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snowsinterlude · 4 months

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the ballad of money, power, and glory.

(coriolanus snow x reader x lucy gray baird)

summary: being lucy gray's best friend, you were always updated on her life, not knowing how she truly felt for you. and now, with coriolanus snow being your new friend, it was odd seeing them fighting so much over your attention, with you not knowing that both of them were obsessively in love with you.

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c.w: lucy gray baird, coriolanus snow, implied aromantic reader, yandere behavior from both of them (nothing too serious), unrequited love, drama, jealousy, love triangle, obsessive love. contains some movie/book accurate mentions but nothing very important, violent content, lucy is mentioned to have been your first kiss, commedy in the end.

chapter one: money.

"god, you gotta see her, snow." lucy beamed, her smile going from ear to ear as she talked about you. "she's so cute! i think she's the love of my life, truly." she said

snow frowned at her words. in the capitol, it wasn't seen in good lights to have someone talking so passionately about other person of the same gender. he rolled his eyes internally, his arms were on the back of his back as he walked behind her. supposedly, you were going to be waiting for them at the train station.

he walked, and walked, and walked. all of those minutes were awfully torturing his soul as he watched lucy gray talk more and more about you- as if she hadn't done it during the entire hunger games already. like on the zoo, when he thought she would be crying from fear of dying when, in reality, she was crying from fear of not seeing you for a last time.

he remembered it perfectly, better than he remembered the biology classes he had. lucy bawling her eyes out silently, still sobbing as she looked at him and explained how much she owed you- how much she loved you. it was like she couldn't think of anything other than you.

"she is always so pretty, so sickeningly beautiful. i can't stand the thought of losing her, snow. i wanna be with her." she said, her eyes red and puffed while her nose was as red as a tomato.

"have you told her about it?" he asked, face leaned on his fist as he observed the singer cry.

"no, snow." she answered, sniffing. "i've made a mistake," she chuckled, wanting to slap herself.

"what did you do?"

'i only noticed i love her now."

remebering that, snow started thinking that you should be the most beautiful girl of district 12- or that maybe you didn't had a single flaw on your skin por something like that. maybe you were one of those who hypnotized people at your surroundings to make them percieve you like the most desired thing they wished for.

but then he saw you from afar, waiting for lucy gray while your eyes roamed through the crowd. he didn't asked for you, no, never. he never asked you to blink like a doll, to look at him with those shining eyes and god, whatever it was that snapped inside you made him obsessed with the thought of having you as his main prize.

his thoughts were interrupted by the sight of lucy gray baird hugging you tightly, kissing your face multiple times as you laughed, hands on her waist as you kissed her face too. he cleared his throat, awkwardly.

"ah, snow. that's my best friend, my soulmate, y/n" she said, and you chuckled before shaking his hand.

"pleasured to meet you, yn. im-"

"coriolanus snow, i know." you said, kissing the back of his hand in a theatrical manner. "hello."

"you know?"

"yeah, my dear lucy told me all about you. and, let's be sincere, you were on the tv during the interviews on the hunger games." you said, smiling while shaking his hand "i'm happy you helped her!" you said

the spark that shone in his heart was fueled furiously by your words. 'your desde lucy'? what's that, a movie?

that was the first time he felt jealousy.

chapter two: power.

lucy gray baird was your best friend since kindergarden. what could you say? sandbox love never dies.

well, her love for you seemed to have grown sharp as a way to protect you and herself from the ones that could hurt you. that's why she glanced at snow menancingly as he forced his place between you both at the bar. when you were dancing with some older group of old ladies, she finally spoke up.

"what are you doing?" she asked, not looking into his eyes, and she didn't needed to for him to know she was angry.

"what do you mean?" he asked, faking innocence.

"don't act innocent, coriolanus." she growled, frowning "she's mine."

"i don't recall asking for that information." he said, smiling at the sight of your happy face dancing with other elders.

"you will not take her away from me." she said, getting up and walking to you only to playfully grab your waist and your hand, dancing with you while coriolanus watched.

you were so dazzling beautiful in his eyes, he just had to have you. it wasn't his fault that lucy gray thought and felt the same way about you.

with that in mind, lucy gray baird punch on his face was unexpected.

"what the fuck, baird?!"

"i told you to leave her alone! you are a fucking peacekeeper, coriolanus! when will you stop that?!"

"'that' what???" he asked, voice loud enough for him to frown at it.

"don't feign dumb, you disgraceful blond. you know she has sensible hearing and you bring her in to fucking SHOT at trees?" she screamed. the singer had the most defiant frown on her face, making it clear just how much she was willing to go for you.

his expression seemed to calm down, his stare on her became confused. "i... i didn't know- she didn't tell me-"

"oh of course you don't know. do you even bother asking?!" she asked, her eyes boring holes into him. "get away from her, snow."

and she left him behind just like that.

of course he wouldn’t know how sensitive you were when it comes to your hearing. he would never get to know you the way she did. but behind that façade, she hated herself for introducing him to you.

at this moment, she hated snow as much as he hated her.

chapter three: glory.

that wasn't on your plans.

you were aware of your friendship with lucy being a bit too... sweet. you didn't care about it. she was still your best friend and you were still the girl who saved her from that ginger girl.

when you met coriolanus snow, you could already see history repeating itself. lucy was jealous and coriolanus was obsessive. this match would end up being your death, probably.

you didn't really liked them the way they wished you did. you were aware of how much coriolanus liked you, from the moment you kissed the back of your hand till now.

and yet, you were still not into the singer nor the victor, you were fine on your own and decided that a long time ago. you wouldn't be a good girlfriend, couldn't even take care of yourself, how would you take care of someone else?

for that motive, and others, that i won't be able to speak about, you never liked anyone. and people started thinking it was lucy gray's fault, with her cunt m constant bragging about being your first kiss. and she was, but you not liking anyone wasn't her fault, you truly just couldn't seem to find someone who was just right to you.

with that being said, you were the one angry at them right now. what the hell that has happened between them, envolved you, and you weren't having it.

"i don't love any of you," you said, for their own shock.

chapter four: the ballad of the unloved ones.

sitting still on front of you, lucy gray baird felt like she was punched on her heart, losing air from her lungs quickly than actually needed. coriolanus, right by her side, felt the urge to throw up as he recieved the unhappy news of how you didn't loved them.

it was the truth, though. but you still held them on each of your arms and let them take in the affirmation of how you felt about them.

"but-" lucy begun, shaking a bit from the anxiety on her chest.

"-no, lu. i'm sorry," you said, "i don't really feel like loving anyone. i never loved anyone, not in this way though." you cooed, giving her the comfort of your kisses on her forehead.

"but maybe, if we j-just-" coriolanus stopped in his tracks when you shook your head negatively, your fingers drawing patterns on his scalp, and he almost meowed at it.

"sorry, dear. i only love you both as friends." you said.

and they understood you after a long talking, a bunch of silent tears and sobs from their delusions.

by the end of the day, they were at the bar, both looking pathetically red from the way they cried after it.

"sorry for punching you on the nose," lucy said, and she looked like a ghost, finger tracing patterns on a cup. "i don't wanna lose her," she goes.

"sorry for shooting the mocking jays on that evening," he said, sipping on his cup. he was refering to the evening where she punch him.

"you did what."

"uh. i shot the mocking jays."

"coruolanus 'm gonna shoot you in the ass." she growled.

they were back to being friends, and made sure to protect you. just because you didn't reciprocated none of their feelings it didn't mean they would start bitchin' about it (even though they did for like, two weeks.)

so, them both heard festus with his friends talking about you- it wasn't nothing good. and which better way to end him than punching him?

yeah, they were still your best friends. you still loved them dearly with each part of your being.

but just as friends.

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saberlight1 · 5 months

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oaths & songbirds — coriolanus snow

pairing: coriolanus snow x fem!reader

warnings: slight tbosas spoilers, mentions of violence and ptsd, trauma, slight toxic and possessive snow, Y/N usage, standard hunger games warnings.

authors note: hiii!! i’m glad you all enjoyed part 1 to this story, it is linked here, and part 3 is here. i loved the ballad and coriolanus & lucy gray’s chemistry and relationship was so beautifully displayed, i had to write about it. also, the song Y/N sings is linked here, the girl singing is how i imagine her to sound. anyways, i hope you enjoy!

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The bright blue sky had faded into orange and pink, you and the Covey all now scattered around the land. Maude and Lucy Gray sat on the dock, feet in the water as they sang random melodies they came up with, Issac sitting behind them drumming along with a beat.

That left you and Coryo, who were laid together on a blanket under a tree, in each other’s arms. You laid in his lap, his arms wrapped around you, a warm feeling in the both of you chest’s. You softly sang a song to him— one you had recently came up with.

In the time of the harvest, the leaves fallin’ down.

I held what my true love could reap from the ground.

But the bounty of a garden can all rot away,

Without love and protection and a hard will to stay.

I’ll never have a garden again.

Where I fall to my knees and work with the land.

Now I’m just prayin’ with two dirty hands.

I’ll never, no, never have a garden again.

You finished the song with a breath, your hands going to nervously fidget.

“Your singing is beautiful.” Coryo whispered. “Did you write that?”

“Yeah, I did.” You softly smiled. “It’s not done, but I came up with it the other night.” You looked up, hearing the mockingjay’s repeat the melody you had sang.

Coryo followed your gaze. “I’ve never seen those type of birds before.”

“Mockingjays, as we call ‘em, or as Lucy Gray does.” You explained, smiling at the thought of your beloved cousin.

“Well, I like it so far. Your songs are always beautiful.” He smiled, leaning down to kiss your nose.

You giggled, your hand going up to grab him to connect your lips. You exchanged a passionate kiss, the boy always kissing you like you were his air. He slowly broke apart, leaving small pecks on your lips before he pulled you closer.

“I wish it could be like this all the time,” You sighed.

“Me too, baby.” He brushed some hair out of your eyes, studying you for a moment. “It could be… if you came to the Capitol—”

“No, Coryo.” You cut him off with a wave of your hand. “I mean out here. In nature, away from it all. I don’t want to go back to the Capitol ever again. I don’t belong there.”

He deflated, shaking his head. “Y/N, you know I have to go back eventually..”

A breath of air left your lips, his words leaving you frowning. “I know,” your eyes casted downwards, away from his.

He bent down slightly, leaving a kiss on your lips. “I’m not gone yet, my songbird. I’m still here,”

His actions brought a small smile to your face, as your hands came up to grip his lovingly. “I.. I’m sorry I make things difficult. I’m torn, Coryo. I don’t want to be without you, but I refuse to live that life in the Capitol.”

“You don’t make things difficult, my love. I understand. You were brought up out here, it‘s your home.” He muttered, staring into your eyes with a loving gaze. “I will figure it out— We will. Don’t worry, baby.” He left another kiss on your lips, this one longer and washing all of your worries away. When you pulled back for air, the boy turned to dig in his bag, turning back to you with an orange shawl in his hand.

“What’s this?” You asked, sitting up and turning to him.

He swallowed the lump in his throat, passing it to you. “It was my mother’s, and I’d like for you to have it.”

“Oh, Coryo,” You smiled, clutching it. “Thank you, really.” You brought up to your nose, inhaling deeply. “Mm, still smells like roses.”

He smiled down at you with adoration.

“I’ll take good care of it, I promise. Thank you, sweetheart.” You said, your accent showing. “You must miss your family so much out here.”

“I do.” He answered. “I worry about them all the time.”

“…Would you really go back, though?” You met his eye again. “If you could,”

“I have to, it’s where I belong. Like how you belong out here.”

You nodded, breaking your eye contact. “Yeah, I get it. I’m sorry.” Your gaze turned back to the water in front of you.

“Hey..” He scooted closer to you.

You shook your head. “What if this was our life, Coriolanus?” You asked, and his attention was immediately on you with the use of his actual name. “Out here, waking up whenever. Catching our own food, living out by the lake— I mean, would you still feel the need for the Capitol even then?” You further went on, urging him to listen to you.

“Hey, lovebirds!” Lucy Gray called with a giggle, causing the pair of you to break apart. “C’mere! CeCe and Issac caught dinner!” She waved, as Issac held up some fish they had caught.

You sighed, shaking your head once again at Coryo before you stood up to join them, Coriolanus on your tail.

As the night went on, the previous worries were now in the back of your mind as you sang a song with Lucy Gray, a smile on your face.

However, as Coriolanus watched you, the same worries were front and present in his mind. In fact, he couldn’t think of anything else. He knew somehow, someway he had to convince you to come with him. He couldn’t leave you behind, not again.

He didn’t know if you’d still be here when he got back.

‘What if this was our life, Coriolanus? Would you still feel the need for the Capitol, even then?’ Your past words ringing in his ears as his smile dropped. If he didn’t lure you in soon, you’d fly away with the mockingjays into the wind, never to be his again.

He couldn’t have that.

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evilminji · 7 months

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Actually? WOULD Earth be the ones to petition Oa?

They are interstellar Space Interpol. You don't usually call them on different parts of your OWN settlements or systems. You call them in when someone is breaking THE Laws. Not necessarily YOUR laws, though obviously by breaking THE laws they clearly ARE. But THE Big Laws(tm).

Like Geneva Convention for Space type laws.

You have discovered Planet or King X is committing WAR CRIMES. Call Oa. Tax fraud? That's an inter-personal planet side issue they can't help you with. Pointing Nukes at your nursery settlement and threatening to blow up the infants there unless you give them sex-slaves?

Knock-knock! Taste HARD Light Constructs!

But if so? Then how would the situation get so out of hand on Earth? With the G.I.W.? Simple. Tell me, Mr. President, what do you know of the current day to day life of villagers in rural Siberia?

That they exist? Could you even NAME their village, if I referenced specific individuals? Likely not. And no one would realistically expect you too.

There are countless planets out there! With Leaders busy with local industrial conferences and infrastructure bills. Farming regulations. Talks with that planet a few stars over. Very busy. What do THEY know of Earth? Why would they NEED too?

But! As we know, Ectoplasm is EVERYWHERE. Not just earth. And? Thin spots are not just an Earth-centric phenomenon. Other planets most CERTAINLY would have them too. And depending on the species? The culture? To quote the wise sage Bill Wurtz "you can make a religion out of this!"

After all, chosen few, returned from death... glowing and more powerful then before? Immortal? It's a pretty reasonable conclusion to come too. They are clearly Gods Touched. Some sacred task they must complete.

It would likely even shape the ghosts of the region themselves. After all, they TOO, would believe they were chosen for some Important Religious Task. Be it study or collecting rocks. To what end? Unknown. Who are they to question The Gods?

But! Oh happy day! The old tyrant is no more! A chosen Hero! They go to greet him! Honor him, as you do. Traditional gifts and ballads. Maybe some sacred rocks. A fancy hat. But? Oh? The Champion is wounded! Gasp! Still? But the fight with Pariah happened-

And then they are given Grave Warning(tm). Don't go to Earth. Heretics attacking people. KILLING souls! Trying to KILL the king of all the Infinite! He is somber because his living parents were hurt. Preventing the END OF ALL THINGS!!!??

WHAT!?

These "People In White" tried to EXPLODE the very FABRIC of all realities!? Several of them faint. Truely, these Fentons MUST be chosen by the Gods! Heros. Legends. Such bravery in the face of such HORRORS. Please, let them be brought to their Living counterparts! The hospitals are quite good!

And you know what? Fuck it. Danny will take that. Because his Mom n Dad got hurt. BAD.

They learned he was Phantom at probably the SINGLE worst time imaginable and still chose HIM. Chose THEM. The GIW were coming for him. Gonna hurt Jazz. And his parents told them, with fire and blood, it'd be a cold day in hell before they let them so much as TRY it.

They BLEW UP their own life's work. Went literally scorched earth. And now? They're not doing so good.

Because the Zone isn't made for the living. No food, no water, and no real human-safe medical supplies. They've run out. Danny will take what he can get. He'd even go to Vlad but... his Portal's gone too. And the Buzzards said he looked... spirally. Very... "suicide runs until everything BURNS".

So, yeah. No one's doing so great.

Alien planet it is.

