#'Almost like there was something holding us back during the summer and it took until the school year for things to click'

[inthememetime]

There are plenty of posts where Justice League and Constantine sees Danny's Ghost King Form in all of its Eldritchy glory, from on being Lightning Based to one being compared to an event horizon, as he takes down the ghost that was giving the League problems and it basically freaks them out.

So when I stumbled upon this picture

I knew that this could be an excellent form worthy of a King if it was tweaked to fit Danny with ghostly elements, and maybe ice themes sprinkled with something Space related.

Like Vortex or Undergrowth is giving the League trouble, then this thing straight out of the Old Testament shows up, takes down the Ghost, and turns back to Danny who didn't know he just melted the League's brains.

Or, maybe during The Legion of Doom / The Light tries to summon the Ghost King for power/ take over the world, and Danny comes along looking like that and scares everyone there shitless.

How do you think that will go down?

I have had this in my drafts for So Very Long... Im sorry!!!

Holy *^$π, Batman!™

I LOVE the image, and 100% agree, it's an awesome base to work off with Danny.

I think it would be hilarious. Matter of fact, I wrote a fic about it. 😁 If you have an AO3, let me know and I'll gift it to you.

Ao3 here

Be Not Afraid- or Whatever

Summary: The weather god- though Constantine swore it was 'just' a ghost- had pinned down the entire Justice League. While they'd managed to trap Vortex in a two square mile area and evacuate civilians, and even arrested the cult responsible, they in turn were trapped in a small warehouse, protected only by the blood blossom spray and salt circle Constantine made.

With no way to fight it, they had only one choice: summon another ghost. Enter Ghost King Danny Phantom, stage right.

    Rain, wind, and hail pounded heavily against the metal roof and walls of the tiny back office of a warehouse. 

    Earlier today- just this morning, in fact- it had been a bright and warm summer day. The Flash flinched as a piece of hail broke through a window. Constantine didn't flinch, intent on his task. Superman was still unconscious, Batman picking out shards of kryptonite from a bullet that had hit its mark too well. 

    It was silent but for the occasional pained gasp from their Kryptonian friend, and Constantine's low mutters in what sounded like Ancient Latin to Barry's untrained ears. 

    Thunder roared, and the single lightbulb went out. Wordlessly, Batman cracked a pair of glowsticks, passing one to him so he could hold it up for Constantine. Clark groaned quietly. 

    A cult of summoners swearing fealty to Vortex, Lord of Storms, seemed easy enough to stop; Batman made the plan and coordinated with everyone. He and Superman rescued hostages and dock workers alike as Batman and Constantine took down the cult. 

    It was supposed to be easy. Simple. It was anything but. 

    The smell of the weird floral spray Constantine used- Blood Blossoms, the magic user had said- was beginning to fade. A drop of sweat fell down Constantine's face. His lips were pressed tight, white against the odd pallor of his face. 

    "John," Barry whispered, "how much longer?"

    Another window broke. Batman swore quietly. "Good news is, we've got the blood sacrifice ready," he joked under his breath. He winced then, and pressed his hand against the bandage on his arm. 

    It had bled through again, but the others were needed for Clark. In a rare event, the alien was the most injured on the team. 

    The cultists had purchased bullets laced with kryptonite from somewhere, which didn't hurt Constantine any more than a regular one. The same couldn't be said for Clark. 

    The magic-user hesitated until water started to bubble underneath the door, threatening the complicated circle of chalk and blood. He spoke, and this time it wasn't in Latin. Barry couldn't recognize it. 

    The temperature began to drop further while the air around the man began to shimmer, almost. Ozone gathered in the air, and the darkness increased until he couldn't see anything. Even the glowstick was a pinprick of light so tiny he couldn't be sure it was real. 

    A low rumble sounded and a radioactive green pool started to open. One massive clawed hand grabbed the edge. Constantine's voice cracked- but didn't stop. Another hand pulled out, and another, folowed by one more. 

    They were white as snow up to the wrists. One massive wing shot up, far too big for the office, followed by another, both black as night and covered with starry patterns. The next thing Barry made out was a crown of twisted black iron and glittering jewels, wreathed in green flame, atop two large horns, blue like sea ice. 

    The figure continued to rise as John spoke, revealing a second, then third set of wings and a mane of white hair which flowed in a wind he couldn't feel. Four sets of eyes opened, some solid green and glowing, some pitch black, some solid white, and the last a myriad of colors. 

    The thing's face was almost tan, almost the color of mortal flesh, but green scars like lightning bolts marred it. A thud alerted him of one massive foot, then another, both white and clawed. 

    The rest of its body except a shining white D was black as the void. When it opened its mouth, he had to look away, unsure if he feared or loved it, found it beautiful or terrifying. 

    Abruptly, the light from the sticks was back. He didn't dare look at Clark or Batman to see how they were doing; every instinct said he was in front of a predator, and showing the weak of the herd would be a death sentence. 

    Finally, Constantine fell silent. 

    "What's up? Kind of a weird place for a summons, you know," it said, and Barry swallowed. It sounded like a child, an old man, a windstorm, the shriek of a blizzard, the thunder of roaring waves all at once. 

    "I have summoned you, King of Ghosts, to take your servant back to your realm," Constantine managed, voice only wavering a little. 

    It leaned forward. "And the price?"

    The thing sounded almost teasing. Amused. 

    "What would you ask of us?"

    "Autographs," it immediately said. "From Martian Manhunter, Superman, Cyborg, and Wonder Woman."

    Wait. What?

    "I'm a big fan," it added. 

    "Should all of us survive today, we will do so," he agreed. 

    "Sweet. Gimme like 5 minutes. Maybe 10, Vortex is a bit of a bitch. Also, be not afraid or whatever. I'm one of the good guys."

    It was gone, then, and abruptly Barry sucked in a breath. Sounds of a fierce battle echoed from outside for several minutes before the storm abruptly stopped. 

    Slightly singed, the Ghost King returned. "Hey, does Supes over there need a doctor? I know a good one in the GZ."

    He swallowed. Batman cleared his throat. "We only need to get the kryptonite out of him, he'll be fine."

    "Okay!" It chirped, then reached over and, without so much as ruffling the suit, reached into the alien and pulled out a small handful of shards. "I'll be back in a few weeks for those autographs- I'd say tomorrow, but time is weird. Bye, guys!"

    "Wait- can I ask for a way to contact you? If you'd be willing to help in the future," Constantine asked. 

    "Yeah, sure. My Chirper handle is @realdeadguy, all lowercase, no punctuation," he said, "and you can call me Phantom if you want."

    -

    "Guys!"

    Sam groaned and Tucker covered his face with a pillow. 

    "Dude, we know you just got back from a summons, but it's 3 am."

    Danny rocked back and forth, wings twitching. "I met the Justice League! They're so cool! Batman was there! Batman!!!"

    "I thought you were all about Su-"

    "And I saved Superman's life, isn't that awesome?! I kept the kryptonite, look, real-life rock from space!"

    "Rocks aren't alive, Danny," Sam muttered. Then, a second later, "wait, what?! You met the Justice League? Was Wonder Woman there?"

    "No, but I asked for an autograph."

#danny phantom #inthememetime #danny phantom au #eldritch danny #ghost king danny #vortex #constantine #dp x dc #barry allen #the flash #batman #superman

[citruslullabies]

We’ve see Bee do Dad! Dogday. Let’s see your interpretation of him and how he is with child/teen reader.

On it!

Trigger warnings: none

Romantic/platonic?: platonic

Requested by: anonymous

Category: heavy fluff

Ship (romantic or platonic): dad!Dogday x child!reader

Word count: 661

My Baby, My Baby

He had never wanted you to be here, never wanted you to witness the horrors that left him in ruins and you alone.

You were his angel, his cherub, his baby. You meant everything to him and all he wanted was for you to be safe and happy, and he was horrified knowing that the last time he saw you he had left without saying a word since he was running late. He wishes that he had given you a hug and squeezed you tight, told you how much he adored you. But he had grown to live with the fact that he hadn't done those things.

But here you were, and he couldn't believe it. He saw your face and wanted to cry since he immediately recognized you. And oh how you had grown, he had to look twice. You had grown into an amazing human being, but… why were you here, in this awful place? You shouldn't be here. He spoke up, still chained to the wall by the wrists with belts. But he realized something. “Y.. you.. you're poppy’s angel..”

The way he referred to you was so soft, almost as if he was in disbelief you were really here. He tried to reach out to you to hold you, but was stopped by restraints. “Come to save us, but there is nothing left to save. Not here.” He spoke solemnly, body going limp as he gave up trying to break his restraints to hold you. He was so weak.

You stared at him with big brave eyes, his voice having a hazy home in your memory but you didn't focus on that for now. You took a few steps towards him, an expression etched into your face that he himself used to make when he was determined. He wanted to cry with how much of himself he saw in you, but there was no time. He had cried too much already. You, without a single word in the painful silence, quickly tore him off the wall as if he was some outdated poster and winced at how heavy he was but pushed through.

He didn't want to weigh you down, that was the last thing he wanted. He struggled a bit in your arms in any attempt to get down, letting out a breathy huff. “Cherub, I will weigh you down. Please. Leave me, go.” He said, practically pleading for you to abandon him like he did with you so you could save yourself.

But you hadn't listened, you had always been stubborn. Haven't you? But that wasn't necessarily a bad thing, it was one of the many traits he adored. As you held him against your chest, all he could remember were the silly flashbacks.

Like how he would hold you the same way when you were a baby, the way you'd giggle and smile up at him like he was the only one who could make you feel that happy. How your little baby hands would grip onto anything that they could and how you'd babble, how you'd cry. This was the same way he'd hold you when you scraped your knee when trying to learn how to ride a bike during the summer at his mother's house, he remembered your salty tears flowing down your chubby face and how he'd soothe you while applying alcohol. His shirt was always stained with your tears in the end.

He couldn't help but clung onto you like you once did with him, his chest feeling heavy as he held back the tears. He felt your strained steps as you carried him instead of leaving him, and he was so proud of you. You had grown up to be an amazing person, far better than he was when he was still human. He had to stay alive, for you, at least until he knew you would escape.

He could die happy if he knew his baby was safe.

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#poppy playtime #smiling critters #poppy playtime x reader #dogday #dogday poppy playtime #dogday x reader #dogday x y/n #poppy’s playtime x reader #dad dogday #smiling critters dogday #child!reader #dogday as a dad #daydad #poppys playtime #poppy playtime fics #poppy playtime fanfics

[lovesodakid]

sworn to secrecy 6

chris x fem!reader

1 2 3 4 5

summary: chris and y/n have known each other, pretty much their whole lives. y/n has always had a crush on chris. chris always viewed y/n as ‘nate’s little sister’ until one day, he realized, she wasn’t so little anymore…which nate sees..in which. he does not approve of whatsoever. (“brothers best friend trope”)

warnings: underage drinking/drunkness. should be all!!

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the ride back to the triplets house seems blurry and hazy as the alcohol continues to consume my senses. the dimly lit streetlights and florescent headlights being the only illumination of the dark night.

“hey, you okay?” nick asks from above me. im laying on my side, head on his lap in the backseat.

“mhm.” i grumble, attempting to sit up.

i rub my head with my right hand, as my left is holding my limp body up.

“hey kid,” chris begins as he turns around in the passenger seat. “maybe slow down on the drinks next time, yeah?”

i let a small laugh escape my lips as i sit up more in the seat. my back now against the back of it.

“are we almost there?” i question. referring to the triplets house, obviously.

“yeah. just ten more minutes.” matt answers, keeping his eyes trained on the empty road ahead of us.

i nod my head in response. memories from the night flooding my brain.

the sound of chris’s fist smacking against christian’s face before he falls to the ground. i wince at the memory.

a year ago, you couldn’t have paid me enough to even take a sip of alcohol. now? i just got completely wasted at my first party. i don’t know what switch has flipped in me lately, but something has definitely changed a lot.

“okay we’re here.” matt says as he unbuckles his seatbelt.

i nod again, unbuckling my own as i open the car door. i plant my feet on the graveled surface of the driveway, i take about two steps before i’m already wobbling. struggling to keep my balance.

“hey-here.” chris says quietly as i feel a warmness coating the exposed part of my waist due to black, slightly cropped shirt covering the top half of my body.

“you got her?” i hear nick question chris as we make our way up the steps of the patio, towards the front door.

“yeah.” he replies, keeping a tight grasp on me to keep me held up and walking.

“here i’ll get the door.” i hear matt rush in front of us, the sound of a lock unlocking filling the silence.

once the door squeaks open, a finger making itself over my lips in a “shush” position. i turn around to face chris behind me, assuming it’s him since the warmth of his left hand has left my waist.

“shh. you gotta be quiet okay? mom and dad are asleep.” he speaks softly, removing his finger from my mouth to grab onto my left shoulder.

i nod my head up and down, matt holding the door open for us to walk in. nick walking behind us, just incase i fall backwards.

my feet slowly approach the threshold of the door, making my way through it. the smell of the house filling my nostrils. the smell i’ve grown fond of. the smell i’ve considered home. the smell i wish my own house smelled of. family dinners every night, family game nights, and grill outs during the summer. my house was nothing like that. instead, it was filled with lingering aroma of alcohol and cigarettes. the alcohol from my dad, cigarettes from my mom. a house filled with pain and suffering. a house where family dinners didn’t exist, just the occasional times where we’d sit together and eat on the couch in silence as a random show took over the tv screen. which only happened once, maybe twice a year at most if i was lucky.

i look down, watching every step i take, making sure i don’t trip over anything as im already struggling to keep myself up and walking.

we all slowly but surely make our way up the squeaky brown staircase. chris keeping a tight grip on me. matt walking in front of us, nick walking behind us.

“okay, i’m going to bed. goodnight guys.” matt says quietly as he makes his way to his bedroom. leaving small creaks throughout the floorboard in his path.

“hey y/n/n, you coming to my room?” nick questions, placing his hand on my shoulder.

i nod as chris slowly loosens his grip on me, allowing nick to take hold to walk me to his room.

“okay, i’m going to bed. let me know if you need anything.” he explains as he begins his way to his room.

“okay, c’mon.” nick slowly walks me to his bedroom. the door making a slight screech sound as it opens.

once we both enter his room, i make my way to his bed, flopping myself down on my back as i stare up at the white, blank ceiling.

“you want some clothes to change into to sleep in?” nick inquires as he starts making his way towards his closet, sliding open the mirrored door.

“mhm.” i hum. wanting to just be comfortable, and out of the clothes that are currently coating my limp self.

“okay, here.” he hands me a set of grey sweatpants, and a random white hoodie he must’ve had for years, small stains here and there. “i’m gonna go brush my teeth while you get dressed.”

he heads to the bathroom, shutting his door behind him. i sit myself up, cursing myself for drinking so much alcohol in the first place. especially for the years i told myself i would never drink.

once i’m finally able to stand up without face planting, i remove the clothes i was wearing to put on the clothes nick lended me. the cotton hoodie and sweatpants immediately comforting my body. the warmness soothing the places that were once freezing.

i throw my clothes somewhere onto nick’s floor before climbing into his bed, pulling the comforter all the way up to my chin. the mattress sinking in, molding the place where my body lays.

my eyes already being extremely heavy, flutter closed as the paralyzing slumber takes over my body.

-

i blink my eyes multiple times to open them from their sleepy state. i sit up, the comforter of nicks bed slightly falling off the top half of my body, leaving goosebumps in its wake.

i place my feet on the cold flooring, as i stand up to make my way out of his bedroom. turning around to make sure he’s still asleep before turning the knob of his door. creating the small sound of metal rubbing against each other.

i make my way out of his room, only to be met with someone sitting at the island table, scrolling through their phone. sounds coming quietly from the speaker of it as he scrolls through various videos.

i walk around a little more to see the face of who it is. once i’m where i can see his face, he’s already spotted me.

“hey! how you feeling?” he interrogates quietly as he sits his phone face down on the table. ending with a small *thump* sound.

“um-i feel okay.” i answer, shrugging my shoulders. “what time is it?”

he picks his phone back up, reading the time back to me.

“5:03 A.M.” he reads, setting his phone back down.

“oh.” i say, walking towards the fridge to grab any kind of liquid after i noticed how painfully dry my throat had been.

silence fills the air as i open the refrigerator door, grabbing a plastic water bottle. i shut the door as i turn my back to it, facing chris once again.

i twist the plastic lid as it makes a small “pop” sound. taking a quick swig of the drink before placing it down on the marble design of the island.

“so, how was your first party experience?” he asks, staring right dead at me with a sly grin.

“um,” i begin. “it was okay. other than the fact i want to puke right now. and the fact you beat some dudes face in.” i laugh.

he shakes his head side to side before speaking. “well, the dude deserved it.” he says with a shrug of his shoulders.

i nod my head in agreement, crossing my arms.

“why did you do it?” i question him.

his face slightly faltering before he begins speaking.

“i just had my reasons.”

i push my lips into a straight line, raising my eyebrows as i nod.

“you should be getting back to bed. you’re gonna have a nasty hang over. so you should probably get some sleep.” he explains, standing up from his stool.

“goodnight chris.” i tell him, making my way back into nicks room.

“goodnight y/n.” he speaks softly, eyes scanning over my face before walking away with a small rub on my shoulder.

i walk back into nicks room, shutting the door behind me. i stride towards his bed. once i sit down, i get into a position i think is comfortable enough to sleep in, allowing the sleep to take over my body once again.

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a/n: sorry this part took so long to get out !! i was dealing with some minor personal things. i also apologize if this is a little more on the boring side. and for the fact its short!!!!

#chris sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #matt sturniolo #nick sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #sturniolo fanfic #sturniolo smut #sturniolo x reader #sturniolo

[asallowgrave]

Birthday Wishes | S.S

As the night engulfed the castle, you knew you should be sleeping, yet being friends with a certain Slytherin sometimes gets in the way of your sleep schedule. You see, this evening, Sebastian has asked you to meet him in the Undercroft, no explanation or anything.

WARNINGS: hogwarts legacy spoilers, not proofread, first fic on tumblr

GENRE & TAGS: fluff, gn slytherin reader, reader is not the protag of hogwarts legacy

WORDCOUNT: 671 (or something)

You've known him for quite a while now, ever since your first year since you started as a Slytherin. He and Ominis were your greatest friends. Sure, you knew Natsai and Poppy as well as the extraordinary 5th year, and they were definitely your friends, but nothing came close to the bond you had with your fellow Slytherins. Being in your 6th year now, you've been through thick and thin with them, as well as with that 5th year student. You were honestly so relieved they decided not to send Sebastian off to Azkaban. His actions were severe, but to send him to Azkaban was too much. Either way, here you are now, on your way to meet up with the charming Sebastian Sallow. You were ecstatic to spend time with him. You really wanted to spend all you can with him until you had to return home for the summer. As you wandered through the, dare I say, obnoxiously large castle while cloaked in a disillusionment charm, you smiled, wondering about what he had in store for you, why he asked for you to meet him alone.

You finally made it to the clock that somehow serves as a gateway to the Undercroft, using your wand to have it reveal its secrets before you stepped inside, being greeted by a smiling Sebastian, one of your favorite versions of him. You smiled back at him, "Well, care to explain why you asked me to meet you here alone?" You spoke with a teasing tone, smiling throughout it. "Close your eyes." Way to avoid the question, Seb. You chuckled a bit, shaking your head at his silly behaviour before you did as he asked. You heard some odd sounds, like whoosing and clanging, maybe, before it stopped, the silence being replaced by his sweet melodic voice. "You may open them." He spoke in his usual charming and somehow awfully suggestive tone.

Your eyes widened as a smile appeared on your face. The room was decorated to be some sort of fancy party. "Since I can't celebrate your birthday with you during the summer vacation, I figured why not do it early." He had a smug smile on his face as you turned to him with glistening eyes, "Sebastian..." You couldn't really say more as you walked up to him as you looked him in the eyes. "This... this is beautiful..." You had a genuine smile on your face, looking at the Slytherin in awe. "I try." He laughed, causing you to join him. Though you were quickly cut off by the sudden music playing from the gramophone across the room, playing some sweet ballroom music. You turned to him with a grin on your face as you saw him bend over and hold out his hand, looking up at you. "May I have this dance?" You laughed softly, "Of course." You said as you took his hand into yours, joining him to the middle of the room. It wasn't quite the Yule Ball, but it was so much more sentimental. That he did this for you meant so much.

He carefully moved his hand to your waist, as the other held your hand. You grabbed onto his shoulder as you both started to sway to the song, laughing at how much you almost tripped each other. He calmed down his laughter for a moment. "You know, [Y/n], I've liked you for a long time now, but considering the circumstances, I thought I'd wait a bit. Yet I couldn't stand the thought of missing my chance, so I decided not to wait any longer." You looked at him in awe as both of you stopped dancing, just holding each other. "I really, really like you [Y/n]." He looked into your eyes, a face much more serious than what you're used to from him. You smiled, "Well, as it may be, I really, really like you too, Seb." He chuckled and smiled, "I expected that." You rolled your eyes at him but couldn't hold back your smile. "Happy birthday, Y/n."

#sebastian sallow #sebastian sallow x reader #ominis gaunt #hogwarts legacy #slytherin #harry potter #i never posted on here before

[bellysoupset]

Bella was really tired and ready to call it a day by the time she made it home. She desperately needed to shower after nearly getting puked on twice by Vince, but all she had the energy for was to collapse on the couch and close her eyes.

