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Never Say Never

Chapter 13

Pairing: SingleDad!StevexReader

Summary: You are a 32 year old single mother, raising your seven year old son on your own. After being widowed at 30 and going out on awful dates with disgusting men for the past month, you have decided that you're giving up. You already had your great love. One person can't possibly get lucky enough to have two in their lifetime. But then your son starts playing baseball and the coach might just change your mind about that.

No posting schedule.

18+ only for eventual smut

Word Count: 8.1K

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Steve stretched up on his toes, holding the banner in place so Jonathan could tape it across the threshold between the dining room and kitchen. Robin and Dustin were blowing up balloons in the living room while Nancy and Karen worked on the food in the kitchen. Ted was where he could always be found, leaned back in a recliner, watching television, oblivious to the fact that everybody was helping but him.

Honestly, Steve could not figure out how he and Karen were still together. He couldn’t figure out how they’d gotten together in the first place. Nancy said her mom saw stability with her dad but they were the oddest couple he’d ever seen. And that was saying something considering who his parents were.

Karen was just so vibrant, upbeat, and full of energy. She still went to jazzercise three times a week. Her and Nancy had run a marathon last summer. She was the first to offer to help or watch Jere when needed. Ted was so boring and completely useless. Whenever he opened his mouth, everyone just stared at him because he added nothing productive to the conversation even when he actually decided to join in. He’d never shared those views with Nancy, obviously, as that was her dad but he was pretty sure she felt the same way.

Mike and El were up in Jeremiah’s room, amusing the birthday boy with a round of Battleship while he anxiously awaited the arrival of his best friend. Jere had been systematically kicked out of every room in the house. He’d been kicked out of the kitchen after he’d knocked an entire tray of strawberries to the floor, causing Dustin to announce he could run to the store and grab more before Nancy had a meltdown. He’d then proceeded to pop six balloons as he karate chopped and kicked them as fast as Robin was filling them. By the eighth time of him asking Steve if it was time yet, Steve had practically begged the two of them to get him focused on anything else.

“So, Nancy told me your new girlfriend is coming to the party,” Jonathan commented with a sly smile, climbing down from the stepladder. He was sure Nancy had relayed everything Jere or Steve had told her the minute she heard it. “Must be getting pretty serious if you’re inviting her to Jere’s birthday and introducing her to Nance. You’ve never brought a girl around Jere so quickly before.” He stepped back to assess his work, high fiving Steve when they both deemed it good.

“I don’t know. I mean, yeah. I want it to be serious. It definitely seems like it might be serious. But Jere had already met her before we started dating so her being around him this quickly doesn’t really count. We met because she wanted to set up a playdate for the boys.”

“You two exclusive?”

“Yeah. We agreed on that last week,” he laughed, shaking his head. “You would have thought I was some fifteen year old boy who’s never talked to girls. I don’t know why I had such a hard time just asking her to be my girlfriend. I’ve never had a girl get me so tongue twisted before but I like her. I really like her, man. She’s pretty amazing.”

“Sounds like it. Jere says she’s your Lois Lane.”

“Of course he did. Always a superhero reference with that kid. But he’s not wrong. I don’t know. We haven’t known each other all that long but it just feels…different, somehow. I’ve been in a lot of relationships, you know. Like, a lot, a lot.”

“You don’t have to tell me,” snorted Jonathan. “We all started taking bets on how long each lady would last. I lost on Janet by a week. Lucas rubbed that one in my face for a while.”

“You guys take…seriously?” Steve groaned, his hand slipping over his mouth and jaw. Of course his friends would make his sad love life into a game. “Please tell me no one is doing that this time. The last thing I need is her hearing that my friends are placing wagers on how long we last. I’m pretty sure she already thinks I’m some kind of lady’s man.”

“Nah, man. No one’s doing that this time. For one, we haven’t even met her yet. It’s hard to judge before actually seeing the two of you together. And according to Robin and Dustin, they think this one might actually stick. If those two are saying that, then I have to believe it's possible. They’d be the first to call bullshit.”

“Trust me, Robin would have no problem calling it what it is. Hell, she wouldn’t even talk about it with all of you behind my back. She’d just tell me to my face. She told me Janet was crazy the same night she met her. She told me Jill was a narcissist after hanging out with her twice. She told me Heather was annoying and she’d never be able to put up with her if we stayed together. She told me Rachel was just using me to get back at her ex. She’s got everybody’s number from the moment she meets them. This is the first girl she actually hasn’t complained about.”

“At all?” Jonathan’s brows lifted in disbelief. “Hard to believe. Robin doesn’t seem to think anyone is good enough for you.”

“I mean, she was worried initially. She is a widow. Her husband was a Marine and he was killed in action. It happened two years ago and she hasn’t dated anyone since. Robin worried that maybe she would use me as her jumping board. You know, first relationship after losing her ex, a way to dip her toe into the waters. But after meeting her, she thinks she’s the real deal. The two of them have been getting along great, actually. They went out for dinner Wednesday night while I kept the boys.”

“Wow. Impressive. She approves and she wants to hang out with her. I’d say this girl has the Robin Buckley stamp of approval and I know how important that is.”

“Yeah,” snorted Steve, “kind of a necessity in my life.”

“Well, I can’t wait to meet her.” He nodded his head toward the kitchen. “I’m gonna go check on Nance. Make sure she’s got it all under control with the food.” He lowered his voice, hand up by his mouth. “And make sure she’s not getting too high strung over a kid’s birthday party. None of us need high strung Nance.”

Steve laughed knowingly. Nancy was the one you wanted when it came to organization but she could also be a little Type A about it. And if you let her work up too much steam, there was no slowing her down. That’s why Jonathan was so good for her. He knew exactly how to handle her when she was chugging down that track just a little too fast.

As Jonathan walked away, Steve made his way to the living room. Robin and Dustin appeared to have a system going. He would fill the balloon with air from the tank and hand it to Robin, who was tying them off. They probably had thirty balloons at this point, all yellow and black in honor of the special visitor that would be arriving later.

“You know, that’s probably enough balloons,” Steve teased. “Too many more and this house is going to lift right off the ground.”

“Nance specifically said she wanted fifty balloons,” Dustin snapped, grabbing another from the pile. “So, we are giving her fifty balloons.”

“Why fifty?”

“I don’t know, Steve,” sighed Robin, giving him that exasperated look she always gave when she felt like he was asking a stupid question. It happened far more often than it should. “Why don’t you go ask the mother of your child why she requires fifty balloons.”

It was a challenge and they both knew it. Nance would be at maximum anxiety level right now. She was handling everything for the part and until everything was checked off her list, until it was all exactly how she planned, and the event itself had begun, it was better to steer clear. Questions would only lead to icy stares and a sharp tongue. He knew way better than to get in her way.

“Nope. I’m good. Stepping into Nance’s rage cloud is Jonathan’s job now. And he’s in there doing it as we speak. I’m just gonna stay out here, far away.”

“What time is the girlfriend arriving?” asked Dustin, grinning up at him.

Steve looked down at his watch, “About fifteen minutes or so. I told her the same time we told everyone else.”

“Who? Lucas, Max, Hop, Joyce, Will, and Nolan? Speaking of, how did they get out of helping while I’m stuck sitting here blowing up an insane amount of balloons?”

“Talk and fill!” Robin snapped at him. “We’ve got eighteen more balloons to go before everyone gets here.”

“It’s the gang!” argued Dustin. “Well, and Steve’s girlfriend. It’s the same people who are here all the time. Who is Nancy trying to impress? Your new girl? You think she’s going to walk in and go, this party is okay but you know what would really have made this party great? Eighteen more balloons.”

“Do you want to deal with the wrath of Nance when she counts and there’s not fifty? Because you know she’ll count.”

“Damn it. She will,” he huffed, placing another balloon over the pump. “Why is your ex so scary?”

Laughing, Steve shrugged, “You’ve known her longer than me. You tell me.”

The front door opened, Will stepping inside with Nolan right behind him, balancing three very large wrapped boxes in his arms. Steve ran forward to help, taking the top two from him.

“What the hell, man? Did you buy him stereo speakers or something?”

Will smiled, “No.”

“You had to get him three things?”

“He’s my nephew. Of course I had to get him three things.”

“It was going to be five things but I talked him down,” Nolan said, dropping the box he still had with the pile of growing presents that sat in the corner of the living room.

“I’m his favorite uncle and I intend to keep it that way.”

Dustin’s lips came together as he blew a big raspberry, “Whatever. We all know I’m his favorite.”

“Sorry to burst your bubble but neither of you hold a candle to me,” Robin stated, tying off the next balloon, putting them at thirty-eight.

“You’re not an uncle. You’re an aunt,” Dustin pointed out.

“Doesn’t matter. I’m the favorite overall so that makes me the best.”

Steve shared a look with Nolan, both men rolling their eyes and shaking their heads. The truth was, Jeremiah adored everyone in his life and Steve would forever be grateful that he had so many people who loved him. Yeah. The pile of presents was large. But the support and devotion they all gave his son was more valuable than anything else.

Jeremiah had something that Steve never had growing up. He had a family. A family who cherished him, spent time with him, and supported him in everything he did. That kid had to have the biggest cheering section of anyone. The cheers were deafening when he walked across the stage at his Kindergarten graduation. His first baseball game was coming up in a couple weeks and Steve had no doubt that most of the people in this house would be in attendance to cheer him on.

“Will! Nolan!” Nancy squealed, exiting the kitchen, still looking picture perfect after hours of preparation for the party. She hugged each man in turn as if it had been months and not simply days, since she’d seen them last.

“Hey man.” Jonathan followed her, giving his brother and Nolan each a hug.

“Who’s manning the restaurant if you’re both here?” asked Dustin, remaining in his spot, dutifully filling the balloons until they reached fifty.

“Shelly is taking care of things for a few hours,” answered Nolan.

Will strolled into the living room, dropping down on the couch, “Yeah. She’s really been a lifesaver. It’s been nice having someone we can trust to handle things so we can actually both be off at the same time. You know, actually spending time with your husband really helps keep a marriage together. If she keeps doing such a good job, we might even consider taking a vacation.”

“We’ve always wanted to go to Hawaii,” Nolan added. “It seemed impossible but with Shelly, we might be able to do it.”

Will and Nolan were not legally married but everyone, including them, acted as if they were. They had a small ceremony in their backyard last year with just their closest friends and family. As far as Steve was concerned, they were married in all the ways that mattered. It was bullshit that the law wouldn’t recognize it. Steve had never seen a more positive example of what marriage should be.

Will had been so nervous to introduce them all to Nolan after they’d first met. He hadn’t told anyone that he was gay, yet. But it hadn’t been a huge surprise. Will, who’d never seemed interested in dating or girls. Will, who’d looked at Mike as if the sun shone on him since they were eleven. Yeah, they pretty much all knew. Steve was just happy he’d moved on from pining for something that was never going to happen and found someone who made him happy. There was nothing worse than pining for the wrong person. He knew. It was how he wound up married when Nancy came back.

The front door opened again, Hopper’s big voice booming through the house, “I hear we’ve got some kid in here who thinks it’s okay to keep growing and now he’s turning eight!”

“Shh!” Nancy chastised with a laugh, taking the gift bag from his hands to deposit it with the gifts. “Mike and El actually have him entertained right now. If he hears his Pops he is going to come running back down here.”

“So?” Hopper opened his arms wide. “The kid loves his Pops.”

“We all know he does but he’s been extremely underfoot,” Steve explained. “And he won’t stop asking when his friend, Eli, is getting here.”

“Eli? Eli with the pretty mom that you brought into the restaurant?” questioned Joyce, her lips curving up knowingly.

“Yeah, that Eli.”

“Oh, oh, oh!” Hopper bellowed, slapping Steve on the back. “You got a girl, kid? A girl who’s coming to your son’s birthday party? Sounds pretty serious! Why wasn’t I told about this?” He lifted an eyebrow at his wife.

“I just forgot to mention it,” shrugged Joyce. “Besides, you know now.”

“It is pretty serious,” Nancy smirked. “Steve is smitten. He gets all red in the cheeks when he talks about her.” She pinched his cheeks and he pulled his head away with a sigh.

“Seriously,” Robin snorted. “He’s like a little puppy who’s feet are too big, tripping all over himself whenever she’s around. It’s adorable, actually.” She tied off another balloon. “Fifty!” Holding up her hand, Dustin indulged her in a high five. “Jesus, that was a lot of balloons.”

“Great!” Nancy grinned. “Now we just need to tape them around the archway, along the table, and above the banner.”

Dustin groaned, head falling back against the couch, “Seriously? Nance, who are you trying to impress?”

“My son only turns eight once and I want it to be perfect. Now come on. We’ve only got a few minutes before Steve’s girlfriend and her son arrive and not long after that Batman will be here. I want this place birthday party perfect before Jere comes down.”

They all pitched in and with so many hands, they had the balloons affixed in no time with Nancy directing, of course, standing back, telling them where to place each one. In the midst of all the directing, grumbling, and complaining, Max and Lucas arrived, immediately being handed balloons and put to work.

Steve glanced over at the clock, edgy and tense when he saw that it was two minutes past the time he’d told you to be here. Had you decided not to come? Had the idea of meeting his ex been too much for you? He shook it off. He was being ridiculous. You'd never been here before. You probably just got lost or hit traffic or hell, maybe you had a hard time getting Eli out the door. He knew how easy it was to be late when you were managing a child.

A hand landed on his back and he glanced over to see Robin, “Calm down. I’m sure she’s coming. Not everybody is super punctual like your ex is.”

“I know, I know. I just…” His words cut off when your car pulled up out front, parking in front of a house across the street. “She’s here.”

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“Finally!” Eli dramatically cried from the backseat, throwing his hands in the air. You would have thought this drive took two hours instead of fifteen minutes the way he’d been moaning and complaining the entire time.

“Yes. We’re finally here.”

Unbuckling, you looked up at the cute little house that was your destination. The warm, welcoming brick home with brightly colored tulips in the garden should not be the most terrifying thing you'd ever seen. But your insides curdled as if this were a horror movie you were suddenly trapped in, doomed to face your inevitable demise.

Steve’s ex-wife was just there, right across the street. What was she going to think of you? Would she hate you on sight simply because you were the new woman? Would she be cold and nasty? Or even worse, would she be fake nice, that kind that was so sickly sweet it gave you a toothache even though you could hear the venom dripping underneath? What would she say to Steve after you left? Would her opinion convince him that dating you was a bad idea?

“Mommy! Don’t forget his present!” Eli yelled, unbuckling himself as you were stepping out of the car.

“I know, buddy. I got it.”

You popped the trunk, pulling out the small gift bag inside that featured Batman and Robin. Eli had begged to get Jeremiah the Diddy Kong Racing game for his Nintendo 64. It had been twenty-five dollars, a bit more than you'd planned on spending, but Eli had given you those big hopeful eyes and you just couldn’t bring yourself to say no.

It was his best friend’s party and you usually kept the budget around ten dollars for stuff like that. But it was also your boyfriend’s kid’s birthday so you figured you should spend more. How much more, you had no idea. You didn’t want to go overboard. Then everyone would look at you like you were trying to buy your way in and that certainly wouldn’t go over well with the ex. But if you didn’t get something good enough they would all think you were cheap and didn’t care enough about Jeremiah.

In the end, Eli had made the decision for you. You could always laugh it off with how badly he’d insisted on that particular gift for his friend. You'd never been so stressed just picking out a birthday gift. But this was already a very tight knit circle and you were the outsider trying to find your place. You didn’t want to mess it up.

Taking Eli’s hand, the two of you made your way up the sidewalk. Your son bounced with anticipation while you trudged like you were heading to the gallows. The front door opened just as you reached the bottom of the stairs and Steve stepped out, the mere sight of him soothing some of your anxiety.

“Hey! You made it!”

He opened his arms wide and Eli ran straight into them for a hug, sending Steve off balance. He caught himself, hugging your son before wrapping an arm around you, pressing a light kiss to your lips. You didn’t miss the variety of faces all looking out the front windows at you.

“Hey! You stepped on my foot!”

“Stop pushing!”

“I was here first!”

“Would you give the poor kids some privacy? They’re not animals on display at the zoo!”

“Quiet! They’re gonna know we’re spying on them!”

“We already know! You guys are extremely loud!” Steve bellowed, rolling his eyes toward you. “Sorry about that. They’re all very excited that you’re here.”

“Oh…that’s nice.” You swallowed down the anxiety that was creeping up. No pressure or anything. “Sorry. Eli couldn’t decide which Batman shirt to wear and I am pretty sure he tried on every single one he owns before we finally made it out the door.”

“No worries. The Dark Knight doesn’t arrive for another twenty minutes or so. You made it in plenty of time.” He grinned down at Eli and then leaned in, his hand resting on your low back, thumb brushing soothingly as he whispered, “It’s going to be fine. If you couldn’t tell, they are all really excited that you are coming.”

A nervous smile lifted the corners of your mouth as you nodded, inhaling slowly through your nose. You could do this. The worst that could happen would be that Nancy would hate your guts. That would be something you would have to navigate but you could. Couldn’t you? Lots of people dealt with exes who weren’t fond of the new girls or guys in their lives. You'd just never imagined you would be one of them.

You'd barely stepped inside when a voice called out your name and then arms were wrapping around you in a welcoming embrace. Brown curly hair covered your vision as you returned the hug, a bit overwhelmed and shocked by it to do anything but reciprocate. When the bearer of the hug pulled back, you were looking into the face of a very pretty woman with stormy blue eyes and the cutest little button nose you'd ever seen.

“H…hi…” you stammered, realizing this must be the ex wife as she was the only woman in the room that you'd yet to meet.

“Hi! I’m so sorry to just bombard you like that but I’ve been dying to meet you. Steve and Jere have talked about you so much. I’m so glad you two could come today. Jeremiah has been asking about Eli non-stop. He’s going to be so excited you’re here.” She paused, laughing. “Sorry. I’m Nancy by the way, in case you didn’t already figure that out.” She leaned down to Eli’s level. “And you must be the famous Eli. I have definitely heard all about you.”

Eli beamed, proud to be so well known already, “Jeremiah is my very best friend in the whole world.”

“And you’re definitely his. My son is very lucky to have such a kind friend like you.” Nancy reached forward, ruffling his hair. “Why don’t you head upstairs? I’m sure you’ll be able to find his room. You’ll be able to hear them. Jere is playing games with his Uncle Mike and Aunt El. He’ll be so excited you’re here.”

Eli raced up the stairs, feet pounding loudly with excitement. You stood, a little taken aback. Nancy was nothing like what you'd expected or feared. She was so warm and welcoming. You might have wondered if it was all an act but the woman seemed as genuine as they came. She truly seemed excited that the two of you were there.

“So, Batman should be here in fifteen minutes or so. Would you like anything to drink?” offered Nancy.

“I’m okay. Is there anything I can help with?”

“I was just going to bring in the food from the kitchen if you want to help with that. Robin?”

“Absolutely,” you replied, pleased to be put to use. The last thing you wanted was to be left sitting or standing around awkwardly. You smiled at Steve as you followed Nancy into the kitchen, thinking this might not be near as awful as you thought. In fact, it might actually be fun.

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Two hours later, the adults were enjoying drinks on the front porch while the boys were systematically making their way through all of Jeremiah’s birthday gifts. They’d already roped Dustin, Mike, and Lucas into a game of Cranium, opened every single superhero figure he’d received and had an epic battle in Gotham City, annoyed everyone with a Furby that you were sure was actually a demon, and now they were taking turns with Jeremiah’s new scooter. One boy would ride it while the other ran after him and then they would swap.

