you baby? You look so good.” You moaned and nodded, “Please Eddie.” 
“Please what? I want to hear you beg.” 
You clenched your thighs together, “Please eat my pussy Eddie.” He grinned, “Of course, how could i refuse my good girl? Your going to be my good girl aren’t you?” He looked into your eyes sending shivers down your spine, “Of course Eds!” You nod your head, eager to be touched. He chuckles at your obedience and starts slowly kissing down your body, his touch like fire against your skin. It felt too good to be true. The boy that you’ve liked for years, is going to eat you out? You whined as his lips teased your thighs, he kissed everywhere but where you need the most. “Please Eddie.” He looked up at you from in-between your legs and you melted, this fine-ass man was willing to fuck you. Your whines soon turned into moans as he began to kiss and suck your clit. 
You slid your hands into his thick curls and arched your back, “Oh yes! Please!” You almost screamed and he dipped his tongue into your wet cunt, “Fuck Eddie!” He hums into your cunt, “Your pussy is fucking heaven baby.” The flick of his tongue driving you insane and the was his thumb rubs your clit makes you orgasm quicker than you’ve ever cum before. Legs shaking and eyes rolled back you squeal as he continues to eat your cunt like a dessert, “E-Eddie too mu-” He shuts you up with his two fingers sliding into your wet hole. 
Moans are the only noise you make, Eddie smiles into your cunt and keeps sucking and kissing your clit. You cry out and start clenching hard on his fingers, “Are you gonna cum for me again baby?” You can only answer with a whine. He laughs at your answer and starts pumping his fingers faster, hitting your sweet-spot every time. 
Your second orgasm wasn’t the same as the first, when you snapped a liquid starting spilling out of you in heaps. You hadn’t realised just what made Eddie so surprised and wet. “What?” You whine out, he doesn’t say anything for a solid five seconds and then he pounces on you, attacking your lips. “Please let me fuck you, f-fuck i don’t think my cock could take not fucking your pretty little pussy.” You widen your eyes and nod vigorously which makes Eddie smile, “Your so needy for my cock aren’t you?” You shake your head again, “Say it baby. Be my good girl and say you want my cock inside you.”
“Please put your cock inside my pussy Eddie. Oh please!” He groans at your eagerness to be spread open by him.
He starts to pull his cock out of his boxers and you almost cum on the spot, his dick was HUGE. Like pornstar big, at-least nine inches. His smile becomes wider when he notices your reaction, “Is it too big for you baby?” You frown and shake your head no, “N-no way! I can take it.”
“Good.”
Eddie rubs his tip on your clit and you squirm a little, but Eddie grabs your hips. “Be a good girl and stay still.”
When Eddie first pushes into you it burns, you hiss and he pulls you into him rubbing your back. “Are you okay baby?” He looks into your eyes trying to search for something, “I’m okay Eddie, just keep going. Don’t stop.” After the first couple thrusts it becomes completely crumbing, you feel like you could melt away into nothing. The way the Eddie whispers, “Taking my cock like such a good girl.”
He spreads your legs open wider and you moan loud into his ear, “Oh such a good girl, keep moaning. Let me know just how good i’m making you feel.”
You start getting closer with every thrust into your sopping cunt, and he can feel it. He starts to pound you faster and you scream, “That’s it, cum for me.” You shake and squirt all over his chest and dick, he groans and your eyes roll to the back of your head. 
“Can i cum inside you baby?”
You bite your lip and nod, “Please give me your cum, i need it!” 
He cums with a loud grunt and lays beside you, “I think i might love you.”
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captain039 · 1 year
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Craving the wild side
Dean Winchester x reader
Warnings: AOB, mentions of medical things, mentions of needles, mentions of abuse, feral alphas, light swearing, angst, hurt/comfort, mental health issues
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Feral alpha AU
Case file No.5643
Cases name: Dean Winchester
Cases D.O.B January 24, 1979
Cases age: 45
Background:
Dean Winchester (feral alpha) was found in the underground raid in a place called ‘Ascended’ raid was completed by head officer Jody Mills (alpha) and her team on November 14th 2022. Dean Winchester (feral alpha) was placed in quarantine and given appropriate medical attention before moved to the Alphas corp building 203 on January 10th 2023. First assign to Dr Harper (female, beta) unresponsive to methods and treatments remains in a ‘feral’ state transfer required. Second assigning to Dr Freeman (male, beta) unresponsive to methods and treatment, remains in a ‘feral’ state transfer required. Now on head of the Dean Winchester case Dr Y/L/n, waiting for report and outcome
Signed by head of department Carver Edlund
You walked quickly down the white hall, this was your first day on the Winchester case. You had your tablet in hand and your assistant Charlie behind you.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” She asked and you kept your eyes ahead. You were nervous, hell you might have a breakdown before going in, but you were determined to help this alpha.
“I am sure” you nodded heading to his room. The guard nodded his head in a greet and opened the door. Charlie said her goodbyes and departed as you were checked for anything on your person before heading into a small room. You didn’t know what to expect, all feral alphas were different. Dean Winchester sat in the corner where his bed was. His mattress was on the floor and his frame was obviously thrown against the wall and discarded. You gulped slightly thankful for the glass between you both.
“Morning Mr Winchester” you said through the mic but he didn’t respond.
“My names Dr Y/L/n, I’ll be your-“ you stopped your sentence when green eyes met yours. Your breath got caught in your throat as he stared at you.
“Your head officer” you finished nodding as you tapped at your tablet. His hair was unkept and long, his beard obviously grown, he was also wearing no clothes, but the way his legs were kept everything covered. You read over the other Drs notes, not many treatments worked with him, especially with the glass there. One of the Drs went in, got a response just not the best one and ended up in the medical department, while Dean was tranquillised.
You stood nodded to the guard who opened Deans door. You walked in minding the thrown bed and kept your distance. Dean was watching you like a hawk, he didn’t blink often and made sure to watch every movement you made as you grabbed a discarded pillow and sat down.
“I am Dr Y/l/n” you said.
“I’m a part time soon to be full time officer here I’ve worked three cases in my last five years you will be my fourth” you hoped to gain some conversation with him.
“I live nearby the facility at a farm house owned by my parents, I have 3 cows, 2 sheep and 6 chickens there and a dog named Champ” you watched his eyes peek with interest and you took it as a good sign.
“Dean do you know your age?” You started questions. He nodded and you felt a little relief go through you.
“Do you know where you are?” You asked and he nodded again.
“Some of these questions may be hard or triggering, I will take in account your response and try to avoid them or the topic for the time being till you’re ready” you said tapping on your tablet to get the questionnaire.
“You were found in a place called ‘ascended’ one of the lesser known underground black markets” you stopped checking to see his response but got nothing.
“Officer Jody Mills got you and five other alphas out, did you know or have any relation to the other alphas there?” You asked and saw him tense but shake his head.
“Ok, it says you were a pleasure alpha, house alpha, as well as use and abuse as well as fighter” you winced at the words.
“Are these correct?” You asked and he nodded.
“Do you know what ascended is? In the underground establishments?” You asked and he nodded.
“Did you have many omega owners?” You said and he snapped his head to you. You jolted a bit in surprise as his eyes darkened. You noted that quickly and went to move onto a next question but it was too late. The alpha had crossed the room quickly and pinned you under him, hand on your neck. He didn’t squeeze though just kept his hold as he stared you down. The guards came in shock guns aimed as you held a hand up to stop them.
“Don’t!” You said looking at the alpha. His eyes were swirling with feral emotions, he was breathing harshly but he didn’t harm you.
“He won’t hurt me” you said quietly hoping you were correct. He leant down swiftly, pressing his nose to your scent gland before a disapproving growl left him. The guards shot them and stunned him off the shock going to you also. You jolted a bit your breath getting knocked out of you. Dean was quick to recover though as a guard went to help you up, the alpha body slammed him to the ground and began to punch him. Despite the helmet Dean kept punching knuckles bloodying as he went. He was torn off, shocked again and you were dragged out. You were pissed smacking the guard off you.
“You idiot!” You snapped and the guard was taken aback.
“He wasn’t hurting me he was trying to find my scent!” You glared at the guard through the mask and sighed.
“He growled Dr” she said.
“Because he wouldn’t be able to smell me due to the implant” you sighed rubbing your neck from the shock that went through you.
“He hasn’t had progress in months! He was responsive to me and now we’ve thrown him in a corner!” You sighed making her leave the room. You looked at his unconscious form on the bed and sighed quietly.
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chvoswxtch · 2 years
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one huge misunderstanding. (6/?)
pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader
summary: eddie munson desperately needs to graduate this year, and you're the only tutor that hasn't turned him down. (this is part 6 of this series!)
warnings: cursing, some fluff, explicit sexual content (minors dni)
word count: 8.2k
a/n: I sincerely hope you're all feeling slutty. this starts with fluff but ends up being just pure fucking filth. I got carried away as usual (I have a “too much” gene, sue me). I want to reiterate that if smut is not your thing, please feel free to skip this part! it will not hurt my feelings! I would once again like to thank each and every one of you for taking the time to read, reblog, or comment on this series. seeing all your kind words makes me so happy. as always, feedback is welcomed/appreciated! please let me know if you would like to be tagged!
tags: @uraveragequeer @rosaline-black @willowss055 @lovsersclub @bellegirl16 @boeutiful @starryeyedkoko
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Instead of being greeted by Eddie’s sweet smile on Monday morning, I was met with the sight of a very displeased Principal Higgins standing in front of the library doors with his arms crossed over his chest. My heart immediately began to race as I approached him, doing my best to appear calm and collected.
