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ash5monster01 · 7 months

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Truths of Our Past Part 5

Pairing: Older!Charlie Dalton x FemReader

Warnings: 18+, smut, mentions of nudity, mentions of suicide, depression, depressing thoughts, past trauma, facing trauma, romance, understanding, fluff.

Summary: You had met Charlie in University, were married shortly after, and had become accustomed to a beautiful life together. When you receive a wedding invitation to one of Charlie’s previous classmates weddings you discover that Charlie had a dark past, one he had been trying to forget. In the midst of it all you try to help him through it while finding out that he’s not the guy you thought you married at all. Maybe he’s even better.

word count: 2.7k

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10/7/69

Day 5/8

Getting to know more about Charlie’s past had been wonderful. Obviously he was still reserved about some things but you could tell that confiding in you had been healing for him. Maybe now he could start considering Neil in a happy manor over a sad one. You didn’t want to push it anymore though especially since you all were getting ready for the engagement party tonight. It would be the first time the whole group had been together the whole week during wedding planning. You were actually excited, to dress up and go out with your husband, to just have a good time and not think about all the bad times this place reminded him of.

“How wrong would it be to already start drinking?” you grinned as you joined Chris in her and Knox’s shared room. She giggled as you moved in the room, silk robe fluttering behind you as you popped open a bottle of champagne.

“Not wrong at all, it’s a wedding. It’s what you do” Chris told you and you gave her a confused look.

“You don’t want a drink?” you questioned, probably pouring yourself too large a glass.

“Oh I want to, I just can’t” and then it dawned on you what she had meant. You felt all sorts of emotions rush through you but you quickly settled for the one most appropriate. Excitement.

“Oh my God! Are you serious?” you lunged towards her and she chuckled as you hugged her tightly.

“Yes, and I’m hoping it’s a little girl” she told you and you forced a quick smile on your face, happy but sad all at the same time. Happy because you loved Johnny more than life and you were sure to love this next kiddo just as much, but sad because you so desperately wanted to bring a kiddo of your own into the world.

“A little girl would be wonderful” and you forced a smile even though you were sure it was a little sad. Charlie would love a little girl, you could see the two of them now. He’d be so good to her. Just like he was good to you.

“Hey, I didn’t mean to rub it in. I’d just feel terrible keeping it from you too” she told you softly and you nodded frantically, not wanting her to read too much into your disappointment.

“Oh Chris you’re not rubbing it in. I’m so happy, you have no idea. Just ready for kids of my own too is all” you reassured her and she smiled, pulling you into a hug.

“How about this, you drink for me tonight too. Then you and Charlie can have wild drunk sex and I’ll make Knox sleep with ear plugs” and she had you giggling in an instant and your heart yearned to be near to her. Not just now but all the time. The distance sucked when Chris had become more than just family but your sister.

“I doubt he’d need ear plugs if he hasn’t heard us already” and Chris gasped before scooting closer to you.

“Oh my gosh, tell me everything!” she squealed and you could only laugh before telling her. Gossiping about everything from yesterday morning to the tour of Welton. Girl talk was something that was scarce for you so having this was more than enough.

Soon enough the two of you were ready. Having done each others make up and hair, zipping each other into your dresses, before giggling about your handsome husbands downstairs. They were bound to be awestruck by your appearances and you both couldn’t wait to spend the nights with them. Chris’ mother being a God send keeping Johnny for the night. The four of you shared a car to a local restaurant that had been rented out for the event.

“Y/N Dalton! About time I see you!” Todd said once you were through the door and you were giggling as you accepted a hug from him while saying a soft hello to Ann.

“Todd Anderson, you are handsome as ever. No wonder this beautiful girl said yes” you said and successfully he blushed a deep red, remnants of that shy boy still within him. You were always the best at bringing it out, especially Charlie. Chris always said that was a reason you two were meant to be.

“The others are already at the table waiting for you” Ann said as she accepted you in a hug as well and you couldn’t help but grin as she said this. Your eyes spotted the table, Meeks and Pitts waving cheerfully as you saw them and you giggled instantly.

You let Charlie, Knox, and Chris say their hellos as you rushed over to the two boys. They both stood to greet you and in seconds you were launched into their arms. Hugging them both was slightly awkward due to the height difference but you were so happy to see them all at the same time. “You boys! So handsome. No way you both are single”

“You’re too sweet Y/N” Meeks said, his eyes dropping and ears turning the same shade as his hair. You giggled at his reaction and Pitts could only smile at you.

“I’m happy to announce there is a girl. Kathy. I’m hoping she’s the one” and you were instantly awing at the sweet boy.

“She must be Pittsie. You’re too charming to leave behind” and now he was blushing too.

“See you boys have both managed to steal my wife already” Charlie said as he approached, his hand landing on the small of your back as he greeted them both with a handshake.

“We can’t help it Nuwanda. She flirts with us and we just fold” Meeks countered and Charlie raised his eyebrows at you to which you just shrugged.

“They both owe me a dance, that’s all I have to say” and Charlie was laughing while helping you into your chair at the table. Todd and Ann had left the door in favor for a small table at the head of the room, the two of them whispering and smiling wide as they looked at their guests. You noticed the wedding party had been split up by poets and family and friends. The table opposite of you holding Jeff Anderson, his wife Rachel, Maggie, and both Todd and Ann’s parents. That was when you realized the seventh chair at your table hadn’t yet been filled.

“They look so happy” Chris commented dreamily and your hand shook lightly as you moved to look at the name tag above the empty seat beside you.

Neil Perry

You could’ve sworn you were gonna throw up as you saw it. You tried to lean away, not bring attention to it, but you had been caught and you were also now white as a ghost. You didn’t know how Charlie could handle this. It was a sweet gesture but it was also a reminder. A reminder during the ten year anniversary of his death in the town of his death and Charlie was extremely fragile over it. “We waiting on someone else”

“Uh, no. Not exactly” you stuttered out and Charlie’s eyebrows drew together as he spotted your nervous facade. It wasn’t often you were uneasy. You were more put together than him usually.

“Who is it?” he asked you and when you finally locked your eyes with his you figured he knew. Chris leaned across to grab the name tag you had just abandoned and realization covered her and Knox’s face.

“It’s Neil” Knox whispered and Charlie’s stomach dropped at the confirmation of this fact. The table all experienced different emotions as they all glanced at each other to see how everyone else was feeling.

“I’m gonna get a drink” Charlie forced out, his voice clipped and eyes avoiding everyone else’s. You watched as he stood, his hand buttoning his blazer back together and before you could offer to come Knox was standing too.

“I’ll come with, boys care to join us?” he asked the other two Dead Poets and they nodded before all standing and following each other to the bar.

“I didn’t realize” Chris said as she put the name tag back down, her hand shaking lightly.

“It’s okay, no way we could’ve avoided it all night” you told her and she desperately wanted to scoot into the chair beside you but she couldn’t. It was Neil’s seat, and no matter what after world was out there she had a strong feeling he was sitting in it. He was there with his wide smile and dazzling eyes, lovingly watching his friends grow and grow their families.

“He’s here you know, whether his spirit actually is or the presence of him the boys carry around. I often wonder if he would’ve liked me” Chris told you and you smiled with teary eyes as you looked at the seat. Chuckling you retrieved the bottle of champagne you had smuggled in your purse and poured some in the empty glass in front of Neil’s seat.

“For Neil, you can have Chris’ drink cause she went and got knocked up again” you said to what you hoped was some version of him sitting beside you both. You hoped he would’ve liked you too, that you could’ve formed some alliance with him like you did with all of Charlie’s friends.

“I’d drink to that if I could” Chris said as she grabbed her glass of water and you filled your own empty glass. The two of you reached to clink it with the glass sitting in front of his seat before sharing a smile and drinking together.

“Alright, drinks on me” Knox said to Charlie, patting his back softly as he still shifted nervously. He was trying his best not to cry.

“It’s open bar Knoxious” he tried to say teasingly but all the boys could hear the uneasiness of his voice.

“Alright, here’s the deal Dalton. You’re gonna drink the whiskey I order you and then tell your feelings to the class. That’s how we’re doing things from now on” and Charlie chuckled, it sounding strangled due to holding back so many emotions. Meeks and Pitts finally caught on that Charlie was much worse than them when it came to grieving Neil.

“Better be a strong glass” Charlie told him and Knox smiled as he wrapped an arm around his shoulders, holding him like a brother would while he ordered drinks for all four of them.

“Okay, fess up” Knox said once Charlie had a good few sips in him and he relished in the calming feeling of the alcohol before looking at Knox.

“I’m not so good at the feelings thing” Charlie said and Knox sighed as he leaned against the bar.

“Just tell us Charlie, it really hurts to know you kept how much you were struggling from us” Meeks seriously said and Charlie realized he finally had to confide in his friends. He figured he might’ve sooner if he hadn’t been so quickly ripped away from them. So ten years later was as better time as any.

“I miss him. It hurts like it still just happened yesterday. That seat, it being set aside for him, makes me feel like he will walk through that door at any moment and then remembering all over again that he won’t kills me” Charlie admitted, not looking at anyone in particular before slugging back a sip of his drink.

“I don’t think Todd meant it in any way to be painful” Pitts said, large hand falling on his shoulder and Charlie nodded.

“I know, but I never got over it. So doing things in remembrance of him breaks me. I got to leave, I could pretend he was still alive and back at Welton with you guys. The rest of you faced the truth and we’re able to get used to it, are able to look at that seat and feel love” Charlie said and Meeks quietly sniffled.

“When I realized it was for him I got scared. I’m still so scared that life can hurt us as badly as it did Neil” he admitted and Charlie realized each of them were still grieving over Neil in their own ways.

“I got excited. I forgot for a moment. I thought he was going to come join us and I was excited” Knox said, tears burning at the back of his eyes.

“He did join us. He is always with us. I know it” Pitts told Knox and Knox smiled gratefully at him.

“If he is, Y/N definitely has him drunk by now” Meeks said and they rest of the boys glanced to see sure enough Mrs. Dalton had a smuggled bottle of champagne that she was generously pouring into her and Neil’s glasses.

“They would’ve been good together” Charlie said, trying to picture his oldest friend beside his wife. His most favorite person in the world with his other most favorite person in the world.

“Of course they would, because she is Neil” Knox said with a chuckle and Charlie gave him a confused look.

“What do you mean?” he asked and Knox gave him a dumbfounded look, shocked he hadn’t noticed.