They are greeted with fanfare and respect. The best medical teams on the PLANET. The King and his family is there, to welcome him. It's... it's beautiful. Hardly some perfect utopia, but the air is lite. Art everywhere. The stars vivid and so easy to see, at night.

The King kinda reminds him of Mr. Lancer to be honest. Balding and a bit round around the middle, stern but endlessly fair about it, wants people to do their best and succeed in life. Maybe that's why Danny finds himself opening up. Because... because here is a real, honest to God, KING king.

Somebody who was actually TRAINED to do all this King stuff.

Unlike Danny.

And Danny? He's scared. People expect him to Lead now. To know what he's doing. To somehow just... suddenly KNOW how to do all these things he's never even heard about. He only barely just died. Has BARELY been keeping everybody safe.

BARELY stopped Pariah.

He doesn't know what to do. But he pours his guts out. All the things that have bottled up. And King Not-Lancer listens. Somber and thoughtful. There is little, if anything he can TRUELY do to help. But... there ARE things he can do. Lessons on statescraft, while he's here, for one.

As for the other? Well, as King, he does have the local Lantern's Call Sign. Not to be used lightly, mind you. But what Danny describes? And from what the Sacred Ones have reported? THAT must be reported to Oa. He can show Danny how to do that.

(He does)

[The Lanterns of Earth get a VERY exciting call from Oa. Are every different shade of pissed. But? Whoops! Looks like they ACCIDENTALLY put the Watchtower into a complete Quarantine! Well, dang. Guess we're all stuck here for two weeks!

Reset it? *sound of smashing computer terminal* Yeah, don't think that's gonna work! :)

WHO WANTS TO PLAY 20 QUESTIONS?? We'll start! :) Who here has heard of an organization called, and I quote, The Ghost Investigation Ward? :) ]

@hdgnj @ailithnight @nerdpoe @the-witchhunter

#dpxdc #dcxdp #dc x dp prompt #tw violence #tw slavery #not sure if i got everything #but i hope that helped

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vilhelios · 2 months

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— THE PAIN OF TENDERNESS IS A WOUND OF LOVE.

"in lemurian," rafayel starts, thumb tracing seemingly aimless lines along the back of your palm, "another word for love is derived from the word give."

cw: spoiler for chapter 8-9 of rafayel's "sea of golden sands" myth & "fragrant dream" tender moments ; fluff !!! ; very slight angst ; lemuria lore headcanons ; mentions of god of the sea! + abysswalker! rafayel ; the sea god's bride (spoilers: past life mc/reader) is mentioned so it can be implied that the reader is fem aligned (but the fic itself is written with a gn!reader in mind !)

when RAFAYEL had invited you to a museum exhibition, brandishing two tickets that read “TALES FROM THE DEEP SEA: LEMURIA” between his fingers, you had admittedly worried for him; how unsettling must it be, seeing the ruins of your home displayed in a glass case?

... but for now, rafayel seems fine, with your hand in his, as the two of you stare into a display case. a deteriorated marble stele lays inside, yet even in its current state, you can't help but think that there is something beautiful about it. rafayel zeroed in on the slab the moment the two of you walked into this section of the exhibit, and (before you could look at the other shiny items in the display cabinets) he'd dragged you up and towards it. his free hand comes up to gently graze against the glass, indigo-pink eyes holding that familiar far-away gaze. with no hope of reading the engravings on your own, your gaze instead shifts to the museum label:

THE DIVINE BALLAD Marble marriage stele Reportedly excavated at an unknown island located near Lemuria's ruins As observed in many civilisations around the world, the Lemurians too, recorded joyous ceremonies by means of writing on stone. The inscription upon this stele details the marriage of the Lemurian God of the Sea and his human bride in the form of a ballad, perhaps sung during the celebration of this marriage. Although too eroded to be fully transcribed and translated, what we know of the Lemurian language alludes to a great and sweet love between the divine couple.

lemurian is practically a dead language, so you're not too surprised with being met with nothing. you can't help the sigh that leaves you; "there's no translation..."

“with the way they handled it, there's not much left to read.” rafayel clicks his tongue, huffs. his frustration is warranted, given how many of the artifacts you've seen so far have suffered more damage due to past excavation and transportation processes (as admitted by the museum staff.) "... and what little they could get would be translated wrong."

“mind telling me what it says?”

“like the label says, it's a marriage stele.” his eyes look to the museum plaque, to the slab, and then meet your own. the frustration in his eyes melt away the longer you hold his gaze; "i can tell you all about it later, but for now..." he draws you nearer, hand never letting go of yours, and points at a specific set of faded characters along the engravings.

"in lemurian," rafayel starts, thumb tracing seemingly aimless lines along the back of your palm. "there is a word for love that is derived from the word give. they're not wrong when they call it a 'great and sweet love' or whatever, but it's more than that." you notice the slight pout forming on his lips and seeping into his tone, think it's terribly endearing. "there's no real way to translate it properly, i think, although some languages do get pretty close.”

you hum, consider his words, what little rafayel has told you about this sea god, and look back at the plaque, "i guess the best way to describe it is ... he loved her so profoundly he was willing to give her everything?"

rafayel is a tad quieter, then: "yeah, something like that."

( is it any wonder that the god of the sea gave everything that he ever was —his heart, his domain— to his beloved, when all he has ever known was that to love and to give could be said in the same breath? his elders could judge him, damn him to the abyssal rift for what he'd done to them and their divine ocean, but they had doomed him first by teaching him that love and devotion were one and the same. )

you stare at the characters, trace the loops and hard edges of the letters with your eyes, before breaking the silence that had settled between you two: "can you teach me one day?"

"what, lemurian?" he looks up at you, eyebrow raised. you nod, and he's prompted to continue, "wouldn't it be more useful to learn, i don't know, anything else? a language that'd be more useful when we travel, maybe?"

"you know how to speak enough languages for the both of us." you smile, take both his hands in yours, cheeks growing warm from the words that begin to slip from your lips, "... i just think i'd understand you better if i learnt it."

rafayel stills, blinks, looks at you like you've told him something incredibly profound. there's a beat, and suddenly he's chuckling, his hand leaving your grasp to gently cup your cheek as you have his many times before; "god, you're adorable." he leans in to press butterfly kisses along your temple, "yeah, sure, i'll teach you. we can start tomorrow if you want."

( you know it's what he resorts to when the words won't come any other way. he whispers and mutters to himself, hushed words against your skin that you don't understand—all you know is that his tone is reverent, filled with love and a longing fulfilled. perhaps only an old language can hold the centuries worth of waiting he has endured. )

you can't help the way you beam up at him then (that toothy grin always gets his heart rushing, a million and more words for 'cute' flooding his mind at the sight), and your own hand comes up on top of his. "i'm looking forward to it."

"of course." rafayel grins, starting to lead the both of you away to the next display. "we can start with what's on this slate." and you let him lead you, your hand in his, his thumb draws the same lines onto your skin. ( you learn, later, that it's how you write that word—a love that is the same as to give—with a rafayel that chuckles at your flustered form. )

( and perhaps, in the far off future, you remember the words he teaches you. feel them on the tip of your tongue, in the back of your mind, in a time long lost. the latin "desire" cannot compare to the lemurian "devotion." you place his dagger to your chest: i want to give—i love you. he replies, dooms himself: i give you life—i love you too. )

a/n : happy birthday to rafa, my cutest little fish 💕!!! i've devoted many of my mortal possessions & a lot of my brain power to u <\3 this fic is a lil rough but i just. brainrotted too close to the sun.

for creative notes: obviously there is no actual lemurian script written in the game (only voiced in "journey seeker" and in the tome of the sea god in chapter 8 of rafayel's myth) but i was thinking about how in indonesian translations of the bible, the word for god's love is translated to "mengasihi," which can mean "give" and when used in a sentence it'd be like aku mengasihimu or "i give to you" ... and and just thinking about how every time rafayel has shown his love it is by giving or devoting something to you rather than "taking/desiring" something from you (love in english can be derived from / has the same roots in the latin word for "desire"); how you love him so much at the end of the myth that you are willing to give him the heart, but he loves you far too much too, and gives you life at the cost of his own — agape love. cries. sobs.

#love and deepspace x reader #love and deepspace fluff #love and deepspace headcanons #rafayel x reader #rafayel fluff #rafayel headcanons #qi yu headcanons #qi yu x reader

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1wn8ure · 10 months

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i'm not sure how many dsmp fans realize just how much fan music is out there. like we all know derivakat and cg5's stuff, and yeah it's fantastic but there is so much more

precious jewel amor has so many dsmp songs with the most heart-wrenching lyrics i've ever heard and beautiful music to accompany them. and they have music for characters that don't always get a bunch of recognition! cbad enjoyers, try listening to savior. cPuffy has Empty and Do It Again. cNiki? You bet! try Hidden in the Depths, Nothing to Lose, or the cNiki AND cJack song, Hate (Heal). ALSO PJA uses repeating motifs across songs to show relationships between characters which just. Amazing!!!

Amanda Fagan has the same range of characters, and her sound varies from sweet and simple ukulele to highly-produced. cCrimeboys enjoyers, listen to their relationship progress through Please Don't Make Me Choose, Play With Dynamite, and Sunken and Shattered. cJack fans, enjoy Bittersweet and Invisible. And I can't forget the SBI song, When Nothing Mattered More Than Friends, ft. other artists such as seiggel, butterscotch bread, and...

Mizz Fish! My god, their voice is so incredible, and they have some of the most creative songs I've seen! Try a song detailing cRanboo's inner monologue inside of his panic room. Or the most beautiful ballad mourning L'manburg.

this post is getting long but. seriously, if you enjoy fan-made music and/or are searching for more dsmp content to consume, check out kroh, megan shumway, Kanaya, ellienort, seiggel, butterscotchbread, Frankie!!, Hator, spirental, trashyinferno. there's so much out there, and you can hear the passion put into these songs. they deserve to be heard!

(Also, most of these artists have original music out too, which you should also absolutely listen to!)

#dsmp #fan music #cjack #cniki #cpuffy #cbad #crimeboys #cranboo #sbi #dream smp #1wn8ure.talks

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wifeofsnowbaird · 4 months

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can you do a Tom Blyth x reader where they are filming like a romcom or something and they fall in love over the course of filming? i was thinking fluff but i would not be upset if it somehow ended up with some smut in their trailer ;) , just follow your heart!! lots of love ❤️

ofc! I’m absolutely shitty at smut tho i might try with this one but idk so fluff it is❤️ it’s gonna have 3 parts bc it’s definitely gonna need more than a short post!

this first part isnt really when they're filming i just wanted Tom to have a slight crush after seeing ur story and wanted a small scene with Rachel and Josh!

So long I've been out in the rain and snow.

But the winter's come and gone, and a little bird told me so.

Part 1/Part 2/

(Tom Blyth x actress!reader)

summary: you and Tom meet for the first time while Josh is in the middle of the livestream. It's become the new famous ship of the internet.

You were one of the newest actresses in Hollywood and luckily you managed to grab a role with one of the most famous actors right now, Tom Blyth.

Ever since he starred in The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes, people have been thirsting for him like he was water.

You wouldn't lie, you were one of them, but you two were supposed to meet in a coffee shop, reciting your lines and you were late.

" Oh you're [Name] [Last name], nice to meet you! Sorry, my friends decided to follow me here. "

Tom grinned, blue eyes twinkling in the sunlight, an apology gleaming in his pupils.

"No worries, it's fine! I'm so sorry I'm late, it was just traffic!"

" Don't worry, I'm just glad you made it!"

You took in a deep breath and extended your arm for a handshake. Surprisingly, he hugged you instead. You met the two 'friends' who are actually fucking Josh Rivera and Rachel Zegler who were seemingly livestreaming on Instagram.

" And here is the new couple! Say hi, you two love birds!"

Tom rolled his eyes before letting you go to tell Josh off.

" We aren't dating, we actually just met."

Josh turned, confused for a second before gazing at Tom's phone that was left on his chair.

"Wait, seriously? Didn't you see a post of her being your new co-star in that rom-com you're doing and started bragging a lot to Rachel and me? What's it?"

He thought for a minute before his eyes lit up and he smiled brightly.

"Oh, yeah! Sweet truth, where a girl had a bunch of exes tell lies and cheat but then finds a man who tells her nothing but the truth?"

Tom hissed and shut Josh up by covering his mouth, before he noticed Rachel leaning toward confused you, beginning to tell you the whole story.

His panicked face turned red.

" So it was a couple weeks ago, we were just calmly hanging out after reshooting some Ballad scenes when Tom showed us your Insta where you were like, I don't know, talking about the movie you're gonna be in! He was literally obsessed, I am not kidding."

She shrugged as Tom glared at her for spilling his secret.

"I'm sorry, I mean you're beautiful and I-"

He cleared his throat, unable to continue because of his embarrassment.

You giggled, shrugging.

" It's cool, I mean I think you're hot-I mean handsome too."

Inside you were literally screaming at yourself for exposing the fact that he's your celebrity crush.

" Uh, guys, I hope this isn't method acting because I'd be really disappointed in you, Tom" Josh snickered, sharing a mischievous glance with Rachel.

Tom rolled his eyes, smiling at you before beckoning to the chair beside him.

" Let's, uh, practice...?"

#tom blyth smut #billy the kid x reader #coryo snow x reader #bosbas #william h bonney x reader #coriolanus snow smut #billy the kid smut #hunger games fanfiction #tom blyth imagine #tom blyth #tom blyth fanfiction #tom blyth fluff #tom blyth x you #tom blyth x reader

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iluvzaddies · 1 year

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soft yandere!wanderer headcannons

warnings: none

the wanderer had many names: kabukimono, kunikuzushi, scaramouche, the balladeer.

after he lost a battle with the well-known traveler, he became the wanderer, a puppet with no strings. a puppet with a different style and his very own anemo vision.

he changed for the better and it was all thanks to nahida, the traveler, and you.

you helped him retrieve his memories along with nahida and the traveler.

you helped out only a bit, but still, he was grateful.

he would feel indescribable emotions whenever you were around. at first, he thought there was something wrong with him, but discovered what he was feeling was in fact love.

“love” was a foreign word to him. ever since his birth, he never once experienced love. his creator, the almighty shogun or the god of eternity, saw no worth in him and discarded him like trash.

sure, he had met a few friends, but neither of them filled the void of loneliness in his heart because they either died or abandoned him.

he wanted to forget his past and focus on the present, so he tried his best not to act in a way he would back when he was a harbinger.

he wanted to shower you in gifts as thanks, but that would be a problem since he wasn’t acquainted with the fatui anymore, meaning he had no mora and would have to make mora independently somewhere.

“sc– i mean, wanderer, what are you doing?” you asked, furrowing your brows, as you saw the ex-harbinger behind a fruit stand.

“oh… i’m just trying out a new job... figured i’d have to do something to make a living since i’m not in the fatui anymore.” he felt his face heat up at the sight of you. just one look at you was enough to make him flustered. “so, this is what sumerians do to make mora? sell pieces of fruit?”

”yeah, i guess. you can try selling jewelry too or make mora off of dancing.” you imagined him, an ex-harbinger, dancing for mora. the thought made you chuckle.

“dancing? for mora? how would that benefit anyone?”

“benefit? people just like that sorta stuff. it’s entertaining for them.”

“i see. do you like that sort of stuff?”

the way he asked that question was adorable.

oh no, did you just find him adorable? he literally tried to kill you, nahida and the traveler not too long ago. how could you find him adorable?

“i– i do like watching dances. nilou’s my favorite dancer. i make sure not to miss out on any sabzeruz festivals or just any sumerian festivals.” you rubbed the back of your neck.

“hm.” he looked like he was actually considering it.

“hey, wanderer, (y/n).” nahida greeted, approaching the both of you.

“oh, nahida! it’s nice to see you again.”

“it’s nice to see you too, (y/n). i’d like to thank you once more for your help back then. traveler and i really appreciated the gesture.” nahida smiled at you then turned to wanderer. “how have you been faring, wanderer?”