“Miss Y/L/N.”
“Good morning, Principal Higgins.”
“Would you follow me, please?”
“O-of course, sir.”
My stomach twisted into knots and dropped into what felt like an abyss. I instantly began to rack my brain, trying to think of any possible explanation why he would want to see me. I had never been in trouble before and I was bubbling with anxiety. I gripped onto the straps of my backpack until my knuckles turned white, my body feeling heavier with every step we took towards his office. It felt like I was at the very top of a roller coaster, right before you went over the edge and plummeted below, only I didn’t know what was waiting for me at the bottom. I braced myself for impact as he opened the door to his office for me.
However my fear quickly morphed into confusion when I saw both Eddie and Jason sitting in the chairs in front of the large wooden desk. Both of their heads snapped up when we entered. Eddie’s mouth split into a huge grin as he looked me up and down, sending me a charming wink. Jason on the other hand had his jaw set in a hard line, watching me like a hawk.
“Miss Y/L/N, I apologize for interrupting your tutoring schedule, however I need you to help settle a matter. It appears you were somewhat involved in the incident that occured last week. Now, Mr. Carver and Mr. Munson have very different stories about what happened, so I need you to shed some light on the situation.”
“Does she really need to be involved? Look, I told you what happened. Everything was perfectly fine and dandy until this asshole showed up bothering my girlfriend. Dickhead even pushed her into a locker, which by the way, wasn’t very prom king of you, Carver.”
My girlfriend.
“Mr. Munson, language. I’ve already heard your side. I’m asking for hers.”
“Your what?! What the hell are you-”
“Carver! Enough. Both of you, shut up. Not another word, or that’s detention for a week.”
Eddie slumped back in his chair, throwing his hands up in surrender with a roll of his eyes. Jason’s fists clenched by his side, whipping his head to stare at me expectantly. I could feel the anger radiating off of him in the small room. I know whose side he wanted me to take. I considered my options for a moment. I could blame it all on Jason. I’m sure Principal Higgins would believe me, and maybe that would finally get him to go away. Or it would make him retaliate even more. I sighed as I took a step closer towards Principal Higgins’ desk, looking at him with a shy smile.
“Um..sir I think..this has all been just one huge misunderstanding. You see, I’ve been tutoring Eddie for the past two months to help him graduate. And Jason, well I used to tutor him too. See he thought that Eddie was bothering me, he didn’t know that I was his tutor, or that..um..we were dating.”
My cheeks flushed a deep shade of pink. Explaining my love life to my principal was not on my to do list for today. Still, I felt a bit giddy, getting to say it out loud. Eddie Munson and I were dating. Eddie Munson asked me to be his girlfriend Saturday night. Eddie Munson is my boyfriend.
“Cause it was none of his damn business.”
“Munson.”
I tried to contain my giggles as I heard Eddie grumble under his breath. I had to wrap this up quickly. Principal Higgins was losing his calm, Eddie couldn’t handle another second of sitting still, and out of the corner of my eye, Jason Carver looked like he was about to explode.
“He..wasn’t aware. I didn’t think as his tutor it was appropriate to discuss my personal life while I was supposed to helping him with his assignments. Look, both of these boys were just trying to stick up for me because they thought the other was being a bother. And while I appreciate that, it did get out of hand. But..I don’t think either of them should face serious consequences. Like I said, it was all a big misunderstanding.”
Principal Higgins stared at me silently for a moment as if contemplating something in his head. I nibbled on my bottom lip nervously, hoping I at least helped Eddie avoid troublesome repercussions. To hell with Jason. He was the least of my worries at the moment. Principal Higgins sighed as he rose from his desk, placing one of his hands on his hips and pointing his index finger between the two boys.
“I want you two to listen, and listen carefully. There are two months left of school. Two. Months. Now I know you two don’t like each other, but so help me God, if either one of you ends up in my office because of the other, you’re both expelled. Carver, I know you got a basketball scholarship waiting on you across that stage. And Munson, you are actually on track to graduate this year. I would hate to think you both would throw those futures away because you two can’t learn to be civil. Now I’m not asking you to hold hands and braid each other’s hair. But Goddammit, stay the hell away from each other. I mean it, I don’t want to hear a thing about the two of you. Not even so much as a polite disagreement, or you’re both done. Am I understood?”
I let out a breath I didn’t even know I was holding, feeling the tension roll off my shoulders as I finally felt my body relax. Both sulking boys muttered a half-hearted, ‘yes sir’, looking anywhere but at each other. Principal Higgins sat back down in his seat, adjusting the glasses that were perched on the bridge of his nose.
“Good, now get the hell out of my office. Y/L/N, stay. I’d like a word alone with you.”
Jason didn’t hesitate to shove the chair he was sitting in back with force, storming out of the office. Eddie on the other hand took his time, giving me a cheshire grin and a quick peck on the cheek before rushing out to prevent facing more of Principal Higgins’ wrath. I took a seat in the chair Eddie had occupied, looking over at Principal Higgins with a timid smile.
“Miss Y/L/N, I don’t know how you did it, but you are getting Eddie Munson the hell out of my school. Which means I don’t have to find a replacement for Mrs. O’Donnell, and for that, I am eternally grateful.”
“He actually wants to graduate this year, sir. He’s been working really hard. He just needed a reason to keep at it, I guess.”
“Well, I believe he found one in you. You gave him hope, Y/N. You didn’t give up on him, and God knows you had reason to. He listens to you. So please, try and keep him out of trouble, or else I’ll be joining Mrs. O’Donnell in early retirement.”
I couldn’t help but giggle at the exasperated look on his face. I nodded my head slowly, giving him a small smile as I put my backpack over my shoulders and tucked a few loose strands of hair behind my ears.
“I will do my best, sir.”
“Thank you. If anyone can do it, it’ll be the class of 86’s valedictorian.” 
I blinked a few times as I stared at Principal Higgins, my mouth hanging open in surprise. Over the past two months I had been so enamored with Eddie, I had completely forgotten that I was in the running for class valedictorian. I felt warm tears prick at the corner of my eyes and my chest swelled with pride.
“I-what?”
“Official records came in this morning. I was going to come find you anyway to congratulate you, but I had to deal with those two shitheads first. Congratulations, Y/N. You earned it.”
My vision was starting to become blurry and I knew at any moment I would become a blubbering mess. I did my best to will away the tears, a bright smile covering my mouth as I nodded fervently.
“T-thank you. Thank you sir, I really appreciate it.”
I left Principal Higgins office feeling like I was floating on cloud nine. I couldn’t hardly believe it. I was going to be a valedictorian, something I had worked so hard for these past four years. I couldn’t wait to tell my mom and Nancy. I couldn’t wait to tell Eddie.
Eddie.
Just as I was about to rush down the hall to find him, I saw both him and Jason waiting outside of the main entrance to the office. He beamed when he saw me, instantly rushing over to wrap me in one of his signature embraces. But his happiness quickly morphed into worry when he saw the tear tracks on my cheeks.
“There you are! What the hell did he-wait, are you crying? What’s wrong? What happened?”
Eddie immediately began searching my face with his fingers, eyes raking over my entire body like he was looking for some kind of invisible clue. I laughed softly as I grabbed onto his wrists, looking up into his beautiful brown eyes with a smile.
“Nothing, nothing is wrong I promise.”
“So it’s true then?”
Once again my happiness is ruined and ripped away by Jason Carver. I let go of Eddie’s wrists and sighed deeply, wiping at my cheeks and turning around to face the irritated blonde as I crossed my arms over my chest. He was practically fuming. His blue eyes were wild with rage and his fists remained clenched at his sides.
“Not that it is remotely any of your business, but yes.”
“C’mon Y/N, you’re not seriously dating the freak?” 
“Wow, finally learned her name. Only took you four years, asshole.”
“Shut up, freak.”
I had had it with Jason fucking Carver. I was over his fragile narcissistic ego. I was through with him walking around like royalty and that we were all beneath him. I was done being the nice girl.
“First of all, his name is Eddie. Second of all, you should be thanking me. I kept you from getting expelled, so you owe me. You are going to leave Eddie and I alone, or you can kiss your pretty little scholarship goodbye. I will ruin you, Carver. And trust me, I will enjoy every single second of it. I’m going to say this one time, and one time only. Fuck off.”
Jason’s eyebrows nearly disappeared into his hairline. His mouth hung wide open and shock was written clearly all over his features. He glanced behind me and then back at me, his lips curling into a sneer. His nostrils were flaring as he shook his head.
“You’re gonna regret this.”
And with that, Jason Carver was stomping down the hall, and hopefully would remain as far away from me as possible. I let out a sigh of relief, turning around only to be faced with Eddie whose features were also covered in shock. His eyes were wider than usual, and his mouth was agape as he stared down at me. I giggled at his dumbfounded expression and knit my brows quizzically.
“Jesus Christ, I am so fucking hard.”
It was my turn to gape at Eddie. I gasped as I reached out to playfully smack Eddie’s chest, only for the hallway to be filled with his booming laughter.
“Eddie! We’re in school!”
“Yeah, we’re in school, and my super hot tutor girlfriend just told Jason Carver she would ruin his life, and to fuck off, so naturally I’m hard as a rock, sweetheart.”
Eddie lightly shrugged his shoulders, leaning back against the wall as he stared down at me with his signature smirk. I pursed my lips trying to hide my smile, taking a step closer towards him as I crossed my arms across my chest and quirked one of my brows while staring up at him.
“Excuse me, Mr. Munson, but that is no way to speak to your valedictorian.”
Eddie’s eyebrows lifted and the smile on his face faltered for just a moment. I could see the gears turning in his head as he began to piece together what I had just said.