Batman had been a hit, as if there’d been any doubt. Both boys had been absolutely starstruck when he’d swept into the house, announcing, “I am vengeance. I am the night. I am Batman. Now where’s this birthday boy?”

The college kid playing him had done an excellent job. He had the deep voice and the build for the superhero. He’d allowed the boys to use his grappling hook and his boomerang and set up a game where the adults were the villains and he and the boys had to stop them. Eli and Jeremiah had been giggling the entire time, especially when they got to tie up Steve with rope.

You leaned into Steve from your spot on the steps and he pressed a kiss to your temple, squeezing your shoulder gently. Nancy was grinning like a fool at you, something she’d been doing for most of the party. Contrary to your fears, the woman seemed truly happy for you. Robin was watching you too, a very satisfied smile sitting on her face, making you a bit nervous as it appeared she might be scheming. Given what Steve had told you about his best friend, it wouldn’t be out of character for her.

“You know, now that all of the introductions have been made and you are officially a part of our group, I think it’s about time we had a girl’s night so we can all get to know her a little better,” Robin announced.

“Yes!” El agreed brightly, looping her arm through Mike’s. “We haven’t had a girl’s night with all of us in forever.”

“Yeah, we need to know all your deep, dark secrets now that you’re one of us,” Max teased.

“Good grief,” grunted Hopper, standing on the sidewalk, a wreath of smoke around his head as he watched the boys. “You’re going to scare the poor girl off before Harrington even has a chance. Take it easy on her, girls.”

“Oh come on, Dad. We’re only teasing her,” El laughed with a roll of her eyes.

Lucas snorted, “She goes out with all of you and she’s going to be looking for the exit real fast.” He yelped when Max elbowed him. “Ouch! You know I’m right. I love you all but you can be a bit…much.”

“Much?” demanded Max, eyes wide. “Seriously, Lucas?”

He shrugged, ducking when Max made a swipe for the back of his head, and you had to swallow down your laugh.

“I think if you have a girl’s night, you should go to Brewed Awakening,” Karen sang, joining the crowd, two mugs of coffee in her hands, one of which she handed off to Joyce.

“Where’s Dad?” asked Nancy.

Karen harrumphed, “Do you even need to ask?”

“Snoring in my chair?” asked Jonathan knowingly and Karen pointed at him.

“Of course. Where else would he be?”

“Why should they go to the coffee place?” questioned Will.

“So one of them can finally get our Robin here to do what she’s been too scared to do for months,” Karen stated, patting the dark blond on the head.

“What’s that?” you asked curiously, leaning forward.

Robin glared at Nolan as he answered, “Robin has had a crush on the owner for months but she’s too chicken shit to actually make a move. Her excuse was that she wasn’t sure if she was into women but we have definitely confirmed that she is. In fact, multiple people in this group have confirmed that fact. So, now she has no reason besides her own cowardice.”

“Are you talking about June? I love June!” you stated. “I get my coffee from there all the time and she makes the most delicious sandwiches. I’d be happy to help you talk to her.”

“Talking to her is not my problem,” huffed Robin.

“Like hell it’s not,” argued Steve. “You trip all over your words whenever she’s around. I always do more of the talking while you stand there staring at your shoes, mumbling nonsense every few minutes.”

“Well…I mean, she’s so pretty. It’s hard for me to even look at her, let alone talk to her. I’m scared I’m going to just blurt out the wrong thing or keep talking when I should shut up. You know me. Even after I’ve said everything that I need to say, I just keep talking when I get nervous and she makes me nervous. That’s exactly what I did with Vickie so I figure maybe it’s better if I don’t talk.”

“So take the girls with you for backup,” Karen reasoned.

Joyce agreed. “Yeah. You’re always more confident when you have your support system with you. They can start the conversation and then maybe you’ll find a way to finally ask her out.”

“It took this guy six months to finally ask me out,” Nolan laughed, playfully jabbing his elbow into Will. “He kept coming into the restaurant where I worked and ordering stuff. I swear, the one day he was there for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. When he came back in right before closing to order dessert, I finally asked him if it was the food he was coming for or me.”

Will’s face flushed scarlet. “I mean…” He shrugged shyly. “Look at him.” He gestured to the very fit man next to him. “Who wouldn’t have trouble talking to him? I never thought some super toned, athletic guy would be interested in a nerdy string bean like me.”

“Oh, I love my nerdy string bean,” Nolan crooned, kissing him on the cheek. “Nothing gets me hotter than hearing you talk about hit points and campaign plans. Plus, you’re easy to toss around.” He wiggled his eyebrows.

“Oh gross,” Jonathan groaned. “I do not want to hear about my brother making anyone hot and I definitely don’t want to hear about him being tossed around.”

You laughed, resting your head on Steve’s shoulder as you observed the playful banter amid the group. It was so nice how easy they all flowed. It was effortless, like a family should be. After the upbringing Steve had, you were thankful he’d been able to find such a supportive group of people to surround himself with. You were glad that you could now call yourself a part of that too.

“So Lucas, you must be pretty relieved now that tax season is over,” you commented.

The guy groaned, “Oh my god, yes. Why in the hell do so many people wait until the last minute to file? I have been working twelve hour days for the last two weeks.”

“Because they don’t want to pay the corrupt government their bullshit money,” Dustin snorted. “I didn’t file until the last minute I had to.”

“Yeah,” glared Lucas, “I know. I thought I was finally done and in strolls this dipshit at 9:30 at night.”

Dustin shrugged, “Listen, I did what I am supposed to but there’s nothing that says I can’t do it right before it’s due. I did it the night before so the postmark would be the correct date. I followed the rules.”

The conversation flowed easily. Max filled everyone in as much as she could on the case she’d been working on for the last month. Hopper dropped a couple amusing stories about arrests and stops he’d made recently. Mike dropped a bomb, telling everyone he’d finally decided to submit his book to some publishing companies. You were amazed to see how effortlessly it was to be in the middle of this large group.

Your pocket buzzed, interrupting just as Karen was sharing a story about a seventy year old woman who was putting everyone else at Jazzercise to shame. Pulling your phone from your pocket, you sighed when you saw it was Justin’s mom, Judith.

“Can you all excuse me for a minute? I have to take this.”

Walking toward the side of the house, away from the group, you braced yourself before answering. It wasn’t that you hated Judith but Judith could be…difficult. It had taken a long time for her to accept you, struggling to believe that anyone could be good enough for her son. She acted as if you were stealing her boy away from her instead of including you as part of the family. It wasn’t until Eli arrived that she finally seemed to begrudgingly accept that you weren't going anywhere. But she’d never exactly been warm or friendly with you either.

And since Justin had passed it had just become more complicated to navigate a relationship with her. She called at least twice a week, questioning you like she was a hard nosed detective interrogating you, as if she didn’t believe you could possibly take care of her grandson alone. She’d offered to let you and Eli move in with her and her husband after Justin’s death and had taken your refusal as a personal affront. Ever since then, things had been even more dicey between the two of you than they had before.

“Hi Judith.” You pressed two fingers against your forehead, willing yourself to be as upbeat as possible because the woman would notice immediately if you had any kind of tone.

“Aly, hello. I was just calling to check in with that grandson of mine. Can you put him on the phone?”

“Actually, he’s busy right now.”

“Busy? What do you mean busy? What could a seven year old possibly have on his schedule that would be more important than talking to his grandmother?”

This was exactly the kind of thing that grated you. This was what you tried to ignore every time. This level of self-importance that Judith placed on herself. She couldn’t stand not being number one in Justin’s life anymore so now she was vying to be Eli’s number one. There was not a reality where she could imagine her being less important than something or someone else. What she failed to realize was that love should not be a hierarchy where people were valued more than others. You could love multiple people and they could all be important to you.

“We are at his best friend’s birthday party and he is riding scooters with him right now.”

“Oh, well I’m sure if you told him that I was on the phone he could take a break.”

“No Judith. I am not going to do that. He’s having fun. I don’t want to interrupt him right now. Besides, that would be quite rude to his friend. He’s here for his party.”

“It would only be a few minutes.”

“I will have him call you when we get home later. I am sure whatever you have to say can wait a couple more hours,” you stated firmly and then sighed, softening your tone. “Besides, then he can tell you all about the birthday party.”

“Oh! Well, that’s true.” You could hear it. Judith was convinced, tickled at the thought of her grandson wanting to share all the details of his life with her. “Okay. But make sure he calls me. Make sure you don’t forget.”

“I won’t.”

“Well, I know how you get, darling. I know being a single mother must be challenging but you should really find a system for writing things down. You’re so forgetful these days.”

Your neck rolled at the dig. The truth was you weren't forgetful. You chose to forget that Judith had called on occasion because you could only take so many minutes of listening to her list all the ways that you were failing. You could only handle her reminding you how she’d offered to take you and Eli in so many times. And if you didn’t occasionally forget about her, you feared you were going to lash out at her. And no matter how Judith grated your nerves, she was still your son’s grandmother.

“I promise I will have him call you.”

Keeping the goodbyes short, you flipped your phone shut, the harsh snap satisfying. Inhaling slowly, you rolled your shoulders, relaxing yourself. The last thing you needed was to head back up there tense and ruin everyone’s mood.

“Hey, everything okay?” Steve asked as you approached, his eyes lasering straight through you, seeing through the mask you were attempting to wear. His hand settled on your shoulder and you felt your body respond, each tense muscle slowly loosening under his touch.

“Yeah. Everything’s fine. That was Eli’s grandmother. She just wanted to check in with him. I told her I would have him call her later after we got home.”

“Your mom?” asked Max with a tilt of her head.

“Uh…no…Justin’s mom, actually.”

Those eyes were burning into you even as you kept your gaze purposefully away from his. His hand trailed down your back, making slow circles through the fabric of your shirt, as if he could sense that you were on edge no matter how light you tried to keep your tone.

“Do they live around here?” inquired Nancy.

“No. They…they don’t.” Thank god they didn’t but you kept that particular thought in your own head. “They live over three hours away in Port Clinton, Ohio. It’s this city right by Lake Erie. We don’t really see them that much, honestly.”

“Oh. That must be hard for you two. Your parents aren’t close either, are they?” Nancy’s eyes were full of empathy, understanding from another mom. Most moms could at least envision how hard it would be to raise a child alone, empathize with the challenges. And really, for a while, until her and Jonathan got together, she had been doing it alone during the time she had Eli.

“No. They’re not. Even farther away actually, in Boston. But they usually fly out a couple times a year, around the holiday times. They…well…” You bit your lip, glancing up at Steve. You hadn’t dropped this particular bomb on him yet and this wasn’t really something you wanted to do in front of everyone. But you probably should, considering your mom had called two nights ago to tell you they booked flights for the week after school was out. “They're actually going to be visiting in about five weeks.”

“Well, that’s exciting!” beamed El. “Eli has to be happy.”

“Yeah. He is. They, well, they want to watch him play baseball. My dad is a huge Red Sox fan. He was even before they moved to Boston. I always tease him that that’s really why he wanted to move there. The job was just an excuse for him to be closer to his beloved team. And they…uh…they want to meet Steve, actually.”

Steve’s eyebrows lifted and your stomach clenched. Maybe this was all moving too fast. You'd barely been together and now you were asking him to meet your parents. Would this scare him off? For all the talking you'd done about taking it slow, the two of you seemed to be going from zero to eighty in a matter of seconds.

“You know, I can just tell them you’re out of town for work or something when they come,” you rushed to add. “My mom, while I love her, can be a bit much. The minute she found out I was dating somebody she was talking about a visit. I mean, she’s going to love you. She loves everybody but I know it’s really soon for all of that. It’s crazy, right? It’s not like we’re sixteen and you have to meet my parents before taking me out.”

Robin’s eyes went wide. “Damn. And I thought I rambled when I was nervous.”

Steve shot a glare her way and she held up her hands, leaning back against the post. “No. It’s fine. I’d love to meet your parents. Besides…” He paused, grinning, “...parents love me.”

“Its true.” Karen nodded. “I’ve adored him from the moment he walked through my door. I still love him even though he divorced my daughter.”

“But you got me in exchange,” teased Jonathan.

“That’s true.” She patted his shoulder. “And we love you too.”

“You really don’t have to if you don’t want to,” you told him. “I don’t want you feeling obligated or anything.”

“I don’t feel obligated. They can come to a game. I can cookout one day over at my place. In fact, let’s take them to Sage and Salt one night for a nice dinner.”

“Oh yeah!” Nolan agreed. “I will whip up some of my best dishes for your folks.”

“They will get the VIP treatment,” Will promised. “We’ll pull out all the stops for them.”

Joyce placed her hands on her youngest’s shoulders, “Will and Nolan will take really good care of them. And you’re not going to find better food in the whole town. Of course, I might be just a tad biased.”

“Maybe just a bit,” chuckled Will.

“You’re sure?” you asked Steve.

“Of course I’m sure. I can’t wait to meet the people who are responsible for you coming into this world.” He wrapped his arms around you, kissing your forehead. “Now I can thank them personally for making one of my favorite people I’ve ever met.”

“Oh my god,” gagged Dustin. “You guys are so sweet it’s sickening.”

“Don’t be jealous just because you don’t have anyone,” Mike mocked, slugging him lightly in the shoulder.

“You know, Dustin, there’s this girl at my work who…” Max began before Dustin cut her off.

“No. No. Absolutely not. Turn around and walk away with that thought right now. I am not going on any more dates that any of you set up for me. The last three have been a disaster. You’d think you don’t know me at all with the girls you try to set me up with.”

“Okay, even I will admit that Tammy wasn’t the best choice, but…,” Lucas admitted.

“But nothing! She was so self-involved. She kept pulling out her compact mirror to check her lipstick every five minutes. And every time I asked her a question or said anything, she said huh?” He opened his mouth wide, his eyes going glassy, clearly doing an impression of the girl. “She couldn’t even hold a simple conversation. And she kept talking about Devon Sawa.”

“I mean…” El shrugged. “He is pretty conversation worthy. Have you seen Wild America?”

Dustin’s eyes rolled up into his head as he gave a loud snort, “And Patricia! Are you kidding me? She told me she didn’t believe in dinosaurs and that fossils were planted by the devil to lure us away from God. You really thought I would mesh well with a girl who doesn’t believe in basic scientific facts?”

“Yeah, but I didn’t hook you up with either of them,” Max shot back. “Tammy was all Lucas and Patricia was all Robin.”

“To be fair, I didn’t know she was such a Jesus nut,” Robin defended. “I met her at the bookstore and she was standing in the Science Fiction section. I thought she’d be exactly your type.”

“The Science Fiction section that is right next to the Religion section?” demanded Dustin. “Did you even glance at the books that were in her arms because I guarantee you there was nothing there written by Dan Simmons or Connie Willis. But there was probably something written by men who claimed God spoke to them.”

“She didn’t have any books in her hands and you were so sad then. It had been months and you were still moping around about Suzie. I just thought going out with someone new might take your mind off of it or at least break you in a bit so you’d be ready to go out with someone new.”

“I was not moping!”

Steve guffawed loudly, “Oh yes you were. I found you laying in your bed, listening to Don’t Speak on repeat.”

“Whatever,” huffed Dustin. “The point is, I have learned my lesson. None of you are hooking me up with anyone ever again. I am more than capable of finding my own dates, thank you.”

“How about me?” you asked and they all turned to look at you. You smiled nervously, shrugging. “I mean, I’m not part of the group.”

“Oh, yes you are,” Mike stated. “Look, you’ve declared your relationship status with Steve. You’re even taking the step of introducing him to your parents. You have solidified yourself as a member of the group now.”

“Yeah,” agreed Lucas. “And I’m sorry to say, once you’re in there is no getting out. So, you’re stuck now.”

“It’s true,” Nolan shrugged. “Trust me. Once you’ve been inducted into the group there is no escape.”

Who were these people? Most people would be suspicious of a newcomer, or at least a little cautious, maybe a tad reserved until they got to know them but not them. They just accepted you. Steve was dating you so you were okay with them. Honestly, the way they just enfolded you into their group left you feeling so warm and fuzzy, like a sweater straight out of the dryer that just wrapped comfortably around your skin.

“Be that as it may, and for the record, I am perfectly okay with that seeing as I have no intention of trying to escape, I haven’t always been a part of this group. So you have no idea how my matchmaking skills are. And there’s this new nurse at my work. Her name is Heather and she’s really cute. Blond curls, gray blue eyes, adorable glasses…and she is totally into all that science stuff. I saw her reading "Neverwhere” the other day on her lunch.”

“A Gaiman fan, huh?” Dustin’s thumb and forefinger came to his chin, considering. Oh yeah, she had him interested. “That might have potential. How old is she?”

“Twenty-four.”

“Okay. What was she eating for lunch?”

“Why does that matter?” you laughed.

“Because it does. What was she eating?”

“A bologna sandwich, potato chips, and oreos.”

“Good taste in lunch food, too. Alright. I’ll tell you what. Since I don’t know you that well and you’ve never hooked me up with anyone, I will give you a shot. But just one. If this date goes sideways, no one…and I mean no one who is standing here right now gets to try to set me up ever again.”

“To be fair, I’ve never gotten a turn,” Joyce stated.

“Mama Joyce, while I love you with all the depth of the ocean blue, no thank you.”

Her mouth dropped open. “What is that supposed to mean?”

“You’re sweet. You’re kind. You’re everything a mother should be and for all intents and purposes, you’re all of our mothers. But you married Hopper so I’m not entirely sure of your judgement skills.”

“Hey…what the hell is that supposed to mean?” Hopper blurted, folding his arms over his chest.

“I mean, come on Hop. We love you but…it’s like she married Smokey the Bear.”

“Oh yeah? Come here, kid!” He lunged off the porch and Dustin shrieked, darting away from him through the grass.

Your initial fear for the guy dissipated when you noticed they were both laughing. Hopper grabbed onto Dustin, placing him in a headlock and rubbing his fist over the top of his head. Eli and Jeremiah noticed the commotion, Eli jumping off the scooter mid-roll, the new toy dropping to the grass.

“Uncle Dusty! I’ll help you!” Jere cried, racing for Hopper and wrapping his arms and legs around one of the big guy’s.

“I’ll help too!” Eli yelled, wrapping around the other one.

“Oh yeah? Think you can pin me down?” Hopper growled playfully, releasing Dustin. He lifted one foot and then the other, both boys giggling gleefully as he walked slowly around the front yard. “You can’t stop me!”

Steve’s arms wrapped around you from behind, his chin resting on your shoulder. You leaned into the solidness of him, watching with amusement as the boys released Hopper’s legs and ran at him. The big man dramatically fell to the ground with a loud roar. Mike and Dustin immediately leapt on him, the boys jumping on each of them, and Hopper bellowed loudly.

“See? You both fit right in,” he murmured, his lips brushing over your ear. “You belong right here with all of us.”

Yeah. It really seemed like maybe you did.

Chapter 14

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quackitysdrugdealer · 2 years

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As some people may know i'm going to start writing one shots so i made a list of promts feel free to use these i can do other promts and things this is just ideas but there are some things i won't do like smut i will let you know if i'm uncomfortable with your request and explain that i'm uncomfortable with that and if you send in a request i'm a small account so i can pretty much guarantee that i'll get your request done within 27 hours lol but for now enjoy my promts!

1 "Aw, look at you!"

"Stop touching me."

"I'm sorry, I wasn't trying to annoy you; you're just so cute."

2 "Do you even realize how cute you are?"

"Oh yes, I'm adorable. I'm a fucking delight."

3 "I just can't get over the fact that you said yes."

