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starryblueeyesandstarryblueskies · 28 days

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The Princess and The Pogue | J. M.

Pairing: JJ Maybank x reader

Summary: Your daughter comes home from school telling you about a local OBX fairytale. It turns out it’s about you and your husband.

Listen to But Daddy I Love Him for full experience

Requested by @idontevenknowbsblog

A/N: This turned out way longer and more angsty than I had anticipated but I’m a sucker for the angst. I just can’t help it. I’m sorry this took me a million years to finish!

As I am an adult, all characters I write for are written as adults. Any minor characters will be aged up to the general range of their actor’s age.

Warnings: allusions to domestic abuse, controlling parents, forced engagement, so much fucking angst, only kinda proofread

Word Count: 3.5k

Your daughter’s tiny feet press against the back of your seat as you head home after picking her up from school.

“Mia, stop kicking,” You laugh, “Mommy’s trying to drive.”

“Sorry, Mommy.” Your daughter giggles. “I’m just so happy today!”

“I’m so glad you're happy, Baby.” You smile at the five year old in the rearview mirror. “What did you do at school today?”

“We got to draw all our shapes today and we sang the alphabet song a bunch of times!”

“Ooh sounds like a fun day.”

She claps excitedly. “Oh and Kylie’s older sister told us a fairytale at recess!”

“A fairytale? Very cool. What was it about?”

“Did you know a princess used to live here? A long time ago. She ran away with a pogue because her evil king father wouldn’t let them be together.”

Your eyes widen at her words, a small smile forming on your face as she tells the story that takes you back to what seems like a lifetime ago.

“Mom, I’m headed out,” you yelled through the foyer.

“Ok, hun.” Your mom poked her head over the stairwell. “Just don’t stay out too late. We have that business lunch with the Cameron’s tomorrow and it’s very important that you be there.”

“I’ll be back in a few hours,” you promise, “besides I’m just going to hang out with Sarah.”

“We just love that you and Ward Cameron’s daughter are friends. It looks so good for your father’s business for the families to be close. Especially with you set to inherit the company someday.”

With Ward Cameron being the biggest real estate developer in the Outer Banks and your dad owning the biggest construction company, the two men worked closely on most of their deals. They were also the closest thing to friends that either of the men had. The two richest men in the island made for a powerful team.

“Glad I can help you keep up appearances,” you muttered under your breath.

“What was that, hun?”

“Always happy to help the family.” You gave your mother a forced smile and made your escape, slipping outside and into Sarah’s waiting car.

“Ready to go see your man?” She grins at you and you return the gesture.

“God, yes.“

You hadn’t expected to fall in love with JJ Maybank. Considering the very different lives the two of you led it was surprising the two of you ever even crossed paths, but that was one of the perks of being Sarah’s friend. When she fell in love with John B and got involved with the pogues she dragged you along with her.

It wasn’t like you had anything against the pogues. In fact, you had admired them from afar your whole life. Their freedom and adventures were something you envied, forever stuck in your kook bubble. You didn’t have a choice but to follow the plan your parents had created for you.

JJ, on the other hand, hated kooks with a passion. He had a hard enough time with Sarah joining the group and when she brought you in, arguably the even bigger kook princess with the even bigger kook king of a father, he vowed to himself he would never accept you. After all, you represented everything he hated, the life he always dreamed of but would never attain.

He would sneer and call you “princess”, his voice dripping with disdain, doing everything in his power to piss you off, but you didn’t mind. You loved his passion and the way he would do anything to protect the people he cared about. You ignored his insults, treating him just as well as you would anyone else.

Before he knew it, your soft words and beaming smile had softened JJ. He began to actually look forward to your presence in the group, feeling sad when you couldn’t get away from your parents to spend time with them. Then, one day the two of you were the only ones to show up to a pogue hang out. You ended up spending hours just talking and getting to know each other. The rest was history and you had been together from that day forward.

Unfortunately, you knew that your parents would never let you spend time around a pogue, let alone be in a relationship with one. So, like Sarah and John B, you and JJ had to keep your relationship hidden. Thanks to the help of the pogues, the two of you had been successfully seeing each other behind your parents’ backs for over a year.

“I’ll be back to pick you up at 8:00,” Sarah reminds you. She pulls up to the little cove where you and JJ liked to meet. “We only have a couple of hours tonight because of that lunch tomorrow. Don’t want our families to get suspicious.”

You nod. “Got it. I’ll see you then.” You slip out of her car. “Tell John B I said hi.”

“Will do.”

She pulls away as you make your way around the rocks hiding the entrance to your spot.

“Hi, princess.” Your boyfriend grins at you in the orange light of the sunset, pulling you into a hug.

“JJ,” You breathe him in, soaking up the comfort he gives you. “I missed you.”

“I missed you too, baby. Four days without you is four days too much.” JJ leads you over to the blanket on the sand, sitting back so you can settle between his legs.

“I know. I’m sorry, I just couldn’t get away much this week. My parents are going crazy about this lunch tomorrow.”

“Aren’t they always crazy?” JJ jokes, poking your side. You squirm a little bit, trying to escape his prodding.

“I mean, yeah. They’re just extra crazy this week.” You settle further into his chest, JJ giving up his attack in exchange for wrapping his arms securely around you. He nuzzles his head into the side of your neck. “But, it’s okay because at least we have right now.”

“How long do we have until Sarah comes back to pick you up?”

You let out a sigh. “Two hours.”

“That’s it? Damn.”

“I’m sorry, J.” You look back apologetically, but he just shakes his head.

“Hey, don’t apologize. We just have to make the most of the time we have, like usual. It won’t be like this forever.”

“Right.” You give him a small smile, turning back to face the sunset before he can see the doubt in your eyes. You hoped JJ was right, but you had no idea how things would ever change.

As expected, your time together flew by too quickly and before you knew it Sarah was back to take you home.

JJ was reluctant to let you out of his embrace. “We’re still on for tomorrow night, right? After you finish up with all your kook business?”

“Of course, baby. I wouldn’t miss it.” You give him one last goodbye kiss, distracting him long enough to slip out from his arms. He pouts, but lets you go, knowing if it was your choice you would never leave.

You stare numbly at the wall, unable to will yourself to move from your position balled up on the bed. You aren’t sure how long you've been laying there looking at nothing. You didn’t feel anything, having cried out all your tears hours ago. A buzzing sounds from the other side of the room, your phone going off once again, but you don’t pick it up. It’s probably Sarah calling again to see if you’re okay after what happened at lunch. You’re not.

Having sat in silence for so long, you jump when you hear a rattling at your window. It takes you a minute to clamber over to the window with the lights out in your room. You hadn’t realized how dark it had become outside.

You peek out warily, trying to determine the source of the noise. “Shit.” You mumble under your breath as you realize JJ is perched in the tree closest to your room.

You unlatch the door so he can climb inside, turning away from him quickly. You’re thankful for the darkness in that moment as you scramble to make yourself look presentable, flattening your hair and wiping at your face. You pull down the sleeves of the massive sweatshirt you’re wearing, one you stole from JJ months ago, making sure you are completely covered.

“JJ, what are you doing here,” you whisper, “What if someone sees you?”

“I was worried about you. You were supposed to meet me hours ago, remember?” He sounds frustrated.

“Shit. I’m sorry. I totally forgot.” You run your hand down your face stressed. “I didn’t mean to stand you up.”

“You forgot? Y/N, I’ve been calling and texting for hours.” JJ moves closer, but you step back. “I thought something bad had happened.”

He takes another step back. Again you back away, trying to keep him from seeing your face. Brows furrowed, JJ moves towards you again. This time you can’t move away fast enough, bumping your dresser as you try to get away.

“Woah, wait.” JJ takes your face in gentle hands. “Have you been crying?”

“It’s nothing. I’m fine.” You try to pull away, but he doesn’t let you off that easily.

“Baby, what’s going on? Is it something I did?” The worry in his eyes brings a fresh wave of tears to your eyes. You shake your head, willing them not to fall.

“No, no. You haven’t done anything wrong.”

“Something with Sarah?” You shake your head again.

“Your parents?” That stills you. “It is your parents. What is it? Did something happen at lunch?”

You don’t answer.

“Talk to me, baby. I can’t make it better if I don’t know what’s wrong.” JJ’s voice is so sincere and his touch so soft. He really thinks he’ll be able to fix whatever the problem is.

You gather your strength and gently pull away from him, not wanting to see the look in his eyes when you tell him.

“My father and Ward Cameron have decided that it is in the best interest of their respective businesses for our families to be officially joined.”

“What on earth does that mean?”

You feel like you're going to be sick, but you force the words out anyway. “I am set to be married to Rafe Cameron.” You keep your eyes on the floor, waiting for JJ’s response. He stays silent.

“I had no idea they had this planned until my parent’s announced it at lunch.”

“What do you mean you’re marrying Rafe Cameron?” He tries to keep his voice calm. But you can hear the venom behind his words anyway. “You can’t just marry Rafe.”

“I don’t have a choice, JJ. They practically signed my ownership papers over to Rafe right there.”

JJ is pacing your room now, hands constantly running through his hair. “He can’t just do that. You’re an adult, Y/N. Tell him no.”

“I can’t tell him no JJ.” He stops in front of you, the look on his face half shock half anger.

“What are you talking about? You can’t just tell me that your father is marrying you off to Rafe and not even try to fight him on it.” You turn from his intense gaze, unable to handle it any longer.

‘Y/N-” JJ reaches for your arm to turn you around and you flinch back hissing in pain. Your sleeve rides up, revealing a number of dark bruises.

“I tried talking him out of it, JJ. He made it clear saying no wasn’t an option.”

JJ seethes, body tense with anger. “He hurt you.” It’s not a question which is just as well because you have no response.

“I’m gonna kill him.” He growls.

You lay your palms flat against his chest. “No, you’re not. We can’t make this situation any worse than it already is.”

“He can’t just get away with this!” JJ’s voice rises with his anger and you shush him quickly, looking back at your door.

“Please, Y/N.” His voice cracks on your name. “Things can’t just end like this.”

The pain in his words breaks your heart. You let the tears fall freely, unable to hold back the emotion any longer.

“I’m so sorry, JJ.” He cradles your face in his hands like he did at the beginning of the night. “There’s nothing either of us can do to change this.” JJ brushes his thumbs against your cheeks, brushing at the tears. “You should go.”

“No, Y/N.” He has tears running down his face too. “I can’t leave you like this.”

“Please, JJ. You have to go before something wakes him up. I don’t know what he’ll do if he finds you here.”

JJ’s eyes flit down to your wrists, taking in the bruises once more before he nods slowly. He won’t be the reason your father hurts you again. You lips press against his slowly, both of you pouring all the love you have for each other into the kiss.

“I love you,” you whisper against his lips.

“I love you, too. Always.”

With those last words, he slips back out your window, closing it quietly behind him. You watch as he climbs back down the tree and crosses the property. As he finally fades out of blue, you sink down to your floor, your knees unable to hold the weight of your body as it’s wracked with sobs.

You don’t leave your room for days. All you can do is lay in your bed and cry, mourning the loss of the man you love and the life you had planned.

If it was up to you, you would never leave that room. Unfortunately, your parents have other plans. They parade you and Rafe all over town, making sure everyone on the island knows the two of you are “madly in love” and engaged to be married in the spring. The whole pageantry of it makes you sick.

The cherry on top of the whole ordeal is the engagement party that you parents planned for the weekend. They rented out the whole club and invited every kook on the island. You’re pretty sure it’s your own personal hell.

Sarah pins one last curl to your head. “Done. You look beautiful.”

You give her a small smile that didn’t reach your eyes. “Thanks, Sarah.” You were dressed in a white sundress that your mother had bought for the party and Sarah had done your hair and makeup to perfection. The whole look was stunning, but you just feel like a trophy being shown off.

Sarah gives you a sympathetic look. “You ready for this?”

“No. But I have to be.”

It takes everything in you to keep a smile pasted on your face as Rafe takes your hand and leads you out to the throng of people. Everyone smiles and hugs you, offering their congratulations. You do your best to seem gracious and excited, but all you feel is emptiness and the faces move before you in a blur.

You make it two hours into the party before you can’t take it any longer. The panic that has been creeping up your throat all night takes hold and you have to break away. You excuse yourself from Rafe, claiming a need to run to the bathroom. He gives you a harsh look and makes you promise to hurry back, but ultimately lets you go.

You hurry away from prying eyes, not letting yourself break until you get inside. Chest heaving, you gulp down air like you’ve just run a marathon. One of your hands is pressed against your chest, the other braced against the walls to hold you up as you stumble towards the bathroom.

Before you can make it more than a few feet an arm catches you around the waist, pulling you into an alcove you had never noticed. You stumble back, trying to pull yourself together, not wanting whoever grabbed you to see your harried state.

“Hey, hey. It’s just me.”

Familiar hands rub up and down your arms, grounding you. You look up to see the blue eyes that you love so much.

“JJ,” you whisper, breaths still coming fast and hard.

“It’s okay, baby. Just breathe.”

JJ holds you close as you will your body to calm, feeling safe for the first time all night.

“What are you doing here?”

“I had to see you, talk to you.”

You sigh, looking at him with sad eyes. “As happy as I am that you’re here, you have to go. If anyone sees you. My father, or Rafe-”

“What if you didn’t have to worry about them anymore?”

“JJ, we’ve been over this. I can’t break this engageme-”

“What if we just left? You and me. Right now.” His eyes bore into yours, willing you to see the possibility.

You can’t act like you haven’t had the same thought yourself, but you just didn’t see how it would be possible. “How would that work, JJ? My father controls my whole life. My money, my future, everything.”

“You don’t need anything he has to give you, Y/N.” His voice is pleading.

“JJ…”

“We can figure it out. You have a degree, I have experience. We’ll get jobs. We’ll make it work.” He reaches a hand into his pocket. “I know I can’t give you a life like this-”

“I don’t want a life like this.”

“-but I will do everything in my power to give you a good life, to make you happy.” He holds up a simple, beautiful band of silver. “Will you marry me?”

You stare up at him with wide eyes. “Are you serious?”

“I’ve never been more serious about anything in my life. Say you’ll marry me. We can leave right now. I have a plan to get us off the island. Your parents won’t know until it’s too late. Just say yes, please.”

“Yes, yes.” You nod vigorously. “I’ll marry you.”

You rip off the gaudy ring currently on your hand and JJ replaces it with the silver band. He kisses you so deeply you think you see stars.

“I love you, JJ Maybank,” you whisper when you part.

“I love you too, Y/N Y/L/N, so much.”

You could stay in that moment forever, but you both know you don’t have time to waste. JJ begins to pull you to a side exit, but you stop him. There’s one last thing you have to do before you leave.

You find a piece of paper, scribbling out a few quick words and titling to your father.

Have fun explaining to the Cameron’s that your daughter ran off with a pogue

Y/N Y/L/N

You set the folded paper on the center table, placing Rafe’s ring next to it.

“Ready to get off this island?”

You grab JJ’s hand. “God, yes.”

JJ was right, the two of you figured it out. You both found jobs on the mainland and created a happy life for yourselves. You and JJ got married a few months after you ran off and Mia came along a few years later.

You had kept in touch with the pogues of course and they let you know when your father and Ward Cameron’s businesses had come crashing down, forcing the two men off the island. They had no power anymore, so eight years later you decided to move back to your home. People had gossiped at first, but they moved on to the next big thing when they realized that neither you nor JJ cared what they had to say. You wanted to be in the place where you grew up and fell in love, and you wanted Mia to be surrounded by the friends that you called your family.

Mia was just about bouncing in her seat by the time you got home. You hurried to get her out of her carseat so she could rush inside and see her dad. Friday’s were always her favorite because JJ got off work early and was already home by the time you brought her back from school.

She pulled you along by the hand as she continued on about her fairytale. “The evil king disappeared and they lived happily ever after.”

JJ scooped Mia up as the two of you entered the house, making the little girl squeal in delight.

“Daddy!”

“Who lived happily ever after, Mia-mine?” She giggled as he burrowed his face in her little belly.

“The princess and the pogue!”

JJ’s eyes met yours over Mia, giving you an intrigued look.

“Kylie’s older sister told her a fairytale at lunch about a couple that used to live on the island.” You tell him with a knowing grin.

“A fairytale? That’s awesome, baby.” JJ lowers Mia back down to her feet. “Hey, why don’t you go wash up and Mommy and I will make you a snack.”

“Okay, Daddy!” The little girl runs off happily.

You make your way to the kitchen, JJ coming up behind you and snaking his arms around your waist. “So the princess and the pogue, huh?” He smirks as you turn to face him.

“Who knew we’d become an OBX fairytale?” You reply.

“It makes sense. It doesn’t get much more ‘happily ever after’ than this. Right, princess?”

You give him a gentle kiss. “Right, pogue.”

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janeyseymour · 2 months

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Love Thy Neighbor- pt 9

Summary: Ellie finds out about the two of you.

WC: ~2.2k

Ellie still doesn’t know about your relationship with Melissa. It’s not like much has changed since entering this relationship with the redheaded woman that lives across the hall. She still comes over almost every night, the two of you cook dinner, cuddle with Ellie on the couch before putting her to bed, and then you stay up and have another glass of wine together. Occasionally, she spends the night, but she sneaks out early enough that Ellie doesn’t see, and you’ve avoided your daughter’s meltdowns since that first night that she caught the two of you asleep in bed without her.

But it’s getting to a point where you think maybe you should tell her. Especially when Melissa casually brings up the fact that her lease is ending soon.

“Yeah,” she says quietly as she thumbs through her mail. “And my rent is going up… asshole landlord hasn’t upped my rent in six years, and here we are.”

You frown at that. “What have you been paying?”

“Less than you,” she snorts.

“By how much?”

“You pay what?”

“Upwards of two grand,” you sigh. “Why do you think I still DoorDash occasionally?”

“Hun,” she sighs.

“I have to make it all work… and Jared is so behind on child support right now,” you roll your eyes. “I’m about to lawyer up again.”

“You know I have a guy,” she tells you. “And I ain’t paying that. I’m paying like eleven hundred a month.”

“What the fuck?” your eyes nearly bulge out of your head.

“An’ he’s still only raising my rent to sixteen hundred,” she says. “But that’s way cheaper than the shit that you’re paying… he’s practically robbing you. Should just move in with me, and we can split it.”

“What?” you raise a brow.

She shrugs. “We practically live together anyway. It’d make sense.”

You hum thoughtfully before turning in her arms. She isn’t wrong, in all actuality. But making it official and moving in with her would mean… you shrug and settle against her to finish the movie that you’re in the middle of watching while you grade papers and she goes through her mail.

“I’m not sayin’ you have to make any big choices or anything, and I know your lease don’ end for another four months, but give it some thought.”

That’s the end of that conversation, and you curl into her once you’re done grading. Her arm is draped lazily around you, settling on your thigh.

Melissa ends up renewing her lease, grumbling about the increase in her rent- although you remind her that she can’t really complain when she’s still paying half a grand less than you. The next two months fly by, and then you really do have to start considering Melissa’s offer of moving in with her and splitting the rent.

You’re laying together in bed one night when you broach the subject hesitantly.

“My lease is ending in two months,” you say softly.

She turns to look at you. “Yeah.”

“And my rent is going up too,” you sigh. “I really don’t know if I can afford to stay in this complex.”

“Just move in with me,” she says without hesitation. “I already told you that.”

You smile softly. “I didn’t know if you meant it or not though.”

“Course I did,” the redhead chuckles. “I meant it two months ago, and I mean it now. We practically live together as it is; don’ make sense that we’re both shelling out a shit ton of money to just end up in bed together at night.”

“I mean, Ellie still doesn’t know.”

Melissa sighs at that. “Yeah. I’ve been thinking about that too. I think it’s time we tell her, although I do think that a part of her knows.”

“I do too, but… any time I bring up her father… you’ve seen how she reacts.”

“I do, and I’m usually the one she clings to after the initial meltdown,” Melissa tells you. “I think… that while it might be weird for her mother to have a new significant other, it’ll help soften the blow that it’s me.”

“Yeah,” you hum quietly. “I think you might be right. We’ll just have to introduce it to her slowly, and then… if she’s okay with it, we can bring up all moving in together.”

The next day, the two of you take Ellie out to the park after school. She’s all grins as she hands Melissa her backpack and races off towards the slide in the middle of the playground.

The two of you settle on one of the benches to keep your eyes on your little girl, and Melissa wraps an arm around you. Usually, the two of you wouldn’t do this anywhere but on your couch, her couch, or in your bed, but if you’re going to go public about your relationship, this might be an easy way to ease Ellie into it.

The redhead keeps her arm around you as the two of you chat about your days, and you settle a hand on her thigh. It’s warm, it’s comforting, it’s what you’re used to in the confines of your homes. And when your daughter yells over to get your attention as if the two of you haven’t been watching her run up the steps and slide down the slide for the last five minutes, she giggles when she sees how close the two of you are.

“Miss Mel! Take a video!” Ellie shouts from the top.

With her free arm, she fishes her phone out of her jacket pocket and points it towards the little one.

“Okay, Ellie girl,” Melissa smiles. “Go ahead!”

As soon as your daughter’s beaming little face comes down to the bottom, she’s sprinting over to the two of you. Without any questions, she settles herself in both of your laps and grins.

“Can I see?”

She hands Ellie her phone and allows your daughter to watch with a grin. Your daughter giggles leaning up to kiss Melissa’s cheek. The redhead responds with a kiss to Ellie’s temple, and then one to yours.