“You wife is exactly like Neil. Energetic, strong, caring, hopeful. The first time we all met her we realized the only reason you fell for her was because she reminded you of Neil” and Charlie thought for a moment. Tried to remember the first time they met, when she sat next to him on that bus even though they had been moving already and he was deep into a book. He vaguely remembered thinking Neil would have no issue interrupting someone like this when he was curious enough to meet them.

Then all at once he realized why he had fallen so quickly, why he hadn’t shared most of his trauma with you. It was because you comforted the part of him that would always long for his best friend. He had found someone else that was so in love with the world and that thought made him smile. You hadn’t replaced Neil, no one ever could, but in a sense he realized he met you for a reason. Maybe it was coincidental, fate, or Neil looking out for his best friend, but he found you when he needed you most.

“Why didn’t any of you say anything before?” Charlie curiously asked and the boys just shrugged.

“We didn’t want to get into your head, in a way it was kind of nice spending time with someone that reminded us of all the good parts Neil was” Meeks told him and now you were looking at the boys, giving them a curious glance as to why they all stared at you and Charlie could only smile back.

“I guess you’re right, she makes me better. Just like Neil did” and for the first time in ten years it didn’t hurt as much to refer to Neil in the past tense. Maybe if was talking his feelings out, maybe if was realizing how much he saw Neil in you, or maybe it was just the extremely strong drink in his hand. Either way he was glad this week had done so much for him, so much for the both of you.

“We better join them, Mrs Dalton looks like she’s already moving onto her third drink and she hasn’t even hit the open bar yet” Pitts chuckled and Charlie just smiled, happy that even though this wasn’t what he imagined his future being like, at least they were all still together. Neil included. He had a seat at the table after all.

“Let her, she deserves to enjoy herself” Charlie told him and the boys went back to the table. Happily greeted by the girls who had missed them even if they were only gone about twenty minutes.

“Everything okay?” you whispered to Charlie once he was by your side, alcohol heavy on your breath. He gave you a genuine smile, something he was extremely proud to do.

“Everything is perfect” he told you and you smiled wide before pressing a kiss to his lips and then turning to the table.

“Who wants champagne?!”

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mietlynn · 2 years

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Fireworks - Charlie Dalton

Hey! This is my first post ever so i hope you like it <3

This idea came to me while watching some fireworks with my friends @nogoandbees <3

Summary: you watch the fireworks with Charlie Dalton and he focuses more on you than the view in front of him.

Warning: none.

Pairing: Charlie Dalton x gn! reader

One shot is below the line, thank u for reading!

The boys were pretty excited about going to the end-of-summer fair, however, you weren´t as thrilled. Loud noises and big crowds were not your thing, but Neil literally begged you to go with them.

The reason?

Charlie Dalton.

He had spent the whole week calling the Perry´s House to the point where Mrs. Perry stopped picking up the phone because she already knew who was calling.

Of course, the poets knew why he was so persistent about you going with them to the fair. His plan was to kiss you on the top of the Fair Ferris Wheel, as cheese as it sounded. That was all he could think of for the last weeks of August until the day finally came.

You spent almost half an hour deciding what to wear, while Neil waited in the hallway just outside your door reading a book. Putting chapstick on your lips you finally came out of your room, and of course, your big brother had to make a comment about how much time you took to get ready.

"Dressing up for someone?"

"Never" Even though you were lying to yourself.

You both started walking towards Meeks´s place since it was near the fair. You kept trying to calm yourself down, you haven´t seen Charlie since the school year ended and it seemed that every time you saw him he just keep getting more handsome than last time.

You were meeting Knox and Chris directly at the entrance and you were suddenly missing the female support she gave to you, she just seemed to understand you and your little crush better.

After what appeared to be forever, they all entered the precinct and started pointing out everything that they liked, from the cotton candy to the big roller coaster.

When the sun was starting to set, Pitts recommended seeing the view from the top of the Ferris Wheel. Charlie got mentally prepared to ask you out and he finally spoke.

"Hey, I was wondering, well, if you wanted ..."

Just as he was going to finish his sentence, Chris snatched your arm,

"Y/n!! Sit with me on the Ferris Wheel, please!"

She looked really excited as she grabbed your hand and you couldn´t help but to say yes. You then turned around to face Charlie.

"What were you saying?"

"Nothing important"

Just as he said that he turned and joined Neil and Todd in the queue.

You wondered what he was going to say but your turn to get on the ride was coming. You enjoyed your time with Chris on the wheel even if the ride wasn´t really long.

"So, Y/n, how´s your crush going? Still there?"

You wondered for a little while. You never knew what Charlie was feeling, he was always so extra and extroverted. But you could tell that was just a facade for how he truly was. The only thing you really knew was that he was extremely loyal to his friends, which honestly just made you like him even more.

"I don´t know, I really don´t know if he´s even interested in me"

Chris just smiled as if she knew something you didn´t.

"Why are you smiling?"

"It´s nothing really, you will see it for yourself later"

...

The sun was already set when all of you sat down at the stairs of the building next to the fair. Pitts had said something about watching the fireworks from there because it had the best view. They sat down in the blankets and had a few laughs while you kept thinking about what Chris said about you seeing it for yourself.

"Everything okay?" Neil asked sitting in front of you.

You pulled yourself out of your mental trip and answered.

"Yeah, you know how I feel about loud noises"

Knox was quick to enter the conversation "Oh yeah, I remember that time we tried to make a surprise for your birthday and when we came into your house shouting, you almost fell down the stairs."

Charlie added another story "Or when I accidentally blasted music through your speakers while you were reading almost had a heart attack"

"That could happen to everyone" You tried to defend yourself.

Just as you said that the first firework was shot through the sky and you covered your ears just in case. You felt an arm wrapped around your shoulders and turned to see Charlie looking at the fireworks like nothing happened.

You tried to ignore it like everyone else who were too focused on the display in front of them to even notice.

Charlie´s plans had gone to waste, so this was pretty much his only chance to kiss you. he leaned a bit closer as you looked up to find his gaze.

"Are you alright?" you asked.

"I just, can I try something?"

Confused by his question you slowly nodded. Right after you agreed, you felt his lips on yours. Surprised, you opened your eyes and completely froze.

He pulled away with a sad look on his face. "Sorry, I thought we liked each other and..."

You quickly put your hand on his cheek and kiss him again. It was a very soft kiss, not rushed, perfect for you. A few seconds passed and you were so happy that forgot the fireworks. Though a really loud noise brought you back to reality and surprised you, accidentally biting his lower lip.

He pulled away touching his lips in shock. His reaction was so pure that you couldn´t help but laugh. A lot.

"Oh my god, I´m so sorry, I didn´t mean to, Charlie."

But he didn´t look mad at all, he just smiled and snuggled closer.

"Is this payback for the speaker's situation?"

You just smiled like a fool in love.

"Maybe it is, Dalton."

"Damn me for falling in love with a Perry."

I´m sorry if this is cringy, I really tried my best :(

Hope you like it! <3

#charlie dalton #richard cameron #knox overstreet #todd anderson #steven meeks #stephen meeks #charlie dalton x reader #neil perry #dead poets fanfic #charlie dalton one shot #charlie dalton imagine #charlie dalton headcanons

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honeybeezgobzzzzz · 1 year

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💄 Anomalous: Chapter Six

Anomalous: You are attending a make-up artist convention in London, England for your work as a MUA yourself. Little do you expect to meet a handsome stranger at a bar, proceed to ditch your friends with him, have a one-night stand, and then flee because you are late for a convention event. Unbeknownst to you, that will not be the last time you see that handsome stranger, and now that you think about it… you really should have gotten his number.

Warnings: None.

To Note: Tom Sturridge x MUAFem!Reader, Respect The Actor! (This is Fiction), Reader has long hair for reasons, You can thank @pinksirensong for this lovely mini series.

Word Count: ~3.1k

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“So did we get one, or did we not get one?” Neil asked the other producers who were loitering around on the set of The Sandman. The scene they had to shoot today required a deft hand in the world of VFX makeup. They had makeup artists on set, obviously, but not one trained in VFX makeup which they needed to shoot this scene. Justin came trotting over, cell phone in hand and nodding.

“Right, right, okay, see you.” He hung up and addressed Neil. “That was the travel company, her plane landed and she’s currently on her way to set.”

“Yes but does she know the looks we want?” Neil fussed, sighing and running a hand over his mouth and chin. “She’s of no use to me if she isn’t familiar with the design we’re going for.”

“I sent her the test designs we picked out,” Justin reassured Neil. “And we’ve both seen her portfolio. Her portfolio is excellent and so are her blending abilities. Agnes wouldn’t recommend her if she didn’t think that she was up to the task.” Neil still wasn’t sure, but they were out of options and in order to avoid delaying the production, he was going to have to put his trust in the artist Agnes had suggested. He walked over to the chair that Tom was lounging in, already dressed in his costume as the Dream Lord.

“Justin’s got word that the artist is on her way,” He explained, this time running a hand through his hair. “Should be here soon and then we can get started on a few test scenes to see if her work fits.” Tom hummed in agreement and rested his chin on his hand, his mind once again drifting. Everyone on set knew that Tom had been mooning over someone, it had become apparent at the table readings for the scripts. It was sensitive topic among the cast because once someone got Tom started on the woman named Sunday? Tom would not shut up about her.

“How’d you find one so quickly?” Tom mused in question, his dark eyebrows bunching together inquisitively. They had lost their head VFX makeup artist only days ago, how had they found one that the producers agreed upon, so soon?

“Agnes from costume knew someone, recommended her. Her schedule was clear so we asked, said yes.” Neil explained, stuffing his hands in his pockets. “I saw her work, she’s good, we’ll see how good she is soon enough.”

You were jet lagged, your eyes burned viciously from staying up for over twenty four hours, and you were pretty sure that your blood had turned into coffee with how much you had shoved down your throat in the last twenty four hours in an effort to stay awake. But you had memorized every detail of the work you were going to do, had mapped it out in your head how to layer the design, and had familiarized yourself with the script. You wanted to know more about who you were bringing to life then just learning the name. Dream of the Endless. A very complex character, albeit very egotistical, but according to the notes and scripts, he was getting better. Sort of.

You knew that he was meant to have pasty white skin kissed by stardust (which you were responsible for), eyes that glowed with stars, and hair darker than night. Dream’s description reminded you a lot of a certain someone you spent a lot of time trying to forget. Seven months and you still though of your first and only one night stand… was that even normal? Probably not… but you could not forget the inhumanely beautiful man you had spent a night with.