(while gazing at their ring) "Believe it, baby. I said yes over a year ago."

"I know... but still."

4"I've never met anyone that makes me feel the way you do."

"Crazy?"

"Yes but in the best possible way."

5"Stop touching me."

"But I wanna cuddle!"

"Oh, well then why didn't you just say so. C'mere."

6"Do you know who's the best person in the world?"

"Me?"

"No, me but only because you make me the best person."

7"I want to be better for you."

8 "I want to deserve you and I never will unless I become a better person."

9 "I still can't believe you love me."

"Better believe it, baby."

10 "I'm crazy about you."

"Yeah, you're crazy alright."

11"Kiss me!"

"Never."

(pouting)

"Oh, I was kidding! Stop pouting like that."

12 "You're my favorite!"

"You married me, so I really hope I'm your favorite."

13 "Have you ever thought about leaving me?"

"I'd be a fool to ever want to leave you."

14 "You are the best."

"Not nearly as best as you!"

"That made no sense."

"Only because you don't understand how incredible you are."

"No, that just grammatically didn't make sense."

15 "Quit being a grammar junkie!"

"Why don't you come over here and make me?" (😘😉)

16 #11 “I’m tired” “I can see that babe” “Sleep with me?” “mhm”

17 “Kiss me?”

18 “You are my home, you have been since we met”

19 “Hi sweetheart” “Hi babe” “Is that my shirt?” “No”

20“Die” “Bet” “wait- babe no stop”

21“Hello lovely” “Hi <character name>”

22 “I've to go” “Noooo please” “Sorry love”

23“God I love you”

24 “Happy Birthday”

25: "i'm pregnant"

26: " you know i only let you touch me"

27: " there's no other person for me i swear"

28: dancing in the rain

29 "dance with me?"

30: person a shares persons Bs secrets with the there friends and they break up

31 They're drunk and you're carrying them to their room, when they unexpectedly say how much they love you, causing you to drop them on the floor

32 They end the phone call with an accidental ''love you'', leaving you flustered

33 Confessing before being separated for an uncertain period of time

34 Asking them how your name + their surname would sound like (or/and vice versa)

35 Accidentally confessing while laughing over something

36 Saying "I love you" while they're sleeping/unconscious/in coma. You know well that they can't hear you, but a small part of you hopes they did

37 Always giving each other yellow roses for valentine's day, when one day you see that you've got red roses instead

38 Tears drench your cheeks as you confess. The last thing you hear before dying is them screaming your name

39 Confessing at the same place where they first met

40 Scolding them for doing something stupid, wondering "why did I have to fall for you" and not realising that you just said that out loud

41:“You saved me, let me save you”

42: “You can’t save me and then walk out”

43: “ Focus on me please”

44: “You deserve better” “And you need more”

45: “Babe it’s not what it looks like” “Yeah? then what is it?”

46: “How are you in the wrong if you’re the only one putting in the effort to make it work?”

47: “Sometimes giving up is easier my love”

48: “How many times do we have to hurt each other before realising we’re no good at this”

49: “So what that’s it?” “Yeah it is, this relationship is one sided and I’m tired okay”

50: “Can you hold me while I go?”

51:hot chocolate and cuddles

52: person b gets hypothermia

53: breakfast in bed

54: holding there child for the first time

55: walking in on person a cuddling there baby

56: person a and b break up and 3 year's later person a finds person b with a child there child

57: Braiding eachothers hair

58: dieing before you can admit there feelings

59:dancing in the light of the fridge

60: dyeing eachothers hair

61: person a has autism

62: doing face masks together

63: one of them getting shot and almost dieing

64: person b has adhd and person a notices that there fidgety so the grab there hand

65: person a being a Assassin and is supposed to kill person b but they can't and make it there lifes mission to protect person b

66: movie night!!

67: (requester chose's a song for the oneshot to be based off of)

68: person a thinks there house is haunted but it's just person b being annoying

69: meeting the parents for the first time

70: person a finding out they need glasses and realizing how long there visions been so blurry and they thought it was normal and freaking out beacuse they can finally see person b clearly and thinking there beautiful

71: photographer meets artists

72: " we've GOT to stop meeting like this"

"You kidnapped me idiot"

" but your not a kid?"

" oh my gosh you are a idiot"

73 " murder wasn't on today's agenda"

"It's not on anyones"

" no it's on mine, just not untill next Thursday"

74: " did you have to hit me with a corpses leg? Was that really necessary?"

"Necessary. No. Hilarious, yes"

Royalty!au

Bodyguard!au

Brother's best friend!au

enemies to lovers!au

Friends to lovers!au

Love letters!au

Famous!au

Streamer!au

Assassin!au

Famous brother!au

Time travel!au

Ghost and human!au

Suicidal x therapist!au(not romancing being Suicidal please if you feel this way talk to someone even if it's just a little or about your day it will help and dms always open)

Student x teacher!au(both of age)

Demigod x mortal!au

Beast friends brother!au

Transfer student!au

Dark academy!au

Different sides in a war!au

Polor opposites!au

I hate everyone in the world but you!au

Fake dating!au

Grumpy x sunshine!au

Cowarker romance!au

And again these are just ideas you can thinknof your own if you want to

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mostlikelyupset · 8 months

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fun facts from our production of ride the cyclone!!!!

1. jane and ocean were dating irl!! it was my partner and i :) which is. yk. obvious from the photos

2. our noel’s actual real birthday is 7/11

3. we bought. 36 pool noodles. for our set. one of them became Jojo the snake

4. speaking of set, i designed it! and the lights and props! scout (aka jane) designed the costumes and our MD did sound!!!

5. at least half the cast didnt like roller coasters, specifically ones with loop the loops

6. every night i’d pick up a lion from the set and have a little moment while constance would play peek a boo with Karnak!! during the Savannah scene

7. virgil was originally gonna be a puppet (but then the actor stole our hearts and we needed him)

8. none of us were the same sign as our character

9. jane would try to get ricky to celebrate his birthday after the new birthday scene by giving him the cupcake and hat :)

10. our jane, noel, and mischa were actually cousins irl so we changed noel’s lament to be ricky and noel !!

11. our mischa was a soprano !! their range is just crazy

12. the horse’s name is Anthony :)

13. jane’s motivation for savannah with the greenest eyes was that scout always imagined that janes doll had green eyes

14. we had real fortunes we would get every night during uranium

15. mischa had a (self drawn) weed tattoo

thats all i can rlly think of for now !!!! i’m sure i’ll think of more but in the mean time yeah :)

#ride the cyclone #rtc #ocean oconnell rosenberg #ocean rtc #jane doe #scs rtc #constance blackwood #jane doe rtc #noel gruber #noel rtc #mischa bachinski #mischa rtc #ocean rosenberg #the amazing karnak #karnak rtc #virgil the rat #constance rtc #ricky potts #ricky rtc

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juniper-sunny · 1 year

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The Art in the Heart - Chapter 18

Bad weather isn’t the only thing that’s about to ruin your day…

Everybody Lives AU | Pre-Act I | Silco x Reader | Female!Reader | Slow Burn | Smut | Fluff | Mild Angst || SFW | WC: 2.91k

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It’s hard not to take Silco’s first broken promise as an ill omen.

But you have enough to worry about at the moment, organizing Powder’s birthday party at the orphanage. Setting up decorations, wrangling children and their presents, making sure there’s enough cake for everyone, telling the kids not to run outside into the toxic rain, grabbing children off of furniture they shouldn’t be climbing on...

Hours into the party, Powder asks where Silco is. He still hasn’t arrived yet, and it’s tricky figuring out what to tell her. He did promise her, after all, that he would get her a special present. It’s hard not to resent him for putting you in a position to lie to the little girl. Besides, you expected him to show up earlier that morning to help with preparations.

Only Janna knows where he is now.

Luckily, Powder is at that age where she’s easily distracted by shiny new presents. The paintball gun does the trick, as she quickly becomes preoccupied with terrorizing her friends, chasing and pretending to shoot them.

All in all, it was a fun and chaotic day.

It would have been a perfect one if your boyfriend were there.

But when you’re tucking the kids into bed, he’s not there.

And he isn’t there the next two days either. Not that you made any concrete plans with him, but it’s unusual for him to not at least check in on you. Even at his busiest, he’s always found time to stop by either the orphanage or your apartment for a quick kiss and hug, a whispered “I love you”, or a promise to share a future meal together.

In fact, the next time you see him is totally by chance. You’re walking through the Lanes on a weekday afternoon, running errands when you spot him. Sitting at Jericho’s stall in the Lanes.

Silco doesn’t look up during your approach. You tap him on the shoulder and grin at him. “Hey!”

He doesn’t respond at first, too concentrated on his conversation with the cook.

Strange… he’s never ignored you before. “Silco?”

“I’m busy,” he says curtly.

“Oh… sorry,” you say, trying not to sound crestfallen. This less-than-warm reception stings a little. The silence is a little awkward, but you wait until Jericho turns away to serve another customer. “You missed Powder’s birthday party, where were you?”

“Is my absence of any importance to the little girl?” he asks dryly. Barely sparing you a sideways glance.

“Well… yeah,” you frown. “You made a promise to her. Don’t you want to give her your present?”

“It’ll be all the same if you give it to her on my behalf,” he says dismissively, before adding, “please.”

“Silco… She likes you. It would mean a lot to her if—”

He sighs and mutters, “I’ve had enough headaches.”

What’s going on with him? “Maybe we could all just get lunch sometime? It’ll be quick.”

Silco sighs through his nose, rubbing his temples. “Alright.”

“Awesome,” you smile brightly at him before taking a seat. “Is everything okay?”

“I’m busy,” he repeats himself, placing some coins on the counter before standing up. Then he strides off. Not bothering to wait for you.

You sit there, stunned, before running off after him. Like a schoolgirl chasing after an unrequited crush, instead of his girlfriend.

“Silco!” you call out, squeezing past other passerby to catch up to him. When you finally do, he doesn’t slow down or apologize.

Why won’t he look at you? You push down the hurt to say, “Can I help you with— whatever it is you’re busy with?”

He shakes his head. Wow, now he’s not even bothering to answer you?

“Well… I’ll see you later then?” you ask. Trying to sound casual and not concerned.

“Goodbye,” he says in the same apathetic tone.

You grab his elbow. This is the least satisfactory interaction with Silco you’ve ever had so far; you’ve had fights with him that were way more passionate and involved than this. It’s clear that he’s preoccupied with something, but that doesn’t mean you appreciate being shut out.

This doesn’t seem like the time or place to bring that up, though. So for now, you tell him, “Good luck. I love you.”

That actually gets him to look at you. The upward motion of his lip in a fleeting smile does little to reassure you that nothing’s wrong.

But he tells you that he loves you too, before walking away.

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Another two days pass by without seeing or hearing from Silco.

Where could he be? Has he been hurt? What was he so busy with??

Well, you’ve been together long enough that it’s probably your turn to take the initiative to find him. After packing some food and medical supplies for Sevika, you set out towards The Last Drop.

The rains have been non-stop this past week. Countless heavy, drumming droplets threaten to crumple your umbrella, and forging your way through deep puddles soaks your socks through your knee-length boots. It’s the anxiety of missing your boyfriend that carries you forward, stubborn and determined to weather the storm.

Just seeing him again will make it worth it.

The pub is open but almost empty when you finally arrive. Silco is nowhere to be seen, but you make a beeline for your usual barstool to talk to Vander.

“Hey there, lass,” the bartender greets you cheerily.

“Hey Vander,” you say as you take a seat. “How are you?”

“Grand. Can I get you a drink?”

“I’m good, thanks. Is Silco around?”

“He stepped out for a bit, but he should be back soon.”

You frown. “In this weather? Where did he go?”

“Not sure. He didn’t say.”

That’s strange. Silco does like the rain, but he still knows better than to risk his skin, literally. The Undercity’s chem-choked atmosphere is actively exacerbated by bad weather, soaking the corrosive gasses in the air and turning them into liquid poisons that are harmful to skin. You'll have to check in on him when he comes back.

“What about Sevika? How’s she holding up?” you ask.

“Not great… She won’t take it easy on her leg,” Vander shakes his head in dismay.

“Have you tried bribing her?” you chuckle. “I got more medicine for her, by the way.”

“She already gets free drinks, what else can I bribe her with?” he laughs. “Need me to take that for you?”

“That’d be great, thanks,” you say as you lift your bag onto the counter to pass to Vander, the front door swings open. Out of the corner of your eye, Silco strides directly towards the back of the house without greeting either of you.

Vander chuckles. “Go ahead, lass. See you later?”

“See you!” you tell him, hastily slipping out of your seat.

Silco hadn’t bothered turning on the lights, but you’re familiar enough with the stairs and rooms that you don’t need them to follow him. The light from the pub leaks into the hallways, just enough to illuminate a trail of wet bootprints leading directly to his bedroom.

You’re almost caught up to him when the door slams in your face. The wood is rough under your knuckles when you rap the door softly and call out, “Silco?”

A beat, then the door is yanked open.

He’s there. Tall and dripping wet, angry eyes flashing in the dark that widen in alarm. He mutters your name as a question before asking, “What are you doing here?”

“I wanted to see you,” you say.

Something’s wrong. He’s not happy to see you, or asking you to come in. Instead, he grinds his teeth, muscle twitching in his jaw. He swivels around, striding back into the depths of the darkness.

Well, you didn’t need him to roll out a red carpet for you but a “hello” would have been nice. You step inside and flick the lights on.

“Are you okay?” you reach out to touch him.

“I’m fine,” he mutters, low and exasperated. Stepping out of your reach.

“Did you go out without an umbrella? Is your—”

“I said I’m fine,” he snatches up a cigarette. Tossing his lighter in annoyance when it fails to ignite. It falls with a loud crack onto his dresser.

“Silco… what’s wrong?” you ask worriedly.

He doesn’t answer right away, but instead asks with his back still turned to you, “Do you mind telling me why you left early that night?”

“Huh?”

“That night when Sevika returned from her reconnaissance, injured,” he clarifies.

“Oh, all that stuff with the mission came up, I figured you’d want to deal with it,” you answer matter-of-factly. It seemed like a thoughtful gesture at the time, to give him space and relieve him of the obligation to host you. “How did the mission go?”

“The mission?” Silco snorts. “If you truly cared, you would have stayed.”

“What—” you cut yourself off, taking a deep breath to rein in your mounting confusion. “Silco, whatever it is you’re mad about—”

He turns to face you, finally, with a stony, indifferent mask of a face. A sudden calm draped over him. The coiled, tight energy of his irritation stilling. His tense shoulders are lowering slowly, and he straightens up to stand at his full height. A predator ready to pounce.

“Is there a chance that your answer has changed?” Silco asks coolly.

“My answer?” you ask, bewildered.

“Will you join the Children, and fight for our cause?”

“Silco…” shouldn’t the answer be obvious? He should know by now that you’re not mercenary material. “No, I’m sorry but I don’t want to join the Children. Thank you for—”

“I should have known.”

“Known what?” Gods, tonight is turning out to be—

“I thought we shared a vision… a dream of freedom, for the whole of the underground… and yet you won’t fight for it.” You take an involuntary step back at the accusatory edge in his tone.

“Hey,” you say angrily, “there are other ways to help the Undercity besides fighting Enforcers. Just because we’re doing different things doesn’t mean I’m not dedicated to Zaun. You do your thing, and I’ll do mine.”

“It’s not enough.”

Those three words are a slap to your face. To have him belittle your efforts and achievements after he’s volunteered so much of his own time at the orphanage??

Who is this man standing in front of you now? He’s… wholly unrecognizable.

“The Undercity needs all the help she can get,” you reach out for him. Your frustration is bubbling, a lump in your throat that makes the words hitch before they leave your mouth. But you’re determined to try a pacifist, logical route first. “We’re still a united front, Silco.”

“I expect better from you than excuses.”

“Screw you—” you spit out, losing your patience.

“I’ve been spending too much of my time dealing with distractions,” he states, unruffled by your outburst. “Sevika’s injury will set us back weeks. I can’t let mishaps like that happen again.”

“Okay, sheesh!” you huff out. It’s about time he brought up something concrete the two of you can address. “That’s fine, Silco, we can—”

“I’m afraid those distractions include you.”

The air in the room seems to freeze. His gaze has you pinned, but being on the receiving end this time is far from enjoyable. Your blood crawls under your skin.

“What are you talking about?” you ask. Guilt, confusion, and defiance all exacerbate the lump in your throat. But your hands curl into fists at your sides, shaking slightly.

“This relationship is interfering with our work,” Silco admits. “Perhaps it was naive of me to believe that our freedom could be won with anything less than complete and utter dedication… free from any diversions.”

That last word cuts deeper than any slur or insult he could’ve thrown your way.

“Okay, fine, just— tell me, what is it you need to do?” Trying to match Silco’s calm takes a monumental effort. Holding off shaky breaths and watery eyes as best as you can.

The coldness with which he regards you now is something you’ve only caught glimpses of in the past, and only once has it ever been pointed in your direction. He looks down his long nose at you. Is his incisive gaze the same one he uses to freeze Enforcers in their tracks before he descends upon them with righteous fury?

“The Topsiders are leaving us further and further behind… the Undercity needs the Children’s undivided attention if we’re to stand a chance of gaining our independence,” he states clinically. Sounding practiced and rehearsed with how easily his words unfold.

As if he was telling you about the weather. And not dangerously close to breaking your heart with the conclusions you’re jumping to.

“Silco, you just need to work on your time management,” you say after a hard swallow, finally gathering your wits and trying to steer the conversation into safer waters. Punctuating your statement with a mirthless laugh. “I can help you with that.”

“You can help by leaving,” he states simply.

“But I…” you swallow hard. The pathetic, whiny response is all you can sputter out now. “I… I don’t want to.”

“What you want doesn’t matter,” Silco says. For the first time tonight, his voice is tinged at the edges with something like… regret? Remorse? And his eyes dart away from you, downwards at your feet before meeting your gaze again.

“Don’t… don’t you love me?” you whisper.

“Yes,” his answer comes without hesitation.

But he doesn’t reach out to you. Or try to take you in his arms, or kiss you, or grin and laugh, or admit he was only trying to prank you.

He just stands there. Arms folded, head dipped towards his chest. Lips thinned but gaze still steady, holding onto you.

“So… you love me… but not enough to let me stay…?”

Silco’s eyes widen just the slightest. Maybe he hadn’t been expecting your question. Or maybe he’s finally realizing the consequences of what he’s telling you to do.

Please, please let this all be a bad dream… Your eyes are shuttering, fighting back the tears that threaten to leak down your face.

But the world doesn’t dissolve. The floor you’re staring at is the worn wooden slats of Silco’s bedroom, not the ceramic tile of your apartment.

“I suppose… I don’t,” he answers.

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Swinging doors. A falling chair. Vander’s puzzled face.

All impressions— not sights— that you notice out of the corner of your eye. Observing them as if they were happening outside of you, to someone else. Not you.

Then the rain on your face, your skin, your clothing.

No point in going back for your umbrella. Or satchel.

No point in ever going back to The Last Drop again.

The numbness in your chest must be spreading to your arms. The rain is falling on you. But there’s nothing to feel. Not even when red splotches start appearing on your hands.

Where are you going?

Who cares?

Just don’t stop. Can’t stop. Have to keep going.

Or else it’ll catch up with you.

(“So… you love me… but not enough to let me stay…?”

“I suppose… I don’t.”)

Don’t cry. Don’t show weakness in the Lanes. That’s how they get you.

Keep walking keep walking keep walking

Someone bumps into you. Your momentum carries you forward fast enough that you can’t make out what they shout at you.