Vaguely she registered the noise of the TV in her and Luke's bedroom... Then soft footsteps... "Hey," Lucas shaking her awake, gently. Light green eyes right in front of her.

"Uhmmm..." Bella groaned, closing her eyes again, "let me sleep."

"Yeah, but in bed, how about?" Luke whispered, grabbing her arms, "c'mon, baby..."

He wrapped her arms around his neck and Bella's head floated as she felt him lift her up. She let out a little groan at the movement, curling up further around him.

A couple more steps and then they were in bed, "help me here, Bell, you need to change out of these clothes."

Bella let out a whine, but forced her eyes to open. Lucas looked wide awake, which was surprising given it was nearly 10 PM and he now fell asleep at 8 most days.

He opened a smile, "back to the land of the living?"

"Just barely," Bell groaned, rubbing her eyes and letting Lucas help her strip down her clothes.

"Where were you? I thought you were only gonna have lunch with Wendy..."

"Still at Wendy's," Bella yawned, curling up under the blankets as soon as Luke helped her inside one of his old t-shirts, that she always used as pjs, "Vince was there."

Luke's soft smile all but fell as he cringed, "Bell you didn't do anything stupid, did you?"

She glared at him, yanking at the front of her husband's shirt for him to join her in bed, "it's not stupid, he hurt you. He hurt Wendy-"

"Wendy literally took him back," Lucas said, turning off the lights and rolling on his side, illuminated just by the television, "and he didn't do anything, baby, I'm just... I'm just sad, it's not Vin's fault."

"Part of it is," Bella scoffed, moving so much closer their noses were almost brushing, "whatever, I didn't do anything."

"Not sure I believe you," Lucas chuckled, wrapping his arms around her, "so you were there until now doing what exactly? Having tea?"

"Uhm... Vinsssick..." Bella slurred, sleep pulling her under as Luke held her to his chest, her favorite spot in the world. She heard him say something else, but whatever it was, her brain completely tuned it off as she fell asleep.

She woke up around 6 AM, still in Luke's arms, but now shivering violently. Bella groaned, blindly reaching for the blankets, only to find that she was already wrapped up in them.

She let out a whine, pressing against Lucas even more and causing him to groan, "Bell, you're suffocating me-"

"I'm freezing," she answered, pressing her nose to his neck. He was so warm.

"Uhm-" Luke mumbled, sleepily planting a hand on her back, but not doing anything besides that. She could feel his deep breaths...

Suddenly she was burning up, like all the cold was out of the window. Sweat made her hair glue to her nape and Luke's hold was suffocating. She pushed back, kicking the blankets, causing her husband to let out a groan.

"Isabella, really?" he whined, turning his back to her, and Bella sat up on the bed. The room seemed to tilt as she did that, her head suddenly really heavy as it hit the headboard.

Bella gulped down the sudden queasiness, rubbing at her face and slowly pushing out of the bed and making her way to the bathroom, slumbering like a drunk.

Her face was a weird shade of olive-white. Bella wasn't snow white like Luke or Leo. Her tone was naturally darker, a light brown shade with golden undertones, that got even tanner during the summer. The gold in her skin tone had turned to green now.

She washed her face, brushing her teeth and slumping over the sink when the toothbrush caused her to gag fruitlessly. Her stomach squeezed, but nothing came up aside from the foam of the toothpaste and some tears stinging her eyes.

"Morning," Luke said gruffly, a minute later as he slipped into the bathroom still half asleep and patted her ass on his way in, not paying any attention.

Bella dried her face, clutching the hand towel, "morning..."

He lifted up his head from the sink bowl, the cold water running down his neck and soaking his shirt, a lot more alert, "everything okay?"

"Yeah," Bella nodded, which was a bad idea because her head swam at the movement. Lucas straightened up, much more awake now.

"You're a little pale, babe," he noted, reaching for his toothbrush but still watching her intently.

"I know, I'm not feeling too hot... I think I caught Vince's bug."

"Oh yeah, you mentioned that last night," Luke made his best to sound nonchalant, but failed miserably. Bella smiled at that, he was so transparent in his concern, "is Vince okay?"

"Well, he's sick as a dog," Bell pointed out, "but Wendy's with him, so he'll be fine."

She really wanted to sit down. Her legs were starting to feel like jelly.

"What sort of bug?" Luke sounded suddenly much louder and Bella startled as she realized she had let her eyes drift off and that he had stepped closer. He wasn't holding his toothbrush anymore, it was nowhere in sight, "Bell?"

"Stomach flu," Bella mumbled, her face feeling all tingly, body suddenly cold again, "Luke..."

"You definitely caught it," he sighed, a big hand coming to feel her forehead and stayed there once Bella leaned against the comforting touch, "you've got a fever there, Bells."

"Vince is such an asshole," Bella grumbled and he chuckled, wrapping an arm around her shoulders and guiding her back to bed.

"How's your stomach?" Lucas raised the blankets so she could slip under them once more and Bella gladly fell against the pillows, sighing in relief.

"It's okay..." Bella forced her eyes to stay open, "how are you...?"

Luke frowned at the question, flicking a curl away from her eyes, "I'm fine, baby..." he tucked in the blankets around her, "if you're feeling alright, I'm gonna get you some meds for this fever, ok?"

She nodded, not bothering to answer and closing her eyes again.

Not even a second later Lucas was shaking her awake. Bella groaned, curling up. She was freezing and she only wanted to sleep, "leave me alone."

"Sorry, baby, but I can't," Luke, cupping her nape and holding her slightly up, almost sitting, "big swallow."

"Uhm-" she scrunched up her nose as a sweet liquid met her lips, trying to turn her face as the smell made her stomach churn and Lucas let out a huff.

"C'mon, one gulp-"

Bella swallowed down the shot of medicine, before coughing and forcing her eyes open. Their room was much brighter, the sunlight slipping through the curtains. She was clammy with sweat and Luke was wearing a completely different outfit.

"Did you give me children's medicine?" Bella groaned, gagging at the overtly sweet taste and Luke blushed, shrugging.

"I was scared you'd choke on the pills," he said, his ears turning pink, "how are you feeling?"

"Like I was run over by a truck, twice," Bella curled up again, "sleepy. My head hurts. I'm freezing."

"It's a low fever, baby," Luke said, brushing her hair and Bella let out a scoff.

"I'm dying of plague," she grumbled, hiding a smile against his wrist as he petted her hair, "be sympathetic with my plight and come cuddle me."

He let out a surprised chuckle, "you? Dying of plague? Bella, please," Luke rolled his eyes, leaning in and pressing a kiss to her brow, "you severely downplayed Vince's illness, by the way."

"Did I?" Bella scoffed, scooting on the bed so she could press her cheek to Luke's thigh, "he's a big guy, he'll live."

"I called Wendy and she said it hit him pretty hard, he's been pretty unresponsive..." Bella could hear the crystalline concern in Lucas' voice, "Jonah's over there to help though..."

"So you were ready to leave your sick, dying wife, to go coddle Vince?" Bella dug a finger on Luke's ribs, causing him to squirm and try and bat her hand away, "you're terrible. I want a divorce."

"I wasn't gonna leave you," Luke chuckled, stroking her cheek, "I was just worried, I would swing by if they needed meds and-"

"Oh shut up," Bella groaned, turning her face away, "go away," she rolled on the bed, kicking Luke weakly, "I don't wanna talk with you anymore."

The bed shook as Lucas jumped on it, grabbing her wrists and forcefully rolling Bella back to him, grinning the whole way, "green isn't your color, Bell."

"I'm a ginger, of course it is," she glared at him, but then grimaced, as the room continued to spin since Luke had pulled her so suddenly. She pressed her eyes closed, breathing through the nausea that churned in her stomach.

"Bella?"

"Give me a minute," Bella moaned, grabbing on his shoulder to push herself up on the bed, in a sitting position. Luke's playful smile had all but vanished, worry coloring his face.

"Are you gonna throw up?"

Bella shook her head no, but she didn't dare open her mouth. It was as if she was in a funhouse, everything distorted and weird. She gulped down nervously, "Luke-"

"Okay, okay, I got you," he cupped her face, pushing her curls back and forcing Bella to look up at the ceiling, "deep breaths, babe. You just moved too fast."

Her stomach rolled and Bella pressed her lips tightly together, before a gag shook her frame and she darted a hand up, shielding her mouth- "Bucket-"

Luke let go of her in a second, skipping away. Bella gulped down as another gag sent the super sweet medicine up and she was forced to swallow it back down. She whimpered, curling up-

"Here, I-"

Bella lurched for it, all but burying her head in the plastic bowl and easily coughing up the medicine, with a horrible gurgling noise.

"Shhh, I got you-" Luke whispered, pulling the hair away from her mouth and bunching it up in one hand, the other one steadying the bowl, "calm down-"

Bella panted over the bowl, groaning loudly as her stomach continued to churn, "now I'm dying."

"Nah, nowhere close," he answered her playfully, "done? Do you think you can handle some water?"

"Do- done," Bell punctuated the word with another empty heave, but all that came up was some purple colored saliva, "water sounds great."

"I'll be right back, lie down," Lucas instructed, helping her against the pillows and Bella groaned as a fierce cramp hit her. She pulled her knees to her chest, squeezing her eyes shut and shivering in disgust as she could still taste the sweet liquid in the back of her throat.

She felt utterly miserable and, sadly, completely awake. Despite feeling drained and woozy, she couldn't fall back asleep. Bella was still curled up, trembling, when Luke came back into the room, holding now the packet of pills and a bottle of water.

"Bottoms up and if it stays down we can try the pills in an hour," he said, sitting on the edge of the bed and handling her the plastic bottle, "small sips."

"I'm not a child," Bella grumbled, taking one tentative sip and making sure it settled, before taking a bigger one, "did you take your meds?"

"Quit worrying about me, you've literally just thrown up," Luke rolled his eyes, "that's probably how you got sick in the first place."

"How are you making this your fault, Atwood? You cannot have given me the flu," Bella raised a skeptical eyebrow.

"No," he pushed her back against the pillows, "but you've been worrying about me since November, it's no wonder you'd crash. That's one hell of a honeymoon."

Bella let out a frustrated huff, rolling on her side, "nu-uh, as soon as you're better we're going to the beach. I want to get so fucked up on mojitos I'll forget my own name."

He let out an amused scoff, "you already don't remember your name most days, Isabella Martinez-Atwood."

Bell opened a pleased smile at that, "I love it when you say it..." her smile morphed into a grimace, "I'm gonna puke again."

"You're so romantic," Luke teased her, reaching for the now clean bucket.

#mywriting #sickfic #emetophilia #emeto #isabella martinez #isabella martinez-atwood #using her new name so i can easily tell which fics are post wedding #stomach flu #some sickee bella for all the people asking for my girls to suffer

[themotherofhorses]

- last of her house no more: I

Series Summary: She was born to Daenerys Stormborn and Khal Drogo on the Dothraki Sea, the youngest of their dragon brood. Known as the Seven Kingdom’s Delight, she trains with swords and arakhs, studies philosophy and history, and takes immense pride in the woman she is becoming. But her life is forever changed when she comes face-to-face with her long-deceased Green ancestors, including the man the maesters refer to as the one-eyed kinslayer. Now, this princess faces a future not even her mother could foresee in her dreams

pairing: aemond targaryen x targaryen!reader

warnings: none.

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Chapter One:

Targaryens

It was nearing the early afternoon sun when the young princess parted Winterfell for King's Landing.

Waving goodbye to the Starks, she held tightly to Drogon's scales as he took to the sky, massive wings stirring up the surrounding snow and dirt of the land. Throwing one final look over her shoulder, she spied a look of awe on Arya's face and smiled. She greatly enjoyed the second youngest Stark's company and would be counting down the days until their next gathering.

It would be some time before she arrived home. Dragons were faster than horses and ships, but still, a great deal of the day would be stolen during the journey. Drogon was a fast flyer and smooth like the summer winds. He also despised the cold and would be sure to put enough distance between them and the North as quickly as possible. From that hour onward, she allowed herself to get comfortable, stretching her arms and legs and laying her head down close to him. It was her favorite thing to do while on dragon-back. This way, she could hear her eldest brother's heavy breaths as he glided across snow-capped mountains, farms, and riverlands, and then the bluest waters.

Small fish, of hundreds of colors, leaped out, maybe to greet them, and a few fishermen paused to watch them sail overhead.

These were the reasons why she enjoyed flying, this young Targaryen princess.

It was exhilarating and peaceful, unlike no other thing in the world. The old maesters in the Citadel would never be able to truly record it in their scrolls. Her mother was the first dragon rider in over a century, and she became the second on her sixth name day, when Drogon grew large enough to be ridden and allowed her to climb on his back. As a gift, he took her to see the nearby lands, where great elk and bears and direwolves, as well as other creatures, wandered in the woodlands. When they returned, Ser Jorah said she reminded him of Rhaenys Targaryen, the sister-wife of Aegon the Conqueror, and how she rode her she-dragon Meraxes. But her ancestors used saddles and ropes and horns for holding onto, and the princess had no such thing.

Her mother would not allow it. Zaldrizes buzdari iksos daor, Daenerys Stormborn would remind her every time they mounted the dragons. A dragon is not a slave.

"Drogon, do you feel different?"

She had suddenly felt a tug in her chest, not but a second before. It was strong, with some pain. It lengthened over her ribs and up to her heart, almost choking out a breath within her throat. Drogon chirped but made no other noise. The tug felt weird. As if it was trying to tell her something. But as soon as it arrived, it left her body, and she was left feeling fine but confused. "Something felt wrong, but only for a second. Maybe it is the cold? We are not used to it, after all," she decided.

But it was no longer cold around them. The snow clouds fell apart for blue skies long ago, and the sun god followed the two closely. She rested her head against his blackened frame and closed her eyes. She thought about the previous conversation she had with Sansa and Arya Stark.

Would you ever take a husband? They asked her over hot tea and baked delights. There are plenty fine Northern men; perhaps a marriage between one and our Targaryen princess would strengthen our alliance. Sansa leant closer, and said, After all, the North remembers, with a wink.

The sun god was closer to the land, and farther from his woman wife the moon goddess, when King's Landing appeared below them. The smallfolk were bustling in the streets as the two broke from the clouds and flew overhead. Some stopped to watch, craning their heads to catch the slightest glimpse of their Delight, while others cried out, tossing their hands up towards her. A few laughing children raced after the dragon's shadow, trying to touch it.

Adjacent to the Red Keep was the private courtyard, large enough to fit three dragons. It had been around since the years of King Viserys I's reign, almost two centuries before the princess's birth, and was used for their own dragons. Several nearby kingsguards stepped back as Drogon landed on the cliff overlooking the yard. Ever the largest of the dragon brood, Drogon favored making an entrance wherever he went. He screamed a piercing screech that rattled the close walls and chariots and left some of the knights clutching their ears before descending downwards. The princess held on tightly, jerking forward to meet his movements. Off in the distance, two similar roars rang. Rhaegal and Viserion. And to the side, Ser Jorah and Ser Barristan stood watching them, and to her front, her queen mother entered the courtyard with Missandei and Tyrion rearing behind. She failed to take notice of the strangers hanging back towards the Red Keep's doors.  

Drogon touched his shoulder towards the ground, and she slid off with great ease.

"Welcome back, princess. I trust your journey was both safe and pleasant?" Ser Barristan asked.

She smiled as she ran a gentle hand up Drogon's neck to his face, receiving a purr in return. "Peaceful as usual," she said, slipping her gloves off with her teeth. "One day, you ought to join me in the sky. I believe Rhaegal or Viserion wouldn't mind treating you to such magnificence." He laughed, shaking his head, "Thank you, princess, but I am quite content in staying on the ground."

"And you, Ser Jorah?"

Ser Jorah smiled as well, "I leave the sky to you Targaryens."

Both men were uncles to her, having watched her mature from a small babe following her mother's conquest for the Iron Throne to the proclaimed heir of the lands. And she loved them dearly for that, though they never took her invitation to ride. "But I believe your mother is nearing, princess. It seems as though she has come baring us some news."

She turned as Daenerys came upon her, dressed in a long black gown. Their house sigil was embroidered with scarlet stitching on her chest, and her long silver locks were held together with multiple, elaborate braids and a three-headed dragon pin. "Hello, mother!" she called out, moving to greet her with a hug. She smelled of rich spices and the pretty perfumes the merchants sometimes sold by the docks. Despite being gone for no more than two mornings, she missed her. "House Stark sends their regards and best wishes."

"And how is Lady Sansa?" Tyrion asked, coming to stand next to them with Missandei.

"She is well! In fact, she was the one that received me when I arrived, next to Arya. Showed me how her people are faring; I am afraid they are prepping for yet another harsh winter, but that is nothing new for the North. Perhaps we can visit them before the season ends?" She looked at her mom, who smiled and nodded. "That would be wonderful."

"Maybe we should send her next time to broker with the Baratheons and Lannisters?"

She glanced at Missandei, who had said that. "I have just returned home, my dear aunt. Please allow me some time to rest and prepare myself to be fed to the lions."

They shared a laugh, and Tyrion shook his head with the shadow of a grin. "Has anything changed while I was gone? Ser Jorah said you come bearing news?" Her mother seemed hesitant, a worrisome glint in her lilac eyes. And it was then that she noticed the Red Priestess standing only a few feet away. Such was an unusual sight; it made her remember the feeling she felt while returning home. Something has happened, she thought. I fear something is indeed different. "Red Priestess Kinvara," she bowed her head.

"Hello, princess," Kinvara smiled. "It is a lovely sight to see you again. I take it you have been well?"

"Yes, Priestess. The Gods continue to bless me with good health and fortune, and for that, I am thankful."

Beside her, Daenerys shifted and took her daughter's hand in hers. "I am happy you have returned today, daughter, and in good spirits and health as well. Kinvara, in her graciousness, has brought several…guests for us to entertain, my dearest love."

"Guests? Oh, if I had known, I would have been home sooner. My apologies.”

Kinvara angled her body towards the Red Keep's door. “Do not fret, princess. You had no way of knowing. I believe no one did. Consider these guests a gift from the Lord of Light.”

The princess followed her gaze to a family settled at the steps, clustered around each other as if cattle. From the light of the setting sun, she saw that three of them were silver-haired, like her and her mother. The other two wore green and were stiffed in their posture, and had features that marked them not of her noble house.

“I do not understand,” she said, confused, looking at her mother. It made her remember the times Tyrion would join her at the table whilst she studied history. The two quickly discovered they were quite fond of the war between Aegon II Targaryen and his half-sister, Rhaenyra. Many days they sat over scrolls and notes regarding Aegon the Usurper, his sister and queen consort Helaena and their mother, Alicent Hightower. And of their damned brother Aemond One-Eye, the Kinslayer. Long deceased before this time.

She did not understand.

Standing before her were her ancestors, the ones belonging to the days of the Dance of the Dragons.

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[draculasfavoritewife]

Meleth Nín (My Love)

Summary: The very future of Middle Earth may hang in the balance, but a quiet night allows thoughts to stray toward questions of a more personal nature.

Pairing: Legolas Thranduilion x elf!Reader/OC

Warnings: Pining, female language used for reader.

I wrote this a couple summers ago during my brief but intense LOTR phase. "Enelya" is the Elvish name I got from a name generator as a kid so I used it here 😁. Apologies for the length, I got massively carried away. This IS supposed to be x reader, I just wrote it before I was comfortable writing in 2nd person.

(Translations of Elvish phrases at the end)

It is my turn for first watch tonight, an assignment that I do not mind even during normal times, and that I am almost bittersweetly grateful for on this night. I have much on my mind that needs settling, and somehow, I do not think that listening to the grating snores of the sons of Gloin and Denethor would give me more peace than the crisp night air. 

The surrounding woods are still, nothing moving about in the underbrush that shouldn’t be, and I allow my guard a chance at rest, turning my attention to the stars instead of the trees. Crouched where I am on a wide branch, I have a perfect window through to the deep ebony expanse of the sky, and a strange blend of homesickness and excitement blazes briefly through my chest. The stars are strange here, arranged differently than they are back in the Greenwood, yet a few familiar individuals still flicker amongst foreign constellations. 

It reminds me of the first time Legolas coaxed me into climbing his favorite tree back home so I could see the stars. I will never forget the wonder I felt as he pulled me through the last layer of obscuring leaves and the sky unfolded before me, rolling on forever. I’d seen the stars many times in Imladris, but they were different there, blessed with a sense of safety and serenity that everything beneath the watchful eyes of Elrond felt. 

With Thranduilion, high in the crown of the wood, balanced on the very threshold of the sky, with nothing anchoring me except his steady hand holding mine, it suddenly seemed I could reach out and touch the Valar themselves. I remember laughing, simply because no other reaction could express what I felt. Thranduilion laughed beside me; it was late, we were the only two still out after a hunt, and I still am not entirely sure why he took me up there. 

Whatever the reason, that instance changed many things for me. It sparked in me something older and fiercer than I knew, some desire for more than what I had there in the Greenwood, much as I loved it. Some yearning which prompted me to accompany my Prince along on this solemn venture, wherever it leads. 

I’ve tried not to admit it, but that night started changing the way I saw him as well. 