Ellie looks over at you with the most curious face. “Why did Miss Mel just kiss your head like Daddy used to?”

You blush furiously, and you swallow around the lump in your throat. “Because… well, baby…” You don’t quite know how to say this.

“Because I love your momma,” Melissa cuts in gently.

“Well, duh,” Ellie giggles. “She loves you too.”

It’s clear that what Melissa was trying to get at goes right over Ellie’s head, and she looks to you.

“Miss Mel kissed my head because… Miss Mel and I are kind of in a relationship like the one Daddy and I were in,” you phrase awkwardly, not quite knowing how to explain this to the little girl sitting in your lap.

Ellie’s eyes go wide. “Wait, really? Girls can like like girls?”

“Yeah, sweetness,” you tell her gently. “And Miss Mel and I like each other in a romantic way.”

Ellie sits thoughtfully for a few seconds before shrugging. “That’s cool. I like like Anna, so…” then she breaks out into a grin. “Can we get ice cream?”

You roll your eyes playfully. “Why don’t you go run around a little more, and then I’ll consider it.”

The six year old leaps off of your laps before running over to the swings and starting to pump her legs. You watch her in wonder.

“I’d say that was easier than we thought it would be,” Melissa hums as she taps away at her phone.

“Yeah,” you hum. Then you purse your lips just slightly. “I think my daughter just came out to me at the age of six.”

“I think she did too,” Melissa chuckles as she continues to look at her phone. “At least she doesn’t have to worry about fear of rejection from her mother when she’s older.”

You chuckle softly before laying your head down on her shoulder. You glance down to see what your girlfriend is doing, and it turns out she’s adding the video of Ellie going down the slide to an album on her phone.

“What’s this?” you ask softly.

“Just an album where I keep pictures and videos of you and El,” Melissa tells you as if it’s nothing.

When you look at the album name, it’s labeled with a singular red heart.

“Oh?” you raise a brow and place your hand over your heart. It may be the fact that you’ve had a child, or the fact that you’re currently hormonal as hell, but your eyes well with tears.

“I look at it when I’m having a rough day with my kids,” she tells you. “It always makes my day a little brighter.”

“Can I see the pictures?”

Melissa hands you the phone, and you look through it. The contents make your heart so light. There are so many pictures of you just strumming your guitar or ukulele, a few videos of you singing as the sunlight hits your face nearly perfectly. And there are even more pictures and videos of your daughter- running around, singing her own little songs, hugging her, smiling brightly.

“I didn’t know you had half of these,” you whisper.

“I like to take pictures and videos when you guys don’t really know,” she shrugs. “Natural and beautiful.”

“You’re ridiculous,” you reply, but you do send a few pictures to yourself from her phone.

After Ellie runs around for a bit longer, you do give into your girl’s puppy dog eyes for ice cream. and you notice from your peripheral vision Melissa’s camera snapping pictures of both you and your daughter enjoying your ice cream.

And then the three of you head home, she makes you dinner, and you enjoy every bite of it. When you curl up on the couch, Ellie is immediately in your lap, and Melissa’s arm is around you, squeezing your hip gently.

You hand your remote to the little girl, but she just looks at you and your girlfriend. “I have questions.”

“About?”

You two.”

“Shoot,” Melissa says shortly.

“Do you and Momma kiss?” She nods. “Do you and Momma love each other?” Melissa nods again. “Are you gonna be like my second Momma?”

At that, you bite your lip, but the redhead takes this one. “Your momma and I love each other and everything, but we’re taking it slow and seeing where it takes us.”

Ellie nods thoughtfully. “Are we going to live together?”

“What makes you ask that?” you ask softly.

The six year old shrugs. “Don’t couples live together?”

“Sometimes,” Melissa tells her. “Maybe in time.”

“We all practically live together anyway,” your daughter says as she reaches for the remote that you set aside. She turns on her program and lounges against the two of you. “Let’s make one thing clear though, Momma: Miss Mel is still mine.”

“Hear that?” your girlfriend jostles you gently. “It’s me and El for life.”

“I suppose I have to make peace with the fact that my daughter is closer to my girlfriend than I am,” you sigh dramatically as you kiss both of their heads.

A bit later, you both take the little girl to bed and tuck her in. She practically begs for a story from your neighbor before she finally settles in for the night.

“Stay tonight?” you ask Melissa once you exit your daughter’s room. She pulls you in gently and pecks your lips.

“I’d love nothing more,” she sighs softly before leading you into the bedroom.

Once the two of you get situated, you exhale slowly. “So… I’m thinking maybe we should move in together?”

“Yeah?” She cranes her neck to look at you. “You moving to my place, or am I moving in here?”

“Well, since you already renewed your lease, and it would be way cheaper with your landlord situation… your place? It should be an easy move too- just across the hall.”

“I would be more than happy to have the two of you join me,” Melissa smiles. “You know I use my second bedroom for storage mostly anyway- for shit I don’t need anymore but hold onto… it’ll force me to get rid of some of it.”

“Really?” you ask.

“For the two of you? It’s no question,” she promises you as she kisses your temple again.

You snuggle up against her and drift off to sleep.

You wake up in her arms, thankful it’s a weekend for the two of you to sleep in while Ellie entertains herself playing dress up and having a tea party with her stuffed animals in her room.

The sunlight streams in through your curtains, and you spend a decent amount of time in a sleepy haze with your girlfriend. Only when you roll over to get out of bed do you look at your phone.

And there it is- the one thing that could throw everything you know in this new life for a loop: a text from your ex-husband.

I’m in Philly this weekend. We should talk.

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unloved-cadillac · 1 year

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I’m Drunk and I’m Drunk (Shouta Aizawa x Reader)

Coming home drunk to your hot boyfriend is always a good way to end a night.

Yeah it’s been a while. Hi<3

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“Toodles!” You yell at the taxi driver waving your hand while throwing your tote bag over your shoulder. You began to walk on the driveway but clicked your tongue as your ankles began to give out. “Fucking mother fucking shoes.” You grumble as you take them out. The lights in your house switched on and the door opens to reveal your boyfriend.

“Hun?” He calls and you look up to see Aizawa. “Hi babyyyyyy.” You greet as you walk clumsily up the stairs. “Whoa,” Aizawa catches you, “easy there, tiger.” He says and takes you inside.

He shuts the door and looks down at you. You had your arms around his waist and chin on his chest, looking up at him. “Looks like you had fun.” He teases as he moves your hair out of your face. “I diddd.” You slur out. You push him around to sit in the island chair and make yourself comfy in between his legs. You stare at him for a while and he tries not to smile at your drunkenness. “You good?” Aizawa asks and you pout.

“You’re so hot. Did I ever tell you that?” You ask. “You did. This morning actually”

“Yeah well I’m telling you again. You’re very, very sexy and I love your face. And your body. Do you like my body?” You ask as you move his hands to hold your breasts. “I do. A lot.” You smile and hold his face. “I want you..mmm I want you to..” you sigh and lay your forehead on his shoulder. “What do you want me to do, Y/n?” Aizawa asks softly and you groan.

“I’m horny!” You yell, lifting your head and sway a bit. “And only you can help me, Shou~ I could only think of you while I was out. And how badly I didn’t want to go cause I wanted to be with you.” You say and he looks at you. His eyes move down to your body and admire how the short dress sat on you.

“Tell me more.” He says and you hum. You throw your head back, exposing your neck and Aizawa licks his lips. “Cmon, pretty girl. Tell me more.”

“I..want you to eat me out first, then I want you to fuck me. Nice and hard. So hard that I can’t say or think about anything but you.” You say and move his hair from his face and hold it. “I don’t want you to miss a spot on me.” He bites his lower lip and hoists you on his lap. He makes his way to your neck and begins to bite. “Carry on.” His voice is mumbled by your skin. Your mind started to get cloudy. He smelled so good. Like he just got out the shower. His natural, musky scent was making you mad. You pull his face away from your neck and made eye contact with him.

“You’re driving me insane, Shota.” You whisper but remains silent. “God, you’re my everything. I just want to be with you forever. So come with me.” You take his hand in yours and force him up and to follow you to the bedroom. You throw him on the bed and close your door. Walking to him, you undo your dress and take it off and stand in front of him in your lingerie panties. Aizawa watches you come close to him and he couldn’t help but touch you. His soft fingers trail up the side of your thighs as you tug his shirt. “Off.” You pout and he complies. His lean body on display for you as you straddle his lap and run your hands on his warm chest.

He couldn’t take it anymore. Aizawa was going to snap if he didn’t have you. You were drunk and he loved you drunk. You let loose, told him what you wanted, took control. He loved it. You took his hands, one on your breast and the other on your clothes pussy. He had to restrain himself from moaning at how wet you were.

Leaning down, you captured your lips with his and moaned at how good he was. Even in your drunk daze you knew this was what you wanted.

“Do what I said, Sho,” You whisper against his lips, “do me.” Instantly, he flipped you over and found comfort in between your thighs. He takes off your panties and leans down.

“Step one.

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“Inspired by me being drunk.”

🖤🤍Thanks for reading🤍🖤

-Caddy.

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mistress-riddle · 11 months

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𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐄?

cw. sirius black x reader. cursing. humour. smth unserious being treated seriously bc sirius is involved and he’s dramatic.

a/n. icl this was inspired by my ben barnes binge yesterday.

a shaky exhale sounded from a place nearby and you lifted your head from lazily skimming a magazine to direct part of your attention to your boyfriend hovering by the couch with a worried expression settled on his pretty features.

“you alright there, siri?” you ask, your eyes went back to looking over the page you were previously on before flipping to the next, not too bothered by sirius’ presence.

“babe, i think i’m finally ready.”

all of your focus was funnelled to sirius but your gaze remained on the colourful paper as you cleared your throat “what are you ready for, honey?”

another exhale escaped his lips, hands clutching at each other and he sets his face to express determination “i’m ready for you know what.” he takes his bottom lip between his teeth.

discarding the magazine, you stand up to face sirius, hands darting to hold his own “i’m glad you trust me to do this for you, sweetie, it’ll be alright and over before you know it.” you release the grasp to place one hand on his cheek, and drag your fingers through his wavy hair.

“be gentle with me, please.” his voice verges on a pleading tone, eyes holding a desperate undertone behind them. his hand escapes your 2-hand clutch to hold your left hand in his right, and your right hand that was gliding through his tresses in his other.

“of course, anything for you, dear.” long gone was their usual teasing and bickering and in its place came compassion and softness. this was a huge deal.

“thank you, love.” you guide him to your bathroom and get him seated on the stool before the large mirror.

“give me a sec, hun.” you pat his head before leaving him to search the required items. doubt begins to build within him once more but he works harder to push it down with a gulp and you’re by his side a few moments later “okay, we can always stop if you don’t want to do this siri, don’t let your friends force you to do anything you don’t want to do.”

“please, just get it over and done with.” he almost cries and you shake your head, giving him a back hug before tapping his shoulder in understanding.

“it’s okay baby, i’ll love you the same regardless.” sirius appreciates the sentiment, eyes blinking in gratitude, finding comfort in holding your hand tightly “alright, close your eyes, i’ll be quick.”

sirius complies, lashes fluttering as his eyes close shut and he finds himself grasping at your thighs from behind you for comfort, you let him be for the time being as it was yet to be a hindrance to your procedure.

around 20 minutes later your hand grasped sirius’ jaw and he looked up at the mirror, gazing wide eyed at the reflection it presented. “holy shit...” he ran his fingers through his hair once or twice (probably 10 times) and turned to face you so quickly he might’ve gotten whiplashed in the process “is it possible that i look even better?”

“yeah, this is actually unfair,” you sigh, arms crossing as you study his appearance “i guess i should be happy that i’m so lucky.”

“and here i thought not having long hair would make me look...” he grimaces “average.”

sirius whose hair was close to growing past his shoulders now donned a haircut that did not pass the nape of his neck. he hasn’t had hair this short since his 3rd year at hogwarts, choosing to instead grow it long because he believed he looked better that way plus it annoyed his mother (a well added bonus if you asked him).

“you’re so annoying, you know that?” you roll your eyes, lightly shoving him before retreating to your bed and you can hear sirius following you.

“yeah, you tell me that every day,” he proudly claims “it’s part of my charm.” he winks.

“you said that about your hair but that’s currently in the bin.”

“but with my devilishly good looks i’m bound to look amazing with any hairstyle, who would’ve known that long hair was just inhibiting my full potential?” sirius was so quick to find another mirror located in your bedroom and admire his new hairdo.

“i hate the fact that i can’t even argue on that, you handsome motherfucker.”

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claire-elvisgirl · 6 months

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MY LITTLE FRIEND 1/3

Summary: Elvis is your daddy’s best friend. He’s been around your family since you were a little girl and you practically grew up together never minding the age gap between you two. He starts to feel something for you. Is he ready to let his feeling go and ruin a long-life friendship?

Warnings: +18, touching, age gap (f 20/m 33), smoking, masturbation (m), non-consensual sex attempt, fingering

Word count: 2177

It was a lovely afternoon and you and your daddy were relaxing at home. You lived most of your life with him, because your mother was always traveling for her job. Suddenly the phone rang. Your father took the call, then he came to your room.

“Y/n, I have to go out for a while. Elvis called me, he needs my help.”

You knew Elvis since you were a child as he was always around your family and he had lately become your father’s best friend, even if he was younger than him. You liked him, but sometimes you find him too effusive. You kissed your daddy as he left and you got back in your room to your reading. After a while, someone knocked on the front door. You got downstairs and when you opened you couldn't believe your eyes. Elvis was right there, in front of you. Beautiful as ever. He wore a white shirt, black pants and boots and his skin was tanned. In his hand he was holding a long, thin cigar.

You blushed a little as you saw him: “Elvis, what are you doing here? I thought you were with daddy.”

He smiled sweetly. “Hi y/n! In fact I was, but I figured I'd pop by to see ya too. Ya alright?” he asked.

“I'm fine. And you look…wonderful.”

“Why, thank ya!” Elvis smiles as he looks at you from head to toes. You started to get nervous and stood by the door, preventing him to get inside. He coughed a little and looked at you in a funny way: “Man, I’m sweating like a horse…could ya get me a glass of water?”

You looked at him with a bit of suspicion as he was clearly lying. He was just looking for an excuse to get inside: “I won’t bite ya!” he said with a mischievous smile. You decided to let him in. As he entered the house, you found your way to the kitchen to get his water. He followed you, staring constantly at your every movement. You handed the water and he drank.

“Thanks hun!” he said pinching your cheek. He turned back to the living room, heading for the door, but instead of going out, he stopped and he sat down on the couch. He patted the seat next to him and you felt the heat of his stare. “I just wanted to make sure my li'l angel was okay. I do worry about ya being here all by yourself.” He takes a long drag of his cigar and continues to take his time.

“Can you stop smoking inside the house, please?” you asked annoyed.

“Sorry y/n.”. He put the cigar away. “I told your daddy I'd keep an eye on ya for him. But now that I’m here, I got some pretty naughty plans about ya…”

You found him absolutely irritating when he acted that way, so you tried to get out of the house, looking for your daddy, but Elvis stepped between you and the door. He grabbed your wrists and pinned you to the wall.

“I'm in charge now, sweetie. And let me tell ya, a man has needs, ya know? I don't think your daddy would be too thrilled to find out I took a little piece of his little princess!”

You looked at him mouth-opened. “You…you wouldn’t…”

“Oh, I definitely would y/n, but if you just relax a little, ya just might enjoy it too!”

You struggled to free yourself from his grasp and as he let you go, you took your phone and tried to call for help, but he grabbed it from your hand and threw it against the wall. “Hey!!”

“I told ya to relax. You're making things worse for yourself. Ya see, lil’ one, I don’t wanna hurt ya or do anything bad. Let’s just enjoy the rest of the day and see what happens!?”

You tried to push him back: “Elvis please... you can't do this! You’re my father's best friend...how could you...”

“You know y/n, it’s funny because I was thinking the same thing. Your daddy always trusted me. So don't worry, I won't do anything bad...as long as ya behave, of course. Trust me! Now…go up in your room and get yourself into something more suitable. I'll wait right here on the couch!” he let you go and sat down with his legs spread apart.

“What do you mean?” you asked. He gave you a dirty look: “Ya know, something a little more...revealing.” He put his hand inside his pants and he started to play with his cock.

You looked away in disgust. “I'm not going! And please, try to stay calm because I don't like what you're doing!”

“I don't believe I ever asked if you wanted this or not, y/n. And don't you worry your pretty little head about it. I will stay calm as long as you listen to what I say and get yourself more comfortable.” Elvis smiled as he looked at you, keeping on touching himself and you noticed he was getting excited. Too excited. His hand paced up and worked his cock with more energy.

“Are you serious? “I’m gonna tell my father when he comes back! You'll get in trouble!”

He let out a little laugh and he started to moan: “Honey, it's okay, your daddy will never know a thing. So stop fussing and go get yourself into some clothes that match my mood. And besides, do ya really want to ruin everything? Your daddy's counting on me to be the perfect gentleman with ya, so you better do your part!”

“Elvis why are you doing this??” you asked him with teary eyes.

“Why am I doing this? Oh, y/n, you’re really naive. I've been crazy for ya since I first lay eyes on ya, since ya were little...and ya never even knew it. Remember all the times we went to the swimming pool together? God, your tiny swimming suits killed me every time!”. He rolled his head back on the couch as he kept on touching and his excitement grew.

That sight of him made you shiver. “Ok that’s enough...you've had your fun. Now stop.”

“Y/n, I've only just begun. And if ya don't give in, then I might really start to feel a little bit...dirty. And that's a bad thing. Now, my little angel...” he stopped his hand, he got up from the couch and he came towards you. He grabbed your hand pulling you in his arms and then he pushed you down on the couch. He put his hand over your mouth and held you tight against him: “I've waited too long for this moment to lose it now.”

“Oh my God, Elvis.. please…” you tried to say something, but your words were muffled.

“Y/n, don’t worry, I don't want to hurt ya, really. You're such a sweet, precious girl. But if ya don't stop struggling, something bad could happen. Just relax and let me take care of ya, my little angel.”

“I don’t want to…” you said trying to push him away.

“You have no choice now. So just relax and trust me. I promise I won't hurt you. You'll actually enjoy it.”

He grabbed your face and forced your mouth open with his tongue, his desire for you intensified.

“Y/n, stop struggling. Don't you know that the more ya fight, the more excited I'm getting? Don't put me in a position where I have to teach ya a lesson.”

“A…lesson?” you asked.

“That's right, sweetie. A lesson that's gonna leave ya begging for more. Ya better quit messing around or I'm gonna show ya Elvis’ other side, and ya might not like it at all. Now be a good girl and just relax. It's just me and ya. No one else in the world cares what happens between us. So stop fighting it.”

He took your hand and picked you up from the couch, leading you in your bedroom. “C’mon, let's see what we can find that's comfortable for ya...and amusing for me!” Elvis started to search through your clothes.

“What are you doing?” you asked in shock.

He gave you a sweet smile. “Oh, just looking for something that matches my mood and the situation and...” Elvis picked up a very short and revealing dress. “…well hello! I think we've got ourselves a winner. That’s exactly what I was looking for. Put this on for me, will ya!?” he asked putting the dress on your bed.

“What? Are you crazy? No way!” You threw the dress back on his face.

“Oh, I see…so ya wanna play hard to get. Well, alright then, but do understand something, lil’ one: if ya refuse to give me what I want, I'll have to take it the hard way!”

Elvis grabbed you and pulled you close as he started to kiss your neck.

“Oh my God…” you gasped under his strong grasp.

“That's it, my angel, just let it happen. Why don't ya just enjoy the moment and let me show ya a good time, huh?”

He pushed you against the wall and kept kissing your neck: “Y/n...little angel...I know what ya want. And I know what I want too. So let's give each other what we want and get this thing over. Don't make this difficult, little one. Let me take care of ya. Let me love ya.”

He kept pushing you against the wall and started to unbutton your blouse. “Relax now, don't make me hurt you, ‘cause I really don't wanna do it! No more fighting. Just be a good girl for me and let yourself go.”

He kissed you again and felt your slight resistance turning into surrender as he felt your body respond to his touch. A light moaning escaped from your mouth as you felt your pussy trembling.

“Good girl. You're learning quickly. Are ya enjoying this?” Elvis slid a hand in your panties and gasps: “Oh good Lord, baby, you’re as wet as a sponge down there. Is it because of me?” He kissed you passionately, slipping two fingers inside of you, pumping them in and out, then he stopped for a while. “This will be our little secret, okay? But remember: if you ever think about fighting me off, then I’ll make ya regret it. Do ya understand?”

You nodded shocked from what he did. “O-okay!”

“That's my girl. And don't ya worry, y/n, if you behave, I'll make it worth your while.” Elvis whispered something in your ear and pumped you again with his fingers. You couldn’t help but moan louder, as you felt a strong pressure in your body.

You were about to cum on his hand, when the door downstairs opened. Your father was home earlier and he found your broken phone on the floor. He looked around for you worried: “Y/n?! Y/n where are you?”

Your face turned white as a sheet of paper and Elvis quickly put a hand on your mouth. “Don't ya even dare say a thing. Your daddy would be furious if he knew what I was doing to ya. So just be a good girl and everything will be fine, right?” and as he said that he tried to fix his and your clothes.

Your father reached your bedroom and he saw Elvis sitting on your bed, trying to confort you, with a hand into your ruffled hair. “What the hell is going on in here?” he asked. Elvis walked up to him and smiled. “Hi Bob, she was just...I mean, there's been an accident and she broke her phone. I saw she was in shock and I just took her here to check on her until ya got home. I was just checking on her, ya know, to make sure things are alright. She’s such a sweet girl and I just wanted to make sure she was okay.” Elvis smiled at your father and turned towards you. He winked at you to play along.