You should turn around and apologize.

Who cares?

It doesn’t matter.

They grab your hand. That finally gets you to stop in your tracks.

“Hey!” a childish, familiar voice reaches your ears through the thundering rain. You look down to see Leksy, her bright eyes peeking out under her hoodie. She hugs you tightly with one arm, her umbrella bumping into your chest.

You crouch down to meet her eyes and duck under her umbrella. “Hi Leksy— what are you doing here?”

“Just got off work,” she shouts over the rain. “I have to get home— Mom doesn’t want me to get sick.”

“I’ll walk with you,” you offer instinctively. Never mind that you don’t know where she lives— you just need to keep walking.

(Whatever you do, don’t stop.)

Luckily, when you stand to take Leksy’s umbrella, she doesn’t protest. Instead, she slips her hand into yours and squeezes tightly. A small, warm, bright beacon of comfort in the storm. Giving you directions to her home, jumping over puddles and telling you about her new job.

You should be paying attention to her.

But her words are distant, playing on a faraway radio. Fading out before you can grasp them.

All too soon, Leksy is pointing at a ramshackle wooden hut. Letting go of your hand to run towards the front door.

You should tell her not to run in the rain. She might trip and fall. But right before she can grab the handle, the door swings open.

(“…Nyle said to leave you alone.”

“How do you know Nyle?”

“She’s my stepmom.”)

Nyle. Your former best friend and roommate.

Standing on the threshold of Leksy’s home, weighed down by overflowing garbage bags. Dumping them in the small, barren dirt patch of a front yard. Greeting Leksy with a kiss on the forehead before she looks up. And sees you.

Before you can turn around and leave, Nyle calls out your name. “Long time no see.”

Chapter 19

#Arcane #Arcane fanfic #Silco #Silco x Reader #Arcane Silco #Silco Arcane #my writing #The Art in the Heart #TAITH

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Stranger Things - Eddie Munson Masterlist

1) The Need To Graduate ~ Eddie Munson needs some encouragement to want to graduate, and his best friend is more than willing to give it to him. Or, not give it to him. That's a more accurate description.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

2) The Tongue Piercing ~ Eddie gets bored one night and decides to make himself more metal by sticking metal in his face. And, honestly, he has no idea how his girlfriend will react.

3) Chicken ~ All of his attempts to talk to her had failed miserably. All of them. He didn't know what to say, so when Robin brings said girl along with her to the arcade, Eddie finally gets a chance to strike up a conversation.

4) Official ~ So, yeah, Eddie has a little crush. Between working in the garage, school and late nights thinking about a special someone, he doesn't quite think he has the guts to do something about it. But, that's okay. She might have them.

5) Talkative ~ Mike Wheeler had no idea why Y/N was allowed to be in Hellfire. She just took up all the time he could've been using to talk about, you know, what he wanted to. Maybe she was let in because of Eddie's very obvious soft spot for her? Or maybe it's because the other members genuinely like her? Who knows. But one thing is for sure, her not talking to him, drives Eddie insane.

6) Pinky Promise ~ There's a secret that Eddie holds close so people don't bully him more, so when his best friend offers to help him out with it, he can't decline. Only an idiot would do that.

7) Picture Perfect ~ Can Eddie Munson draw? Hell yeah. He even has a favourite thing to sketch. Well, it's more a who rather than an it.

8) Sick Little Baby ~ Poor Eddie didn't show up to school because he has a bit of a cough and Wayne needs his rest, so his best friend and her puppy are willing to come to his aid.

9) The Henderson Connection ~ Who knew that Dustin had a sister? Well, Eddie did know about her. He just had no idea what she was like. But as soon as he met her, there was no going back.

10) The Day of Fools ~ When the hell is Eddie's birthday? Well, the Henderson siblings soon find out and rush to make it the best day they can.

11) Half the Work ~ They get paired together for a biology assessment. That's it. The popular cheerleader would never ruin her reputation and standing with her parents for a DnD nerd. Unless....? Also, why does Jason Carver hate Eddie Munson so much?

12) Baby Fever ~ Eddie is great with kids of all ages but there is something about babies that makes him want one of his own. Yet, his girlfriend may need some convincing.

13) Vegas, Baby ~ Corroded Coffin is successful and probably will continue being successful for a while. Yet, they've been working non stop for so long and are desperately in need of a break. Where do rockstars go? Fucking Vegas, baby! Casino's? Dolphin shows? Spa days? Siegfried and Roy? A chance for Eddie to finally show his singer how much he truly loves her? How could they pass up an opportunity like this?

14) Stuck In The Middle ~ Steve can play the guitar. Corroded Coffin are down a guitarist... it's perfect. Well, except for the fact that both Eddie and Steve like the same girl. So, who will she pick? Or the better question is, will she have to pick at all? (Eddie x Reader x Steve)

15) Best Of Both Worlds ~ (Sequel to Stuck In The Middle) ~ After coming to the conclusion that they could share their crush, Eddie and Steve also get closer as a result. Too close for comfort at times as Steve would find out, but it's okay, all they need to do is kiss and make up. (Eddie x Reader x Steve)

16) Sound Asylum ~ School sucks. Studying sucks. Jason Carver sucks. The record shop named Sound Asylum fucking rules. Sure, it sells all of Eddie's favourite music, but everyone knows that's his excuse to talk to the cashier there, a.k.a. his girlfriend.

#eddie munson & reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x reader #eddie stranger things #eddie munson #eddie my beloved #eddie x you #masterlist #stranger things

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k time for our regularly scheduled sleepy oversharing time (answering all the questions from this ask game)

(1) Do you have freckles? nope ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

(2) Do you drink tea or coffee? How do you take it? sometimes i drink tea if im sick or chai socially but thats basically it. chocolate is the closest thing i have to a regular stimulant

(3) What was the last song you listened to? this lagtrain edit idk i really like just. semi-chaotic noise that sounds out of place and a bit incongruent. probably why i like pokeloid

(4) Do you sleep on your back, stomach or side? diagonalish but mostly on my side. i alternate sides though in fact i used to sleep on my stomach until i read a newspaper article that said a plurality of ppl sleep on their side and then i got scared and completely changed the way i sleep in like 6th grade in case you somehow needed more evidence im autistic

(5) Do you sleep with a stuffed animal? blåhaj!! !!! !!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i love her need to clean her though also i stream with my hello kitty velvet and i think that's kinda relevant

(6) Do you prefer drawing or writing? i like both but i am so so so much less bad at writing so that's more fulfilling i need to do both a lot more though ive been procrastinating a lot of tales of luminaria writing and art that i feel a compulsive need to make since the game was shuttered

(7) What’s your ideal number of blankets to sleep with? currently i sleep with blanket/comforter/blanket but i am still so so cold so i either need another blanket or one of them to be heated

(8) What’s your favorite band/artist? i mean there are a bunch that are all kinda at the same tier but i think inabakumori is at the top their vocaloids are just so. emotions

(9) When is your birthday? not gonna answer this but if you wanna check my bio every day for the next year until you see it flip to 23 i guess thats a thing you can do

(10) How tall are you? 178 cm (5'10") aka too tall please someone let me give you my height i dont fucking want it except in rock climbing it's useful for that but other than that the dysphoria is just not worth it hate hate hate

(11) What color are your eyes? brown, a bit darker than my skin but ive been complimented on my eyes by strangers more than like any part of my appearance combined so i am always confused like. theyre just my eyes! theyre pretty but only in the way that ppl eyes generally are idgi

(12) Who are five (or more) people you want to hug right now? i dont really want to hug anyone tbh like id be happy to hug a friend if they needed it but im just not feeling touch atm

(13) Fears? that samsara isnt real enough for me to defer all the experiences i dont want to miss out on to a different life also climate change also being at parties where im not super close with most of the people

(14) What’s your favorite color? the sky! i know everyone is probably tired of me saying it but i dont like the idea of picking one 'color' since that allows for so much variation, so i instead choose something that is constantly varying and always beautiful at every instant ive ever gazed upon it

(15) What’s your favorite season? summer summer summer summer summer summer summer summer summer summer summer summer summer summer summer summer summer summer please it's so cold i want to be able to feel warm when i go outside and not feel like im killing the planet when i consider turning the thermostat up a degree

(16) Want any tattoos? What of? oh i absolutely want tattoos definitely one for outer wilds (the hourglass twins), and id be open to the berseria title card with velvet's hair flowing into the letters i just think that game is neat

(17) Want any piercings? Where? im happy with my recent earlobe piercings but it would be desi as fuck to get a nose ring so that also sounds pretty cool

(18) Who is the last person you texted? my parents telling them im coming home from work

(19) Do you have a best friend? How long have you been friends? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ closest thing is probably my college roommate for 3 years but he went to grad school in a different state so ive barely seen him since

(20) What/who do you miss? oh well that's a question and a half i miss my ability to just get a crush and imagine cute and unrealistic fantasy stories where i went out with them now a combination of adult™ realism and the couple years i spent beating myself up for ever feeling romantic attraction have made doing both of those things so much harder so i just stick to projecting myself in established plots i mean its better than it was near the end of high school but. not as good as middle school when i actively loved going to bed just so i could imagine whatever i wanted in the hourish before i fell asleep

(21) How was your day today? tired. slept too early last night and thus the day had no sense of urgency and my head felt very bleh the entire time

(22) How much sleep did you get last night? 8 hours which is kinda the problem i function best with having had 9-10 hours two nights ago and 4-6 hours the night of and whenever i try to get a regular person sleep schedule™ it just makes me feel bad

(23) Do you believe in aliens? not like conspiracy theories or anything like that but. the universe is so BIG and we're finding so many planets that it feels impossible for there to not be life elsewhere also $20 europa has whales in it

(24) When was the last time you cried? Why? idk crying is hard and has barely ever happened since i felt bad about crying at a book in 6th grade and hammered it out of my brain. clearly my masking behaviors have never once been self destructive and i am an extraordinarily well adjusted girlie more recently my parents probably said something that made me feel bad and i semi-succeeded at crying in the shower and forgot about it the day after

(25) What’s your favorite decade? is it really possible for me to answer anything but the present? theres only been one decade where ive been a girl for part of it theres only been one decade where i fell in love with the sound of my voice theres only been one decade where i lived for myself and not for who i expected myself to be

(26) What are some seemingly childish things you like? i mean. i watch cartoons and eat sweets and enjoy going outside and getting distracted by everything i see there not sure what it means for something to be 'childish' tbh

(27) What’s your favorite book? Or just one you’ve read a few times? favorite book is the raven tower by ann leckie it's just. such a wonderful story in such a beautiful world that i feel like i was made for book ive read the most is probably son of neptune though, i know i spent a few months just kinda picking it up at a random page and rereading a few chapters every couple of days

(28) How are you, really? not answering this it's cliche and boring

(29) Does it take you a long time to make decisions? yes and no if a decision is right in front of me i'll make it fairly quickly if a decision is far away then i will procrastinate it to the point of absurdity ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

(30) What are you looking forward to in the near future? getting on injections! estrogen time :d

(31) What are you looking forward to in the distant future? 2024 eclipse!!!! !!!! !!!!!! !!!!!!!!! i know with how much im hyping it in my head it'll definitely be covered with clouds at the place i go to but i! do! not! care! the 2017 eclipse is the most beautiful thing i have ever seen in the entire world and i need to see it again

(32) If you could go anywhere right now, where would you go? i want to see the aurorae other than things like that im pretty comfortable sitting in my room, but the idea of viewing something so magical is just incredibly appealing

(33) Do you sleep with your door open or closed? closed otherwise my parents would see how messy my room is and the airflow would be wrong and its brighter in the hallway and just. no

(34) What’s your favorite flower? is it too cliche to say cherry blossom? i grew up near washington dc like going to see the cherry blossom festival is a part of my core identity

(35) Do you currently have a squish? not really but also my brain has a taboo against verbalizing any kind of attractive feelings so it's difficult to overcome that enough to process my thoughts without hating myself so i dont try

(36) Do you like your middle name? no it's just my dad's name, which already feels old-fashioned in indian terms let alone the fact that it sounds vaguely like a mildly off-putting (to me) phrase in english

(37) Do you prefer dogs or cats? i love seeing them both outside or in friends' homes and i am unlikely to ever adopt one so that's the extent of it

(38) Do you have any phobias? i dont think so

(39) Do you stay up late? not late enough

(40) Do you like the beach? Do you prefer it sunny or cloudy? a not-sunny beach is definitely cold so. yeah. the last beach ive been to was in gdynia though so i might be unfairly projecting how cold the baltic sea is onto other beaches that are reasonable temperatures

(41) What’s your favorite cartoon? if we're counting anime: bna if we're not: amphibia actually now that i think about it i need to rewatch kipo and the age of wonderbeasts that was good

(42) Tag 5 of your favorite blogs no

(43) Do you have siblings? How many? one older sister

(44) Who was the last person you said “I love you” to? probably my parents

(45) Is there anyone you would die for? oh absolutely. loads. the more interesting question would be 'is there anyone you would kill for' and that is far far more difficult to answer

(46) What do you need when you’re sad? patience

(47) Have you memorized your phone number? ofc i have it has interesting math properties associated with it that i sadly cant say here bc saying all the properties, even in a relatively cryptic form, would narrow it down to like 10 options if someone knew my area code

(48) Who’s someone you can trust with your life? this question is ridiculous when cars exist. i have to trust pretty much every driver near me with my life whether im in a car or walking near a road so i dont view it as a particularly meaningful level of trust nor do i view my life as something particularly worth guarding so like. whatever, yknow? (note: this isnt a mental health thing it's a samsara thing dw) if this body dies it dies and i wouldnt want anyone i care about to feel responsible no matter what

(49) What does your last text say? already said it

(50) Wild Card. Any question, ask away. my favorite font is alegreya sc

#lifeblogging #or at least close enough to it

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Christmas Reruns 2023 Day 25: Girls' Trip Fairytale Ending--Jen's Tale

Merry Christmas if you celebrate it and happy holidays if you don’t! One of the things I love about Christmas is watching reruns of all the old classic Christmas movies–Christmas is a big time for nostalgia. A few years ago, I decided to incorporate that tradition into my fandom life and post my CS holiday reruns. So here you go! Enough holiday (mostly) fluff to get you to New Year’s Day. (With a new story posting on Christmas Day.)

Rating: G

Word Count: 3199

Other chapters: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 20 21 22 23 24 26 27 28 29 30 31 32

Notes: This story is the 4th of an eventual 5 chapters of a story I wrote for the birthdays of @jrob64, @snowbellewells, and @kmomof4.

CS Genre: Season 6 fix it fic

Jen didn’t know what she expected transportation via storybook to be like, but she was delighted to discover it was something like entering a snowglobe. Snowflakes swirled around her, and she watched with delight as they landed on her arms, her shoulders, the ends of her hair. Each one was different, but each was thoroughly exquisite in its own way. She knew that most people didn’t get her love of winter and snow but it was beautiful and fascinating, and she would go on loving it despite what anyone else might say.

So engrossed was Jen in the snow swirling around her, that she barely noticed moving from her place in the cabin until the air cleared and she found herself just inside the Charming’s flat. Her eyes fell first on the tremendous, festively decorated Christmas tree in the sitting area and then the simpler evergreen wreath hanging on the inside of the door.

So it was Christmastime in her version of events? Well, why not? Wasn’t Christmas the time for magic? And she would need some heavy duty, industrial strength magic to fix the mess Isaac had made of the latter part of season 6.

“So Hook….he killed my father? Okay, that’s a little tough to process.” she heard David say from the kitchen area, and suddenly she knew just exactly where they were in the story.

She hung back for a moment, trying to figure out just the right time and the right way to intervene.

“I was hoping I didn’t have to tell you,” Emma said, sounding defeated from her perch on the breakfast bar.

“Where the hell is Hook anyway?” David asked, aggressively pacing the kitchen. “He didn’t have the guts to come tell me himself?”

If anything, Emma looked even more dejected. “There’s more. Hook, he … he left town.”

“What?” David exclaimed, finally coming to a stop and staring at his daughter in disbelief.

“We had a big fight about him hiding this, and I told him if he wasn’t ready to trust me that, that we shouldn’t talk for a while,” Emma said, “so I guess he wasn’t ready, because Leroy saw him on the docks, and he got on the Nautilus and just…sailed away.”

At this, Jen found herself shaking her head, hurrying forward to intervene.

“Emma,” she said gently, “are you sure? Are you absolutely SURE that’s what happened?”

Emma looked up, anger and pain written all over her face. She spread her hands wide. “He’s not here, is he? What am I supposed to think?”

“I know how hurt you are by all that happened,” Jen said, “but hasn’t he shown you yet that you don’t need to put up your walls to protect yourself from him? Hasn’t he proven how much he loves you?”

“Not enough to keep from hiding things from me,” she muttered.

“Kind of like how you hid the truth about the shears and your destiny as savior from him?” Jen asked, being careful to keep any hint of accusation from her tone.

“That’s….that’s different!” Emma spluttered, jumping from the counter and striding purposely toward the coat rack. “I’ve gotta get to the station. Look, whatever you or I or anyone else might think of him, the facts are the facts, and the fact is that Leroy saw him leave me. End of discussion.”

As though to punctuate her sentence, she stepped out the door and slammed it behind her. The Christmas wreath on the door fell to the floor with the violence of the action. David moved forward to replace the decoration on its perch.

“You know I’m right, don’t you David?” Jen asked.

He didn’t look at her, instead taking long moments to adjust the wreath just so on the door. Finally he turned back to face her. “She’s my daughter, Jen, and she’s hurting, and he’s the cause of it, whatever led to it. My focus has to be on helping her heal”

“But if things aren’t exactly the way they look…if maybe this is the work of a villain or something,” Jen said, “wouldn’t the ideal way to help her be to figure out the truth? And you know Killian. You know how much he loves Emma. Doesn’t he deserve the benefit of the doubt?”

David frowned, and Jen could tell her words struck a chord in him. “I suppose you’re right.”

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

With another delightful swirl of snow, Jen found herself transported to the sheriff’s station where David and Emma were discussing digitizing files and the merits of busywork to help dull the pain. She decided to hang back in the shadows, watching to see how this scene played out.

“I’ve got just the thing to mend a broken heart,” Regina said happily, brushing snow off of her coat as she breezed into the station and held up a small piece of paper rolled into a scroll.

Emma eyed it warily. “Whatever spell that is, I don’t want it. I’m seriously not in the mood for magic.”

“Who said anything about magic?” Regina said unfurling the scroll which was covered in so many images of the season, it looked like Christmas had thrown up all over it. “It’s a two for one drink coupon for that new club, Aesop’s Tables. Seems they’re having a big Christmas sale. It’d be a shame to waste it!”

David stepped up, looking at the coupon and shaking his head. “Really? You think half priced liquor is the way to go.”

“I certainly do,” Regina said. “We need a ladies night out, me, Emma and Snow. We go early enough, we can get back in time for Christmas eve with the family.”

Emma looked unimpressed at the suggestion. “Remember she’s in a sleeping curse? She’s at home. Asleep.”

“Well, she doesn’t have to be asleep,” Regina said with a meaningful look at David.

“Oh come on! I just woke up!” he said. Regina gave him a look, and he rolled his eyes. “I guess she doesn’t have to be asleep.”

Emma got to her feet, clearly in no mood for any of this. “I can’t. I’m about to go on patrol, and shouldn’t you be trying to break that curse?”

Regina blew out an exasperated breath. “Well, I’m working on it, but I could use a break. We all could. I know you’re hurting, and I know you’re trying to hide it because, well, you’re Emma, but you can’t just run from this.”