“tch, it’s you again–“ he stopped, remembering he wasn’t supposed to act like his arrogant, aggressive self before (at least in front of you). “i mean i’m fine. selling fruit isn’t too hard.” it wasn’t as hard as shedding blood every single day.

“i’m glad you’re doing well.” nahida put a hand on her chest.

“well, i got to go now. you guys continue talking. goodluck with your new job, wanderer. see you around, nahida.” you said, giving them a wave, and left before wanderer could say anything else.

“you have feelings for her, don’t you?” nahida noticed his expression turn from soft to irritated. “i can see the longing look in your eyes.”

“shut up. you ruined everything with your presence.” he grumbled.

he watched as you were getting further and further away from him.

you would be his someday. he’d make sure of that. and once you were his, he wouldn’t ever spend a day apart from you. he would treat you so well. he would shower you in gifts (using his self-earned mora), take you out on “dates” (a human activity where you bring your partner to eat somewhere beautiful, he learned) and eventually confess his feelings to you.

if you return his feelings, oh that would make him the happiest puppet alive. he would happily sweep you off your feet and start a brand new life together with you.

#scaramouche #scaramouche x reader #yandere scaramouche #yandere genshin impact #yandere genshin x reader #yandere genshin x you #yandere x reader #yandere wanderer x reader #soft yandere #soft scaramouche #genshin headcannons #genshin x reader #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin x you #genshin impact x you #genshin fluff

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podcastenthusiast · 1 year

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"Here should be safe to set up camp," Geralt says, scanning the treeline with his eyes in that odd witcher way. Like he's seeing much more than a mere mortal could.

"Thank the gods," sighs Jaskier, who's been really starting to regret skiving off those physical fitness courses at Oxenfurt.

"Get a fire started while I tend to Roach."

"Oh Geralt, I'd love to, I would. Truly it's colder than a sorceress' shapely—"

"Jaskier."

"Well, as they say: you can lead a bard to timber, but you can't make him—"

"Just do it, Jaskier."

"I don't know how! All right? I've never built a fire in the middle of nowhere before! It's not one of the seven liberal arts, and I much prefer my fires stoked by comely barmaids in taverns."

Geralt looks at him for a long moment. It's a complicated look—frustration and amusement and a hint of regret. Mostly it's a look that says Jaskier is an idiot for joining him on the Path.

"Right," Geralt says slowly. He begins building the campfire himself.

"I imagine they teach wilderness survival to baby witchers at witcher school."

Geralt looks at him again and there's something different in his expression. The ghost of a smile? Jaskier doesn't quite know how to read it.

"Kaer Morhen," he says. "And yeah. Something like that."

"Oh?" Jaskier has to rein in his enthusiasm, his curious questions. Geralt so rarely reveals anything personal about himself or his past. Not that Jaskier has been forthcoming in that regard either. They live in the moment, day by day, but some context would help his creative process.

Besides all that, he genuinely wants to get to know Geralt a little better.

"Vesemir took me out into the forest one day. Gave me a knife and left me there for a month."

There is no bitterness in his words. If anything, the witcher sounds...almost fond. Nostalgic. Proud of his younger self for overcoming the challenges his mentors set before him.

It takes a moment for the true meaning of that to sink in and, once it does, Jaskier is horrified. His own parents weren't great, but even they would never simply abandon him.

"He just— like as a test— what—?"

"Real eloquent, bard. I doubt he had any choice. Probably wasn't even supposed to give me anything."

"How old were you?" he demands, unsure if any answer will make this revelation less abhorrent.

"Six? Seven? Maybe eight. I don't know." Geralt makes a gesture with his fingers and the pile of wood beneath his hand sparks with flame. "Not old enough to have learned Igni yet."

He can picture it, too, so vividly. Curse his dammed artist's imagination. Geralt, just a kid, alone and scared and definitely cold—because no one bothered to teach him how to start a fire.

"Stop it," the witcher snaps.

"What?"

"Looking at me like that. I'm fine. I was fine back then. Wasn't so bad at all compared to the Grasses. Vesemir came back for me like he said he would. I survived the trial—no, I didn't just survive; I exceeded all expectations, which is why they..." The witcher trails off. Takes a breath.

All of that... It's quite a lot of words for Geralt. Honest words, even.

It's his job to talk, to sing, to commit the most painful and difficult experiences to beautiful poetic verse. But Jaskier doesn't know what to say to his friend right now. Surely he has to say something.

"Geralt..."

"Don't waste your pity. Save it for the ones who didn't make it through. I did."

"Okay," the bard replies, careful and tentative. He isn't a brave man, nor a particularly kind one. But Jaskier considers himself an honest fellow so he adds, "Just because you made it through, you know, that doesn't mean what happened to you was all right, Geralt. Children aren't supposed to be left alone to fend for themselves."

The witcher laughs—a humorless, wretched sound. He doesn't say anything at all to that. Which is okay, really; Jaskier just needed him to hear it.

There is a long silence. The fire crackles. Jaskier absently strums his lute.

"You're gonna write a ballad about this, aren't you," Geralt says after a while.

"No!" Maybe. Yes. He won't perform it.

"Hm."

The fire crackles.

Quite out of the blue, Geralt tells him, "I befriended a wolf back then."

"What? You're joking!"

"Witchers don't have a sense of humor. Common knowledge."

"Common misconception. Most people are just stupid. No, hang on, stop distracting me—You had a pet wolf?!"

"Not a pet," the witcher corrects, smiling faintly. "Fangtooth was her own wolf."

"Fangtooth?" Jaskier repeats, struggling to contain his amusement. "Not Roach?"

"No."

"Forgive me, but that's adorable."

"I was just a child. I wanted to stay with her in the wilderness. Be a wolf, too. Or a knight." He shakes his head dismissively. Silly childish dreams.

"But you didn't," Jaskier says. And feels stupid for saying something so obvious.

"Too late for that," Geralt replies without reproach. "I was already a witcher."

"As a child, I wanted to run away and join the circus," the bard offers.

"Of course you did."

They're quiet for a moment then. Comfortable, shared silence. Just the sounds of birds and forest creatures, and Roach contentedly eating grass. The fire crackles.

"Geralt, will you teach me to light a fire? Without witcher magic, obviously, since I don't have any."

"Why?"

"Because...well, because I could be a more useful traveling companion. Like Fangtooth must've been."

"...Fine," Geralt agrees after some thought.

It is a skill he will be very grateful to have on freezing nights in the coming years, especially whenever the witcher is too injured or ill from those dreadful potions to help set up camp. He will try not to think of the child Geralt once was, subjected to horrific tests of his ability to survive all on his own.

Except he hadn't been on his own back then, not completely. And he isn't alone anymore, either.

#whisking canons and headcanons together until i get the hurt/comfort i need #this time it's twn jaskier and stuff but some hexer geralt backstory #the witcher #geraskier #jaskier #geralt of rivia #geraskier fic #witcher fanfiction #possibly part of a series where jaskier realizes how fucked up geralt's childhood was

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cinnbar-bun · 4 months

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hi hi this has to be my favorite one piece writing blog, seriously ur writing makes me so happy 😭🖤

not sure if i can request multiple characters but do you mind if i can get general sfw/nsfw headcanons for jinbe and brook?

sorry i really like weird old men (again love your writing and i hope you have a very nice day!!!!!)

A/n: Aw thank you sweetheart. Please enjoy this~! Also, sorry for not posting for a bit, I’ve been exhausted from work and lost some motivation to write oneshots :( but I just love Brook so much so I had to do this.

Brook + Jinbei General SFW + NSFW HCs

Note: separate relationships, reader is GN, smut headcanons inside. Fluffy mmm.

Word Count: 874

Brook

Brook, ever the performer, loves waking you up or lulling you to sleep with his music. Heck, he’ll even burst out into song throughout the day for you if you wish. He’s your 24/7 skeletal radio.

Sometimes he also does freestyle music and makes up lyrics and beats on the spot about whatever you’re doing or how he feels. They’re usually cheesy and not all that serious, but they never fail to lift your spirits up.

Brook likes to be dramatic in your presence to get some attention from you. Sometimes he’s like a spoiled baby but he can’t help it- you’re too amazing!! And he loves you so much!!

If you’re ever feeling too hot, Brook will always put a hand to your head or elsewhere to help you cool down with his devil fruit powers. He’s your not so little walking ice pack.

Brook, while eccentric, is still an old man at heart so he often likes to treat you and spoil you the old-fashioned way. Kneeling on the main deck as you’re on the top deck while he performs you sweet sonnets and ballads he made just for you. Always wanting to keep an arm around your waist. Walking on the street side of the sidewalk. Buying you flowers at any given moment.

He’s a charming gentleman, and it’s very clear when it comes to you.

That being said, he can still be a pervert and it’s full force for you.

He goes gaga over your body! Literally loses his soul when he even gets a peek of you because ??? Hello??? You’re beautiful??

Beyond just sexually, he adores your body. It’s hard for him to explain the feeling but ever since he’s become just a pile of bones, he’s found a greater appreciation for the human body.

When he’s in bed with you, he wants to explore every inch and crevice of your body. Don’t get shy on him now, it’s not like he even has eyes to stare at you, YOHOHOHO!

Kidding, but really, when you two are getting intimate, he focuses on you and your reactions a great deal. He can’t have sex with you the way a human would, so most of his pleasure is derived from your enjoyment- yeah, he’s still got it.

His phalanges are god tier, argue with the wall!!!

Jinbei

Local dad-friend to the crew, loyal husband to you. You might not even be married but you might as well be, that’s just how sweet he is.

He really likes trying new things with you. Even something as small as a new ice cream flavor makes him happy. It’s rather silly and mundane, but something about doing it with you makes it feel wonderful.

“‘Cereal milk’…? There’s really a flavor for that?!”

And alongside new things, he likes to make traditions for the two of you. He’s a very sentimental man, so it can end up being something like eating that one specific dish you two had on your first date, or having a spot on the ship to sit and cuddle.

Jinbei makes sure you get a healthy amount of fruit in you. He will be casually leaving you a plate of freshly cut fruits and a glass of water beside you. He’s not letting you devoid yourself of essential nutrients and hydration. Will force feed you if necessary.

Okay this is just my headcanon but he’s got old man eyes so if something is in smaller fonts he squints and holds the page up to his face to try and read it. It isn’t until you offer to just read it for him that he FINALLY gives in and has you read it for him.

He’s got a great laugh. A hearty, jovial laugh that anyone in the crew can hear from miles away. Honestly, your jokes might not even be that good, but to him, it’s hilarious. Just being so carefree and funny like this is special to him. Your jokes and funny faces seriously make his day, so please never feel embarrassed to tell him one.

I don’t have a segue for this. He is just a big boy.

And yeah, he knows that he’s huge, which is why he takes extra care to make sure you’re properly stretched and ready to take him.

He never really put too much thought into his body beyond his strength, but he has to admit, he loves when you shower attention and compliment his body. Especially in the bedroom, his face just warms up and he gets a bit prideful. It gets him going knowing his body turns you on so much.

Gentle giant. He’s not going to go feral on you, especially not during the first few times you two lay together. He may consider that sort of thing later, alongside many safety measures.

He does enjoy doggy, but also, he finds it so sexy when you ride him. Forward or reverse, it doesn’t matter. It’s also a pretty good compromise because he can let you set a pace while joining with you to get it “rougher” if you so wish.

Lots and lots of praise from Jinbei, all whispered lovingly into your ear as he’s pounding into you <3

#one piece x reader #one piece #one piece smut #one piece hcs #smut #op brook x reader #brook x reader #one piece brook #soul king brook #reader insert #x reader #jinbei x reader #jinbei #jinbe #jinbe x reader

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raya-hunter01 · 4 months

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Let It Snow

One Shot

Jey Uso x Black Female OC! (Mila)

Rating: 18+

Warning: Smut; oral, sex, fluff,

Summary: It's Christmas Eve and Main Event Jey Uso is upset that the trip that he planned for his girlfriend Mila is not off to a good start. Frustrated, Jey goes live on his Instagram complaining about the snow. Now going through a snow storm the couple decide to make the best of it..

Let it snow!

“Yo’…… What is this shit? All mountains…… Yo, this that stuff ya’ll don’t see though,” Jey sighed full of frustration as we were going through a snowstorm warning. “Come on babe, we’re almost there,” I sighed as he ended his IG story.

“I’m sorry baby, I’m just frustrated nothin’ is goin’ right. Our first rental broke down, and I almost missed the show tonight. Now with this rental, they let damn third and second-row seats down to inspect them and now they stuck, looks like we drivin’ a bed,” Jey said as I looked in the backseat.

He had a point, but if he knew what I wanted to do on those seats, I don’t think he would mind.

“Babe, it’s fine at least they were able to get us this SUV at the last minute and they cut the price down,” I said trying to see the good in the situation.

“We could have been stranded in that town until after Christmas, but the rental place came through at least on that part,” I said trying to point out what we should be thankful for.

“Yeah, they did so I’ll give them that, but the hits just keep coming. How does a snowstorm warning come as the snow is falling? We stuck drivin’ like old people make love, slow as snails,” he ranted as I bit back a smirk at his analogy.

“Look just breathe, It’s ok baby. Everything is working out, it’s just takin’ us a little longer than planned to get to the cabin,” I said as he kissed my hand.

“I know I’m trippin’ and I’m sorry. I just wanted something better than this for our first Christmas trip together Mila. It’s been a disaster, nothin’ has gon’ right at all,” Jey said glancing at me as I played with his hair.

“Jey, you can’t help what happened with the rental and you can’t control the weather. I’m just happy we’re here together," I said as he sighed, rubbing his hand over his beard.

“You right, but I still should have just requested the house show off today. We could have been warm in the cabin, and watching the snow fall instead of driving in it,” he said caressing my leg.

“Uh no, you shouldn’t have, the fans loved you tonight. Many people got those tickets as Christmas gifts and you guys made so many little kids dreams come true tonight. Never take that for granted because in an instant it can be gone,” I said as he smiled at me.

“I just love you da hell outta you, you know dat right," he said glancing at me as I blushed.

Unbuckling my seatbelt, I leaned over slowly caressing his chin, gently kissing him on the neck as he groaned in pleasure.

“See you startin’ shit, don’t make me throw yo’ ass in the backseat and have my way wit you,” his deep voice warned as I smirked against his neck before returning to my seat looking innocently at him.

“Then you lookin’ at me like that. I’m serious Mila, you gon’ bring in Christmas full of dick and carpet burns on yo’ ass, keep playin’ he said as I laughed.

“Don’t threaten me with a good time, you gon’ have to stand on business you keep talkin’ like that now. I just wanted to tell you, that I love you too,” I said turning up the radio as he smirked keeping his eyes focused on the highway.

Jey’s POV

“Everyone here at the quiet storm would like to thank you all for tuning in on this cold, snowy Christmas Eve. Tis the season to be with the ones you love. So, fellas grab ya ladies and make some beautiful memories,” the DJ said as Let It Snow by Boyz II Men and Brian McKnight began playing. “A’ight ya’ll set the mood,” I said as the slow ballad filled the car.

Let it snow

Let it snow, let it snow

“I know right, it doesn’t even feel like Christmas until I hear this. It’s one of my favorite Christmas songs,” Mila said leaning back in her seat, humming as I smiled at her.

Having an Idea, I looked at my road markers and turned off the highway. “What are you doing?” Mila asked as I backed off the road a little in between two trees turning on the brights making the deserted road covered with beautiful white snow glow.

“You’ll see baby,” I whispered turning up the music before I got out and went around to her side of the car, opening her door.

“Jey, it’s cold as hell and we already ain’t dressed for this type of weather. You got on a hoodie, and I got on this dress,” she stressed as I laughed grabbing her blanket off her lap and helping her out of the car.

Hey, it's another Christmas Holiday

It's a joyous thing let the angels sing.

Cause we're together.

“You heard the DJ, he told me to grab yo’ fine ass and make some memories,” I said leading her to the front of our rental as she smiled shyly at me.

“You are just full of surprises,” she whispered as I twirled her around, wrapping her blanket around us as we swayed to the music. “Gotta keep you on your toes,” I said as she laughed.