“I see…” your father didn’t seem too sure about it, but he didn't say nothing more.

Elvis walked to the door. “I was on my way out, anyway. So, y/n, I hope to see you again soon.” As he passed over your dad, he looked back at you with a naughty look that left you trembling and breathless. You felt a sense of relief now that he was gone, because you didn't feel good about what he did. You looked down at yourself in the mirror and saw that you face was a little red from Elvis's kisses and you touched your neck, feeling a little sore where he kissed you. Then you felt something between your legs. You went in the bathroom and you found yourself incredibly wet in your panties. You were shocked. It made your heart beat faster and you felt anxious. It was possible you were enjoying what he was doing to you? You looked down at yourself again, and in that moment you knew a thing for sure: you wanted more.

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bloodka · 2 years

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CHANGE YOUR MIND

Hakkai tries to change your mind out of breaking up with him and Mitsuya.

mitsuya x hakkai x fem!reader

warning: smut, degradation/praise kink, sub/dom, threesome.

a/n: hope y'all enjoy

"Honey?" Takashi mumbled softly while answering the call. "Yeah, no worries hun, I'm home"

"Who is it, Taka-chan?" Besides him, Hakkai asked looking for a few seconds up.

"It's y/n, she wants to talk with me"

"Is Hakkai with you?" You asked instantly. "That's even better. I'll be there as soon as possible"

You three had been dating in a polyamorous relationship for about five months now. It was Mitsuya's idea, since he realized he loved both you and Hakkai and could not date one without dating the other. Neither you nor Hakkai declined, glad to please the boy you both liked so much. And that's how the odds of your relationship began. But it was more of Mitsuya splitting his time to spend time independently with each of you two instead of participating all together, because while Mitsuya was in love with both of you, Hakkai was clearly looking foward him and only him despite your subtle tries to get close to him. And that was the reason you were walking miserably to Mitsuya's appartment.

"I like her"

"What?" Takashi asked calmly.

"I like her" Hakkai repeated one more time. "I like her, a lot. I feel stupid for not paying attention to her in the start of our relationship. I am going to tell her"

"You are her boyfriend as well, ya know?" Takashi laughed loudly.

"We all know we don't act like it" Hakkai looked at his boyfriend with a shy smile. "Imma apologize to y/n properly and I am gonna tell her"

About 15 minutes later, in your eyesight appeared the door of Mitsuya's appartment. You knocked loud enough for them to hear you but not hard enough to hurt your knuckles.

"Hey love, come inside" Mitsuya opened the door.

You didn't say much, just walked in his appartment and seconds later followed him to his room. There was no sight of his sisters or mother since they were in a school trip.

"Hi, Hakkai" You said sitting in the little sofa in Mitsuya's room. Hakkai looked at you for a few seconds at you and then went back to looking at the ceiling.

"Heyo, y/n" Playing it off he answered, pretending to be cool about everything when he was clearly nervous.

"So, hun, whatcha talk about, hmm?" Takashi sat down in a little chair that probably one of his sisters used for playing.

"Yep, I need to talk with you guys" You started. "I've been thinking about a lot of things lately and I came out to several conclusions, ya know? Lately I just feel like a third wheel between you two. I truly feel out of place taking Kashi's time which should be used... I don't even know, between you two. I really don't want to just hang around making you two uncomfortable, that's why I've come to the decision of breaking up. I really enjoyed being with you two, but you can continue without me"

Not feeling well you stood up and said a last goodbye before turning around and walking towards the door.

"Hold up!" Hakkai ran immediately after you, taking your hand and stoping you from continuing. "You and I, we gotta talk. Takashi can die right now, y/n"

"Is there anything you want to say, Hakkai?" Again you looked at him. Containing the reflect of crying you looked straight in his eyes. His psyche shivered as your orbes awaited for him to react.

"Yeah, there is this..." He looked at the houseplant in the back. "I've also been thinking about something deeply. I... I like you"

"Are you kidding me, Hakkai?" You nodded ironically, laughing sourly. "There is no fucking way, boy. You are head over heels for Takashi, there is no way you look at someone else as you look at him. Now, if you don't want me to beat the shit out of you, let me go, I am not in the mood"

As you reached for the door, Hakkai lifted you up entirely and took you back to the bedroom.

"I know I've been taking his time" He started in his way. "I know you are jealous and I am absolutely committed to make it up to you"

"No, let me go right now" You said clearly.

"Let me change your mind " He asked while putting you down again and closing the door after you.

"What are you talking abou...?" The words stopped coming out of your mouth when his lips went to yours.

"Pretend I'm not here for now" Mitsuya said without taking his eyes off his phone.

Your eyes did not shut, looking in disbelief at Hakkai's face as close as you could. He didn't move away more than a single inch to catch his breath back, and got back again to press his lips roughly against yours, opening his mouth to lick slowly your lips.

"I don't know how to take the lead" He accepted while resting his forehead against your shoulder. "It's usually Taka who does when we do it"

"What are you even going to demonstrate, Hakkai" Your hands traveled to his chin, grabbing strongly and making him look at you forcefully. "You're beyond pathetic"

His eyes widened and his face adopted a reddish color rapidly, unable to move.

"I am not joking, I am pissed at you Hakkai" Genuinely you said. "I'm not saying this out of sexual spite to turn your little ass on. You're ridiculous. How are you even going to change my mind when you can not maintain eye contact?"

"I- I don't know, y/n" In a soft voice he answered. "I'm sorry"

"Shut it, right now. Is not even your fault, damn" Realizing you could've made him uncomfortable you kissed him again. "Maybe you need an opportunity. I am going to help you... but not that much"

Your lips played for a long time with his, biting and licking from time to time, until you saw the opportunity to make him open his mouth, and when he did, you licked his tongue. A soft groan escaped his mouth.

"I know he goes straight to the point" Your hands went around his neck and you grabbed the hairs in the back of his head, while at the same time pulling him towards you. "You know nothing about how it is really done, Hakkai. That's the reason why you don't let a man do a what a woman can do better"

You being against the door helped you visualize Mitsuya, looking a little bit angry at you for stating openly he didn't knew how to fuck his boyfriend, but he did let it slide just for Hakkai to get his redemption.

Kiss after kiss, you pushed Hakkai to the bed, until you made him sit at the top corner. He looked at you still standing up with starry eyes for a second. You laid a loud kiss again on his lips before sitting on his lap with both your knees at each side of his hips.

It was really evident that his lack of experience with woman was interfering somehow, but you managed to grab his attention by taking off the shirt you were wearing. As his eyes went wide open you slightly questioned yourself. Went for a break up, might come out physically broken.

Hakkai hugged your waist tightly while returning to kiss you desperately, his hands were not holding you, his arms were stoping you from moving in any kind of way unconsciously. The kiss continued as he pulled your torso towards him, the union between your lips made an extremely sweet sound that started to resonate in all parts of your body. But it wasn't until he moaned closely to your lips when he made you sit on top of his growing erection that you felt a throb of pleasure.

His face went blushed instantly and he refused to look at you, hiding his face in your shoulder, but you couldn't wait for sliding your hands under his shirt and touching his abs. He, then, licked his lips while you were looking at him and kissed your jawline slowly, licking occasionally the zone, which made your body shiver. Hakkai’s hands moved at the speed of light down to your hips, rocking you back and forth to feel the friction between you two as much as possible. His eyes were shut. “Can we get naked?” Innocently Hakkai asked and fulfilling his petition clothes flew across Mitsuya’s room.

“Can you please ride me baby?” Hakkai asked, his voice almost breaking.

“You'll have to try harder Hakkai, c’mon, let me know how much you really want it” Outlining his neck with your fingers you said, proceeding to kiss his skin and suck on it until a hickey decorated the area.

“Please y/n, I can't anymore, I need you to ride the shit outta me, please use me, please”

It took only that for you to fold to his petition, so you lifted your hips and positioned his throbbing cock for you to sit in slowly. Its size stretched your walls and immediately you left a moan out. And Hakkai, Hakkai was about to pass out, from feeling your warm and soft pussy around him and from how nervous he was.

“Start slow, he gonna die princess” Mitsuya attempted to say to save his boyfriend from his pleasure deathbed.

Accepting Mitsuya's recommendation as Hakkai was genuinely holding on thin air to keep himself alive and not cum instantly, you didn't move for a few seconds until his own hands held onto your ass, slowly but firmly pulling you towards his lap, making his own way around your insides that ached for the contact.

As Hakkai got used to the feeling of your body, he moved his hands from your ass to your waist and held you gently, waiting for you to start moving.

“I-Is it convincing enough” He muttered as you bounced up and down in his lap. Your mouth slightly open letting soft moans escape while your hands held onto his shoulders for support. You didn't answer him but instead increased the pace, instantly making him growl and moan uncontrollably loud as your hips ascended and descended rapidly on his cock, with both your fluids running down your inner thighs.

The lewd sound inundated the room and soon enough Mitsuya got up of his chair and sat down besides Hakkai, unbuckling his pants and letting his brick-hard cock free.

“You both are doing it so well, I am so, so jealous” Mitsuya said with a deep voice, the one he gets when he is really horny. Neither Hakkai nor you answered his praise, as you had captured Hakkai’s lip seconds before and you both were eating each other. Mid kiss, you opened your eyes and saw at the corner of your eye Mitsuya stroking his own erection silently while he observed the union between yours and Hakkai’s body, licking his lips and sighting from time to time, so you decided to take Hakkai’s hand and place both of your hands on Mitsuya’s dick to help him touch himself, both moving erratically as you were mostly concentrated in bouncing off Hakkai’s cock but still with the good intention of helping Mitsuya.

“Ahh, y/n... ah, ah yeah” Hakkai let his moans out while he closed strongly his eyes and held on tight to your waist, making sure unconsciously that your cunt took all of him in every thrust. As he pulled stronger and stronger your body close to his you started feeling his body tensing up as he called your name over and over. “Ah! ‘m almost there... aaah y/n” His soft lips said as he looked to you with the hottest expression in his face, and after a few thrusts you felt his warm cum filling your insides as he moaned your name.

It took him some time to recover, but you hugged him while cleaning up the traces of tears of pure pleasure in the corners of his eyes.

“I can't believe it, damn” Mitsuya talked making you both laugh “Hakkai's first time with a girl, no way”

“That's kinda homophobic Taka-chan” Hakkai said hugging your waist and resting his face deep in between your breasts.

“I ain't forgetting what you said y/n” Mitsuya said extending his hand for you to hold “Be a good girl and suck the anger off me”.

Smiling for him immediately you got down from Hakkai’s lap and crawled in the bed to get to Mitsuya, who's hand went to your cheeks as soon as u reached him. “Do it, please me now” He ordered as he caressed your skin with his soft touch. Following his instructions you directed your attention to his cock, holding it with one of your hands and slowly licking the tip that was glowing from his pre-cum. Mitsuya immediately whimpered and tilted his head back, feeling your wet tongue wandering of his sensitive skin. It didn't take long for you to put his dick in your mouth and start sucking it as you moved your head up and down.

“Hakkai don't seat there looking stupid” In between moans Mitsuya said, implying for Hakkai to join you two. “Is it ok baby?” Hakkai asked and you nodded with your mouth full, he then proceeded to position himself behind you and hold your hips as he slid his still hard cock inside you. Having Mitsuya’s dick in your mouth did not stop you from moaning as you felt Hakkai inside you, stretching again your walls and thrusting delicately while holding your hips. As you got used to his initially slow pace you continued to suck always with Mitsuya's hands caressing you.

Hakkai then increased the speed, making your movements sloppy and causing Mitsuya to star loosing it, moaning loudly as you placed his dick completely in your mouth being unable to control your own actions.

“Ahh this literally heaven” Mitsuya said sliding one of his hands through his hair as he looked at you in the eye for a moment “Who's my good girl? Who's my good boy?” He continued whimpering with lust in his voice.

“I am” Both Hakkai and you answered at the same time. Every thrust Hakkai gave you made your body bounce and hit Mitsuya's dick as deep in your throat as it could get. With the dirty sounds of your bodies mixing up and the desperate moans you all let out the room got filled of noises that aroused all of you even more.

Hakkai's thrust to your body got louder and harder every time, the collision between your ass and his pelvis sounder louder and louder as he held you by the hips and threw your body as closest to his as possible. You felt his big cock stretching your pussy as he moaned your name, but also hearing it from Mitsuya as he got closer to his orgasm.

“Ah yeah! Just like that, yeah” Mitsuya's soft voice said “’Bout to come baby... ahh” It only took him a few seconds after saying that to finish. Your mouth instantly got filled with his semen and he screamed your name.

“Oh god” Hakkai muttered breathing loudly. His accelerated pace started to make your vision go blurry and you started feeling your mind cloudy from the excessive pleasure you were receiving. “Hakkai ‘m so close” You moaned resting your face on Mitsuya's lap. Hakkai did not wait and went as fast as he could, making you cum and finishing too in a matter of seconds. You both took some time to catch your breath back, laying down hugging the other two, kissing their lips and telling them how good they did.

“So... y/n” Hakkai called “Did I convince you? Did I change your mind?”

“Hmm, Can I get another try to see?”

#mitsuya #tokyo rev smut #hakkai #mitsuya smut #mitsuya x reader #hakkai smut #hakkai x y/n #y/n #tokyo manji gang #tokyo rev x y/n #smut #hakkai x reader #oneshot #mitsuya takashi #hakkai shiba #tokyo manji revengers #tokyo rev x you #tokyo rev x reader

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jaestrz · 2 years

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Comfort after humiliation -choi seungcheol

Being an idol was a job that you wouldn’t trade for the world. Having 13 loving members and a supportive fans was it all to make you happy.

And you couldn’t be more grateful to have that experience even through hardship.

But if there’s something that could disturb you, it would be your mom’s friends who turns every moments awkward. You don’t hate your mom, but you hated her nosy friends.

When the company announced the dating between Seungcheol and you, the first person to call you was your mom telling you how her friend was a little disappointed. At first you didn’t really know why but it soon happened after the members and you have an ending ments before going off stage, waving at the people in the crowds.

Backstage, everyone was exhausted in a happy way. Having a 20 minute rest before they have to change to go home. But there weren’t any rest for you after one of the staff had called you telling that your mom wanted to see you with a “woman” who the staff referred to was your mom’s friend, separating you and the group.

“Y/n? Where are you going?” Hoshi’s question made Seungcheol stop his conversation with Wonwoo and gazed at you. You just smiled and said “I’ll see you guys a bit. If you need anything I’ll be at the hallway.” before walking with the staff and meeting up with your mom, greeting her and her friend.

The air conditioner hits your skin.

“You were great on stage.” Your mom complimented, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear that was covering your face. You smiled. “Thank you— but what brings you and your friend here.” You told them in a slight confusion tone.

Her friend chuckled. “My son Ji hun has a liking interest in you for a long time and I do honestly think you’re perfect for each other. Maybe you know? You two can date and get married once you two get to know each other more.” Her words made you a bit uncomfortable but you understood. You can’t control your feelings for someone and it looks like Ji hun really has an interest in you.

But loving someone who works as an idol would be exhausting. Especially when it would be different than others. Dating a busy person would means less more attention and rarely see each other. Maybe he just never saw that bad side of dating.

Ji hun was a nice guy, he’s polite and somehow you heard from others he was 2 years younger than Seungcheol.

Now that he is seriously in love with you, you didn’t know what to expect. The boy was looking at you with serious in his eyes. “I actually already found someone I love and I’m not changing my mind. But I hope Ji hun will think me as his silly crush. Even if I’m not dating anyone, I don’t think we could be together. The company wouldn’t allow that.” You exhaled.

There was a hint of disappointment look in Ji hun’s eyes but you couldn’t think of anything to say. “I wonder why you even choose to be in this career. No offense but I think you should lower yourself a bit. My son has everything a girl wants. If the company can let you and that Seungcheol kid pass, why not my son? Maybe you’ll change your mind once you meet him. Who gave permission to date a band member anyway?” Your mom friend told you, showing off her son who was probably a little bit shorter than Joshua.

“That isn’t probably the nicest thing to say to a hard working woman . It took me years to get a woman like her. Have you seen how much she enjoys on stage? Doing her job?.” A voice said from behind.

Suddenly there was a light sound of footsteps coming towards you four, feeling an arm wrapped around your waist and pecked you on the lips from behind. There was a smile on your mom’s lips when Seungcheol greeted her. “I’ve made you all lunch before coming here. Eat well.” There was a large bag filled with water and bento boxes labeled with names on it.

Seungcheol took it from your mothers hand and thanking her.

There was a paranoid look on the lady’s face when Seungcheol suddenly smiled. “I’m sorry but we both have to go now. It was nice meeting you. Thank you mom for the food, i hope we see again on weekends.” Seungcheol told them before taking you away from them.

A proud feeling grew in him.

“You love me that much?” He asked, kissing your head.

“I do.” You told him. “Why would I choose someone when I have a boyfriend. I don’t even know him much. We only see each other when his mom comes over the house.” Seungcheol and you both stopped walking, standing at the empty hallway. “You also defended me, that gave me a little comfort” you told him.

“I couldn’t stand seeing someone humiliating the person I love.” He chuckled, burying your face in his chest.

“I love you baby”

A small smile crept up your face. “I love you too.”

#seventeen seungcheol #seungcheol au #choi seungcheol #scoups #idol!reader #seventeen #idol au #love #seungcheol drabble #seungcheol fluff #seungcheol x reader

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sketchy-rosewitch · 9 months

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Play With Me Like a Child: Carly Jones x Bo Sinclair

Warnings: Carly and Bo are both 18, PinV, fingering, Bo somewhat being Bo, (anything else I missed please tell me)

A/N: Day 3! day 3 day 3 day 3! dayyyy 3! I changed this idk how many times and landed on Carly x Bo so now y’all get this!

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Day 3

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The school bell rings and Carly is quick to get up and make her way to her locker to grab the rest of her things.

Nick told her not to wait up on him, he and Dalton were going to be hanging out tonight. Carly took this chance at lunch to ask Paige is she wanted to hang out. Unfortunately her and Blake were going on a date tonight.

Which means Carly is going to be alone. She hasn’t been alone on a Friday night since her freshman year. But last week changed everything. Her and Wade finally had a serious talk about him coming to New York with her.

Wade didn’t take it well, he spent the whole year trying to avoid this talk knowing sooner or later it’d have to come. Last week was when it came and Wade tried so hard to get Carly to stay and Carly tried so hard to get Wade to go. They couldn’t come to a conclusion and it ended in their break up.

The whole school caught on quickly to it, but that wasn’t saying much as their class alone was only 75 students. Still, it was embarrassing. Everyone and their mother thought Wade and Carly would never break up, that they’d be High School Sweethearts. Now that they weren’t together anymore she could hear whispers of people wondering if true love really did exist.

Did Carly and Wade really set the bar that high?

The dirty blonde girl sighs as she frustratingly opens her locker. She puts the text books she doesn’t need away and pulls out homework she didn’t finish in class that she’d have to do over the weekend. One more month of this shit, then she was free.. until September that is, but even then it’s be a whole new set of work.

“Carly.”

The teen jumps slightly and looks to her right. Her eyes roll to the back of her head and she slams her locker shut.

“What do you want Sinclair?” She looks at him with her brow raised. The brunet has a crooked smile on his face. Carly knows how charming it is, but so does every other girl at this school.

“Just wanted to see if you wanted to hang out tonight.” He replies, shrugging nonchalantly. Carly maneuvers around him and makes her way to the school’s entrance.

“Why would I wanna hang out with you?” She asks, not even trying to hide her annoyance. The oldest Sinclair brother catches up to her and begins to walk at a similar pace as Carly.

“Cause you don’t have anything better to do.” He answers, Carly glares up at him, making Bo snort. “Listen, I don’t have anything better to do either. You’re free, I’m free. I’m single, you’re single. We can go out tonight. Everything is on me.”

“Are you serious? A week after I’ve been broken up with and you wanna ask me out?”

Bo stops in his tracks and laughs stupidly at himself. “Shit, I’m sorry I didn’t mean it like that.”

Carly is quick to turn around. “What did you mean by it then? Huh? You think this is some joke?” Her face turns red from embarrassment and anger. Instead of Bo getting pissed back at her, he holds his hands up.

“No, hun, I just think you need to have a fun night out is all. Relax a bit.”

The teen takes a deep breath and looks down. “Fine. But none of your, ‘Sinclair funny business’.”

“Anything for you. I’ll pick you up at 6.”

A truck horn honks loudly outside of Carly’s house making her cringe. Of course Bo had to let everyone in Ambrose know that Carly Jones was hanging out with him.

She grabs her satchel with money and her phone and walks downstairs. “Who’re you hanging out with?” Her mom asks. It’s not suspicious, yet Carly’s heartbeat picks up pace.

“Just Paige.” She smiles and goes to hug and kiss her mom on the cheek. Her mom would murder her if she found out she was actually hanging out with a Sinclair boy.

“Okay, well. Have fun tonight and be careful!”

The teen nods her head and leaves the house. Bo’s truck blasts heavy metal music and if Carly’s mom had come out here. She would’ve known right away her daughter was lying to her.

Nervously the girl opens the passenger’s door and she gets in. Her classmate turns down the music and starts to back out of the driveway.

“You look good.” He comments as he drives down the small town roads. She looks at Bo who wears a flannel with rolled up sleeves and jeans.