Emma gave her a hard look. “I didn’t run. Hook ran, so, there’s nothing more to say.” She placed the last file on the pile in front of her with rather more force than strictly necessary, and then headed toward the door. It was abundantly clear that she was running from the conversation as much as she was heading out on rounds.

“You know,” David said speculatively as she walked out, “I’ve been thinking.”

Regina snorted, “a dangerous pastime.”

He glared at her and then went back to the topic at hand. “I’m not sure it’s true. I’m not sure Hook really DID run,” he finished.

“Well he’s not here, is he?” she asked, gesturing around the office to make her point. “Seems your daughter has some reason to think he skipped town.”

“Leroy,” David said.

“I beg your pardon?” Regina said.

“Leroy’s her reason,” David said. “He apparently saw Hook on the docks, told Emma something about Hook getting on the Nautilus and sailing away.”

Regina tutted derisively. “Leroy? Emma’s just going on the word of that gossip girl?”

David shrugged. “You know how hard it is for Emma to trust, how closely she guards her heart. She’s hurting, but you and I both know Hook. That man isn’t capable of loving by half measures. It doesn’t make sense that he’d decide he doesn’t trust her and just….cut his losses and skip town.”

Jen nodded in satisfaction. That’s the David she knew, rather than the clueless one Isaac wrote, the one who was ready to believe the worst of Killian at the slightest provocation.

“I guess you have a point there,” Regina conceded, “and we do have a psychopath running around trying to separate Emma from all her sources of support. I can’t believe I’m saying this, but maybe it’s time to give the pirate the benefit of the doubt.”

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

With another swirl of snow, Jen found herself in the sitting room of Emma’s house. She smiled as she saw the tall Christmas tree in the corner, bedecked with lights and garland and all manner of hook, swan, storybook and Disney character ornaments.

The smile slid from her face as she spied Emma and Henry sitting together at opposite ends of the sofa. Henry played on his phone, earbuds in place while Emma slowly, gently placed Hook’s possessions in his chest. She hesitated as she reached Liam’s ring hanging from its chain. She held it close, looking down at it, the tears coming to her eyes in spite of herself.

Beside her, Henry seemed to notice her distress. He pulled the earbuds from his ears. “Mom, you okay?”

Emma took a deep breath and decisively placed the ring in the trunk and closed the lid. “Yeah, I’m fine,” she answered. “I have to be,” she added under her breath. “Henry, can you take this out to the shed later?”

Henry nodded. “Yeah, whatever you want.”

That was it? That was all Henry had to say on the matter? Clearly it was time for Jen to intervene again.

“Take a moment to think about this Emma, Henry,” Jen said. “Look at what’s sitting before you. Hook’s chest, filled with all his most prized possessions. If he was going to leave you, why would he leave all of that behind?”

Jen saw a small glimmer of hope dawn in Emma’s eye, but just as quickly it disappeared. “I don’t know, but I’ve already told you. I have to face the facts. Holding on to false hope only hurts worse.”

Beside her, Henry furled his brow. “Jen’s got a point, mom,” he said, Jen nodded in satisfaction. Maybe the Truest Believer was ready to work his (metaphorical) magic once more. “Killian spent two hundred years trying to avenge my grandma Milah. Once he loves someone, he loves them forever.”

There was that tiny spark of hope in her eyes once more. It lasted longer this time before it faded. “But sometimes love is not enough. Seems that’s the case with Hook.”

“Mom, he literally went to hell for you,” Henry said. “You two were proven True Love. When Zeus wanted to send Killian to his ultimate reward–to the place he truly belonged–he sent him back to you. You really think he gave all of that up over an argument?”

Emma took a moment to think this over and seemed to be on the verge of responding when there was a brisk knock on the door, and a moment later David and Regina strolled in.

“Regina…what the hell?” Emma asked, getting to her feet.

“Your Charming father and I have been talking,” Regina said, “and we’ve come to the conclusion that you’re being an idiot.”

“I’d like to point out for the record, that that is not the conclusion I came to,” David said with an exasperated glare in the direction of his step-mother-in-law. “I said that I thought your pain might be clouding your judgment.”

“Technicalities,” Regina said with a wave of the hand.

Emma rolled her eyes. “As much as I’m enjoying the bickering at my expense,” she drawled, “is there a point to your visit?”

“We were thinking,” David said, stepping forward. “How many times in this town has a villain screwed with things and made circumstances seem different than they are in order to despirit the heroes and further their plan? How can we be sure Gideon didn’t, I don’t know, do something to make Killian leave?”

There was that hope in Emma’s eyes once more, and this time it stubbornly refused to fade. “Do you really think that could be the case?” she asked.

“Of course!” Henry said, “and we know what Gideon’s trying to do! He’s trying to separate Emma from all her sources of support before the final battle! It would be just like him to get rid of Killian, her true love.”

“But…” Emma said, starting to protest once more, but far more weakly this time.

“Emma he’s your True Love, and that’s a special kind of magic,” David said, placing his hands on her arms. “Don’t you at least owe him–and yourself–trying to figure out for sure?”

“I suppose you’re right,” Emma said, “but how? Forget why he left. We don’t even know where he went.”

Jen stepped up, looking at Regina. “It’s Christmas time. Surely there’s some sort of…I don’t know…enchanted Christmas ornament ro something that can help us out.”

“I don’t know about an ornament,” Regina said slowly, “but there is the legend of the Christmas wreath.”

“What legend is that, mom?” Henry asked.

“Well the evergreen wreath is a symbol of everlasting love, right?” Regina asked. “You know, evergreens never shedding their green needles, the circle the symbol of that with no beginning or end, all of that?”

Emma shrugged.

“Well, apparently, at Christmastime, the wreath has a special, even greater magic,” Regina says. “The magic of the season enhances its True Love properties, and, in short, if someone is True Love, it’s said they will be able to see their True Love in it, assuming they adorn it with something meaningful belonging to said True Love.”

“One problem,” Emma said. “I don’t have a wreath.”

“But Grandma and Grandpa do!” Henry said excitedly. “They made it together and it’s on their door! That could work, couldn’t it?”

Regina groaned. “Given how utterly sickening their True Love is, I’d say a wreath they lovingly made together might be the perfect option.”

“And as for something meaningful to Killian,” Emma said, reaching into the trunk and grasping Liam’s ring, “I’ve got the perfect thing.”

“Well, what are we waiting for?” David asked with a broad smile. “Let’s get back to the loft!”

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

“I don’t see anything,” Emma said dejectedly several minutes later.

Regina had poofed them directly to the loft, and Emma had wasted no time in draping Liam’s ring over her parents’ wreath before staring into the center of it.

“You have to believe, Emma,” Regina said, “truly believe in the strength and everlasting nature of your love. You need to put all doubts from your mind.”

Emma took a deep breath, closed her eyes for a moment, and then looked back through the center of the wreath. She gasped, hearing him before she saw him.

“Emma? Emma are you there? I didn’t mean to leave. I was on my way back to you and Gideon, he sent me away.”

Slowly the picture began to emerge from within the wreath. Killian seemed to be in some exotic place, a place in the desert. If Emma wasn’t mistaken, he was standing beside…was that Ariel?...and he was speaking into what looked like a seashell.

“Seems he’s trying to communicate via ‘shell’ phone,” David grinned. Regina groaned and Emma shushed them both, concentrating on what she was hearing from the wreath…or shell…or whatever the hell was happening.

“I would never leave you. Emma. He wanted me out of the way, and I love you. I don’t know if you can hear me but I’m trying to get home to you, and I won’t ever stop until I do.”

Tears of relief filled Emma’s eyes and spilled down over her cheeks. “Killian?” she answered.

Through the wreath, she saw him start and look down in wonder at the shell in his hand. “Emma? You’re there?”

“I’m here,” she said tearfully. “I hear you. I love you too!”

“I’m trying desperately to get home to you,” he said. “Christmas is tomorrow, and I couldn’t bear to spend it without you. Do you have any suggestions?”

Emma looked around at Regina. “Anything more to that wreath legend?” she asked. “Can it, like, transport someone?”

“Well,” Regina said slowly, “I suppose it’s possible, if he could find a wreath of his own and something of yours to tether them together. Maybe the wreath could bring him home.”

“Are you there, love?” Killian asked.

“He can’t hear you?” Emma asked Regina.

She shrugged. “Well he’s not my True Love.”

Emma rolled her eyes before telling Killian what Regina had just conveyed to her. It was a matter of just a moment to get everything arranged. As luck would have it, Ariel had, among her tremendous collection of random things, a Christmas wreath, and Killian was able to tether it to Emma’s by adding her engagement ring to its boughs.

There was a flash of Christmas lights, and then he was there, back in the room with them.

Jen held her breath, knowing what was coming, thrilled at the prospect of being a witness to it. She pulled back to give them a bit of privacy, even if she had no intention of withdrawing entirely from a scene of such great importance to her very favorite fictional couple.

“I’m sorry, Emma,” Killian said, taking her hand. “I should have told you what I did to your grandfather all those years ago, and I should never, never have even considered running away.

Jen noticed the tears in Emma’s eyes, her watery smile as she looked up at him. “It’s okay. I didn’t exactly make it easy for you to tell me the truth. Come on. Let’s get you cleaned up.”

She turned away, trying to pull him with her, but he held his ground. “No,” he said, “no, there’s something I have to do before I get pushed into another portal and this time, I’m gonna do it the right way.”

Killian reached into his jacket pocket, wincing with the pain the movement caused his bruised body. He pulled out the engagement ring and Jen noticed how brilliantly it shown in the light of the Christmas tree behind them.

“Swan,” he continued "I know that you face an uncertain future, but there’s one thing I want you to be certain of–that I will always, always be by your side.” He sunk to one knee gazing up at her with every ounce of the love and adoration he felt for her. “So, Emma Swan, what do you say? Will you marry me?”

While normally not nearly as exuberant as Krystal, it was only with great difficulty that Jen restrained herself from squealing. The scene had been beautiful and romantic when she’d watched it on her TV screen–multiple times–but being there, in person–there were no words.

And then when Emma got to her knees beside him, took his face in her hands, gave him her yes and then kissed him tenderly, there was no way Jen could have held back her ecstatic sigh.

Neither Emma nor Killian, who were thoroughly engrossed with each other and cocooned in their love nor anyone else in the room heard or noticed as the snow swirled one last time to transport Jen back to the cabin.

NEXT CHAPTER->

#christmas reruns 2023 #cs fanfiction #captain swan christmas ff #my fanfiction #girls' trip fairy tale ending

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Egotober 2023 day 30: In the Bog

Summary: Dark goes with two of her boys to get a lost item, and get more than they bargained for.

A/N: Birthdays for Illinois, Yancy and Magnum. One of which is not appearing in this fic.

Prompt: Witch/Wizard

Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24, 25, 26, 27, 28, 29, 30, 31

Yancy liked getting out of town, stretching his legs.

The Manor was great, the haunted woods were great, but he liked seeing new places. Even if there was a pit in his stomach that he couldn’t identify. But it was fine. He was with Dark and his older brother Illinois. Everything was alright with the world.

Except for the fact that he was in the middle of a bog in the haunted woods. Boating down a swampy river. Yancy was in a black leather jacket, jeans, and a white shirt.

Dark had made a little boat out of pure aura. Magic driving the boat forward in whatever direction Dark wanted. Dark was in her red soul form, aura dancing between her fingers and staining her sharp nails with an inky black aura.

“Is she going to have it?” Illinois asked Dark.

“Yes,” she said. Her aura moved over to center Illinois’s hat, and to smooth down the collar of his shirt. “But that’s not the problem.”

Dark stopped talking and stood up, her aura grabbing an illusion in front of them and prying it open.

Instead of more river was a marshy island with an old cabin that looked like it was more made of sticks and moss than actual wood.

The door opened and a small, old woman came out. She came to stand on the shore of the marshy island. A long wooden walking stick in her hand.

Just as Dark’s boat wedged itself into the bog around the island.

“Foul hag,” she said with all the defiance that Dark hated.

“Wretched crone,” Dark said in kind.

“What do you want?” She asked.

Dark’s ringing became a bit more shrill. “You know what I want. Give me it back, you hag.”

“Beauty before age, you old witch,” she said.

Dark felt the need to smite her with her aura.

Yancy leaned over the side of the boat, giving his best smile. “Hey, pardon my mom, we need those ingredients,” Yancy said.

The bog witch smiled at Yancy. “My, my. What a polite young man. You must have gotten your manners from your other father, because this one, in any version, certainly has none.”

“Come on, it’ll be fine,” Illinois said. “We got this.”

“That hubris will be your downfall,” the witch said.

“You sound like my ex,” Illinois said.

“Give me the box,” Dark said, aura curled around her.

“I will give you the box if you let me divinate your boys’ futures,” the witch told Dark.

“You are not coming a mile near them with your nasty tonics,” Dark said.

“Come on, it’ll be fine,” Illinois said as he got out of the boat and onto the island. His lucky coin in hand. “I won’t let her poison Songbird.”

Yancy climbed out after his adopted brother, making Dark stay close to them.

“One wrong move and you’re dead,” Dark said as her boat disintegrated, its job done for now.

They moved into the surprisingly spacious but still homely. Dark hung around nearby as the witch poured out some bowls of soup.

“Just eat what you want,” the witch said. “No need to feel pressured.”

Illinois tried to eat the entire thing but found himself unable to finish it, leaving some large chunks of potatoes behind. Potatoes that he knew he should enjoy. There was more than a bit of broth still left.

For Yancy’s bowl he’s been able to finish the whole thing except for little stringy root vegetables that he didn’t know what they were. Eventually he would learn that they were yuca. The yuca had deep cuts along the outside that looked like vertical bars.

Yancy was busy picking strands of yuca out of his teeth as the witch came over to him over their bowls.

She hummed over Yancy’s first, poking at the yucca that had seemed to get harder than it should have. “I see things lost, to be returned and then lost again. A trap with a key in your palm but a locked door in front of you.”

“Youse talking about finding my blue suede shoes?” Yancy couldn’t think of a single other more important thing that he had lost. “I loved making jokes with them.”

“Time will tell,” the witch said.

Then she turned to Illinois’s bowl, looking at the potatoes floating in broth like islands in a sea. “You will find what you lack. True love that comes with a price.”

Illinois’s head canted to the side a bit and he smiled. “What do they look like? Am I allowed to know or is it one of those things where I’ll know it when I see it.

“The options are as many as islands in an ocean, but only one will grant you safe harbor.” The witch spoke as she walked over to a cabinet and pulled out an ornate black and golden box.

She placed it on the table and Dark carefully grabbed it and opened it. Revealing a ballerina in red with short black hair, dancing in place as soft music played.

Dark closed it and moved it into a portal that brought the music box safely to her office in the Manor.

“Thank you for the soup, boys, let's go,” Dark said with gritted teeth.

Dark took Illinois and Yancy through a portal. Illinois and Yancy thanked her as they left.

The witch smiled after them.

Her work, for now, was done.

A/N: I wanted to include Magnum, I tried but he didn’t show up to the film shoot. Maybe next time.

#Egotober 2023 #Superhero AU #Masks and Maladies #Darkiplier #ahwm yancy #ahwm illinois #protective Darkiplier #magic #magic future reading soup #magic soup

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Task #6 – Soundtrack to Your Life: Create a playlist that reflects a significant story moment for your character.

Songs to be a teenage crime fighter to

Or some of the songs that reflect Kim leading a double life of being a teenager and a crime fighter.

1. Confident - Demi Lovato

What's wrong with being confident? (Uh-huh) What's wrong with being, what's wrong with being What's wrong with being confident?

2. Miss Independent - Ne-Yo

Miss independent Won't you come and spend a little time? She got her own thing That's why I love her

3. Look At Her Now - Selena Gomez

Happiness Ain't something you sit back and you wait for Mmm, ah Confidence Is throwing your heart through every brick wall Mmm, ah

4. Criminal - Britney Spears

He is a villain by the devil's law He is a killer just for fun, fun, fun, fun The man's a snitch and unpredictable He's got no conscience, he got none, none, none, none

5. Save The Day - Selena Gomez

Save the day D-d-d-d-d-d-day, d-d-d-d-d-d-day D-d-d-d-d-d-day, oh Save the day

6. You Don’t Own Me (feat. G-Eazy) - SAYGRACE

You don't own me I'm not just one of your many toys You don't own me Don't say I can't go with other boys

7. you should see me in a crown - Billie Eilish

You should see me in a crown (You should see me, see me) Your silence is my favorite sound (You should see me, see me)

8. Vigilante Shit - Taylor Swift

I don't start shit, but I can tell you how it ends Don't get sad, get even

9. One Way Or Another - Blondie

One way or another, I'm gonna find ya I'm gonna get ya, get ya, get ya, get ya

10. Potential Breakup Song - Aly & AJ

It took too long, it took too long, it took too long For you to call back And normally, I would just forget that Except for the fact it was my birthday, my stupid birthday

11. Survivor - Destiny’s Child

I'm a survivor (What?) I'm not gon' give up (What? Yeah) I'm not gon' stop (What?) I'm gon' work harder (What? Yeah)

12. It’s On - Superchick

It all comes down to this You take your best shot, might miss You take it anyway

13. I Knew You Were Trouble - Taylor Swift

'Cause I knew you were trouble when you walked in So shame on me now Flew me to places I'd never been

14. Fighter - Christina Aguilera

Makes me that much stronger Makes me work a little bit harder Makes me that much wiser So thanks for making me a fighter

15. Let’s Go Home Together - Ella Henderson, Tom Grennan

I'd never have given you a second look But I like the way you don't give a damn You seem like someone I could pick a fight with And dance all night with Maybe you'll like me the way I am

#swynwrimo #swynwrimo2022 #swynwrimokim #swynwrimotammy #cut for length

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thesecretattic · 2 years

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Sometimes your story ends before it could begin…

Before I leave I’ll like to share this:

A lot of people sadistically “quote” these things which are not only impractical & condescending but also extremely hurtful, humiliating and flippant or snide, the same people who write such “quotes” and sermons are either happily married or in a relationship/some even have kids, in fact they’ve never seen a lonely day in their life. It’s easy to preach or belittle someone but it’s hard to adhere to these things especially when they don’t make much sense or you have no other alternative. Do you’ll think Shakespeare, Mark Twain or any other writer/philosopher would have quoted such things? As a female, quote no. 18 is extremely intimidating for us

There was a girl in my college who was once backstabbing another girl, it was her 16th Birthday (I know how I’ve missed my 16th & even 21st Birthday, no one ever wished me and it’s probably because of such people) she and her friends not only ruined it but they were also making fun of her and when things got worse as in her dress somehow tore in the middle of the party which was already embarrassing, that girl went to change inside & everyone started leaving from there, her mother stopped them but they didn’t wait for her they just laughed and left and this “girl” who was present at the party, she asked, “Her and mother had no self respect or what?” I formed a very bad opinion about her after that… She was laughing hysterically and she added, “One after the other all bad things started happening” Had she told me that now, as an adult I would’ve told her “Because you are Manhoos you went there that’s why this happened” I always knew I would be a very savage parent (if I would have taken up parenting) translation: Because you are unlucky, you went there that’s why she had so much bad luck.” If I would’ve been present at the party I would have waited back and fixed her mood. Btw the Birthday girl and me were a year ahead due to early admission and this other narcissistic girl (who was a 4’9” fair and pretty pixie/midget) was 18-19 thanks to late admission.