Someone approaches, passage no more than a whisper, only slightly less silent than one of my own people, and there is only one it could be. No guard is needed around one I’ve known since we were both children. 

“Estel.” 

“Mae govannen, Enelya.” He leans against my branch, supported on crossed arms. The others call him Strider, or Aragorn, but to me he will always be my Estel, the companion I spent a couple of decades with after my childhood, before my mother’s people sent for me to return to the Greenwood. Elrond looked after the both of us when our mothers died, and besides my Prince and hunting partner, Estel knows me better than any being in all of Arda. 

Silence hangs between us, draped across the strange stars, until he brushes it aside like a curtain of cobwebs. “What troubles you, Gwathel nín?” 

“Who said I was troubled, Gwador nín?” 

“Your face does, for one,” he replies, voice wry. 

“Manen?” 

“Well, you won’t look at me, Mellon nín. That’s usually a telling sign I’m right and you don’t want to admit it.” He gives no sign of letting up with his persistence. 

I sigh and glance down, taking in the familiar grizzled face and sharp gray eyes. “Mar bedithach, Estel?” 

“I’ll leave when you unburden yourself. I’m sure it’s nothing I haven’t already heard from anyone else on this journey. If you miss the Greenwood, or are having a difficult time restraining yourself from stabbing several members of this fine Fellowship, I assure you, you are not weak, nor are you alone.” White teeth flash in a crooked grin, and I can’t help returning it. 

“Those are both excellent guesses, and I admit to you that such thoughts have passed through my mind on multiple occasions. However,” I cast my gaze back up to the heavens, “I highly doubt that anyone else in this…most distinguished company is suffering from the same unrest of the soul that I am.” 

Oh Valar, don’t let my face be heating up…. 

Estel turns so his back rests against my branch, leaving his hands free to light his pipe. He does so and takes a few long draws without responding to my declaration. 

I wrinkle my nose. “You’re inviting an early death with such bad practices, Gwador nín.” 

“So Legolas has informed me several times over, but without such sisterly concern for my health.” He’s laughing at me on the inside, I can tell. “Speaking of, am I terribly far from the mark in assuming your fair Prince is the source of your ‘unrest of the soul’, Mellon nín?” 

He knows me too well. Even decades apart have done nothing to weaken the bond we shared as children, nor have I mastered any technique of hiding my thoughts that can escape his piercing gaze, it seems. 

“You don’t have to answer,” Estel murmurs. “Your silence speaks more clearly than anything you could say.” 

“I didn’t think I would fall in love with him,” I offer. 

A grunt is his disbelieving answer. “You spend every free minute together, and even the time that is required for patrolling, hunting, and so on and so forth. To be bluntly honest, I’m surprised it took you six decades. I owe my brothers some money, it would seem, if they still recall the wager we made upon your departure from Elrond’s house. Perhaps I won’t remind them.” 

I can’t decide whether to be astonished or angry. “You and the twins made a wager on me?” 

“Not on you,” Estel is quick to clarify. “On how long it would take you to develop an attraction towards Thranduilion.” 

“So you all just assumed I would, hmm?” 

“And rightly.” He sounds so insolent, as if all of a sudden he is once again the younger brother, and not the protective elder he made himself out to be as he reached maturity. “It was only a matter of time, Gwathel nín. You held out longer than I bet, of course, but Thranduilion is easy to like and perhaps even easier to love. My correspondence with you has been irregular, I will be the first to admit, but from the time I learned of your partnership on both the battlefield and hunting grounds, I thought you would find him a kindred spirit, and someone to admire.” 

I shake my head as if to protest, but what is there to protest? Estel sees truth. Far from being pampered royalty, Legolas it was who took it upon himself to teach me the ways of his father’s kingdom. He reawakened the Silvan part of my heritage that had long since been denied its native wildness in Imladris, and instilled in me that ferocious love for the Greenwood that keeps the Silvan people rooted there even now, as we have to scrape our very livelihoods out of the Dark Lord’s overhanging shadow. We get along as well as if we have walked side by side for an Age, not the paltry decades I have been in the employ of King Thranduil’s guard. The Prince chooses me for the majority of his hunts and orc raids, and we have reached an understanding so fine that words need not be exchanged for us to always know where the other is in the thick of combat. 

He is nearly as much a part of my identity as the Silvan and Noldor blood that runs mingled through my veins. 

Is it any wonder, then, that I want more? 

“Enelya.” Estel’s voice is soft as he blows smoke into the breeze. “You can talk to me, you know. I’ll die before I betray your trust.” 

“I know.” I sink to a sitting position and let one leg dangle into space, resting an arm across my other knee. “I’m not entirely sure what else to say, aside from what I’ve already said. I love him, Estel.” 

He nods thoughtfully and taps the end of his pipe against his teeth. “Your eyes betray you when we travel. Ever they seek him out, even as you watch the landscape for danger.” 

Estel almost seems about to say something else, but even minutes of waiting do not draw it out of him, so I go back to the protest I would have made. 

“He does not distract me. I am as deadly as ever.” 

“I did not accuse you of distraction. I only observed that you watch him.” His eyes flit upwards, to my face, before darting away into the darkness again. “As he does you.” 

I stare down into my sworn brother’s shadowed countenance, unsure of whether my ears are playing tricks on me. Estel wouldn’t lie about such things. Surely I heard wrong. 

“He does what?” 

A burst of smoke from between his lips could mean either amusement or irritation. With Estel, the two often travel hand in hand. “Thranduilion. His eyes follow where you go when we are on the move. Always his attention is on you, even as he stands watch over us. You mean a great deal to him, Mellon nín.” 

Trying to tamp down the surge of emotion rising inside me, I shrug, letting the wind run its cool, long fingers through my hair. “I should hope I do. We’ve been through much together, and saved each other’s lives many times.” 

Now I know he’s annoyed with me. “I meant more than that. I don’t have much with which to wager at the moment, but if I did, I might wager he feels similarly about you as you do him.” 

I stare down at Estel, but he’s looking away again. “Well. Even if that were the case….” I trail off, pulling my knees back up to my chest. “There are too many problems standing in our way.” 

“Such as…?” 

“By the Valar, you’ve become so nosy in your old age, Little Brother.” Despite my ribbing, I can tell by the set of his jaw that this ridiculous matter has become of utmost importance to him for some reason, and I know Estel too well to believe he would give up before we have talked this through. I sigh, resigning myself to discussing my nonexistent romance with him. 

“For one, he’s thousands of years older than I, Estel. I’m barely over a century old.” 

“Oh no,” he mutters dryly. “How scandalous, an age difference.” 

Realizing that he and Arwen are also thousands of years apart, I drop my forehead to my knees. “Well, maybe that wasn’t the best reason.” 

“No, it wasn’t.” Another long draw of his pipe sends a misty cloud drifting about his face. 

“His father would never approve of his son taking up with a Silvan and not a Sindar.” This is painfully true. Legolas told me of his father’s harsh objections to his interest in Tauriel quite some time ago. 

“Are you in love with Thranduil?” Estel asks in a monotone. 

I glare at him. “No! Mîbo orch, Estel.” 

He ignores my insult. “Then worry less about what Thranduil thinks and more about what Legolas thinks. He’s as loyal as one could ever be to those he chooses, and more than stubborn enough to stand up to his father.” 

There is wisdom in his words. However, the biggest reason that has kept me silent on this subject for so long still remains. 

“You know Elves only love once,” he murmurs, tone fading to gentle. “And they seldom err in their choice of soulmate.” 

“I know.” The words slip from my tongue, condensing in the cool air. “And he once thought he loved another.” 

Estel says nothing to this revelation, merely sending smoke rings floating up into the night sky. I can’t tell if he’s pondering what I’ve said, or if he truly has no rebuttal for it. 

“You never saw the way he looked at her, Estel. He talked about her many times when it was just he and I on a hunt. No one else was ever allowed to see how deeply he was hurt when she fell for the Dwarf. I can’t be sure, but I expect he’s never been the same since.” It feels freeing, to finally relate all of this to my sworn brother. I keep many secrets, probably the reason Legolas felt he could confide his heartbreak in me. Yet long has that particular burden hung heavy on my own heart, and I am relieved to bare it to the man beside me. 

His hand rests comfortingly on my back, once again the protector he thought I needed when we were young. “None of us are ever the same as we once were, Mellon nín. Much as you resemble the elleth I once knew, even you have been changed by your time in the Greenwood. Your people may not change as swiftly nor as dramatically as mine, and yet not even the eternal can live so long in Arda without being shaped. Six decades certainly influence a lot of things.” 

I nod, turning his argument over in my mind. “You say he watches for me?” 

The small smile that crosses Estel’s weather-worn face is this time not sarcastic nor teasing. “Indeed he does. Whenever the two of you are parted for a time, even if it is just that I sent you off to scout ahead, he is as tightly drawn as his own bowstring until you return. Who knows, perhaps even he hasn’t entirely recognized it yet. But something will come of it, Enelya. Of this I am sure.” 

“And if Elladan and Elrohir were along with us, am I to assume you would all place a wager on how soon?” 

He nudges me with his elbow. “There’s that sense of humor I’ve been missing. Now, I suppose I had better leave you, because as unobtrusive as he thinks he is being, someone else is waiting for you. I’ll take next watch. Losto mae, Gwathel nín.” 

“Nostad lín sui orch, Estel,” I snicker, referring both to the stench of his pipe and what I’ve been telling him since childhood. “And le hannon.” 

He waves as he returns to the light of the fire. “Carnen an gwend, Enelya.” 

I stare back at the stars above me, knowing that if who Estel implied is really waiting for me, he will approach at his own time and no amount of cajoling will bend him my way sooner. 

So I wait as well. 

No more than a sigh of the tree itself heralds his arrival beside me on the branch. 

“Do you wish to be alone with your thoughts, Mellon nín?” 

Gazing over my shoulder, I am met by Thranduilion’s piercing blue eyes as he leans against the trunk of my perch. 

“If so, I will gladly leave you to them.” There is the slightest wistful note beneath his tone; for all his politeness, he wishes to speak to me. 

Did he overhear my conversation with Estel? 

Heart starting to flutter like a sparrow’s wings, I shake my head. “Avo ‘osto, Hîr nín. Baren bar lin, as they say.” 

“What have I done to deserve such formal address, Mellon?” he asks lightly. Though he laughs, warm and cheerful, an undercurrent of hurt runs deep through the words. 

Does it hurt him, truly, to call him so? “Goheno nin, Thranduilion,” I murmur, unable to look away from that intense gaze. “My mind was not in the present moment, I fear.” 

“Ú-moe edaved, Enelya.” His reply is warm, and I cannot miss the affection that wreathes around my name as it falls from his lips. “I am only glad to learn I have not offended you.” 

“Rest assured, I would have let you know in no uncertain terms if you had,” I inform him saucily. 

His laughter at my cheek is bright now, all trace of concern gone. “This is true.” Nodding towards my view of the dark sky, he leans closer, bending so he can see what I am seeing. “Looking for old friends among the new?” 

“Indeed.” I stretch out my spine, careful not to knock him away from my shoulder. “I miss some of our constellations that you pointed out to me in the Greenwood.” 

Legolas stands upright again. “Aphado nin.” He reaches upward for a branch and swings to a higher level. 

I rise to my feet and stare up at him between the leaves. “Am man theled?” 

“To see the whole sky, of course. You’ll never gaze upon the greater picture if you do not climb higher, Mellon nín.” He holds out a hand. 

I take it, allowing him to pull me up to his level before continuing the climb. “You said those very words when you made me climb that tree the first time back home.” 

“I didn’t make you.” I can nearly hear the smirk in his voice. “You were given a choice.” 

It is my turn to laugh now. “Not when you say such poetic and inspiring things, Legolas. Although I was terrified of climbing to the crown of that tree, your way of putting it made me feel I should never be complete until I had seen the whole sky. I consider myself bewitched.” 

He shoves my shoulder as he easily passes me up. “No one is whole unless they have seen the entire sky. Estelio nin. It is truth.” 

“I do trust you. That’s why I climbed the tree with you that night, even though I was still frightened of falling. I knew you would catch me.” 

We remain in silence then until we break through the leaves, pushing through as if to the surface from underwater. I cannot count the amount of times I’ve done something similar with Thranduilion, those late nights after a hunt, but it still takes my breath away, to gaze upon the veil of stars and clouds that rolls ever on to the very edges of Arda. The sight makes the songs of my people flow through my veins, never failing to give me the gift of peace. 

I should thank him for introducing me to the sky more often. 

“I hope I never grow tired of this.” It takes me a moment to realize I’ve breathed the words aloud. 

Legolas is gazing out in the opposite direction, handsome face serene. “You will not.” 

I want to impertinently ask him how he would know, but I swallow the teasing words. He has walked these lands for nearly three millennia, and still finds such joy in it that he felt he needed to introduce me to that joy. He would know. 

“Enelya.” 

“Yes, Mellon nín?” I turn to face him. 

He drops down to sit on a branch that is old enough to serve as a seat. “Will you help me?” 

I know what he is asking for. He’s perfectly capable of doing it himself, but it has been a ritual of ours for years, and I enjoy it as much as he does. “Of course.” I make my way to his side and start to unwind his braids. 

“I’ll do the same for you,” he promises, relaxing into my touch. 

I weave my fingers through his silky hair as I release it to the mercies of the breeze, untangling any knots, minuscule as they are, and drawing out fronds of moss and bits of leaf that have found their way into his tresses. I can’t remember when we first started caring for each other’s hair at the end of the day, but it is always one of my favorite times spent with him. The few moments we have no responsibilities and can just talk about nothing, as friends are wont to. 

“What do you think the others would say, if they knew the truth?” I ask teasingly, moving to the tiny braids over his ear. 

His eyes flash to give me a sideways glance. “What do you mean?” 

I smirk. “Do you not hear them speak of you, in wondering whispers? They all ask how Thranduilion manages to stay so neat, how his hair, long and beautiful as it is, remains free of forest debris and untroubled by tangles. They have begun to speculate that it is some gift from Elbereth, that he looks fresh as the day we set off while the rest of them grow ever more unkempt. What would they say, if they knew it is simply because I re-braid your hair every night?” 

Wicked mischief flashes across his countenance for a brief instant. “They would all come running to you for your excellent services, I imagine. Do you want me to tell them, and so dispel the legends? I would prefer to keep your company in such matters to myself, but perhaps I shouldn’t be so selfish. After all,” he leans closer to whisper, “it might be worth it, to see you running your fingers through Aragorn’s oily mane.” 

I can’t stop the choking noise that comes from my throat. “I love that man, but there are some things I will never do for him, Legolas.” 

His quiet laughter floats into the night. “Nor should you have to.” 

Something pricks my fingertip and I yank my hand away from his hair. “Ai! Is this a burr, Thranduilion? Where on Arda did you find that?” 

He shrugs easily. “It could have been anywhere. Yet I assume it came from one of my solitary scouts. Had the halflings followed where I tread, surely they would have all come away full of them.” 

I try not to laugh at the thought of our four smallest companions drowning in burrs. “It is fortunate you only picked up one.” 

Once my Prince’s hair has been seen to, he turns so I can sit before him and begins the same process on mine. Much as I love the feeling of the wind running its fingers through my hair, it cannot compete with the gentle and nimble hands of Legolas. My eyes close as those hands begin their familiar path, and for some time all that I know is the warmth of his body next to mine and the soft melody of the well-loved song he hums next to my ear. 

Is it any wonder, that I have come to care for him as I do? 

“Mellon nín?” he murmurs suddenly. 

“Yes?” 

“What made you decide to accompany me on this quest? You know you could have returned to the Greenwood.” 

“That I do.” I sigh and let my eyes flutter open again. How much do I say? “But if this quest fails, it will not matter if I had returned to the Greenwood, for even Thranduil Elvenking cannot keep the shadows at bay forever if the Dark Lord triumphs.” 

He is silent for some time, and I let him remain so. I learned long ago that Legolas will not share what is on his mind except at a time of his own choosing. 

“I suppose you are right,” he finally concedes. His fingertips brush my ear, and I shiver at the contact. “It was no doubt my own desire to know you would be safer at home that clouded such truth from my mind.” His voice grows somber. “You do know, Enelya, that we may never see the Greenwood again.” 

“Of course, Mellon nín. Yet through all my time in my mother’s land I have been at your side, and the Valar themselves could not keep me from staying beside you. Even unto the Halls of Mandos, I would rather accompany you than be apart from you.” My breath catches on the last word. Have I said too much? 

His hands pause in their combing to rest upon my shoulders. “I am blessed, then, to have found such a companion as you.” 

“Le hannon, Legolas.” 

When next he speaks, there is a layer of hesitation resting over his tone that I rarely hear from him. “Do you know, I was quite angry when you first insisted on traveling with me.” 

“Oh, I remember. How could I not?” I sniff. “You didn’t speak to me the entire first day of our journey.” 

“I am not proud of my conduct,” he admits penitently. “However, I do realize, since that time has passed, that some good came of it.” 

I feel his long fingers trace my jawline, soft as a breath, turning my face slightly and prompting me to shift so I can meet his gaze. 

His eyes are deep and thoughtful, turned mithril silver by the moon as it breaks from behind a cloud. 

“Do you know, Enelya, how that one day without your company felt to me? Even the torture of seeing you walk at the perimeter of our Fellowship, yet kept from approaching you — by my own stubbornness — made my heart feel sundered from my chest. I realized that day that I could not have endured it if you had indeed returned home as I suggested. One day without your laugh, without your smile on me, was enough for a lifetime.” Legolas’s tone is raw with honesty, and a great many things seem to be making sense to me now. 

It would seem Estel may have been correct, after all, though I won’t tell him so. 

I remember how difficult that first day of the trek was, knowing all too well that Legolas was displeased with my choice. I have seen him angry, at his father, usually, and I knew all the signs too well. I can recall then how delighted and relieved I was when I awoke the following morning to the smell of my favorite fish baking over the fire; Legolas and I have had our fair share of tiffs over the long years, and that is his tried-and-true method of asking my forgiveness when he is at fault. 

We ate our morning meal sitting shoulder-to-shoulder, no one else the wiser of our wordless play of apologies and affirmations. 

Well, Estel probably was. But he doesn’t count. 

“What do you wish to say to me, Mellon nín?” I murmur, lifting my own fingers to brush against his cheek. 

He leans into my touch. “I have thought about you much during these uncertain days, even when we are not given much opportunity to talk. About how sorely I would have missed your presence, and grieved at not being able to feel you at my back whenever we face a threat. About how much I have missed times like this, when there is no one but you and I beneath the stars, sitting in the lap of the heavens.” 

“And what would you have done, without me to braid your hair? Become as scruffy as dear Estel?” I tease. 

He curls his lip in mock disgust. “Gerich faer vara, suggesting such a thing to me! I should certainly think not. I admire your Estel, Mellon nín, but I don’t believe the man has bathed once since we set out from Imladris. Yet he has had plenty of chances!” 

I laugh, leaning back against his chest and settling into my new position, comfortable from countless times of sitting like this. “Estel and his questionable hygiene aside, what were you saying?” 

His hands trail down my arms to my hands, where he weaves our fingers together. His hands are finer, more elegant than a mortal man’s, yet they are still wider than mine, surrounding my smaller ones with gentle fondness. This, too, is a much-practiced gesture between us, though there is a different flavor to it tonight. It feels more intimate, as if it means more than our mutual trust and respect this time. 

He smiles; I can hear it in his singsong words, close to my ear. “What I am trying to say, Enelya, is le annon veleth nín.” 

He gives his love to me? 

“Gerich veleth nín,” I answer simply. “It already belonged to you.” 

His lips brush my hair. “I used to wonder, when I was a much younger ellon, why I never felt the need to find a life partner when I came of age. Indeed, Ada certainly bothered me about it for several centuries, until other more pressing issues caught his attention.” 

I’ve never heard Legolas refer to Thranduil as Ada, and certainly not with the echo of a sigh beneath the endearment. It makes my heart ache strangely, to wonder what long-forgotten love once flowed freely between adar and iôn before they let their rift widen so far. 

But this moment is not to be sullied by mourning what has been lost. 

“Do you believe one can wait thousands of years to find their soulmate?” he asks. 

“I do. I know most can’t fathom such a wait, but for our people, it does not matter.” 

“Truly. I think I never pursued anyone with much seriousness because my heart knew it was waiting for yours.” Legolas turns me slightly, so our eyes can meet again. “I would make up for my blindness, Meleth nín, if you wish it.” 

I rest my forehead against his. “I wish it so, Meleth nín.” 

Then his lips are pressing into mine, and this kiss that I have awaited many years is a summer thunderstorm, warm and wild, washing away everything that came before and paving the way for love to bloom. 

Whatever our perilous path holds for us, I suddenly have all certainty that we can weather it. 

Together. 

Mae govannen = Well met

Gwathel/Gwador nín = Sworn sister/brother

Manen = How?

Mellon nín = My friend

Mar bedithach = When are you leaving?

Mîbo orch = Go kiss an orc

Losto mae = Sleep well

Nostad lín sui orch = You smell like an orc

Le hannon = Thank you

Carnen an gwend = For friendship

Avo ‘osto = Don't worry

Hîr nín = My Lord

Baren bar lin = My home is yours

Goheno nin = Forgive me

Ú-moe edaved = No need to forgive

Aphado nin = Follow me

Am man theled = Why?