“You too. Your uh-hair is nice.”

God, why is she so nervous. This isn’t a date, she literally grew up with him too.

Bo smirks and combs his fingers through his curls. “Thanks.”

“So, where are we going tonight?” Carly asks, her fingers fumble with a loose string on her shirt.

“There’s a lake a few miles out. Figured we could shoot some cans and talk for a bit. Brought picnic shit too.”

“Mmm, you sure this isn’t a date?” Carly teases. She doesn’t mean to be but she ends up sounding more annoyed than playful when asking the question.

Honestly what he was taking her to do sounded a lot more fun than doing homework. It actually sounded more fun than what Wade usually had planned. A movie of some sort, it was always one in town, one at his house, or one of those drive-ins. Those would get so boring after so long and it wasn’t like they did anything together. Any advances she made would get brushed off.

“It’s whatever you want it to be.”

Bo parks the truck under some trees and gets out, Carly following close behind him. He grabs his shotgun and a bag and the two of them start to walk into a large field.

“Over by the peach tree.” Bo points. “I found this spot years ago, I take my brothers here sometimes. I’m surprised no one else has found it yet.”

“Why bring me here then?” Carly asks.

“You won’t tell anyone. Paige is just as city girl as you are so why would she come out here? Nick hasn’t hung out with you in years and Wade.. well ya know.” Bo explains, he sets down his gun against the tree and drops the bag next to it.

“Well why aren’t your brothers here?” Carly yells, Bo is yards away setting up the cans again, he glares at Carly but she doesn’t back down from her question when he doesn’t answer.

She flops down in a shitty lawn chair as Bo comes back up.

“Nuh-uh-uh. You’re up first.” Bo gestures his hands towards himself, he grabs his shotgun and hands it to Carly.

Carly looks down at it and then over at Bo. “I’ve never-“

“God, you really are a city girl.” Bo teases, his signature crooked smile comes in his face. Carly’s stomach churns and her face gets a bright pink in embarrassment.

“I’m not, I grew up with you Sinclair! I just never learned how to shoot a gun.” Carly grumbles. Her grip tightens defensively on the barrel of the gun.

“Well that’s just bad parenting. Come on. I’ll teach ya.”

Carly and Bo walk so they’re facing towards the old shitty fence with the cans on top of it. He takes the gun from Carly’s hands and sets it down. “Do this.” Bo crosses his arms but holds his elbows up and Carly mimics Bo. She watches closely as Bo takes his hand and pokes next to her shoulder but below her collar bone. “Gonna want the butt of the gun right here. It’s gotta be comfortable.” He says. “Your feet like this.” One toe faces forward and the other is pointed right slightly. Again Carly mimics Bo, not wanting to fuck anything up and get herself or even him killed. “Good.”

The teen’s heart swells but she shuts down the emotion immediately. Bo hands her the gun and puts her hands where they need to be, the emotions she feels for Bo coming right back up as if she didn’t just get out of a relationship just last week.

“Gotta keep both eyes open. Right eye stares right down the barrel.”

Carly nods her head. The brunet goes behind her and looks at her stance. She feels his eyes wandering, making her gulp. “If you think this is some way to check me out you have another thing coming, cause who’s the one with the gun Sinclair.” Carly’s tone is defensive. She’s scared, she can’t fall in love again, not when she’s going to be leaving this small town and especially not when it’s Bo Sinclair, who is far worse than any man out there.

Except if he’s so bad, why’d she go somewhere with him… alone.

“I ain’t gonna do shit, I’m makin’ sure you’re not gonna hurt yourself. Geez.” Bo sighs. She can tell he’s shaking his head at her. “I want you aiming at that rusty can in the middle.”

Carly listens her eye focuses on the can. “Safety off.”

She turns it off and shoots, the bullet hits just below the can. Into the wood of the fence. She aims again, this time higher and shoots. The can knocks down.

“Hell yeah!” Bo whistles with his teeth excitedly. “There we go!” Carly’s adrenaline picks up and she blushes.

The two manage to shoot cans for a couple of hours before they sit down and eat dinner.

“Ain’t much but it’s what I make Vincent and Les when we come out ‘ere.” Bo says biting into the chicken salad sandwich he made. Carly takes a bite too and leans back in the lawn chair.

The sun is starting to set, she looks at it then over at Bo. “Why didn’t they come?” She can’t help but ask about his brothers again, Bo’s quiet. She knows he’s reluctant to answer.

“Vincent’s getting caught up with the Wax Museum and Les made some friends of his own.” Bo replies. Carly nods in acknowledgment. “Is it true why Wade broke up with you?” Bo asks, he finishes up his sandwich and takes a sip of his beer which Carly never commented on.

“You mean him not wanting to go to New York with me? Yeah.” She answers, honestly up until now she forgot about Wade’s existence. She didn’t feel anything towards him anymore. Originally she was sad but now, who cares? He was never going to change his mind and she should’ve known that from the beginning of their relationship Freshmen year.

“He’s fuckin’ dumb.”

Carly furrows her brows and looks at Bo. “How so?”

“Because, he had one chance to get the hell outta here. Honestly if my girlfriend asked me if I wanted to go to college with her, I would’ve! Ambrose doesn’t provide shit. You get a whole new life away from this place and he takes it for granted.” Bo rants, he’s now standing up and pacing, Carly shrugs.

“Yeah, guess he wasn’t feeling it.” Carly mumbles, Bo looks at her.

“He didn’t deserve you. Fuckin’ hope you know that.” He huffs and shakes his head. Carly finishes her sandwich and chugs down her water.

“Yeah and that’s why I broke up with him Sinclair. Let’s just, forget about it, okay?”

The boy nods his head and takes another sip of his beer. Carly looks up at the peach tree and looks to see a single peach hanging from a branch.

“I can get it for you, if you want it.”

Carly feels how close Bo is behind her.

“Oh no! I was just-“

Bo drops his beer bottle on the dirt and climbs into the tree impulsively. Carly gasps.

“Bo! Get down here, I don’t want you hurting yourself!” She squeaks. On the ground she follows Bo as he walks and crawls to the branch where the ripe peach hangs.

“Oh god, please it’s not even that far of a drop!” Bo shakes the branch with his legs making all sorts of reactions come from Carly. Bo chuckles and before she knows it, Carly has to stop because of the water. Bo reaches up to grab the peach and smirks once he does grab it and shows it off to Carly. She nervously plays with her dirty blonde hair.

“See, nothing to be afraid of.”

“Okay, stop showing off and get back down here!” Worry still laces the girl’s voice. It had every right to as she hears the tree branch snap and then a large SPLASH. She gasps and runs towards the water. “BO?!”

Quickly she toes off her boots and jeans and jumps into the water. It’s not to shallow and not to deep, but with the sun setting it was harder to see what was underneath.

Bo come up before Carly can fully give under. He wears a goofy smile and it still holding the peach for Carly. The fort blonde huffs at the brunet. “You’re not funny! I told you to be careful!” She starts to walk out of the water and grabs her clothes and boots. Bo comes out after her.

“I was very careful! And I got your peach. Bo combs his hair back and out of his face and Carly glares at him. He makes it really hard with how he’s looking at her, she really wants to smile but she still is a little pissed.

Bo waves the peach in her face and she takes it, biting into it. The juice falls from her lips, down her chin and onto her chest. She wipes her mouth and raises a brow holding the peach out for him to take a bite from. He eyes her and takes it, biting the same amount she did and feeling as the sticky nectar drips down his chin too. Carly takes another bite, but this time from his hand and he finishes it off.

When Bo done chewing he grabs Carly’s face and kisses her deeply. Her lips and his both tasting like the fruit they just ate. Carly doesn’t even hesitate, she knows what she wants. Her fingers entangle in Bo’s wet hair and she lets out a small moan.

“Let’s-let’s go back to my truck.” Bo mumbles breathlessly. Carly nods and everything is quickly packed up as the last part of the sun sinks under the horizon.

Bo chucks the bag and gun in the bed of the truck before opening the hatch and lifting Carly onto it. Messily he kisses and licks at Carly’s jaw, his wet clothes getting thrown off in the process. He easily unclips Carly’s bra and she slips it off. When Bo’s hands reach her panties though both of them stop, panting and staring into each others eyes.

“Do you-“

“I’m a virgin.”

Bo backs up and looks at her. “You’re tellin’ me Wade had one of the prettiest girls in Ambrose and he didn’t fuck her once?” He growls. Carly nods her head.

“Got on birth control cause he said he wanted to. He never took my advances though so I never asked.”

“Such a goddamn cuck.” Bo rolls his eyes. Cary laughs which makes Bo smile. “Do you want me to?” His face drops into something genuine and it makes Carly happy.

She looks away but then back at Bo. “Yeah. I’m sick of waiting.”

Bo is slow with her. He grabs her hips and pulls down her panties. He stairs at her dark and hairy mound and almost drools, his thick sigh it’s dipping between her legs and pushing into her. She feels her pussy stretch and grabs onto Bo’s arm.

It feels good, so much better than her own fingers.

Bo’s thumb circles her clit lightly causing Carly to squirm and let out a tiny squeal. He leans down and kisses her cheek. “So tight. Gonna take good care of you.” He promises. Carly nods, her mouth wide open yet she’s unable to speak as his fingers curl in her. Wet noises come from her pussy as he pleasures her and she lets out breathy moans.

“God, I wanna fuck this pussy. This is a good pussy. So goddamn tight.” Bo growls into her ear and bites on her jaw lightly.

He pulls his fingers out and sucks on them as he adjusts himself, getting ready to fuck into Carly.

Carly looks at his huge cock then up into Bo’s blue eyes.

“Don’t worry. I don’t wanna hurt ya. I’ll be slow.”

Slowly Bo slides into Carly and she arches her back. Both of them letting out loud moans. She takes his face in her hands and pulls him down, kissing him messily. Without warnings Bo starts to grind into Carly.

The dirty blonde doesn’t care, she rolls her hips into him and lets out soft pants. Bo’s cock stretches her out with every thrust. Bo kisses and licks her neck gripping onto her hips trying to get more leverage. The truck creaks and groans underneath them.

“You feel so good around me. Squeezin’ me just right city girl.”

The nickname causes Carly’s pussy to pulsate around Bo making him groan more and almost fall on top of her. He keeps thrusting, his hand moves up and thumb caresses her nipple before he pinched it lightly. Carly yelps in surprise which signals Bo not to stop.

Carly’s legs start to shake as she feels her stomach tighten and she starts to sweat.

“I’m gonna cum. Please.” He pinches her nipple again.

“Fuck, yeah you are. You gonna cum around my cock? You gonna let me cum in you?”

Bo’s nose nuzzles against Carly’s cheek and he gives her a wet kiss. She nods and Bo smirks.

“Gotta hear you say it.”

Carly moans and Bo slows down slightly.

“Come on. Then you can cum.”

Carly wiggles trying to get more friction but Bo’s hands hold her in place. “Fuck.. fuck Bo just cum in me! Make me yours!” Carly screams, Bo starts up his pace again and it takes Carly right over the edge. Her back arches as her pussy spasms. She lets out high pitched squeals and cries into the night sky.

Bo falls over the edge rig after her. He bucks repeatedly into her pussy, filling her up just right. He grunts and falls onto her.

“Fuck you felt so good.” He sounds out of breath.

Bo looks at Carly and caresses her face, moving her sweaty hair out of it. He slides out of her causing her to whine. “Sorry, I gotta get you cleaned up.” He says, getting up, he grabs his flannel and wipes her pussy clean. He then pulls Carly back on top of him and the two lay there like that. The night air feeling warm against their skin.

“Do you wanna come to New York with me?”

Carly lets out a small gasp, no, she didn’t mean to ask Bo that. Not at all. No, that’s embarrassing, she tries to get up, but neither Bo or her own body let her.

Instead she hears Bo laughing, she can tell his nose is scrunched up.

“Ask me again in August. I think it’s too soon for you to think you’d wanna room with me.”

Carly opens her mouth to speak but shuts it again and nods. Bo plays with her hair and kisses her head a few times. The two lay there almost all night talking about everything and anything which each other. Catching up on all those years they despised each other.

#carly jones #bo sinclair #house of wax #house of wax 2005 #carly jones x bo sinclair #bo sinclair x carly jones #brian van holt #elisha cuthbert

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c0nsumemy5oul · 3 months

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WIP Wednesday Thursday

I've been working on something ever since I saw this post by @emlovessid and after a lot of planning and hard work I finally have a little snippet to share! I'm still in the first draft phase, so a lot of this might change but I really like what I've got going.

So, jegulus microfic (?) 766 words, rated T.

He knows that it’s impolite to answer the phone, especially when you’re in a radio interview, but it’s Regulus. He can’t not answer. “Would you mind if I answer that?” Dave, his nosy interviewer, didn’t even have the time to nod before James picked up the call regardless.

“Hey, hun.” James grinned, hearing his boyfriend’s voice. He lowered the volume so only he could hear it. “James, hi!” A beat of silence. “Your voice sounds different, are you alright?” “Oh, don’t worry about me, I’m fine.” Dave’s eyes were growing wide in his curiosity. James’ eyes twitched in annoyance. “Okay, well, I just wanted to make sure you can make it to my gala next weekend? You’ll finally get to meet my friends!” Regulus’s voice sounded a little on edge, like he thought James couldn’t make time for it in his busy schedule. Which is outrageous because that’s exactly what he drilled his assistant about when they made said schedule. “Of course.” James quickly shut down his doubts. “I wouldn’t miss it for the world.” “Okay,” Regulus made a sound and James instantly knew he was biting back a smile. “Are you busy? He asked after several beats of silence. “I am a little occupied, yes.” James shot a glare at Dave from under his mask. “But I’ll call you when I’m home.” “Alright. I’m gonna go have dinner with my brother now.” Reg told him. “Have fun.” James smiled widely. “Love you!” “Love you too.” James replied, watching the screen as Regulus hung up. He turned back to Dave, uncrossed and recrossed his legs. “Uh, sorry, what was the question?” “Who was that?” Dave borderline demanded, his eyes alight with curiosity and the prospect of a scoop. Have some subtlety, at least. James smiled tightly, “Wouldn’t you like to know.” His years in media training will not go to waste. “Yes, I would.” Dave smiled toothily, like this was some game to him. “I would like it very much.” Well, James won’t play. “It was my mother.” He can see the hesitancy on Dave’s face. But the man had to know he can’t call out a celebrity on a lie. He can’t be an amateur. “Mr. Prongs…” Or he can. James wished Remus was with him so could deck Dave in the face. “Don’t you know, Dave? I’m a total mama’s boy.” Dave laughed nervously, a retort on his lips, about to cross the fucking boundary. “Let’s move on with the interview, shall we?” James said pleasantly, but his voice was laced with poison. “What was the next question?” Dave cleared his throat and rearranged his notes, finally taking the hint. “Right, um. Fans are speculating about the new album you’ve been teasing, anything you can tell us about it?” Finally, a question they had agreed upon. James rattled off a practiced answer hinting some more to what the album is about and the style of the songs. (Mostly love songs. That’s Regulus to blame.) Towards the end, the same question that James has had to answer in every single interview he ever had as Prongs came up. “Why the mask?” James had a few answers ready. Imprinted in his mind forever due to the frequency of the query. He got tired of it all. “Why not?” He replied. “You can’t fault a man for wanting to keep his public and private life separate. And I like my stag mask.” “I understand the stage name,” Dave smiled again. James wanted to punch him oh-so badly. “But your face, Mr. Prongs.” “Exactly. My face.” James nodded. “If I were to show it, I would lose every spec of privacy I had left. This way I can go outside and blend right in when I want to.” “Well, you’d have some privacy left. Your mother’s calls, for example.” Dave joked. He chuckled innocently. James didn’t laugh. He was too focused on not ripping the man to shreds. He stood up. “Oh, would you look at that! We ran out of time.” They still had five minutes to go. But James can’t bear sitting in the same room as his interviewer anymore. He’ll get shit for answering the phone anyway, might as well really piss off his publicist. “Maybe we’ll continue in another interview.” They are not doing another interview. Dave looked at him with hopeful mischievous eyes. James is never stepping foot in this building again. “It was a pleasure to host you Mr. Prongs.” Dave said. “Good luck on your upcoming album.” “Thank you.” James nearly spat the words as he stormed out. He hated radio.

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Blue Memories // E.M.

Summary: Eddie and Reader are strangers turned friends turned lovers turned exes. We follow them on one really tense car ride and experience the ups and downs of their relationship through the songs playing on the radio.

Pairing: Eddie Munson x female Reader

Trigger Warning: Swearing. Mention of alcohol. Mention of food. Mention of drugs.

Wordcount: 10k + (It’s a big boy)

A/N: Likes, reblogs, comments are all much appreciated. I am German. Sometimes I get the tense wrong or make mistakes. I am useless when it comes to punctuation. Go easy on me, please.

Icicles hang from the eaves of the building like tiny cold daggers. A safety hazard for stressed-out Christmas shoppers.

A group of carolers stands a little off to the side, just far enough not to trigger the automatic doors but close enough to make sure none of the shoppers can ignore their incessant crooning.

It’s unfair, really. For her to judge them on their singing. They really aren’t all that bad and, on another day, she maybe would’ve even dropped a dollar or two into the red box saying “donations”. Today is not another day though. Today is today and today is very bad, no good, horrible, terrible, all kinds of shitty.

There are arguably worse places to be stuck with a non-working car than a Walmart parking lot an hour outside of Hawkins. That being said, there are also way better places.

Old Sally has been Old Sally before she was (Y/N)’s and though she has never been the most reliable car to begin with, she always pulled through in the end. Judging by the sounds she made just a few minutes ago when (Y/N) tried to start her, this might actually be The End. Full stop. Capital E. The one where there is no coming back from.

So what do you do when you’re stuck on your way home for the holidays? You call your family. You call mom, calm her down, convince her of the fact that you are okay and not dying and then you make her send dad to come get you. And it should work, right? In theory.

Only not today on this very bad, no good, horrible, terrible all kinds of shitty day.

Because dad has a broken leg from when he slipped on the ice so he can’t drive and mom already had a few eggnogs too many after her holiday party with the ladies from the salon.

“We can send someone else, hun. The Millers’ son is back in town, I’m sure he’d love to give you a ride.”

(Y/N) scoffed at her mother’s words. Kyle Miller had always been a fucking creep, lusting after her even back in high school. So she assured her mother she’d find another way home and told her not to worry.

And now it’s not her mother worrying. It’s her.

That’s what you get for stopping because you craved some flaming hot Cheetos, you dumbass.

She could walk, sure but what about her luggage? And what about the absolutely horrifying fact that she is a woman, it’s cold as fuck outside and about to get dark?

The movies teach us a lot of valuable life lessons. One of them — the most important one maybe — is to never say “it can’t get worse”. Because it will get worse. So much worse.

What the movies don’t tell you, is that even as much as thinking about it has the same effect. Because as soon as the thought crosses (Y/N)’s mind, it gets worse.

“Have yourself a merry little Christmas. Let your heart be light. From now on our troubles will be out of sight.”

(Y/N) wants to stab her fingers into her ears, all the way to her brain if possible. The caroller has a beautiful voice. A voice made to sing this melancholic Christmas classic. Again it’s not her fault that it pushes (Y/N) even closer to a breakdown. Only this time it’s not because of her current predicament. This song rips open wounds far older. Far deeper. Far more painful than anything life can possibly throw her way today.

Christmas lights paint the outside of Hawkins High in a kaleidoscope of bright colors as the soft fall of snow dusts the streets in a blanket looking like sweet powdered sugar.

The music coming from the inside floods out of the gym halls and reaches all the way to where Eddie’s van is parked at the edge of the parking lot.

The icy cold nips at their noses as Eddie and (Y/N) sit in the back of the car, feet dangling above the ground and the smell of weed wafting through the air.

“You’re a liar!”

“No, I’m not!”

“Eddie, you can’t be serious. Grandma got run over by a reindeer is nobody’s favorite Christmas song! “

His dopey smile sends little shivers down her spine. It always does. If there was a price to win for having the best smile, Eddie would always win. At least in her eyes. His smile is phenomenal. It’s breathtaking. It’s perfect. Sure, maybe it’s her loved-up, 16-year-old self talking who is completely, utterly, and unlucky in love with her best friend. But (Y/N) thinks of herself as a rather rational person and she’s almost sure it’s a widely known and accepted fact that Eddie Munson has the world’s best smile. People would have to be insane not to agree.

“Well, it’s mine.”

A frustrated huff falls from (Y/N)’s lips as she lets herself fall backward into the nest of blankets spread out behind them only for Eddie to follow suit just a second later.

“I can’t believe my best friend has the worst taste in Christmas music.”

“Hey, you are the one whose favorite Christmas candy are fucking candy canes.”

Their laughter echoes through the air like a song. One of hope and happiness and magic. This is what Christmas should always feel like, (Y/N) thinks. Easy and joyful and soft.

No stress and no fighting. No rush to be anywhere or do anything. Just here. Just this.

Her and Eddie and the snow and the sparkling lights. And some pretty good weed.

“Okay, okay next question. Ummm — what’s the best Christmas gift you’ve ever been given?”

You — she thinks. The words tickle her at the tip of her tongue, ready to slip out. She can just barely swallow them back down. Really, it’s not something you tell your best friend. Even if it’s true. He came into her life during the Christmas season and he’s been the best thing to ever happen to her.

“My record player, probably.”

“Good answer.”

It’s silly — she’s well aware, how much Eddie’s approval means to her.