1. Have some Self Respect, Dignity & Self Worth, walk away, immediately walk away, go where you are celebrated not tolerated

2. Once someone avoids you, never disturb them again

3. Be your own Hero, you don’t need a man… I feel like asking, “Then why did you marry a man?”

4. Love yourself, take yourself on dates, like your own photos, appreciate yourself, give yourself compliments, talk to yourself like you would talk to someone you love… yup and soon you’ll be sitting in front of a psychiatrist.

5. Be good to yourself because that’s who you’ll be spending the rest of your life with - people who’ve always been alone like me and who have no hope would still say “Shubh shubh bol” please say something positive

6. Would you do anything for someone you love? Okay now fall in love with yourself and do that for yourself - Honestly even the previous line wasn’t sounding that healthy, you can’t be so obsessed with someone that you would do anything for them.

7. Don’t wait for someone else to take you out on dinners, take yourself out - Do you like seeing people single or something?

8. If you are not happy single, you will never be happy in a relationship, no one’s love will ever make you happy

9. Loneliness is sad, being alone is a bliss - it’s the same sh*t

10. If they wanted to, they would have

11. If you were meant to be together, you would’ve been together

12. This was literally in a book, just this one line on a 6 x 9 big page: “Babygirl if he would have cared, you would’ve known.” That’s it :/ I don’t know what makes people think all this is very pensive and deep…

13. Cinderella just wanted a night off, she didn’t attend the party for a Prince

14. Don’t chase love, do your own thing and the right person will come to you - hasn’t worked since 1885, why do you think people download dating apps?

15. Don’t beg someone for love, time or attention, don’t be a chaser

16. There is a difference between love and desperation

17. Don’t force conversations, friendships or love - “Force”, that’s a mighty word.

18. Don’t choose, get chosen - so basically as a girl we have no choice and if a creep chooses us, we will settle on him?

19. Don’t wait for a message which will never arrive

20. Loving someone who doesn’t love you is like waiting for a ship at an airport - yes especially if the person weighs a ton, it’s just a joke… everyone’s cortisol is increasing these days, here’s one more, in India you never say “Ton” you say “Tun-Tun” As a kid I once asked what’s that cuz I thought it was a word and someone told me, “It was an actress who was fat” I was like, “That’s mean” but I was born in this generation where we find everything incriminating and it is, especially because of internet, people have found a new place to openly troll each other, they scream things even when they can whisper

21. Love yourself enough to hate them

22. Don’t expect someone to give the same amount of love as you

23.

…and the list goes on

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xxsycamore · 3 years

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Hi! Can I please request Chevalier x MC #18 (nipple play) and quote #21? Thank you so much! 💖

Thank you so much for requesting me! I figured I could make this one a bit more romantic, so Chevalier is not as merciless in this one (Or is he?). I hope you like it, dear!

- KINKTOBER DAY 18 - Seduction [ CHEVALIER/MC SMUT ]

Rating: E

Word count: 1,686

Relationship: F/M; Chevalier Michel/MC (Emma)

Tags: Nipple Play; Nipple Licking; Fondling; Size Difference; slight size kink; Slight primal kink; Teasing; Dirty Talk; Lingerie

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Written for my Visions of Temptation Kinktober 2021 challenge. [DAY 1] [DAY 2] [DAY 3] [DAY 4] [DAY 5] [DAY 6] [DAY 7] [DAY 8] [DAY 9] [DAY 10] [DAY 11] [DAY 12] [DAY 13] [DAY 14] [DAY 15] [DAY 16] [DAY 17]

DAY 18 - Nipple play + “Does it feel that good? You’re trembling, you know.”

Emma feels a cold shiver run down her back as she stares at the exquisitely packaged supply of new clothes.

When Rio said it is a good idea to freshen up her wardrobe with new nightgown additions, Emma thought nothing about it. Sure, it had something to do with the fact that from now on she would be sharing a room with Chevalier, after the latter claimed her as his lover. Emma wasn't sure what's so bad about her current choice of nightwear, but decided to go with it. She even let Rio choose for her.

Which was a major mistake, she now discovers.

Lifting off the first item in the package by its straps, Emma examines it with pure shock. What is this flimsy, tenuous thing?! It's true that nights tend to be hot this time of the year and sheer fabrics are to be preferred, but this…

Emma shakes her head and puts the thing to the side, moving on to the next.

It's even worse. The delicate lace runs up to chest area and engulfs it completely, putting everything underneath on display. No. Definitely no.

The next one is quite similar, this time coming in a provocative shade of red. Emma puts it down on the pile without even unfolding it to spare a glance.

She briskly empties out the contents of the package, confirming her worst fear. They're all like that.

Getting off the bed with a hand over her mouth, she stares down at the articles scattered across the large king-sized bed in Chevalier's room. Which is now their room. Speaking of him, Emma darts her gaze to the clock, checking how much time she has before he comes back. She just has to pay a short visit to her own chambers, to retrieve one of her…normal nightgowns, and shove these at the bottom of some drawer.

Tidying them up and going back to the very first one of the bunch, she decides to give it a chance after all and put it on. Maybe it would look somewhat proper once it's on her.

Looking at the person in the mirror, Emma refuses to meet her own gaze. She's fond of her own naked forms enough, but looking at them, she looks from her lover's perspective. He would see just what she sees, in its full suggestiveness. Sleeping naked sounds better than this, even. At least her birthday suit is something Chevalier has already seen her in…

A knock on the door interrupts her worrisome thoughts. Placing a hand over her startled heart, she speaks up.

"Who is it?"

A familiar voice answers from the other side.

"It's me. Who else do you expect in this hour?"

It's Chevalier. It's nice to see that he remembered to knock altogether, but it doesn't make the situation any better.

"I'm changing. Can you please give me a minute?"

Without waiting for a reply, Emma strides to the wardrobe and puts on the first vest that comes before her eyes. She blows out most of the candles in the room just in time to hear Chevalier's raised voice.

"And wait in front of the door like a servant? I'm coming in. Just turn around, I won't be looking."

The door creaks open as he enters, at first taken aback by the lack of light in the room. The moon is almost full, allowing him to see just fine once his eyes get used to it. His gaze still lowers as a sign that he keeps his promise of not looking at Emma. Only, Emma is not amid changing at all. He stares at her standing in the middle of the room, huddled into a vest as if she is cold or something. She manages a smile, albeit an awkward one that only leaves room for more suspicion.

"Welcome back, Chevalier."

He walks to her, holding her gaze until he is close enough that she has to raise her chin in order to continue looking at him.

Chevalier remains silent as he uses the thumb of one hand to stroke across her cheek, in an almost soothing manner. It disappears quickly as the same hand comes lower, gripping the clothing draped around her shoulders and briskly pulling it off her.

His expression changes to subtle perplexing upon the revealed sight. Then it changes again, to one of satisfaction.

Emma still tries to hug her arms around her frame, but is stopped by Chevalier. She discovers the smirk on his face and pales up.

"It's not-"

"You needn't excuse yourself. I'm pleased with your choice. Though your boldness is surprising."

His hand returns to caress over her chin, this time sliding underneath it in order to make her look up. She should know by now to recognize the gesture as a signal for an upcoming kiss, yet still the soft gasp leaves her lips once Chevalier claims them.

The kiss is sweet and it's so easy for her to lose track of how they move to the bed. Emma finds herself situated atop of Chevalier's lap, thankfully facing away once their kiss ends. Feeling his chest pressed up against her tiny backside, Emma is glad that the spreading blush on her cheeks remains a secret. It's also too much to look him in the eye right now that she is close enough for the clothing on her to be seen for all it is.

Chevalier's hands come to rest upon her knees, thumbs nudging in the hem of the nightgown. He slowly slides his hands upward, taking the fabric along as more and more of her tights are exposed for him. Emma bites on her bottom lip, spreading her legs instinctively until they fall off the sides of Chevalier's own. He is only ready to make use of the newly discovered territory as he runs his fingernails over the paper-thin skin of her inner tights. Emma shivers whole, the touch almost tickling her as she fights not to let out any naughty noises so early on. It's hard to do so.

Trying to predict his moves proves to be futile, as instead of slipping into her panties, Chevalier continues running his hands upwards. He follows the curve of her waist on both sides, until he suddenly gropes her breasts.

"Ah-"

Any efforts not to moan go to waste as Chevalier breathes out a chuckle of satisfaction. His warm hands hold her breasts up for a second before gently releasing them. He can sense the way Emma takes in a large portion of breath and her ribcage expands underneath his hands, and it stirs something primal within him. She is so lovely like this, small and fragile in his arms, all his. And yet she still dares to seduce him using such cheap tricks as sexy lingerie, as if he doesn’t already want her enough. It's the bravery of it that turns him on the most.

Emma feels a jolt running thought her as Chevalier's fingers graze her nipples. He strokes his fingerpads across them, bringing them to full hardness in mere seconds. The sheer fabric of the clothing only emphasizes the feeling, resulting in a string of pleasure-fueled noises escaping from Emma. Chevalier never ceases his movements, now rolling her taut peaks between his index fingers and his thumbs, pulling on them repeatedly.

“Does it feel that good? You’re trembling, you know. Do you enjoy having your nipples played with so much?"

Emma grips whatever happens to be on the way of her hands, the bedsheets, Chevalier's thighs, as she mutters out her answer.

"Yes, I love it. I want more, please!"

"Turn around to face me and put your hands around my neck."

Emma's half-lidded eyes open again as she hurries to comply, looking forward to the next part of her lover's merciless act. Her damp core is soon to be staining the front of Chevalier's lap and she wishes he would do something about it, even if a part of her is enjoying the thrill of the tease.

After a quick discardment of his overcoat, Chevalier accepts her in his embrace with a fierce kiss. He pays up extra attention into claiming her mouth, as if wanting to devour her whole, leaving her lips agape in its wake as he licks a wet strap down her neck. He places kisses on her exposed cleavage, his teeth scraping on it as he reaches his hands to her breasts again.

In the brief minute of rest Emma's chest hasn't gotten any less sensitive, and Chevalier's tongue swapping across her perk nipples only proves that. This time her moans are louder, clearer, and Chevalier brings his arms to encircle her waist and keep her upright. He buries his face completely in her chest, breathing in her aroma as he suckles on her left breast. The fabric dampens with his saliva, highlighting the impact of his ministrations as Emma breathes out his name.

"Chevalier- Chevalier please, oh God, please lay me down and take me already!"

A soft rumble in his chest is enough to indicate he's heard her loud and clear, yet he takes his time toying with her chest as he pleases. He finishes off with a kiss on the apex of her breasts, something that makes Emma blush harder than anything prior.

Standing up and guiding her beneath him, Chevalier can finally admire Emma from above. Gesturing her to take off her nightgown, he removes the rest of his own clothing before joining her on the bed as well.

Still she is the most beautiful like this, bare from head to toe and laying underneath him. With wandering eyes he drinks on the sight of her, deciding if he should give even more attention to her breasts, or perhaps lick her pussy to completion once or twice before the main event of the night. Normally he is not the type to go as far as to lose his mind in the throes of passion, yet he still needs to make a reminder to tell her to doll herself up for him again some time.

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One-Sentence Prompts

1. “Today you may not understand, but one day you will know.”

2. “Step away from him. Step away from him before I kill you.”

3. “You and I were both very bad men, but the difference is that you try to be good again while I can’t even become to understand what means to be such thing.”

4. “Don’t make me repeat myself. You don’t want me losing time with words.”

5. “Who do you think you are, coming in my house and disrespecting my family?”

6. “You died! That’s what happened!”

7. “Look at me! Look at me and tell me that I’m worthy of love! Tell me I’m good!”

8. “Stop looking at me like that, like I am something.”

9. “How can you say you love me when I have done so much evil?”

10. “It’s too late! They are all dead! I’m alone! I’m all alone now!”

11. “Leave me alone! Do like all of them and leave me too!”

12. “You know I’m not good with handcraft gifts, but since it’s your birthday I tried.”

13. “Oh, you were sleeping! Sorry! Actually, can I stay here with you?”

14. “If everyone you know were chasing you, you would be a cautious too.”

15. You think I am crazy, don’t you?”

16. “To how many people did you say I was crazy?”

17. “Good to know that you talk behind my back so eagerly.”

18. “What? Didn’t expect me to know you were a little dirty liar?”

19. “I’ve been betrayed enough times to know how this is going to end.”

20. “You laid a hand on my daughter, so it’s only fair that I lay a hammer on your head.”

21. “I want him destroyed. Emotionally, socially and mentally. I want him to suffer for the rest of his life.”

22. “Don’t you think he gets really pretty when he’s ruining lives?”

23. “You will never be as beautiful as you were just now, ending that man’s life. Such beauty.”

24. “Give me the phone. Go back to study, your lazy ass.”

25. “I wish you all the joy and all the friends. And when the sad days come, hope you don’t suffer but learn how to take the pain.”

26. “I wish you all the happiness and love in this new phase of your life. Please, (S/N)*, make my best friend as happy as he once made me.”

27. “ I swear the if I hear any sound, I’ll go berserk.”

28. “Okay. Do you think Mom and Dad will miss the doorknob? Or the window?”

29. “Jesus Christ, Mom will kill us.”

30. “Oh, God, no. I’m too young and intelligent to die like this!”

31. “Please, please. Don’t leave me here all alone. DON’T DIE AND LEAVE ME ALONE!”

32. “Put that bottle down, don’t listen to what it said.”

33. Oh my God! How cute! They sneezed at the same time!”

34. “You kicked a ball at (S/N)*’s face?! Are you crazy?! Dad is going to kill us!”

35. “Hey, (S/N)*! I think your dog is broken.”

36. “For the last time, stop calling my boyfriend a stray. He has pedigree, okay?”

37. “How the hell do you stand each other?”

38. “Alright! Where did you found one of those and where can I get one too?”

39. “How many siblings do you have? A football time?”

40. “I’m more impressed with the fact that you found someone who cares about themselves as much as you and still found place to love you.”

41.” Listen here, you dense motherfucker, you fuck up with my sibling and I fuck up with your life. And I guarantee that you are going to suffer so much more then them.”

42. “I missed you so fucking much, you crazy fucker assassin!”

43. “Sir, there’s a man named (S/N)* with a kid wanting to se-- Wait, sir! Don’t run! Sir!”

44. “Thank heavens! You are home! Both of you are home! Finally, finally! I don’t ever want you two out of my sight ever again.”

45. “Aiya, aiya. Don’t be like that! We are home, that’s what matters.”

46. “You never, ever dare to disappear like that again, son of a bitch.”

47. “He killed my little brother. So I’m going to kill him now too.”

48. “You act like you didn’t want to see that fucker dead too.”

49. “Actually, killing that guy was one of the nicest things you guys ever did for me. Thank you, I think.”

50. “Big brother is very proud of you, lil’ chum. Don’t ever forget that.”

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A/N: There’s not going to be an update on Wednesday (it’s the day after my birthday and I’m going to go cry at the space station) lol. The next two parts will be like - alternative timeline/pov/intermission posts. Which will just be to add some depth to the story I guess. Stay safe! See you next Saturday!

* “Get out”

* You can’t have been parked more than five minutes before Jessica prys the driver side door open from the outside

* You’re hunched over the binder in your lap, hurriedly scrawling answers onto the worksheet

* Edward just sighs, moving to get out of the car

* “Wait-“

* You stop him by placing your hand on his shoulder

* Edward grins, so these are boyfriend privileges huh?

* You’re going to pick him over your human friends. Well he would be lying-

* “Give me the answer to the last question before you go.”

* Edward deflates

* Guess somethings don’t change.

* “It’s sin(x) equals 18”

* You nod, quickly writing down the answer

* “Thanks Edward.” You mumble learning over to press a chaste kiss to his cheek

* “Now get out”

* He stands outside the jeep a goofy grin on his face, a hand touching the place your lips were on his cheek

* Well at least some things change

* You don’t miss Jessica’s gaze on you as you put your binder into your backpack

* “So... what do you want to talk about Jess?”

* You don’t miss the incredulous look she gives you

* “So about Edward then”

* “Yeah, no duh”

* You let out a deep sigh

* “Where do you want me to start?”

* How far back does this story even go?

* Probably when you saw him that first time in Denali

* His angular face, and those deep amber eyes

* And those butterflies in your stomach

* “You can start with what happened after you guys left the party!”

* So you’re going to have to fast forward a bit

* “Well he was mad because-you know two against one- if it was anyone else it would have been a traumatic experience waiting to happen”

* She nods, thinking you’re talking about you

* You’re talking about something transitive happening to those boys

* For those boys if they tried something with you that is

* You were pretty far gone, you might have actually killed them if Edward hadn’t come to get you

* Not out of anger, just negligence

* At the very best they might have cried if you weren’t able to control your emotions

* “And then after - we were arguing- and then it was just happening”

* “You guys had s*x?”

* You sputter

* “Geez no! We were kissing, get your mind out of the gutter Jess.”

* “Well I don’t know (Y/N/N), he’s been pinning after you since freshman year a kiss just seems anticlimactic all things considered ”

* Besides you guys have this vibe around you-

* Like a sort of intimacy or something-

* You’ve both always had a sort of closeness.

* Like it was the two of you in one world, and then everyone else in another

* But now there’s a physical closeness to you both

* The kind of vibe people who are sleeping together usually give off.

* She saw it when you were together at the aquarium

* “Nah that’s impossible” you let out a long sigh

* “I’m pretty sure he wants to wait until marriage”

* Jessica sputters at that

* “M-marriage? Holy crap (Y/N)-“

* You nod, it’s such an antiquated notion.

* Especially considering you’re both technically dead

* Honestly, what could be more awkward than a couple of virgins fumbling around in the dark for a few hours on their wedding night?

* “He wants to marry you?!?”

* Oh

* Yeah that would be the normal thing to be concerned about

* “I’m not really sure” you scratch the back of your head

* “You’re my soul mate”

* He had said it so causally, like he was talking about gravity or the weather

* Like it was a universal fact

* The words make your stomach flutter

* Ugh you don’t have time to think about this

* “Well that’s what happened, and now Carlisle is always crying in the house and Esme is already planning weddings. Now come on we’re going to be late for class”

* You get out of the car before Jess can get a word in edgewise

* So this is really happening

* She sighs

* Well she’s be lying if she said she didn’t see this coming

* She knows there’s a lot of people competing for your affection

* Hell even Conner dropped his f*ck boy tendencies for you

* But Edward is the only one who looks at you, and only you

* Jessica’s guilty of it too, she’ll admit that

* You’re her first choice, don’t get her wrong, but if you don’t return her affections

* Well that’s fine, she’ll just date Mike, or Conner, or Bella or whoever

* It’s the same for the rest of them

* Conner will be bummed when he finds out-

* Mostly because he can’t believe he dropped his other side pieces

* But he’ll get over it

* Just like Mike did

* But Edward-

* There’s no one other than you for him

* She see’s it in the way he looks at you.

* If it’s not you, it’s just not any good

* So he’ll wait, maybe even his entire life, until you’re ready to love him back

* A small smile twitches on her face

* She’d be lying if she said she wasn’t happy for you

* “I wonder if anyone will ever love me like that” she mumbles to herself, right before flinching in surprise when you swing the passenger door open

* “Oh my god you scared me!”

* “I scared you?!? Jess this is my car, how am I supposed to lock it if you’re sitting inside?”

* “Oh right”

* You make it to class by the skin of your teeth, taking you seat between Edward and Alice in English

* “So what did you two talk about?” Edward whispers with a small smile while the teacher calls roll

* You roll your eyes

* “Like you don’t know”

* He has a sly smile on his face and you’re not sure why

* Alice starts obviously stifling laughter beside you

* Rude but okay

* Edward leans close to you, so close his lips are only a centimeter away from your ear

* Does he mind?