“Wait..what?”
“Principal Higgins just told me. That’s um..that’s why I was all emotional. I was just..well..happy.”
Eddie wrapped me up into his arms and lifted me off the ground, spinning us around in wide circles as he started to yell.
“My girlfriend is a valedictorian! She’s hot and she’s smart, and she’s all mine assholes!”
“Eddie! Put me down! And stop yelling, I’m supposed to be keeping you out of trouble!”
I told Eddie not to bring the boys to the library for lunch. It was my turn to go sit with them. Now that I didn’t have to worry about Jason anymore, I felt like I could actually breathe. I didn’t have to hide anymore. I could hold Eddie’s hand in the hallway. I could tutor him outside at the front tables. I could sit with him and his friends at lunch. I felt like I had this incredible newfound freedom that I had been missing.
I slowly approached the Hellfire table, noticing that all of the boys were deep in conversation about something. Dustin was the first to perk up when he noticed me standing at the end of the table, not hesitating to shove Mike and Lucas back into their seats so he could see me clearly. He gave me a huge grin and waved frantically.
“Hey Y/N!”
“Hi Dustin.”
“What are you doing here? Eddie said not to meet you in the library.”
“Oh yeah..well..I actually wanted to sit with you guys today instead. If..that’s alright?”
Dustin shot up from his seat, grabbing the back of the chair Mike was sitting on and pulling it out from under him. Mike fell to the floor with a yelp, looking up at Dustin angrily.
“What the hell?”
“Move asshole, Y/N needs a place to sit.”
“Not so fast, Henderson. She’s sitting with me.”
I looked up to see Jeff already shuffling a seat down. I glanced between him and Eddie, shaking my head as I motioned to an empty seat across from Lucas.
“Oh no..please. You don’t have to move, Jeff. I don’t want to disrupt the order. I can sit here, it’s no big-”
“Nonsense, sweetheart. The dungeon master sits at the head of the table, and his queen sits next to him.”
My breath caught in my throat at the look Eddie was giving me. Rose coated my cheeks as Eddie gave me a knowing smirk, rising from his chair to hold out the one next to him for me. I smiled shyly as I walked around the table to sit in the chair. Eddie pressed a kiss to the top of my head and pushed my chair in for me, shooting me a wink as he plopped back down in his spot.
“So, about our next campaign-”
“Can I come?”
Eddie’s eyes nearly bugged out of his head as he looked at me. His large hand stilled over the notebook he was about to pick up, eyes never leaving mine. All conversations had stilled and each of the boys were focused on me.
“W-what?”
“I know there’s only two months left of school but..is it too late to join? I could use an extra club on my college applications.”
Eddie was still staring at me like I had grown two heads. He blinked a few times before slowly meeting the gaze of all the other boys at the table. He awkwardly scratched at the back of his neck, gesturing vaguely to the middle of the table.
“Uh..well we..usually place new members to a vote. But um-”
“Seriously, Eddie? What the hell is the point of dating you if Y/N doesn’t automatically get into Hellfire?”
“I’m not a dictator, Henderson. This is a democracy.”
“But isn’t the decision obvious?”
“I can’t read minds, Wheeler. Look we’ll just-”
“Screw that. Welcome to Hellfire, Y/N.”
“Thank you, Lucas.”
I grinned at the younger boys across the table, turning my attention to Eddie with a satisfied smirk. Was he blushing? I could hear Jeff and Gareth snickering at his reaction, urging him to continue with updates about their newest campaign. Eddie cleared his throat and opened his notebook, searching for a specific page. Sometimes it was fun to see Eddie flustered. After all the teasing and flirting, it was payback.
“So, when do I get one of those cute shirts?”
The week had gone by without a hitch, much to my surprise. Jason still shot daggers in our direction and gave us a pissy look anytime he saw Eddie and I together, but he kept his distance. He knew better. I still hadn’t gotten used to all the staring and whispering that occurred whenever Eddie and I walked down the hall together, but it didn’t really bother me anymore. In less than two months, we were graduating, and I would never have to see any of these people again. Why the hell should I care what they think? I had joined Eddie and the boys Thursday night for Hellfire club for my first ever campaign. I had absolutely no idea what was going on, but I enjoyed every second of it. There was such a high energy in the room, and I watched in wonder how serious the boys took their game. I was impressed by how much work and thought actually went into it. I also loved getting to see Eddie completely in his element.
I had invited Eddie over Friday night since my mom was going away on a weekend trip with her latest beau. I hadn’t told her the news about Eddie yet. I was mentally preparing myself for that conversation. I knew without a shadow of a doubt she would accept him, but I was absolutely dreading her embarrassing me in front of him. I was almost certain she would probably throw a pack of condoms at him and go on a rant about how she was “too young to be a grandmother”. 
Eddie said he would stop by Family Video to pick up some movies for us for tonight. I had invited him over to have a movie night, but I hadn’t told him I was cooking dinner for us. I really wanted to surprise him and do something nice for him. I know it’s only been a week and I’m being super dramatic, but Eddie has truly been the best boyfriend I’ve ever had. For our first date that Sunday, he had taken me to my favorite bookstore and let me pick out whatever book I wanted, and then we went for ice cream. It was the sweetest thing anyone had ever done for me.
I jumped slightly at the sound of knocking at the door, quickly putting the finishing touches on the dish before rushing to open the front door. I grinned as I was met with Eddie’s tall figure leaning against the door frame. He held two video tapes in his hands as he narrowed his eyes down at me with a smirk.
“Alright, I got you your Anthony Michael Hall. But the second I see you drooling over this dipshit, I’m putting on my pick. Now, I know you don’t like scary movies, but I think you’ll love Silver Bullet. Besides, if you get scared you can sit on my lap.”
“Eddie, the only person I’ll be drooling over is you. Also, you know we’re dating right? If you want me to sit on your lap, all you have to do is ask.”
Eddie’s cocky smirk faltered at my words, his eyes widening slightly. I shook my head and giggled at his reaction, grabbing him by the collar of his jacket and pulling him inside.
“Wait, that’s an option? You mean I can just-hang on. What is that heavenly smell?”
I bit down on my bottom lip as I looked up at Eddie with a shy smile, tucking a loose strand of hair behind my ear as I gestured behind me to the kitchen.
“Oh I um..I made dinner.”
“What?”
“I..wasn’t sure if you would be hungry, so I um..made us some chicken alfredo. I hope you like Italian. I um..also baked some chocolate chip cookies too, for dessert.”
Eddie stared at me with parted lips for a full silent moment. His brows knit together in the center of his forehead, glancing between me and the kitchen.
“You..cooked dinner..and..baked cookies?”
“Um..yeah.”
“That..is the cutest fucking thing I have ever heard.”
Giggling softly, I rolled my eyes and grabbed Eddie’s hand, tugging him towards the kitchen area. I lightly tapped his chest and motioned towards the table for him to sit as I went to grab us some plates. 
“You say that now. I could be a terrible cook.”
Eddie shrugged his jacket off his shoulders and placed it over the back of the chair. I could see him watching me out of the corner of my eye as he finally sat down. I added the pasta to both of our plates with a few garnishes. I might have been going overboard on the presentation, but I wanted everything to be perfect. I wanted to show Eddie how much I appreciated him. Offering him a shy smile, I set both of our plates down on the table and took a seat beside him. There was a candle burning in the middle of the table that cast a beautiful glow on his features. 
He glanced down at the plate, his eyes lingering for a moment before he took in his surroundings and finally settled his gaze back on me. Eddie cocked his head slightly, staring at me in an expression that resembled disbelief.
“You..you did all this for me?”
“Well, yeah. You planned our last date, it was my turn. I wanted to make sure it was just as special as you did.”
“I mean I just..I just took you to a bookstore and for ice cream, sweetheart. I mean this-”
I reached over to lightly grasp Eddie’s hand, intertwining our fingers together with a gentle squeeze. My lips parted into a genuine smile as I looked into my favorite brown eyes.
“Eddie, I know that must have seemed simple to you, but it meant the world to me. You didn’t just do what you thought I would like, you did what you knew I would love. You made it special for me. I just wanted to do the same for you.”
Eddie brought my hand up towards his mouth, pressing a soft kiss to each of my knuckles. Every action, every word, only made me fall even harder for him. The flame was dancing in his eyes as he looked at me, and as he shook his head slowly, the grin on his lips continued to grow until it encompassed his entire mouth.
“I don’t know what I did to deserve you, angel. But I swear on Ozzy, I’ll keep making sure I’m worthy of you until the day I die.”
Squeezing his large hand gently in return, I giggled at Eddie’s words and pushed his plate towards him. I assumed he liked it because he went back for seconds, and helped himself to about five cookies. I was nearly in tears from laughter throughout our dinner conversation and eventually had to ban Eddie from the cookies for the rest of the night.
“But that’s not fair! You can’t just give me something delicious and then rip it away that’s..that’s just..evil!”
“You can take some home, Eddie. Quit being dramatic.”
“Now why would you ask me to do something I’m not capable of? God, you have ruined me. I can never eat normal pasta or cookies again. Seriously, those were the best fucking things I have ever had in my life.”
“Swear on Ozzy?”
“I swear, on the Prince of Darkness himself.”
As we migrated to the living room, I told Eddie I wouldn’t make him suffer through Sixteen Candles and that he could put on his movie. I had hardly been paying attention though. I was too consumed with my thoughts of Eddie, and what had happened between us the last time we were on this couch. I found him far more captivating than the movie. I studied his side profile, my eyes trailing along his sharp jawline and down the expanse of his long neck. I wanted to kiss him there like he had kissed me. 