Estelio nin = Trust me

Gerich faer vara = You have a fiery spirit

Le annon veleth nín = I give my love to you

Gerich veleth nín = You have my love

#legolas greenleaf #x reader #female reader #romance #mutual pining #first person perspective #legolas x reader #lotr x reader #lord of the rings #sweet #another one from a couple years ago ✌🏻 #aragorn #good LORD this is fluffy I can't believe there's so little angst lol

[justagalwhowrites]

Lavender No Outbreak AU - Ch. 4

You and Joel balance home and professional life. A continuation of Lavender No Outbreak AU Ch. 1-3 found on Tumblr here.

Pairing: Joel Miller x Female Reader

Warnings: Smut :) Minors DNI 18+ Only, no use of Y/N.

Length: 2.1K

Saturday, May 16, 2009 

“OK, Mom’s next,” Joel said, Evie on his hip. She’d been squirming most of the graduation ceremony, desperately trying to drag her dad or her sister to the stairs so she could run up and down them. But Joel knew she had to be here, you had to know she was here. That you’d been able to do exactly what you wanted to do, that you’d done it with him and your daughters. 

Sarah screamed and whooped when they called your name and you walked the stage. You found them in the crowd immediately, waving on your way to get your diploma. 

“I might have underestimated you, Joel,” your grandmother said as she sat back down once you were across the stage. “I thought you’d ruined her life. But what you two have built here…” 

“I thought I’d ruined her life, too,” he said, still watching you as you made your way back to your seat. “But she didn’t let that happen.” 

“No,” she smiled a little. “I suppose she didn’t.” 

You’d matched to a surgical residency program in Austin in March and you’d been giddy, jumping on the couch with glee. One less thing to have to work through. Joel had smiled as he watched you twirl in the living room that night, Evie on your hip and an album in French on the record player. 

It had been a hard four years. You were immensely busy. Sarah was practically an adult for most of it and was a fully fledged one now, moving out the fall before to go to A&M - you and his oldest daughter trading jabs about being a house divided during football season - and living on just his income. But you’d found a way to stretch every dollar while doing well enough in school to graduate with honors, all but ensuring that you’d end up matched to whatever residency program you wanted. 

Every second of it was worth it when he watched you smiling at your daughter, when he held you at night, when you closed your eyes in the lounge chair by the pool and listened to Joel play guitar on quiet summer evenings. He wouldn’t trade an ounce of it for anything. 

“Dr. Miller,” he smiled when he closed the bedroom door behind you that night. You smiled back. 

“Yes, Mr. Miller?” You teased. “Have a growth that needs examining?” 

“Something like that,” he laughed, tugging you against him and kissing you. “Always had a thing for doctors.” 

“Really?” 

“Mmm.” 

“Good thing you’re married to one then.” 

“Lucky me.” 

He kissed you and pulled your clothes off quickly, almost as quickly as you undressed him. He tugged you back toward the bed but you turned and sat him down on it instead, straddling him, taking him inside of you slowly, your body tight around him. He held your hips in his hands, guiding you down onto him, pulling you closer until he was fully within you. He kissed down your jaw, your throat, looking down to where the two of you were joined, where he disappeared into you. He wanted nothing more than to live inside you, have you be a part of him and he a part of you, be this close to you all the time. 

You started moving over him, slowly at first, your channel gripping him like a velvet vise as you rose and fell. He slipped one hand around to the front of you, pressing into your clit, making you moan and your motions stutter. 

“Distracted, Doctor?” He breathed. 

“Feels too good,” you moaned, your head falling to his shoulder, trying to keep the steady motion of your hips. He kissed your neck and pressed harder into your clit as you tightened around him, working your hips down harder against him until you came around him, whimpering as you did. 

He took advantage of your orgasm, moving you so you were on your back and he could drive into you, holding your body against his own as he did, your back arching into him as your pussy fluttered around him. 

“Fuck, Joel,” you panted as he adjusted your hips so he was working your clit with every stroke, his head pressing into the spot inside you that he knew made you melt. “I…” 

He drove into that spot harder, making you stutter. 

“Yes Baby,” he knotted his fingers in your hair, making your eyes meet his. 

“I love you,” you gasped. “Need to feel you cum, please…” 

He groaned, your body already tightening around him again. He moved harder, faster, clutching you closer, biting your neck until he felt you start to shatter over him again and he finally let himself go, emptying himself into you. 

“Love you, Baby,” he panted. “Love you so goddamn much.” 

***

Saturday, May 16, 2015

“Still feel like she’s young for this,” Joel muttered as you straightened his tie. 

“She’s 25,” you said. “Same age I was when we got married.” 

“Different with her,” he ground his teeth. “Doesn’t feel like she’s lived enough life yet.”

You stepped back and examined your handiwork before grabbing the pocket square from the side table in the hotel room. You tucked it in his suit coat pocket and adjusted it. 

“You like Brandon,” you reminded him, going to pull the curlers out of your hair. 

“I do like Brandon,” he replied. “Besides the fact that he’s fucking my daughter, he seems great.” 

You leaned out of the bathroom to glare at him before going back to fixing your hair. 

“What?” He said. “I’m allowed to be mad about that.” 

“Such a puritanical view that you really don’t hold about anyone else’s daughters,” you said, leaning out of the bathroom again. “Namely me.” 

“You’re different.” 

“Joel,” you sighed, pinning some curls back from your face so they wouldn’t get in your way all night. “She’s a grown woman. She has a career and a life, you can’t expect her to be a nun. She’s found someone she loves, someone who makes her happy. Isn’t that what you want for her?” 

“‘Course it is,” he said. 

“And have you ever known Sarah to not do what she wants and what she thinks is best?” You asked, coming out of the bathroom and resting your hand against his chest. 

“No,” he sighed. You kissed him. 

“Should listen to your wife more,” you said, patting his chest before going to find your shoes. “I hear she’s smart.” 

“Smartest damn woman I’ve ever met,” he replied, watching you. “Hottest mother of the bride on the fuckin’ planet, too.” 

“Yeah, that’s because I’m 36,” you teased, pulling on your heels. “You cradle robber.” 

You’d finished your residency program the year before and were just ending your first year as an attending physician. You’d had to beg, borrow and steal to get the whole wedding weekend off but, luckily, you’d made everyone you worked with love you immediately and no one wanted to deny you a favor. 

You missed spending as much time with Joel and your kids. Evie was 11 now and she reminded you so much of Sarah at that age. It was hard, thinking about how you’d spent more time with her older sister than with her during her summer vacations as a girl. 

But Joel always found a way to make things better. On particularly bad days, you could text him and he’d bring Evie to the hospital for dinner, the three of you sitting in the cafeteria, eating shitty hospital food and laughing about something one of Evie’s friends said at school that day. You’d kiss them both goodbye before going back to work, always whispering a quick “Thank you” to your husband who would whisper back “Anything for you.” 

You cried a little, watching Joel walk Sarah down the aisle, kissing her cheek as he handed her to her husband. Evie took the bouquet from her sister, smiling proudly in her bridesmaid’s dress. Joel came to his place beside you, tears in his eyes and you put your hand in the middle of his back, resting your head against his shoulder. He put his arm around you, holding you close for a moment, watching as your oldest daughter got ready to say her vows. 

Thursday, July 4, 2019

“Whose BBQ are we going to again?” Joel asked. 

“That new social worker who works a lot of the peds cases?” You replied. “Her name is Jess, her and her husband Andrew are throwing it but they haven’t lived here all that long, they moved from Boston I think. Anyway, I said we’d go. She’s really sweet and they’ve got an adorable little girl…” 

“Just a reminder that I’m supposed to go to the fireworks with Jeremy tonight,” Evie looked up from her phone for just a second before going back to it. “He’s picking me up at eight.” 

Joel ground his teeth and you patted his leg. 

“We’ll get you there in time,” you replied. 

“OK cool,” she said. “And Dad. You can’t embarrass me. He’s actually cool.” 

“Oh well since he’s cool,” Joel muttered. You snorted and Joel smiled a little at you. You caught a glimpse of Evie rolling her eyes in the rear view mirror. 

“Your sister’s coming home this weekend,” he reminded her. “So make sure that Jeremy knows he has to respect family time…” 

“Dad, I’m NOT going to tell him about family time,” she said. “But… I’ll be there. I miss Sarah.” 

Sarah had been especially busy lately. Her and Brandon had a one-year-old little boy, Carson, and Sarah had gone back to work only a few months after he was born. Between a career, a marriage and a child, she didn’t make it home nearly as often as she used to. 

But the three of them were coming to spend the weekend. Joel had already gone to the store to pick out meat to grill and you’d stocked up on Sarah’s favorite wines, looking forward to a chance to get tipsy around the pool with your oldest daughter when you weren’t on call. 

“We miss her too,” Joel said, turning into the subdivision as the GPS instructed. 

You headed around to the back of a house with a sweeping yard, carrying your strawberry cupcakes with red, white and blue frosting. 

“You made it!” Jess jogged over to you, pulling you in for a quick hug when she took the cupcakes. “I’m so relieved, so far everyone who’s shown up are Andrew’s work buddies…” 

“Well it is July 4th,” you shrugged. “Everyone’s blowing off their fingers so everyone at work is busy getting their yearly dose of weird trauma cases.” 

She laughed and flagged down her husband, who came over carrying a toddler on his hip. 

“Andrew, this is Dr. Miller, she’s the head of pediatric surgery at the hospital,” she smiled. “And this is Andrew and Elizabeth!” 

“Nice to meet you, Doc,” Andrew smiled. The little girl in his arms clapped her hands and you introduced Joel and Evie. Elizabeth squirmed and reached for Joel and you laughed. “Sorry, she’s not usually like that…” Andrew said quickly, trying to get a grip on her. 

“I don’t mind,” Joel said, hands out. Andrew shrugged and dropped the girl into his arms. “Hey there cutie, are you just causin’ all kinds of trouble?” 

“Joel is a girl dad through and through,” you smiled proudly. 

“Yeah, two girls will do that to ya,” Joel said, letting Elizabeth grab at his nose. “She’s not much bigger than our grandson, he does the same thing…” 

“Grandson?” Andrew looked at you. “How old are you?” 

You laughed.

“I’m 40,” you replied. “Sarah’s our oldest, from a previous relationship of Joel’s, she’s got a one-year-old now.” 

“OK because I thought I was losing my mind for a second,” Andrew laughed. “C’mon, let me get you a drink.” 

It didn’t take long to figure out that you and Andrew got on like a house on fire. Same sense of humor, same taste in movies. It was like meeting a brother you never knew you had. He worked writing software at a local company and the only thing you didn’t immediately love about him was his taste in music. 

“I will not stand for Phoebe Bridgers slander,” you said. “She is the Joni Mitchell of our time. Your generation just doesn’t appreciate good music…” 

“I’m only seven years younger than you, we’re the same shitty generation!” He laughed. “I’m just saying, true appreciation for rock is going down the drain…” 

“Alright,” Joel kissed your temple. “We need to get Evie home before she doesn’t have enough time to primp for Jeremy, we don’t have time for you to go down that rabbit hole.” 

You snorted. 

“We’ll do this again,” Jess smiled. “Soon!” 

“Definitely,” you smiled. 

#fanfic #joel miller x female reader #joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #smut fic

[sleepy-wyvern]

I think Eddie is a Thigh guy, he loves thick thigh's and just have to squeeze them all the time. But when you have stockings on, oh boy his little brain would short circuiting in no time.

Do you think you could write something about that?

❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

Oh my god Nonny what a brilliant idea! He DEFINITELY is a thigh guy! Let me start off by saying I’m sorry this took longer than intended, for some reason my brain was just like MORE WORDS LETS KEEP GOING! Thanks so much for the request darling I hope I could do it justice, that it didnt take too too long, and that you enjoy!  AO3 version here

Black Lace Surprise | Eddie x fem!Reader

Tags: boyfriend Eddie, body worship, m-f oral, fingering, p in v, pullout, nick names (babe, baby, honey, goddess, master)

Synopsis: you decide to surprise your thigh obsessed boyfriend Eddie Munson with a set of black lace lingerie, but he has to wait all night until he can touch you.

If you like this fic, check out my master list for more or my wonderful muse @taintedcigs my favorite fic writer!!!

SMUT! 18+ only, MINORS DNI!

Word count: ~4.5k

Your thighs were a part of you that at one point you felt insecure about. That was until you met and started dating Eddie Munson; the man that practically worshiped your entire body.

Eddie was always a gentleman. You knew that for a fact since the day you met him, and dating him just confirmed it even more. Sure, he was often eccentric or bratty, enjoying a challenge but he was respectful. He raced to open your door for you on the first date, picking bunches of purple wildflowers for you with his hair pulled back into some semblance of a bun. When in public he’d have a threatening blank stare that he used against people who made an inappropriate comment or seemed to eye you the wrong way, holding a hand on your waist pulling you closely into him. So yeah, a little overprotective but still a gentleman overall. Except when it came to one thing: your thighs. 

Even during the hot sticky summer when you had just met you knew he loved them. Though you weren’t dating yet it never bothered you. When you wore your dolphin or jean shorts for some relief from the heat you could feel his gaze washing over you every time you weren’t looking, hovering over the thickness of your hips. Perhaps from another guy it would be insulting, but instead it instinctively made you squirm, blooming something inside of you. You loved the way he looked at you, different from any other guy has before. Naturally things evolved from there. Now that you’re dating that look never changed, in fact somehow you believe it gets stronger every day. 

Now you sit together in the living room of your apartment, legs thrown over him as he leans back into the old worn couch. His hands graze your legs as they always do, no matter what you were wearing or doing he always wanted to be touching you and grabbing you. And frankly you loved it. 

“Hey Babe,” you say with a smile already on your lips in anticipation. 

Your fingers play with his hair, tangling into it. You lean your face into his shoulder taking in the smell of him; sharp spice containing apple and crisp greenery, mixed with coffee and a hint of tobacco. Together it was all intoxicating. 

“Mmhmm?” He looks from the tv to you, brown eyes curious. 

A touch of pink rises to your cheeks making him raise an eyebrow “I have a surprise for you.”

“What is it?” He asks, thumb running circles against your thigh almost absentmindedly like it was muscle memory. But he savored every bit of it. 

Yours and Eddie’s phone both let out a low buzz in unison, he pays no mind to it but you glance over to yours. 

Robb: almost here ☺️

“I'd better get changed,” you smile standing up while Eddie pouts. 

“Nooo, tell me” he asks, holding out his hand to you. You grab it until you’re too far out of grasp, letting it slowly fall. 

He groans in defeat, running his fingers through his curls. 

You enter your bedroom closing the old chipped paint door behind you. Your lips twist into a smile as your heart beats in anticipation looking at your outfit you had planned. A plaid skirt with a black long sleeved top, nothing too out of the ordinary but you had one addition planned. 

A long buzz from the vibration of your phone startled you. Glancing over you notice the names from your group chat again.

Dingus: Were here, when ur ready King Eddie: break in thru the window, I did Gareth: You what

You smile noting Steve had not yet noticed Robin changed his name back to Dingus. You tap gently against the screen “Don’t break the house, it's a rental.”

King Eddie: :(

You look over your drawer of leggings and pantyhose and suddenly you can feel your heart thumping wildly. This time you opted for your brand new pair of black stockings, sheer silky fabric topped with black lace. Was it a little bold to wear them even just in front of friends? Yup, but you felt especially bold tonight. You attached your new garter belt to go with them over top of your lace lingerie, helping hold the stockings over the thickness of your thighs. You could barely notice the straps holding the stockings up under your skirt but you could just enough to know they were there. 

Did a certain someone have a part to play in the choice of your attire? Oh yes it did. In fact you bought this pair especially for him, noticing how obsessed with your thighs he’s been. A feeling of gleeful evilness washes over your chest as you smile to yourself.

Three quiet knocks on the door interrupted your thoughts as you cleared your throat.

“Hello?” You whisper, tugging your skirt up and over your silky stockings, you look at yourself in the mirror critically.

“Hey, uh” you could hear Eddie’s familiar voice from the other side of the door, leaning against the wall while he spoke “I let the hooligans in.”

Tonight was your turn to host a hangout night between the crew of your friends. Usually the night consisted of video games, movies, snacks, drinking and smoking weed. Steve, Robin, Gareth, Jake and usually some stragglers like the freshly drinking age Dustin, Lucas, Will and Mike. 

“Aight, coming out” you tug down slightly on your skirt and smooth the wrinkles on your top.

Your stomach flip flops as you open the door, almost scared how Eddie would react, if he wouldn’t like it. His eyes were on the wall adjacent as you emerged but the moment he looked at you his eyes widened. You could tell his breath caught in his throat as he swallowed, his adams apple bobbing up and down, lips slightly parted as his eyes widen, perhaps both in fear and awe. Yet he kept his eyes level with yours, although painfully, as a bead of sweat forms on his forehead.

“D-do, uh- yeah, um-” he brings his fist to his face making you blush before he scratches his head, a desperate attempt to diffuse the tension.

“Surprise,” You smile, letting out a giggle. Mission accomplished, you think. 

“Sur-surprise” his eyes glance down for only a moment before meeting yours again “suddenly I forget every thought I’ve ever had.”

You laugh light and sweet, “Did you let them in nicely?” You ask folding your arms across your chest. 

“-Yes, yes I did” he does a thumbs up nervously keeping his eyes level “I-uh, was going to ask…”

“Drinks,” you reply. 

He nods “drinks, yup.” He gestures for you to go ahead of him, hand held out kindly. 

You pause for a second wondering if you should go first but decide why the hell not. You walk softly against the floorboards feeling Eddie’s gaze along you, still quite in shock. As you entered the living room you knew he would be cursing himself for not taking advantage of the privacy you once had, now lost. 

“Hey everyone,” you say softly.

There was less of a crowd than usual but you welcomed it for a change, Steve, Robin and Gareth.

Steve sat on the couch, arms stretched across the back of the sofa. He wore his bright yellow sweater casually, ready for a relaxing night, one beer in his hand as Gareth was the designated driver for the night. He wove a hand when you saw him, glancing down at your stockings making red rise to your cheeks a little. 

Eddie looked to Steve with an edge of sharpness to grab his attention. Steve flashed an apologetic smile back at him, putting a hand up defensively. You pretended not to notice, while Robin who was sitting next to him slapped his head. 

“Dingus stop eyeing her up” she whispered, low enough to think you couldn’t hear.

“Hey, love your outfit” Robin speaks louder this time as she turns her attention to you with a supportive smile. 

Meanwhile Gareth sat in the recliner, hands busy with his Nintendo switch. His red plaid shirt was decorated in pins and patches, his hair curled against his neck. He barely looked up as he spoke, clearly a bit shy of you still but his voice was kind “Hey.”

“Thanks Robb” you smile back at her, a little flustered at the compliment. 

You ask Gareth about what he’s playing before Eddie interrupts with a sigh. 

After quickly and definitely not thoroughly searching he asks “where’s the cups?”

You glide behind him, trailing a finger along his back as you do “over here,” you bend down and although your skirt was low enough to not show any panties, it accentuated the roundness of your ass. 

Straightening up your body you turn to Eddie whose mouth had suddenly run dry. He looks at you as if frozen in place, taking a moment to register you were holding out the cups for him. In the meantime, Steve had walked over to find out what had been taking the drinks so long. 

Eddie takes the plastic bag, lips parted in shock and awe. You turn back, this time reaching high up to grab a large plate and bowl. 

“Let me get that for you” Steve says but before he can make his way over Eddie snaps back to reality. 

“Nope, I got it” he was behind you in an instant, laying one hand on your waist, the other reaching up, grabbing first the bowl and then the plate making sure he could spend as long as a time he could pressed into you. 

Steve rolls his eyes before turning his attention to playing bar tender, asking everyone what they wanted to drink. 

Eddie realizes his mistake as the bulge in his jeans begins to grow, pushing against your ass. Suddenly he’s trapped. You flash him a sly smile before leaving him there stranded with the plates. 

You grab the cheese and assortment of meats from the fridge before you decide to playfully tease him “Ed’s what’s taking you so long?” You take out the bowl of strawberries.

He stays turned away from the crowd “uh, making sure we have enough plates honey,” he smiles at you over his shoulders, shifting the weight on his legs.

The others are clearly more interested in their drinks to care but you giggle as you lay out a neat design on the plate before you for your guests.

The rest of the night was torture, at least for Eddie it was. Sitting next to you on the loveseat it felt impossible to not gawk. As the alcohol softened your resolve and everyone else’s, you curled your legs up against him and he looked as if he was in pain to not be touching you. He settled for his hand pulling your waist close to his side, scared for what might happen the moment he touches your hips. 

You decided to play Mario kart with one another for most of the night, followed by Mario party and super smash bros. Steve boasts that despite his level of drunkenness he’s still in first place. Before long you and Gareth practically keel over laughing when a blue shell by Robin knocks Steve into last place, screaming ensues.

Eddie, though, doesn’t share as many chuckles or quips this time around, not even threatening Gareth for a rematch when he barely loses to him at Smash Bros. It’s instead as if he is using all of his self control. Forced jokes and laughs that the others are none the wiser of, but you knew better. In fact you would be concerned if you didn’t have your shared glances whenever you adjusted your sitting position. His eyes filled with lust melted into yours, wanting and begging impatiently. He constantly checked the time until around 1:30am when Robin started yawning and your controllers started to die. 