“What’s yours?”

“Nuh-uh. Can’t ask the same thing!”

Rolling her eyes at his antics she tries to come up with a different question.

“Okay then, what’s your favorite Christmas memory?”

Eddie considers his words for a moment, carefully crafting a response as if all the world’s fate depends on his reply.

“When I was a kid and had just moved into Wayne’s trailer permanently, that was the first proper Christmas I ever celebrated. It’s not like we had much or anything but it was a lot for a kid who never had anything. Wayne cut down a tree but we couldn’t fit it in the trailer so we put it up outside. Ate Chinese takeout and watched White Christmas — and I got a present.”

“What did you get?”

“A guitar.”

“Did you get Wayne something?”

“Mmmh a mug.”

Her heart fills with delight and love as he tells the story. Eddie rarely talks about his early childhood. Sometimes it feels like Eddie before Wayne never existed. And though both would never admit it, they love each other dearly. They don’t say it out loud but you can see it in so many things, including all the mugs proudly on display, hanging from hooks in the living room area of the trailer. Dozens of “thank yous” and “I love yous” captured in porcelain.

“ Have yourself a merry little Christmas — “

“ I love this song!”

“You do?”

“Mm-hm”

Eddie glances at her from the corner of his eyes then looks back towards the roof of the van. There’s a shyness about him suddenly, one she has seen so very rarely. Eddie isn't shy. He's loud and confident even if half of it is just for show. Overdramatic and dialed up to 11. He's not usually like this.

"Do you um — do you wanna dance?"

"Huh?"

"Do you wanna dance?"

His voice is clearer now, stronger, more assured. It took a moment for Eddie to hype himself up. Get the confidence to ask the question, not really knowing which outcome he is expecting, which ones he's hoping for.

"Do YOU want to dance, Eddie?"

He lifts himself off of the van and stands before her all lanky arms and wild curly hair. He's wearing a black button-down that he swears he borrowed from Wayne. (Y/N) doesn't buy it though, the shirt looks crisp and clean. Still the blackest of blacks that only lives through maybe 5 machine washes before it dulls to a dark gray.

"Figured it's Hawkins High winter formal. Might as well do what's expected of us. And you like this song so —"

Not wasting another second on hesitating, (Y/N) takes a hold of Eddie’s outstretched hand and lets him twirl her into his arms. His hands are just as cold as hers, ice against ice. And yet she wouldn’t change anything about this situation for anything in the world. If feeling delusionally happy comes with a few sacrifices, like freezing, she’ll happily take the risk.

“Eddie, since when do you dance?”

He shrugs his shoulders “There’s a lot of things I’d do to make you smile.”

The cold melts away to make room for something else. A warmth that overtakes her, flesh and mind and everything. A warmth from the inside. All consuming. Magical.

And as they sway to Frank Sinatra’s voice softly carried by the wind, the warmth doesn’t go away. It wraps them in a blanket, shielding them from the outside world. It’s a moment you want to keep forever. One of those where even right then, as it happens, you know it is so much more than a moment. It is forever a part of your story. A part of you.

Eddie lets go of her hands for a second and bends down before reaching his arm out up above their heads.

“Oh, would you look at that, a mistletoe.”

“Eds, that’s not a mistletoe.”

“Yes, it is!” he insists, that signature Eddie Munson smirk on his lips that lets you know that he is well aware that he’s wrong but there’s no way he’ll admit to it. He is committed to being wrong and to making you agree.

“It’s a pine branch. I literally saw you pick it up.”

Eddie takes a deep breath, the air turning into clouds against the cold winter winds, as soon as it leaves his lungs.

“Look, humor me here. Let’s just pretend this is a mistletoe and we’re holding up a tradition. It’s soooo much easier than admitting that I am head over heels, absolutely dumbass in love with you and I might go crazy if I don’t shoot my shot and kiss you at least once. Okay? If we pretend it’s all fun and games then it won’t be so brutal when you end up rejecting me. Okay? Cool!”

For a second she wants to scoff, tell him to stop joking, to stop playing her for a fool. But there is a sincerity in his eyes she can’t deny. A flicker of something that has always been there but she could never really put a name to. He’s not joking. Not even a little.

“ Okay, sure. Let’s pretend it’s a mistletoe. Cause otherwise I’d have to admit that I am also disgustingly in love with you. “

He smiles at her again, that big smile that makes her knees feel like jello. The one that could win all the prizes. Only this time it’s hers. This one smile and this one moment belong to her. To them.

“ Guess we’ll have to stick to the tradition then, huh? “

“ Guess so.”

… and have yourself a merry little Christmas now.

It’s a cold kiss. Lips chapped from the winter winds and cold fingers grasping even colder faces. It’s hungry and soft. It’s desperate and slow. It’s all a kiss can and should be and more. It’s a hundred little moments wrapped in a perfectly imperfect kiss.

“I think —” Eddie says as he pulls away just far enough to speak. “I think this is my new favorite Christmas memory.”

A flurry of snow starts descending from the sky, gloomy gray clouds pushing away all of the blue. Icy snowflakes gather on (Y/N)’s hat, her hair, her nose — shaking her from her daydream. Enough trips down memory lane. They always seem fun and harmless until you take a wrong turn, drive down a backroad and end up crashing the car and watch it all burn.

“Well fuck.”

It’s bad enough being stuck at a Walmart parking lot, it’s worse when the sky glowers at you, threatening you with the potential of a snowstorm.

“C’mon Sally, why’d you have to do this to me today? It’s Christmas time, don’t you have a heart?”

In place of a response, the old car lets off another puff of smoke from its popped hood.

“That sounds like a no to me!”

A stinging sensation spreads from her heart all the way to the tips of her fingers. His voice still sounds the same as it did 4 years ago. Really, it was stupid to expect anything else. 4 years seem like a lifetime but in reality, they are but a blink.

She doesn’t dare turn around as if standing there unmoving might make him go away. Like a predator walking on, bored by its prey. Only Eddie is no predator. He never was. Though all the town seemed to think differently, he was always a lover and never a fighter.

“You can say hi, you know.”

If life was a movie, this would be the slow-motion scene. The turning around looking at the ex, angel choir singing in the background, love instantly rushing back in.

Only love can only rush back if it ever left in the first place. Not if it was pushed in a metaphorical box, then shoved to the back of a dark metaphorical closet.

Facing him is scary. It’s also inevitable. Things are so shit today, it really can’t get worse. There’s no way.

He looks hot. And maybe that makes things a bit worse, actually. He’s still got the unruly curls and he’s still tall and lanky but the awkwardness of an 18-year-old has worn off and he looks more like the man he is than the boy he used to be.

“Hi, Eddie.”

“Hey (Y/N). You look good — but Sally. I don’t know about her.”

The fact that he talks to her so casually, both enrages and amuses her. Maybe 4 years really are only a blink but that doesn’t mean nothing ever changes.

“Thanks um — you too. Yeah, she started making weird sounds and then the smoke started and ugh. You think you can take a look?”

He grants her a smile and she wants to jump in front of a moving vehicle as the flutters in her heart start. It’s ridiculous that he still has this effect on her. Not after everything. Not after that night 4 years ago.

“I can but I can already tell you’re not driving her anywhere tonight and it’s about to start snowing real fucking heavy. Do you — do you want me to give you a ride home? Your parents’ place I mean. I assume that’s where you’re headed? “

“Hmm, yup. Uh — you don’t have to do that.”

“I know, I want to.”

She wants to punch him. Not in the face but maybe on the arm or something. Hurt him but not really really hurt him. For being so nonchalant. Casual. For being so nice when he had none of that to give that one night 4 years ago and all the months after, right until the day she left for college. Does he think this absolves him? It doesn’t. There is no redemption for breaking her heart, no matter how many good deeds.

But what is the alternative?

With a look at the sky and the looming darkness, (Y/N) lets out a sigh and grabs her luggage from the car. Eddie’s old rusty van is parked right next to her. It holds so many memories, none of which she wants to revisit.

“Christmas, The snow's coming down … “

The choir launches into their next song and a smile takes over Eddie’s face. A smile (Y/N) hasn’t seen in a long time. One that doesn’t have an effect on her at all whatsoever.

“Why are you smiling?”

“Oh, no reason. It really doesn’t matter.”

Eddie likes Gareth’s house. Not just for the fact that the garage is big enough for them to practice in and his parents are nice enough to allow them to do so. It’s a nice place in general. It’s not big or flashy or anything but it’s homey and nice. For a kid growing up in a trailer park, it’s a palace. Not that he doesn’t appreciate what he has, he does. But it’s nice to dream. To imagine himself in a place like this one day, family included.

Walking up the driveway, guitar slung on his back, the icy ground crunches beneath his heavy boots. The garage door is closed so the boys must not have started practicing yet. Sometimes, when she’s home, Gareth’s mom makes them snacks or hot chocolate and they all sit around and pig out before playing some music. It’s nice of her to care for the boys even if they aren’t her kids. It gives him a little glimpse of what it must be like to have a mother.

“They're singing "Deck The Halls"

But it's not like Christmas at all

'Cause I remember when you were here

And all the fun we had last year”

A loud voice catches his attention, belting out the Darlene Love song. His eyes scan the neighborhood before settling on the source of the commotion.

The girl stands on a ladder leaning against the house across the street from Gareth’s. A garland of multicolored lights adorns the roof as she regards her work with pride. Her voice still rings through the neighborhood and it has Eddie in a chokehold.

A siren calling out to a sailor, enchanting him, bewitching him. It’s not that her singing is particularly good, in fact, it’s quite the opposite. Yet something about it has Eddie mesmerized.

It doesn’t seem to bother her what people might think, she’s having a good time and that’s all she cares about. It’s nice, he thinks, to see someone not desperately trying to stick to society’s preconceived notions of what is considered cool. This girl is wearing a big woolen sweater and a hat that seems like someone handmade it and ran out of yarn halfway through so they had to continue with another color. By all means, this girl is not cool. Eddie thinks she might be the coolest person he’s ever seen.

And she’s dancing, shaking her hips to the beat of the song she’s singing. While standing on a ladder. Oh god, she’s dancing — on the ladder.

Life shifts into slow motion. He can almost see it happening before it does. One dance move a little too enthusiastic. A slip. A tumble. A thud as she hits the ground. It happens so slowly and too fast for him to intervene all at the same time. Though as soon as she hits the ground, Eddie shakes out of his mesmerized state and rushes over.

She’s looking up at the sky with a face scrunched in pain and what he can only assume is embarrassment. Her back is flat against the cold snowy ground.

“Holy shit, are you okay?”

The girl slowly pries open one eye and glances at him in confusion. “Are you an angel?”

“Uh no — I’m just Eddie. I’m a friend of Gareth’s. He lives across the street. Did you hurt your head? “

Pushing herself off of the ground into a sitting position the girl smiles up at him sending tiny flutters through his heart. She’s gorgeous. Even with her mismatched hat and the snow in her hair.

“I’m okay. Just a bit bruised but I’ll be fine.”

“You sure? That was a mighty fall.”

“Was it embarrassing?”

“I don’t think anyone but me saw. And I for one think you put on one hell of a performance.”

Her laughter, he thinks, might be even better than her smile.

“Now you’re making fun of me.”

“I’m not. I promise. Hey, what’s your name? “

“Oh sorry, so rude of me— “ she exclaimed before standing up and holding a glove-covered hand out to Eddie. “I’m (Y/N). I just moved here.”

“Well, again, I am Eddie. I’m in a band with Gareth who lives over there.”

“You’re in a band? “ her eyes widen at this revelation.

“Mmh. Corroded Coffin. We play mostly metal stuff.”

“That sounds amazing!”

That’s not the reaction he’s used to. Girls don’t usually take too kindly to his taste in music. It’s not to say there are none who enjoy metal, he just hasn’t found them yet. Until now it seems.

“It does?”

“It does! You think the band would be okay with me sitting in and listening to you guys practice? I don’t really have any friends yet and — “

“Yeah sure, absolutely!”

There’s no doubt in his mind the guys will be ecstatic. It’s not every day a pretty girl shows interest in their band … or them.

“Okay cool. Awesome. “

Walking towards Gareth’s house, their boots leave imprints on the fresh snow. A sign that makes Eddie aware that this is not a dream. This is actually happening. Maybe life is finally turning for him. Giving him something good. Someone special.

“Christmaasss, the snow’s coming down.”

She responds to his singing with a friendly shove of her shoulders against his “Oh come on. Now you’re taking the piss.”

“I’m not.”

She raises her eyebrows in disbelief.

“Okay, maybe a little.”

“You know what that means, right?”

“What?”

“Now you have to play the song during practice.”

A smile takes over his face, pulling at the muscles of his cold cheeks.

“Huh, I think I can do that!”

He doesn’t know how to play the damn song but if it makes her smile like this, he might just have to figure it out.

“ Sooo — how’s the parents?”

Eddie’s voice cuts through the awkward silence. This is strange and unfamiliar. Back then, 4 years ago, there was never a moment of silence with them that came even close to being awkward or uncomfortable. They always had something to say, to joke around and be goofy. Even if they didn’t, they would bask in comfortable silence, happy to just be with each other.

This feels like a whole different life, an alternate universe. There is so much left to say between them, the air is thick with it. But this is not the time and place to say any of it. Maybe there will never be a time or place.

“Yeah, they’re good. I mean dad hurt himself the other day when he slipped on the ice in the driveway but you know how he is. Always clumsy.”

“Runs in the family.”

Almost. He almost gets a smile out of her. Almost.

“ I guess so. How’s Wayne?”

Eddie grins though he keeps his eyes fixed on the snowy road in front of them.

“Working too much. Watching reruns of the same old show. Nothing changed. Same old Wayne.”

It has always been like this, Eddie talking about his uncle. Though his words don’t give it away, the tone of his voice always does. It is filled with adoration, with gratefulness, and love. Wayne is the only proper family that Eddie has ever known and though neither of them will ever outright admit it, at least not sober, the two mean the world to each other.

She misses Wayne, (Y/N) can admit that much. He was always so sweet to her, letting her see behind the perpetually grumpy facade and see the soft-spoken, bighearted man he truly is.

“He still smoking?”

Eddie scoffs “ ‘course.”

“ He promised me he’d try quitting.”

“ He did try, for like 5 hours.”

(Y/N) shakes her head in mock disappointment. “Tell him I am not happy with him. And also tell him I said hi.”

“ Tell him yourself. You can come by whenever. I’m sure you’ll have a lot on your plate while you’re here but he’d love to see you.”

The thought of going back to the trailer fills (Y/N) with a sense of dread. Not because there is anything bad tied to it. No, that’s the problem. All her best memories are connected to the trailer. It’s all happiness and love. The best of times. Going back would only make her face the brutal truth that it’s all over, forever and she can get none of it back. All that’s left of those times are memories and heartbreak.

“ I don’t know, Eddie. I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“Why not?”

He asks the question with the innocence of a child. Someone who really doesn’t see the issue. Sometimes she wonders if he does it on purpose or if he really doesn’t get it. Did he move on so easily? Is this not ripping him apart the way it does her?

“Eddie, ex-partners don’t usually go around to visit their ex’s family for the holidays. It’s — it would be awkward.”

She can tell he wants to say something. Can almost see it on the tip of his tongue before he swallows it down and nods in defeat.

“Yeah, you’re right. Sorry.”

The awkward silence is back. Worse than before because now there’s the inkling of guilt nagging away at her. Is she being too harsh? She doesn’t want to hurt or disappoint Eddie, and she’d definitely love to see Wayne. But is it worth it breaking her own heart in the process? Does she not get to be bitter still at the heartbreak and the whole mess Eddie created 4 years ago?

The welcome to Hawkins sign is almost invisible through the thick snowfall as they pass it. It’s weird coming home for the first time in 4 years after spending the last few Christmases on vacation with her parents somewhere. It feels good. Involuntarily, she glances to her left at the boy who, despite it all, still holds her heart in his palms. It feels good and it also feels extremely heartbreaking at the same time.

Static fills the car as the radio signal finally gives up and bows to the harsh winter winds.

"Ah shit, hey take a look in the glove box there's some cassette tapes. I think there's even a Christmas one." Eddie instructs, struggling to drive on the icy roads.

Cold fingers reach out to the glove compartment. The fact that the first thing she sees is a little bag of weed shouldn’t be surprising her, it still paints a little smile on her face though. 4 years but a blink.

There are several tapes, Eddie’s chicken scratch writing indicating what’s on them. Iron Maiden. Sabbath. That one Beach Boys tape he doesn’t want anyone to know about.

And then there’s the Christmas tape. It’s the only one he owns. She knows this because she made it for him after complaining that he didn’t have any Christmas music to listen to during the festive season. There’s a sticker of a sparkly gold star and another of a candy cane stuck to the case and in big red letters it proudly exclaims “Eddie and (Y/N)’s MiX-mas tape.”

She thought she was so clever with that wordplay. If only that naive girl knew how things were gonna end up.

Shaky hands push the cassette into the player. It takes a moment and then the smooth voice of Nat King Cole fills the silence with his rendition of O Come, All Ye Faithful.

This time she can’t suppress the smile. A memory flushes her brain that is too precious and too wholesome and too — important for her to ever stop herself from smiling at the thought of it.

And it seems she’s not the only one.

Eddie dares to glance her way and when he catches sight of her smile, he lets the corner of his lips arch upwards too.

“That was a good Christmas, wasn’t it? “

“ Are you kidding me? That was the best Christmas.”

“What do you mean, Christmas is canceled? “

A gloomy mood rests over the entire trailer park. Families that had been so excited for the season's festivities, who had spent the last weeks barely getting by in order to save some money to be able to give their kids a happy Christmas, now sit inside their cold trailers with sad faces and heavy hearts.

“Power is out. Wayne and some of the neighbors have been trying to get the emergency generators going but those things are so damn old and no one ever comes around to check on them — you know, with us trailer park people being second-class citizens of Hawkins and all. I could maybe power my amp with that generator but that’s about it. Maybe a vinyl player. “

(Y/N) stands on the steps leading up to the Munson’s trailer, a cold dish of her mother’s casserole in her hand and a big silly red bow on top of her head. This isn’t what she had imagined the night to go. She was supposed to spend Christmas Eve with the Munsons. Watch White Christmas or Gremlins or Meet me in St. Louis while the casserole is in the oven. Maybe get a little tipsy on eggnog. Get a mistletoe kiss from her boyfriend and — if she’s really lucky a dance around the Christmas tree from Wayne.

But this? This is just sad. A bunch of families who already struggle enough as it is, looking devastated and knowing that if the power doesn’t magically turn on again, not only will their Christmas eve be ruined but so will the rest of their festivities. No one’s gonna come check or repair anything tomorrow on Christmas day. Not for people at the trailer park.

“Well shit,” Wayne’s voice sounds from inside the trailer, “if the power is out that means the fridge is out. All those good steaks I bought can go straight to the trash. So much for treating ourselves for the holidays.”

(Y/N) never believed in higher powers or miracles or any of that stuff but in that moment something shifts. And maybe it’s just a light bulb moment but it feels like a spark of something magical. An excitement that starts in her heart and spreads all throughout her body.

“Eds, the big BBQ grills out by the picnic tables still work, right?”

“Uh — yeah. Why ?”

The innocence and confusion and softness in his eyes remind her of a puppy dog. Oh, how she loves this boy and all his sweetness. She had a plan for tonight. It was supposed to be their magical Christmas eve and she’s not gonna let anything ruin that for her.

“Christmas is officially back on! Get the tinsel, some candles — oh, and your guitar.”

“My gui — what are you plotting here, babe?”

“Do you trust me?”

The fact that he doesn’t hesitate, not even for a second, sends her heart into a little frenzy. It really is them against the world. Against snow storms and power outages and every other obstacle there can possibly be.

“I do! So what’s the plan boss? “

Eddie never believed in higher powers or miracles or any of that stuff. And though he liked to get lost in fantastical stories of magical realms and creatures, he was well aware of the fact that true magic doesn’t exist.

At least he thought so — until now.

The trailer park is decked out in ribbon and bows, in tinsel and glitter, There is music flowing from a record player hooked to a generator and steaks sizzling on the grill. People are gathered around a campfire, warming their hands with mugs of hot cocoa.

An ocean of candles and some battery-powered Christmas lights illuminate the whole place and the Mayfields even dragged their Christmas tree out of the trailer for everyone to gather around.

There is magic, he thinks and lets his gaze move over the crowd of smiling faces where hours ago all he could see was heartbreak. It’s just not the magic they tell you about in fairytales and movies. It’s a feeling of belonging, of community, of love.

And maybe, (Y/N) is a little bit magical herself.

“ Hey Rockstar, “ the enchantress in question slides up next to him leaning against his van. “ Think the crowd is asking for a song.”

“ The crowd or you?”

“ Oh, definitely the crowd.”

In the candlelight you might mistake her for an angel, Eddie thinks. All golden glow and loving eyes. Whatever it is he’s feeling for this girl, he’s never felt this way about anyone else. For a while it was terrifying. Like all new things. Even the good ones. It was unfamiliar. Strange.

He’s not so scared anymore. Not when she looks at him like this, all gentle and soft. No rough edges or sharp points. It might be time to be brave and let himself feel all the big feelings that used to scare him so much. He thinks the big feelings might just be worth it.

“Hey, what you did for all these people today was — I don’t really know how to say it. You’re just so wonderful and kind and — yeah I don’t know. “

Glove-covered hands take a hold of his face as a cold nose is pressed against his. “Whatever it is you’re feeling right now, I want you to know I feel the same. You don’t have to say it. I know. And I hope you know too.”