He was wearing his usual Hellfire club shirt and while I normally loved it, at the moment it was covering entirely too much of him. I realized then that I had never seen Eddie naked. Not like he had seen me. I had no idea what was under that shirt, or how many other tattoos lingered on his skin. Eddie’s legs were spread wide as he sat on the couch, creating a space in between his thighs that I was aching to fill. It had been almost a week since that night and the most Eddie had done was kiss me. I craved more.
“Eddie?”
“Hm?”
“Can you teach me how to suck you off?”
My question clearly caught Eddie off guard, sending him into a violent coughing fit as he seemed to choke on his own spit. He pounded his fist against his chest as he tried to get his breathing back to normal.
“Jesus fucking Christ, Y/N!”
Eddie stared at me incredulously with his jaw nearly on the floor, palm still clutching at his chest as his eyes grew to the size of saucers. I gave him my most innocent look, batting my lashes for effect.
“What?”
“You..you can’t just..you just..fuck.”
Eddie threw his head back against the couch, dragging his large hands down his face. I whined softly as I moved to sit on his lap, wrapping my arms around his neck.
“I don’t wanna watch the movie anymore. I want you. And you said to tell you when I was ready for things.”
“Yeah but..Christ sweetheart you gotta give a guy some kind of warning. You keep walking around saying shit like that out of the blue, you’re gonna send me into fucking cardiac arrest one of these days.”
I giggled softly and tried to bite back my smirk, brushing my nose lightly against Eddie’s as I pressed a chaste kiss to his lips.
“M’sorry.”
Tilting his head to the side, Eddie narrowed his eyes as his large hands moved to grab onto my hips tightly.
“No you’re not, you little minx. You enjoy getting me all riled up, don’t you?”
“Well, it is only fair. You were the one doing all the teasing when I was tutoring you. Now, it’s my turn.”
“Oh, so I’m the tutor now?”
“You are the expert in this field, so, yes.”
There was a sense of shyness that suddenly overcame me, and I did my best to give Eddie a timid smile. I knew he was experienced. I knew there had been other girls. The thought made me somewhat nauseous, thinking about him like that. I didn’t want to know how many had come before me. I didn’t want to know if they were prettier, or more his type, or knew what they were doing when it came to sex unlike me. All I wanted to know was that he wanted me, and only me. 
A frown coated Eddie’s mouth as he sensed my falter in confidence, cradling my cheek in one of his large hands. His thumb lightly brushed against my cheekbone.
“Hey, what’s going on in that pretty little head of yours? You know we don’t have to do anything right?”
“I..I know. I just..don’t want to be a disappointment.”
“How could you ever be a disappointment?”
“I know you’ve been with other girls, Eddie. I’m not naive. And I’m sure they were far more experienced than me, and probably more what you usually go for. I just..I like you, so much. And I..I guess I’m just afraid that I’ll suck at all this and be terrible.”
“Baby, look at me. First of all, there is no way I will ever be disappointed by you. I don’t know if you forgot, but I literally came in my fucking pants from pleasuring you. You didn’t even fucking touch me, and I was a goner. Just watching you, hearing the sounds you made, knowing that I was making you feel that good, that was better than sex to me. And if you decide that I’m the lucky one worthy of being between those amazing thighs, I’m sure it will be better than my wildest, wettest dreams. I just want you, angel. Exactly as you are.”
“So you’ll take me to my bedroom and show me how to make you feel good too?”
“If that’s what you want, m’lady.”
Eddie was quickly sidetracked by surveying my decor the second we stepped foot inside my bedroom. I blushed as I took his hand, tugging him towards my bed.
“Don’t think we’re not going to discuss how fucking cute your bedroom is later because this is exactly what I thought it would be like.”
“You thought about what my bedroom would look like?”
“Well yeah, I always wondered. I figured you’d have your own little library in here, it would be neat and tidy, a window I could sneak through.”
With a wiggle of his brows, he plopped down onto the bed beside me, rubbing his large palm over my thigh reassuringly.
“Well, there’s no tree for you to climb since it’s a one story. I hope that doesn’t ruin the fantasy.”
“Oh baby, you’re the fantasy.” 
I could feel anxiety starting to bubble inside of me. I knew I had no reason to be nervous. I knew Eddie wouldn’t make fun of me for not knowing something. I knew he would be patient and understanding. But I always felt uneasy when it came to new things. I always wanted to be prepared and excel at everything, even blowjobs. 
I leaned forward and captured Eddie’s lips in a deep kiss before I could let my mind get carried away. I melted into his touch instantly, reveling in the feeling of his large hands grabbing onto my waist. Without hesitation, I climbed onto his lap and began to detour my lips along his jawline, slowly trailing them down his long neck. I felt him shudder beneath me, a soft groan falling from his lips. That one little noise spurred something in me, and I was soon scrambling down his body to settle in between his knees. I needed to hear more of that. I wanted more. 
“Easy sweetheart..no need to rush.”
“M’just excited.”
My fingers worked at tugging his belt from the confines of the handcuff buckle, popping the button on his jeans and slowly pulling at the zipper. There was already a prominent bulge staring me straight in the face from where I sat. Taking a deep breath, I gripped at his jeans and tugged them about halfway down Eddie’s thighs as he lifted his hips slightly. Lifting my head to look up at him, I pressed my palm lightly along the outline of his dick through his briefs. 
Eddie sucked in a breath through his teeth, gripping tightly onto the covers at the edge of my bed. His tongue darted out to quickly wet his lips. I softly motioned towards his briefs and whispered.
“Can I?”
“Fuck..yeah. Go ahead.”
I sat up straight on my knees, brushing my hair over my shoulders and took a deep breath to steady my nerves. You can do this. As I released Eddie from the confines of his briefs, a sharp gasp escaped my mouth and I looked up at him with wide eyes. I had never seen a boy naked before, but I knew for a fact Eddie wasn’t average. He was big. I tried my best to hide my panic, swallowing thickly as I stared at it.
“Um..what..what do I-um do?”
“Start slow, angel. Here, give me your hand.”
Eddie took one of my small hands in his, lightly wrapping my first around his length. I felt his thighs tense beside me, letting out a shaky breath as he gently grabbed my wrist and instructed me to move it up and downwards at a pace I was comfortable with.
“Just..like that. Take your time, baby.”
As he leaned back slightly on the bed, Eddie stared down at me intently. I continued to move my fist up and down like he had shown me. He felt heavy in the palm of my hand, and smooth like velvet. I curiously swiped my thumb over the leak coming out of the tip at the top. Eddie hissed and his hips stuttered which caused me to stop.
“I’m sorry..what did I do?”
“No no no, fuck. Keep going. S’good, baby. Just..tip is sensitive. Remember how it felt when I touched your clit? It’s like that.”
I blushed profusely at the memory and pressed my thighs together, feeling that familiar flame being ignited in my lower belly. Oh. With this newfound information, I began to work his length in my hand again, paying close attention to what actions earned those sinful noises. I could feel Eddie slightly moving his hips along with my hand. I felt a rush of wetness between my thighs knowing how good I was making him feel. It made me feel powerful. Feeling emboldened, I leaned forward and wrapped my lips around his tip. Eddie let out a strangled moan of surprise, throwing his head back and screwing his eyes shut. 
“Oh fuck! Jesus baby..t-that’s good. That’s real fucking good. Doing so fucking well for me.”
Those words of praise only encouraged me to take it further. Shuffling closer on my knees, I leaned in more to take him further into my mouth at a better angle. I swirled my tongue around his tip languidly before easing him deeper into my mouth. I felt his large hand rest against the back of my head, moving along with the rhythm I had set. 
The slick growing between my thighs was almost getting unbearable. I felt my entire body shift back and forth as I bobbed my head, my fist working over the rest of Eddie’s dick that wouldn’t fit. He was falling apart above me and I fucking loved it. A mix of swears, moans, and my name spilling off his tongue. I savored it as I gripped onto his bare thigh, lightly digging my nails into the skin.
“Fucking hell, sweetheart..you sure you’ve never done this before? So fucking good.”
I don’t think I had ever been this turned on in my entire fucking life. My pussy was aching for attention. Eddie’s sweet moans wrapped around my thighs like silk, and I found myself sneaking my hand into my panties to give my throbbing clit some relief. I moaned around his dick at the contact, but I had to focus. This was about Eddie. 
“Holy shit..are you touching yourself? Jesus fucking Christ that’s so hot. Shit baby..you keep doing that..m’not gonna last.”
I could tell Eddie was close by the way he was thrusting into my mouth, but I also knew he was holding back. His fingers were lightly weaved through my hair, tugging ever so softly when I did something he liked. I let my mind wander to what he would be like if he really let go. I knew he was only holding back with me because I was inexperienced. I suddenly felt the urge to know what Eddie was like when he completely lost control.
Bracing my palms on his thighs, I relaxed my jaw as much as I could, taking his entire length into my mouth until I felt his tip hit the back of my throat. This earned me a harder tug of my hair, and I whined at the feeling. I liked it. I wasn’t sure if I was discovering what I liked, or just what I liked with Eddie, which so far seemed to be everything. Eddie was gripping onto the back of my head as I brushed my nose lightly against his pubic hair. I felt tears forming in the corner of my eyes and my throat burned, but I wouldn’t move.
“Shit shit shit. Fuck I’m gonna come..if you don’t want it down your throat tell me now because I can’t fucking hold it.”