“Nah, what you doin' is makin’ me fall even harder for you Mr. Fatu,” Mila whispered running her fingers through my hair. I felt my heart swell as her beautiful eyes held me captive.

“That means I’m on the right track Vaivai,” I whispered as she blushed at my use of my native tongue.

We got a thing here, can't let it slip away

Though outside is rain and sleet

When our bodies meet...

I don't care 'bout the weather

“So, you think I’m beautiful?” Mila asked as the light shone on her beautiful face making her even more stunning than she already was.

The snow seemed to be falling harder and I knew we should get back on the road, but I didn’t care I was in the moment with her and that was all that mattered.

“You my beautiful angel,” I confessed, pulling her closer as she laid her head on against my chest, slowly grazing her fingertips across my chest making my heart race.

Let it snow, let it snow

Outside it's cold but the fire's blazin'

So baby let it snow

Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow

Feeling her shiver against me I wrapped her blanket tighter around us as she looked up at me smiling brightly.

“I would have never dreamed we would be out here dancin’ in the snow, I know you hate it,” Mila said as I gently kissed her.

“It seems to be growin’ on me…Especially since you here wit me,” I said, her hands caressing my face as I fell deeper into the beautiful pool of her brown eyes as she shyly nibbled on her bottom lip.

Mila's POV

Talk about a core memory…. Jey’s strong arms around my waist holding me close as we danced in the snow. I felt safe and loved, something he always promised me I would feel if I just gave him a chance.

I wanna wrap you up, baby

Then you'll see you're the only present I need

There's so much more

Waiting for you in store

“You just keep biting dat lip, you know what that does to me, Mila,” Jey moaned gently caressing my lower lip with his thumb, his words making my pussy quiver.

“Stand on business then ma ave au,” I whispered kissing his thumb, slowly opening my plump lips, swirling my tongue around it as he growled lowly.

From this precious day

I can gladly say

There's no place that I'd rather be

“Mmm, you want me to stand on business and take you? That what you want baby?" Jey asked as I released his thumb. "Yes," I panted breathlessly as he used his thumb to once more caress my lips before finally taking me in a slow sensual kiss.

My knees became weaker by the second as we explored each other’s mouths, desperate to get closer. Three weeks had been too long for us both.

“I been dreamin’ bout you and what I’d do when I saw you again. You ready for me baby?” Jey asked, tortuously moving his kisses to my shoulder, playing with the straps on my dress.

And oh, you are my everything, come a little closer

God must have sent you down from heaven

Let it snow, let it snow

My hands trembling as I gripped his shirt. “Mmm, Yes, I want you so bad,” I moaned into the blistery night air unafraid to say what I wanted and needed.

Jey growled suddenly grasping my thighs, wrapping my legs around his waist, carrying me back to our SUV as I nibbled on his neck.

I don't care 'bout the weather baby

All I need you to do is be with me, baby

Let it snow

As long as you're here with me

Let it snow

“Once again Merry Christmas from the crew here at the Quiet Storm goodnight, everybody,” I heard the DJ faintly say as I feasted on Jey’s neck, his moans urging me to have my way.

Carrying me around to the back of the SUV, Jey opened the liftgate and gently laid me down as I slid back towards the front, avoiding our luggage.

“Shit, the lights. We don’t need anybody stopping thinkin’ we need some help. We ain’t got much time, and you betta be naked when I get back Mila,” his deep sexy voice commanded as he ran back around to the driver’s side.

I quickly discarded my clothes laying on my blanket and using my dress as a pillow.

I felt a blast of heat above me, feeling thankful he turned the heat up. Planting my feet and opening my legs I closed my eyes in anticipation.

Hearing the liftgate close, my breath hitched and my heart began to race as I felt Jey’s hand caressed my legs.

“Fuck, you look so gorgeous like this, waiting for me to take you,” Jey moaned as I trembled feeling him between my thighs lightly running his fingertips across my hips.

“Baby please,” I begged not ashamed in the slightest as his lips lightly brushed across mine.

“Look at me Mila, I want you to watch me… Watch me pleasin’ you baby,” Jey moaned grasping my chin, making me look at him as I trembled against him.

“Jey don’t tease me,” I whimpered against his lips as I felt him smirk. “I wouldn’t dream of it beautiful,” he whispered slowly inching into my welcoming fountain.

“Mmm, Fuck!” I exclaimed as each thrust was better than the last as I felt him growing more and more inside me.

“Yea, you love feelin’ dat dick rock up in dat pussy, don’t you baby?” Jey asked biting back a moan, clawing his back.

“Yes, baby, fuck yes,” I moaned, my back arched in ecstasy exposing my ever-sensitive neck. Growling in appreciation Jey began sucking greedily on my neck as my pleasure continued to climb higher with each powerful thrust.

“That's it, that's what I wanted...Just like dat Mila, you beautiful baby,” he praised as I shivered, his teeth lightly grazing my neck.

I began to move against him as he hissed, stilling my hips.

“Not yet, I don’t want you to cum yet,” he declared sitting back on his knees, one hand grasping my hips, sinking slowly and deeply inside me setting a steady pace as the other lightly grasped my neck.

“Baby…babybabybabyjey. Mmm, you so deep,” I purred as he took me how he wanted.

“Mmhmm and you takin’ it all Mila. Fuck! You such a good girl, I love dat shit,” Jey praised me as my eyes rolled back in pleasure.

“I love it too,” I proclaimed, sitting up wrapping my arms around his neck, and bouncing to meet his thrusts. Claiming his lips in a powerful kiss, our tongues met again with urgency.

"Fuck, Mmhm! Bounce on dat dick and show me how much you missed it", Jey whispered, intertwining our hands givin' me leverage as I bounced with wild abandon, on a mission for us both.

"Mmm, you like that baby," I groaned flicking my tongue against his lips as a low growl escaped them.

“Yes! Fuck yes,” Jey moaned, releasing my hands, lowering me down, and spreading my legs wider. His thrusts never faltered as a strangled moan fell from his lips as he snapped his hips forward, going deeper inside me.

"Jey! Shit!" I gasped, drowning in pleasure as he pleased me. His intense gaze holding me captive.

“Uh huh, I ain’t forgot bout that spot baby, fuck dat pussy getting’ even wetter for me. You close ain’t you?” Jey moaned as our hips pounded against each other.

Yes! I'm so close," I cried, my eyes glazed over in pleasure as I finally gave in and allowed them to close. Biting my bottom lip, I shyly put my hands over my face.

“Look at me, Mila stop hiding from me. If you don’t, I’ll stop,” Jey declared as I forced my eyes open." Jey, please,” I moaned as he began rubbing his thumb and forefinger against my clit sending shockwaves through my body.

“I got you, baby, I promise,” Jey moaned as I began moving against him again as he groaned. “Mmm, I know baby,” I moaned as his fingers swirled around my clit again before he traced my lips with the same two fingers.

“Open up for Daddy baby,” he whispered, slowly slipping his fingers inside my mouth. Groaning, I greedily began sucking on his fingers as he smirked at me.

“You taste good, don’t you? Let Daddy see,” He whispered, with a carnal gaze rendering me speechless as he pulled out abruptly.

Whimpering at the loss of him, Jey threw my legs back, and greedily began sucking my clit between his lips as I squirmed beneath him. “Oh my God Jey!” I cried gripping his hands on my legs as he controlled my body.

“Yea, It’s me, baby, It's been too long since I've tasted you," he moaned curling his two fingers against my g-spot.

“Yes, it has! Eat your pussy, baby,” I praised as he devoured me whole as I used as I began moving against his mouth with a purpose.

“Mmmhm, you taste so good, I been waitin’ on this,” he proclaimed curling his fingers even faster as he flattened his tongue lapping it against my clit his gaze never leaving mine.

“Oh, fuck! Yes, get nasty with that shit, lick it all up baby,” I purred as Jey growled, simultaneously moving his fingers and tongue together even faster in sync.

My body whimpering in need, steadily climbing heights I didn’t even know existed until I had nowhere else to go.

“God, I love you!” I cried reaching my peak, spilling into his awaiting mouth as he drank my essence humming in satisfaction.

“Mmm, I love you too baby,” he moaned caressing my thigh as I fought to catch my breath.

“That was amazing ba- Shit!” I exclaimed as he entered me swiftly towering over me, his lips overpowering mine we tasted each other.

“Yes, it was but I ain’t done wit you yet,” Jey moaned thrusting long and deep inside me as felt my body begin to tingle all over again.

“I want you to cum when I tell you to. Do you hear me?” Jey grunted nibbling on one of my nipples while caressing the other before giving the other the same equal attention as I continued to melt into him.

I knew Jey felt I was close, as he began thrusting harder. "Jeyjeyjeyjey….…. Oh, baby!” I gasped almost chanting, pushing at his lower abdomen. Each thrust was more powerful than the last as he went deeper, rendering me unable to think.

“Move yo’ hand, why you tryin’ to run,” Jey groaned biting his lower lip never stopping his thrusts as I felt myself about to tip over the edge of ecstasy again.

“Stop runnin’ Mila, all this is just for you… Don't be scared, get your nut,” Jey moaned moving my hands as he went deeper.

“Mmm, fuck, I can take it. I can take it all ” I moaned as Jey leaned down, grasping my throat, taking me in a possessive kiss as he continued to take me deeper and deeper.

“I know you can take it all baby. You look so gorgeous takin’ it too,” he groaned against my lips as I writhed beneath him, both of us chasing climax.

“Mmm, right there. I'm bout to cum,” I moaned as he trembled against me as my pussy pulsed, engulfing him tighter.

“Shit! Me too, cum wit me beautiful,” Jey moaned as I fell apart in his arms “I’m cummin’!" I exclaimed as we went over the cliff together slowly falling back to earth as he collapsed in my arms, his head laying on my chest as I played with in his hair.

Totally spent and trying to catch my breath, I looked up at the clock on the radio, damn 12:30 a.m.

“Merry Christmas,” I whispered as Jey gently kissed me. “Merry Christmas baby,” he whispered, sighing against my lips as his phone rang and interrupted our moment.

“Damn it’s Jimmy,” Jey said reaching up front, getting his phone as I started putting my clothes back on.

“What’s up, Uce,” he said putting Jimmy on speaker phone, pulling up his sweats and putting his hoodie back on.

“Aye, where the hell ya’ll at? We just got to our cabin and I didn’t see ya’ll's SUV next door. Ya’ll left before we did, is everything good Jimmy asked as Jey sighed.

“Yea, we good, Uce,” Jey said as he stared at me licking his lips as I blushed, not believing what we had just done.

“I checked your location and you been in the same spot for awhile. Ya’ll didn’t break down, did you?” Jimmy asked as I shook my head.

“Nah, we bout to get back on the road, Uce, we just stopped for awhile the snow was getting to me,” Jey said as I raised a brow at him. “Damn liar,” I whispered as he smirked.

“Uh huh, more like seeing Mila again was getting’ to yo’ ass,” Jimmy snickered as I climbed back into my seat as Jey opened the liftgate and went back around to the driver’s side to get in.

“Bro, chill we on the way, and the snow ain’t too bad now so it shouldn’t take us long,” Jey said starting the SUV as I bundled back up under my blanket.

“A’ight well text me when ya’ll get here, maybe we can all do breakfast a little later on today,” Jimmy said as they exchanged their goodbyes.

“Well let’s gon’ knock this last hour out,” I said as Jey smiled at me.

Yea, let’s do that cause when we get to the cabin….Oouu you in for a long ass week. I doubt we gon’ be goin next door to have breakfast with Jimmy and Trin later on today.. Maybe tomorrow but definitely not today,” he said as I laughed.

“Well I’ll hold you to that,” I said as he kissed my hand. We had another hour to ride in this snow but one thing was for sure…

This Christmas was definitely shaping up to be one to remember.

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dceuheadcanons · 2 months

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Back from the dead... Haven't finished chapter one of that fic yet because College is still kicking that admin's ass.. BUT!!! Hi I'm new to this blog and I have a list of musical songs I associate with the Batboys. You're welcome!

First up, Tim! Beautiful from Heathers. I can't physically explain it it's just SO himcore. Also maybe Aaron Burr, Sir from Hamilton. He's kind of Aaron Burr coded ngl.. Adding Wait For It to his list too, now!!

Dick! All You Wanna Do from SIX is kind of the obvious choice here, but I'd say also Meant To Be Yours from Heathers!

Bruce. He's a hard one? But I usually think of him when listening to Alexander Hamilton orrr First Burn from Hamilton. Can't explain the first one but First Burn? Him when Talia?? Especially because Talia and Jason have a Thing at one point in some runs?? Like c'mon. "I see how you look at my sister" "When will you learn that they are your legacy? We are your legacy!" BRUTALIA CODED.

Damian! The Ballad Of Sara Berry. Because he's so eager to please the adults around him when he's young? And is willing to go to violent lengths to achieve that. Also Our Word from 36 Questions for kind of similar grandfather-related reasons.

I'm excluding Duke because I honestly don't know much about him, so I wouldn't be able to pick songs for him! But yeah that's the list!!

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Times Like These (The Anniversary Edition)

Chapter 1

Chapter 2: Hold Your Peace

WC: 4695 | AO3 link

“Are you sure you have it?”

At the sound of Chrissy’s voice Eddie’s eyes snapped open, though he didn’t exactly remember closing them. For some reason he was a bit more disoriented this time when he–

…This time?

There she stood in the middle of the room again. Chrissy—alive, and breathing, and beautiful, and…

Holy shit!

Was this really happening again?

Had he, despite his own stupidity, earned another chance at redemption?

In an instant he was across the room, placing gentle hands on either side of her face. She blinked up at him, eyes wide, too surprised at the gesture to move away. Eddie knew he only had a few precious moments until Vecna would take her again. There was no time to explain anything, but he had to ask the one simple question that’d been plaguing him since the beginning of the last loop.

The last loop.

Jesus, he was really buying into this thing wasn’t he. Hard to deny it when the proof was standing right in front of him.

“I’m so sorry, sweetheart, and I know this isn’t gonna make any sense right now, but I need you to humor me, okay? Can you tell me your favorite song? Please?”

He wasn’t above begging. At this point he would do just about anything to not have to watch this poor girl die again in the most awful way imaginable.

“Oh!” Chrissy squeaked, furrowing her brow and sputtering for a moment before answering, “We Belong? By P-P- Pat Benatar?”

She said it like a question, as if she were unsure that it was the right answer, but Eddie knew it had more to do with the odd circumstances of the situation at hand.

He smiled broadly, pleasantly surprised at the answer—surprised to have gotten an answer at all, really. He stroked a thumb across her cheek once, still in a bit of disbelief that she was real, and let his hands fall.

“Pat Benatar, huh?” He said, raising an eyebrow.

He nodded to himself, already thinking furiously about how he was going to pull this off. "Okay, yeah, I can work with that. Stay here, I’ll be right back.”

Eddie bounded to his bedroom, bypassing the black and red Warlock hanging from its place of honor on the wall, and instead grabbed for his old acoustic guitar that was sitting in the corner collecting dust.

He rushed back out, unsurprised to find Chrissy already in the enemy’s thrall. As her feet slowly lifted off the ground he did his best to recall the song. It still played on the radio all the time but Pop-Rock wasn’t exactly his style, and he had a habit of switching stations whenever the ballad came on. He hummed out what little he could remember and strummed a few chords to get a feel for the notes, working in the few lyrics he knew as he tried to muddle through his own uniquely awful rendition of the song.

He faltered for a second, almost dropping the guitar as her first limb bent back with an audible crack. He choked on a sob, but did his best to continue to sing and play through his tears and the tightening of his throat.

It wasn’t working. He knew it wasn’t working but still he kept on. It was the only help he had to offer now, and on the off chance that she could hear him, he hoped it would give her some comfort to know she wasn’t alone in her last terrifying moments.

He didn’t stop until her lifeless body fell, landing hard on the carpet in front of him.

Eddie screamed his frustration wordlessly as he knelt down beside what was left of Chrissy Cunningham. A girl he had barely known, who he hadn’t shared more than two words with before all this shit started, but who he would give anything to be able to save.