Rubbing your eyes, you thanked the security officer that had led you through the building to The Sandman set where you would be working for the next few days. You had been told that today would be a day for test shots to see how well you did on the make up and if Neil and the producers wanted you to adjust anything. Hopefully it would go smoothly. Adjusting the strap of your makeup bag with your personal tools, you breezed onto the set. Justin trotted over to you and led you through a throng of people milling around.

“Pleasure to meet you in person, Miss Y/L/N,” Justin said happily. “Sorry for rushing you but if we delay this any longer we’ll have to redo our entire filming schedule.”

“Not a problem,” You softly answered as he brought you over to the makeup area. Your eyes did a quick glance at who you’d be working with and you were instantly doing a double take and faltering in step. Luckily you didn’t trip and land on your face. Good. God!

“So this is Tom Sturridge and he plays Dream, I’m sure you’ll get along!” Justin exclaimed as you stared wide eyed at Tom who was now looking at you like an over eager puppy, his shock very quickly dissipating.

“Yes, I’m sure,” You replied before hurrying forwards and getting to work. You needed the distraction. Your hands quickly opened the cases of special effects makeup that you would be working with, and with a glance at Tom to take stock of how his skin complexion was, you saw him open his mouth.

“I have been searching for you every—“ You jumped forwards, slapping a hand over his mouth.

“Not right now,” You nearly hissed out, your cheeks and neck feeling like they were on fire. Your embarrassment was flooding to every part of your body. Tom wilted like a kicked puppy, but he wasn’t going to give up and went to protest.

“But—“ You flung a finger in his face and cut him off once more.

“No,” You told him sternly, watching his over eager puppy state turn into one that was pouting. My god this manwas going to be the death of you! Ignoring the stares from the people around you (and the stare coming from the man that haunted your dreams), you prepped his skin and added a layer of primer to his skin so the editing team would have an easier time working their magic later. Then you carefully placed the facial tracking makers. You had to tilt his face around to make sure that they were lined up correctly (all the while ignoring the looks he was giving you which was immensely hard).

But you managed to do your job without further incident even though you knew that Tom was practically having to sit on his hands to behave. He wanted to touch you so bad, he wanted his mind to know that you weren’t a figment of his imagination. At least he was aware of it.

“You’re done,” You told him, brushing your fingers along his cheek to check that the facial tracking makers were attached properly. Pulling back, you cleaned up your supplies and recapped your jars. While you were busying yourself, Tom stood up and loomed next to you, staring intently at you until you noticed and looked back at him. He was giving you that look again, you know, the smolder. You swallowed hard. “What is it?”

“We need to talk,” Tom told you quietly, reaching for one of your hands. His fingers curled against yours and played with them as he struggled internally to not flat out pull you into his arms and hug you and kiss your face repeatedly and— you were right, this was not the place to do that… no matter how much he wanted to. You pursed your lips, that haunting guilt filling you once more. Oh yes, yes you did need to talk.

“Okay,” You replied, your eyes dropping down because you couldn’t bare to look him in the face anymore. Tom’s other hand rose and pushed your chin upwards so you had to look him in the eyes. You nearly shivered at his touch.

“Do you want to talk?” He then asked you, not wanting to push you into something you might not even want. Your tired eyes flickered with fatigue.

“I— yes, I would like to talk.” You answered meekly. That was good. That was very good. But Tom didn’t like the way your eyes were tinted with red nor did he like the bags beneath them. Hadn’t Justin mentioned they were flying someone in? When was the last time you had slept? Or gotten quality sleep?

“We can talk in my dressing room,” Tom murmured, leaning over you and resisting the urge to press his lips against yours once more. At the very least being this close to you and smelling your perfume once more eased his internal fidgeting. Though he really wanted to bury his face in your hair at the moment. Tom ran his fingers across the arch of your cheekbone, his gaze pinching in distaste at your exhaustive state. “And you should take a nap, love, you look three seconds away from falling asleep.”

“I have paper work to do,” You argued back before glancing in the direction of the set. They were waiting for him, and staring at you. Good grief did everyoneneed to stare!? “Speaking of which, you need to get on set, they are waiting for you and it is going to be a long day I think.”

His eyes narrowed briefly at you.

“Dressing room, Sunday,” He told you sternly before striding away. You shivered at the nickname and briefly remembered what that fateful night had been like all those months ago. Calling you Sunday? He certainly remembered what had happened between you. Stop it Y/N! You’re on the job! Your eyes followed him, watching in fascination at how his walk transformed from Tom, to Dream of the Endless. You finished cleaning up your supplies and trotted over to Justin and the man you were pretty sure was Neil Gaiman.

“Satisfactory?” You asked, raising an eyebrow at Justin. “The facial tracking markers are easy enough to adjust if you encounter problems for the software. Won’t even take five minutes.”

“Agnes was right,” Justin beamed. “You are good at what you do.”

“Wouldn’t make a living out of being a VFX artist if I wasn’t,” You shrugged before looking at Neil. “So, Mr. Gaiman, is there anything you would like me to change?”

“At the moment? No, we’ll do some screen tests today and see if anything needs adjustments tonight with editing, but I’m liking what I am seeing so far.” Neil told you as you caught Agnes charging at you out of the corner of your eyes. You just barely managed to brace yourself from her practically throwing her body into your arms.

“Y/N!” She exclaimed happily. “You accepted! Oh I was so hoping you would because this is right in your wheelhouse!” You patted her on the back before dislodging her from your body. Agnes then squinted at you. “Speaking of which, how do you know Tom? Cause girl, we all can see that you know each other!!”

Your cheeks flooded with heat once more and you floundered in place, clearing your throat and trying not to look into her eyes.

“We’ve met before.” You admitted, seeing those around you giving you nosy side eyes. Agnes narrowed her eyes, clearly wanting more information. “That’s all I’m telling you.” You told her, not wanting to tell her too much because when it came to Agnes? She was a total chatter box and did not know how to keep her mouth shut. She pouted at you and you crossed your arms, ignoring the stares that you received. You looked to Justin and Neil once more. “Do you need me for anything else?”

“Nope,” You decided Justin was far too cheerful for your taste.

“Well, it you’ll excuse me, I have a promise to keep and paper work to finish.” You turned around and marched towards the dressing room section, ignorant to the looks Neil and Justin exchanged.

“I’m pretty sure she’s the woman Tom’s been mooning over.” Neil commented, remembering the way Tom had immediately perked up when he spotted you. His pout had disappeared in an instant. That was no coincidence.

“You see the way he turned into a puppy when he spotted her?” Justin chuckled. “He is whipped.”

You ended up in Tom’s dressing room and spent a solid five minutes taking in the fact that Tom was an actor, and apparently a famous one…. and you were going to be working with him for the next several months. Not to mention you had slept with him! Fuck! You didn’t know if this was a good or bad thing but what you did know, was that you had some explaining to do. You sat down on the little sofa he had and did some paper work to pass time. But your eyes were burning so bad and you were struggling to keep them open, you set the paperwork on a nearby table and leaned your head against a jumper thrown over the side of the armrest. It smelled just like Tom, and it was all too easy for you to close your eyes and then fail to open them again.

Tom had made sure that his acting was perfect and on point, with no goofing off, to reduce the number of takes he had to do this day. Plain and simple, he was eager to see you again and hoped that you would be in his dressing room like you promised. He’d already lost you once, he’d rather not lose you again… at least not without fully talking with you. So when he entered his dressing room and didn’t see you standing around, his hopes were almost dashed. But then he spotted you passed out on his sofa, snoozing away with your face buried in one of his jumpers.

You had stayed.

The joy that bloomed within his chest was quickly fading when he saw how exhausted you looked. Your face had a sickly pallor, the bags beneath your eyes pronounced. You appeared to be run ragged and he did not like that. Quietly walking over to where you were dead to the world, Tom ran his fingers along your cheek, stroking the signs of your exhaustion in distaste once more. Had you been overworking yourself? You murmured and shifted beneath his gentle touches before your eyes peeled open and you blinked. Then you seemed to realize that Tom was standing in front of you and jerked into a sitting position. You stared wide eyed at Tom once more as he blinked at you. You blinked back, your face filling with sheer, unadulterated, embarrassment.

“First things first, do you think that what happened was a mistake? Because if you do, that’s okay, we can keep things professional.” Tom told you, silently hoping that you were going to say no, that night wasn’t a mistake. Your eyes left his as you chewed your lip.

“I was in London for a makeup convention for work,” You answered ever so softly. “I realized I was late for an early morning convention talk and panicked.” At your admittance you shriveled in place, pushing your hands into your tired face. “I did not mean to run out on you, I swear I didn’t. All I could think about was that I was missing the talk… and my entire reason for being in London was for that convention, my work… and I was going to be late…” Tom could have sworn that his heart swelled to infinite proportions at your words and reached to pull your hands from your face. He could see the clear embarrassment on your lovely features and was determined to rid it from your face. So he pulled your face to his and kissed you.

At first you were shocked, very shocked. You had spent so many hours thinking about how he would react if you ever crossed paths with him again. Him kissing you was not a scenario you had thought about. But you were more than happy to kiss back. So parting your lips, you caught his mouth in yours and slipped a hand into his hair to pull him closer. Lips pushing against his, you kissed Tom with the ferocity of a starving woman, and he kissed you back all the same. His tongue flicked across your lower lip shortly before sliding against yours. You softly moaned and Tom ate that precious sound up, drinking all that he could from your mouth and pressing infinity closer to you.

No one had ever kissed you like this. Like you were the very object of their envy and more. Like they could never get enough of the taste of your tongue, or the softness of your lips. The way he kissed you made it feel like you had been apart for decades rather than months. Teeth lightly caught your lower lip and you moaned once more, your fingers tightening around the strands they were wrapped around. Tom used your beautiful moan to slip his way further into your mouth, consuming every little exquisite noise you made. He could have sworn that he was getting drunk off your taste alone. He continued to kiss you, ravish your mouth with his, until you were getting lightheaded. Even then you didn’t want to stop.

But then someone had to go and loudly knock on the door shouting for Tom and saying that Neil needed to talk to him for a quick minute. Tom growled into your mouth as you pulled back, displeased with the interruption while your face seared with heat. Your eyes instantly went to his messy hair, which you had, somehow, managed to make messier.

“Shit,” You squealed, eyes going round while your fingers wildly combing through the dark strands in an effort to neaten it up some. Tom chuckled at your efforts and reached up to take one of your hands.

“My hair is always messy on set, Y/N, it’s part of the look,” Tom reassured you. You were, in fact, not reassured, and scowled at him.