I wanted everything Eddie had to give. Looking up at him through my lashes, I trailed one of my hands down his inner thigh, cupping his balls in my hand and gave them a soft squeeze. That seemed to push Eddie over the edge. Eddie’s eyes never left mine. I liked that he was watching me. I liked the way he was looking at me. Before I could register what was happening, I felt spurts of warmth coat the back of my throat and I instinctively swallowed. Eddie continued to thrust into my mouth as he worked himself through his orgasm and I let him use me as he pleased.
“Fuuuuuuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck!”
Pulling off of him with a pop, I gasped as I tried to catch my breath. There was a bittersweet, tangy taste on my tongue. Something new and unfamiliar. Something so Eddie. I wiped at the saliva that had collected on my chin with the back of my hand. Eddie had fallen back against my bed, his chest was heaving frantically and there was a blissful, fucked out look on his face. I didn’t mean to giggle, but I had never seen Eddie like this. His eyes shot open, and he leaned up on his elbows to stare down at me with lust blown eyes. He cocked his head to the side, eyeing me suspiciously.
“Did you..swallow?”
“Um..yeah. Was it okay?”
“Okay? I just came harder than I ever have in my fucking life, and you’re asking if it was okay?”
“I..don’t know?”
“You’ve never done that before? You just happen to be a fucking pro at it? And knew how to deepthroat?”
“I just..did what I thought you would like..and..what felt good.”
Biting down on my bottom lip nervously, I fiddled with my fingers in my lap. My jaw and throat felt kind of sore, but I didn’t mind. I’d do it all over again a thousand times to hear Eddie moan my name. Eddie wrapped his large hand around the back of my neck and gently pulled me to my feet.
“Come here.”
In a flash, my dress was being pulled over my head and tossed onto the floor. He made quick work of removing my bra, discarding it amongst the forgotten pile. As he went to push me down onto my back, I pushed back at his chest.
“Wait!”
“What? What’s wrong?”
Eddie’s entire demeanor changed as his eyes scanned over me, instantly retracting his hands from my body. I believed Eddie the first time he told me he would stop the second I said so, but it still warmed my heart nonetheless seeing him keep that promise. I sat up slowly, smiling as I grabbed a small fistful of his shirt and shook my head.
“Nothing, I just..wanna see you too.”
“Sweetheart, my entire dick is still out.”
“Eddie! You know what I mean. You’re..wearing too many clothes. Isn’t fair.”
“You’re right, baby. S’not fair.”
Eddie’s lips split into a devilish grin. He moved to stand from the bed, grabbing the hem of his shirt and pulling it over his head. God, he was beautiful. My eyes shamelessly traveled over the expanse of his chest, taking note of all the dark ink that was littered across his skin. Eddie wasn’t the biggest guy, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t muscular. He was tone and lean, and I found myself being distracted by the dark patch of hair that traveled from his lower abdomen down to his pelvis. He shoved his briefs and jeans down quickly, stepping out of them before making his way back onto the bed where he settled on his knees before me.
“My turn.”
I whined at his words. I had missed the feeling of his fingers inside of me. I dreamt about them. After being touched by Eddie, I couldn’t get myself off anymore. He had completely ruined me. 
“Please.”
My voice was needy and hoarse, and it only caused the wicked grin on Eddie’s lips to stretch even further. He crawled over me, resting both hands on either side of my head. I couldn’t take it anymore. I was aching for him. I reached up to grab onto his guitar pick necklace, quickly pulling him down to crash our lips together. I could feel him chuckle against my mouth, only providing a moment of relief before he pulled away again.
“Easy, baby. We have all night.”
“But Eddie..”
“Shh. So needy for me, angel. I’ve been neglecting you this week, yeah? Haven’t paid any attention to this pretty little pussy. My poor baby, m’sorry.”
My head rolled to the side as Eddie’s lips brushed along the underside of my jaw, his tongue drawing a line down to the juncture of my neck where he lightly nipped and sucked at the sensitive skin. I could feel his fingertips ghosting down my stomach, stopping right above the waistband of my panties.
“Wasn’t that I didn’t want to, baby. Thought about it all fucking week. How pretty you sounded, how beautiful you looked, the way you said my name. Everytime I did, got my cock rock fucking hard. Had to fuck my hand when I thought about how you looked when you came. Prettiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.”
I didn’t think it was even possible for me to get even wetter, but I’m pretty sure there was a wet patch forming on my sheets from Eddie’s honey-dripped words. I raised my hips up slightly, trying to signal to Eddie what I wanted. I whined in frustration when he pulled his hand away.
“Eddie..stop teasing, please. I can’t take it. Please just touch me. Please.”
“So polite, angel. But I’ve got something better in mind for you. Still have a lot to make up for, yeah? Do you trust me?”
Swallowing thickly, I looked down at Eddie who had taken his place between my thighs. His plump lips were slightly parted, eyes trained on me as he waited for an answer. Nibbling at my bottom lip, I nodded my head slowly.
“Words, sweetheart. I need words.”
“Yes..yes Eddie, I trust you.”
“Good girl. Lay back for me. You got to taste, now it’s my turn.”
My eyes immediately widened at his words. He wasted no time in hooking his thumbs into my panties and tugging them down my thighs, tossing them on top of his pile of clothes.
“I never got my other pair back.”
“And you never fucking will. You’re lucky if I let you keep these.”
Eddie grinned triumphantly, dipping his head down to leave a heated trail of kisses from the space between my breasts down to my lower stomach. Scooting further down the bed, he settled on his stomach as he grabbed my thighs in both of his large hands and pushed them as far apart as they would go. I gasped when I felt a rush of cool air against my soaking cunt. Eddie’s mouth dropped open as he stared at me, a low groan sounding from deep within his chest.
“Jesus baby..you’re fucking soaked. This all from having my dick in your mouth? My sweet little innocent Y/N isn’t so innocent after all. God..you liked it this much?”
I wasn’t able to form words. I was so turned on and my mind felt hazy. All I could do was nod furiously and moan in response, hoping that was enough to satisfy Eddie. His thumb lightly brushed over my clit and my hips jerked as I cried out. 
“Poor baby, so sensitive. You’ve been such a good girl for me..and so patient waiting your turn. You deserve to come, don’t you?”
“Please, Eddie.”
“Since you asked so nicely, angel. God, you have such a pretty pussy. Didn’t get to have a proper look last time. Prettiest pussy I’ve ever fucking seen. Bet it tastes like fucking honey.”
I didn’t get a chance to respond before Eddie dove face first in between my thighs and started his assault on my clit with his tongue. My stomach clenched and I gripped onto the sheets beside me so hard until my knuckles turned white. Eddie flattened his tongue against me, alternating between swirling his tongue in quick circles around my sensitive nub and flicking his tongue over it repeatedly. I thought I loved his fingers, but fuck..his mouth was something else. 
It was warm and soft, and he absolutely knew what the fuck he was doing. That flame inside me had grown into a roaring wildfire and I didn’t know how long I had until I exploded. My head was spinning, the only thing grounding me to reality was the feeling of Eddie’s head between my thighs. I couldn’t help myself as I reached down to grab a small fistful of his messy curls.
Eddie easily slipped two fingers inside of me without warning, causing me to cry out even louder. I really hoped it wasn’t loud enough for the neighbors to hear but I also didn’t fucking care. The sounds coming from Eddie’s mouth on my pussy were downright pornographic. I could hear him slurping and sucking on my clit, his fingers pistoning inside of me with ease from how wet I was. I couldn’t stay still. My hips seemed to have a mind of their own as they bucked up against Eddie’s face. I didn’t even have time to warn him. Fuck, I didn’t have a warning myself. All at once, my release hit me like a ton of bricks. My body convulsed from the intensity of my orgasm and it felt like jolts of electricity were being sent all throughout my extremities. I could hear myself moaning, but I didn’t even know if I was making sense.
I clamped my thighs around Eddie’s hand and nearly cried as I pushed at his chest. I was so fucking sensitive and overstimulated. I could feel the bed dip beside me underneath Eddie’s weight and felt him peppering kisses along my cheeks and forehead. I could just barely hear his voice whispering lowly in my ear.
“Shh, s’alright baby. You’re alright. Just breathe, angel. Did so good for me, yeah? My good girl. I’ve got you, m’right here pretty girl.”
After a few minutes, I was finally able to catch my breath. My head still felt dizzy, but the room had at least stopped spinning. I opened my eyes slowly, blinking a few times before I turned my head to look at Eddie. He was already staring at me with a huge, goofy grin and those adorable dimples. I blushed as I smiled softly.
“Hi.”
“Hi.”
“Thought I lost you there for a second.”
“I think you did.”
A deep, robust laugh sounded from Eddie’s chest and it was infectious. I grinned as I snuggled into his side, sighing happily when I felt his arm wrap around my back. Eddie pressed a light kiss to the top of my head as my fingertips traced the tattoo that was on his chest. 
“Eddie?”
“Hm?”
“You..you make me really happy.”
He gently grasped my chin between his thumb and index finger, tilting my head back so that we could see each other clearly. There was a look in his eyes that I had never seen before, but it made butterflies erupt in my stomach. Eddie leaned in slightly to bump our noses together, pulling back with a content smile on his lips.
“You make me really happy too, angel.”
I had always been the cynical type. When things seemed to be too good to be true, I usually assumed that they were. But I pushed that pessimistic voice to the back of my head when it came to Eddie. I tried to let myself just..be happy. Things were good, really good. And they could only get better..right?
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✨20 Questions for Fic Writers✨
thanks @nirikeehan for the tag!
1. how many works do you have on ao3?
42
2. what’s your total ao3 word count?
226,296
3. what fandoms do you write for?
Mostly Dragon Age at the moment, plus a hint of Dishonored. In the past I've also written for The Mortal Instruments/Shadowhunter Chronicles and MCU.