She’d done nothing wrong. She deserved to live, and selfishly he yearned for the opportunity to get to know her. They hadn’t shared much, a brief conversation at the picnic table that had mostly consisted of him goofing around to try and make her smile—to cheer her up because it’d been obvious to him right away that she was struggling with something. He thought they could be friends, given the opportunity. The Freak and The Cheerleader, weirder things had happened.

“God.” Eddie gasped, gripping onto her hand that was already growing cold. “I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry I didn’t do better. I… “ He trailed off, letting her hand go as he rose stiffly to his feet, rubbing aggressively at the wetness on his face.

“Next time, I- I’ll learn the song if it kills me.” He let out a wry laugh at himself and the irony of his choice of phrase, looking back at her one last time before walking out the door.

He’d promised Dustin that he would tell him as soon as possible about the loops, and briefly Eddie considered heading straight to the kid’s house. But, it was getting late. He didn’t want to scare Henderson’s mom, and truth be told he needed a little time to get his shit together anyway.

Might as well let the little guy get one last good night’s sleep in before all hell broke loose.

Eddie parked his van in the woods and walked the short distance from its hiding spot to Rick’s house, just as he had twice over, using the key under the mat to get inside. He knew he should probably get some rest himself, having not had more than a few scattered hours of sleep here and there in… christ, like two weeks now?

Did sleep debt accumulate in a time loop or was the gauge on his fuel tank reset each time he went back? Not that it mattered, he was too keyed up and nervous about how in the hell he was going to explain all this to everyone tomorrow to sleep.

Instead he tore through the drawers in Rick’s kitchen until he found a notebook and a pen, and spent the rest of the night writing down every single detail he could remember about what had happened, or would happen, over the next few days—committing it all to paper in case his nerves got the best of him and he forgot something important.

At dawn he reluctantly moved to the boathouse. From all his time spent here so far he knew it was unlikely that anyone would notice him sneaking around, at least not until Jason and his goons showed up, but at this point he was running on autopilot and figured, better safe than sorry.

Eddie paced inside the small shack restlessly until finally he heard them, voices outside, Dustin, Steve, and the others calling his name. This time when they approached the door he didn’t hide, he called out, “yeah, Henderson. It’s me… uh, come on in.”

Dustin barged right in at his reply, but was quickly pushed aside by Steve, moving past to get between him and Eddie. Max and Robin eased in behind them and closed the door.

Steve eyed him warily, taking on a protective stance, and Eddie couldn’t really blame the guy.

He also knew exactly how fucked up this was about to get, so he took a big step back and raised his hands, wiggling his fingers to show they were empty. No reason to make Steve more skittish than he already was. “See, Harrington? I’m unarmed.”

“I told you.” Dustin grumbled as he muscled his way past Steve, walking right up to Eddie and throwing his arms around him without hesitation.

It knocked the wind out of him in more ways than one.

Eddie was a touchy guy by nature, always ruffling his friends’ hair, or throwing an arm over their shoulders, and it wasn’t like Dustin hadn’t hugged him before, but somehow this felt different.

He hadn’t even explained himself yet. Dustin had absolutely no proof of his innocence and yet here the kid was gripping him tight, face buried in his chest as he mumbled something that sounded like, “I’m so glad we found you, I know you didn’t do it.”

There was also the fact that he’d died in this kid’s arms twice now, and Eddie was pretty sure he’d be hearing those heartbreaking cries in his dreams for the rest of his life, however long that might be.

Eddie slowly lowered his hands as he kept eye contact with Steve, trying to convey with his eyes that he was okay, that he wasn’t going to hurt anyone.

“I’m glad you found me too, buddy,” He said, smiling sadly to himself as he patted Dustin’s back.

The kid pulled away a moment later, gesturing at everyone else. “Eddie, these are my friends Steve, Robin, and Max”

“Yeah,” Eddie snorted. It was funny enough to ease a bit of the tightness in his chest. Even if he hadn’t been through multiple rounds of hell with these people, Dustin had to realize he never shut up about them. ”Yeah, Henderson. I know who they are.”

Steve was looking at him apprehensively still, like he might snap at any minute. He wished he knew what to say to make the guy chill out.

“No need to look so stressed, Steve. I swear, I didn’t–” Eddie paused, swallowing past the sudden lump in his throat, voice shaking when he went on. “I didn’t kill her.”

The feelings that he’d been swallowing back all night started to bubble to the surface as he thought about Chrissy, and he honestly wasn’t sure how he was going to do this without falling apart.

“It’s okay.” Robin said, stepping out from behind Steve for the first time and approaching him. “We just want to know what happened.”

“We want to help.” Max added.

Eddie nodded absently, clearing his throat. “I know,” he said, and couldn’t help noticing how Robin and Steve shared a confused look at that. “And I'll tell you everything, I just, uh– I need a quick word with Dustin first? Alone.”

The kid tilted his head, but shrugged and motioned to the far corner.

Before either of them could move, however, Steve stepped between them again. “I don’t think that’s such a good idea.”

Dustin rolled his eyes. “Dude, come on! It’s fine. It’s just Eddie!”

Steve gave him an unimpressed look and assumed what Eddie had begun to think of as his– mom stance—hands on his hips accompanied by a disappointed glare. “I don’t see why he can’t say whatever it is he needs to say to you in front of all of us.”

“You’re being an asshole.” Dustin spat. “Eddie is my friend. He doesn’t know you, and maybe there’s something he doesn’t want to share with the whole class, hmm?”

Steve pursed his lips, his face and body language making it clear that he had no intention of budging on this. “I’m sorry. I know it might seem harsh, but it’s my responsibility to protect you and I can’t do that if he’s keeping secrets.”

Eddie sighed heavily, this whole thing was already so fucking exhausting.

He got where Steve was coming from. To him, Eddie Munson was still nothing more than The Freak. A drug dealing super-senior who regularly stood on lunch tables to perform tirades about the dangers of conformity. He didn’t know yet that they would come to trust and rely on each other in a way neither of them would have ever expected, Or, how Eddie had, against his better judgment, jumped into Lover’s Lake and helped save him from a swarm of Demobats– twice. Steve couldn’t know that they bonded a little when they were stuck in that awful place, or that before he died, Eddie had started to consider them friends.

He understood all of that, but it still sucked.

“Fine, we’ll do it your way.” Eddie said, and plopped himself down on the floor. He was too tired to do this shit standing up.

The others joined him, sitting in some semblance of a circle as Eddie began his tale.

He started off easy, matter-of-factly telling the same old story about Chrissy approaching him to buy drugs, and how he hadn’t had what she was looking for on him, so they made arrangements to meet later after the game. He detailed most of what happened at the trailer, keeping the part about trying to play the song for her to himself for now.

The silence was thick when he was done, and Eddie let it settle around him for a moment as he prepared for what he needed to say next. He saw Dustin open his mouth to speak and it gave him an idea about how to convince them of the truth.

“I know what you’re going to say,” Eddie said quickly, before the kid could get a word out.

“You really don’t. Look, you know how–”

Eddie cut him off. “Actually, uh, I do. Fuck… “ He trailed off and took a deep breath. “This is gonna be, like, really hard to believe, but I need you to let me say it– all of it, before you ask any questions. Okay?”

The foursome all turned, looking away from him for the first time since he’d started talking, to share a loaded look with each other. Eddie, on the other hand, only had eyes for Steve, knowing it was his approval he needed. That he would likely be the hardest to convince.

“Okay.” Steve said with a little nod.

Eddie dropped his eyes to the floor and let it all out in a rush. “I know all about the Upside Down. I know Will Byers was taken by a demogorgon in ‘83. I know about the mind flayer and Billy Hargrove, and that …something happened with Steve and Robin involving some Russians at the mall. Though honestly, I’m still waiting to get more details on that one.” He paused briefly, chancing a look up to see how everyone was taking his little monologue.

“I know all these things because you told me, before.”

Steve looked absolutely livid, but the fire in his eyes wasn’t aimed at Eddie, it was Dustin he was staring daggers at.

“Damnit, Henderson!” Steve shouted, running a hand through his hair roughly. “I can’t believe you told him all that stuff, man! You know we can’t do that! Think of the danger you put yourself in by blabbing, not to mention the danger you put Eddie in by telling him! I mean, shit! Did you not stop to consider what sort of threats were included in those NDAs we all signed?”

Eddie was more than a little taken aback by Steve’s apparent worry for his safety.

“I’m touched by the concern, Harrington. Really I am, but Henderson didn’t tell me all that stuff until I was already involved. You all told me things.” Eddie hesitated, raking a hand down his face. This was getting messy, he needed to just spit it out. “I… I’m stuck in a time loop. I’ve lived last night and the next few days twice over now. This is my third go-around.”

He slipped the little notebook that he’d filled from cover to cover out of his pocket, and tossed it to Dustin, who caught it clumsily.

“When I got here last night, I wrote it all down. Everything that’s going to happen. Well, the stuff I was there for at least.” Eddie chewed nervously on his thumbnail, darting his gaze to each of them in turn and taking in their disbelieving looks.

“I know this is crazy, and you probably don’t believe me, but I swear it’s the truth. I didn’t tell anyone last time until near the end because–” He stopped abruptly, blowing out a long breath. If he told them what he’d really thought they’d think he was certifiable for sure. “Because, I honestly wasn’t sure what the hell was going on. I told you, Dustin, at the last minute and you made me promise to tell you again as soon as possible if I got another chance. So here I am, telling you.”

A long moment went by where no one spoke, and Eddie was sure that he had botched this whole thing. There was no way they believed him. He still had Henderson’s family secret in his back pocket, and he’d pull it out if he had to, but not in front of all of them.

“What resets the loop, Eddie?” Dustin asked suddenly—quietly, a slight quiver to his voice.

Eddie looked the kid in the eye and knew without a doubt that not only did he believe him about the loops, but he had already done the math, figured out the catch. Too smart for his own good sometimes, really, but in this case it was almost a relief. As much as he would have liked to protect Dustin from this particular truth, there was no way around it.

“I died.” Eddie said, eyes falling once again to the floor, unable to face Dustin as he confirmed his suspicion.

“We go into the Upside Down to fight the bad guy, and I die. Then, I open my eyes and I’m back in my trailer, minutes before Chrissy gets attacked.”

Dustin said nothing else in response, quiet in a way Eddie had never seen. Max and Robin just looked like they wanted to throw up, and Steve looked skeptical, obviously gearing up to argue, or at the very least ask some follow up questions. Which was fair, he supposed.

Before Steve could so much as open his mouth though, Dustin shoved the notebook in his face.

“You read it first, Steve. Just give him a chance.”

“Fine.” Steve said, snatching the book out of Dustin’s hands and cracking it open, taking one last hard look at Eddie before starting to read through it.

As Steve read, Eddie could almost see the animosity draining out of him. The scowl that had been stuck on his face since arrival smoothed out into a concerned frown, and worry lines appeared at the corner of his eyes. It was a good sign, but as the other boy turned the final page, an awful thought occurred to Eddie, and he realized he’d made a huge mistake.

“Wait. Steve, stop. I think I fucked up here.” Eddie said, wringing his hands. “I shouldn’t–I shouldn’t have told you any of this. Not yet.”

“Wait, what?!” Dustin shouted.

“Why?” Steve asked.

“I swore to Chrissy that I would save her, I have to go back. I have to–” He cut himself off leaving the word unsaid. “I shouldn't have burdened you all with this shit, not when I knew I had to do it all over again. I just… I wasn’t thinking. I promised Dustin right as–”

Steve cut him off mid-spiral, scooting across the floor to sit in front of him.

“Eddie, man. Listen, I understand, believe me I do.” Steve paused, fidgeting with the notebook with one hand while reaching out with the other to place it tentatively on Eddie’s shoulder, and even through all his layers of clothes he could feel the other boy's warmth sink into him.

“You said you know about what happened to Will in ‘83, but what you might not know is… that same year Nancy’s friend Barb was also taken by a Demogorgon. She– died in my pool, the Upside Down version of it anyway. She died on my watch and-” Steve hesitated, taking a deep breath before going on.

“I get the kind of guilt you must be feeling right now, okay? I lived it– am still living it, but if we have the chance to save you and kill whoever this Vecna creep is? We should take it. What if this loop thing has a limit? What if this time you don’t get to come back? Do you know what that would do to us when we’ll know we could have saved you?!”

Eddie couldn’t help feeling a certain way about Steve sharing that with him. In all the days, and repeats of days, that they’d spent together so far, it was the first time the other boy had told him that story.

“I get what you’re saying, Steve. Shit, it’s pretty much the same thing I'm trying to say. I'm sorry that happened to you, but tell me something, and be honest. If you had even the slightest chance to go back and save Barb, even at your own risk, wouldn’t you take it?”

Steve’s eyes, which had hardened again in frustration by the end of his own speech, softened as he took in Eddie’s words. He gave a single reluctant nod of agreement and squeezed his shoulder before letting go. Eddie missed the contact immediately.

“But you can’t! That’s like, suicide!” Dustin screeched, probably feeling a little, or a lot betrayed by Steve taking his side.

“Not if I plan on coming back it's not. Sorry, Henderson, I know you don’t like it, but this is my choice, alright? I’m not leaving Chrissy behind. End of story.”

“B-b- but...” the kid sputtered.

“Stop.” Steve cut in. “He’s right, Dustin. I hate it, but it’s his decision. This thing is happening to him, and even if we want to help, we have to respect that and hope we get another do-over.” Steve sighed, turning his attention back to Eddie.

“So, how do you wanna do this?” He asked, looking deep into his eyes, the air between them suddenly impossibly heavy.

Because Steve knew what was coming now.

He’d just finished reading about all the fucked up shit that was about to happen and now he was looking to Eddie for direction. Jesus H. Christ, he was really regretting not thinking this through, because the only answer he had was to do nothing… keep everything the same to make sure that the outcome was the same, and that meant putting them all through the ringer. It meant Steve getting hurt, nearly drowning, nearly dying– again.

“I know it’s not fair to ask this, now that you’ve read that.” Eddie said, gesturing at the little notebook still resting in Steve's hand. “but I think the best thing to do– the only thing to do, is to let things happen the way they have been for now. Not tell the others, keep it between the five of us.”

“I’ve been through worse.” Steve shrugged, seemingly unbothered save for a tightness around his eyes that Eddie might have missed if he wasn’t paying attention.

“Besides, if it works we won’t remember any of it anyway, right?” He continued. “And then we can finish this for good. You save Chrissy, and we’ll save you.”

“If you're sure.” Eddie said, offering him an out. If Steve really didn't want to do this he wouldn’t force him, he could always try and find another way to… cause the reset.

“Yeah, I'm sure.”

Dustin continued to argue with both of them for a while, but now that Steve was on his side Eddie knew that was it. Eventually the kid quieted down, accepting the fact that he wasn’t going to change anyone’s mind.

As the others prepared to leave, knowing they needed to find Nancy and Lucas to let them know the Upside Down was back, and maybe try calling the Byers in California, Steve lagged behind, using giving the notebook back to Eddie as an excuse.

“Do you need anything?”

“Might be a long shot, but could you get me a walkman and a Pat Benatar tape?”

Steve pursed his lips, thinking, but it only took him a moment to put it together.

“Chrissy’s favorite song?” He asked.

“Yeah. I went into it this time knowing I had a second with her before the attack, so I asked. I did try—to play it for her, I mean. I didn’t have the tape, it’s not exactly my type of music, y’know? I'd heard the song once or twice though, so I gave it a go on my guitar, but it wasn’t good enough.”

Steve gave him a small sympathetic smile. “Robin likes Pat Benatar too, and I actually have a few of her tapes in the car. Headphones too, but how will that help? You won’t still have it with you after–”

“No, but I learn a lot of songs by ear. if I listen to it over and over again now while I can, when the loop restarts I should be able to play it for her, get her out like you’ll do for Red.”

Steve raised his eyebrows and actually looked a little impressed. “You’re-” He cut himself off, as if changing what he was about to say at the last second. “You’re not anything like I thought you’d be.”