* Maybe he’s immune to sexual feelings, but being that close is doing things to you

* “I’m actually not waiting for marriage by the way”

* You can practically feel the grin on his face

* You look up to him, your golden eyes meeting his

* You were right he is smiling

* His smile takes a mischievous turn, and you feel his hand slide onto your thigh and give a teasing squeeze

* “Didn’t want you to have any misconceptions” he says with the same sly grin as he removes his hand from your leg and leans back in his chair

* Ah

* So that’s why Alice was laughing

* (Y/N). Exe is broken

Bonus:

* “Hey”

* Bella looks up to see the Jessica standing by her locker as she pulls her books out

* “Oh hey, did you get to talk to them?”

* “Um yeah, it’s about what we were thinking.”

* Bella nods, if she’s sad she’s not showing it.

* “It’s good that they’re together. He loves them a lot, I’m sure Edward will treat them right”

* Jessica nods, Edward does love you a lot.

* She watches Bella try to cram books into her bag

* She is kinda pretty now that she looks at her, in that angular face- snow white kinda way

* She’s no (Y/N)

* And she’s no Mike

* “Hey did you finish the trig homework? I was having tr-“

* But maybe-

* “Hey, Angela and I are going dress shopping in port a, do you want to come with?”

* Maybe they can be friends

* They both liked the same person, so they’ve already got something in common

* Bella looks at the blonde

* To be honest, she’s been holding everyone here at a distance

* In a few years she won’t see any of these people ever again, there’s no need to get attached

* Not after what happened in Arizona

* But still-

* “Yeah, that sounds like fun.”

* Guess she never learns

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fedonciadale · 2 years

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20 Opening Lines Rules: List the first lines of your last 20 stories (if you have fewer than 20, just list them all!). See if there are any patterns. Choose your favourite opening line. Then tag some people to take part.

I was tagged by the lovely @heyjude19-writing! Thanks! If you love Dramione check their fics!

1. He did not like the way Rhuarc looked at him as if he had never seen him before. (A musician’s fate, Wheel of Time, my Asmodemption fic, has been my headcanon for years, finally started writing it!)

2. Even though she was so small, Harry could see that her wings fluttered in panic as she tried to escape the rubber band that had twisted around her ankle. (The Perils of Fairy Dust, Dramione, finished, long fic, just needs the epilogue, I need to decide which PoV to take for that!)

3. “It’s just the jitters, Hermione,” said Ginny. “I almost ran away to New Zealand a week before my wedding with Harry.” (Only you – Or the only time Hermione believed in divination, Dramione, oneshot, written for the Dramione RomCom fest the sequel)

4. The glittering sparks descended on Leo Malfoy-Granger and stuck to his skin giving him a distinctly fairy look. (The Narrow Escape of Antony Goldstein, Dramione, finished, 4 chapter, Mutually beneficial Universe, written for the DHr Monsterfucking Mini Fest 2021)

5. Pansy had done it. (The Perks of Casting a Patronus, Panville, long fic, finished, Phoenix Potion Universe)

6. Harry waited to tell the news to the others until Hermione had left. (An unexpected wedding guest, Dramione, Mutually beneficial Universe, 3 chapters)

7. When Harry entered the kitchen of Grimmauld place, he saw Ron was already awake despite the early hour. (The Phoenix Potion, novel-length fic, Dramione, Panville, Bluna, my favourite baby)

8. As if one mark wasn’t enough (Surprise Soulmates, Dramione, 3 chapters, box_of_chocolates with beautiful art by @hiyasdoodles)

9. Personal points were the reason why Pansy’s feelings were very mixed, when she was paired with Theo for the night patrol. (Skirting the Carrows’ decrees, Panville oneshot)

10. Samwell tried not to gawk too openly. (Judicatrix, Jonsa, long fic, Historical AU)

11. Draco’s boss came into his office before he had finished his morning coffee, but there was no use giving not so subtle hints that it was too early in the morning - not with Luna Lovegood. (Tylwyth Teg - Fairies on a Welsh Mountain, Dramione, oneshot, written for the Mad Frankenstein Fest, art by @ernestine88)

12. They sat in a nice muggle restaurant. (Mutually beneficial, Dramione, Oneshot, written for Happy Birthday Mr Malfoy)

13. The howling wolves came nearer every night. (Words from the Heart, Jonsa, one shot)

14. Jon held his fosterfather’s hand in despair. (Habits of the Freefolk, Jonsa, canonbent AU, 15 chapters)

15. The letter would have to be short so as not to raise suspicion. (To hide a secret, Jonsa oneshot).

16. Jon returned in spring. (Frail, Jonsa oneshot)

17. The Queen had been in a fit for half a day, so that everybody had tread carefully, especially Sansa’s father, Ned Stark, Hand of the king and the regent of the seven kingdoms. (Sweet Poison, Nedsei and Jonsa, oneshot very AU)

18. The lords were in a “wedding mood” as Sansa called it to herself. (A thousand eyes and one, Jonsa, oneshot)

19. Jon woke with a start. (To go South, Jonsa, long fic, my Jonsa baby)

20. When he greeted Tyrion from the shadows at the window when his brother entered the room his voice sounded still raspy and did not sound like himself at all. (Fire touched, Jonsa, Braime, 10 chapters)

I must admit, I don’t see any pattern apart from the fact that I seem to just dive into the story. lol.

I think I’ll pick this one as my fav: “It’s just the jitters, Hermione,” said Ginny. “I almost ran away to New Zealand a week before my wedding with Harry.”

It’s dialogue (my strength), and I think it sets the light hearted mood of the fic quite well. My second fav is The howling wolves came nearer every night. for the same reason. It sets the slightly eerie mood of the fic.

I tag @kyliafanfiction @butterflydm @undeadlilies @incognitotoro @periwinkle39 @niffizzle @kallypsowrites @cappymightwrite and anyone who wants to play!

#tagging game #Dramione #Jonsa #Wheel of Time #Asmodean #Draco Malfoy #hermione granger #my writing

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imagining-in-the-margins · 3 years

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Here to Misbehave (Pt. 23 | S.R.)

Summary: Spencer’s birthday plans get interrupted by a case. Frustrated by Reader’s busy schedule, Spencer finds a unique way to spend time with her. Couple: Spencer Reid/Fem!Reader Category: Smut (NSFW, 18+) Content Warning: Mild exhibitionism, fingering, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, Dom/sub, light choking, degradation/praise, sub space Word Count: 7.3k

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Waiting for Spencer Reid was an interesting position to be in. It was also, unfortunately, very, very common. You would think the IQ points would translate to efficiency, but you’d be very wrong. The only thing that boy does fast is read, and even that didn’t follow through to text messages, considering he’d read none of the six I’d sent him in the past hour.

So, naturally, as one does in an emergency, I called him. Unsurprisingly, the phone barely rang a second time before he picked up. Talking was, as we were both aware, his forte. Without even waiting for my greeting, his groggy voice came through the receiver with a song-like sound.

“Hello, little girl.”

But it wasn’t his turn to sing, and he knew damn well why I was calling. I could hear the smirk on his face so well that I could also envision exactly what he looked like in that moment, with his fluffy hair sticking up from constantly running his hands through it and his eyes only half-open as he tried to finish reading whatever horrible thing that he had in front of him.

It wasn’t how anyone should be spending their birthday. Especially not him. There wasn’t really anything I could do about it, though that didn’t make it any easier to hear the exhaustion and sadness behind that scratchy voice.

“What’re you doing up late? It’s past your bedtime, you know,” he chastised before I even had a chance to speak. He wasn’t wrong — It was 3AM where I was. But where he was, it’d just hit midnight.

“I just wanted to wish a happy birthday to my favorite old man,” I purred back once I’d managed to calm my fast-beating heart. I wondered if I’d ever get used to the brief rush of adrenaline and relief when I heard his voice for the first time after some time away.

I hoped not.

Spencer didn’t seem impressed by my reasoning, though. “You’re sweet. Go to sleep.”

“You’re up, too,” I whined, still picturing the way he would undoubtedly pull the phone further away to lessen the noise. I almost asked if he was also picturing me but stopped when I realized that whatever he had in mind was probably a lot more exciting than reality. Then again, he often told me that moments like this were his favorite. When we’re both too tired to keep our eyes open but too happy to be with each other to let them close all the way.

“Barely,” he corrected.

“Besides, I had to stay up. It’s your birthday.”

I’d meant to lift his spirits, but the long pause after I finished made it evident that my efforts were for naught. He almost seemed even more upset than when he’d answered, and I tried to convince myself that it had nothing to do with me. It wasn’t that hard, considering he was probably staring at images or words of dead people.

“Yeah, sure feels like it.”

His tone alone ensured me it was worse than my imagination.

“Put your work down and pay attention to me instead,” I suggested as softly as I could with the neediness bleeding through, “That’s the first part of your present.”

“You’re my present?” he asked through a gruff laugh that made my heart skip a beat, “I like that present.”

He was trying. I could feel it in his voice, and I wished more than anything that I could teleport to where he was and hold him until it was too difficult for his mouth to form a frown.

“You already have me. That’d be like regifting,” I pointed out with only a pinch of self-deprecation. It was still too much for Spencer, though, who swiftly shot back the ever cheesy, “Every day with you is a gift.”

“Gross, don’t get all sentimental with me,” I ordered playfully.

He returned the energy with all the sass I always knew he was capable of. Once his whining ceased, he mumbled, “Do you come with a gift receipt?”

“No returns or exchanges allowed, I’m afraid.”

Spencer just let out a strained sigh, and in my head, I imagined how it would feel to climb onto his lap as he leaned back in his chair. I could almost feel his arms wrapping around my waist and his lips peppering kisses wherever he could reach. I could feel his love for me flowing across the country, persisting past the cell tower obstacles to make its way back to me.

“I can’t wait to see you again,” he whispered, his first purely sincere statement of the night.

It was an unfortunate choice, too, because it also reminded me of the biggest bummer that I unfortunately had to share.

“Oh, I meant to tell you, it’s midterm season, so…”

He was, thankfully, not as bummed as I was expecting. He was almost certainly thrilled to have a chance to sleep spread out on his bed without having to satisfy the very needy girl beside him, but he still managed to come up with enough bratty energy to scoff, “Are you telling me that I don’t get my gift when I get home?”

“It’ll just be a few days. Promise,” I spoke through the biggest, cheesiest smile I’d had yet. “You’re very distracting, Dr. Reid.”

“When are your exams?” His enthusiasm gave away just how disappointed he was with the news, but any frustration was clearly aimed at my poor professors.

“My last one is on Wednesday.”

The gasp that left him was too funny not to laugh, followed by exasperated, blubbered nonsense that didn’t ever get much clearer. I barely managed to understand him when he cried, “Don’t they know Halloween should be a national holiday?!”

“You should call my professors and yell at them.”

He actually considered it for a moment, but then returned the same silly intonation, “Maybe I will.”

“Do it. You’re probably more qualified than them to teach me, anyway.”

After a short silence that was filled with more sexual tension than I’d expected considering how the phone call started, I heard Spencer gruffly comment, “You’re a cocky little brat tonight.”

It was so familiar to me that I jumped on the opportunity, giggling through my sleep deprived delirium, “I’m in rare form for your birthday.”

The explanation earned me a chuckle, but not much else. At least, not that I could see. The static on the other end of the phone sounded a lot like the way it looked when Spencer leaned his face against his palm and tried to see something that wasn’t there.

But I was there. Sort of. We’d done a lot more with a lot less, after all. So, that’s what I offered him.

“You know… we could have a redo of the last time I called you late at night on a case.”

“That did not end well for me last time,” he droned. I tried not to laugh at the manufactured memory of Spencer holed up in a hotel bathroom because he just had to have me in whatever way he could.

“Only happy endings for your birthday. I promise.”

But then, as it always did, work got in the way. Filled with only the greatest sadness and regret, Spencer quietly but honestly replied, “As much as I would love to, I don’t think it’ll be possible on this case.”

“Is it that bad?”

“Unfortunately.”

I bit my lip because there was nothing I could do. I couldn’t help Spencer with his work any more than I could fix the distance. All I could offer him was a safe home to return to. He would always find that with me.

“Well, in that case, I will be equipped with cartoons and kisses upon your return,” I offered with grace.

But I wasn’t the only one in rare form. Without skipping a beat, Spencer corrected with a smug sadness, “You mean your return. Considering you’re abandoning me on my birthday.”

“Oh my god, the drama!” I cried before remembering that it was, still, in fact, 3AM. The light grimace I gave after remembering would be the only apology my neighbors would get from me. I was too busy building a narrative happy enough to drown out the horrors in front of him. “You’d think I was the one who was away all the time.”

“I’m allowed to be selfish; it’s my birthday,” he sang, and I soaked in the sound, storing it away for any rainy days.

“Fine. What do you want, brat?” I asked in the worst attempt at an impression I’d ever given.

He was just waiting for the question. Drawing out the first couple of syllables, he laughed through the stupidest birthday wish of all time.

“I want… you to go to bed.”

“Ugh!” I yelled again, not even bothering to feel bad about it that time. My exasperation fell on deaf ears, both from a willful desire to ignore my suffering and a literal ringing from the constant yelling.

Still, that impossible man drummed up enough compassion to gloat with a simple, “I love you.”

“I love you, too, jerk,” I grumbled, only to be swiftly corrected with a playful, “Try that again.”

“I love you, too, old man.”

He was satisfied enough with that answer, despite the sarcasm dripping from it. He still knew that the words were true, and that was all that mattered. Any punishments that might be necessary for my broken promise to behave for his birthday could always be doled out later. When the distance between us was narrowed to inches and clothes could be removed like cheap wrapping paper.

“Thank you, little girl. Sweet dreams,” he whispered, reminding me once more of just how empty my bed felt without him. I stared at his pillow for just one second before I threw myself into it. He chuckled at the sound of rustling sheets over the receiver but said nothing else.

“You get some sleep tonight, too, okay?” I asked, uncharacteristically and openly vulnerable in a way that used to scare me.

Spencer’s voice was filled with pride and love as he answered, “You can’t see it, but I am giving you a pinky promise.”

“Good.” Burying my face in his pillow again made it easier to remember that it wouldn’t be forever when I said, “Bye, Spencer.”

“Goodnight, little girl.”

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Autumn on campus felt pretty similar to the rest of the year. I wished that it were different, a little more exciting, to reflect how I felt about the impending holiday. But no, it was just students stumbling into their usual classes and hectically scheduled midterms with hangovers and a total lack of holiday cheer.

It was, in a few words, a complete bummer. The only thing that kept me going through the last of my exams was the knowledge that I’d be seeing Spencer. Unfortunately, he was still doing that rather annoying thing where he refused to answer my text messages. It wasn’t until he ignored even my most ridiculous threats that I realized something was going on.

The ‘Read’ notification sat menacingly on my screen, and I was so fixated on it that I almost didn’t notice the familiar mop of brown curls visible in the front row of the auditorium. But once I saw it, the phone was forgotten faster than ever before. I ran down the steps at a ridiculously dangerous pace, dodging the others still grumbling from their previous exams.

I landed in front of him with only enough breath left to sneer, “You’re in my seat.”

“Surprise,” he said with my favorite smug, self-assured smile.

“Adorable. Now move,” I ordered with a wave of my hand. As much as I loved the guy, I wasn’t about to change my seating arrangement for him. It was beginning to make sense, though, why my friend told me that she wouldn’t be sitting with me today.

“Fine,” he sighed, taking his sweet time moving seats and watching me happily bounce on my feet in the meantime. I snuck behind him into the seat before he’d even fully stood up. That little amount of friction between our bodies seemed to be enough to cause the tension to mount. It’d only been seconds, but I was already seriously considering abandoning the class. To hell with the professor who’d already seen me.

But Spencer’s eyes locked on mine, and he leaned onto the armrest with that same silly smirk.

“It’s a workday, Dr. Reid,” I whispered, forcing my arm next to his and watching the way his pupils grew as I came closer.

“I might have pulled a few strings,” he replied just as quietly, keeping the illusion of secrecy despite many prying eyes around us, “Might’ve told Hotch I was invited.”

“But you weren’t,” I snorted.

Spencer’s head hung in just a little bit of shame, but his wide smile never waned. It was still there, bright and pure in its simplicity as he softly admitted, “Yeah. I lied. But I’m here now.”

There were no complaints about that fact, either. His pinky reached out to mine, twining together in the dim light of the auditorium. Somehow, for a brief second, I forgot about everything else. The noisy chatter meant nothing to me, the two of us lost in some alternate pocket universe that felt safe and warm from the cold air outside.

But time resumed, and I watched as Spencer took his eyes off of me first, turning instead to the lecturer watching us with a knowing glint in his eyes.

“Good morning everyone! We have a special guest with us today.”

I wanted to pay attention to his little introduction, but I couldn’t. Every word that was said about him sounded so clinical. It felt so empty compared to the truth I knew about him. He was so much more than a collection of publications and PhDs.

He was… indescribable. Even as his mouth formed a flat line and his awkward handshake was granted to the crowds of disinterested students, all I saw was the man I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. Even if it was only from the shadows of his greatness. Then again, I don’t think he’d ever let me feel that way.

Speaking of…

"Dr. Reid, the only thing I ask is for you to give these wonderful students a chance to show you what they know,” my professor started with a laugh before he so kindly continued, “So go easy on them."

In any other situation, I might have let it slide. I would have accepted the fact that Spencer was far beyond my intellect and not stand up for myself. But this time, Spencer was on my turf.

"All due respect to Dr. Reid, I don't think he needs to go easy on us,” I called from the front row, only audible to the other dutiful students that cared enough to sit up front. I heard Spencer laugh beside me, shaking his head just a little bit at the challenge. He didn’t say anything though, and I returned my eyes to the professor who was already familiar with my antics as I boasted, "At least not on me."

While Spencer caught on to the fairly obvious double entendre, shifting his crossed legs closer, the professor just wrote it off as my usual academic pride.

“I did try to warn you that that one might get competitive,” he commented. At this point, everyone had definitely figured out my relation to the man next to me. It was kind of hard to hide a bullet wound from your school. But again, I was so caught up in the man beside me that I didn’t even feel a little shame at their playful teasing.

Spencer’s commentary was the only thing that mattered, and he gave it with a dreamy sigh. "I'm not offended at all. I'm sure she's very clever."

The little bit of light left in the room started to fade, and once I was shrouded by the shadows, I felt confident enough in my plan to dig through the bag at my feet to pull out probably the nerdiest item in it.

A fucking back-up clicker. Which, I promptly handed to the man beside me.

“You’re in seat B4,” I whispered gruffly, earning yet another snarky chuckle from my boyfriend.

“Is that a challenge?”

I didn’t answer. Not him, anyway. What I did answer was the question that had appeared on the screen.

“Ms. (Y/n)?” My professor called, recognizing my seat number without even looking up.

Luckily for me, today was nothing but a review day of the midterm I’d already taken. While I knew all of the questions and, what I’d hoped were the right answers, Spencer had to read the questions from scratch. Really, it didn’t give me an edge. It just put us on equal playing ground.

As I gave my answer, I watched in my peripherals as Spencer’s eyes narrowed and tongue peeked out from lips that I still hadn’t gotten the chance to kiss today.

It was a bad thing to think about, because my brief reverie of the things that mouth was capable of reminded me of another one. I didn’t even notice another question had appeared on the screen, and when I heard the familiar buzz of an attempted answer, I shared my Professor’s temporary confusion.