4. what are your top five fics by kudos?
Grace In Denial: oneshot, f!Hawke x Anders - mostly fluff with a hint of emotional hurt/comfort Ended in Love: oneshot, f!Trevelyan x Cullen - some classic mage-Templar angst (cw: forced sterilization, abuse) Lamentations of the Living: oneshot, f!Mahariel x Alistair - the Dark Ritual/Ultimate Sacrifice debate It Will Have To Be Enough: oneshot, f!Lavellan x Cullen - Cullen waits for her to come back at Adamant Conditionally: oneshot, f!Lavellan x Cullen - Lavellan's clan does not approve of her relationship with a human
5. do you respond to comments?
I try! But I am very slow at it, and when the backlog gets too much I psych myself out about it. Currently working on convincing myself that it's not weird to reply to comments from many months ago😅
6. what’s the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?
Probably Mostly A Lie,about an Inquisitor who breaks up with Blackwall at his judgement and a Blackwall POV of her subsequent relationship with Cullen
7. what’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?
Apple Whiskey, which is an all around fluffy fic about Alistair helping my Inquisitor Neria escape one of Josephine's parties.
8. do you get hate on fics?
I haven't yet, nope! And I know that if I did, I would bitch about it to my friends, block the user, and delete the comment. So what if we just didn't, hm?
9. do you write smut? if so, what kind?
A bit, perhaps. It's an eventual goal of mine to be more comfortable writing it, but that's definitely a work in progress.
10. do you write crossovers? what’s the craziest one you’ve written?
Nope! Personally not a fan of crossovers.
11. have you ever had a fic stolen?
Nope!
12. have you ever had a fic translated?
Nope!
13. have you ever co-written a fic before?
Sort of, as I participated in the DAFF Discord Server round robin anniversary event where we all popcorn wrote a crackfic. Other than that, nope! I think it could be really fun, though :3
14. what’s your all-time favorite ship?
Horation Caine x Marisol Delko (CSI: Miami - I will never write fic for them but their canon story makes me f e r a l)
15. what’s a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?
My Inquisitor!Carver AU. The idea is compelling af, but I have other DAI retellings that I want to write more.
16. what are your writing strengths?
Character backstory, description in general
17. what are your writing weaknesses?
DIALOGUE, dialogue tags, making endings (to chapters or oneshots) sound like endings without being cheesy AF
18. thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?
I like it, both as a reader and a writer! It can be used well for character flavoring, but is also frequently misused in a way that makes fic harder to read. If it's large chunks of text, especially with plot relevant information, I prefer another indicator that the language has shifted, like italics or a dialogue tag. I think it works best when the author has a reason for it besides "they're speaking another language", like they don't want the readers to understand what's being said, or the character is trying to deceive someone who doesn't speak that language.
19. first fandom you wrote for?
MCU Avengers
20. favorite fic you’ve ever written?
HMMMM probably a toss up between Inquisitor as a Companion: Neria Surana Lavellan (faux DA wiki page entry for my inquisitor) and after all this survival (a snapshot of Siobhan Hawke as Viscountess in Kirkwall)
Blank template below the cut! Tagging: @oxygenforthewicked | @rosella-writes | @demarogue | @plisuu | @exalted-dawn-drabbles | and anyone who wants to use me as their excuse to do this :3
1. how many works do you have on ao3?
2. what’s your total ao3 word count?
3. what fandoms do you write for?
4. what are your top five fics by kudos?
5. do you respond to comments?
6. what’s the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?
7. what’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?
8. do you get hate on fics?
9. do you write smut? if so, what kind?
10. do you write crossovers? what’s the craziest one you’ve written?
11. have you ever had a fic stolen?
12. have you ever had a fic translated?
13. have you ever co-written a fic before?
14. what’s your all-time favorite ship?
15. what’s a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will? T
16. what are your writing strengths?
17. what are your writing weaknesses?
18. thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?
19. first fandom you wrote for?
20. favorite fic you’ve ever written?
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Do you write for Carver Hawke? I’m quite curious if you are because there’s only like 5 ‘x reader’ writings for him and I want more, lol
I do plan to write for him (and he’s in the ask that’s still a WIP oops) !! I’m more familiar with him than Bethany, but I do intend to try and write the Hawke twins :)
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I need help finding a story. I started it yesterday but my app closed out before I got to save it and now I can’t find it. It was an Eddie x Reader story, I believe it was part 1 of 2. Jason Carver’s adopted sister, you have a crush on Eddie, you just transferred to Hawking from a boarding school.
I only was in the beginning of the story but the reader had been at lunch, she leave making her way out to the picnic table. Eddie is there, they exchange conversation but Eddie is not the nicest and she leaves crying.
That is all I remember, if anyone know what story this is and what’s to send it my way. Greatly appreciate.
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Birds of a Feather (Carver Hawke x Reader) Part 1
A/n: Hey guys! This is the first time I’m posting a fic for Dragon Age. I have a huge soft spot for Carver Hawke, and since incest is a no-no, I decided to start a Reader-insert series. I’ve been writing reader-inserts for five years, so here’s a way for me to stay in my comfort zone and to be in my element! - Mod Ren
Word Count: 1,932
Summary: For your whole life, weapons and combat were all you knew. Crafting weapons became the family business, and it was quite a successful one. You and your older brother, Edyn, took the mantle and got to the top of the weapons trade in Kirkwall. You were taught that business and family were your priorities, and that was all you needed to worry about. Then came along Carver Hawke. He was brash, rude, and seemed to get on every last nerve you didn’t even know you had. But maybe the two of you had more in common than you realized.
You careened around the corner, trying to lose the small group of unhappy men behind you. They recognized you from the various weapons deals you organized specifically theirs. From the looks of it, they weren’t satisfied, and they were not going let it settle it verbally. Starting a fight in broad daylight was comical; you decided to run instead.
So, like you almost never did, you went into the Hanged Man to hide.
You burst through the doors, capturing the attention of most of the patrons, and you went straight to Varric’s room, or whatever he liked to call it. You knew him quite well; you met him after royally pissing Batrand off. Since then, a solid friendship formed.
You were moving so fast, your shoulder clipped the door frame and you tripped over one of Varric’s many books. A loud THUD resonated around the room, and you wouldn’t be surprised if the majority of the tavern heard it.
Varric stared at you as you pulled yourself back to your feet with a grunt. “Nice of you to drop in, (L/n),” he chuckled. “It’s been a while. What brings you to my humble abode?”
“Oh, you know,” you promptly noticed a woman and a man standing next to him; you assumed the two of them were related, but otherwise, you didn’t recognize them at all. “the usual.” You grabbed the edge of the table and pulled yourself up from the grungy floor.
“You never come here, so there isn’t a usual that I know of.”
You paused, and then nodded. “Ah, right. There were some people who aren’t very happy about their order they made a while back. I reckon they want a refund, be it by getting their money back or by causing physical harm in my direction.”
“I don’t know why I expected it be a normal friendly visit...” Varric sighed dramatically.
You just rolled your eyes and sat in a chair next to him. Might as well stay and chat for a while.
He re-situated himself and gestured to the two strangers. “This is Hawke and her brother, Carver. I’m sure you’ve heard of them.” Varric was eager to introduce them to you, or was it the other way around?
You frowned, trying to recall the names, but nothing came to mind. “Can’t say I have,” By all three of their expressions, they must’ve found it surprising. “am I supposed to know?”
“At least one person doesn’t know who you are.” Carver grumbled to Hawke.
“I don’t really make it a point to know everyone Kirkwall. There are only so many things worth putting my time into.”
“Like doing back-alley deals?” Carver snapped again.
He was already getting your nerves. “Like working for a seedy man who runs a mercenary gang?” You narrowed your eyes. How dare he call your job “back-alley deals.”
“So you do know who we are?” Hawke added; she wasn’t nearly as hostile as her brother.
You shook your head. “I recognize the armor; it’s weak. He doesn’t know what decent and nice-looking armor is. I bet your blades are shit, too.”
Tension was slowly rising, but Varric was adjusted with your behavior and personality, and knew just how to deal with it. “Her brother is the best weapons dealer and rogue Kirkwall has ever seen. Does his business selectively; if you piss him off, and you won’t be a customer.”
You gave the dwarf a death glare. “And I work with him! Don’t give Edyn all the credit; most of the time, I’m the one doing the real work!” You had a sibling rivalry issue yourself. Edyn was the oldest, strongest, and a man. Of course, he was more noticeable than you. However, you were the one who made the connections, got information, and secured the deals. Edyn always ended up stealing your thunder.
Varric held his hands up in surrender. “My bad, (L/n), didn’t know I would hurt your feelings.” He teased, but you just grumbled.
Hawke glanced at Carver, and you wondered if their relationship held any similarities to yours. Maybe you and Carver had more in common than you realized?
You threw your legs up on the table and got comfortable. “Since we’re on the subject, you’re our favorite customer Varric. Just finished some new arrows, and I did some work on them to fit Bianca. Sharpest arrows I’ve ever made.”
You and Varric launched into a deal as if Hawke and Carver weren’t even there. And you liked it that way; you didn’t know them, they didn’t know you. While you wanted to be acknowledged for you exceptional work, the less people who knew your name, the better.
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Hawke and Carver had long since sat down, and eventually joined the conversation. You and Carver occasionally snapped at each other, but that irritation was quickly ushered away each time.
You heard heavy footsteps coming down the hall and you muttered, “Lovely...” Immediately after, Edyn appeared in the doorway with a scowl on his face. He looked very angry.