“It looks way worse than that Tom!” You exclaimed in embarrassment. “There is purposefully messy hair and then there is messy hair!” He found your panic somewhat endearing, and took hold of both wrists. Then he gently kissed your fingers before pulling you to your feet and wrapping an arm around your back.

“You are worrying, love,” Tom soothed, holding you nice and close while pressing his forehead against yours. You were grumpy, and tired, but being within his arms once more felt ever so nice and you didn’t feel like putting up much of a fight.

“Okay, okay, but hands to yourself on the set, this is a job,” You pointed out, giving him a firm but gentle look. Tom massaged your palm while staring into your eyes adoringly. You felt like rolling your eyes because when it came down to facts? You hardly knew each other. What you did know, was that you and Tom fit like two peas in a pod and if you were going to spend time with anyone, you wanted it to be with him. Smiling happily, Tom took your hand and led you to the door of his dressing room. “Uh, Tom, he said that Neil wanted you, not you and me.” You pointed out as he tugged you along.

Tom looked back at you with a puppy look and you gave him a look. Then he pouted and released your hand begrudgingly. You both exited his dressing room and as Tom confidently strode away, you felt with the stares of people who knew exactly what you two had been doing within that room. Puffy lips aside. You had a feeling that everyone on set knew that you and Tom had history.

Date Published: 12/31/22

Last Edit: 5/29/23

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kinghaargrove · 10 months

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[ just dropping in with this thought Maybe more of a personal headcanon because I believe the reverse of this is “more popular”, but —

Neil Hargrove isn’t a drunk. He isn’t three sheets to the wind when he comes home banging on Billy’s door and demanding to know where Max is. There’s a steely cold and startlingly clear look in his eyes when he’s standing in Billy’s room with that boy’s back against the wall. Neil Hargrove isn’t an abusive drunk, he’s abusive sober, he makes the decision to lay violent hands on his boy and on his ex wife with perfect clarity and I think that makes it all the more terrifying for those living in that household.

That’s not to say he doesn’t drink at all. No, he almost definitely had a cup or two when he was out with Susan. He probably goes out and drinks with his friends every now and then, too. He definitely strikes me as the type to come home after work and kick up his feet and crack open a can of beer, but it’s just light and casual at home, not enough that he’d even get a buzz. Billy gets that beer from somewhere, after all. He probably started him in at like- 14? That wasn’t uncommon in the 80’s. Even in present day. A boy isn’t a man until he’s got a beer in his hands kind of mentality.

I think one of the many saddest things about Billy's situation is that - as we see daily with Billy-anti's - people will almost always take Neil's side, or take pity on Neil for having Billy for a son, because Billy acts out the way he does and nobody understands why. Because Neil isn't a drunk, because he's a hard working, conventionally handsome man, who presumably goes to church on Sunday's, because he's ex military (ask me how I know), people think very highly of him because he's got it all put together, he talks the talk, he walks the walk. He's very charming up front, but, 'oh, that Billy, it's a damn shame he is the way he is, Neil's such a good man, it must be such a struggle to raise a wild boy like him.' And nobody sees, nobody knows, and nobody fucking cares that he just put a fresh hole in the drywall with his fist next to Billy's head that night because Billy's struggling to keep up with the rigid expectations to raise his sister when he's barely (or timeline dependent, not yet even) 18 himself. Nobody knows he calls his son a f*g, or that half of the bruises on his body are from Neil and not just another high school scrap. Nobody knows how much physical and emotional abuse Billy takes, and that there's not a single day that goes by that that boy ever knows peace.

What makes things even more sad is Billy still loves his dad for some of those same reasons that everyone else does, admires him, even, because abuse isn't black and white, especially with abusers like Neil. Neil isn’t an absent father. He’s shown up for ball games when he was a kid. He probably shows up to his basketball games, too, provided his work schedule allows. (He never has a good thing to say to Billy before or after the game, but his presence is noted as a good thing, by the other parents). Neil gave Billy his car. He taught him everything he knows about cars. There are good days and there are bad, there are horrific days, but sometimes those good days give him hope, you know? That maybe his dad loves him, that maybe, sometimes, he's enough. He doesn't know that he deserves better, that his dad shouldn't fucking hit him, ever, that no parent is justified in hitting their child, because the rest of the world has him believing he doesn't deserve that basic kindness either. ]

#ooc; kel speaks #♔ hc

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fandomfiish · 1 year

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I've been writing Anderperry and Knarlie and Chadd too much that I feel bad for neglecting our intellectual ship, Mitts.

So here's an apology.

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Tonight was a special day for Meeks as there will be a meteor shower happening tonight and he's excited to actually experience it firsthand. He told the other poets about it and they all shared their own levels of enthusiasm and it made Meeks feel a bit better for being excited about it in the first place.

He remembers being unable to share his own hobbies and likes due to it being not the same as his peers, most of them all know about sports or anything that isn't 'nerdy' in their own words.

And then he met Gerard Pitts, too tall for his age yet and yet holds a shy exterior and a goofy smile. The two became friends after being grouped together, and after talking for hours until they had to go home the two became inseparable. Meeks, couldn't understand it himself either, to find someone who shares almost everything he likes, has the same wave flow with him, and someone who always supports him and is there by his side when no one else did.

And so when Meeks looks at Pitts as the others talk about their mornings he saw him grin and Meeks just knows he's gonna be with him later, which was good because he expected that the others might've had other plans and be unable to attend but that's fine since he knows that Pitts will be there with him.

They've always had each other ever since.

Surprisingly all the poets were able to attend as they all lay on the rooftop of Welton splayed by pairs. Neil with Todd with their own blanket giggling about something they only knew, Charlie and Knox who bought some bread from the kitchen as Charlie talks animatedly to Knox who had his eyes and ear all on him. Cameron invited Sticks who loved anything about astronomy, and Meeks to see the two of them talking about anything they knew about the universe.

It made Meeks heart swell with happiness seeing the people he truly cared for be there for something that was very special to him. And once he saw Pitts, already staring at him with a grin, sitting on a comfy blanket with a jug of hot cocoa near him, Meeks couldn't help but grin back.

"Didn't expect everyone to attend." He whispered to Pitts in the seat next to him, their shoulders touching. A gesture the two are already used, and Meeks wouldn't want anything else.

"I mean who wouldn't wanna see a meteor shower with their own eyes?" Pitts said as he drapes his arm around Meeks's shoulder, making them closer to each other. "And we wouldn't miss such a special moment with you."

Meeks felt his cheeks warm up and he hoped that the Pitts would see it as he smiles at Pitts.

"Thank you."

"Always for you."

Meeks tries to not think too much of that as they fall back to their usual chatter, animatedly talking as the group decided to tell some stories to buy time till the said meteor shower. As laughter and warm feelings fill the rooftop.

Meeks did feel Pitts became more clingy to him than usual tonight, not that he minded, after all, it was still a cold evening and Meeks likes Pitts being close to him. And so he decided to divulge himself since he was feeling the chill as well, and not just because of his crush on his best friend.

Crush...

He remembered it when they were in the first year of high school, in which Meeks saw how Pitts grew into who he was now, tall and handsome. And it took Meeks a while till he realized his fondness towards the tall one isn't platonic.

It came in one evening, Pitts wanted to study with him and thought they'd study better if they were together. One came from another then later with they finished studying what they can go into talking about one day creating something incredible.

"And I want to make it with you." Pitts said with such sincerity that Meeks heart skipped a beat. And Meeks couldn't understand why did his heart skip a beat, why did he feel very conscious all of the sudden.

The feelings only solidified when he woke up the morning after when he woke up with Pitts sleeping beside him, face so close that he can feel his breathing.

His movement stirred the other awake as Pitts opens his eyes and it met with Meeks, who found himself frozen in place from the eye contact, it was so warm that Meeks found himself warming up.

"Good morning Meeksie." Pitts said with a lazy grin, with a morning voice that had an effect on Meeks, and then a thought appeared on his mind at that moment.

I'd love to always wake up with Pitts like this.

And it was then when accepted that he's fallen in love with his best friend.

Meeks was suddenly brought back to the present when Charlie yelled. "It's finally starting!" And when Meeks looked up in the sky, indeed it was as one star shoots above the sky, and then more started to appear.

It was a dream come true for Meeks as he stares at how beautiful it was, as the evening sky seems to light up in a dance so beautiful that it's hard to describe in just words.

"Everyone don't forget to make a wish!" Knox yells as the others start to make their own wishes in their heads, so only they would know.

I hope to be happy with Pitts and the poets until the end of time. He wished as he felt a hand placed on top of his, and he knew it was Pitts who now scooted closer to him.

Without leaving his eyes from the spectacle, He moved his hands to fully hold Pitts hands, as their fingers intertwine he speaks, voice soft and only Pitts could hear.

"It's so beautiful," Meeks said, in awe.

He felt Pitts squeeze his hand on his and he replies. "It is."

Something about his tone made him look at Pitts and finds him staring at him already, with such a fond smile and a look that leave no chance of not understanding what it meant.

And Meeks felt his heart soar, and he grins leaning towards Pitts as their forehead meets as they stare at each other.

Meeks knows they have to talk about it, and with the way Pitts looks at him, he didn't need to worry about it. So for now all his focus was on Pitts and the Meteor shower.

#dead poets society #steven meeks #gerard pitts #mitts #todd anderson #neil perry #knox overstreet #richard cameron #charlie dalton #sticks

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kingedmundsroyalmurder · 6 months

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From here on out, just assume a running content warning for ableism and racism/eugenics. I will flag anything new or out of the ordinary, but this is a book about ableism and eugenics, so those threads pop up everywhere.

Okay, we're back at it. We pick back up with chapter 8, when Eric and Kilmeny have their arranged meeting. Kilmeny is still being described as a child every other sentence. This is a thing LMM does when she wants to convey ~innocence~. Cecilia Gay (you know, a 26-year-old woman who'd had a child) was also constantly described as childlike and innocent. It grates on my more modern sensibilities, but it does feel more like literary shorthand than like LMM literally saying Kilmeny is a kid.

We waste no time re-establishing Eric as a jerk. "Somehow Eric did not like her references to Neil. The idea of that handsome, low-born boy seeing Kilmeny every day..." Neil, of course, has committed the dastardly crime of having the Wrong Parents. Eric can't just be jealous of Neil because he has a crush on Kilmeny and so is jealous of every single man who sees her (already an unpleasant character trait), Eric has to be superior and condescending about how Neil is the Wrong kind of people to breathe Kilmeny's air.