He does. Not a doubt in his mind.

“You saved Christmas, baby.”

“I’m like a reverse Grinch. And judging by the color of your nose you might just be Rudolf. Go get your guitar and play us some tunes by the fire. Crowd is asking”

He places a kiss on her lips. She tastes like hot chocolate and peppermint candy canes. Christmas personified. And if he didn’t love her so much he’d think this is awfully cheesy. It is, he’s not going to deny it. But he likes cheesy if it involves her.

"Alright. But just for the record, I’d play even if it was only you asking me to. I’ll do anything for you.”

He’s well aware that what she asked for was some melodic tunes on his old dusty acoustic. Something peaceful and slow. And really, he appreciates a good acoustic song, he likes playing them too. But this isn’t where his heart is. It would truly be a disservice to all of humanity if he were to deny the people his electric rendition of O Come, All Ye Faithful.

There have been noise complaints before, especially when he first got the electric guitar. He can’t really blame people either. It’s loud and he just gets so lost in his music sometimes he forgets there are people around who maybe don’t want to hear him play.

They all don’t seem so bothered now. Everyone has a smile painted on their face. The sadness is washed away, lost somewhere in the candlelight flicker and the crackling of the fire.

Eddie never had a big family, hell for most of his life he didn’t have anyone worth being called a part of his family. Not until he got sent to live with Wayne. He wonders if this is what it feels like. This sense of belonging of being a part of something bigger. Even if this moment, like all moments before it, will pass and one day only be a memory, he got to be a part of it now and that means — everything.

His eyes meet Wayne’s across the fire, who gives him a friendly nod of his head and while it means nothing to everyone else, Eddie knows what it means. It’s “I’m proud of you, kid.”

And when he moves his gaze to the right, towards where (Y/N) is bundled up in one of his big flannel jackets, sipping on a mug of hot chocolate, his heart feels lighter than it ever has.

“I love you”, she mouths to him as the battery-powered Christmas lights dip her in hues of blues and reds, and greens.

“ I love you too,” he mouths back. And it’s not scary at all. In fact, it is the easiest thing in the world.

“You really did save Christmas that night!”

“ Don’t be dramatic, Eddie. I just — I did what I could. You and Wayne and the neighbors helped too. It wasn’t just me. And the power came back on like 4 hours later so —”

“ Doesn’t matter. You made everyone really happy that day. I still get asked to play a song every Christmas eve.”

Eddie not only has a great smile, it’s also incredibly infectious. It makes you want to join in even if every particle of your body wants to fight it. A losing game. A fool’s war.

“Well, I got Wayne to dance with me that night. My proudest moment, really.”

“Oh I know”

He gives her a look that’s hard to describe. It’s laced with a secret.

“What’s that look for ?”

Shaking his head, Eddie sends his unruly curls moving. “Nothing. Don’t worry about it.”

Right, cause saying that is the best way in getting people to not worry or be curious.

(Y/N) is just about to continue the conversation, to interrogate him a little more. To really get to the bottom of the look that has settled over his face, when the song switches to the next one.

And that one grabs a hold of her throat and slowly closes its iron fist, cutting off her air supply.

Devoid of air, devoid of all feelings but heartache, the van suddenly feels like a cage.

“I really like that song, turn it up — “

She doesn’t turn it up. Her hands don’t move from where they are tightly gripping the fabric of her pants. Clammy and cold like she has suddenly been plunged into a fever.

It’s not a sickness. Just a most horrible memory.

“The lamp is burnin' low upon my tabletop

The snow is softly falling

The air is still in the silence of my room

I hear your voice softly calling”

Gordon Lightfoot’s voice echoes through the halls of the (Y/L/N) family home. Mom must’ve changed the records having had enough of Dad’s rock Christmas compilation vinyl.

The house is packed with people, family and friends, and neighbors. All of them gathered here to celebrate the most wonderful time of the year. If things were different (Y/N)’s heart would be full of love and gratefulness. To see all her loved ones together. To have a house filled with laughter and joy.

Instead, she finds herself leaning against the wall looking out of the window into the inky black night. Snow is falling softly making this whole scene feel like a cheesy Christmas movie.

Only Christmas movies always have happy endings and there’s a stinging sensation in her heart that tells her this one might not.

“Honey,” her mother’s warm gentle hand takes a hold of her shoulder “ the Lintons are here. You remember their daughter Mary? She went to college last year, wanna go have a chat with her? Let her tell you about what to expect? “

Just a few days ago she would’ve jumped at the chance. Excitement would have flooded her veins and dreams of a future filled her head. Only that future seems like a distant dream now. One made up by a silly little girl who believed in fairytales and happily ever afters. And a love that lasts forever.

“I uh — I’ll be there in a minute. Just wanna see if Eddie makes it or not.”

“ Oh, he’s not here yet? “

No, mother. Obviously not. Otherwise would I be standing here like an idiot watching the window like a delusional child waiting for Santa to never come?

“ Not yet. We — we had a fight. Not sure he’ll come by at all.”

“Sweetheart, I'm so sorry. I’m sure you’ll figure it out though, you two always do.”

They do but things have never been this bad. He never said the things before he said that night last week. He has never looked at her like that either.

“Have you tried calling him?”

Calling him? No, obviously not. That would feel like admitting to being wrong. And she isn’t wrong. She wasn’t wrong that night either. Is it so bad to wish for a future together? To hope and to dream of something magical?

“Well maybe then we aren’t meant to last then. What do I know?!“

His words still sting. It stings worse to know he didn’t immediately regret them after they tumbled from his lips.

“No.”

“Well, okay. Just come join us when you’re ready. And let me know if there is anything I can do.”

Her mom pulls her into a warm hug. She smells like wine and cinnamon and jasmine perfume. She smells like mom and Christmas and for a second (Y/N) feels a spark of contentment.

The spark diminishes the moment her mother leaves to go mingle with the rest of the guests.

Then it’s just her and the night and the empty street and a heart shattered into a million pieces.

She goes through motions like a zombie. Greet guests, hugs, handshakes, smile and nod, eat, drink, give short but friendly answers, try not to fall apart, smile, hug, drink, watch the clock, look out the window, smile. Smile. Smile.

As the lock clicks into place, (Y/N) leans against the counter of the bathroom, hands gripping the fake marble countertop as if it’s the only thing keeping her afloat. Maybe it is.

It’s almost 10. Party started at 6. He knew. He knows.

He’s not here and he probably won't be.

Tears are threatening to fall. Gathering at her lower lashline, turning her eyes glassy. A knot builds in her throat, impossible to swallow. Maybe, she thinks, this is her heart making its way up her body to be thrown up and discarded. Ain’t usable anymore anyway.

Maybe it’s time to admit defeat. To pick up that stupid phone and call him. If not to bring him here at least to get closure. To know for sure he isn’t coming because he doesn’t want to and not because he lies bleeding in a ditch somewhere on the way to her house.

Wiping the tears and fixing her mascara, she makes her way to her room and picks up the phone. Eddie always makes fun of the lip-shaped phone but she loves the thing. Remembering them laughing about it makes her sick.

It rings once. Twice. Three times.

Then a Munson picks up. Not her Munson though.

Wayne’s sleep-laced voice croaks out a tired “hello?”.

She almost feels bad for waking him. But this isn’t her fault. Is it?

“Hi Wayne, sorry for waking you. I was just wondering if Eddie is home?”

“Uh, no sweetheart. Him and the boys are out I think at the Hideout? I’m not entirely sure. I think that’s the place he said.”

One time, when she was just 5 years old, (Y/N) got a sparkly princess dress for Christmas. It was pink and full of glitter and sequins. She loved that thing. Wanted to wear it every day. Refused to take it off when they went to see her grandparents. So her parents let her. Actions and consequences. She wore that thing even when they went outside to play in the snow. She still remembers how fucking cold that was. It chilled her all the way to the bones.

Hearing Eddie choose to go out drinking instead of seeing her makes her feel a different kind of cold, but one that is just as chilling, just as all-consuming.

“Okay, yeah that must be it. Thank you, Wayne. Bye.”

The click of the receiver as she puts it back down sounds deafening through the silence of her room.

Her cries are silent though, just tears. There’s hardly room to breathe in her lungs, let alone sob or scream. But then again, pain doesn’t have to be loud to be serious.

20 minutes later she stands in the living room, some glass of non-alcoholic cranberry cocktail clutched in her hand.

Mom’s record is on its 3rd or 4th loop because they keep putting the needle back to the beginning and no one bothers to change it.

She’s wearing the red crushed velvet dress that Eddie loves so much and she feels like a goddamn fool.

But life keeps moving whether you're ready or not.

So she drinks and she eats and she hugs and she smiles. Only this time her eyes never wander over to the window. Not once.

“Hey, why did you skip the song? I said I like it.”

“Well I don’t”

“You put it on there!”

“Yeah 4 fucking years ago. Eddie this, “ she says and motions with her finger between the two of them “doesn’t change anything. You driving me home. Us reminiscing about the good old times. We’re not friends and I’m still angry at you.”

“For what? Why are you angry at me? What did I do?”

He says it with such absolute disbelief and confusion. As if he really doesn’t know.

Does he really not know?

“Eddie, you broke up with me. For absolutely no reason. “

“What are you talking about?”

“Oh come on now. Don’t play dumb. We had this stupid fight about college and how I wanted to help you with your grades so you could graduate and you blocked me out completely. And every time I talked about our future you got all pissy.”

“ Because I was embarrassed!”

“I get that I really do. But I was so understanding and you just brushed it off like our plans didn’t mean shit to you. And then you broke up with me.”

“What are you talking about? I never broke up with you! You broke up with me!”

He combs his fingers through his hair with irritation written all over his face. What the fuck does he mean? She wasn’t the one breaking up. He was!

He was …. right ?!

“ You literally said and I quote ‘Well maybe we aren’t meant to last then. What do I know?!’“

“Yeah, I was talking out of my ass. I was frustrated and sad and angry but not at you. At myself. And I never broke up with you.”

It’s like the earth shifts. Tectonic plates crashing into each other, shaking everything up, plunging the world into chaos. Her world at least. Everything she thought she knew about him and her and them now seems like a maybe — a perhaps.

“Then why didn’t you show up at my family’s Christmas party? I asked you to come.”

“And then in the car after our fight, you said not to bother.”

“Because I thought you had broken up with me.”

“And then I woke up to a box of my things on the steps of the trailer.”

“It’s the most wonderful time of the year !”

“Oh for fucks sake.”

“It's the hap-happiest season of all”

It was supposed to be. Only it fucking isn’t.

They were supposed to be driving to lovers lake and meet up with some friends, go ice skating, have a good time, and be a loving couple.

It wasn’t supposed to end up with her head leaning against the car window, watching the snow flurry outside and wiping away tears in a way that she thinks he doesn’t notice.

He notices. And he hates himself for making her cry in the first place.

“I don’t understand why you’re being so weird about this. I just want to help you, Eds. I have this whole plan set up on how to get your grades back on track. But I need you to work for it. If that is too much to ask then — I don’t know.”

“ No, go ahead. Say it! ”

“ I don’t know what you mean.”

“If it’s too much to ask then I will just end up not graduating and all our perfect plans will be ruined.”

“I never said that”

He knows he is being unfair. It’s not her fault. In fact, it is entirely his own. He’s awfully aware of this and maybe that’s the whole point. This is on him and she should not be the one having to bear his luggage. They’re just 18, it’s too much of him to ask her to deal with his issues, save him from his own demons.

Nevertheless, it sucks. So bad.

That future she was talking about, dreaming of, he wants that too. More than anything. But it was always too good to be true. Dreams like that aren’t for a boy like him.

He’s not gonna graduate this year, no matter how many study plans and extra work and confidence she puts in. He’s the king of lost causes. Everyone knows. Maybe it’s time for her to realize it too.

She will stay. For him. Wait a whole year. Put her life on pause. All just for little old him who doesn’t deserve it. Only to what? Realize next year that all that confidence and trust was utterly misplaced.

“You don’t have to say it for it to be true.”

“Why are you being so unkind? I’m trying to help you.”

“Well stop trying! It’s not going to work out.”

She’s quiet for a moment and it just about kills him. This isn’t about her or them even. She has to know this, right? That he appreciates her and everything she does. It’s just — useless.

“This as in you graduating or this as in us? “

He hates where this conversation is going. He never meant for it to go there. He loves this girl, he doesn’t want this to end.

But this stupid self-destructive part of him just can’t seem to shut up. It’s like the devil on his shoulder has completely smothered the angel and is whispering all the wrong things into Eddie’s ear.

“The graduating part but maybe —”

“Don’t. Don’t even finish that sentence. What about our plans? What about being meant for each other?”

Shut the fuck up. His mind is screaming at him to just keep his mouth shut. To pull over and kiss her stupid and tell her that they are meant to be together. That she is it for him. Now and then and forever. But the reality of it all is that she deserves so much better. And his demons scream louder than his heart beats.

“Well, maybe we aren’t meant to last then. What do I know?!”

Never in his life will he forget the way she looks at him then. Utter betrayal floods her eyes. Disappointment. Heartbreak. He hates himself for doing this. Why can’t he ever keep the good things in his life? Why must he always mess things up? No wonder everyone leaves. He wouldn’t stay either. The self-sabotaging mess that he is.

“You been thinking about this for a while? Us?”

“ No, of course not. “

“Then why are you saying these things all of a sudden?”

“I don’t know, okay? I don’t know (Y/N).”

It’s the first time he’s ever raised his voice at her and it feels disgusting. Vile. If only he could be like the heroes or magicians in his favorite stories. Brave and strong and maybe possess the magic to change the past or travel back. Back to when things were good and he was able to push his demons back into the furthest corner of his mind.

“Well, my mom’s Christmas party is this weekend so you better figure it out, or don’t bother showing up. Let me out here.”

“ It’s snowing.”

“Eddie, let me the fuck out. My house is just down the street. I can literally see it from here.”

He drives alongside her all the way to her door. She doesn’t look back at him. Not a glance. Nothing.

“It’s good like this. You don’t deserve her anyway.”

He wonders if the devil on his shoulder is truly louder or if the angel is just agreeing with him.

“It's the most wonderful time

Yes the most wonderful time

Oh the most wonderful time

Of the year”

“Oh fuck off, Andy!”

Disgusting. He feels disgusting. Disgusting and sad.

There’s a Christmas party going on right now that he’s supposed to be at. But she doesn’t want him there. Not like this. A guy who can’t even graduate from high school. Who will only hold her back?

He’s sad and drunk. Wayne thinks he’s at the hideout with friends when in reality he just drove his van down the snowy roads of Hawkins, going all over the place except her street. Because he’s scared of what he might see.

It would’ve been so easy to just take another right turn and knock on her door and say sorry. But what if by now she realized how much better off she is without him?

So he doesn’t show up. Instead, he drives back home, parks the van behind the trailer and gets drunk. And because he is a huge masochist and loves hurting himself, he puts on the Christmas tape she made for him.

“Ding Dong. Ding dong. It’s the most — “

“Ding dong. Ding dong. Shut the fuck up, Andy!”

It’s all too much. The songs and the weather and the heartbreak and the self-pity.

Slowly he drags himself out of the van and up the trailer stairs. His feet feel heavy, his heart even heavier.

A wave of warmth engulfs him suddenly as the door swings open. Wayne looks less than excited to see him. Why would he be? If he weren’t so drunk, maybe Eddie would notice the softness in the man’s eyes. The concern edged onto his face.

“Kid, you okay?”

“Just peachy, uncle Wayne.”

“Mmh. Well (Y/N) called asking for you.”

It feels like a bucket of cold water being poured over his head and suddenly all the haze of the alcohol is gone. She called. She cares. Oh god, she still cares.

“What did she say?”

“Not much. Just asked if you’re home.”

“And what did you tell her?”

“The truth. That you’re out with the boys.”

“Ah shit Wayne, what’d you do that for?”

“What? What was I supposed to do? Lie?”

“Yeah.”

“I’m not going to do that. What is going on, Eddie?”

A shuddered breath leaves Eddie’s lips.

“We had a fight. A bad one. I messed things up. I gotta go see her. Shit, I gotta fix this.”

Wayne reaches out and grabs a hold of Eddie’s jacket, pulling him into the warm trailer.

“You’re not going anywhere, kid. You’re drunk. I sure am not gonna let you drive in this state. Go to bed, get a good night's sleep, and tomorrow morning you can drive over and fix it. And you need a goddamn shower.”

He falls asleep at 4am. Wakes up at 6. He has a whole speech prepared. Starting with I’m sorry and ending with I love you. He takes a shower, gets dressed. He even wears the sweater she likes so much.

And as he pulls open the door he is greeted by a box of his stuff sitting on the steps of the trailer.

“So we both thought the other broke up and actually neither of us wanted to actually break up?”

“God, what a mess, Eddie.”

She’s not sure if she wants to laugh or cry. It’s all too much. Her heart is beating too fast. Her mind is racing.

“What do we do now?”

“Nothing, Eds. It’s been 4 years. What does it matter now?”

Everything. It matters and it changes everything but admitting that is scary.

Eddie pulls up the gravel driveway of her childhood home. Two heavy hearts and a million unsaid words fill the car as she grabs the door handle.

“Is this goodbye again?”

“Neither of us said goodbye last time.”

He lets out a humorless chuckle.

“You have a point. First time for everything, huh?”

A stinging sensation starts behind her eyes, pushing the tears to the brink, as she steps out of the car and out into the harsh winter winds.

“Goodnight, Eddie.”

“Hey, (Y/N)” He calls out as she drags her suitcase up the steps of the house.

“Yeah?”

“Just for the record. Even if it doesn’t change anything. I still love you. It matters a lot to me that you didn’t want us to end either.”

He doesn’t know what hurts more. The fact that she nods or watching her walk away and close the door behind her.

She didn’t say goodbye this time either.

Oh, holy shit — she didn’t say goodbye!

“What’s this?”

(Y/N)’s mom sits at the kitchen counter, a mug of coffee in hand and a mischievous smile on her face. It’s way too early for any of her shenanigans even if they come in the form of a vinyl record wrapped in a big red bow.

“Don’t know. It was there this morning when I opened the door. Right there on our front porch. Looks like a record to me though.”

“You know who left it?”

“No,” mom shrugs and points to the record resting on the kitchen table. “There’s a letter though.”

It’s a small blue envelope and her name is written on it in a chicken scratch she immediately recognizes. At least it’s still shut which means her mother hasn’t peaked inside and studied all the contents of the letter.

“When did he bring this?”

Her mom denies everything. Even goes as far as throwing her an “I don’t know what you mean”. What she doesn’t account for, is the fact that she is a horrible liar. Truly abysmal.

“Of course you don’t. Well, I'm gonna go upstairs and read this. In peace!”

Her mother’s laughter follows her all the way up until she closes the door to her childhood bedroom and drops down onto her bed.

A beehived Brenda Lee smiles back at (Y/N) from the cover of the vinyl record, a present clutched in her hand and a Christmas tree sparkling in the background.

Why he chose that specific record, she has no clue.

With shaky fingers, she opens and unfolds the letter. Eddie used to do this a lot back when they were together. Leave her letters and notes. She thought it was very old school and very romantic at the same time. Something poetic and artistic about it. Where he wasn’t good at saying the words out loud, he was quite the phenomenal writer.

“(Y/N),

let me start by saying I’m sorry. That’s also what I wanted to tell you that night of the party — and the morning after. I should’ve. I should’ve fought for us and told you how I felt even when I thought we were over. I just never felt like I really deserved you and some fucked up part of my brain made me believe that sooner or later you’d realize that too. I guess I thought it was easier this way. Like ripping off a bandaid. It wasn’t easy. Not even a little bit. That part of me is still there, I doubt it will ever go away. But I am better now. I like to think I have matured but Wayne says I just lost a bit of my stupid in the last few years. I graduated! Crazy I know. I have a job now too. And while I will never be the smartest person in any room, I like to believe I made something of myself. You still deserve better but I hope that maybe this version of me can be enough.

I understand if this changes nothing for you but it changes everything for me. I still love you as much as the moment I saw you fall down the ladder, or kissed you in the snow, or watched you save Christmas.

I knew we were gonna be forever when I watched you across the trailer park, illuminated by candles and Christmas lights. You were dancing with Wayne! It’s the first and only time I’ve ever seen him dance. Both of you were laughing and life just felt like a movie or a song or both.

Brenda Lee was playing in the back and I knew I loved you then and I would love you forever. You were my family then and you always will be.

Now I’m not expecting you to come running back into my arms and start back up where we left it but if you find the time in your busy schedule to come see me during your holiday visit, that would mean the world to me.

Maybe listen to some Christmas tunes.

And even if you don’t I just wanted you to know that my favorite Christmas gift was you. Every year that we were together, it was always you.

I love you (still)

Eddie. “

A frantic knock sounds from the front door of the trailer and shakes Eddie from his nap on the couch. After not being able to sleep at all last night he must’ve dozed off somewhere between the morning cartoons and the breakfast TV.

He really needs to get Wayne one of those big ass keychains that you can clip to your jeans or something. That man forgets his keys at least 3 times a day.

“I’m coming, geez. Wayne, you really gotta — You’re not Wayne!”

She regards him with a smile and that special spark of magic in her eyes. The one he hasn’t seen in 4 years. The one he so desperately missed.

“Well, I hope not. Otherwise what I’m about to do would be pretty weird.”

“What are you — “

But he doesn’t get the chance to finish his sentence when her lips meet his in a kiss. It’s sweet and chaotic and rushed and soft. Familiar and nostalgic. She feels so cold against his warm skin but she still tastes like peppermint and smells like winter.