“Edyn! Come on in; stay a while!” Varric said with a hint of sarcasm. Edyn wasn’t exactly his favorite person.
“Varric,” Edyn’s voice was cold and deep. He looked down at you and his tone became sharper, “(Y/n).”
“Brother,” You said in a sickeningly sweet voice, with a smile to match. “nice of you to join me! Meet my new friends!”
“I’m not your friend.” Carver sneered.
“Shut it, Carter!”
“It’s Carver!”
Hawke pinched the bridge of her nose and sighed. This was either going to end decently, or it was going to end in disaster. The latter seemed more likely.
Edyn introduced himself in a few syllables, but he took more time with Hawke. Smooth, and confident.
He told her, “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Hawke.” He grabbed her hand and gently kissed the back of it, and she promptly pulled her hand away as politely as she could.
You scoffed openly. “You sure your wife is going to like knowing you greet other women that way?” You looked at Hawke. “You’re lucky; I can’t remember the last time he showed manners like those.”
“I can’t remember the last time I’ve seen any man with manners like those.” Hawke replied, and you grinned a little. You liked her more than you thought you would.
Edyn was not amused, “She wouldn’t believe you even if you told her,” his wife didn’t like you in the slightest.
“Of course she wouldn’t. I don’t know why you married her; the bitch that hates your sister and tried to kick her out of the house.” It was true; she did everything in her power to throw you out, but Edyn at least cared enough to keep you.
Edyn didn’t even try to deal with you as you insulted his wife. “Let’s get going; we have a buy in Hightown at midnight and we still have to get everything together.”
Like always, the only days he could spend time with you, were wasted with deals and purchases and trade-offs and what not. You missed the days when you actually had a brother, not a business partner. That was one of the few things that could make you shed a tear.
Growing up, you were taught that crying was a weakness. You weren’t supposed to get attached to anyone but family. Edyn didn’t seem to care about your well-being anymore, and it left you bitter and cold towards him. What’s the use in trying if he didn’t love his sister, his only living family, anymore?
“What a shocker. You’re never here to simply see me, your sister, only to get me because there’s a job.” You sighed. Edyn opened his mouth to say something, but you didn’t want to hear it. “Oh no, no need to apologize. Not that you would. Anyway, let’s get going to do the job you always take the credit for! What fun!”
Varric didn’t know if he should laugh at your thick sarcasm or stay silent as you walked out the door. Edyn had a death grip on the back of your chair and a scary expression on his face; he didn’t want to deal with any of your shit.
Upon seeing Edyn’s reaction, Varric courageously came to your defense. “She’s right, you know,” his input earned him a threatening look from the man two times his size. “(Y/n) does just as much work as you do in your family business, if not more. And Maker forbid you actually act like her brother.” It seemed like your friendship with Varric was stronger than either of you thought.
“I didn’t come her for a lecture, dwarf. Keep to yourself, will you?” Edyn snarled and he went after you.
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Hawke stood there awkwardly after Edyn left. She didn’t know what to say. You seemed nice enough, Varric trusted you. And you clearly knew what you were doing, instead of being an immature rookie who bragged and over exaggerated.
She’d be a good ally; She’s sure of it.
“Quite the pair, those two,” Carver said. “they’re-”
Varric stopped him in his tracks, “I can tell that you and (Y/n) aren’t going to get along, but you really do need to be careful with your words. If we can get her and Edyn to supply us for the Deep Roads, we’d almost be untouchable,” He was completely serious. “I’m already getting the high-quality stuff. For me, at least. No doubt about it. Get on her bad side entirely, or both of them, you’ll be left with a dull sword and armor weak enough to be every-day clothes.”
“Isn’t he already on her bad side?” Hawke asked. She was amused by it. “Looks like you’ll be Darkspawn bait, Carver.”
“She’s very tolerant, believe it or not. You’ll definitely be able tell if she outright hates you.” Varric informed them.
Not only were you a close friend, but a very valuable person to have on his side. You were close enough for him to know your backstory, how you got to Kirkwall, where you lived, what makes you happy/angry/upset, things like that.
Varric himself had yet to make you angry. He once saw you get angry at a dishonest customer, but he had no idea how truly angry you could get. No one did.
“Two questions,” Hawke inquired, “first one, how do we stay in her good graces?”
“Simple. Don’t lie to her face and try not to be an asshole,” Varric yawned. “not hard at all. Next question.”
Carver knew the next one. “Where do we find her?” He assumed that you were going to be a hard person to find.
Varric grinned. “You don’t find her, she finds you. Usually. I know where she stays, but I found that out by accident and I’m not telling a soul.”
“Can I get a hint?” Hawke joked, “Just give me a general area. I won’t send a search party, I promise!”
“The only hint I’ll give, is that she’s in Kirkwall.”
Hawke rolled her eyes. “Thank you, Varric, that really narrows it down... Do you know if she and her brother sell staves?”
The dwarf shook his head. “No, I believe they only have staff blades. They’re not big fans of mages, so keep that in mind.”
“Why?”
“I don’t think she would care if I said anything, but I’m going to play it safe and keep my mouth shut. Sorry, Hawke.”
Hawke nodded, accepting the answer she was given. Granted, she wanted to know, but respecting your privacy was something she was willing to do.
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barbex · 4 years
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What I did in... April?
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Who the fuck even knows what month it is?
Anyway, I did things and I’m telling you about it because this is my blog. 
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[Lost Templar in Skyhold] got a new chapter. We’re at chapter 24 now and the story has taken on a new(?) turn. I noticed a while back that, if your inquisitor is a templar, you are in quite a different position in regards to mages and the mage-templar war and you also have the additional problem of a lyrium addiction. 
I can imagine that some readers might find this boring, not enough hitting people with Silencer powers and all that, but I think it perfectly shows how the chantry not only fucked the mages over but also fucked the templars over. And the longer I think about this, the more I’m sure that I’ll have to dismantle the chantry completely, possibly invent a new religion, to bring real change. (Religion??? I don’t want to deal with religion, wtf?)
That’s not even touching the dalish and the messing with forces older than Thedas itself, that Merrill brings into this story. I love writing Merrill as a scholar in this story but oh boy, it certainly challenges me on the lore front. And it brings in gods and religion again, why must I deal with all that?
Also there’s lyrium lying around everywhere and that shit is poisonous? Why is nobody mentioning that?
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[Circuits In Lifetimes], modern AU cyberpunk, Cullen x Sebastian. This fic is part of a series we gifted @cullenlovesmen​ and I’m so happy we managed to pull this off. 
We wrote fics where these two soulmates kept meeting through time and worlds, pining and falling in love again and again. I think all the fics turned out to be amazing and wonderful.
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[Nightair in Lowtown], a little pandemic fic. Technically I published it May First but I wrote it in April so I’m mentioning it here. 
The pandemic kicked me in the butt, writing wise and this was me trying to get it out of my system. So in this fic, there’s a pandemic in Kirkwall, Merrill discovers germs, mages blow the bad air out of the city, and Carver and Merrill get locked up together in the resulting storm. And things happen, nudge nudge, wink wink.
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I read and loved:
[The Far Shore] by aban_asaara @aban-asaara, Fenris x Hawke. I can’t praise this fic enough, it’s so exciting, romantic, and pains me in all the right ways.
[Limits] by Viscariafields @nug-juggler, Fenris x Hawke. Navigating the sexual relationship with all the problems of two damaged people, it’s very well done.
[Beloved One, Teach Me] by hobbitdragon, Delrin Barris x The Iron Bull. The pairing I never knew I needed.
[Getting Lost With You] by amarmeme @amarmeme. Carver x Merrill and it’s so sweet, I can hardly handle it.
[Lady of Light], and [I'll Be Your Baby Tonight] by LauraEMoriarty @lauraemoriarty​, Cullen x Trevelyan. One traditional, one modern AU, both I have the pleasure of beta reading and editing and they are so good!
Well, friends and squiggles, what did you all read and write?
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roguelioness · 7 years
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Roguelioness Writes Masterpost
DAI NPC One-shots
Giles
Refugee Hunter
Hyndel Sr.
Lisette
Adan
Mihris
Widow Maura
Bianca
One-eyed Jimmy
Bron
Redcliffe Storyteller
Scout Liesel
Enchanter Ellendra
Lord Berand
Elven Widower
Farmer’s Market Solas [Solas x Neria Lavellan] [NSFW]
Apples - Fruit has never quite looked so appealing before.
Strawberries - Daydreaming during a dinner date.
Oranges - Breakfast the morning after.
Pomegranate - Reshaping old memories into better ones.
Bananas - A helping hand... in more ways than one.
Grapes - Making things better after some unkind gossip.
Peaches - A vacation at the beach turns to more.
Mangoes - A gift from a friend offers a new shared experience.
Melons - Distraction has never felt better.
Apple Pie - Baking together has its advantages.
Random One-Shots
Clambering [slightly NSFW] - The reader goes rock climbing with Cullem
Still - Lavellan knows why she loves the Dread Wolf.
Bellanaris - He will not settle for ephemeral when he desires eternity.
Epicure - Lavellan doesn’t share food.
Dreaded - she would become the monster he hunted to keep him safe.
Sustenance - His dreams were torture, but they kept him going.
Recall - The Inquisitor keeps notes on all her companions.
Moving On - Lavellan searches for love after Solas breaks her heart.
Deliverance - The growth of Cullen, Templar, Knight-Captain, Commander of the Inquisition.
Perseverance - Lavellan does not shatter when Solas leaves.
Solace Sought - He kept his promise, but he paid too high a price.
Love Still Kept Open - Solas gives Lavellan the strength to keep her promise.