Anyway, so Kilmeny is magic:

"What divine music she lured out of the old violin—merry and sad, gay and sorrowful by turns, music such as the stars of morning might have made singing together, music that the fairies might have danced to in their revels among the green hills or on yellow sands, music that might have mourned over the grave of a dead hope. Then she drifted into a still sweeter strain. As he listened to it he realized that the whole soul and nature of the girl were revealing themselves to him through her music—the beauty and purity of her thoughts, her childhood dreams and her maiden reveries. There was no thought of concealment about her; she could not help the revelation she was unconscious of making."

Kilmeny is entirely self-taught -- she said previously that Neil taught her how to hold a bow but everything else she figured out on her own. Given that the violin is one of her primary methods of communication, it does make sense that she would have figured out how to convey meaning through the music. It's less logical that Eric, who doesn't know her, would immediately pick up on the nuances of that communication instead of having to get to know her better, but it's a romance novel so fine. Whatever. Eric and Kilmeny have a spiritual magical connection and understand each other instinctively.

We learn that Kilmeny can laugh aloud, even if she can't speak. Eric asks about it, and she says that she can only make sounds when she's not thinking about it. When she is caught up in the moment she can laugh or make noises of fear or surprise, but if she tries to make sounds on purpose she can't. She also says this: " I asked mother once and she told me it was a judgment on her for a great sin she had committed."

Kilmeny doesn't notice that Eric only sees her as an extension of himself because all her life she has only ever been seen as an extension of her mother. She has been punished for Margaret's sin. (And, by the by, why is it Margaret who is being punished when it's Ronald who lied to her? Kilmeny said last chapter that on her deathbed Margaret regretted never forgiving Ronald or believing him when he said he didn't know his first wife was alive. Is that her sin?

Ew. I just realized. Margaret's sin is pride and her punishment for that sin is having born a disabled child. I hate it.)

Eric does have a good moment when he asks Kilmeny's permission to ask her about her muteness. As ever, Eric is poisoned by the fact that we can see his thoughts.

" Do not look so sorry, my friend. I am very happy and I do not mind so very much not being able to speak—only sometimes when I have so many thoughts and it seems so slow to write them out, some of them get away from me."

Kilmeny has the most healthy attitude on her disability we have seen thus far: it isn't hurting her, it is sometimes kind of annoying, but mostly she just lives her life. It's other people who make a big deal about it.

So Eric wishes that his friend, who conveniently is a nationally renowned throat specialist, could examine Kilmeny. On the one hand, sure. On the other, I wish he could take her at her word that she doesn't particularly mind and leave it alone. He's not doing it because he thinks it will make her happy, he's doing it because he thinks she is defective.

Ew.

(Also, as a sidenote, it's been a minute since we heard anything about Eric's students. The man is definitely not cut out to be a teacher, is all I'll say.)

#kilmeny of the orchard #kilmeny readalong #Margaret gordon continues to haunt this narrative #If kilmeny's a changeling then margaret is a witch

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killershark82 · 11 months

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Part one of crossover idea I had

Alright so on to that idea I had that I said I would explain in more depth that I do not have a name for yet because I am not that creative with names.

Though knowing me I’m going to get too into it as I do this and make more problems for me.

Oh well.

Anyway~

So the main driving point of this idea is that Lloyd has two half siblings from other worlds in Lucy heartfilia from fairytail, and Neil from Class of the Titans (if you don’t know this one I recommend it’s great)

How does this work? Well we already know wu and garmadon got up into shenanigans in their thousands years of life as demigods so you can’t tell me they didn’t go to other worlds a lot when they were young.

So on two occasions, garmadon had sweet but short relationships with women before leaving again, and those women found other partners they married. They assumed the child they had came from them, not the stranger of their brief relationship.

You can imagine, for at least the heartfilias, the surprise when the other genetics kick in

Look garmadon is a demigod dragon/oni hybrid you cannot tell me his genetics won’t be weird

I mean look at Lloyd he received most of the oni genetics and the elemental power.

Agh I’m getting off track ANYWAY

Lucy is the oldest child, Neil the middle and Lloyd the youngest. The biggest age gap is between Lloyd and both his siblings. Neil is maybe four or five years younger than Lucy. And Lloyd is 12 years younger than Lucy.

Now back to the other stuff

Lucy received a lot of dragon genetics from garmadon. You can imagine what happy little terror she was. Some of her genetics are physical attributes such as her teeth being sharper than normal or her bones being denser. She gave her parents so many heart attacks.

I also want to develop how this also effects her celestial summoning and celestial magic in general.

I’m going to take so many liberties with it but I’ll save that for another time

Neil is mostly human, his Greek heritage and power of luck aside he’s the one who has almost entirely skipped out in the oni and dragon genetics and the instincts that come with them (I bet it’s the luck) though he also has some uncharacteristicly sharp teeth when he gets angry.

He doesn’t have to deal with nearly the same amount of drama or chaos as the other two do, so he’s really chill. Even later when the Cronus thing is going on. He’s so used to the bullshit his siblings deal with that it does not phase him at all.

Now Lloyd of course got the brunt of the oni genetics, though he’s not at the stage where he can access his second form. It effects his behavior in a lot of ways that I’ll probably go into later.

Now onto the other part.

Lucy and Neil meet first. Lucy when she wants to escape her dad’s sad and depressing and psychologically abusive home environment and the fate her dad wants to force her into, subconsciously uses her magic to send herself to the closest relative

This sends her straight to another world and through the roof of Neil’s house.

His parents are chill with it, and Neil’s mom vaguely recalls a handsome stranger doing the same thing at some point.

Explaining her situation and what happened (his parents are used to this and the Greek bullshit of their lives this is nothing) they quickly realize that the stranger is Neil’s and Lucy’s dad. But they can’t just let her return to a dangerous environment (in their world Jude would have been imprisoned for child abuse/neglect and attempted child marriage and trafficking) and decide to keep her there with them.

It’s a much better environment for her and it takes a long time for her to feel comfortable with therapy and the calm attitude of the home.

She and Neil get along great and are similar in many aspects. There are many shopping sprees and late night gossip meetings with snacks, nail painting, face masks and romcoms in the background

They also found out the hard way that they both have latent luck abilities, and that when they are together that luck cancels out so it’s just normal luck. As seen when Neil was doing something he normally would and then was suddenly injured when that has never happened before.

Lucy eventually leaves to travel her own world and join the guild of her dreams. (I won’t go into it here but her dragon instincts really get into it with the other slayers and erza)

Also the seven year time prison thing doesn’t happen and instead it’s like 3 months

A few years later, a few guild wars and an actual war happened, Lucy unlocked her full dragon form and rocked acnologia’s shit and killed him. And Neil’s been chosen by the gods of his world to kill their dad/relative of chaos.

At this point the traveling to other worlds is figured out, and Lucy would rather Neil come to her so she doesn’t cancel out his luck if a surprise attack occurs and he’ll need it.

She’s a free mentor to the team and as she’s a person who’s killed a chaos being her insight is extremely helpful

Neil and Lucy decide they want to meet their birth father and decide to use the same spell Lucy did the first time to find him.

Instead they found themselves in a frozen cold region with no one for miles around

And a small fragile 8 year old Lloyd who is the only one around.

They immediately know he’s a sibling and are absolutely furious at whoever abandoned him out here by himself. Their dad forgotten.

Lloyd is hesitant to trust them but his instincts recognize them as elders in the family so he goes with them. They learn that their shared dad is in the underworld and that Lloyd was supposed to be with his mom or uncle and away from their dad, as garmadon feared he would hurt Lloyd in anyway and wanted him safe and away from him. Learning their bio dad isn’t at fault was nice but they are still angry about the abandonment and obvious neglect and possibly abuse from the boarding school on Lloyd’s behalf (if it’s burned to the ground and all the children being out in better places with actual proper therapy and help for their psychological issues and neurological disorders and teachers arrested then no one needs to know)

For a lot of the time he’s set up with Neil’s parents or Lucy and the guild. They all adore him and are angry on his behalf.

Lucy is completely furious when she bonds with Lloyd and knows his story is considerably mirroring her own and sends her spiraling.

Neil is angry on both of his siblings behalf’s and will be endlessly petty. Lloyd spends a year happy and fully integrated into the family.

Then they hear new that garmadon was defeated by ninjas.

They of course have to see it for themselves and travel to the underworld and finally meet him.

He knew about Lloyd, but now he’s completely blind sighted by two other children he didn’t know about.

Surprised and horrified that there were two other children of his he didn’t get to know or love or be worried about.

They’re there now though, and now he has two other spaces in his heart to keep his sanity.

Honestly I could keep going but I really need to stop or this will go one forever. I’ll pick this up again later

#crossover fic ideas #fairytail #ninjago #cott #class of the titans #Neil #lucy heartfilia #lloyd garmadon #I seriously need to stop or my brain won’t let me sleep #it won’t let me sleep anyway #because adhd #I’ll make another one to further get into it #but I’ve already gotten too into it already #will I even write this? do I have the mental capacity to write this?#probably not #still want to share the idea though #who knows maybe someone else will take liberties #as long as I’m credited if they do it’s fine #fanfiction

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jedinerd27 · 2 years

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I flirted with the Lord of Dreams in my Dreams... Turns out he's Real: Part 1/?(Short series) Morpheus x GN! Reader

Summary:

You always had strange dreams. You could never really control them, the passage of time, nor the direction they took. So, when you end up in a library looking at stories lost to history and unfinished novels, you bump into a handsome man. A man who quite literally is a man of your dreams.

A/N: Cross posted on my AO3

Word Count 1242

Neil Gaiman please do not read or interact! You may be a huge influence and inspiration for my writing, but I am begging you to please skip over this!

Dreams, something magnificent but also something terrifying. Something that can make sense but also something that can be utter bat shit crazy and doesn’t seem to make any sense.

Your dreams often were the latter, the most chaotic. Never a concrete story line or anything. One moment you would stand in a hallway, the next you're swimming down to the bottom of an ocean. You're walking through a city, next thing you know you can fly, and when you go around the block, it’s a different street. Everything changes. nothing stays the same.

Now whether that’s your subconscious trying to tell you something about yourself, something to do with understanding, or you just had a weird mind.

You have to admit, walking down a bridge into a castle was fantastic. There was even a dragon flapping its wings on the middle spire.

“That’s amazing!” You whisper to yourself as you feel yourself continue to walk towards the castle, and after what felt like a second, you were standing in the middle of the main entrance.

Oh, how your dreams loved to mess around with the passage of time. They were making everything so trippy.

Because what should have taken minutes to walk through the halls to find a library in a massive castle, but you just walked through one set of doors, and you are transported there.