“ So, “ she says as she pulls away from the kiss, just barely but enough to take a breath. “ wanna listen to some tunes?”

The Brenda Lee vinyl is clutched in her hand as she bites her lip in anticipation.

As if there’s a chance he’d ever say no.

“There’s nothing in this world I’d rather do.”

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THESE ASK CONTAIN SPOILERS FROM THE FAMILY PLUM TREE!

I know, its heartbreaking 😭😭 Just when you thought Willanor and their family live happily ever after - the rug gets pulled out from us 🤧

Yes, and you can choose that ending nonnie! Officially, that’s where the story ends for me. I’m not exploring what happens after, so if you want to pretend all these tragedies don’t happen, that’s okay!

Yes, she gets away from her cheating husband! She is FREE!!!!! with her doggies ofc! I mean if in your mind you think they end together, I’m not fighting it! Tamsin’s ending is open for interpretation!

😭😭 yeah, Ingrid dies and it was so freaking hard to write! she was the last one I worked on cause I kept postponing it 🥺 and Laurie honors both his siblings! Milian and Ingrid!

@time-to-hit-the-clouds OMG!!! I can totally imagine that! I would watch each and every single one of those documentaries!

@wa-royal-tea it’s almost like they are cursed 🤔 AND WHAT??!!! i swear I have written proof you knew about Emi!! I shall give it to my lawyer 😋

they can’t 😭😭 but at least one good thing happens 🥺 Chriszola ending up together ❤❤❤

I’ll tell you, they both hurt! I remember when I first learned Daria was considering killing Emi off in a car accident. She was just a kid in her story by then 😭😭 and Ingrid my sweet baby Ingrid! That truly made me cry cause it was just so unexpected for her family and they had just lost Eleanor the year before!

@utamuse My heart hurts too! Why do you think it took me so long to work on it? I was breaking my heart left and right!

His Grimalldi side really did come out! But, he had to exile her. It was expected. With Helene out of Monaca, it gave the people the chance to see Leonora as their Crown Princess.

EYE - 😳😳😳😳 You are so right nonnie! 😅

Same. It would have been too hard on her and even Max to see their family handle all that tragedy 😥

@nadhirahhamidun me to hun! me too! Bttersweet is the right word for sure.

Eleanor became Queen 😭😭

He was a bit disappointed, but respected her decision. The dynamic between Milian and Elora changed a lot! Their marriage was never the same, but they remained married. Elora supported her daughter.

William was completely heartbroken about his baby girl but he had to push aside his grief for Leonora.

Zola and Chris reunite romantically YEARS after Emi’s death. Amelia didn’t have anything to say about it - and Zola worked really hard to help repair Chris and his kids relationships.

Yes, the Grimalldis were hit really hard back to back. First Eleanor and then her sweet Ingrid 😭😭 That was the hardest thing to write. Her and Jacob leaving Leonora an orphan.

Milian and Laurie grew closer after the plane crash, They both loved their sister.

Yes, I knew Ingrid was going to have a short life. I didn’t know until recently that her daughter would one day be Queen. It just felt right.

🥺🥺🥺💔💔💔

yeah, i was shocked when I first learned Daria planned on emi having a short life 🤧 though it could change if she ever comes back but from what I remember Emi was going to die young. Chris growing distant from the kiddos because he felt guilty he survived while their mother did not was also something she was toying with and I decided to go with it because that would be the one thing he could never imagine doing. Being an absent father like his own was. Yet, his grief got in the way.

Surprise!!! 😳😳😳

#grimalldiask

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janeyseymour · 3 months

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hii!! im hoping you’re taking requests rn and if you aren’t it’s okay, but i really wanted to request this just incase you are taking them..

a melissa x reader where r takes mel home for a family reunion (they’ve been dating for a while and readers family is dying to meet mel). the readers mom has always been a bit uncertain about mel and a argument happens between the reader and their mom.. melissa (the overprotective amazing gf that she is) steps in to help the reader and stands up for her.

Hi! I took a few creative liberties here, I hope that's okay! Buckle up because this one is a lil angsty... oopsies!

Family Dynamics

WC: ~3.5k

“Amore,” Melissa sighs as she pulls on her signature leather jacket. “There’s nothing to be worried about.”

“There is everything to be worried about,” you huff as you grab the hors d’oeuvres that that the two of you were assigned to bring to this family dinner. “They might be excited to meet you, but my mother can be… a lot. And she’s pretty… judgmental.”

“It’s nothin’ I can’t handle,” she tries to assure you. “Take a deep breath. It’s all gonna be okay.”

You do as she says, and then you bite your lip. “They also don’t know that we… that we’re an age gap couple.”

“Oh,” she frowns slightly. “Didn’t want to tell them that you’re with an old lady?”

“You know it isn’t like that,” you sigh. “It’s that I knew if I told my mom before she met you, she would already have thoughts about you, and you wouldn’t get a chance. It would be game over.”

“For me or for you?”

“Both of us,” you sigh. “Let’s get this over with.”

You pull into the driveway of your childhood home, and Melissa looks over at you. “Hun, it’s going to be fine. I promise.”

“Can we just sit here for a few minutes? I need a couple of minutes to get my bearings.”

“You just tell me when you’re ready,” she tells you as you lean forward and put your head between your knees. She rubs your back soothingly. When you’ve given her the okay, she hops out of the car, opens the back seat to grab the appetizers, and then makes her way around to your side of the car. She opens the car door for you as she always does.

“It’s all going to be okay,” she tells you quietly. “And if you feel that we should leave, we can. But the longer we hold this off, the worse it’s going to be for us.”

“You’re right,” you mumble as you unbuckle your seatbelt and climb out of the car.

“It took you long enough,” your mother opens the door after you knock once. “I watched the two of you pull in ten minutes ago.”

“I needed a couple minutes, mom,” you sigh as you hug her.

“You act like I’m a monster,” your mother rolls her eyes before releasing you. She looks Melissa up and down. “And you are?”

“Mom,” you scold her.

“What?”

“This is my girlfriend, Melissa,” you introduce your girlfriend. “She’s a second grade teacher at the school with me.”

“I still can’t believe you became a school teacher,” your mother mumbles. Then she really looks at the redhead. “You didn’t tell me about…” she gestures between the two of you.

“Because it doesn’t matter?” you ask her. “Why should it matter? I love her, she loves me, and we’re-”

“You love her?” your mom raises a brow.

“I do,” you tell your mother. “And you’re going to play nice tonight, right?”

She nods, although she continues to look over Melissa.

“It’s nice to meet you, Kristen,” your girlfriend says cordially, and you can feel the way that she’s squeezing you hand. She’s silently telling you that it’s taking everything in her to be kind to your mother.

“It’s Mrs. Y/N,” your mother bites out. “Well, come in, I suppose. Do you want a glass of wine? I don’t have to worry about serving an underage like I usually do with Y/N’s girlfriends.”

“Where’s Dad?” you cut in before Melissa can say anything- you know the age gap is a bit of a sore subject for her.

“He’s in the garage fixing his car,” your mother tosses over her shoulder as she heads for the kitchen.

“We’re going to say hi to Dad,” you pull Melissa away from your mother and head for the garage.

As you enter the garage, your dad’s head pops out from under the hood of his car. “There’s my girl,” he grins as he wipes his hands on his jeans.

“Hi, Dad,” you grin right back. You hug him tightly.

He wipes his hands again on a towel before hugging you right back. As he releases you, he glances over at Melissa, staring at his car.

“You must be Melissa,” he chuckles. “Y/N mentioned that you would be gawking over my car.”

“I am,” the redhead takes her eyes off the car to give your father a firm handshake. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Y/N.”

“Oh, none of that shit,” he laughs a hearty laugh. “You met my wife first, didn’t you?” he asks with a knowing look. “John.”

“Nice to meet you, John,” Melissa replies back, and you can tell that she’s a little less tense in the presence of your father. “That’s one nice car you got there.”

“It was my first,” he grins as he looks over his challenger. “I try to keep it in as nice a condition as possible, but right now it’s making a couple of funny noises. So I’m trying to figure out what’s going on and what parts I need to order to get it right again.”

“If you want, I know a guy,” Melissa offers with her signature smirk.

“I just might take you up on that offer,” your dad smiles. “You know anything about cars?”

“Enough,” she says with a shrug.

“You wanna help me look at it and have a beer?”

“You got Yuengling?” she asks.

You father practically beams. He nudges you with his elbow. “I like this one already.”

“I do too,” you grin. “While you two gawk over the car, I’m going to check if Mom needs any help in the kitchen… behave, you two.”

You kiss Melissa’s cheek softly before heading back inside, and you can already hear those two laughing about cars. You knew they would get along.

“Need any help with-” you start to ask, but your mother whips around.

“When the hell were you going to tell me that your girlfriend is practically my age?!”

“I didn’t think it mattered,” you shrug as you pick up a carrot and start shredding it for your mother. “She’s a great woman, and you would see that if you stopped judging people at a first glance.”

“It’s human instinct!” your mother argues. “That’s what we all do!”

“All I’m saying is,” you sigh. “Give her a chance. I love her. She’s a hell of a lot better than most of the girls I’ve brought home before.”

“When are you just going to admit that this whole ‘I like women’ thing is just a phase?”

“Mom,” you groan. “I don’t know how many times I have to tell you: it isn’t a phase. I’m a lesbian. I’ve always been a lesbian, and I always will be.”

“We’ll see,” your mother sighs. “I’m holding out hope.”

“Dad’s fine with it,” you roll your eyes. “I wish you would come to terms with it too.”

The two of you finish prepping the meal in silence. You can hear your father and Melissa laughing loudly out in the garage as they try to fix the car. Then they’re quiet, and you get nervous. That’s never good- it definitely means they’re plotting something. Your dad’s head pokes into the house.

“Red and I are gonna take ol’ Bets for a spin,” he announces. “Smalls, you in?”

You look to your mom nervously, and she’s glaring at your girlfriend through the small crack in the door. “I really would rather you stay here. Dinner is almost ready.”

“Aw, c’mon Kris,” your dad sighs. “We’ll be back before dinner… we just want to see if we got it to stop humming!”

“You’re doing the dishes afterwards,” your mother tells him with a roll of her eyes. She pours herself another glass of wine.

“Yes, dear,” your dad says automatically.

“C-can I go?” you ask your mother hesitantly.

“C’mon, hun,” you hear Melissa’s voice.

You look at your mother again, who is giving you a warning look.

“Oh, Kris,” your father tries to get her to ease up. “She’s been working hard, she helped you, let her spend some time with her old man and her girlfriend.”

“If you all aren’t back by the time dinner is on the table, we’re going to have issues,” Kristen tells you all.

You practically bolt back out to the garage. “God, I don’t know how you do it, Dad,” you grumble once you close the door behind you.

“We make a good team for the most part,” your dad shrugs. “And all I have to say is: happy wife, happy life.”

“Ain’t that the truth,” Melissa chuckles as she opens the car door for you.

“You take the front,” you tell her. “I ride in this all the time.”

“Thank you, hun,” the redhead kisses your cheek as she slides in. You climb into the back as your dad gets in on the driver’s side.

“So, how long do we have?” your father asks.

“About forty minutes,” you sigh. “Please use the whole time. Mom is getting on me again.”

“About?”

“Can we not talk about it?” you request softly. Melissa turns and gives you a concerned look. “It’s whatever. I’m fine, I promise.”

“If that’s what you want,” your dad tells you. “So… Y/N’s told us a bit about you, but what else is there to know?”

You half expect Melissa to not answer or be as short as possible. She hates talking about herself. But instead, she starts to tell your father about herself. About Abbott, about the things that she likes to cook, how the two of you met, what you two like to do together… and it’s refreshing to see her open up. You find yourself holding onto her every word, despite the fact that you already know all of it.

“Now,” your dad turns to look at the redhead once he hits a stoplight. “I have to ask…”

“Dad,” you groan. “Don’t embarrass me.”

“I’m a dad. It’s my job to embarrass you,” he quips. “Why my daughter?”

That gets Melissa going. Her favorite thing to talk about is you and why she chose you. By the time she’s finished rambling, your father is giving her a knowing smile. And that brings you back to the house.

“Well, that was a nice drive,” your father smiles. “And it even looks like we got the car to stop humming… well done, Schemmenti.” Your girlfriend just gives him a head nod and a smirk. He heads in a minute later, leaving you and the redhead to your own devices for a couple minutes.

“So?” you ask Melissa nervously as you get out of the car.

“Your dad and I get along great,” she tells you as she too climbs out of the car. “I can see a lot of him in you.”

“That’s what everyone says,” you chuckle. “I got my dad’s personality and my mom’s looks.”

“He was telling me how the two of you used to play catch or try to fix his car together… you sounded like a pretty cute kid.”

You shrug. “If I was with my dad, it meant I wasn’t with my mom.”

“Y/N! Melissa! Dinner!” your mom whips the door open, and she glares when she sees the two of you leaning against your father’s car- your head resting on Melissa’s shoulder.

Dinner is tense. Your dad makes it much less tense, but you can feel your mother’s eyes staring at the two of you as if you’re about to burst into flames at any second for being in love with each other. You hear the way she criticizes everything you’ve put your life into- your job, Melissa, even stupid stuff like the sweater you chose to wear to come to dinner tonight. Your mother gets her digs in about the two of you as an item while your father tries to soften the blow and get her to back down. She doesn’t and finally… you’ve had enough. She’s always been merciless when it comes to your partners, but she has the added fuel of Melissa being a significant amount of years older than you, and she’s just relentless.

“We’re done,” you throw your napkin down on the table. “I’m done. C’mon, Mel.”

“Oh, here we go again,” your mother rolls her eyes and shakes her head. “The drama that comes with having you for a-”

“The drama that comes with having you for a mother!” you don’t bite your tongue. “You’re the one who asked me to bring around Melissa, and then you have nothing but an absolute shit attitude! I’m sick of you criticizing every fucking move I make! So, I’m done! We’re leaving, and don’t expect us to-”

“You’re the one who brought around a cradle robber!” your mother spits out.

“Kristen,” your dad tries to cut in.

“Oh my fuckin’ God, Mom!” you shoot out of your chair.

“Don’t take the Lord’s name in vein!” your mother scolds you. And you would usually back down, but not tonight. You’re at your breaking point, after all of these years.

“I’ll say whatever the hell I damn well please!” you snarl. “I am a grown ass woman, and I don’t have to take any more of this shit! I’m done!” You grab your bag. “C’mon, Mel.”

Your girlfriend has wide eyes, and she looks terrified. You’re usually a quiet, mellow, laid back woman… she’s never seen you with such a fire in your eyes. “Hun?”

“I said let’s go!” you bark. Before she can reply, you turn on your heel and head out, slamming the door as you go.

Almost instantly, your father is out of his chair and following you. “Y/N!” he calls after you. “Sweetheart!”

That leaves your mother and Melissa sitting at the dinner table together. Now it’s your girlfriend’s turn to have a fire grow in her eyes.

“I don’t know where the hell you think you get away speaking to your daughter like that,” the redhead growls out as she grabs her bag. “Y/N is a wonderful woman with a great head on her shoulders, she is one of the best teachers we have at Abbott, and she has a heart of gold. If you can’t get over the fact that she loves who she loves, then that’s your loss.”

“What the hell do you know?” your mother folds her arms over her chest.

“I’ve been around the block a time or two,” your girlfriend says lowly. “I know a good mother when I see one, and I know a mother who is about to lose her daughter when all she can do is criticize every aspect of her daughter’s life. You’re going to lose her, and she might not regret it, but you will.”

And with that, your girlfriend leaves your mother to sit at the dinner table alone and let her words sink in. Melissa comes outside to see your father embracing you as you cry gently into his shoulder.

“Hey,” your girlfriend whispers as she sets a gentle hand on your shoulder. Her and your father catch each others’ eyes for a few seconds, and they both silently convey how sad they are that this is how dinner ended up.

“I- I’m sorry,” you hiccup out as you turn to hug her. “I’m so sorry.”

“You ain’t got nothin’ to be sorry for, hun,” she whispers as she takes you into her arms and strokes your hair. “C’mon. Let’s get you home.”

You nod shakily as you turn to face your father again. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry,” you whisper to him as you practically fall into his arms. “I couldn’t do it anymore.”

“I’m sorry she’s being like this again,” he whispers. “Get home, have a glass of wine, and let me try to talk to her, okay? I’ll see what I can do”

“Y-yeah,” you mumble. “Okay. Thank you. I love you.”

“I love you too, sweetheart,” your dad kisses your temple and lets you go. He makes his way back into the house, and you can hear him telling your mother that they need to talk. Good lord. This was not how dinner was supposed to go at all. Although looking back on it, you suppose you don’t know how else it would go. Dinners with significant others usually go this way.

You had driven over, but with the emotional state you’re in now, Melissa guides you to the passenger side and helps you in before climbing into the driver’s seat and pulling off.

“I don’t know how your father ended up with her,” your girlfriend tries to joke. She can tell that you aren’t in the mood though, so she shuts her mouth. She has a gentle hand on your thigh, and she’s humming softly, knowing it calms you down. Once you can finally breathe again and the tears subside, she looks over at you.

“You wanna talk about it?” she offers.

“I- I’m sorry that ended in explosives,” you apologize.

“That was like a piece of cake compared to my family, she chuckles, trying to lighten the mood.

“She’s always been like that,” you whisper. Melissa turns down the radio and gestures for you to continue if you want.

“From the start, I’ve been a failure in her eyes,” you tell her quietly. “I was too quiet, I was too weird or silly… basically anything I did that was appropriate for my age was wrong. As I got older, it got worse. She criticized the things I liked to do, telling me it was a waste of time. I was too fat, and then I was too thin. She didn’t like my hair, she didn’t like my clothes. Any thing that I did was just wrong. And then,” you sniffle. “I told my parents I thought I didn’t like men. Dad… he was fine with it. You met him- he’s about as easygoing as it gets. But Mom… she was furious.”

“Oh, honey,” Melissa sighs sadly.

“I got the ‘It’s just a phase’ talk about a hundred times. The first time I brought home a girlfriend in high school, she about flipped her shit. That was the last time I saw Anna. Because with Dad away for a conference, Mom took it upon herself to drive me to a conversion therapy place.” You shake your head, remembering what that had been like. “When Dad came home the next week, he was furious. He drove up and got me out of there as fast as he could, apologizing over and over again for not being able to stop her- that he had no idea she was going to do that. That was the last time my dad took a business trip until I had moved out of the house- he was terrified it was going to happen again.”

“Amore, I’m so sorry,” Melissa whispers.

“When senior year rolled around, I told them I didn’t want to go for engineering like Mom wanted… I wanted to be a teacher. That was like World War three broke out. My parents almost got divorced over that one… Dad supported me, saying that I was making a good choice doing something I loved while Mom told me that I couldn’t have been a bigger disappointment to her.”

“You’re a great teacher- one of the best Abbott has,” your girlfriend tells you gently as she pulls into her driveway. “Your dad and I were talking about that earlier in the garage.”

“And that’s great that you guys think that…” you sigh, and your eyes fill with tears as you turn to look at Melissa. “But I… All I want is my mother’s approval. I want her love and affection. Do you know how shitty it is that the one person who is supposed to love me the most, the person I grew inside of, can’t stand a single aspect about me?” A tear falls down your face, and Melissa is quick to wipe it away with the pad of her thumb.

It absolutely breaks the redhead’s heart to hear those words tumble out of your mouth.

“I’m so sorry, my love,” she whispers.

After a bit, the two of you make your way into her house, and you curl up on the couch together. You fall asleep to her heartbeat and her fingers delicately combing through your hair while the two of you watch your comfort movie. As she’s sitting there, your phone lights up on the coffee table in front of her. It’s a text from your father, and then a second text comes through from your mother.

I talked to Mom. I’m sorry for tonight. If it means anything at all, I already love Mel. She’s a good fit for you, the text from your dad reads.

We need to talk, is all your mom sends.

Deciding now is not the time for you to see that text, you had only just calmed down after a second round of tears, she flips your phone over with her foot. She shakes you gently.

“Amore?” she whispers. “I think maybe it’s time for us to head up to bed.”

You groan awake but nod. “Bed. Need you tonight.”

“I know,” Melissa whispers. “I’m here. I’ll always be here. Through it all.”

#melissa schemmenti fanfic #melissa schemmenti x you #melissa schemmenti x reader #melissa schemmenti #abbott elementary #abbott elementary fanfiction #abbott elementary fanfic

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nomadicauthor287 · 2 years

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Hard Deck Encounter Part 2

Deadass I totally forgot to introduce Bob and mention this is a gender-neutral fic. There's a bit of cursing and a time skip. I kinda lost the plot in this

Some time later a cocky blond guy comes up to the counter with his buddy to order a few beers.

“Hey Sweetheart, m’names Hangman and can I get a few beers and your number” he requests with a grin.

“My number is confidential sir” (Y/N) says as they prepare the beers.

“Confidential even for a Liutenant” he inquires.

“Even for a Liutenant”, (Y/N) retorts as they handed him their beers.

“Aww c’mon what is it going to take to get your number”, his buddy asks.

“Nothing any of you can do”, (Y/N) spat, “I don’t do pilots”.

“Why scared of heights”, Hangman jokes.

“No I hate people who think with their crotch”, (Y/N) snips before stomping off to the kitchen.

Penny walks into the kitchen while (Y/N) was making snacks.