Steve rubs his hands against his knees before speaking “guess we’d better head off.” He gets up and stretches while Gareth collects his switch and controllers. 

Eddie immediately looks at you, his eyes growing darker. You shrug with a sweet smile as if utterly unaware what dirty thoughts were circulating his mind. 

You stand near the porch for a proper send off for your guests, giving a slightly off balance Robin a hug before hauling on her boots. 

“Good night you guys thanks for coming!” You say chipper as ever. You feel yourself filled with excitement and anticipation as Eddie stands next to you, hands in his pockets breathing deeply. 

“Later Eddie,” Steve claps his back as you all say your goodbyes. 

Eddie pushes the door shut the moment Steve was outside, locking the deadbolt. 

“What’s the hur-“ you’re cut off by Eddie’s lips against yours, hands behind your head holding you steady. 

You fall into his embrace, wrapping your arms around his neck as you drink him in. Your hands grab at his soft hair and his back, pulling him into you as if you could get any closer. 

Eddie breaks away his kiss with shuddering breaths “Bed. Now.” His demands make wings fly through your body and as you turn to go to your bedroom he decides it wasn’t fast enough. 

He picks you up into the air, carrying you to your bedroom laying you on the soft bed sheets. 

“Oh my goddess,” he whispers, eyes hypnotized by you. He switches from looking deeply into your eyes to tracing your thighs with them. 

Hungrily he pulls your skirt up just enough, finally touching the soft stretch marks of your hips “you are so fucking gorgeous” he whispers in a raspy voice. 

He slides the fingers of both his hands underneath the straps of your garter belt on both legs, grabbing at the curves of your thighs greedily with lust. 

“May I?” He asks in a whisper, bringing his hands to your waistband. 

“Of course, it’s my present to you,” you smile. 

He lets out a heavy breath of air as he pulls your skirt down over your legs, revealing your garter belt and black lacy panties complete with an ever so tiny bow. 

“Jesus H. Christ” he whispers, holding your waist with his hands as if you were a treasured gift and he was afraid you’d be taken from him. 

He pulled your shirt up and over your head to see the matching bra, chocolate brown eyes examining your body but not in a critical or judgemental way. He looked at you as if you were the force that put the stars in the sky, a shimmer reflecting in his eyes filled with wonder. 

“Holy fuck” he grabs your thighs tighter with his finger tips this time, mouth watering. 

His eyes flicker up to yours before laying steady there “you are so beautiful” he whispers barely audible, tucking your hair behind your ear. 

“I love You, Ed’s” You smile burying your fingers in his hair.

“I love you too sweetheart” he lays a deep kiss on your lips while he trails his fingertips up your legs. 

He pulls back to plant kisses between your breasts, all the way down over your soft stomach to your panties. He makes a low noise, almost a growl of hunger as he reaches your panty line. He holds your hips tight in his hand, planting kisses around them slowly moving to your entrance. 

He stops a moment in surprise “crotchless? For me? Oh baby you didn’t” he grins wide with large brown eyes looking up at you. 

“Just for you baby,” you reply, biting your lower lip while he plants a kiss on the fabric of your panties.  

He kisses your inner thigh before sucking, grazing his hand down your legs over the fabric of your stockings to your calves. You lean back against the bed, gripping the bed sheets as he sucks and nibbles at you. You feel the wetness grow between your legs, surely dripping onto the bed. 

Once a few light bruises start to show he turns to the other thigh, grabbing onto you tightly, cold rings pressing into you. He licked his tongue along your skin in between bites on your body. Pulling back he smiled down at his work, a number of hickys starting to show. 

“Well, now that the world knows you’re mine, time to use you like a good master would” the corner of his lip curls up to a smile as he positions himself between your legs, spreading them for easy access. 

Before you can respond he dives his head down, kissing your entrance you let out a moan of pure excitement for his touch. You’ve both waited all night for this, to feel his slick tongue against your cunt. He runs it in circles against you, teasing you up before going straight to your clit. The moment he hits it your back arches in pleasure, balling the bed sheets up in your fist. 

Eddie grasps your thighs tightly, keeping them still while you squirm and he licks in the exact motion you love. It doesn’t take long for your pleasure start to build, “Ed’s stop” you whisper and he pulls back nervously. 

He looks at you concerned, his face practically dripping with your wetness “are you okay baby?”

“Yeah” you nod “I just… I wanted to finish with you inside…. If that’s alright.”

He runs the back of his hand along his face, a smile of both relief and craving “that’s more than alright” he chuckles low, climbing up and over you. 

You enjoyed the feeling of him looming over you, running his hands over your body exploring you. Your lips connected in a deep kiss tasting of smoke and strawberries, with a hint of alcohol. You feel his cock harden through his jeans, pushing into the bare skin of your leg. 

Eddie breaks the kiss off, leaning back to remove his shirt, up and over his head making his tattoos dance as he does. Beautiful drawings on an equally gorgeous canvas, it wasn’t long before he was pressing the bare skin of his chest into yours. His tongue slips into your mouth, you grasp at his back trying to get him even closer. Your body heat mingles as you do, and you feel cold when he breaks off the kiss, missing him against you. 

He kisses your thighs again before detaching the garter belt. Taking the fabric between his teeth gently, he peels the stocking down over your skin leaving your leg shivering. He switches sides to take the other one off, looking deep into you as he does making your heart gallop wildly. Once they’re in a pile on the floor he brings his hands to his jeans, his eyes locked on yours as he did, fiddling with his belt buckle with a smirk. You blush suddenly embarrassed as he pulls them down along with blue checkerboard boxers. You never could get used to how big he was, your cheeks got even hotter. But he always fits, perfectly in fact.  

The heat of his body reconnects with yours as he seemingly hovers above you, long hair tickling your neck as you share an intimate kiss, close and exposed to one another. 

He cups your face with one gentle hand, running his rough fingertips along your soft cheek while his tongue was deep in your mouth. You were acutely aware of his hand movements as he slowly traveled over your curves, stretch marks, and cellulite, melting away any stress or insecurity you may have had. Your body was a valley of hills and mountains he was determined to explore, love and protect. 

You moan into his mouth making his lips twist into a smile as he feels how wet your entrance is for him. You press a hand against his chest, not hard enough to push him away but enough to take comfort in the firmness of his torso. 

His two ringed fingers glide into you easily as you grip your hand onto his shoulder for support, gasping as the cold metal rubs against you. He moves against your tight walls filling you with pleasure as he prepares you for his cock. You whimper against him as it felt oh so good to have him inside yet you wanted the main course. 

“Ed’s,” you look into his concerned caramel eyes, attentive to your every word, letting out a little gasp of air “I’m ready,” your words were practically a beg. 

He pulls his fingers out from you, bringing them to his lips he sucks your juices from them with a gleeful and anticipating look. You look away while he does, a little flustered by the action before he kisses your cheek, coaxing you to face him again. You oblige, abandoning your insecurity for the comfort and alluring taste of his mouth. 

After a moment he pulls back “are you sure?” He asks again, you notice his breathing is heavier now.

You nod wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling him down into you, his guitar pick necklace cool against your breasts. You wanted nothing less than to meld into him, spending the rest of your life together with him inside you. 

As he guides his tip to you, press your lips together. You let out a long, drawn out breath as he slides into you slowly but surely. His eyes are closed with concentration and self control, taking in every inch of your cunt. His breath into your ear tickles you lovingly, reminding you of his presence to fill you with security. 

After a moment his eyes flutter open with dark long lashes “Does… does that feel okay?” He somehow manages to speak, running a hand over your bare thigh, grabbing onto you. 

“Yes” you whisper looking up into his eyes “you can keep going.”

He pulls out slightly and pushes back in, slightly faster this time. Your heart pounds in your cunt and you wonder if his cock can feel it beating against him while he moves out and into you again. Before you know it your body is pushed against the mattress with more vigor. You grip the bed sheets hard as he hits the back of your vagina with his tip, a tight pressure that’s never felt so good. 

Sweat forms on his back and forehead as he thrusts faster and harder into you, both of your heavy breaths mingle together in the bedroom air. You cling to him, desperate for every part of him. 

“Yes Ed’s, just like that” he groans in pleasure at your feedback, hitting against the spot that somehow feels even better than the rest. 

Your fingers dig into his back, careful not to scratch him too badly as he brings you into a world of pleasure. Your eyes shut overcome with sensations of him inside you, pushing and guiding you along the path of pleasure. 

“Keep going baby,” you whine to him in between high moans, “I feel it” you gasp air into your lungs. 

Pulling him tightly into you, you feel your pleasure pushed over the edge. Back arched, toes curled and walls clenched you let out a harmonious moan. Eddie chuckles low and sweet, kissing your ear and neck while keeping his cock deep inside you. 

“I love feeling you finish on my cock sweetheart,” he mumbles into your ear, quiet enough to not overwhelm you as you lay limp against the bed. 

“Mmm,” you hum in reply, still wanting more of him though your cunt is numb “your turn. That’s a demand” you smirk at him and his face runs red but his expression is playful. 

“As my lady commands,” he jokes, pressing down into a kiss. 

He begins to thrust again as he pulls his lips back only inches from yours to take in heavy gulps of air. You ran your fingers through his wild hair, pulling it back and out of his face as you did while his muscles twitched. 

“That’s it baby,” you encourage while admiring him. 

You ran your eyes along his tattoos on his chest, normally hidden from view by a shirt or sweater. His body was beautiful and gorgeous, and suddenly that made you want more of him again. 

“Please Ed’s,” you ask again, his eyes are closed but you can tell he’s heard you as a deep moan replies “I want your hot cum on me baby.”

Goosebumps rise on his skin at your words, his face tight with concentration and pleasure “anything for you” his voice was raspy making you squirm. 

It only took a few more thrusts before his lips parted in pleasure as he pulled out of you, rubbing his cock just a few times before hot cum landed on your thighs, stomach and even breasts. You smile widely watching his expression of joy and relief wash over him. You stay in your shared moment of bliss as he breathes deep, chest rising and falling quickly. 

“God, you’re so gorgeous” his lips turned upward in a smile, his eyes looking as if he couldn’t comprehend what he was seeing as he shook his head. 

“Right, uh,” he stammered, “towel.”

He disappeared for only a moment before returning with a towel, his cum now starting to cool on your skin. He slowly dabbed the soft fibers against your skin, soaking up what was left. When he was rubbing it along your thighs, you were filled with a sudden urge to hug him. 

“I miss you,” you smiled weakly looking into his eyes as his face was level with yours. 

He smiled at you, eye wrinkles dancing as he does “I’m not going anywhere” suddenly he tackled you into a hug, laying you back against the bed. 

You laughed as he planted numerous quick kisses along your cheeks and forehead, holding you tight and close with strong arms “you’re stuck with me!” 

“Oh no, what ever shall I do?” You laugh pretending to try and shoo him off. 

He pulls a blanket up and over both of your bodies, snuggling closely into you. You smile at him, filled with true content. 

“So the stockings worked?” You say with a cheeky grin. 

He laughed as he kissed your nose “hell yeah it did” his hands grabbed your leg, pulling it over him.

“Just wait until your birthday” you chuckle at his look of bewilderment, hugging him close beneath the blanket.

“I’ve never looked forward to anything more” his eyes widened with eyebrows raised. 

You laugh at him as he kisses you lovingly on the forehead “for now though,” you whisper “we can use this set as many times as you want.”

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[thatharringrovehoe]

Thinking of a harringrove childhood friends AU where Billy was originally born in Hawkins. Steve and him meet at the Hawkins community center during baby play group and are immediately inseparable. Steve seems to go through all his growth spurts at once, sprouting up the summer of third grade and towering over all the other kids when they get back to school. Billy goes to Steve's house almost every day that summer to sit with him in Steve's room and watch movies because the growing pains are so bad. Meanwhile Billy barely seems to grow at all, a premature baby and then a sickly kid that all the other boys poke fun at. He gets pushed into lockers and shoulder checked in the hall so often that no one notices all the bruises he's got are from home. They're best friends from diapers all the way up to middle school, Steve at Billy's side like a bull dog, ready to lay into anyone who messes with his best friend.

"You can't protect me all the time, Steve." Billy's words whistle through the gap where his missing baby tooth used to be. Steve puffs up like a peacock.

"I can so!"

"Nuh-uh."

"Yeah-huh!"

And Billy knows that Steve wouldn't, couldn't, win. Going up against Neil Hargrove. But.

"..Promise?"

Steve grabs Billy's face and smooshes his cheeks together, brown eyes big and beautiful and serious. There's a scrape on Steve's chin, raw and pink from where he smacked into the pavement during school today. David McKinney took Billy's dessert from his lunch box, an apple turnover his mom had made special, and chucked it into a puddle. Steve came out of nowhere and tackled the kid like a linebacker. Nine years old and ready to take on the world to keep Billy from hurting.

"I promise Bills. I'm always gunna protect you. Forever and ever."

Billy's heart flutters behind his ribcage, a flock of butterflies beneath bird bones.

"But why?"

His own dad knows he's worthless. Knows Billy is...wrong. And forever is such a long time to waste on a broken thing.

Steve scrunches up his nose, confused and pretty and Billy wants to hold his hand like in the movies. Like the ones his Ma cries over when his father isn't home.

"Because I love you, dummy."

And they're to young to know what it means but old enough to know that it's true. Billy reaches out, knuckles brushing Steve's in a question.

"BILLY!"

They both jump. Neil's truck rumbles ominously in the Harrington's driveway outside. He doesn't want to go home. Billy wonders if Steve would tackle his dad if he asked him to.

The next day Steve finds out that Neil moved him and Billy out of Hawkins that very night. His Ma had skipped town and left behind her little boy to a monster.

Steve cries for a month straight. The world keeps turning, seasons change and years go by. He grows out of his awkward stage and all the girls want to talk to him, but none of them fill the hole in his chest. He throws parties and drinks with all the other kids and wonders every day if Billy thinks of him at all, out there surfing the Pacific with the sun bleaching his curls.

And it's not until senior year during Tina's Halloween party that Steve gets an answer. Because Tommy Hagen comes bounding out of the crowd, smile sharp and mean while the people behind him part like the red sea, the new kid he's heard people talking about making a beeline straight for Steve. Eyes locked, unwavering.

"Got ourselves a new keg king Harrington!"

Steve can't hear him. Can't hear anything over the 'thud thud thud' of his heartbeat in his ears. And it's been seven fucking years and a whole lot of puberty since Steve saw him last, but he would recognize those eyes anywhere. His best friend is built like a brick shit house and covered in leather and cheap beer and spit and Steve doesn't know if he wants to cry or drop to his god damn knees.

Probably both.

Billy's smiling something wicked, tongue caught in his teeth while he gets up real close. Steve wants to bury his face in Billy's neck and hold on to him until the walls fall down around them. His voice is so much deeper than the crackly squeak it was when they were just kids.

"Miss me, pretty boy?"

And Steve feels like he should say something clever. Something cool and suave and more put together than 'I think when you left for California, you took a piece of me with you' or 'I go out of my way to pass by your old house every day after school and it's not even on my route'.

What comes out is a shaky "Yeah. A whole fucking lot, actually"

Billy looks pleased. Relieved almost. Like he didn't think Steve would care. As if Steve could ever forget about someone like Billy.

"Oh yeah? You waiting for me or somethin?"

Steve knows what Billy's looking to hear. The party goes on around them, Tommy looking more confused by the second. Steve couldn't give less of a shit.

"Yeah Bills." He says. "Forever and ever."

#I'm writing a fic for this but i figured I'd post the original discord blurb that inspired it #childhood friends AU #harringrove #Steve Harrington #Billy Hargrove #discord blurbs #that hoe writes

[bluelancess]

Midnight Blooms | Elriel AU chapter 2/?

Sports romance, college AU.

Summary: When Elain is told by her father, a ruthless politician, that she is to marry the son of one of his closest friends, Lucien Vanserra, to assure her father’s win on the next election, she has no other choice but to agree. What she never expected was her convictions being tested by a tall, devastatingly beautiful black-haired hockey player who moved in right next door. And if there was one thing Elain was certain of, was that Azriel posed a dangerous threat to the previously dormant desires roaming inside her. And she needed to stay far, far away from him.

Tags: forbidden love, arranged marriage, forced proximity, modern setting, slow burn

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Chapter 2

I notice everything you do or don't do

AZRIEL 

Cassian hits my shoulder hard with one of his huge hands as soon as the main door to the girl’s house closes, and none of them are looking at us anymore. He has probably been waiting to punch me since the invite for the party escaped my lips. 

Good thing he didn’t aim for the jaw or cheekbone, although we do have a no-face-punching rule, but Cassian tends to forget it pretty often. Or at least that’s how he excuses himself every fucking time. 

“What the fuck was that, Az?” He grunts my way. “You want to kill our party before it even starts?” 

“Don’t be so dramatic,” I tell him, taking a couple steps back, I’m holding my third bottle of beer in my right hand, it’s almost over, the liquid pretty much room temperature. 

Last semester, when we lived in that awful one bedroom apartment near campus, parties were one hundred percent off limits. We didn’t even have a living room, for fuck’s sake. The kitchen consisted of the tiniest little oven ever, and a sink that barely fit two plates and a mug. Granted, the rent was cheap. So cheap, we could spend the rest of our money on take-out, liquor and WiFi, which is pretty much all you need to survive college. 

But a couple weeks before finals, the whole building was infested with the fattest, and ugliest rats I’ve ever seen, Cassian even made a sport out of getting the little fuckers out of the apartment, and I guess it was a silent agreement that we couldn’t stay there for another year. No fucking way. 

So I saved every penny I got from all the jobs my boss assigned me during the summer. Yes, maybe not all of them were entirely legal, but they payed generously and in cash, how was I supposed to pass the opportunity when it got us this amazing house? It is only a bonus that we have three, hot as fuck neighbors. Almost like the universe is rewarding us for all the shit it made us go through when we were children. 

About fucking time. 

“Dramatic? I’ve been planning this thing for weeks,” Cassian says, rubbing his face with the palm of his hand. “It’s the last time I can get properly drunk before practice starts. Coach is a pain in the ass with his no-drinking-during-the-season-or-get-the-fuck-out rule, and you know it.” 

“Let’s go inside,” Rhys says, leaving the end of the sentence hanging unsaid in the air, but I imagine it would go as something like: you uncivilized brutes. 

“You’re just proving my point, Cass,” I say, hiding a smile, looking over my shoulder one last time at the house on the other side of the street, I stop on my tracks when I see the curtain of the kitchen window rustle. Are they still watching us? 

Is she still watching us?

The pretty, quiet one. Fuck, I couldn’t look away from those big, sweet eyes and those full, pink lips. I’d die to just give them a little taste, a tiny bite until she’s melting and moaning against me. I remember her from last year. We took a class together, I’m pretty sure she never really noticed me. She sat at the front, I sat on the back. She was quiet, so shy, did all the group assignments on her own, and always got the highest grade. The professor used to be a jerk and tease her because she was so smart, but so damn quiet she never showed how fucking intelligent she was to the rest of the class. I had to fight the urge to kick his ugly ass whenever he started his shit with her. 

It made the whole class laugh at her expense, the fucking asshole. 

I admit my reasons for inviting them to the party were completely selfish. I saw an opportunity and took it. Now, the real surprise would be if she actually shows up tomorrow night. 

“I also think it is a good idea to have them over for the party,” Rhysand says, putting one hand on my left shoulder, and the other on Cassian’s, guiding us inside the house. “They won’t call the cops if they’re having a good time. Right, Az?” 

I shrug. “Sure.”

“Oh, come on, you two,” Cassian shakes his head like his disappointed. “Always thinking with your dicks.” 

“Not my problem that girl is giving you blue balls.” I say, walking a bit faster to get away from him before he decides to punch something other than my shoulder. 

Cassian grunts. 

“Is that why you’ve been so moody all summer?” Rhys asks lifting a brow, and Cass shoots him a death glare. “Wait, don’t tell me you fell in love with this girl after just one night, Cassian. We’re not fifteen anymore” 

“Shut up, asshole.” 

“I’m just saying.” Rhys lifts both hands in the air, innocently. 

I smile, watching them. We’ve been together, the three of us, since we were little kids. Pretty much fending for ourselves in a world that doesn’t like people like us. Alone, but never really lonely. From foster home to foster home. By some miracle, we were always placed together in different families. Five to be exact. Most kicked us out after a couple months, claimed we were too much to handle, or whatever the fuck that means. 

We were children, noisy, curious, maybe a little too energetic, but they wanted us to behave like robots, follow orders to a tee, never complain, and of course, they wanted the government’s money. Turns out, dealing with us wasn’t worth the little compensation they were receiving, so ultimately all of them ended up throwing us back into the black whole we came from. 

Everything changed when we got to Gramps and Nana’s house. Recently retired, house empty after their biological kids were all grown up and left, they decided to take us in. Treated us like their own. It was so unlike every single other house we’d been at, the we contemplated running away the first two weeks. It felt too good to be true. Almost like a trap. 

Nana won us over with her killer brownies and Gramps taught us everything he knew about hockey. 

We wouldn’t be here without them. 

“Well, don’t ask,” Cassian starts walking up the stairs, like the subject actually bothers him, which is completely unusual for him. “I’m telling you guys, those girls are going to be nothing but trouble.” 