Eddie let out his first genuine laugh in far too long. It looked like they'd be doing the same song and dance every time. Of all the things he had to repeat, getting to know the real Steve was the one thing he didn’t mind.

“Right back at ya big boy.” Eddie said, throwing Steve a wink before he went back out to his car.

Eddie listened to the song dozens of times over the following days, concentrating on learning every single word and note as a distraction from everything else that was happening around him.

He was worried at first, when he was finally brought into the fold with the others who weren’t privy to the conversation in the boathouse. But Steve was true to his word. Neither he or Dustin, Robin, or Max, said anything about Eddie’s predicament, and he never once complained or so much as gave Eddie a dirty look, even when he was grabbed by those vines and dragged through the lake, down and out the other side. He did catch Dustin giving him a few sideways looks here and there, but the kid said nothing.

Eddie was grateful for that. He didn’t exactly want to die. He certainly wasn’t looking forward to feeling the bats gnawing on his skin again, and he didn't need any outside influence making him lose his nerve when they were so close to the end.

When the time came, Eddie considered not cutting the rope. It wasn't like it stopped Dustin the first or second time, not to mention that he hurt his leg dropping down from the hole without it, but what if that small delay was the only thing that kept the kid safe? It wasn’t worth it, just in case. If something went wrong he could live with, or rather, die with knowing Dustin would suffer only a sprained ankle and not something worse.

It was a bit more difficult this time to find the will to fight so hard against the oncoming hoard, when all he wanted was for it to be over so he could see if the third time would be the charm, but he was too worried that any deviation from what he knew would change things. Maybe he had to die in just the right place, at just the right time, to set things in motion to send him back.

So he ran, and he fought, and he bled, and found that the pain didn’t bother him quite so much anymore. He was getting used to it.

It might have been his imagination but Dustin’s limp looked more pronounced this time as he approached Eddie’s broken body. He felt horrible for causing this kid, his friend, so much suffering.

Dustin fell to his knees next to Eddie and began to sob uncontrollably, and for the millionth time Eddie wished he could somehow spare him this. He could only hope that the loop would start over again and no one but him would have to remember.

“Don’t cry, buddy. Please.” Eddie forced out around the blood filling his mouth. “I’m gonna fix it.” He coughed, struggling to take his final breaths.

“I love you, man.” Eddie said.

Dustin bowed his head. “I love you too.”

Chapter 3

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Collecting Strays / Eddie Munson x fem!reader (adopted Harrington)

Summary: Eddie finds you singing and drawing in the woods alone. He takes it upon himself to invite you to their group. And of course, it takes you all of 3 seconds to develop a crush on him. Go figure.

Warnings: 18+, explicit sexual content, oral (female receiving), fingering, drug use, shotgunning

Words: 6464

a/n: I said I had two more ideas and this was one of them...a lot longer than I thought it'd be too. Then again, most of my fics end up like that so I shouldn't be surprised. Feel free to send a request if you'd like (master list)

Not my gif!! Credit to creator!!

“See my lonely life unfold. I see it every day. See my only mind explode. Since I’ve gone a-”

“You listen to Alice Cooper?” A voice startles you where you’re sitting at a picnic bench in the woods singing along to Alice Cooper’s Ballad of Dwight Fry though there’s no music playing.

You nearly drop your sketchbook to the dirt in your haste to see the owner of the voice. Though the hair rising on the back of your neck can only mean one thing. It’s Eddie Munson. With how loud and zealous he can be in the cafeteria, it’s a wonder you didn’t recognize him immediately. Trying to not show him how much he’d actually scared you out of your own little world, you offer a shrug in response.

Sitting across from you, he takes his jacket and vest off and opens his metal box, producing a bag of pretzels and offers some to you. You take one with a small smile and a muttered “thanks.” You had forgotten to grab some lunch before you hightailed it out of school.

“You have a beautiful voice,” Eddie says, your brain short circuiting at the way his finger bumps his bottom lip putting a pretzel between his teeth. He’s ridiculously attractive and you’re not fucking blind. Seeing him in Mrs. O'Donnell's class and during lunch is enough to make your heart ache. But jesus, seeing that is something else. “You should come play with us sometime. I’m sure the guys would love to hear you sing.”

Picking your pencil up, you snort, “yeah, right,” and continue to draw quietly.

Eddie doesn’t seem ready to be done with the conversation. “So what’s a Harrington doing out here all alone during lunch? Isn’t it kind of in your blood to be the center of attention?” He teases, but the smile on his face is soft.

“I’m adopted,” you snark with a huff, erasing the same curved line of an eyeball that’s been annoying you for over ten minutes now. But Eddie just giggles at your response, actually giggles and it’s music to your damn ears. Just because Steve is your brother, doesn’t mean that you have his charismatic nature. You don’t really have a whole lot of friends. But Eddie is being nice to you and when you look up, he’s offering you half a sandwich. “I’m not taking your lunch, Eddie.”

“Unless you’re drawing yourself some food over there, I don’t see a meal out here with you,” he dangles it towards you, “I’d feel better if you took it.” You narrow your eyes at him, hesitant about his kindness. “Please,” Eddie smiles again, “I’m getting pizza later tonight with the club, I won’t go hungry if you share with me. Unlike you with no food. Thank you,” he says after you take the offered food. “So, why are you out here by yourself?”

Stifling the snarky retort that he too came out here alone, you sigh, “peace and quiet. People kind of suck. Their expectations of me to be a mini Steve can be suffocating.”

“Shit, sorry,” he winces.

“Not your fault,” you shake your head, covering your mouth around a bite of ham and cheese. “It comes with the name. Always has. I’m glad Steve isn’t Mr. Popularity anymore, but for some reason everyone thinks I should be. But I’m just,” you gesture wildly, “not. I mean,” you scoff a laugh, “I’m out here in the woods alone, singing, and drawing. That’s not exactly prom queen behavior.”

Neither are your ripped jeans, tight black tee, and dark eyeliner either.

Suddenly, Eddie hops up from the other bench and you think he’s done entertaining you. Until he plops down beside you, bumping your arm with his, “what are you drawing?” He peers over your shoulder, curiosity furrowing his brow.

Biting your lip, you contemplate just not showing him. No one has ever been genuinely interested in your art. Not when ‘nerdy things’ are your focus. But Eddie is being nice and talking to you and he’s a lot sweeter than you’d pegged him for based on what you’ve seen in the cafeteria. Finally getting the eye the way you wanted it to look you turn the book so he can see, “this.”

“Whoa,” Eddie tosses his half eaten sandwich on the baggie and wipes his hands on his jeans. “Can I?” He asks, reaching for the sketchbook. You nod, handing it over. Excitement lifts his features, Eddie’s eyes darting over your drawing. “This kind of looks like-”

“Gollum,” you interrupt. Not wanting to hear monster, or gremlin, or stupid, or the many number of things people call your artwork. “It’s supposed to be Gollum. At least, that’s how I picture him based on the description.”

“Color me impressed.”

“Why?”

“You not only listen to Alice Cooper, but you know him well enough to sing from memory,” Eddie drags his gaze from the picture. “But you also know Lord of the Rings enough to draw Gollum exactly how I see him too. Y/N, this is fucking awesome!”

Your cheeks burn scarlet. No one has ever recognized your art for what it’s meant to be. No one. And here’s Eddie saying that he knows exactly what you’re drawing and loves it. “Thanks,” you whisper so softly because shock constricts your vocal cords.

Eddie flips to prior pages, “have you done any other- Jesus Christ! You drew Sauron?!” He looks back at you with a stunning smile. “Do you have any other hidden talents I should know about?”

“Not that I’m aware of,” you duck your head to hide your reddening blush. You’ve always found Eddie attractive, but were way too intimidated to ever actually try and have a conversation with him. And here he is making it seem effortless.

In the distance the bell rings signaling lunch’s end. “I have a proposition for you,” Eddie’s shoulder sway side to side making you giggle. “Well, two, if you’re up for it.”

“Okay?”

“For one, no more sitting out here by yourself.” When your face scrunches, he presses on, “sit with us at lunch. You can still draw without scrutiny. And if you want to sing where no one can hear you, I’ll come sit with you. But you shouldn’t be in the woods alone. We might be a bunch of misfits, but we’re pretty good friends when given the chance.”

“You have a habit of collecting strays, don’t you?” He nods happily at you. “Okay, yeah,” you smile, actually excited about the prospect of being friends with Eddie. You can handle being friends with someone as attractive as him without fucking it up to catastrophic proportions. Maybe. “And the other?”

He gives you back your sketchbook, tapping the open page, “come to Hellfire tonight. Bring this with you. If you can draw this well from description alone,” Eddie beams at you, eyes glazing over, “I’d love to see what you could do with our characters from D&D. You don’t have to play if you don’t want to, but I’d totally teach you if you did,” his ring clad fingers scratch at his jaw and you track the movement. “I don’t know, I just think it’d be fun.”

“Yeah,” you smile brightly, “yeah, I’d really like that.”

“Yeah?” Eddie looks at you in surprise. When you nod, his lips pull into a wide grin and he drums the table. Jumping up, he pumps his fist, “hell yeah! I’ll meet you at your locker after school so I can show you where the room is. “This is gonna be sick!” Eddie gently grabs both sides of your face, kissing the top of your head, “you won’t regret this, Harrington, I promise!”

---

When the end bell rings for your last class, you head to your locker, finding Eddie already there waiting for you. Leaning against the metal door, his eyes light up when he sees you and he wiggles his fingers in a wave. For just a moment, your gremlin brain fixates on the action, wondering what his fingers would feel like against you. Mentally slapping yourself for even thinking that in the first place. Your first legitimate conversation was literally three hours ago and you’re already fantasizing about him.

Maybe this is a bad idea. You still haven’t recovered from him kissing your head and now you’re about to spend the next few hours with him and his friends and you’re fucking terrified. Nerves settle like a massive rock in your gut, making your hands clammy. How did you go from watching him from afar to a full blown crush fantasizing about him in such a short time? You are so incredibly screwed. Calling this off sounds like a really good idea.

“There’s my beautiful artiste with the voice of an angel,” Eddie greets you, sliding off your locker for you to put your books away.

His- his beautiful- his? “Hey, Eddie,” your mouth manages to supply proper words while your brain hasn’t recovered from its record scratch. It’s trying very hard to do so, but it’s revolving around Eddie saying my and not the. And beautiful. Eddie just called you fucking beautiful. To your face!

“You okay?” His dark brows pinch together in concern.

“Yeah,” you breathe out, rolling your shoulders when you close your locker. “Guess I’m just a little nervous,” you admit.

And it’s the truth. It’s not just being around Eddie that’s making your anxiety peak. You’ve seen the club at lunch. How rowdy they can get. How tightly knit they seem. Not too keen on outsiders just barreling onto the scene. For the first time in your life, as someone who doesn’t mind being alone, you find yourself worried you won’t be accepted. You’re not so sure you like this foreign feeling.

“Please,” Eddie scoffs, slinging his arm around your shoulder, “they’re going to love you.” Is he always this tactile with his friends and you just never noticed? He leads you through the hallway, stopping at a door marked Extra Curriculars. “Besides, I’m the Dungeon Master, if anyone can just bring someone in, it’s me. They won’t even question you’re there, angel.”

A blush burns your cheeks at the name and you clutch your sketchbook a little closer to your chest in hopes to hide its pounding. You can only nod with a pinched smile. Had you tried to actually speak, it would’ve been through stuttered words and squeaked syllables. Not in this lifetime.

Eddie pushes open the door with a flourish, arm still around your shoulder as you both enter the room to a table full of waiting people. Dustin, Mike, and Erica you recognize instantly. After fighting Demogorgons with two and being trapped in a Russian elevator with the other, it’s hard to forget them. It’s why you don’t mind being alone as much. You know what could be out there and absolutely know how to protect yourself from it. But not even spawns of the Upside Down made you this anxious. Ready to throw up from everyone’s confused and inquisitive looks.

“Finally land yourself a girlfriend?” Dustin quips, braces flashing as he grins.

“Not yet, Henderson,” Eddie says, keeping his arm around you, walking you closer to the table.

Survival seems less and less likely as the seconds drag on. Not yet. That’s a perfectly normal response for someone to have. No, he hasn’t found a girlfriend yet. But you can’t help but think, maybe even hope since your heart decided to skip about three steps, that he meant you aren’t his girlfriend yet. You might actually slap yourself for that thought when you get home later and not settle for the mental one you’re giving yourself now.

“I’m sure you all know Harrington’s sister,” Eddie gestures at you, “you’ve mentioned her before, Henderson.” What is it with him and last names?

“Because she’s fucking awesome,” Dustin says like it’s obvious.

A laugh tickles the back of your throat. Like your brother, you too have a soft spot for the younger teen. He really is a good kid, just trying to survive like the rest of you. Knowing all too well the things that really go bump in the night. “You’re damn right,” you point at Dustin, feeling a little more at ease. More willing to be yourself.

Eddie appears to be okay with it if his wondrous, almost proud, smile is anything to go by. “I had them all make a second character sheet for you to go off of. If you have any questions, feel free to ask, angel.”

No one in the room but you seems to be affected by the name.

“Great,” you smile, curling out from under his arm to grab the stack of papers one of the boys offers you.

“Shit,” Eddie looks around the table, seeing there isn’t an extra chair aside from an empty throne to sit in. Which you’re assuming is where he sits. “I can read standing up,” he shrugs, “take a seat, angel.”

“Are you serious?” Mike nearly shrieks, the others at the table sharing in his shock.

“I’m not taking your seat, Eddie,” you say, feeling like it’s the picnic table all over again.

Eddie sighs, coming over to grab you by your shoulders and gently nudge you towards the chair, “I can sit on the armrest if standing gets annoying,” he argues.

“I can sit on the armrest,” you fire back, doing just that. Placing your sketchbook in your lap, the character sheets tucked between the pages so they don’t scatter. “See? Perfectly fine. Now you can keep your throne.”

“I can’t believe he was going to let her sit in his throne,” you hear Dustin whisper while Eddie narrows his eyes at you with a sly grin.

Pointing at you, Eddie’s grin widens, “you win this time, angel. But don’t expect that to happen every time.”

Warmth washes over your heart and tingles shoot down your spine with every use of the pet name. The logical part of your brain reasons that it’s because he said you had the voice of an angel. And knowing that you don’t want to be seen as your brother, probably chooses to call you that instead of your last name like the others. It’s not a term of endearment. There’s no way.

When Eddie sits in the seat of his throne to start their game, you get to work on the first characters. Erica’s. You have no idea what a kukri is, but you can’t wait to figure it out. It’s surprising that their outbursts, both angry and excited, don’t startle you and make you mess up. You actually feel at ease, free to work on your art surrounded by some really great people.

Well, you thought you were at ease. Until the group huddles at the other end of the table to hash out their plan of attack. Their quick, hushed tones become mute to your ears when a hand snakes around your waist. You freeze for a second, taking a peak at Eddie from the corner of your eye.

The pointer of his free hand is rubbing under his lip, eyes flicking to you, a small smile pulling at the side of his mouth. Your insides are screaming, but your body settles into the contact. When it does, Eddie’s thumb traces small circles through your shirt and you bite away a smile. Eddie hides his own behind his hand with a quiet, breathy chuckle. Like he was hoping you’d allow him this.

What the actual fuck are you doing?

---

As promised, the next day, you make your way to the Hellfire Club’s lunch table, cradling your sketchbook and lunch to your chest. You brought from home today so there would be no chance of you forgetting to eat again. The only empty chair is at the other end of the table and you’re thankful for that. You can still be here like Eddie asked and also have your distance. You’re all kinds of a mess mentally and emotionally over yesterday, you simply don’t know what to do with yourself.

Eddie looks at you funny once you’re seated, “um, no,” he states, getting out of his chair. “I don’t think so,” Eddie rounds the table, grabbing the back of your chair and dragging it to the head of the table beside his.

“Ed- Eddie!” You squawk, trying to clutch the table to no use, the metal legs screeching through their movement. You allow yourself two seconds to marvel at Eddie’s strength to be able to just drag you like you weigh nothing. The only thing you were able to grab was the paper bag containing your lunch. Your sketchbook lies teetering off the edge of the table where you were sitting.