“Ah, Dr. Reid,” he laughed, probably already regretting welcoming the bastard here, “Please explain the answer.”

But there was another thing working in my favor: My boyfriend’s giant fucking ego. Really, it should be impossible that someone who was normally super insecure could enjoy showing off as much as he did. My professor didn’t mind, because Spencer’s long-winded answer was a wonderful review of… basically the entire course, and I didn’t mind because it granted me the one thing I needed.

Time. Time to slowly remove my jacket and reveal the sweater underneath. Spencer’s eyes caught the motion, glancing over only a couple of times while he managed to give his answer. It wasn’t until I started to remove the sweater that he cut his answer short.

His throat clearing told me he wanted my attention, but I was still just too distracted for him. I fanned my chest that felt warm for reasons other than the temperature of the room, guaranteeing his eyes would stay there long enough for me to catch the next question before he had a chance.

Or so I thought. Because before the question appeared, I made the positively stupid mistake of meeting his gaze. As soon as I did, my mind was stuck there, drowning in molasses and honey and—

“Dr. Reid, please feel free to continue to do my job for me. Lord knows I would love a break,” the professor joked, and I almost felt guilty for just how genuine he sounded. Not like Spencer would have noticed passive aggression if it existed.

Not like either of us would have cared. Per usual, we were so lost in the space of B4 and B5 that we didn’t care about the rest of the alphabet. All we cared about was winning. It was growing more and more obvious to me, though, that I would have to become a little more ruthless if I wanted to bring down the bona fide genius.

The sound of his voice rang through the auditorium loud, clear, and confident. He didn’t need to worry if he was right or not, because he knew he was. The smugness was grating to my ears. I knew I couldn’t trick him into making a mistake, but there was one thing I could do.

I’d learned one thing very well in my time with Spencer, and that was how to manipulate that pretty little voice of his.

For example, if I wanted to hear it catch in his throat and come out a few pitches higher, all I would have to do is touch him. The riskier the touch, the higher his voice would go. Which was why I spread out the jacket over my lap, making sure that our legs were close enough that it covered him, too. Then I waited, calmly and kindly listening to him drone along until there was a natural enough inflection to hide evidence of any nefarious actions. Just as his voice started to rise, I slid my hand over his knee.

Spencer barely stuttered, just enough for me to know he was affected, but not enough for anyone else to notice. He took the loss with grace, quickly ending his answer with a summary that contained only half as many words as he would have normally provided.

He kept a few for me.

“What do you think you’re doing?” he hissed, shifting close enough to me that I could feel his breath on my ear.

“All’s fair in love and war,” I hummed. His breath caught again when I began stroking my thumb over his leg that had just started to bounce.

“This is wildly inappropriate.”

“How perceptive,” I returned with my own little smirk. The interaction caught us both, trapping us in the alternate dimension that existed when we held each other. His hand found its way to mine, and his thumb brushed over the back and sent goosebumps shooting over my skin.

I’d practically abandoned our pursuits altogether when I heard my friend’s voice as she took the question that we’d both missed. I should’ve been upset for losing after all that I’d gone through for my strategy to succeed, but it was hard to feel anything other than butterflies when Spencer was still looking at me like that.

Even when I looked away, he stayed, patiently waiting for me to take the final question in the review. I granted him a chance to take it, but he just shook his head, implicitly asking me to take the win for the both of us. Even when we were competing, we were always on the same team.

There were no more distractions as I explained the answer as simply as I could. I was positive the rest of the class was tired of hearing our voices, but Spencer never stopped smiling. I could feel the pride rolling off of him, his hand growing tighter around mine as he took in a deep breath.

“Very good, (y/n),” my professor announced, signaling the end and initiating a large sigh of relief from everyone else.

Spencer sighed too, although his was with a different kind of relief; a dreamy, soft sound as he muttered under his breath, “Just like I said. Very clever.”

The air felt positively electric, and I never hated my class more than I did in that moment. The rest of the period ticked by so slowly that I almost swore the clocks were broken. Once we were allowed to leave, Spencer insisted on sticking around to thank the professor for his hospitality.

I knew it was necessary, but that didn’t mean I had to like it. I tried to be as patient as possible, even though it seemed pointless. Spencer’s little grin told me he knew very well what he was doing. The conversation had dragged on for practically five minutes of agony while I idled by the door.

But then my professor passed, and I felt the adrenaline course through my veins in seconds. As anticipated, we didn’t even make it out of the building before the tension broke. We’d barely even made it down the goddamn hallway before I shoved his scrawny ass into the first empty classroom I found. Once the door clicked shut behind us, the roles were quickly reversed.

I hadn’t seen him that excited in so long that I’d almost forgotten how easy it was to get swept up in his undertow. I couldn’t keep track of his hands or his mouth as they marked any bare skin they could find. But no matter how frantic and uncoordinated the movements were, they never ceased to send chills down my spine.

“This is wildly inappropriate, Dr. Reid,” I managed to slur between sloppy, heated kisses. It was barely comprehensible through the pent-up lust that had driven us there in the first place, but it still felt worth saying.

Spencer, however, made his feelings very clear with a gruff, forceful, “I don’t care.”

His hands were already roaming over my hips, pulling me so close to the edge that I nearly fell off the counter entirely. While I was laughing at his haste, he was busy leaving angry marks on my collarbone, pulling the top of my shirt down to grant him more access. And despite how badly my body burned with desire and need, I drummed up just enough self-preservation to force out a few, regrettable words.

“Take me home.”

Even though I tried to make it sound more seductive than a normal request to stop, it brought the momentum to a halt. Spencer immediately stopped his kisses, but let his hands continue to stroke loving patterns over the sides of my thighs.

“Don’t you have other classes?” he asked. The feeling of his breath against my ears making me second-guess my already voiced decision. But as enticing as the idea was of having him now, having already waited over a week, I knew we could have so much more fun with a little bit of privacy.

“Don’t you have work?” I teased, hoping that it would spur him to take the action we both knew was safer. At the same time, I couldn’t stop myself from wanting to poke fun at the academic in him.

“Unless this is your way of telling me you've always wanted to fuck a girl in a lab because, I must admit I'd be more than happy to oblige."

Spencer’s whole body tensed as he imagined just what it would feel like to take me in such a public place. After a couple seconds that I can only imagine were filled with fantasies and a reasonable fear, he pulled me from my seat on the counter and placed me back on the ground.

“Let’s go,” he said, pulling me by my wrist towards the door.

I only barely managed to stop him with both hands on his arm. He turned back to look at me like I’d done some horrible thing, but I was too busy trying to stop the laughter that was spilling from my chest.

“You’re uh—” I cleared my throat, pointing to the very noticeable tent in his slacks before I keened through the giggles, “You’re gonna have to do something about that.”

With a quick glance down, Spencer remembered the very unfortunately obvious trait of the male anatomy. “Fuck,” he stated plainly.

I couldn’t resist.

“I mean, I’m down,” I joked one final time.

“Shut up!” Spencer laughed, too, trying and failing to adjust himself in his pants while I just enjoyed the show.

After all, we both knew that once we were alone, he would get a reprieve from my ridicule. He would get whatever he wanted.

—————————————————

The chaotic clashing of hands and mouths continued seconds after we’d reached our destination. The empty apartment had all of the sounds of our desperation echoing back to us, and after soaking in the melodious noise for a few seconds, I snapped back to reality.

“Okay, she doesn’t get home for another 30 minutes at the earliest so, we’d better hurry,” I urged, trying to shove Spencer off of me to convince him to move. It barely worked, with his arms clutching tighter the harder I struggled to get away.

Wrapped together just like that, the two of us barely made it a few feet before we almost tumbled to the ground. That was just enough of a reminder of our lack of coordination for Spencer to finally, begrudgingly, release me. Kind of. His hand still held tight to mine, and our laughter still combined the whole way to our bed.

From there, Spencer felt confident in our privacy to answer, “That’s fine. I usually tear open my gifts pretty quickly.”

It was a very good metaphor for the way his hands worked over my clothes. I didn’t even try to pinpoint the moment where being naked no longer made me feel nervous. I let the scar tissue show because neither of us were going to look at it, anyway. We were too caught up in the slight shifts and nuances of our faces as we rushed towards our one mutual goal.

“I missed you,” I mumbled, the words feeling as natural as breathing itself.

“I missed you, too,” he returned, and I felt the raw emotion, the sincerity and desire in every syllable. But once it was over and he had finally managed to remove everything but my underwear, all that was left was an all-encompassing, mind-altering level of lust.

“God, watching you in class was so fucking frustrating,” he strained, his upper lip curling with disdain as he watched my body squirm against the sheets.

“Why’s that?”

“I wanted you so badly.”

There was no denying that it was the honest truth, and I didn’t even want to try. I wanted to gloat and bask in the confirmation that his presence was dangerous for my academic career. Not to mention my sanity.

“Like I said. You’re very distracting.”

Then, to prove my point, that brilliant bastard shoved his hand under the band of my underwear. He only held me softly for one second before he slid his fingers through the slickness and thrust them roughly into me. It hadn’t been that long, but the emptiness I felt before was even more apparent now that I had any part of him inside of me again.

“Am I?” he chimed with a smile.

I wanted to be bratty, to fight the tension that was building and appear unfazed by his ministrations, but there was simply no pretending. Not when my body was already on the verge of spasming around his fingers that seemed to stroke the perfect place within me with every movement.

“Jesus Christ,” I sighed. I should’ve known better than to give him ammunition.

“You’ve resorted to blasphemy already?”

Spencer partnered the tease with a ruthless thrust, burying his fingers to the knuckle inside of me and holding them there. He waited until I ran out of breath and struggled to take another while also trying not to scream in a mixture of frustration and devastating need for more.

“I thought I told you we had to hurry?”

“We’ve got time,” he shot back without pause, “You’re just being a needy little brat.”

“Yes, I am,” I whined just as quickly, “I’m a fucking brat and I need you.”

He almost seemed disappointed in my compliance. His fingers began moving again, eliciting noises that were louder, higher, and sweeter after the anticipation. He tried to draw the attitude out of me by stopping again, waiting for a quip that didn’t come.

“Awww, no fight?” he cooed.

“I can’t. It’s your birthday,” I grumbled before biting my tongue. The pressure was becoming so unbearable I thought I might honestly draw blood. But after another few seconds of torture that felt like a lifetime, Spencer withdrew his hand completely.

He was testing the limits, watching how far I would let him go before begging. But even when he took the same soaked fingers and began rubbing me from the outside of my underwear, I only opened my mouth to steal quick, soft breaths and give pitiful whines.

“Oh, I like this…” he laughed, apparently having gotten past his concern about my sudden compliance, “I could get used to you behaving.”

The song-like cadence got to me, threatening to spark and ignite everything I was holding back. I almost bit back. I almost let the desire scorch my throat with a few choice words for the very rude genius, but I didn’t. The only thing that stopped me was the feel of cotton sliding down my thighs as he removed the final barrier between us.

“You’d miss my misbehaving,” I said with a chuckle. The sound mixed with another, a deep moan that filled my chest when I felt him press himself against my entrance. My back arched, causing him to slip inside of me just enough for us to both lose our words.

“I don’t know…”

If I’d wanted to say anything, my mouth wouldn’t have let me. It was too busy singing his praise while simultaneously begging him to silence it. My lips floundered for a kiss that he hung just far enough away from me to deny. Satisfaction was painted over every feature as he started to enter me, brushing his lips against my mouth every few seconds just to pull away before I was granted the intimacy I sought.

“You do look rather cute when you’re begging.”

It was strange, the way my body started to predict his movements. I met him in the middle of every motion, and I swore even our breath became synchronized in its rapid firing. It wasn’t until his hand rested over my throat we broke the rhythm. I wasn’t going to complain, letting the energy flow down my spine that arched towards him on instinct. His hips never stopped, and I could tell by the way his breath hitched and his fingers grew tighter around my neck that the new angle was as wonderful for him as it was for me.

“You look so sweet when you let go of every ounce of self-preservation and dignity you have and put your life in my hands,” he whispered with an affection that almost seemed odd considering the context. But then there was something else in his moans, a genuine gentleness that made my already arrhythmic heart beat faster.

“You know I’ll take care of you, don’t you?” he asked as his movements stayed calm and careful. Loving and safe.

I didn’t even notice my eyes had closed, but it ultimately didn’t matter. Because when I opened them, I saw the same man that existed in every image behind my eyelids. The only indication he got that I was still capable of communication was the gentle curve of my lips that dropped open in a pleased sigh as his hips continued a slow, tender pace.

It still felt like too much, but not in a bad way. It was too much in the sense that I was reminded once again just how ruined he’d made me. And the smug little shit knew it, too.

“You don’t have a single thought in that pretty little head, do you?” he cooed, dragging his hand up the column of my throat to force his fingers against my tongue. True to my word, I didn’t try to fight back. I soaked the digits that still tasted like me with my jaw left open. His pupils dilated as he watched the spit pool in my mouth that awaited his instruction.

“You just want to be used. Like the perfect little doll you are.”

Unlike my own, his smile was more of a smirk. A crooked, ever so slightly wicked quirk that made my muscles tense around him in their own version of an affirmative answer. He took it, happily. His body crashed into mine, but it merely felt like an extension of myself returning home like the waves meeting the shore. I could feel him claiming his rightful place at the deepest parts of me, making his home with every powerful motion of his hips.

I could hardly breathe, let alone think. I didn’t want to. It felt unnecessary.

“My sweet little girl,” he muttered with an unbelievably chaste kiss in the center of my forehead, “You’d do anything to make your daddy happy.”

I felt detached from myself in a way that didn’t feel me with fear or pain. I could feel myself through his hands, strong and working the pliable flesh of my thighs as he held them up so that he could drive into me harder.

His eyes, also only half open, burned with intensity. I could feel the determination, the undying desire to grant me a serenity that no one else could. His need for me to feel safe and loved with the seemingly contradictory brutality.

But it wasn’t contradictory. The power behind every movement, the insistence on being as close to me as he possibly could, might have caused some physical pain, but it was nothing compared to the pleasure of sharing this space with him. Of sharing my body with him just to see what he would do with it. I already knew, but I wanted to feel it again and again. Because with each stroke of his hand and thrust of his hips, I felt it.

Spencer had free rein to do whatever he wanted, and he chose to love me.

“I’m so close. You know what I want,” he pleaded despite holding all of the power. He handed it to me with a low groan, trying to kiss my lips while he commanded, “Do it. Come for me.”

My body obeyed his command, falling to pieces around him with shockwaves breaking over every inch of me. My vision went white, crafting a halo of light around him as he also found himself reaching a peak that seemed different than the times we’d shared before.

I tried to figure out what had changed, what about this time made it unique. But as the euphoria faded, all I saw staring back at me was the same face as always, radiating a joy and understanding that warmed damp, chilly skin. Spencer’s release provided a similar warmth within me, and my body clung to him even tighter despite the exhaustion.

My breathing took its time to even out, but I was in no rush to leave him. I would have stayed like that forever, with Spencer covering me like the silliest, boniest blanket. If it wasn’t for the dead weight he eventually dropped on me, we probably would’ve spent the whole day lost in the covers. But he could thank the scars for me being a little less forgiving.

Of course, thankful is not the word to describe him at all. Whiny was more like it. Even as I turned our bodies together so that I would still be sitting on his lap, he did nothing but groan and bitch about it. That is, until I silenced him with a kiss that barely brushed over his lips.

That was enough to turn his frown back to the dopey smile I loved so much.

“Happy birthday, old man,” I purred, enjoying the way his hands grabbed me tighter at the loving nickname. But age wasn’t what was on his mind. I could see it in the way his eyes tore past my defenses and he held me closer like we could actually become one if he tried hard enough.

“I’m so in love with you, it’s infuriating,” he whispered.

“I’ve heard that one before.”

Spencer wasn’t in a joking mood, though. All of his humor seemed to be expended earlier in the day, and now he was just left with all the mushy, romantic innards that I normally kept at bay.

It wasn’t that bad, though, I thought as his hands framed my face so our foreheads would touch. There were worse things to be trapped with.

“It’s true,” he mumbled with his voice still high and slurred together, “I look at you and there is just… nothing that can be said that would ever explain the way it feels.”

“Gross,” I joked.

“Get used to it,” he returned. And if that wasn’t enough to make me laugh, he stuck his tongue out in the most childish display I’d seen from him since he’d fucking licked my hand on our picnic. It was also just charming enough that I was willing to let the sappy stuff slide.

“I’ll be nice to you this time,” I grumbled. “But also, speaking of time, you’d better hurry up if you don’t want to do the walk of shame with an audience.”

Spencer’s arms fell limp with a dramatic cry before he used them to cover his face once more.

“Ugh. Go,” he ordered. Despite his words, he still made me fight against greedy hands to wrestle my way out of bed. It would have been smarter to let me go quickly. I really don’t know what he was thinking, but he would learn his mistake soon enough. Because as I was finishing up in the bathroom, I heard a very amused voice chiming down the hall on the other side of the door.

“Good afternoon, Spencer.”

I debated not opening the door and freeing Spencer from the unbelievably uncomfortable position he’d just found himself in, but ultimately decided it was too cruel. Still, the stalling had taken up enough time that the poor guy felt compelled to reply.

And, of course, the only thing he could think to say was a pathetic, high pitched, “Hi.”

Somehow managing to contain the absolutely riotous laughter I felt in my gut, I opened the door with the straightest face I could muster.

It wasn’t enough. Spencer saw the pleasure I took in his humiliation and practically shoved me out of the bathroom to take my place behind the doors. While I found the action endearing in the most awkward way, my roommate was mostly just confused about how the fuck I’d managed to find someone as stupid as me.

“I didn’t know he was coming,” she said once she managed to smile at the silly situation.

Clearing my throat, I tried to sound sincere in my bullshit apology. “Me either, sorry.”

In a way, I think the fact I couldn’t pull myself together worked in my favor. Normally, she would have scolded me (albeit playfully) for not alerting her of what she might be walking in on, but this time, she just tried to withhold the smile that still stretched over her cheeks despite her best efforts.

“You’re fine,” she sighed, giving in to the desire to go against her usual grumpy demeanor before retreating to her own room. “Have fun, you hooligans.”

Once her door clicked shut, I heard shuffling on the other side of the door next to me. Spencer’s shadow was visible from the light peeking out underneath, and I waited a few more restless seconds before I announced, “You can come out now, Spencer.”

Cautiously, the door creaked open just enough for his head to poke out and confirm that I wasn’t trying to trick him.

“I’ve never been a hooligan before,” he said with a bounce in his step and his eyebrows halfway up his face. To think that he was the same man who threatened to arrest me for existing at a nightclub was, in a word, hilarious.

“Well, good news for you,” I purred, and the sound must have reminded him of my more devilish nature, because his jubilance quickly shifted back to an obvious anxiety. I wrapped my arms around him even when it meant that his muscles tensed, dragging him down so I could whisper in his ear, “I was just about to ask if you wanted to help me play hooky.”

“And do what?”

It felt strange to say that I hadn’t really thought about it. That the second I’d seen him I knew that the day would be good and free and fun. That everything felt so perfectly fine that I didn’t even want to challenge it with a schedule.

Spencer looked at me, his answer apparent in the way he started to relax the longer we stayed wrapped up in a shitty apartment hallway. It didn’t matter what I said. Spencer would have followed me, just like I would have done for him.

And without the angst or uncertainty of what could go wrong, there was only one thing left for us to do. With a shrug and pout, I proposed the riskiest plan we’d had yet.

“Whatever we want.”

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