How magnificent the library was, it seems that there are endless levels and shelves of books. Glass panned windows, and an arched ceiling that seemed to have fluffy white clouds wandered through the air.

AS you walk past the books, bound in leather, paperback and hardback, you read off the names of the books.

Sedition by Jane Austen, Love's Labor's Won, The Dark Tower by C.S. Lewis, Great Gatsby by Zelda Sayre…

Your eyes wander about this brown mahogany bookshelf, as you look confused. You were no Library, but you did love stories. And these stories were lost, never finished, or the last one had the actual Author’s name.

“What the hell” You swore, your hand instantly reaching for the Jane Austen title.

“Pardon me Mx. but are you interested in more unpublished novels or literature?” A woman’s voice echoed behind you.

Turning your head you saw a woman in a three-piece suit, shaved head, elf ears. She peered at you with utmost politeness and a little bit of curiosity

“Um, Hi” You waved politely, but a bit nervous.

“Hello.” She smiled. “Are you interested, in such books?” She pointed out the one that lay in your hands. “We have plenty more, and stories that have never been written down.”

“Oh, I wish this was real,” You sighed. “Any chance you got the little Iliad? Oh, what about anything from the library of Alexandria? House of wisdom? God, I wonder what my mind can come up with.”

“Right this way Mx. “ The Librarian turned and started to walk down a section between the tall shelves.

AS you follow after, the architecture changes. A more modern library and then as you pass another shelf it has Egyptian pillars with hieroglyphs, with scrolls in the shelves and flickering flames of lamps.

“Alexandrian Literature would be in here, and a few other books will be down the hallway. If you are looking for anything else just ask for me. My name is Lucienne, I am the librarian of the Library of the dreaming.”

“Library of the Dreaming? Wow, what did i eat to Dream of this, hah. Thank you so much!” You cheer smiling before you extend a hand, which Lucienne shakes. She watches as you run off and instantly reach for a scroll. As you unravel the scrolls, watching as the hairy Greek letters change and shift into something you could actually read.

“Lucienne?” A voice rings out. Turning your head you watch as a man in all black enter the room, as Lucien was organizing a shelf.

“Right here, my lord. Just helping another Dreamer” She walked over to him, having two books in her arm.

“A dreamer?” The man turned towards you. An unreadable expression upon his face. You wave awkwardly before you go back to reading the scroll.

The sound of your voice is sweet

Full like the taste of date wine

And I, a drunken girl in a tangle of flowers

Live only captive to hear

A love poem, how quaint. It was cute and sweet.

‘Oh, that one was not lost '' Lucienne said as she noted the scroll in your hand.

“Lost?” The man asked as you rolled it back up.

“I can put it back, right? I don’t want to mess up the organization.” You noted.

“Yes, you can just place it back there. What do you need Lord Morpheus.”

“You're looking at lost literature ?” HE asked me to take a few steps over.

“Uh, yes. I mean, however, my mind wants to create it in my mind.” Your laugh. You had to admit this was the first time in your dreams that a handsome man that was your type had appeared. Yes, wet cat emo-looking man was a type you appreciated.

“Hmm. Interesting.” His eyes scanned over you, and you felt heat blossom upon your cheeks. “Do you enjoy books?”

“Stories, but books fall under that category.” You smile, as you look fondly at the shelves, peering backward you look back and see the bookshelves you passed. “Always wanted a library for me, guess that's why my dreams are trying to tell me.

“What are your dreams trying to tell you?” He chuckled at your admissions. He leans a bit forward with dark eyes that seem to drink in every inch of you.

“I don’t know. Some physiological bullshit? Recreate the type of guy that I am into?” You confess, not using a filter you would have when awake.

The man in front of you seems taken aback, as he flinches away, with wide eyes, taut lips and creased brows.

“What?” You at first though he sounded offended, but the look upon his face was more of shock.

“Thank you brilliant mind of mine” You sigh fondly.

“This dream is over” The man, Morpheus, raised his voice as he raises a hand, swiping the air like a cat.

Next thing you know, you are in your bed. The room is dark, but you can hear the busy city streets outside. You can here the familiar noise of a local drunk singing at the top of his lungs.

“Back to real life then” You mutter to yourself, wrapping your arms around your front as a way to comfort yourself, but you clutched something in your hand.

A scroll.

The Scroll from your dream.

In the palm of your hand.

“What the actual-”

“WOOF!” came from your closed bedroom door. “WOOOF!”

Your eyes swipe back and forth, between the scroll and your bedroom door.

“Damn it, Achilles” You muttered as you pushed yourself off the bed and palace the scroll upon a night table. Exhaustion washing over you. As you open the door, your golden retriever rushes in and basically throws himself onto your bed. "C'mon boy, not tonight.”

Your dog lets lets out a pleading whimper, tilting his head at you. As you let out a deep breath, your realized your dog has won.

You lay down in your bed as Achilles lays over your stomach and you try to sleep.

You don't dream for the rest of the night.

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Babe in the Woods by Jude Hopkins #WomensFiction #RomCom #RockStarRomance

Babe in the Woods

Jude Hopkins

Genre: Women’s Fiction

Publisher: The Wild Rose Press Inc.

Date of Publication: June 7, 2023

ISBN 978-1-5092-4843-8

ISBN 978-1-5092-4844-5

Number of pages: 294

Word Count: 72,321

Cover Artist: Tina Lynn Stout

Tagline: Timber! She’s Falling in Love

Book Description:

It’s September 1995, the first year of the rest of Hadley Todd's life. After living in Los Angeles, Hadley returns to her hometown in rural New York to write and be near her father.

In addition to looking after him and teaching high school malcontents, Hadley hopes to channel her recent L.A. heartbreak into a play about the last moment of a woman’s innocence. But she seeks inspiration.

Enter Trey Harding, a young, handsome reporter who covers sports at the high school. Trey reminds Hadley of her L.A. ex and is the perfect spark to fire up her imagination. The fact that Trey is an aspiring rock star and she has L.A. record biz connections makes the alliance perfect. She dangles promises of music biz glory while watching his moves.

But the surprising twist that transpires when the two of them go to Hollywood is not something Hadley prepared for.

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Excerpt:

There was a knock on the door as Hadley sat down with a bowl of chocolate-chip ice cream. She glanced at the clock: 8 p.m. Sunday night. She’d shot the whole weekend, mostly grading papers and sleeping the day before.

“My God,” she said aloud, remembering Trey’s promise to make good on a date. How could he possibly show up after she’d been so deliberately elusive? She had forgotten the resiliency of some guys.

“Who is it?” she trilled, bouncing a mound of the frozen dessert on her tongue. She cleared her throat and repeated the question, all the while picking up the detritus from the weekend—the pizza box, the ice cream container, the National Enquirer.

“ ‘Tis I, Old Dog Trey,” he yelled through the door. “Ever faithful. We have a meeting, remember?”

She used her fingers to comb her hair and moaned when the mirror reflected a wan, puffy face staring back at her.

“I never confirmed any meeting,” she said through the door. She hurried to straighten the cushions on the couch. “I’ll take a rain check.” Her heart was doing double time.

“C’mon. Please open the door. It’s getting chilly out here.” His voice was deeper than usual.

She brushed the lint off her sweatshirt and zipped up her jeans before opening the door.

Trey was twirling the end of a white stick in his mouth. With a loud slurping sound, he pulled from his mouth a bright red lollipop before sticking out his tongue, which now matched the color of his shirt.

“Fire your secretary,” he said, tapping his watch. “May I come in?”

She let him in, the shame of her unkempt apartment equaled only by the shame of her own disheveled appearance.

He stood close to her. “I have to say, you are much more attractive without all that make-up.” He talked with the lollipop stuck in his cheek. “Definitely younger.”

It was an approach she remembered from her time with Derek. First you surprise them, then compliment them when they’re at their most vulnerable. She made a mental note.

He walked toward the nearest chair, sat down, but quickly jumped up again, fishing in his pockets. “Where are my manners? Here.” He extended a lollipop, grape flavor, her favorite.

“No thanks.” It wasn’t even on the level of the apple Neil had given her on the first day of school. Besides, what was with men and their semiotics anyway? Perhaps it beat communicating with words. And how in the world would he have known grape was her favorite flavor? Was she that transparent? Was there a grape “type” as opposed to an orange or cherry type? The grape type would be moody and dark. The orange type would be young, perky, sassy. The cherry type? Passionate, desirable. Like him.

Lollipops aside, he was lusciousness itself, the blood-red shirt adding to his angel-faced carnality. His skin glowed, no doubt from a day spent in the autumn sun with a frisky faun.

About the Author:

Jude Hopkins has published essays in The Los Angeles Times, Medium, the belladonna—and poetry in various journals including Gyroscope Review, Timber Creek Review and California Quarterly. Her first novel, Babe in the Woods, will be published June 7, 2023. She has also taught English and news writing at various universities, including the University of Pittsburgh at Bradford, Arizona State University and St. Bonaventure University in Olean, N.Y. She also worked at Capitol Records in Hollywood for a few halcyon and unforgettable years.

Website: https://www.judehopkinswriting.net/

Blog: https://www.judehopkinswriting.net/my-blog

Twitter: https://twitter.com/HeyJudeNotJudy

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emmaswarner77 · 2 years

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9 Things I Did to Make $5k/Month within 2 Years of Content Marketing

I started my digital/content marketing + online income blog — The Side Blogger — in June 2018 and I made my first $5k+ in a single month two years later, in June 2020.

Every content marketer has their own, unique story as to how they became successful entrepreneurs. “Success” itself is a word that means different things to different people.

When I started my blog on the side, my hope was to make perhaps $5k/month by the fifth year. So, when I made that within two, to me that was a huge success.

And these are the steps that got me there:

1. I picked a profitable niche

The content marketing niche isn’t an easy one to get traction with because of how competitive it is.

Sure, I could have picked an easy-to-rank niche instead, and hated my life in the process. But I didn’t want to be miserable. So, difficulty notwithstanding, I chose a niche that I was actually interested in.

The real benefit to this niche was that it was easy to monetize with affiliate marketing. Most SaaS companies in this field pay their affiliates handsomely compared to retail products. So, even if you have fewer visitors to your website, you can still make a decent income. (In fact, I made my first $1k in a single month within one year of blogging thanks to affiliate marketing!)

2. I set up a website that people liked

The word out there is that you shouldn’t worry too much about websites as a content marketer, and there’s some truth to that.

But even so, I’ve found that having a good-looking and well-performing website does make a difference. If nothing else, it leaves a strong first impression on first-time readers and stumblers on the site.