“Much better,” he says, slinging his arm over your shoulder, “making friends, remember?” Eddie motions with two fingers at Gareth, “hand it over.” The boy immediately grabs your sketchbook before it can fall, passing it down to Jeff for Eddie to give back to you. “So, Friday before spring break, any plans, angel?”

You’re still coming back from his arm being around you again that you barely processed his question. At least your mouth seemed to be paying attention, offering, “no plans. Tonight or for break.” It’s really nice that your mouth remembers how to function when your brain doesn’t.

“You should come hang out,” Eddie offers, “I was gonna rent Cat’s Eye and Nightmare on Elm street, if you’re up for a horror night. I’ll drive you.” He rests his head on his extended arm to look at you, your heart stuttering in your chest.

“I-”

“Horror night?” Dustin perks up in excitement. “Will you bring your caramel corn?”

“I asked her,” Eddie gives the younger teen a glare, silencing him.

Eddie asked you, you, to hang out alone with him for a movie night. Be still your fucking heart, please! Leaning back in your chair and subsequently his arm, you allow a genuine smile to grace your features. “I love Stephen King. Throw in Carrie and The Shining and I’m in.”

“You allowed to stay out that late, angel?” Eddie asks you with the cutest face of teasing disbelief.

You snort, “Steve was allowed to come home at two in the morning drunk off his ass. I doubt they’d even be bothered if I didn’t come back till the next morning.” You clamp your mouth shut at the surprise on his face. Not to mention your suggestive remark. “N-not that I assume I’d stay the night, I’m just- no, they wouldn’t mind if I came home that late.”

The lines on Eddie’s face tighten in a breathtaking grin, “easy, angel,” he chuckles. “I wouldn’t mind either way. Four movies is a lot, I might pass out first.” You laugh at his comment, attempting to regain some semblance of composure. Eddie leans in to whisper, “caramel corn?”

You laugh again, “stop by the store on the way to your house and I can make some.”

---

Making your, as Dustin would call it, infamous caramel corn in Eddie’s trailer was a commodity to you. He sat there watching you the entire time you were making the caramel on the stove, offering help and asking all sorts of questions. Claiming that if it was as delicious as it was claimed to be, he’d want to be able to make it in your absence. You shocked yourself telling him that whenever he wants more, to just let you know and you’ll happily make it for him.

The smile that response gave you was totally worth the knots in your stomach for having said it. After dutifully making the popcorn like you’d asked, Eddie brings the bowl over for you to pour the now slightly cooled caramel over. Mixing until it’s evenly distributed, you hand slide the bowl across the counter to him, waiting with perfect patience.

No, it’s not. You find yourself seeking his approval on the treat that you’re actually staring at him while biting your thumb nail.

Picking up a piece, he pops it in his mouth. Groaning once he chews it, “oh, angel,” Eddie grins around his bite. “I’m never eating regular popcorn again. This is fucking delicious,” he sucks the caramel off his fingers and you fight the urge to salivate.

What is it with his fucking fingers?

“I’m glad you like it,” you duck your head to hide the wide smile from his praise, following him back in the living room to watch your first movie. Sitting on the couch beside him, you mildly regret having worn a skirt today because in order to be comfortable you have to tuck your legs underneath yourself. Meaning either your knees or your feet are going to be pressed against his thigh.

Eddie doesn’t seem to care in the slightest when your knee bumps against him as you settle yourself on the cushion. “Do you smoke?” He asks, reaching under the couch for a small, metal tin.

“I’ve never tried,” you shrug.

“Do you mind if I smoke?” Eddie’s hand falters on opening the tin, “we have four movies to get through, I’ll be sober enough to drive you home later. Unless you wanted to stay over like you’d said.”

“It doesn’t bother me, Eddie,” you smile at him. Which you don’t. At all. You’re also a guest in his home. He should feel comfortable enough to act no different than he would if he were home alone. That’s the point of home. Comfortability. “Depends on how tired I am after the third movie. But yeah,” you fiddle with your fingers, “I don’t mind staying if you don’t.”

“Fine by me, angel,” Eddie’s lips curl at the corners sweetly as he hits play on the remote, starting Nightmare on Elm Street. You can’t help but watch in curiosity as he puts a joint- just because you don’t partake, doesn’t mean you don’t know- between his lips and lights the end. You honestly can’t help but stare at him, watching the smoke lazily spill from his mouth before he inhales it through his nose.

You’re surprised that it doesn't make him sneeze. It has to tickle. But then you realize that he must have been doing this for long enough that he probably doesn’t even notice anymore. But you’re transfixed by how it actually looks kind of elegant. You’re not even watching the girl on screen running through the halls, only Eddie. He does the inhale again.

Then your brain seems to stage a mutiny on you, saying, "it's very pretty when you do that." Your cheeks burn realizing you’ve just called him pretty by proxy. “S-sorry,” you stammer out at the wide eyes he gives you.

But Eddie just giggles at you, “you don’t have to apologize, angel.” Your own eyes must widen seeing the embers flare up as he takes another hit. Something he notices because he extends the joint towards you, “do you want to try it? I won’t pressure you or anything, it’s totally up to you. But you are safe here and I’ll keep an eye on you. And you’re staying over, so you don’t have to worry about your parents either.”

Considering his words and actually feeling safe with him, you take the rolled paper in your fingers, eyeing it warily. “H-how do I…” you trail off, not wanting to seem like an idiot.

Placing the half empty bowl on the floor in front of him, Eddie turns to face you on the couch, “for your first time, it’ll probably be easier to inhale a little into your mouth and then properly pull it into your lungs. Hold it in until it starts to tickle the back of your throat and then exhale it.” Eddie flashes a sly grin, “I promise not to laugh at you if you cough. It’s pretty normal for the first couple times. I did, we all do, don’t fight it.”

Taking his advice, you do exactly as you’re told. Pulling some of the harsh smoke into your mouth before fully inhaling it into your lungs. The intrusive substance burns on its way, you fight the cough, holding your breath for a moment. But it’s a moment too soon because you fought it and took a much bigger hit than you thought. So you cough the smoke out with a laugh at Eddie’s playful eye roll.

“I said don’t fight it, angel,” he gently teases you. “That was also a lot.”

“It was like immediate,” you say in defense, still sputtering smaller coughs until the sting goes away. “Can I try again?”

Eddie’s tongue darts across his lip, “actually, I have a better idea. Let me see it,” he reaches for the joint. “Do you know what a shotgun inhale is?” You shake your head, already feeling slight effects from the hit you took. “Basically, I take a hit and hold it in my mouth and then breathe it into yours. You pull it straight to your lungs. It should make it less harsh for you.”

You should say no. You one hundred percent do not trust yourself not to act like a fool with his mouth that close to yours. But clearly the weed you’ve already ingested doesn’t give a single fuck as you mutter, “yeah, okay.”

With a smile, Eddie adjusts himself until he’s kneeling on the couch and you follow suit. Watching him put the joint to his mouth, eyes never leaving yours as he inhales. Pulling the rolled paper away, he leans closer, cupping the side of your face to keep you still. Blush burns your cheeks when your mouth opens and your bottom lip bumps his as you inhale the smoke. Your eyes flutter closed as you hold your breath for a tick.

Opening them when you exhale, seeing Eddie take a proper hit for himself. “Better?” He asks around the smoke trailing from his lips.

A giggle bubbles in your chest, ears burning along with your cheeks, “much. I might only be able to hit it like that from now on,” you tease, sounding nothing like yourself. But it’s nice. The way the weed makes you feel physically and mentally. Not as embarrassed to say what’s on your mind.

“Not everyone will be willing to do that, angel,” Eddie’s eyes darken with something you’ve never seen before.

You cock your head to the side, scrunching your face in confusion, “why not?”

He seems to contemplate his words for a second, looking at his lap while tapping his finger along his thigh. “I could tell you,” Eddie’s eyes snap to yours, “but would you let me show you?” Not having the slightest clue as to what he could mean, but trusting him implicitly, you nod with furrowed brows. “Fuck, okay,” he breathes out, “know you can totally push me away.”

That does nothing in the way of clearing your confusion, but you nod once more, patiently waiting. You watch him inhale again and set the joint in an ashtray on the small table. Cupping the side of your face again, Eddie leans in. But when your mouth opens to accept the smoke, you’re met with his lips pressing against yours, tongues lacing together as the smoke travels between you two.

It’s making you dizzy in the best way possible. Your fingers curl into his raglan, a small moan escaping your throat as you pull him closer. Quickly enough that he stumbles a bit and your back hits the cushion, him falling on top of you. You kiss him until your lungs burn, begging for proper oxygen.

“You didn’t push me away,” his thumb rubs your cheek, smiling at you from where he’s now on top of you.

“Why would I?” You ask in a small voice, breathless from the kiss. The weed. Being this fucking close to Eddie. Just, everything going on.

Features twisting in a way your high mind can’t put a finger on, Eddie says, “because I’m the ‘Freak of Hawkins High’, remember? The satanic monster everyone likes to take a dig at.”

“You’re not a freak to me,” you say softly, grateful that despite his tone, he hasn’t made an effort to get off of you. “Eddie, I-” you brush some of his hair out of his face, “I like you. No matter what anyone else says about you. I don’t care.”

Eddie smiles widely, eyes crinkling before he slams his mouth to yours again. “I was really hoping you’d say that,” he brushes his nose with yours, causing a fit of giggles from you. “I like you too, angel. Ever since you walked through those doors freshman year. I just never thought a Harrington would want anything to do with me, so I kept to myself.”

“Well this Harrington wants a lot to do with you, Eddie.”

“Good,” is all the response you get before suddenly Eddie is off the couch, scooping you up and throwing you over his shoulder. You squeal when his palm hits your ass. Not hard enough to really hurt, but enough that the sting shoots a wave of pleasure through you. No one’s ever done that to you before. But you’re definitely not complaining. Kicking his door open, you’re tossed on his bed.

Except he doesn’t just throw himself on top of you like you’re expecting. Instead he just watches you, ring adorned hand covering an obvious smile while you try to fix your skirt. Puffing strands of hair from your face you look at him with faux annoyance, “was there a purpose for that?”

“Sorry,” Eddie chuckles behind his hand. Rubbing his jaw, he drops it, but you notice the way his fingers twitch at his sides. Wanting to do something, but being forced to stay still. “Got a little carried away. Probably should’ve asked first. Liking me and wanting me to take you to bed are two different things. But I just- I find it hard to control myself.” His words are sweet, but his eyes are blown and glazed, locked on where your skirt is still half up your thigh.

If you were bold enough, you’d shift your leg for him to see the lace underwear you’re wearing. Just to see if you can get the control to snap again. “You haven’t done anything I’ve said no to,” your voice sounds sultrier than you’ve ever heard before. Where this confidence came from, you’re not sure. But you want to be confident for him. “I know that if I were to tell you to stop, you would.”

“Promise?”

You look at him confused, “promise what?”

“That if you want me to stop, you’ll tell me?” Eddie turns away from you, looking at his cassette player, seeming ready to pace. “Because if I don’t hear stop, I don’t think I could, angel. And I won’t hurt you,” he shakes his head, not seeing you get to your feet right behind him.

“Eddie,” you snap a bit, only to get his attention.

He whips around to face you with a quipped, “yeah?” Eddie’s eyes widen seeing you close so suddenly. “Oh-” his words are cut off by your mouth crashing to his, clutching the sides of his face. Eddie’s arms wrap around the small of your back and when they do you lead him back towards his bed until your calves hit and you stumble onto the mattress.

A soft moan escapes your lips finally feeling his weight on you properly, legs spreading for his hips to settle into. Your pussy throbs at the feeling of the restricted denim of his jeans grinding against you, dampening your panties.

“This is okay?” He whispers against your mouth, hands gently squeezing at your waist.

Whoever gave Eddie a reason to feel this doubtful of himself, you’re going to find them and punch them. “More than okay my fearless dungeon master,” you smirk, trying to appeal to his interests in hopes it will snap him out of whatever mental block he has going on. Whatever will make him come back to the guy who drags your chair just so you can sit next to him with his arm over your shoulder.

It seems to have more of an effect on Eddie than you expected. He lets out a strangled noise, “you say that again and this is gonna be over before it starts.” Eddie leans in to kiss you again, but pulls back, pointing a finger in your face, “don’t say it again. I’m not done with you yet. And I will not be held responsible for what happens if you do.”

You bite your lip, very badly wanting to say it again just to see the full extent of what he means. But you behave, zipping your lip, earning you a smile.

“Good girl,” he murmurs and you shiver under his praise. Eddie presses his lips to yours hard, bruisingly claiming your mouth as his own. Trailing his kisses down your jaw, you moan when Eddie nips at your neck just this side of leaving a mark. You really hope he does. You have enough makeup at home to hide it if it’s too bad, but honestly you’re far from caring.

Wanting everyone to know that Eddie was the one who took care of you. Was willing enough to mark you as his for everyone to see. His hands squeeze at your breasts, palming the plump flesh beneath your thin shirt. Curling his fingers in the hem, he looks up at you with pleading eyes and you nod, gripping his shoulders to make sure this is real. That this is actually happening and you didn’t just fall asleep on the couch. But Eddie’s more than real, lifting our shirt up, exposing your bare chest because you didn’t care for a bra today.

His warm, wet mouth engulfs one of your nipples and you keen, back arching into the contact in desperate need for more as your panties begin to soak. Your pussy aching for anything he’s willing to give you. A breathy, “Eddie,” moans past your lips as he offers your other boob the same treatment. It’s hot all over and he’s done practically nothing. But you need, “more.”

Eddie chuckles against your skin, continuing his trail of kisses towards the waistband of your skirt. “Whatever you want, angel,” he pulls at the fabric with his teeth, dark eyes locking onto your face. Another assurance.

“Please,” you whisper, looking down at him with hooded eyes.

Finding the side zipper, Eddie pulls it down, your skirt after. His breath hitches in his throat at the black lace of your now soaked underwear. Anticipation heaving your chest, only worsening when he places kisses and bites on your thighs. You lift your hips, a clear sign for him to keep going. A devilish smile flickers before his fingers tentatively curl in your panties, pulling them down and off your ankles. Discarding them who cares where. He could keep the damn things for all you care.

“Such a pretty pussy,” he muses in adoration, one finger tracing from your clit down through your slick folds. “This all for me, angel?” Eddie asks, curling his finger to gather your juices, bringing the glistening digit to his lips. You nod, not trusting your voice as just a soft whine pushes through. He sucks the finger into his mouth, letting it go with a loud pop, “mmm, delicious,” he groans, “can I?” Eddie leans towards your dripping cunt, grin curling at the edge of his mouth.

“Fuck, Eds, please.”

He licks a long stripe up your folds and you damn near convulse at the heat, letting out a loud moan when he does it again. Over and over. Slowly, teasingly licking your cunt as if he could savor the taste that way. Eddie’s tongue dips inside and you’re done for. Fingers curling in his hair making him groan and his control snap. Finally eating you out like you need, like you crave. Making the coil of your orgasm wind tightly inside you.

Not once has anyone made you come from their mouth alone and Eddie has you ready to explode. His nose brushes against your clit while he licks and sucks your folds until you’re sure you’re going to scream. And you do. Your orgasm slamming into you and you cry out, Eddie moaning- he fucking moans- as you gush on his face. Lapping every ounce of your juices.

Placing a kiss on your throbbing pussy, Eddie lets you come back down from the high, your toes tingling with the aftershocks. He rubs your shaking thighs, “okay, angel?”

“Y-yeah,” you stammer out, not having caught your breath just yet.

“Do you want more?” Eddie’s grin turns mischievous. “Or have you had enough? I don’t have any condoms, but I will absolutely get some if you want to do this again.”

“Again, yes, please,” you babble, never wanting to stop being with Eddie. Wanting to reassure him that you’re serious. But Jesus Christ, this man has fried your brain cells with one simple orgasm. “Do whatever you want, Eds. Whenever you want. I’m yours. Just please, touch me, please.”