Vengeance - [Dark AU] Solas wants revenge for Lavellan.
Bitter, Sweet [NSFW] - A collab with @tel-abelas-mofo! Solas cannot resist Lavellan, even when he tries.
Moo-ving Shenanigans - Bull is drunk, and thinks Krem is dead [light-hearted!]
Fear - She thought she knew what lurked in the dark, but she was wrong.
Vacillation - Varric debates whether or not the Inquisition needs Hawke.
The Beginning of the End - Solas and Leana deal with the news of Mythal’s death.
The huntress and the enchanter - a non-canon fairy tale AU of Solas and Lavellan.
Once Upon A Dream - Lavellan can’t stop thinking about Solas (a gift for @designfailure56)
Linarel Laimelin
Giving In - Linarel and Minaeve’s escapade is discovered by Solas. [NSFW]
Burn - Solas fights his attraction for the Dalish outcast.
Scars - Linarel tells Solas about her past.
A Rogue’s Finesse [Daniella “Dani” Trevelyan] [Clumsquisitor]
Chapter 1 - Before The Inquisition
Chapter 2 - Haven
Chapter 3 - The Hinterlands
Fictober 2018 Masterpost
Vanessa Cousland x Alistair [canon and non-canon]
Divergence [Post- Landsmeet] - Alistair and Vanessa must live with their decisions.
Break Faith With Me - Vanessa is furious with Anora, and isn’t afraid to let the Queen know.
Not So Sneaky [College AU] - Alistair can’t quite hide his eavesdropping.
Sundered - She thought he loved her. Why would he do this?
Falling [Tower of Ismal] - This was where they would die.
Deirdre Hawke x Fenris [canon and non-canon]
Blame - Why was she held responsible for everything?
Blossom - Deirdre can’t help but think about her siblings.
Sweet Defeat [NSFW] - A sparring session becomes quite heated.
Fen’asha Lavellan x Solas [non-canon]
Forget You Had Memories, Lover Mine - Harsh truths and bitter memories.
Spider’s Web - Who is the real enemy?
Neria Lavellan x Solas [canon and non-canon]
In Your Heart Shall Burn - Fen’harel needs one more thing before he can set his plan in motion.
New Lives (Papa! Solas) - Solas anxiously awaits the arrival of his child.
Tangled In Lies - Solas learns the price of deceit.
The Length Of His Shadow - Even when he is not with her, he watches over her.
Ties That Bind [NSFW] - Lavellan entices Solas with the antaam-saar.
Temptation - Solas does not believe himself to be impulsive.
Dread [canon] - He is the monster her people made him out to be.
The Other Side [canon] - He made his choice, and he must live with it.
Bedtime Stories [canon] - Solavellan fluff. 
Chaos [canon] - Neria encounters Solas at the end of Trespasser.
Till Death Do Us Part - There is but one truth he was certain of, and now she is no longer.
The Villains They Play - He was never her enemy, but he cannot see that.
Distractions and Delays [NSFW] - Neria has a meeting with Josephine, but Solas has other plans.
Remorse - She has no place to go to, not even her sanctuary.
Amaryllis Trevelyan x Cullen Rutherford
 Nightmares - Cullen comforts Amaryllis after a nightmare.
Sniffles - Amaryllis is sick, and doesn’t like it one bit.
The Lion, Her Rock - He keeps her grounded when she feels like she’s falling apart.
Heart and Home - She’s worse for wear, but will not wait to get back to him.
Reminders - Amaryllis is reminded of what’s most important to her.
Danielle [Dani] Trevelyan x Iron Bull
Exquisite - He marvels at what their relationship brings.
Megara Tabris x Zevran Aranai
Puissant - Zevran’s target isn’t as easy as he thought.
Krem x Inquisitor 
Shadows In The Spotlight - Krem watches her from the sidelines.
Realization - He wants her, but she belongs to someone else.
Krem x Maryden
Silver Tongues - Krem is fascinated by the minstrel in Haven’s tavern.
For Her - He needs to keep her safe. He must.
A Whole New World Drabbles [Samarra Bayart]
Indulgence [slightly NSFW?] - Solas’ POV from Chapter 27. Eating cake has never sounded more erotic. 
Unfading Desires [NSFW] - spin-off from Chapter 80; Samarra decides to enjoy Fen’harel’s personal chamber the best she can.
Where She Does Walk - Solas talks to Samarra about the choices she is faced with.
Stained Glass Smiles - A snippet of Samarra’s life on Earth.
The First Thing On Her Mind - When she falls, she calls for him.
Errors And Guilt - Samarra’s decision results in a near-fatal mistake.
Seduction [NSFW] - Samarra teases Solas with stockings.
Maybe - Samarra is faced with a man she knows well, but she has to hide it from him.
Tears - Samarra reminisces about her fiance.
Hawke And Co.
Red Herring - Hawke is up to no good, and Varric is along for the ride.
She Has Both Warmth And Flame - Varric is concerned about Bethany’s insistence to accompany Hawke to the Deep Roads.
Impulsive - Hawke confesses her feelings over a beer bottle.
Cognizance - Carver has some revelations about his sister.
Original Works [random]
Sorcha of Asvor [original work] - done for @designfailure56‘s original character.
Pasta Fever [original work] - Crack! fic as a result of a conversation with @kaoruyogi
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therealmnemo · 7 years
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Rules: tag the person who tagged you, always post the rules, answer the questions, and add the date!  
Both @thejourneymaninn and @hollyand-writes tagged me for this <3
What are your five most popular works?  
Oh boy, hits or kudos? Because they do not match lol. Anywho, by kudos:
A Surprise in the Snow (93 kudos) - Fenris/m!Hawke. While Hawke is at Skyhold, Fenris finds something left behind by slavers. This is part of my little bird series, one of my first fanfics, and my rare m!Hawke fics.. and it’s been my most popular even after everything I’ve written. Yay kidfic!
I Need A Hero (90 kudos) - Fenris/Anders. Modern au with Cop!Fenris and Firefighter!Anders, based on art by @sixlilypetals and written for the @daficswap. I had a lot of fun writing this, and I’ve got an outline for a sequel that I’m writing for TBAAs giveway.
I Have Promises to Keep, And Miles to Go Before I Sleep (86 kudos) - Fenris/Anders. False calling prompt from @tearsofwinter. It zoomed up after adding the less ambiguous happy ending that was also requested from Tears :D
Infinity in Pieces (73 kudos) - Anders/Fenris/f!Hawke. Mermaid/Soulmate/Modernish au. This was written as a giveaway for my own blog for @fenrisofseheron. It’s my first multi-chapter that I finished and feel like it could be fleshed out a bit more, but it was fun :) 
I’m going to put down both of these, because they’re a couple kudos apart, but I think they’re about equally as popular I am a Question to the World (66 kudos) and  You Could Be Happy (61 kudos) - these are my drabble collections for Anders and Fenris weeks last year, respectively. There are pieces in them that stand out and I think they’re popular for those reasons. For Anders - “And Baby Makes Four” and “I’m Still Here”. For Fenris - “Surprises” and “Flight”. (One of my fave fenhawke writers gave me kudos after Surprises and I almost cried, and I got the most comments ever on the Flight chapter on any of my works and almost cried again.)
What are your five least popular works?
Not counting podfics or small drabbles that were originally tumblr prompts:
Critics Be Damned (11 kudos) - Gen. Varric thinks about everyone he’s lost during the changes of Thedas and what he leaves behind. I mostly got inspired by the ‘Hard in Hightown: Chatper ???” Codex.
I Still Hope (14 kudos) - Anders/f!Hawke. Got inspired by the song ‘I Know You Care’ by Ellie Goulding and wrote a bit of reflection for an f!Hawke that worries over Anders losing himself more and more to his cause. She doesn’t mourn his cause, she mourns that it has to be fought to begin with. I don’t know if that came through well enough, though.
Flight, Sundered. (15 kudos) - Anders/Fenris/f!Hawke. My poor, abandoned WiP about a Tranquil Hawke’s journey through the events of Kirkwall. It only has one chapter up. Someday I’ll get back to it. 
His Hands Shake (20 kudos) - Carver, implied Carver/Merrill. My very first fic, written for a Secret Santa. Templar Carver going through lyrium withdrawal and getting hope from Varric about the recovery thing that Cullen set up. 
The River Always Finds the Sea (21 kudos) - Karl Thekla/Anders. This is the third fic in my merfic series. I’ve come back to write this before I get back into the main series. It’s written from Karl’s POV of his time in the Gallows Circle and his relationship with Anders while he’s in captivity. 
Are you surprised? Why?
Not really? I’m a f!Hawke writer mostly, but m!Hawke tends to just really pull in readers, so seeing that continually rise to the top (an m!FenHanders one is the next in popularity) kind of bums me but I’m still proud of it. My Fenris x Anders pieces I wasn’t too surprised because the community is super thirsty for more fics (we are, I will consume them alllll) and we really look out for each other. As for the less popular ones.. still not that surprised. One is a gen and it’s super sad, the others consist of ships with Anders and f!Hawke (which just aren’t as popular), one’s a Carver fic, and the last one is a Kanders. All pairs and subjects that just aren’t that popular. 
Optional: If you want to calculate this, what are your works’ average number of notes? Idek, part of the reason of notes difference, will be cross-posting to tumblr as well as originally posting these under a different tumblr name.
Today’s date, so you can see how your results might change if you do this again in a year.
08/05/2017
Tag six people to do this next! 
I was super late in answering this, so I don’t know who all has already done it :(... tagging @pikestaff, @the-arkadian, @storybookhawke, @dorianpink, @cypheroftyr, @warriormaggie :)
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