Rhys eyes gleam like he’s visualizing exactly what Cassian is referring to, and he’s up for the challenge. 

“Isn’t that the fun of it, Cass?” Rhys teases him. 

“When you’re the one walking around with blue balls over that girl, Rhys, we’ll talk.” 

“Oh, but I won’t.” Rhys’ voice is laced in arrogant confidence. 

“She has a boyfriend,” I remind him, nearing our brand new couch in the living room. It’s dark blue, almost black, and it’s huge. It had to be, if it wants to fit the three of us at the same time. Gramps gifted it to us before we moved here, said he couldn’t bare the thought of us sitting on the floor on such a big house. Is pretty much the only piece of decent furniture we own. 

“Not for long.” Rhys shrugs, opening the fridge we have in the living room and grabbing another beer. It seemed like a better place than the kitchen, considering that if we’re watching sports we don’t have to walk all the way there to grab something to drink. 

Cassian barks a laugh. “You’re too cocky, is going to bite you in the ass.” 

“I happen to enjoy ass bites.” Rhys laughs again, and I’m silently glad we’re not fighting. 

We hardly ever do. 

We’ve been through so much already, always sticking together, and having each other’s back, that there doesn’t seem to be anything that would be important enough for us to fight over. 

Cassian shakes his head, and climbs the stairs like he has so much pent up energy he’d like to release. A couple seconds later, he’s blasting music in his bedroom and to probably hide the annoying noise his rusty-ass treadmill makes. It’s so old the damn thing is practically falling apart by just looking at it. 

“If I’d known those three lived here, I would’ve moved out from that rat hell a lot sooner,” Rhys says, sitting next to me, and turning on the television, none of us really pay attention to it. I don’t have to look at my brother to know his eyes are also glued to the window right beside the screen, the one that gives us a front row seat to the house in front. 

“They moved in last year,” I tell him, taking the beer from his grip to steal a sip.

“You know them?” He asks me, a curious look in his eyes. I know almost everyone. I like to watch people. Listen when they think I’m not paying attention. I happened to learn at a very young age, that information is the real currency of the world. It can get you pretty much anywhere you want to go if you know how to use it correctly.

“Just two of them.” I tell him, giving his beer back. “The third one is probably a freshman. I’d never seen her around here before.” 

“I hadn’t seen any of them around here before.” 

“Nesta’s pre-law,” I begin to explain. “Has every loser in campus either shitting their pants on her presence or trying to get into her pants.” 

“That’s Cassian’s?” Rhys asks, as if it needs confirmation. 

“Yup,” I nod. “And Elain… No idea what her major is. She’s pretty reserved, keeps to herself, doesn’t go out much.” I shrug, pretending she doesn’t pique my interest in the slightest, which couldn’t be further from the truth. “I took a class with her last year, I’m guessing she’s maybe an art major.” 

Rhys takes a big gulp from his beer. “That leaves us the third sister.” 

“Right, the one with the boyfriend.” 

“Love it that you keep reminding me,” Rhys shoots me a not so friendly glare. 

“There’s a thousand girls on campus that would pretty much give up their first born to sleep with you, Rhys,” I remind him. “No need to want one that’s unavailable.”  

“I happen to like challenges.” His shoulders go tense when the door of the house in front of ours opens, and the girl whose name we don’t know yet walks out, some cash on her hand. There’s a bike in the street, some skinny guy pulling handing her two boxes of pizza. 

She thanks him with a wide smile, and Rhys takes a long gulp from his beer. 

“Yeah, but you’re a sore loser.” 

He smiles wickedly at me. “Which only means I have to make sure I don’t lose.” 

I roll my eyes, and he simply lets out a dark chuckle. I’m not joking when I say any of us could get literally any girl on campus we wanted. They’re practically drooling at our feet, mostly after games, and the quota of girls drastically increases if we win it. But, after a couple years playing for the Night Beasts, and getting used to the attention, it has only made it… boring. Predictable. 

Too easy. 

Rhysand grabs the keys of his pick-up truck that were laying on top of the fridge and hands me his half empty beer bottle.

“Where are you going?” 

“To buy the best fucking wine I can get my hands on.” 

He leaves before I can stop him, and I’m left on my own in the big, dark first floor of the house, surrounded by nothing but shadows, peeking trough the window like a complete stalker, at the way they’re sitting in the kitchen table, eating pizza and laughing. My eyes glued to one of the sisters in particular, her soft smiles, the curve of her neck, her lips wrapping around the straw of her drink, putting such filthy images in my head I force myself to look away, adjust the bulge on my pants and go take a cold shower. 

Fuck. 

It’s going to be a long year. 

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[sirianasims]

Chapter 32

Never Grow Up

Less than a year later, Samuel and I were married.

The wedding was everything I’d dreamed of. I’m sure our parents would happily have paid for an enormous wedding if we’d asked them to. But that wasn’t our style.

All I wanted was a small, intimate affair with our closest friends and family while I said ‘I do’ to the love of my life. We rented the Myshuno Observatory. It almost felt like my grandma Cora was with us in spirit.

Even Charlie showed up. I knew it meant a lot to Samuel, although his brother couldn’t stay for long.

At least he was there for the ceremony, and he came over to congratulate us afterwards.

He said he had a flight to catch, his band was on tour at the moment. I suspected that he was also trying to avoid talking to Colten and Kailani.

I wondered if Charlie actually preferred his solitude, or if he secretly wanted to be a bigger part of his family than he was.

I was grateful that I got along with my own family, especially my sister Grace. I couldn’t believe that she would be starting high school after the summer, it felt like yesterday that I’d taught her how to cross the monkey bars in our backyard.

By the time Grace and I headed inside for the reception, Charlie was gone and Kailani was talking to Jessica. Jessica had volunteered to do the decorations, beautiful blush-coloured roses everywhere, my favourite.

We kept the wedding alcohol-free for my dad, and Griffin and Daria had offered to do all the food for us as a wedding gift. It was impressive, the entire menu was vegan since Griffin had also stopped eating meat after his first visit to the cadaver lab during medical training. I didn’t blame him, it sounded horrific. Samuel hadn’t seemed as bothered.

Over by the cake, Conrad was making my dad and Cecilia crack up with outrageous anecdotes. It was strange to see my parents interact with each other. It had happened before, of course, they had celebrated my birthday together a few times when I was younger, but I couldn’t remember if they had been in the same room since my mom and Conrad moved to Del Sol Valley.

Looking at the four of them now, it was impossible to tell that things had ever been bad between my parents. Still, I couldn’t imagine two people less likely to work out. They both had a certain desperation to them, and they both needed someone to temper them, not stoke the flames.

Conrad, with his extravagant approach to life, gave my mother a safe outlet, a way to release all that intensity so she didn’t blow up.

Cecilia, kind but unwavering, calmed my father down and turned his particular brand of chaos into something less destructive.

But who was I?

Was I like my dad, prone to holding on in an attempt to do the right thing until I finally self-destructed?

Or was I more like my mother, desperately trying to make people love me until I gave up and left them in the dust?

I needed to do better than both of them. I wanted everything to work out. I shook my head lightly, trying to chase away the dark thoughts. This was my wedding day, why was I only thinking about disaster?

I went to find Samuel. He pulled me close and kissed me.

This was what I needed. My husband.

Samuel would temper me, like Conrad and Cecilia tempered my parents.

We would be fine.

By the time we were back in our bed that night, I was both exhausted and deliriously happy.

I took Samuel’s hand, marvelling at the ring on his finger.

“I can’t believe we’re actually married.”

He sent me a mischievous smile.

“Me neither. But you better let go of my hand. I need it for something.”

I was glad that we’d had some practice over the last year, otherwise I might have chickened out of my wedding night completely.

Samuel was gentle, always making sure that I was satisfied.

A small part of me wished he’d be a little less restrained, that he would lose himself in it, the same way he made me lose myself, but it was still good.

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[ash5monster01]

Only Thing Left to Live For

Pairing: Charlie Dalton x FemReader

Warnings: grief, loss, mentions of suicide, comfort

Summary: Charlie Dalton never came home for the Holidays, you’re friendship stuck strictly to summer time, but when he comes home in the Winter you’re ecstatic until you find out exactly why he’s home so soon and you’re the only thing left to comfort him during his time of grief.

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You were camped out by your bedroom window, eyes staring at the house across from yours. You held a book in your hands but you had yet to open it, you were afraid that if you took your eyes away for one moment you’d miss evidence that what you had seen earlier was real. Three people had exited the Dalton’s vehicle and you knew the color of the champagne brown hair anywhere. But he never came home for Holidays and if he did it was much to early for school to already be out. So was he only a figment of your imagination, your dreams messing with your reality?

You weren’t sure how long you were sat by your window when the front door of the house finally opened. And there he was, bundled up in a hat and scarf, shovel in his hand, and 100% not a figment if your imagination. You leapt forward, as if getting closer to the window would make it easier to see him. You had never seen him in the Winter months, his skin was a shade paler, and the hat on his head much different from the messy uncombed look he kept in the summer. Seeing him in the snow for the first time was almost romantic as small snow flakes fell down and he moved to start shoveling the driveway. You waited a few moments to see how he moved, and enjoy the idea of him in the snowy months which up until now was only something you could imagine and had never seen.

Yet the longer he was there the more convinced you were he was real and quickly you bundled up to go and see him, your excitement overflowing. The scrape of his shovel on the ground was too loud for him to hear you approach. As you got closer your heart rate sped up at the thought of seeing him much sooner than you had anticipated.

“Charlie?” the boy looked up, brown eyes meeting your own, the shovel stopping almost instantly, and creating a silence that surrounded you both.

“Y/N, hey” his eyes were different. They weren’t full of mischief like they usually were and instead they were a cold shell of grief, so much hurt behind them. The thought scared you a little.

“Hi, I thought I saw you come home earlier. I just wanted to make sure my eyes weren’t deceiving me” you told him and he forced a smile but that was not the Charlie you knew. The one you knew would have a flirtatious comment matched with a smirk but instead the boy across from you seemed lost in a way.

“Yeah, it’s me” his sentence was short, and you started to feel uncomfortable that you had been holding the conversation when that was usually his job.

“I didn’t think Welton let out for the Holidays this early” it didn’t go unnoticed the flinch as you spoke this sentence.

“Yeah, we had a few last minute changes” his voice was cold, his mind obviously distant even though he stood right across from you. And it didn’t go unnoticed that he had yet to smile and Charlie always greeted you with a smile.

“Well, I’m glad you’re home. I would love to catch up. My parents are going to be out for the evening, I could make us some dinner?” you offered and Charlie looked at you, really stared as if he couldn’t decide eating with you would be a good idea.

“Sure, just let me know a time” he finally decided and you started to feel nervous around him and not the usual good nervous you did.

“Seven, I’ll see you then” you grinned, and he nodded, no other emotion on his face, before focusing back on the shovel, and filling the air with its scrapes. Confused he didn’t bid you goodbye you made your way back across the street and into your home.

Now knowing you had a guest for dinner, and that it was Charlie 6 months sooner than you had expected him, you started to panic. Suddenly the house wasn’t clean enough, all your dresses were too last season, and any meal you made wouldn’t be good enough. But at some point you ran out of things to clean, you settled on your navy blue dress with white pearls, and the only ingredients you had in the house meant dinner was beef stroganoff and nothing else. But as the meal was finishing up cooking, and the dining table was set for two, you became embarrassed of what Charlie might think. Yet you didn’t have much time to stress since a knock sounded at the door. Whipping your apron off you rushed over to let him inside from the bitter cold.

“Hi” you grinned at him, admiring the snowflakes that sat on his lashes. He walked in slowly as he removed his scarf and you shut the door behind him.

“It smells great” he spoke, all of his personality still missing.

“You’re just in time, I just finished cooking” you told him as you led him to the kitchen. He took a seat as you grabbed the food to set some servings on your plates. His eyes noticed the half drank wine glass on the counter.

“I didn’t know you drank?” you looked to where his eyes were and became embarrassed all over again.

“Rarely, only to soothe my nerves” you spoke as you went to put the glass and bottle away.

“No, bring it over here. We can drink together” stopping in your tracks you grabbed a fresh glass and brought it to the table. Setting the clean one in front of him you gave him a good pour before refilling your own.

“I hope you like beef stroganoff, I didn’t have ingredients for anything else” you said as you looked at the simple meal you had placed in front of him.

“You were nervous?” Charlie ignored your comment about the dinner, focusing on your excuse for the wine. This comment from him was normal, the only thing missing was the suggestive tone he would use to say it, so instead the sentence felt way to empty for it to make your heart beat.

“Well yeah, I don’t have many guests for dinner and I didn’t want to make a fool of myself” you spoke, not letting on that he made you nervous in general.

“The stroganoff is perfect, better than any prep school food” he finally said and you smiled as he quickly took a bite.

“How was this past semester, Nolan still strict?” you found yourself asking because you always did when he came home from school. But again the boys body went rigid and he chewing stopped.

“It was like it always was” Charlie struggled with the words, obviously unclear of what to say.

“Well that can’t be true, your Mom told me you took quite a liking towards english, and your grades were better than they had ever been” for the first time since approaching him this morning the smallest smile tugged at the corner of his lips.

“We had a new english teacher. Different than any teacher I ever had, I actually looked forward to going to his class” you took noticed of the word had but chose to ignore it considering the tiniest glimpse of the Charlie you knew was sitting there right in the corner of his lips.

“I love english, it’s nice to see you found a passion for it also” you told him, realizing Charlie had changed a lot in the past few months you hadn’t seen him.

“Yeah, I used to think all those poems you liked were silly but now I enjoy them. I actually write some of my own” your eyebrows rose, shock flowing through your body. Charlie willingly writing poems, now this couldn’t be true.

“You write poems? I don’t know if I believe it” you started to shake your head and suddenly he laughed. It was short and quick but it warmed your heart and the cold shell of the Charlie across from you actually had real emotions for a moment.

“It’s true, I even joined a secret club dedicated to reading poems” Charlie hadn’t felt anything since he left school. It’s as if Neil dying killed any passion he had left at all. But here, talking to you, he felt something. Something small but enough to remind him there was still some good in the world even though it felt as if it was all gone.

“Now that sounds like fun, can I join or is it for Welton members only?” you asked, a bit excited at the thought Charlie found something to be this into.

“No it’s for anyone. We call ourselves the Dead Poets Society, we’re real romantics” Charlie rose his eyebrows suggestively and you laughed but felt your heart swell because there he was. This was your Charlie, the one you knew.

“I would love to attend a meeting of this Dead Poets Society” but then his eyes stopped shining, the smile fell from his face, and he shrunk back down in his chair. “Is everything okay Charlie? You don’t seem like yourself”

“That’s because I’m not” you noticed the water well up in his eyes and suddenly clear as day you realized this Charlie that came home was broken.

“Charlie, it’s me. You can tell me anything” but you weren’t sure that was true anymore. He rarely wrote you this semester and he always wrote you. Maybe this Charlie had been around for a while.

“My life is a mess Y/N. I’ve lost so much, I’m not sure what to even live for anymore” your stomach twisted at his words. The Charlie you knew lived for adventure, trouble, romance, and experience. Now the one in front of you didn’t see anything good in the world anymore.

“Charlie, what’s going on? What happened?” you reached across the table for him, taking his hand into your own, your heart breaking at the sight of him so lost.

“Neil died Y/N” you gasped as you tightened your grip on his hand. You had met Neil the small handful of times he was actually allowed to visit in the summer. Never enough to get to know him but you did know he was Charlie’s best friend. The one person he relied on when he went back to school. “He killed himself and the school is blaming it on our English teacher, they wanted me to sign a paper saying it was true but I couldn’t because it isn’t true. They kicked me out and now I’ll never see any of my friends again”

“Oh my God” tears fell down the boys cheeks as he finally admitted all of this out loud. He didn’t get to say goodbye, he didn’t get a chance to tell Keating how much he did for him, and he had been alone with his parents who had been so disappointed in him that he bottled everything he was feeling up until he could’t feel anymore.

“I don’t understand how for the very first time in my life I felt like I was actually living it ended like this” you quickly stood and rushed over to his side of the table. Falling to your knees beside him you began to rub his back because this Charlie had every right to feel the way he did. He lost a friend, and in the wake of all of that he ended up losing everything else.

“Charlie, I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry this happened” you wanted to cry for him as he turned into your embrace, crying into your shoulder. You were the first person to comfort him since everything had happened. Since the moment he got the call about Neil he had to comfort everyone else and when his parents got there, they were too mad at him for getting expelled to comfort him over the loss of his friend.

“He was so young Y/N. You should’ve seen his smile the last night I saw him. He had so much to live for” he gripped onto you tightly as you continued to rub his back. You had never seen him break down like this before.

“Charlie, it’s okay. I’m here and everything is gonna turn out okay” you told him as he continued to hold you in his embrace. At least he still had you. Through it all at least he could always rely on you and now he just had to pray his parents wouldn’t send him somewhere far away because right now the only thing he could handle would be staying with you.

“I’m sorry I ruined dinner” he muttered into your neck and you shook your head, pulling back to look him in his eyes.

“You didn’t ruin it. I missed you and even though you got expelled I’m ecstatic to have you here” you told him with a soft smile and he chuckled as he wiped his tears away. “I should’ve poured you a bigger glass though”

“Finally being able to talk about it is comfort enough” he told you and you returned to your spot at the table. He instantly missed the feeling of you in his arms and made note to stay as close to you tonight as possible.

“The wine will still help” you offered as you picked up your glass. He picked up his own and looked at you with a curious expression. “To Neil, who was so full of life that not even life could fulfill him. And to you Charlie for being strong despite all the trauma the past few months have brought your way. Life will go on and you’ll feel guilty but soon, one day you’ll wake up, and it won’t hurt as much anymore. Then when you feel guilty for that you’ll have to remember that Neil would be proud that you tried to live your life as best as you could despite it all”

“Cheers” Charlie’s lips quivered as he spoke but he clicked his glass with your own and took a sip as he fought off the tears. He cried every night since Neil passed and he was so sick of crying.

“To you Y/N, for always knowing the right thing to say and being the first person to comfort me since I lost my best friend. And for being the one good thing about being back home. Then hopefully you’ll finally let me kiss you tonight” you both laughed as he did his own toast and clinked your glasses again.

“You’ve had the opportunity to kiss me since we were fifteen Charlie, I was never stopping you” you told him and just like that, slight mischief appeared behind his eyes as he smirked beck at you.

“Yeah, I stopped myself because it would hurt that much worse leaving you 9 months out of the year” he told you and you tilted your head as you furrowed your eyebrows together.

“And how well did that work out for you?” you asked and he chuckled, feeling much lighter since everything was off his chest now and he could feel normal being himself around you.

“Well I still missed you like crazy so apparently not that great, the only good thing about this semester was having the Dead poets to distract me from how much I wanted to see you” you both had never been this honest with each other but as of right now you had your entire future laying ahead of you and maybe for the first time you both actually had the choice to have each other in it.

“Well I missed you like crazy too, it feels like a fever dream having you here with me” you told him, finishing off your glass of wine.

“Well get used to it, because I’m sticking around” he told you and you shared a smile before you both finished your meal together. But sadly your parents would be home soon, and you could only spend so much time holding out a meal to stay together. So soon enough you had to walk him to the door.

“I’m glad you came” you said as you helped him into his jacket. He turned and smiled at you as he pulled his hat on his head and you smoothed out the front of his coat.

“Me too, I needed this” he said and you smiled as you looked up into his brown eyes that actually held a little more life in them than they did when he first got here.

“Let’s hangout tomorrow after school, we can go see a movie or something” he smiled and nodded as he started towards the door.

“Oh wait, I forgot something” he said as he turned back around and you gave him a confused look but before you knew it his lips were on your own. You gasped slightly as he tilted you back and kissed you hard. He kissed you like his whole life depended on it, and you could feel every thank you and how much he had wanted to do this behind it. Your body felt like jello and you didn’t think you had ever been kissed like that. Quickly he pulled you back upright and broke his mouth from your own, breathing heavily as he looked at you.

“Goodnight Y/N, I’ll see you tomorrow” he whispered and you nodded, unable to speak as he walked back to the door and slipped outside. You stood there, still shocked he had actually kissed you, and you were sure if you moved you were bound to fall.

And holy shit Charlie Dalton kissed you.

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[penmansparadise]

Eddie Munson ~ You’re Mine

*I DO NOT OWN THIS GIF* *CREDIT TO THE GIF OWNER*

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 4.9k

Warnings: SMUT 18 +.  Fingering.  Choking.  Spanking.  Hair Pulling.  Possessive Eddie.  Edging.  Unprotected sex.  Praising (Please let me know if I missed something)

a/n: I'm so sorry this request took a little longer to post.  I have been going through it lol.  But here it is!  This was requested from my Wattpad.  I want to make a disclosure for this one.  I mention hair pulling, and I don't usually mention hair or anything like that in my NEW one shots, so let me know if it's not appropriate or singles some readers out because I will change it if necessary.  I like to be as neutral as possible so that everyone can enjoy my stories.  So, please, let me know.  Also, mama Penman's Paradise is coming out lol.  This story does not use protection, but please do not have unprotected sex y'all.  It is so dangerous and unsafe, and unless you're ready to have a baby, don't do it.  Always use some form of contraception, okay?  Okay.  Now that I got that out of the way, my next post will be a Henry Creel/001 smut and then, FINALLY, a male reader story (I know some of my readers have been waiting for that).  I am packing to travel, so bare with me if it takes a little longer for the next few stories to be posted.  As always, thank you all for the support, and I hope you enjoy this one!