Eddie smiles in earnest, sucking a mark on your thigh to hide it. He brings his fingers to your mouth, “get them wet, angel,” he coos. You suck his fingers into your mouth, the cold metal of his rings warming from the heat and you moan. Satisfied with their slickness, Eddie pulls them out, rubbing them around your folds before pushing inside knuckle deep.

You cry out, suddenly being full, surprised that his rings don’t hurt or even sting. If anything, it just adds to your pleasure. Thrusting his fingers, they curl, hitting the bundle of nerves that makes your eyes roll back and a throaty moan escape your lips. "That's it," arousal in his tone, "sing for me, angel." Eddie’s mouth claims your clit, licking and sucking until you’re sure you’re going to black out.

Another orgasm crashes into you, wave after wave washing over you and Eddie works you through it. Slowing the thrusts of his fingers and gentling his tongue before eventually ceasing and pulling his fingers out. Wiping his mouth, Eddie sucks his fingers clean, grinning as he does. He lays down beside you, flopping on his back, putting his hard cock still trapped in his jeans on display.

“What about you?” You pout, not wanting him to go without. Not after what he just did for you.

Eddie chuckles, pulling you to his chest, “give me like twenty minutes and I’ll be sober enough to drive and get condoms. If you’re cool with that.”

“Yes, please! Do that,” you nod wildly, relishing in the laugh that vibrates beside your head.

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Show Me Yours | Matty Healy [37]

chapter thirty-seven, act five: the ballad of me and my brain

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February 22nd 2017

Tommie leaves the bathroom, her dress for the event is on. It’s a long dress that reaches her ankles, reflecting each of the guys outfits. It’s a black colour like Ross suit, with ruffles and lace like Matty’s, some of the lace is the same pattern and colour of George’s outfit and her shoes are made from the same material as Adam’s baby blue suit he’s wearing later on that night.

She has an outfit change for their performance, dress pants and a green and black button up.

Caleb looks up from where he’s sitting in his plain black suit and puts his phone away.

“Ready to go?”

He doesn't notice shoulders deflate at the lack of compliments, she thought she looked pretty good as she’d finished off her hair.

“Yeah, all ready.”

She’d skipped the carpet, letting the guys do it alone as she went on inside to find her seats, forcing Ross to sit beside Caleb as she sat beside Gabby and Carly instead.

“Are you nervous?”

“For the performance more than the award,” She admits quietly to Carly who’s hand is rubbing across her back in comforting circles, “I mean, fucking Radiohead are supposed to be here tonight.”

“They’re not, one less anxiety.” Gabby whispers and she nods leaning back.

She tugs at the neckline of the dress, trying to lift it up to cover her cleavage as she leans back uncomfortably.

Ross is tapping her shoulder harshly and nodding for her to move, “I can’t take it any longer, please.”

Rolling her eyes she says goodbye to Carly and Gabby, promising they’ll get drunk at the afterparty.

Settling back beside Caleb and taking her awkward sitting position again he raises his brows, “You alright?” He ducks his head, whispering as someone accepts their award on stage.

“This material is uncomfortable.”

He brings her drink towards her, “Drink to forget, right?”

She shakes her head, “It’s too tight, I need it off.”

“Few more minutes.” He promises, “Few more minutes and it’s off.”

She nods, shifting again as it scratches her uncomfortably.

Their performance goes by quickly, she’s glad to be out of the dress for a few moments but then she’s being shoved into a dressing room, women picking at the shirt. She requests to keep this outfit, it's more comfortable and loose.

The women laugh at her quiet voice and tell her, “A woman of your beauty should be showing everyone not hiding it behind shirts.”

“I like my shirts.”

The one woman, who she’d learned was called Nikki, shakes her head, “Show off your body, darling, just for the night. Make your boyfriend go crazy for you.”

She nods, giving in too easily and letting them dress her up again like some kind of doll.

Then she’s sitting at the table, ignoring Matty and George’s giggles as they smoke under the table, ignoring Caleb’s reassuring whispers that she’ll be able to take the dress off soon and focuses on the artists going and coming to the stage.

Until the entire table is silent, watching as Maisie Williams reads from the card.

“The 1975!”

Tommie’s eyes widen, she sits still as their table erupts, Matty hugging Jamie and kissing his girlfriend, Ross moving around the table and Adam and Carly embracing.

Louis is the one to bring her out of it, yelling at her that they won as he hugs her.

She giggles, standing and hugs Louis back swaying him from side to side, she’s about to turn to Caleb who’s tapping Adam on the back when George is grabbing her hand and the pair of them are running ahead of the rest of the band to get to the stage first, both giggling madly like children.

They pause at the bottom of the steps, Adam and Ross kisses Tommie’s cheek as they pass her and when Matty finally gets to her they share a small smile.

Then he’s bringing her into him for a hug as the other three go on up on stage, he lowers his head towards her, whispering in her ear, “We made it yet?”

She hums with a shrug, “Let’s see.”

He pulls back, holding her at arm's length to look her up and down in her dress. Then he’s tugging her closer to kiss her temple, “You look beautiful.”

“I hate this dress.” She whispers back. “I don’t feel comfortable in it.”

He guides her up the steps with a hand on the small of her back, shedding his suit jacket before he takes the mic.

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“Hey, you seen Matty anywhere?” George leans around Louis’ chair to shout over to Tommie and she’s about to turn to Caleb to question him on the singer’s whereabouts but realises he’s missing too.

She looks around and spots them both at the bar a few tables away, seemingly in a heated debate.

“I’m going to get a drink.” She tells the table, pulling a face at George that says ‘I’m actually going to make sure those two don’t end up doing anything they’ll regret’.

When she approaches Matty has the widest smirk she’s ever seen, he leans away from Caleb whose fist is holding his collar of the ruffled shirt close to him.

Her brows furrow and she hits at Caleb’s hand, looking around at all the famous faces and cameras that could’ve seen the moment.

“What are you doing?” She questions through gritted teeth.

Caleb’s anger seems to redirect to her then, his fiery gaze looking her up and down.

She’s still in the dress, but has Matty’s jacket on to cover herself up. The moment he had noticed her discomfort in the dress he’d passed it over without a word.

“Could ask you the same thing.. You…” He lowers his head to meet her eyes directly, “You fucking lied to me, Tommie.”

She raises a brow then grabs his wrist casting a glance back at Matty. Who’s smirk has vanished as he watches them both carefully, as if suddenly realising the weight of his words.

She tugs him into the hallways beyond the main venue, raising her brows and crossing her arms. “What are you talking about?”

“You slept with him?”

She pauses, arms tightening their hold around herself, “Did you cheat on me? With- with him?”

“No!” She shakes her head quickly, hands holding onto his arm, the one that's lifted to rub across his face, “It was years ago, before we started dating.”

“Before you met me?”

She pauses, and then shakes her head slowly, “When, Tommie?”

“Just after the first album came out, when we were on tour. After Texas, before Vegas, doesn’t matter… it didn’t… I met you.”

She doesn't say what he wants to hear. That it didn't mean anything, because it did.

“Did it mean anything to you?”

Her shoulders deflate and he presses on, asking her again as he steps closer. Her eyes stare at the ground as she assesses her different options, lie again and later let the truth come out or just tell him the truth now.

“He took my virginity, Caleb, it had to mean something.”

“How could you-” He pauses to step away, “You lied to me. You told me nothing happened with any of them.”

She rubs her hands across her face, “Because I knew you’d react like this. You’d freak out and-”

“I’d freak out? I’m not freaking out, Tommie, I’m fucking annoyed.”

She bows her head, like a child being told off and rubs at her arms hidden by Matty’s suit jacket.

“We haven’t since,” She finds herself telling him, “Nothing, not even a kiss.”

“Is that why you let him treat you like shit? Let him walk all over you? For a chance to be there when he needs another good fuck?”

Her posture changes from defensive to offensive in a single second, head snapping up, downcast eyes staring through him. “Are you kidding?”

“No.”

She shakes her head, “Caleb, it was years ago, I chose you. I choose you.”

“But you didn’t,” He shakes his head, lips in a pout, “Not really, whenever he calls you’re there. You drop anything for him, you forgive him no matter what shit he does. Quite frankly, Tommie, it’s pretty fucking pathetic. It’s like you’re in love with hi-”

He pauses, his entire demeanour fades away, the anger replaced with sadness as he looks at the guilty look on her face, “You’re in love with him.”

It’s not a question. It’s a realisation.

She doesn't even try to deny it, to shake her head, to come to terms with it, because until this moment, she didn’t realise she was still in love with him either.

The doors behind them open, Gabby raises her brows as she looks between them, but her gaze settles on Tommie in the end, “You okay?”

She nods quickly forcing a smile as she lifts her shoulders, “We’ll be back in now in a minu-”

Then a door further down the hallway opens, and out comes the topic of discussion, “Here we go.” Caleb says, rolling his eyes.

“Everything alright?”

“Matty, just- leave. You’ve done enough.” Tommie says without looking at him.

He raises his eyebrows, now noticing Gabby and moving to stand beside her. His arm settles on her hip, tugging her into his side as she keeps her eyes on the situation. Her mind goes back to that day in London where she’d found her alone and bruised. She questions if the story of her father was the truth for a few seconds.

Matty looks between them all, making himself look taller as he moves to grab Tommie’s arm guiding her away from Caleb, “The guys are waiting for us.”

“Don’t touch her, man.”

“Cale-” Tommie sighs and shakes her head but Matty pushes her behind him.

“As far as I’m concerned you don’t speak for her.”

“Matt-”

“Just answer me this, Tommie…”

Caleb moves around Matty to look pleadingly at her, brows drawn together, chin wrinkled. The desperation on him is clear, he reeks of it, he also reeks of the cheap alcohol he’d been buying from the second bar out the back that all the fans had to get from.

“Do you love me?”

Gabby shakes her head, “I’m sorry, what’s going on here?”

She stands beside Tommie, hand on her back comfortingly and Caleb scoffs nodding, waving a hand drunkenly around, “Does she know?”

He turns to Matty, the one who’d told him the information- no, the one who’d boasted that he had Tommie before him.

“Does your girlfriend know you’re in love with her?”

Matty scoffs, “I hope so, tell her all the time.”

Caleb stumbles and shoves him back, “You know what I mean.”

“Caleb, you’re drunk, let’s go home, come on.” Tommie says moving to grab his hand but he rips it away and pushes her back from him.

“I’m not going home with you, not right now.”

“Then leave alone, mate.” Matty tells him, puffing out his chest and smirking at Caleb.

“Matty, can you just leave, please?” Tommie begs turning to him and raising her brows.

He stands a little taller looking down at her, “Why? So he can beat you in pe-”

Tommie’s hand moves quickly, smacking Matty across the face, brows furrowed. Not in that playful way she usually does, or in the way she does when she’s laughing too hard and needs something to ground herself with, tears rolling down her cheeks, her eyes squinted and that smile he adores.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?”

Matty’s brows quickly unfurrow and he steps towards her, his face morphs from realisation to guilt, hand softly rubbing the red hand print forming on his cheek“Tommie, I’m so-”

She shakes her head, “Why would you insulate something like that? What’s wrong with you?”

“Baby, I didn’t mean it I was just-”

“Baby.” Comes the loud American scoff they all ignore.

“Just causing more problems because you can’t stand the fact that someone is happy and you’re not the root cause of it-”

Gabby’s stepping between the two bandmates now, “Guys, come on-”

“No, Tommie, I’m doing it because the two of you are fucking miserable together. And neither of you have the balls to leave. Him because he needs you to make it in the industry and you because you’re so fucking desperate to feel loved, to please people. You need to be a perfectionist, you need people to like you so much you’ll stay in this shitty relationship just to feel it. You’re so afraid of being alone that you’ll suck anyone’s dick to-”

Matty’s head is falling to the side, Caleb’s standing above him, everything is happening, two different arguments, two different people.

She pushes Caleb back, letting Gabby fuss over the barely sober Matty.

“What the fuck?”

“He just called you a whore!”

Tommie’s muttering to herself looking around, chest rising and falling as she tries to decide what to do.

There’s a distant ringing in her ears, muffled by her own racing thoughts.

“I wouldn’t worry about him,” Caleb tells Gabby, “He’ll be fine. He’ll be boasting about sleeping with Tommie again in the next few minutes.”

Tommie pauses looking around at the three of them, “What?” Gabby’s voice is small and fragile. So unlike the young woman Tommie has come to love the past few years.

“You slept together?”

“It was years ago?”

“And get this,” Caleb adds, “She’s in love with him.”

Matty’s stumbling, looking over at her, “You’re in love with me?” His one hand is holding him up on the wall, the other is holding his bleeding nose.

“I-I never- I didn’t-”

“Tommie.”

She breathes in deeply, looking between the three of them slowly.

Gabby shakes her head and sets off towards the exit out into the alleyway, “No, Gabs, wait-” Caleb shakes his head and goes towards the bar then it's just her and Matty alone.

“You’re in love with me?”

He stares at her, waiting for her to say something, anything. His jaw clenches, unclunches, her mouth opens then closes.

He scoffs, shakes his head and walks backs into the hall.

She looks at the three different directions, focusing on the door in front of her the one Matty had just gone through.

Then she makes her decisions and moves quickly, bending down half way through her run to take off her heels and abandon them somewhere.

Sacking the door open, her feet hit the cold wet floor and she looks around.

“Gabby!”

The Australian pauses, but then carries on and Tommie finds herself picking up the pace, “Please, Gabs will you just let me-”

“Let you what, Tommie?” Gabby asks, turning to face her, it’s now Tommie sees the dark tracks of mascara down her cheeks, “Explain that you’re in love with my boyfriend? What was-” She pauses to sniffle and wipe her eyes, “Was our whole friendship just a li-”

“Please don't say that.” Tommie says desperately, hands falling to catch hers, moving to wipe her tears, “You’re my best friend, I love you.”

“Yeah, and you love, Matty too.”

“Of course I do.” Tommie gasps out, “I always have loved him, but I don’t- I’m not in love with him.” She tells her “Not anymore.”

She gulps before explaining, “I used to be, for a long long time, then I realised that… he deserves someone who can love him as much as you do. I can’t, I won’t….”

Gabby shakes her head, “What am I supposed to think, Tommie? Our whole friendship? The whole past two years, were they based on lies? You didn’t tell me-”

“Please.” Tommie’s desperate, she's desperate for Gabby to believe.

“You’re my best friend, you’re like, my only friend, please, Gabs-”

Gabby shakes her hand off of her arm and shakes her head as she walks towards the street, “I-”

“I stopped loving him because- I realised he’d never be able to love me,” She decides honesty will be the best way to get her out of this, to salvage any relationship out of this she can. “He used to bring back the most beautiful women I’d ever seen. I’d be forced to watch them do things we’d never be able to do, normal relationship things, stupid silly childish things that no one really cares about.

They were always so gorgeous, usually models or actress… I used to be so jealous. And then- well, then he brought you along to that stupid New Year’s Party, and- You’re fucking amazing, Gabs. You’re beautiful, fucking stunning, kind, so down to earth, and you love him. You genuinely do love him despite the fact he’s an arsehole and that you get hate, that’s when I realised deep down subconsciously that Matty and I could never be together-”

“Stop… just stop talking… Please.”

Gabby looks up towards the sky, not a single star in sight. “I just- I don’t want to talk to you right now.”

“Are you-” Tommie pauses hands playing with the sleeves of the jacket she wears, “Are you angry with me?”

Her voice is small, like a child’s and her eyes refuse to make any eye contact at all.

Gabby shakes her head, “No.” It’s one word, muttered softly. So softly that the wind carries it away.

The tears in Tommie’s eyes fall, drifting down her cheek as she watches Gabby walk away from her without another word.

“Tom?”

She turns quickly, chest stuttering and falls into his awaiting arms.

“Hey? What’s happened?”

“I fucked it, Ross,” She tells him as she sobs into his shirt, “I fucked everything so bad. I-I’m sorry.”

Ross’ brows furrow as he looks up at Gabby’s figure at the end of the alley, the Australian has turned back for a single moment before crossing the road to the awaiting taxi cab.

“Fucked what?”

“Everything.”

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