I set up my website with WordPress, designed it myself (having a web-design background helped), and made sure it met all the necessary requirements for performance (speed, caching, CDN, SSL, etc.)

3. I learned all I could about SEO

On-page SEO techniques were pretty new to me back then, but I spent hours learning all I could from people like Neil Patel and Brian Dean (of Backlinko) and even took an SEO course from LinkedIn.

I was already treading a pretty competitive niche, so I had to make sure I was working extra hard on SEO so as not to fall behind.

And all that hard work actually paid off! Within a few months, a couple of my blog posts started to rank on Google’s first SERP (Search Engine Result Page.)

I knew from my research that when a page starts getting traction, you should leverage it to build an audience with an email list. And that’s exactly what I did.

4. I started building my email list from the start

All the big-time bloggers were saying that to make money with a blog, you need to build an email list. I took that advice to heart and set up a couple of sign-up forms on my site.

But it was only after I noticed a couple of my posts on Google’s first SERP that I put some real list-building strategies into action: I updated those blog posts with more value (more than those who ranked higher than me; it’s a common SEO tactic) and leveraged free content upgrades as opt-in freebies for email list signups.

As soon as I did those things, my email list shot up, from 200-ish subscribers to over 1,200 in just four months!

And later on, this email list was how I made the big bucks. But more on that later.

5. I used Pinterest to drive traffic

Yes, a few of my blog posts were starting to rank, but my organic traffic still wasn’t all that great back in the days.

But that wasn’t much of an issue for me because I started to drive a decent amount of traffic with Pinterest.

I hate social media platforms like Facebook or Instagram (and don’t even get me started on TikTok!) But Pinterest was easy. As long as I adhered to some simple rules (no spamming, using good Pin images, writing good Pin descriptions, pinning regularly, etc.) the rest happened naturally. Within a couple of months, I was starting to get a steady stream of traffic to my website.

6. I signed up for high-commission affiliate products

I touched on it earlier that the digital marketing niche creates profitable opportunities.

My first income stream was through affiliate marketing. I didn’t (and don’t to this day) run traditional ads on my website. But I have no qualms about recommending products that I myself love and use.

So that’s what I did.

Many of the affiliate products I signed up for paid anywhere from 50 to 150 per successful sale, which meant that even with a smaller audience, I was able to make a decent amount of money.

7. I created a second income stream

About six months into blogging, I had an epiphany.

One of my freebies was a digital product template, which people seemed to love. That freebie alone brought over 50% of my email list subscribers.

Seeing this, I had an idea. What if I sold digital product templates?

Believe it or not, it ended up being a huge hit! It started slow, but within the next year, I was making over a thousand bucks per month from this income stream.

Selling those templates was what pushed my monthly income to over $2k.

8. I kept a close eye on my traffic sources

I always tell my blog writing workshop students that they should not only install Google Analytics but also submit their sitemaps to Google Search Console (GSC).

GSC can give you in-depth data about which blog posts are trending, how much time people are spending on each page, and much, much more!

After seeing these data, I had my second epiphany ↓↓↓ This was around the 20th month of blogging.

9. I created my third income stream

Since that aforementioned blog post was doing oh so well, I started to wonder if I could monetize it somehow.

Enter: The online course that finally pushed my income over $5k per month 😃

By this point, I had close to 4k email list subscribers. I had been diligently building and growing this list, but it was only after I created my online course that I realized the true power of email lists.

I leveraged this list to sell my templates before, but those were cheaper products. The course, on the other hand, was the most expensive product I had created (at that time.)

But thanks to my email list, I had a super successful course launch without spending a single dime on ads!

And that’s how, my friends, I took my content marketing blog income from zero to over $5k+ per month in just two years.

In conclusion…

I picked a profitable niche.

I set up a good-looking and well-performing website.

I wrote value-packed blog posts and optimized them for SEO.

I used Pinterest and search engines (thanks to SEO) to drive traffic.

I built an email list using freebies to incentivize sign-ups.

I observed my audience’s behavior (which freebies they were signing up for more than others, which blog posts drove the most traffic, which pages had the highest reading time, etc.) and took cues from those data to introduce new income streams.

I then leveraged my email list to sell my products.

Finally, if you’re trying to make more money with your blog, check out this story about the three blog posts you must write!

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zodiyack · 3 years

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Rude! (3,000+ Follower Fic Special 1/3)

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x Female!Hopper!Reader

Warnings: Swearing, Billy stuff, lyrics, fluff

Song: Rude by Magic!

Words: 1,798

Summary: Billy's love for Hopper's daughter is too strong to be stopped by the tough Chief Jim Hopper. Despite being told "not in a thousand years", he plans to love her regardless.

Note: Thank you so so much! I love you all, and writing your ideas, as well as sharing mine with you, has been so fucking fun and amazing! I'm sorry for my lack of words, I wish being an author came in handy with writing this, however, all I can say is that I love you all from the bottom of my heart. I've seen people do shout-outs, and ask-related stuff with their follower things, and I may do that, I'm not sure. For now, I hope you enjoy this... Thank you all, again!

Also 1/3 means that there will be two other fics released for the 3,000+ follower present!

Taglist: @urie-bowie-mercury, @matth1w, @redspaceace-writes, @fandom-puff, @darling-i-read-it, @simonsbluee, @sebastianstanslefteyebrow, @dpaccione

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"Saturday morning, jumped out of bed and put on my best suit. Got in my car and raced like a jet all the way to you. Knocked on your door with my heart in my hands, to ask you a question, 'cause I know that you're an old-fashioned man. Yeah."

Billy was freshly graduated, working as a lifeguard whilst his girlfriend worked her own job, both saving up for their chance to ditch Hawkins and move to California. Sweet Cali. Billy was excited to show the love of his life around the place he called home. Though, physically, he left the salty ocean and windy beach behind, the place never truly left him.

You could see it in his eyes. The waves crashing in his blue orbs. He swore the scent had just barely clung to his belongings; the smell of the tangy air that followed a majority of the state. Working at a pool was the closest he got to the memory of California. Chlorine was most certainly not the salted ocean waters, but with the circumstances, he decided it'd do.

The way his face lit up whenever he talked about his home...it made Y/n more and more excited to see it. His girlfriend had grown up in Hawkins, stayed there her whole life. Never once did the Hoppers leave Hawkins.

But the second that was introduced to Billy, he knew it had to change.

Although they were saving for a big move, Billy had...other things in mind with what to do with his first large pay-check (or series, rather. Working as a lifeguard didn't pay well with just one check). He began to work more shifts to make up for the money he'd spent, and one day after calling in for a day off, he decided to put his plan into action.

"Billy, stop messing with the tie."

"It's annoying." Hands slapped away his attempts of adjusting the black silk tie.

"Well it won't stop being annoying if you keep fucking it up."

For the first time in a long time, Neil Hargrove was calm. Not happy, not amused, not pissed off for some unjust reason- just calm. He wasn't wreaking havoc and he wasn't being an asshole to his son. Billy hadn't seen this side of his dad in quite some time, in fact, he thought something important was going on and he was about to fuck it all up. And then, Susan retreated to the living room with a camera and a freshly ironed suit.

"You're not putting me in that."

"And who asked for your opinion?" Neil deflected with a raised brow. One heavy sigh later and Billy was leaving the bathroom, dawning the whole black and white getup.

Susan clasped her hands over her mouth, a tear leaving her eye, "You look so handsome! Just like your dad!"

Billy rolled his eyes, "Great."

However, his careless attitude was swept under the rug when the blue Camaro pulled up to the police station, interrupting a clearly distressed Chief Hopper bickering with his daughter. Billy had to get himself together before stepping out of the car, jaw slack after seeing the beauty he got to call his date.

"Hello Mr-"

"Don't even try play nice with me, Hargrove. She's not going anywhere with you. End of story." Hopper kept his eyes trained on the blond, body tense like a snake preparing to strike it's prey.

Y/n grabbed Billy's arm, slowly directing him to the car, "And in the sequel, we find out I am going with Billy. End of that story."

"There is no 'sequel.' The writer got drunk and lazy." She paused, turning to face her father who stood tall, arms crossed and face unamused.

"So his daughter picked up where her father left off, and then the sequel was published and the two lived happily ever after, the end."

While her dad attempted to search for a line that would better hers and force her to stay, she pushed Billy toward the driver's side and slid into the car as fast as she could, rolling down the window as Billy started it up. "Bye! I'll be back before midnight!"

The two drove off toward the school, leaving behind a trail of dust and very, very, pissed off Hopper.

Prom was better than Billy thought it would be. He didn't want to go at first, but after Max found out and spoke to her mom about it (the little redhead a cupid-in-the-making), Neil pushed him to go (as he was "doing something else besides being a lazy-no-good rebel"). It was then that he called Y/n and asked if she'd be going.

The suit came in handy. Clashing with his rocker aesthetic, he put it back on once more. The once-annoying tie proved to be somewhat okay in the end.

Can I have your daughter for the rest of my life? Say yes, say yes, 'cause I need to know. You say I'll never get your blessing "till the day I die, tough luck my friend, but the answer is no!"

Why you gotta be so rude? Don't you know I'm human too? Why you gotta be so rude? I'm gonna marry her anyway. Marry that girl, marry her anyway! Marry that girl, yeah, no matter what you say! Marry that girl, and we'll be a family! Why you gotta be so rude?

With a deep breath, he ran-over the conversation in his head once more. Like a script for an actor, he had thought of every possible outcome and every possible line for him to face it with. He almost chickened out as his fist rose to the door, but it was too late, for his knuckles rapped against it before he realized he was even knocking.

El opened the door, eyes wide when she saw the familiar mullet and button-down. "Papa..." She muttered as she backed away and out of view.

Hopper traded places with her, his lazy expression sobering up instantaneously, replaced with a grumpy scowl. "Hargrove."

"Mr. Hopper, sir."

"What are you doing on my front porch?"

He swallowed roughly, palms sweaty against his sides. "I was wondering if I could talk to you."

"You seem to be doing just that right now, Hargrove." Hop crossed his arms and clenched his jaw.

Well, this was certainly not something Billy had thought of. He was on panic mode internally, attempting to find any response that could save his hide and accomplish what he set out to do. Unfortunately, the word-vomit button seemed to be misplaced under the button labeled "help".

"I'd like to marry your daughter, sir."

Hop's eyes grew just as big in size as El's had when she opened the door. He choked on his own surprise, coughing it off, then glaring at the boy in front of him. "Over my dead body, Hargrove. If that's all, I'd strongly advise you to get off of my fucking porch while you're still alive."