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You opened your locker and began gathering the things you’d need for the weekend with a sigh. For some reason, teachers never understood that students did not want to do homework on the only two days off during the week. Yet they still assigned work each weekend. You placed a couple textbooks in your bag and when you looked up again, hanging right where you put it a few months ago was a photo of you and Eddie. Your lips lifted into a smile as you looked at it. You and Eddie had been dating for eight months. You met when you and your mother moved to the Forest Trailer Park, but you didn’t start hanging out until the summer before senior year. During those couple of months, you and he got really close, spending almost every waking moment with one another. At first, you were worried that when school started back up, he would forget about you, but you were pleasantly surprised when he started offering you rides and invited you to eat lunch with him and his friends. It only took Eddie a month into senior year to ask you to be his girlfriend, which you enthusiastically accepted.

Once the two of you started dating, it didn’t take long for you to figure out that Eddie was insecure about your relationship. He would constantly tell you that you were out of his league and that you deserved someone better. So, you would always reassure him that he was perfect for you, followed by plenty of kisses and cuddles. But soon, Eddie started to grow possessive of you. You noticed it when he started to hold you a little tighter when Steve, one of your best friends, was around. He wouldn’t let you sit anywhere but his lap, and his hands never left your body. When you brought it up to him, Eddie just told you that he wanted to make sure everyone knew you were his and then dropped the subject.

You were pulled out of your thoughts by the sound of someone knocking on your locker door.

“Knock, knock,” Steve said, slightly shutting the metal door to expose himself.

You chuckled and shut it the rest of the way.

“Hey, Steve. What’s up?”

“So,” Steve said, moving to stand in front of you, “my parents are out of town tonight.”

You rolled your eyes and tried to walk away, but Steve’s hand grabbing your forearm stopped you. You turned back to him and yanked your arm from his hold.

“Steve, no.”

“What?” He asked, whining a little. “Come on. It’ll be good for us. We need a night to just get shit-faced drunk and be stupid teens.”

Your eyes widened, and your jaw dropped.

“Need I remind you, Steve, the last time you held a get-together-”

“I know what happened the last time, Y/N.” He shook his head. “But it’s different now. All that Upside Down shit is over.”

Steve nudged your shoulder.

“Come on. You and Eddie can come, and I’ll invite Nancy, Jonathan, Robin, and a few others. It’ll be fun.”

You just stared at your friend for a beat. He raised his eyebrows.

“So? What do you say?”

The two of you just held the other’s gaze until you heaved a sigh.

“Fine. What time?”

Steve started to smile like a little kid.

“Eight o clock,” he said as he began to walk away. “I’ll see you two later.”

Before you could turn around to see who he was referring to, Eddie’s arm snaked around your waist, pulling you tight to his side. You looked at your boyfriend and nuzzled into him.

“Hey, baby.”

His eyes weren’t on you, though. Instead, Eddie’s stare was locked on Steve’s retreating figure.

“Hey,” he said, voice sounding distant. “What, uh, what did Steve want?”

You tried to pull out of Eddie’s grip, but his hand stayed firmly on your waist.

“He’s hosting a party tonight. It’s at eight, and I said we would go.”

Eddie’s lips formed into a straight line, and his stare hardened a little. His body went rigid, and you furrowed your eyebrows, looking at him.

“Unless you don’t want to go. I can tell him we won’t be there.”

Your statement had him relaxing against you. He turned his stare to you, smiled, and shook his head. It always amazed you how he could change his attitude so quickly when he looked at you. It made you melt every time. Eddie cupped your cheek and rubbed his thumb in tiny circles.

“No, baby, it’s alright.” He placed a sweet kiss on your nose. “If my girl wants to get all dressed up and go to a party, then that’s what we’re gonna do.”

Your stomach did a somersault as you bit your bottom lip. Even after eight months, you couldn’t figure out how Eddie still managed to give you butterflies like you had just met. You leaned into him and pressed your lips to his. Even with your eyes closed, you could feel him smile into the kiss, making your heart flutter. When you pulled back, Eddie gave you a small peck, then led you to his van.

The drive back to the trailer park was quick. Eddie let you ramble on about how you couldn’t believe Ms. O’Donnell assigned a whole paper over the weekend and how excited you were to go to Steve’s party. Before you knew it, he was pulling in front of your house. It wasn’t as if you lived far from one another. In fact, you could see Eddie’s trailer from yours, but he still insisted that he drop you off every time. You gave a quick goodbye kiss before hopping out and entering your home. It wouldn’t be long before Eddie would be back. He didn’t stay far for very long. So, you went to your room and started working on your paper. You were so wrapped up in the assignment that you didn’t realize the afternoon had gotten away from you until a light knock came from your front door, and Eddie entered.

“Babe?” You heard him shout from the living room. “It’s just me. I’m coming in, so don’t freak out.”

Your head swiveled to the clock and realized it was already past dinner.

“Son of a bitch,” you whispered to yourself as you stood from your desk and hurried to your closet.

Eddie walked into your room just as you were rustling through your clothes. When you looked over at him, a tiny chuckle fell from your lips. He was wearing the same black distressed jeans, leather jacket, and Dio denim vest he wore to school. The only thing he changed was his shirt from his Hell Fire top to a black v-neck. Even though he didn’t do much, his version of getting dressed up still made him look amazing. Something about the way his guitar pick chain hung over his chest made your legs tighten. You quickly looked away and grabbed an outfit from your closet. You paired some high-waisted jeans with an off-the-shoulder top that showed a little bit of midriff. Eddie watched you as you moved around your room, putting the finishing touches on your look. When you were standing in front of your mirror, making sure everything looked perfect, he stood up from your bed and moved to stand behind you. His hands traveled from your exposed shoulders down your arms. He leaned forward and planted a kiss on your neck. His curls tickled your skin, and you could feel the goosebumps rising anywhere his hands touched. He looked at you through the mirror, and you asked, “You ready to go?”

A small smirk pulled at his lips.

“I don’t know,” he said, kissing every inch of bare skin his lips could find. “Maybe we could be a little late, if you know what I mean.”

Your stomach did a flip as you moved your head out of the way to give him better access to your neck. His hands found your waist, and he pulled your body flush with his. You could feel his heart racing in his chest and him growing harder with every kiss he planted on your body. A small moan fell from your lips, and you could feel him smile against you. Every part of you reacted to him. Your heart fluttered, and your core clenched. You couldn’t think of a time he didn’t have that effect on you. But just as his fingers found the button of your jeans, you slowly turned in his arms to face him.

“Maybe later, baby. We have a party to get to, remember?”

Eddie rolled his eyes with a groan but nodded nonetheless.

By the time you got to Steve’s house, the place was packed, forcing Eddie to park a little farther down the road. Once his van was in park, you both got out and headed for Steve’s house. You could hear the music blasting from down the road, and by the time you reached Steve’s driveway, your whole body was vibrating from the bass. It was a good thing Steve practically lived in the middle of nowhere because had there been neighbors, the police would have already shut down the party. Teenagers you recognized as your classmates littered the front yard. There were definitely more than a few people, like Steve had originally said. You and Eddie entered the house and did your best to navigate your way through the mob of people. When you finally reached an opening, you saw Steve standing by a beer pong table. A wide smile spread across your face when you saw your friend. You went to move closer to him, but Eddie’s arm snaked around your waist, pulling you into his side. You looked at him, but before you could say anything, Steve approached you two.

“Hey!” He shouted over the loud music. “You two finally made it!”

His words were slurring, and he was a bit wobbly on his feet.

“I’ve been getting my ass kicked because I didn’t have my pong buddy,” Steve said, nudging your shoulder.

You laughed at him. It wasn’t very often you saw Steve let loose, and when he did, it was always so out of character that it was comical.

“Well, I’m here now. Shall we?”

Steve hooted before turning back to the people standing around the table. You gave Eddie a quick kiss and went to follow Steve, but Eddie’s grip tightened on your hip. When you turned to look at him again, you noticed he wasn’t focused on you. His stare was hard as he watched Steve saunter back to the pong table. His lips were in a straight line, and his usually warm eyes were cold.

“Hey,” you said, placing a hand on his cheek, “everything okay?”

His grip loosened, and he pulled his arm away from your body. His stature was still rigid.

“Yeah,” he said, giving you a weak smile. “I’m just gonna go get something to drink.”

Eddie placed a kiss on the top of your head before walking away. You made your way to the pong table and joined Steve. It took you a few drinks to loosen up, but once you did, you and Steve dominated. Every couple that came up against you two left drunker than they were when they started the game. Together, you and Steve were undefeated.

You could feel a good buzz coursing through your veins as you tossed the ball and sunk it into one of the cups. You threw your arms in the air, cheering before wrapping them around Steve’s neck. He lifted you up and spun you around, hollering as well. The other team attempted to sink their ball and missed. Steve picked up the ball and threw it. You all watched as the tiny sphere plopped into the last cup. You and Steve cheered, and he picked you up again. Both of you were laughing and celebrating your fifth win of the night. When Steve finally placed you back on the floor, you turned to try and find Eddie. At first, you couldn’t find him until your eyes landed on his figure leaning against the far wall. The cold look from before was on his face. One of his hands was balled into a fist at his side as he sipped his drink. At first, he wasn’t looking at you, but when his hard stare finally met yours, it didn’t soften. His eyes were darker than you were used to, and something inside you awoke. You weren’t sure if it was the alcohol or if that was just the effect he had on you. But either way, you left the pong table and Steve behind, gravitating toward Eddie like a sailor to a siren’s call. Eddie’s eyes never left you as you walked across the room, and when you reached him, his arm immediately wrapped around you. His hand was unusually low on your back, causing your already racing heart to nearly explode.

“Are you okay?” You asked, the question coming out a little breathier than you had intended.

Being so close to him, you could see how dark Eddie’s eyes truly were. They were like two black holes, and you so badly wanted to be sucked into them. Eddie’s arm tightened around your waist before he turned and started walking the two of you away from the flock of people. He moved you through the crowd until you were walking out onto Steve’s pool deck. There were a few people sitting outside smoking, so Eddie guided you to a more secluded area. When he was sure no one was near the two of you, he took a seat, then pulled you onto his lap. He made sure your back was pressed against his chest. His hands rested on your thighs, and his mouth found your neck almost instantly. You sucked in a breath at the unexpected feel of his lips on your bare skin.

“Eddie, what’s going on?” You asked, trying your best to not give away the fact that you were slowly getting turned on.

Eddie nipped at your neck before his lips brushed against your ear.

“Do you enjoy making me jealous?”

His fingers started tracing circles on your thighs, moving up and down and sending chills running down your spine. You swallowed a moan.

“What?”

His lips peppered kisses down your neck and to your shoulder.

“You know,” he began. “Hanging all over Steve and spending the majority of your night with him instead of me. So, I will ask again.”

His fingers dug into your thighs, and you could feel your core tighten.

“Do you enjoy making me jealous?”

He dragged the back of his fingers up your legs until they found your midriff. They brushed over the button on your jeans before he started to tug on your waistband. You could feel yourself getting wetter by the second and aching for him to devour every inch of your body. But when you didn’t answer his question, Eddie nipped at your ear lobe and said lowly, “You know I don’t like when you hang around other guys.”

You shut your eyes and leaned your head back just slightly.

“Why is that?”

“Because,” he growled, “you’re mine.”

You could feel Eddie’s erection, and you couldn’t help but grind into him a little. He let out a few quiet moans into your ear, lighting a fire within you. You grinded a little longer until you couldn’t handle the ache that you felt in your core any longer.

“I want to go,” you said, breathless. “I want to go back to the van.”

You didn’t have to see Eddie’s face to see the sly smirk that was playing on his lips as he said, “As you wish, babe.”

He stood, and his hands were on your waist as he walked you back into the house. You were bumping into people, but you didn’t care. All you cared about was getting into the van and getting back to your house so Eddie could have his way with you. But Steve called after you and stopped you.

“Hey! You’re leaving already?” He shouted from the living room.

You went to turn around to answer him when Eddie released your hips, grabbed your hand, and dragged you away from him. It was hard to keep pace with him as he towed you through the party and out the front door. Eddie never looked back, though. With each step he took, the music and people slowly started to fall away until it was just the two of you at his van. You went to move toward the passenger side door, but Eddie pulled you away. You furrowed your eyebrows at him, but before you could ask him what he was doing, he spoke.

“Where do you think you’re going?” He asked as he opened the back of the van.

There was a blanket and a few pillows thrown haphazardly on top of it. You didn’t know how you missed it when you first got in the van, but it didn’t matter. Eddie was holding his hand out, and you didn’t hesitate to take it and climb in. Eddie followed you before shutting the doors, plunging you into near darkness. The moon shining through the windshield was the only light illuminating the inside of the van. It cast shadows over Eddie’s face that made him look darker than usual. He looked like a predator, and you felt like you were his prey, sitting under his calculating stare. Your heart was racing in anticipation. All you wanted was Eddie’s hands all over your body. You wanted to feel his tongue trace every hill and canyon on your body. Your legs clenched at the thought.

You sat under Eddie’s stare for another minute before crawling closer to him and planting your lips on his. It was hungry and fervent. Your hands cupped his cheeks as you tried to get as close to him as humanly possible. But your efforts were shot down when Eddie’s fingers curled around your wrists and pulled you off him. You looked at him with bewilderment. He pushed you back into a sitting position and released your hands. His eyes were lustful as he looked at you. It was a look you weren’t used to, but you liked it. He licked his lips.

“You’ve been a bad girl tonight, Y/N. So, you’re not in charge. I am. Understand?”

Your mouth was watering, and your body was buzzing. You wanted to disregard what Eddie was saying and pounce on top of him. You wanted him undressed, and on top of you so badly you could just rip his clothes off. But you didn’t. Instead, you just nodded and said, “Mhm.”

A smirk pulled at Eddie’s lips.

“Good, girl,” he said before nodding toward you. “Now, undress for me.”

You were like putty in his hands. Without hesitation, you wiggled out of your clothes, leaving you completely nude in front of him. The eagerness you were feeling was a wild thing inside of you. It was almost too much to contain as you sat there, waiting for him to put his hands on you. But he didn’t move right away. Instead, Eddie’s eyes traveled the entire length of your body. He was taking every inch of you in like he was trying to memorize you. You were already squirming, but the way he looked at you made you want him even more than before. When his eyes crawled back up to meet yours, he leaned forward, pushed you back, and pinned your body down with his. The rough fabric of his denim jack against your bare nipples was sensational. You bucked your hips up a little and were met with the cold metal of Eddie’s handcuff belt. You sucked in a breath at the unexpected sensation, but you didn’t stop moving your hips. His belt was in the perfect spot to rub against your clit, and you were desperate. You needed to feel some friction. But Eddie wasn’t having it. He placed one of his hands on your hip, shoving it down against the blanket.

“I didn’t tell you to do that, did I?”

You were practically shaking. Between how husky his voice was and the feeling of his body pressed against yours, you weren’t sure how much longer you were going to last. You shook your head.

“No.”

Eddie leaned his face a little closer to yours, his dark curls creating a curtain over the two of you.

“Keep being bad and see what happens, Y/N.”

Before you could even comprehend what he had said, his lips pressed against yours before making their trek south. They traveled over your neck, then over your breast. He licked your nipple, then kept going down your navel and over your hip bones before he was hovering over your core. You could feel his warm breath teasing you. He took his forefinger and rubbed it over your core before pulling it up into the light. It was glistening, and he hummed in approval.

“So wet, baby.”

He didn’t waste another minute before moving his hand back down and sliding his middle finger inside of you. A long moan fell from your lips at finally feeling even just a part of him touching where you most wanted him. He did a few strokes before adding his ring finger as well. You shut your eyes and dipped your head back. With each stroke, you could feel the cool of his rings brushing up against your pussy. The sweet contrast between the warmth of his fingers and his cold rings was enough to send you over the edge. But then Eddie moved his thumb over your clit and started to rub soft, small circles. You couldn’t help the moans that were pouring out of you at the feeling of his fingers sliding in and out of you. Eddie was taking his time. Each stroke was slow and measured. He made sure the length of his fingers went all the way in before he curled them and pulled them out. His thumb played with your clit, carefully rubbing round and round, making you a moaning mess. And you wanted more. So, you planted your feet and started to thrust into Eddie’s fingers. The extra depth made you moan even louder, but it didn’t last long. As soon as you started to lift your hips, Eddie quickly removed his fingers from you.

Your eyes shot open, and you looked at him with a whine.

“Why did you stop?”

Eddie took his jackets off, pulled his shirt over his head, then started unbuckling his pants.

“Roll over,” he ordered.

“But I was enjoying-”

Eddie’s hand was around your throat, stopping your sentence. His calloused fingers gripped the sides of your neck, pressing his rings into your skin. You knew that they were going to leave a mark, but you could care less. He leaned a little closer to you until his face was only inches from yours.

“I said, roll over.”

His hand released your throat, then grabbed your hips and flipped you onto your belly. You could hear him remove his pants before his hands lifted you onto your knees. He ran a hand over your spine, causing you to arch your back into his touch. His rings burned a trail from your ass up to the back of your head. He grabbed a handful of your hair and pulled your head back.

“You’ve been bad all night,” he said, slapping your ass.

You sucked in a breath before a smile pulled at your lips.

“You didn’t want to listen to me when I just told you to stay still.” Another slap. “And you wanted to be all over another guy at the party.” Another slap.

His free hand slid under your torso until it found your throat again. His bare body was leaning over yours, and you could feel his hard erection against your ass. You looked at him through the corner of your eye.

“I’m gonna show you what happens to my girl when she doesn’t listen,” he said before releasing your throat and sliding into you without warning.

You gasped at how full you felt suddenly, but that gasp quickly turned into a moan. Eddie thrusted into you hard, and you gasped again.

“You’re mine, Y/N,” he grunted out with each thrust. “And I’m gonna make sure everyone knows.”

He pushed into you again. Every thrust was rough and unmeasured, but he hit your pleasure spot each time. You felt one of his hands leave your hips and slide up your back again. He grabbed another handful of hair, yanking your head back. You let out a long, loud moan that melted into Eddie’s groans. The sound of skin smacking against skin and pleasure pouring from both of you filled the van. You were breathing heavily, and so was Eddie. The windows began to fog, and you could feel sweat beading up on your back.

Eddie released your hair, running his hand down the length of your back before slapping your ass and sliding it over your thigh until it found your clit. He rubbed circle after circle in time with his rough thrusts. Your knees were hurting, and you were sure they were going to be bruised. But you didn’t care. All you cared about was how Eddie found a way to let his fingers and rings rub against you in perfect sync creating a sensation you had never felt before.

You were moaning and didn’t even care how loud you were. You could feel yourself getting closer and closer with every circle Eddie’s fingers made. Your whole body was shaking, and you could feel yourself starting to clench around Eddie. He pushed into you a few more times before pulling out and removing his hand from your clit. You let out a frustrated groan before Eddie flipped you over without warning. He threw your legs wide, positioned himself over you, then shoved himself into you again. You threw your head back and moaned, long and low. But Eddie grabbed your face, his fingers pressing into both your cheeks and forced you to look at him.

“I want to watch you go, baby. I want to see just how good I make you feel.”

His fingers dug into your cheeks as he thrusted deeper and deeper into you. He used his free hand to grab one of yours and place it over your clit. You didn’t have to ask what he wanted you to do. Without even thinking about it, you started to pleasure yourself as he slammed into you. Eddie watched your hand go to work and groaned.

“Oh, good girl,” Eddie said, dragging out the word “good.” “Keep going, baby.”

Eddie’s praise nearly sent you over the edge. You wanted to hear him call you a “good girl” over and over again. Your breathing was uneven as you whimpered with pleasure. Eddie’s hand never left your face, and with every rough thrust, you could feel his fingers dig deeper into your cheeks. You could feel yourself getting closer, your core clenching around Eddie. You could tell he was getting closer by how sloppy he was getting.

“Say my name, baby,” he begged you, and you obliged.

“Oh, Eddie,” you moaned, “I’m so close. Please, don’t stop.”

His hand slid from your face down to your throat, fingers pressing into the sides of your neck. You could feel his rings imprinting themselves into your skin. You rubbed faster, and Eddie slammed into you harder. You could feel your stomach tightening as your climax got closer and closer until, finally, you were unraveling. Your body trembled underneath Eddie’s as he thrusted into you several more times before he came inside of you. He stayed on top of you for another second before finally pulling out and falling next to you. Both of you were breathing heavily and glistening with sweat. The windows were fogged over, and you were sure that it would be a dead giveaway what just went down if anyone happened to walk by the van. You looked over to Eddie and took him in for a second before he finally turned to look at you too.

“You wanna swing by the diner for something to eat?” Eddie asked, his voice low.

You couldn’t help the chuckle that bubbled out of you at his question.

“It’s late, though.”

He shrugged.

“Yeah, but I could really go for some waffles right now.”

A smile spread across your lips, and you nodded.

“Okay.”