“You ok?”, she asks

“Yeah I just hate how some people will flirt with a bartender to score some free drinks”, (Y/N) rants.

Penny chuckles and stepped closer. “I know but there are some decent people out there” she says motherly.

“It justs make me a little grumpy Penny”, (Y/N) says.

She walks up to (Y/N) and massaged (Y/N)’s shoulders. “Take a break then” she says.

(Y/N) nodded and agreed with Penny.

“I’ll save some garlic bread for you” (Y/N) calls out as Penny walks out the kitchen.

After about 20 minutes and 6 loaves of bread (Y/N)’s break was up. So they walk out of the kitchen and bumped into someone. Luckily they were able to manuever themselves to save the garlic bread they were bringing out. On an unlucky note the person they bumped into held (Y/N) in a dip position and were really close to each other. The entire bar shouts cat calls and congratulates the guy who caught (Y/N).

“Are you ok”, he asks awkwardly.

“I’m good” they respond, “are you ok”

“I think I’m good” he smiles, “I’m Bob”

“I’m (Y/N) and I think you can put me back on my feet Bob” (Y/N) chuckles

He puts them back on their feet and dusted off their shoulders.

“Garlic bread and a drink as a thank you?” (Y/N) asks while gesturing to the bar.

Bob blinks in shock and is taken aback. “Uh sure” he says as he follows them to the bar

SOME FUCKIN TIME LATER

“And that kids is how I met your (Mother/Father/Parent)” Bob says to the twins in their bed.

“This is also our first unofficial date before your Dad got the nerve to officially ask me out” (Y/N) says

“What do you mean unofficial?” Bob’s son, Robby asks

“It means that I considered all the times your Dad and I were together were ‘dates’ hun” (Y/N) explains

“What was your official date then?” Susie asks

“Skydiving and your (Mom/Dad/Parent) didn’t tell me until it was too late. But I loved them a lot so I was gonna be brave for them” Bob deadpanned.

“Hey you loved it!” (Y/N) protests.

“That’s a story for another time and its a school night” Bob said while pointing at the clock to take the heat off of him.

“True” (Y/N) says while tucking the kids in “get some sleep kiddos”

After turning out the light Bob and (Y/N) walked out of the room and closed the door. Bob points to the kitchen and gestured his lover and partner to follow him

“If there’s anything that stayed the same in our entire relationship” Bob whispers “its the garlic bread”

“Garlic bread brings people together” (Y/N) smiles before kissing Bob

THE END

@skvatnavle @curlyolly @fandomwriterkailyn

#i did a thing #top gun: maverick #robert bob floyd x reader #garlic bread #I lost the plot

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emilybradshaw · 2 years

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English Rose - A Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw Story.

Emily Walker was impulsive.

So impulsive that she had bought a one way ticket two days previously and had ended up halfway around the world.

Impulse, she would tell everyone, which it was. But it was also the only way she was ever going to free herself from the life she had been living in.

See, Emily’s life wasn’t all bad, she had friends, a good job and money, however all that paled into insignificance when you took her mother into account. She was an alcoholic. Always had been for as long as Emily could recall, however, the past two years had been a living hell. Alcohol had turned her mother into a very abusive woman and Emily couldn’t take anymore of it.

That’s how we end up here, in California. No plan, no job, no anything. Just Emily and her suitcase.

Peace, she thought as she wheeled her suitcase from the airport, there was no one here to shout at her, she wouldn’t need to tread on eggshells, no one would hurt her (she hoped). Peace.

She tentatively started walking towards the row of taxis standing outside the arrivals area of the airport, still unsure of where to go but happy to be away from the drudge that was her former life.

“Excuse me?” She said nervously to one of the drivers,

“How can I help you, doll?”

“I was wondering do I have to book for a ride or can I just get in?”

“You can just hop right in, here, let me get that case for you”. Getting out of the taxi, the driver took Emily’s case and put in the boot of the car (that’s trunk to all you Americans out there). “Where is it you want taking?”

“That’s the thing, you see I’m not sure… I’ve got no plan really, I just had to get away.” Emily paused and took a deep breath, “is there anywhere you would suggest?”

“I could take you down to Miramar, that’s a nice area. Some good rentals and places to explore, if you’d like that is”

“Um yeah, sure. Thank you”

Emily got in the taxi and they set off for Miramar, she’d never heard of it but the driver, who was called Tony, told her all of these really good fighter pilots trained there and that it was a super friendly place to live. Tony dropped her off at a shop in the town area and gave some pointers for looking for a place to stay, said she wouldn’t have trouble if she spoke to a woman named Martha in the diner as she knows everyone’s business apparently.

Tony got Emily’s case from the car and she paid him and said goodbye, heading off determinedly to the diner to speak to this Martha about sorting somewhere to stay.

This place was so lovely, very American and just what she’d dreamed of when she’d concocted her plan to escape. She didn’t have to walk far before she encountered the diner, the smell of the food emanating from it was making her stomach rumble.

Walking into the diner it was exactly like in the films she’d seen and she saw a little oldish lady behind the counter who she assumed was the Martha that Tony had told her about.

“Excuse me, are you Martha by any chance?” Emily asked, smiling at the woman, but you could hear the nerves in her voice.

“I am sweetie, and you don’t sound like you’re from round here, what can I do for you hun?”

“I was wondering if you could help me”, Emily shuffled on her feet, clearing her throat as she spoke again, “I’m new here, obviously, flew in today and I don’t have anywhere to stay. The taxi driver who brought me here said you may be able to help me, I’m looking for a room somewhere if you know of anything”

“Ahh hunny, I’ll be more than happy to help, as it happens I know a friend of mine is looking for someone to rent a room in her house, why don’t I give her a call for you and see what we can do?”

“That would be amazing, perfect even!”

“I’ll get right on it, in the meantime, do you want something to eat while we wait?”

“Erm, yes please, I’m starving!”

“I’ll fix you something real nice darling, what’s your name by the way?” Martha beamed at her.

“Emily, Emily Walker”

“Well Emily Walker, welcome to America!”

Martha tootled off into the kitchen, Emily could hear pots and pans clanging and Martha on the phone to someone, she sat blissfully taking in her surroundings. She decided after five minutes to look at her phone, something she hadn’t done in about 24 hours, not long after she decided to tell her friends she was leaving the country indefinitely.

Facebook Messenger - 15 unread messages

17 Missed Calls

5 Voice Mail Messages

Oh fuck.

Hayley Thompson – Did you get there alright?

Emily?

I miss you

Gary Walker – Emily, what the fuck. You cannot just disappear, what the hell were you even thinking.

Countless other messages she couldn’t be bothered to read, Hayley was her best friend and Gary was her Uncle. They are the only two that matter. Time to check the missed calls, all from her Mum, and all the voice mails the same. She wasn’t going to listen to them, she knew what they’d say. A torrent of abuse no doubt.

Footsteps interrupted her thoughts as Martha came scurrying over, a plate full of food in her hand.

“Here you go darling, get that down you, the lady about the room is going to come and see you, should be here in 10 minutes”.

“Ah thank you so much, Martha!” Though Martha couldn’t really make out this is what Emily had said as she was too busy piling food into her mouth to speak really. “This is delicious”.

Martha smiled and walked away, leaving Emily to eat her food in peace, must be hard she thought, coming to a completely new country with nothing but a suitcase, no plan or anything. She’ll be fine here, the people will look after her for sure.

The door to the diner opened just as Emily was finishing up her plate. Emily looked round on the stool and in front of her was the prettiest woman she thought she’d ever seen.

“Hi, I’m Penny Benjamin. Martha said about you needing a place to stay?”

“Hi, I do yes, I’m Emily Walker”

“And where are you from girl, not round here I’ll say!”

“I’m from England, a small little town in the North East to be specific”

“Well Emily Walker from a small little town in North East England, how would you like to come and live in my spare room? It’s just me and my daughter Amelia, so you’d fit right in I’d say”

“If you’ll have me, I’d love to!”

“Fabulous, well we can sort out rent and bills tomorrow, we can have a proper chat, but from what Martha told me on the phone, you’ll be wanting to sleep more than anything right now”.

“I am rather tired, I can’t lie”, just as she said this Emily let out the most gigantic yawn, Penny laughed, as did Martha who had emerged from the kitchen and enveloped Penny into a warm hug.

“You all sorted then?”

“Yeah, Emily here is going to come home with me, we’ll sort out the fine print in the morning, this girl is dead on her feet” Penny giggled as she helped Emily with her case.

“Um, how much do I owe you Martha?”

“Oh it’s nothing sweetie, call it a welcome present, I have a feeling I’ll be seeing a lot of you from now on” she smiled, a very warm smile Emily thought, “oh honey I forgot to ask you, how old are you?”

“Oh, I’m 25, just turned”

“She’s but a child Penny, needs some looking after I think”

“I’ll see to it, Martha, we’ll see you around”.

With that you turned on your heel to leave, Penny guided you to a rather flash looking car, though her knowledge of vehicles did not stretch far. She couldn’t believe her luck, coming to America on a whim and landing a place to stay with what appeared to be one of the nicest people she’d met. She hoped the rest of her journey would be just as smooth.

Impulsiveness, something Emily was now very glad she had.

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The Calm Before the Storm Chapter 1: Securing the Future

Ami and Makoto are finally going to tell Ami's mother about their relationship, but how will she take it? Meanwhile, a new love blooms between the Guardian of Fire and the Guardian of Beauty.

“Alright, Mako, just breathe. You’ve got this!”

“I don’t know if I can do this.”

“We’re running out of time to figure this out.”

“I know!”

“Just take a deep breath.”

“Okay… okay… gaaaah!” The brunette cried out, throwing her hands up in frustration and scattering clothes across her floor.

“Mako, hun, picking out an outfit for dinner should not be this hard.” Minako said while looking down at her friend who was all but in the fetal position. When Makoto had asked her to come over to help her get ready for tonight Minako expected her to be nervous, but she had no idea it would be this bad.

“It’s not just dinner, Mina! It’s-”

“Dinner with Ami’s mom. Yes, I know, you’ve told me.”

“And… and we’re gonna-”

“Tell her that you two are dating. Again, I know, you’ve said it about twelve times in the hour I’ve been here.”

“And I still have to figure out what flowers to bring, what I’m gonna say when I meet her, Ami said I didn’t need to bring a dish but maybe I should anyway?”

“Mako, I’m sure it’ll be fine. I doubt Ami’s mother expects you to be perfect.” Minako said, trying to reassure her friend.

“Yeah, but she probably also doesn’t expect me to be dating her daughter.” Makoto shot back, “I’m already fighting an uphill battle here! Y’know because… because…”

“Because you’re not a boy?” Minako finished for her friend.

“Yeah.” Makoto said, slumping down onto the floor next to her pile of clothes.

“Oh Mako,” Minako began, sitting down next to the brunette, “Ami’s mother is a smart woman, I doubt she would be so close minded.”

“Yeah, I bet a lot of people think that when they come out to their parents… doesn’t mean it’s always true.” Makoto said back, “And even if she’s okay with it as a concept, that doesn’t necessarily mean she’d be okay with her daughter dating another girl. Or at the very least she’d probably prefer Ami to be with a boy.”

“Well, knowing Ami, she’s fresh out of luck there.” Minako said with a slight smirk, “Mako, you are a lovely girl. If Ami’s mom doesn’t see that, then that’s on her.” The blonde continued, resting her hand on her friend’s shoulder, “And I hate to tell you, but whether or not she’s able to see it probably isn’t gonna depend on what you wear or what kind of flowers you bring.”

“I know, I know! But if she’s like… I dunno, on the fence, then maybe I can win her over if I do everything right, y’know?”

“I mean, I get what you’re saying, but you understand that that’s impossible, right?” Minako replied, “The only way you could do everything right is if you could somehow see the future, which-”

“MINA THAT’S IT!” Makoto shouted excitedly while grabbing both of Minako’s shoulders, “You’re a genius!”

“I am?” Minako asked as she saw Makoto spring up and run out the door while throwing on one of the many jackets which had been strewn across the floor. “Hey, Mako, wait up!”

…

“So let me get this straight.” Rei said, rubbing her temple in frustration, “You want me to use, and I quote, my ‘weird psychic powers’ to tell you how to ‘not screw up’ your dinner with Ami and her mom?” The raven-haired girl questioned while looking at her blonde and brunette friends who had burst into her room just a moment prior, with the former still being out of breath from the run over to the temple.

“Uh… yes?” The tall brunette replied, timidly.

“NO! That’s not how that works!” Rei shouted indignantly.

“Aw, c’mon Rei, you’re telling me there’s nothing you can do to help?” Minako questioned, wiping some sweat off of her brow.

“It’s not a party trick. I can’t just-”

“Please Rei.” Makoto said, grabbing Rei’s hands and looking down at her with big puppy-dog eyes, “I really really really want this to go well. Isn’t there something, anything that you can do? Please, I’ll do anything.”

Rei looked into Makoto’s pleading eyes for a moment, before eventually lowering her head and letting out a large sigh.

“Very well.” The miko said, unable to resist her friend’s cry for help. She was then promptly smothered in a massive bear hug from the taller girl.

“THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU!” The Guardian of Thunder squealed in gratitude.

“Mako… need… oxygen…”

“Oh, sorry.” Mako said, letting her friend go. After taking a moment to catch her breath, Rei led Makoto and Minako to the sacred flame. Rei sat directly in front of the fire, while the other two sat closely behind her.

“Alright, if I’m gonna do this, I need to be able to concentrate. Understood?” Rei asked, to which the other girls simply nodded in agreement. “Alright.” The shrine maiden said, closing her eyes.

"Rin”

“Pyou”

“Tou”

“Sha”

“Kai”

“Jin”

“Retsu”

“Zai”

“Zen!"

With that, the sacred fire erupted in front of them.

“Are you getting anything?” Makoto asked.

“Shh!” Rei shot back at her, “I’m getting some images, but they’re fuzzy. I see you at the doorway wearing… wearing your green blouse.”

“Green… blouse…” Rei heard from behind her, along with what sounded like a pencil writing on notebook paper.

“Where did you get-?” Minako began to ask, confused, before being shushed by Makoto. With this, Rei continued.

“I see you holding a bouquet of light purple flowers… yes, lilacs, I believe.”

“Lilacs…” Makoto muttered, accompanied by more scribbles from her pencil.

“Yes… it’s all very fuzzy, but I can tell Ami’s mother appreciates the flowers… dinner seems to go mostly smoothly…”

“What do you mean mostly?” Makoto asked, concerned.

“Make sure to keep your mouth closed while you chew.” Rei shot back, leaving Makoto embarrassed.

“Hmm… can’t make out too many finer details, but I see Ami walking you out the door at the end of the night… you both appear quite happy…”

“We do?!” Makoto exclaimed with what appeared to be a mix of relief, joy and disbelief. With that, Rei’s eyes shot open and she inhaled sharply, similar to a person who had been holding their breath underwater.

“Rei!” Minako exclaimed in concern, before the raven-haired girl turned around to face her friends.

“I’m good, don’t worry.” Rei said, reassuring her friends, “But more importantly, Mako” she began, looking at the brunette, “from what I could gather, you don’t have anything to worry about. Just relax and be the wonderful girl that Ami fell in love with. Well, and also that whole chewing thing, make sure to remember that.” Rei finished with a smirk.

“Okay, thank you so much Rei.” Makoto said before bolting to her feet, “Oh man, I still have so much to do before tonight. I’d better get going, I’ll see you guys later!”

And with that, the tall brunette bolted out the door to go finish getting ready for her dinner. After she had left, Minako looked at Rei in confusion.

“I don’t get it.” The blonde girl began, “I thought you said seeing the future wasn’t that simple, how were you able to pull it off?”

“Well it was pretty simple, actually.” Rei said, turning to her friend and giving her a sly smirk, “I didn’t.”

“Wait, what?”

“Reading the future isn’t something you can force, it’s something you have to let come to you.” The miko explained, “The most I can do on command is read energies, everything else? It comes and goes.”

“But what about all the-” The blonde began to question, scratching her head.

“What, you didn’t think you were the only one of us who could put on a performance, did you?” Rei said, rising to her feet and offering a hand to help her friend do the same, “I could tell the dinner will go fine… probably. But that’s not what Mako needed to hear. So I gave her some vague information, making her feel like she had more control of the situation than she did before talking to me, and BAM! Instant confidence boost.”

“Oh, like the psychics at the mall you always complain about?”

“Do not compare me to them.” The Guardian of Fire shot back darkly, earning a chuckle from Minako.

“Sorry, sorry. But seriously, it’s sweet of you to do that for her. You’re a good friend, Rei.” The blonde said to her friend.

The raven-haired girl looked down at the ground and sprouted a bittersweet smile at the compliment, “Yep… that’s me… good friend Rei.” She said weakly.

“Rei?” Minako asked, concerned.

“Sorry, sorry.” Rei said, shaking herself out of this state. “It’s just… is it wrong for me to be jealous?”

“Jealous of what?” Mina asked, although Rei could tell she fully knew what she was asking.

“Well it’s just… like… don’t get me wrong, I love that Ami and Mako are happy together. But…” She trailed off, awkwardly rubbing her arm.

“But?” The blonde inquired, prompting Rei to continue.

“Well, when Mamoru and Usagi got together, we stopped seeing her as much, but at least we all had each other, y’know?” The miko said, nervously fidgeting with her hands.

“Well us single pringles gotta stick together after all.” The Guardian of Beauty responded.

“Yeah. But now… Usagi’s off with Mamoru, Ami and Mako spend most of their free time together and… I dunno. I’m not mad or anything at them, I get it but I just… I wish I had that too, y’know?” Rei trailed off, looking down at her feet. “And you’ve got your own stuff going on and I guess I feel… lonely. Is that bad?” She finished, looking back up at Minako.

…

“Is that bad?”

Minako was stunned at what she was hearing. Not so much that Rei was jealous of Ami and Makoto, as Mina had felt a similar jealousy seeing their relationship blossom over the last couple of months. No, her surprise instead came from two factors. The first being that Rei was seemingly experiencing it to a much worse degree. Sure, Mina had felt lonely from time to time seeing her friends go off in their own directions, but she was normally able to distract herself through extracurricular activities or music. It seemed like this was not a skill Rei possessed, however.

The second factor that surprised Mina about what she was hearing… was that she was hearing it at all. While she had certainly gotten better over the time Minako had known her, Rei still had a tendency to put up barriers between herself and others which kept her from genuinely expressing her emotions. Mina supposed that was just a testament to how bad this had gotten.

“No, Rei, of course it isn’t.” The blonde finally responded gently, “And… I’m sorry that I haven’t tried to make more time for you.”

Rei looked slightly taken aback by this, and if Mina didn’t know any better, she would swear she saw a light blush cross the miko’s face.

“W-What do you mean?” Rei stuttered out, “You didn’t do anything wrong.”

“Maybe, maybe not. But to tell you the truth I’ve kinda… felt the same way. But I know that you’ve been busy with the shrine and with school and I guess I just felt… intimidated?”

“I’m intimidating?” Rei inquired with a small smirk.

“Well you’re not not intimidating, that’s for sure!” Minako shot back. If she was being honest with herself, Rei’s busy schedule wasn’t the only thing that intimidated Mina about spending time alone with her, but that… wasn’t important right now.

“Heh, not sure whether I should take that as an insult or a compliment.” Rei said with a smile. A smile Mina loved more than she loved most things on Earth or the Moon. A smile she wanted more than anything to preserve. When mulling over those thoughts, the blonde was struck with a sudden impulse.

“Do it, Mina.” Her brain instructed her.

But she couldn’t possibly.

“You won’t get a better chance than this.”

She wouldn’t dare.

“You know you want to.”

Well, of course she wanted to, but-

“If you don’t, you’ll-”

“Okay, fine! Just shut up, dammit.” Minako thought, ending the tug of war within her mind.

“Welllll,” Mina began, her heart rate quickly beginning to accelerate, “I guess there’s only one thing for a couple of lonely girls like us to do on a Saturday night.” She said, placing her hands behind her back and leaning in closer to Rei.

“What would that be?” The Guardian of Fire asked, tilting her head in confusion.

Suddenly, Mina took both of Rei’s hands in her own and looked her directly in her wide amethyst eyes. “Go out with me?” Mina blurted out. She couldn’t tell if she was asking, ordering, or something in-between.

“W-what?” Rei stuttered out. This time Mina was sure she saw a blush come across the miko’s cheeks.

“C’mooooon, it’ll be fun!” The blonde prodded. “It’s not like you’ve got anything better to do! And when was the last time we hung out, just the two of us?”

“Mina, that’s very sweet, but I don’t need to be your pity date.” Rei responded, her cheeks still tinted red.

“Aw, don’t think of it like that. Think of it like you’re saving me from a night of boredom. So, if anything, it’s more like I’m your pity date.” Minako said, unsure if Rei’s grandpa had decided now was a good time to start playing one of their ceremonial drums, or if that was just her heart about to explode out of her chest.

Rei let out a sigh before looking into Minako’s pleading eyes with a small smile, “Okay! Okay! Just let me grab my coat. So, are we heading to Crown like usual?”

“No, I’ve got a better idea.”

And that's where we'll leave chapter 1, but fret not, just like with my last fic I wrote out the whole thing before posting the first chapter, so you won't have to wait long for the next one.

Real quick, I know it’s been a long while since Buried Feelings. I’ve been really busy with school, but I’m happy to finally be able to deliver the follow up I promised... several months later.

But please, let me know what you guys think! Comments, likes, reblogs, etc. are very much appreciated!

And come back next time for chapter 2.

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