Eddie jumped up and started handing you your clothes before he got dressed. When you were both decent again, he helped you climb into the front seat and then joined you. He took your hand in his and drove off toward the diner. You stared at him. There was no doubt that you were absolutely in love with him. You pulled your bottom lip between your teeth and made a mental note: you would definitely be bad more often if that was the kind of treatment you’d get.  

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Hey loveee can you do a yunho smut if s/o teasing him all day secretly infront of the boys (like during a hang out or something) and then he snapped. Which yunho and s/o left the hang out early cuz he will be giving a ‘punishment’

Tease Me More 》 J. Yunho

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𝑷𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈: Jeong Yunho x Female Reader

𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: swearing, public sex, teasing, praising, mention of voyeurism, biting kink, degradation, overstimulation, ddlg role-play (mentioned once or twice), squirting, oral (male receiving)

𝑮𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆: smut

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𝑺𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚: Yunho loves bringing you along when he goes out with his friends. He loves your energy, your humour and your personality. It's usually a peaceful ride wherever you go, but today a sixth friend decides to join, forcing you to sit on Yunho's lap for the rest of the ride. Lots of crowded lanes and a delayed arrival, your squirming due to the summer heat and Yunho not getting any release for almost a week mean bad(read: good) news for you.

𝑵𝒐𝒕𝒆: Y'all know that video of Yunho spinning that CD in the album with his finger? Yeah. Also that video in one of their lives with that deep ass voice? Yeah.

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You knew Wooyoung and San were funny and loud. What you didn't know was they had this obsession with energy drinks and those mini bottled cocktails. It's a hot sunny day, and you've been in the car for thirty minutes and already had enough. They were already tipsy and a bit too much to handle. The beach was not too far away, but it was Saturday and lots of people were using their day off to cool off in the inviting sea. The AC in the car wasn't properly working, and your bare warm legs touching Yunho's as you sat on his lap only made you want to jump out of the window and crawl to the beach. Hongjoong peacefully drove his brand new Jeep, stopping once in a while at the traffic lights or letting people into the lane.

Your skin was sticking to your boyfriends, and every once in a while, you moved so you can peel yourself off of him. His hands rested on your waist, thumbs gently caressing your skin over the beach dress. He had his nose buried into your hair, enjoying the silky feeling of it and the smell of coconut. Yunho was drained, he had zero energy left from the hard training session the day before. He just wanted to lay on his watermelon floatie and doze off in the middle of the sea.

Yunho was imagining the cold drops of the salty water against his skin, and it was already a big relief. The AC blew warm air into his face, but Yunho was already at the beach. His hands are swinging from the floatie into the cool water, distancing him from the shore and into the peaceful deeper sea. He could taste the salt on his lips. His eyes burned with that weird sensation after diving into the water, and the smell of the sunscreen and the floatie took him back to his childhood. Away from the stage, away from the stares, and away from the judging mirror in the practice room.

Yunho was back in the car when he felt friction between his legs. You squirmed again, desperately trying to find an area that wasn't burning so you can sit. Your dress had climbed up, and your bottom was now clearly rubbing against him. Intentional or not, Yunho needed you to stop.

"Love-"

"I'm uncomfortable." You whine, squirming again.

"We'll be there soon." He sighs, then places his hands on your hips to prevent you from moving.

"But Yunho-"

Yunho then pulls a lock of your hair, then places his lips next to your ear. You almost moan at the sensation of your hair getting pulled, but he stops you by putting his hand over your mouth.

"Be good."

And two words were enough to make you calm down. The dominant energy Yunho kept emitting even in non-sexual situations made you feel... sexual.

Yunho let go of your face, then placed his hand at your lower stomach. He applied pressure every once in a while, giving it gentle massages in hopes to keep you patient. It wasn't the beach you were impatient about. It was Yunho. His scent was suddenly all over you, and his skin against yours now felt pleasing. Oh, how hot he was. He wore his black swimming shorts, a dark blue summer shirt, sunglasses, and your favorite, rings. His hair was messy and sweaty at his forehead, making him look additionally hot and fucked out. You want him. You want him so bad.

Your hand innocently lays on his thigh, giving it gentle squeezes. It then reaches behind your back in an attempt to fix the beach dress. Instead of that, you end up brushing your hand against him. You almost smile and sigh with satisfaction. He was ready. You just needed to get a hold of him. Your bottom rubbed up and down his clothed shaft, and you could feel his breathing slow down on your neck. His fingers teasingly rub the area just above your briefs. You're already deep in, but he will join you soon.

His fingers dip under the dress, his hot skin and cool rings finally touching you like you want to. He traces the area around your clit. Each circle is painfully slow, so slow that you want to cry out of pleasure. His fingers finally press on your clit, making your head fall back against his shoulder.

"Head up." He orders.

San was full of energy that needed to be unleashed, and both you and Yunho were thankful for that right now. He was enthusiastic about a game he had bought on Steam, and the rest of the group was carefully listening, leaving Yunho to do his little dirty job.

You bring your head back up, only to let it fall to the front. The pleasure felt so intense, you couldn't help yourself. You were already falling apart in his arms. Yunho wasn't having it with your disobedience. He pulls your hair again, making you whimper and look in front of you. San glances at your face, and Yunho pulls his hand back and pretends to sleep. Once San made sure you're okay, he goes on to talk about the amazing discount and why everyone should get that game. You're even starting to get invested into the conversation, until your boyfriend's hand reaches into your briefs again.

His fingers are spreading your lips apart, while his middle finger is giving maximum attention to your clit. The pace is driving you crazy. It's slow, gentle, and Yunho was surely going to do this for at least another thirty minutes. The beach was so far away now, even though you could see the sea over all of the lanes and cars.

Your hands are gripping his thighs, and you close your eyes in an attempt to focus on the upcoming orgasm. You're not proud of yourself, but you'll gladly take two right now. He pulls your hair again, this time leaving his hand in it and making your head turn towards the mirror at the front. His sunglasses are now resting on top of his head, and his eyes are piercing into yours through the mirror. You feel very hot, not just because of the weather. Yunho pulls his hand away, only to spread your legs a little more and pull your panties aside. He dips his fingers down, just to see how wet you are.

"Oh, you poor thing. You need a cock."

"Shut up," you warn, looking over at the boys to see if they're really that oblivious to what's happening.

"I know you get off to my dirty talk, don't try pretending it bothers you."

"I do, but now is not the time to—"

He inserts his fingers into you, thumb resting at your clit and rubbing it. You want to scream and cry from pleasure, but all you can do is rest your head on his chest and pretend to look through the window while you quietly moan in his ear.

"Keep your mouth shut if you want to cum."

You whimper as a response. That's all you're able to do right now anyway. His fingers curl inside of you, then slowly start moving in and out. Your dress is covering your bottom and his hand, so if any of them look over, Yunho can just pretend to caress your thighs and or stomach. He thought this through.

You feel him shuffle underneath you, his hand doing something in the back. He lifts you up for a moment, only to let you sink down on his cock.

"Oh—"

"Silence," he warns, grabbing your face and pressing his lips on yours.

He lets the dress fall over both of you, but doesn't remove his hand. He's toying with your clit, rubbing it up and down, then in circles, not once speeding up the pace. Your breathing is becoming difficult, and your heart is beating fast. Adrenaline is washing over your body, making you even hope that one of them is watching. It would be incredibly hot to watch someone get off to the sight of you and Yunho fucking and kissing. You pull away and bite down on your lip to hold back noises. Big mistake.

"Fuck, baby. You in a mood for biting?" Yunho puts his finger in front of your mouth, waiting for you to open up for him. You part your lips, gently taking in his finger between your teeth and biting down. "Good girl."

You only manage to look up into his eyes in the way you know will drive him crazy. Your big eyes and slightly scrunched eyebrows with a gentle pout that screams fuck me.

"You'll be the end of me," he whispers, then inserts another finger in your mouth.

Yunho doesn't move his cock. Instead, he just lets you sit there and occasionally gives your clit a few rubs. The intense eye contact is too much for you to handle. You remove his fingers from your mouth, then dive into his lips. The man doesn't mind at all. He cups your cheek, bringing your face and body closer to him. Yunho isn't really a rough kisser. He likes it gentle and deep. His tongue is passionately caressing yours, and he hates to admit it, but he could orgasm just from kissing and watching that fucked face of ours. He sucks your bottom lip, the the top one, then gently bites it.

"I fucking adore your lips," he whispers into your mouth. "So fucking sweet."

When Yunho starts swearing, you know he wants it bad. He pulls away, cupping your jaw with his hand and makes you look up at him once again. You're all red and puffy, lips plump and glistening because of him. He chuckles, then caresses your cheek with his ringed fingers to soothe it.

"You're gonna have to finish what you started, love."

"I didn't start anything," you act dumb and innocent.

"As if I don't know that my pretty girl is also a big tease. You always tease when you're not supposed to, and we both know where that brings you. Acting all confident and brave, but the moment you're alone with me, you turn into the biggest needy slut anyone has ever seen."

You lower your head to hide your smirk. It will only make your grave deeper. But Yunho isn't having it today. He yanks your hair again, this time keeping his hand there.

"I'm going to fuck you so good you'll forget where we are going."

This time you fail to hide your smile. He raises his eyebrow and laughs in disbelief.

"I forgot just how smart you are. You know what's coming, and you enjoy it, don't you?"

"Of course I do," you reply, then get closer so you can deliver your final teasing move: your tongue peeks out to lick his still red lips.

The car stops, and Hongjoong announces they have arrived. Yunho presses your head against his chest, then tells you to close your eyes. You can hear everyone exiting the car, but Yunho isn't moving.

"Yunho, let's go."

"You go, I'll have to wake her up first. You know how cranky she gets when she wakes up."

"Here are the keys then. If I don't find my car here when we get back, just know that for a short man, I have a lot of anger in me."

"I know that."

"Dickhead."

"Fuck off."

The doors are slammed shut, and Yunho still isn't moving. He's probably waiting for them to reach a certain distance before he can slam you down on his cock and make you beg for it. Just before you open your mouth to ask if they're gone, Yunho throws you on the seats so your ass is up. You moan at the sweet pain and the thoughts of what's coming next.

"You love being a toy, don't you? You love being thrown around, fucked like there's no tomorrow and degraded like a dirty whore?"

You don't answer. Yunho then pulls your hair one more time, enough so he is able to look into your eyes from that position. One thing Yunho absolutely adores is how quickly you turn vulnerable. He could do anything he wants to you, but he doesn't have much time. He'll have to settle for a quick fuck, maybe eating you out as a form of punishment for your behaviour. You can't stand overstimulation, and he knows that very well. He gladly uses that when you misbehave.

He yanks your briefs down to your knees, then flips your dress so that he can see what mess you made. He is satisfied with the amount of arousal there is between your legs. More than enough for him to slide in with no difficulty and giving you the best orgasm you ever had. Yunho then goes back to looking into your eyes. You notice how dark they've gotten due to his expanded pupils. He then places his hand on your neck, still keeping your head thrown back so he can look at you.

"I'm going to fuck you now." He announces, and you don't get a chance to answer. He slides in with force, hips colliding with your ass so harsh it echoes in the car.

"Fuck—" you yelp, hands reaching towards anything for support. You settle for holding onto the door.

He pulls out slowly, then forcefully goes in again. His stare is as hot as the air in the car. He looks absolutely delicious, and you want a taste of him as soon as possible. Your body is trembling from pleasure, but you still want more of him. You want all of him.

"Yunho—" you moan out, eyes rolling back each time he snaps his hips into yours.

"You wanted it. Now take it."

His other hand is holding onto your ass, every now and then delivering a spank. You're lucky you don't have to do anything. Otherwise you'd be zero help. You let loud and needy moans shamelessly travel to his ears, and you aren't even aware of just how risky the location for having sex is. Anyone could walk by and see you getting pounded by this incredibly skilled and handsome man.

"This is the last time you pull something like this in front of my friends, understood?"

When you moan instead of replying, Yunho spanks your ass again. You jolt to the front to get away from any more, but quickly go back to press your cheeks to his hips.

"Understood?"

"No promises," you choke out.

His hips stop, and you know you fucked up. Knowing him, he could just leave you like this and go to the beach like nothing happened. But Yunho is having too much fun to let go so soon. You see him lick his lips in an attempt to stop himself from smirking. Outside of all the dirty talk, he loves it when you're confident. He loves it when you're bratty. It means he can use you however he wants to as a form of punishment, and both of you will enjoy it. In conclusion, Yunho loves everything you do. From all the innocent lip bites to the fuck me gaze you like to give him while you're in public.

His tongue presses into the inside of his cheek. He takes a few moments to decide what to do with you. He could just bend you over outside on Hongjoong's freshly cleaned Jeep and fuck you so good you don't even need anything other than water and him. Yunho has time for that. For now, he decides to flip you over on your back and lift your leg over his shoulder. You're already spread out and ready for him.

"The only good thing you did today. Good girl."

You melt at his praise, hands reaching towards him and pulling him into a kiss. You feel his hot tip rubbing at your folds, but not yet entering. His tongue his carefully giving attention to your lips, tongue, neck, collarbones, until he reaches your breasts. He pinches your nipple. Once, then twice. He loves how your body responds to him. You're a trembling mess, and he isn't even inside you.

You whine, hands now reaching towards your folds to spread them open.

"You know the magic words, love."

"Daddy please."

"That's my girl."

And just like that, Yunho is thrusting into you with ease. Both of you are a sweaty mess, but neither of you let go of the other. Bodies and lips pressed together, Yunho enjoyed every single second in the car. His hands are holding onto your waist, occasionally slamming your body into his hips. You're a moaning mess, fingers grabbing at the fogged window behind you and hair sticking to your red face.

"Fuck, right there—" you moan out when he lifts your lower body from the seats and gains access to more area inside you. "You keep doing that and I'm going to squirt all over you and your friends car."

He chuckles at your warning. "Don't you worry about that. Just tell me when you're close."

It takes a few more hipthrusts and clit rubs to send you close to the edge. Fear is slowly starting to form inside you. You really don't want to ruin Hongjoong's car. He worked hard for it and was proudly showing it off.

"Yunho—"

"You close, love?"

"Yes, fuck yes."

The man looks through the windows, and once he makes sure nobody is around, he picks you up and turns you around so that your back is facing him. He opens the door, then sits on the edge of the seats with you on his lap. His cock is still deep inside you, hips not once stopping the movements. His fingers reach to your clit, now rubbing it faster and harder than before.

"Feel good?"

You aren't even moaning anymore. You're just a groaning and a whimpering mess. You're right there at the edge. Just takes a drop to spill the water from the glass. You throw your head back on his shoulder, fingers tangling into his hair and pulling it as you feel your body fall apart. The pleasure washes over your body and hits your lower stomach harsh. You're shaking, body still processing the intense orgasm. You feel liquid pour over your legs, and you hope nothing got inside. Yunho doesn't stop his movements. He's still rubbing you, overstimulating you so bad you want to cry.

"Stop, please," you beg.

"Do you really mean that?" He groans into your ear.

"No," you admit.

His hand is wet with your liquid and arousal, and he's gladly using it as a lube. Yunho is getting close. You know that because his dirty talk has come to a stop and his teeth are sinking into your shoulder.

"Fuck, baby— so pretty and tight for me—" He chokes out the last bits of his dirty talk.

You're at cloud nine, feeling more sweet pain than pleasure at this point.

"I'm cumming, where do—"

You get up, his cock slipping out of you. You drop on your knees, stick your tongue out and cup his base. He's mercilessly working on his shaft, not changing the rhythm. His chest is quickly rising and falling, and his sighs and groans are turning into true moans. You push his hands away, then take him in your mouth.

You swirl your tongue around his tip, then suck harshly on it. He almost loses his mind. He has to hold onto the seats and your head for support. Your hands are massaging the rest of his cock you can't fit, and just after a few moments, Yunho falls apart in your hands.

"Fuuuck," he moans out, hips unconsciously thrusting upwards to ride out his orgasm.

You swallow the liquid slowly, biting back a grimace at the taste. You don't want to ruin the moment. Besides, he was so good to you. Why not treat him?

He brings his head down, eyes looking deep into yours once again.

"You're doing this again, aren't you?"

"Of course I am, daddy."

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[bibuddie]

in a flash

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his brain didn't register the sensation of his body smashing into the asphalt, nor did it alert him to the chaos it sent his team into. no, his brain had a much bigger agenda to attend to. his vision turned white as searing pain made him breathless for a milisecond, before he allowed the darkness to consume him whole.

(or: buck has a near death experience, ruminates on the past, and thinks about his future.)

spoilers for 6x11! tw for mentions of canon-typical injury!

they say that when you’re about to die, your life flashes before your eyes. a highlight reel, showing you all the key moments that defined your time. nobody remembers their 7th birthday or what they had for lunch on the third tuesday of their thirty-second year. it’s the big things, that’s what buck always thought.

until lightning struck.

lightning struck, and suddenly buck was weightless, flying through the air. in the three or four seconds it took for him to hit the ground, he wasn’t afraid. he didn’t feel paralyzing fear about what he did say or what he didn’t. instead, he was overcome with a strong sense of calm. like nothing was wrong. like his life wasn’t ending. it’s funny, isn’t it? the way minds work?

his brain didn't register the sensation of his body smashing into the asphalt, nor did it alert him to the chaos it sent his team into. no, his brain had a much bigger agenda to attend to. his vision turned white as searing pain made him breathless for a milisecond, before he allowed the darkness to consume him whole.

memories swirl in his mind in flashes, his childhood giving him nothing really tangible to hold onto. he smells fresh pine and tastes the summer rain and hears maddie calling his name oh so sweetly, evan falling like music from her lips. flashing forward to his teenage years and he hears his mom sighing, his name coming from her lips feeling more like daggers. he smells his dad's overpriced cologne which seemed to permeate every crevice in the house, and thanks god he threw away the bottle he got for christmas during his fifteenth year.

early adulthood crashes over him like the waves used to hit the beach in peru next to the bar where he worked. he tastes the salt air on his tongue and feels the sand slipping through his fingers and wonders how to get the feeling back. he longs for things to be that simple again, and the yearning burns hot right in his chest, front and centre.

suddenly, the burning intensifies and feels like it's trying to split him open. he opens his mouth to scream, but nothing comes out. sound dulls out and he can't feel anything, and he fears that just like the sand all those years ago on his favourite beach, time is slipping too fast through his fingers. he almost gives in, almost decides to lean into the inky abyss set out before him, when—

you can have my back any day.

for the first time in what could be a minute or a second or even an hour, buck has something tangible to hold onto. he has something to ground him, something to tether him to reality. he hangs onto the words for dear life, holding them as close to himself as he possibly can. they’re weighty in his hands, full of promise and meaning that he can’t quite put his finger on and they feel like they fit. they feel like they belong to him, like he should be holding them.

sometimes a few choice words can be the life raft that gets you home.

his sternum is ablaze once again, knocking the air from out of his lungs and forcing him to his knees. he curls his fingers and his toes, mouth open in a soundless cry.

there’s nobody in this world i trust with my son more than you.

oh. it hits buck in an instant. eddie. he needs eddie. eddie’s always been the one to keep his head screwed on properly, making sure he’s thinking rationally. eddie’s always been his anchor and his saviour and his best friend and his partner all rolled into one, and buck’s overcome with the need to tell him. he swallows past the fire raging in his throat, clambering to his feet and looking for a way out. looking for a way to get to eddie. he opens his mouth to yell. once.

because, evan.

he opens his mouth a second time, sucking down gulps of air like he’s trying to consume all of the oxygen on the planet, simultaneously both smothering and stoking the fire raging inside.

you act like you’re expendable.

he feels like he’s getting somewhere, like maybe he’s getting closer to the surface of…wherever he is. he needs to find eddie. he needs to—

but you’re wrong.

-

buck loses time then, and he’s unsure how long’s passed before he comes back to his senses. his fingers twitch, and his left hand scratches against cold cotton, while his right curls around a warm mass. there’s the sound of metal scratching against linoleum, heightening the pounding in buck’s head and forcing him to fight the urge to vomit. he thinks he must make a noise, but is quickly soothed by a gentle touch to his cheek.

“buck? can you hear me?” eddie asks quietly, almost reverently, like he can’t quite believe what’s happening. buck thinks he manages to choke out a moan, his fingers curling around eddie’s once more. he hears a quiet, choked-off sob before he attempts to open his eyes the first time. he’s almost blinded by the harsh white light, immediately closing his eyes again. he swallows hard, opening his eyes a second time, his blurry vision landing on the tiled ceiling. he blinks a couple of times, clearing his vision as his senses come back to him slowly. he hears a choked off sob to his right, and he musters up the energy to roll his head to the side, locking eyes with a teary-eyed eddie. he wets his lips, managing to choke out a croaky “hey.”

eddie smiles at buck warmly, and the last piece of the puzzle slots into place, eddie looking at buck just as he always had. like he understood what he was trying to say without him needing to utter a single word. like he was well aware of just how buck felt. like he saw buck - all of the good, all of the bad, and that he loved him all the same.

to be seen.

to be found.

isn’t that what we’re all searching for?

buck’s fingers curl once again around eddie’s, a solemn promise he can’t yet put words to. a confession and an oath all in one. as his eyes begin to feel heavy once again, he knows he’ll look back on this day fondly. he knows this is the moment he’ll tell his kids about — about how his entire life changed, how his perspective shifted, and it all happened in a flash.

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