I hate to do this, you leave no choice; can't live without her. Love me or hate me, we will be boys- standing at that alter. And we will fly away, to another galaxy, you know. You know she's in love with me, she will go anywhere I go-

"Billy, he's just stubborn."

"No, no, I don't think he likes me."

Y/n sighed, rubbing her boyfriend's back. He hadn't told her of his proposal plans, only that Hop seemed to have it out for him. "It'll take time, but he'll warm up to you!"

"It's been how many years since he's met me?"

"To be fair, your reputation wasn't doing you any good until now..."

"It's not like that was fucking obvious." He slouched further down in the front seat of his Camaro. To Billy, all hope was lost. If he couldn't get Hopper to give him his blessing, he was sure he'd lose his goddamned mind.

Y/n frowned. Her frown flipped around as an idea popped into her head, her lips finding Billy's knuckles and quirking his attention. "Even if he never likes you, I'm not going anywhere."

Billy laughed softly, "he'll fucking kill me if you go against him."

"Eh, that's only if he can catch us."

"You're out of your fucking mind, Y/n Hopper."

"I know."

The rest of the night was spent in the Camaro, of course, doing one of Billy's favorite pastimes. By the time the sun rose, Billy was sneaking a kiss to a giggling Y/n before dropping from her window in the cabin and running to his car, parked far enough that Hop or El wouldn't notice. He blew her one more kiss, which she pretended to catch, then he broke into a sprint.

Maybe, he thought, just maybe; there was still a chance.

His knuckles hit the door again, shifting on his feet nervously. It swung open to reveal Hopper, an unimpressed look bringing no surprise Billy's way. It was quite expected, honestly.

"What." His tone made it clear he wasn't up for fucking around.

"Mr. Hopper, if you just give me one chance to prove to you that-"

"No, no, no, no, no. Let me make it very clear to you that I want you to have nothing to do with my daughter whatsoever. No marriage, no friendship, I don't even approve of you guys fucking or whatever-"

"We're in a serious relationship, sir. It's nothing like you think it is."

This made Hop laugh. He continued to do so, holding his stomach, until he realized Billy was unamused. "Oh, you're serious?... My answer is still no, Hargrove. My answer will always be no. Go find someone else's daughter's heart to break. You're not hurting mine."

"It's not like-"

Before he could even get the words out, he was met with a door in his face. Turned down, again.

Can I have your daughter for the rest of my life? Say yes, say yes, 'cause I need to know. You say I'll never get your blessing "till the day I die, tough luck my friend, 'cause the answer's still no!"

Again, again, and again, Billy incessantly pleaded with Hopper. Different tactics were all met with the same answer; rejection.

He held up a sign outside the cabin, only for Hopper to close the curtain and chuckle as he sipped his coffee.

He asked at the door again, only for Hop to threaten to give him a black eye (which was met with "aren't you the sheriff? Isn't that illegal?").

He raced past the police station, Max leaning out the window with another sign, only for Hop to threaten them with holding cells.

He even went as far as to ask Max and El to help, but Hopper had none of that, and sent Max home with a rant full of nos.

However, if Jim Hopper thought any of it would get it into Billy's head that getting his blessing was just not happening- he was as wrong as Nancy when she claimed not to have feelings for Jonathan.

Billy had another plan in mind, and this one was impossible to say no to.

Can I have your daughter for the rest of my life? Say yes, say yes, 'cause I need to know. You say I'll never get your blessing "till the day I die, tough luck my friend- but no still means no!"

"Hopper." Billy stood before his desk, interrupting his nice date with a delicious doughnut, and earning a very annoyed glare. "I got Miss Byer's blessing. Aren't you two a thing?"

"You son of a-"

"I got Eleven's too."

"Hargrove, I'm gonna-"

"Before you cuss me out, I think you should know that I've got a stable job, an interview with a mechanic so I have a job when the pool closes for the winter, and I've got a house on the market I'm looking at. I'm devoted to your daughter and she's devoted to me. You may not like me, but I think you're a great dad, better than the one I was unfortunately stuck with. You raised a strong and amazing woman. She's incredible and I admit, she deserves better than me-"

"You don't have to say that twice." Hopper huffed, crossing his arms.

"I know she deserves so much better than me, I'm surprised she's even with me too. But she loves me, and I think you can see that. I love her too. I would never, in a million years, break her heart."

Jim stayed silent for a few minutes. The silence brought uneasiness to Billy, but that was intentional on Hopper's behalf. He finally piped up with a cough, clearing his throat, before his piercing eyes met Billy's blue orbs.

"I'll hold you to that, Hargrove."

Bonus:

(after the wedding)

"What was that about a no?" Billy quipped with his infamous smirk.

"You're lucky I'm sheriff, Hargrove."

Why you gotta be so rude?

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helnjk · 3 years

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A Brief Glimpse - C.W.

Charlie Weasley x fem!reader

Word count: 2.5k

Summary: there’s nothing like the rumors that students can come up with about their favorite teachers. especially when one of them is adamant on keeping her private life, well, private.

Warnings: brief mentions of meals, one curse word but that’s it

A/N: a purely self-indulgent, fluffy fic inspired by this ask from kendall ( @lupinsclassroom ) who said that if i taught at hogwarts, i’d be the COMC professor! and i love me some good charlie content. this is also kind of a different style that i’m used to, i hope you guys like it! x

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The top three favorite professors at Hogwarts were as follows: Headmistress McGonagall, Professor Longbottom, and Professor L/N.

While most students would argue that Professor L/N could potentially overtake Professor Longbottom on that list, there was just so much they didn’t know about her. She was practically the perfect professor; she loved what she taught (Care of Magical Creatures), she was considerate and understanding with students who were struggling with the subject, and her office doors were always open to anyone who wanted to chat.

Still, she kept her personal life very private and of course, the more she refused to answer their prying questions, the more intrigued the students became. All they knew was that she was one of the top students of her year, she was a Ravenclaw, and she fought at the Battle of Hogwarts years prior.

There were many rumors going around the student body of Hogwarts about who Y/N L/N was. The most popular ones were that she was actually Headmistress McGonagall’s secret daughter, because of how close the two seemed to be. In reality, Y/N was just one of Minnie’s favorite students. The headmistress often joked how she should’ve been in her house instead of Filius’.

Meanwhile, Neville was always open with the students, answering whatever questions they had for him, as long as they weren’t crossing the line between professional and personal. They often loved to ask him questions about his friendship with the Golden Trio or his stories of the war.

“They’re getting more creative with the questions they ask me,” he shook his head, smiling slightly one dinner, “They’re trying to see if I’ll slip up and mention anything juicy about you.”

Y/N laughed slightly, eyes glimmering, “What sort of questions have they come up with now?”

“Today Chapman asked me if I’d ever spent the holidays with other professors around my age,” Neville mused, “Or if Hannah was ever jealous that I was working with a girl so close to my age.”

“Oh please, Longbottom,” Minerva tutted, and the two younger professors turned their heads in her direction, “At least your questions still have some sort of delicacy. Griffiths has actually asked me, point blank, if Y/N’s spent her summers with me.”

The collective guffaw of the professors at the head table caused the majority of the student body to shift their attention to them. Of course, the authoritative looks that they sent at the house tables were able to convince them to get back to their own conversations, but now the Great Hall was abuzz with trying to figure out what made the professors laugh so loud.

“I wonder when they’ll stop trying,” Y/N mused as the crowd of students began to slowly shuffle out of the Hall.

“Don’t count on it, L/N,” Minerva smirked.

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“Professor L/N?” a meek voice sounded from the door to Y/N’s office on Wednesday afternoon.

The middle of the week was rather free for her, therefore she used it to catch up on grading and, if she had time, a little light reading. This afternoon, though, she was in the middle of writing an important letter.

Her owl, Athena, perched at the edge of her desk and her scrutinizing eyes darted towards the fourth year Hufflepuff who stood by the door. Eloise Abbott, a shy young thing with a penchant for Care of Magical Creatures and one of Y/N’s best students, sent the intimidating owl an uneasy glance.

“Come on in, Eloise,” Y/N smiled as she slipped the ink and parchment she was using into one of the empty drawers of her table, “Don’t mind Athena, she’s just impatient to get this letter out.”

The young girl shuffled towards the professor as Y/N asked, “Is there anything you needed?”

“Erm, I was just wondering if you could check my Defense paper,” she mumbled, pulling out a parchment from her school bag, “It’s on Grindylows and other creatures we could encounter in the Forbidden Forest, and I know it’s not really part of your syllabus, but I just wanted to make sure I didn’t get anything very wrong.”

Y/N smiled and held her hand out for Eloise to place the essay. It was silent as she read over what was written, that silence only broken when Athena let out soft hoots or ruffled her feathers.

“Erm, professor,” muttered Eloise after a while, Y/N’s eyes glanced up from the parchment, “I don’t mean to pry, but why does your owl want so badly for you to finish that letter?”

A soft chuckle came from Y/N’s mouth before she answered, “She just loves the person I’m writing to, and I honestly think she would rather be in his care than mine. Even if it were just for a few nights.”

“But you’re wonderful with animals!”

“And he is too, I assure you. Maybe even more so than me.”

Eloise nodded her head slowly, and Y/N could see the gears turning in her head. It perplexed the young student, who could ever be better with animals than her professor? She knew it couldn’t have been Hagrid, as he still lived on the grounds and Athena could visit him any time she wished.

Maybe her favorite professor was friends with the Scamander family. Rolf Scamander definitely had ties to Hogwarts and seemed about her age.

Before her thoughts could go any further with hypothesizing, Professor L/N handed her essay back, “It looks great, Eloise. I have no doubt you’ll get high marks on this essay.”

Eloise could spot a professor’s dismissal anywhere, so she merely nodded as she took the parchment back. As she hurried out the room, she expressed her gratitude over her shoulder, catching Y/N pull out the letter she was writing with a soft smile on her face.

–

The end of the school week came with a surprise visitor to the castle. The students could not stop discussing the presence of a dragon tamer on the school grounds. He had arrived later in the morning, trudging up the pathway from Hogsmeade and making his rounds around the school.

Headmistress McGonagall greeted him at the gates with a smile and a hug before she took his arm and the two of them had tea in her office. Of course, as the students weren’t used to seeing an adult that wasn’t the faculty or the staff in the castle, his presence sparked many conversations.

“I saw him knock on Hagrid’s door!” said Neil Chapman to anyone who would listen to him at lunch, “He had some burn scars all over his arms and really bright red hair. He seemed really cool.”

It was as if the whole Gryffindor table was gathered around him as he told and retold how Hagrid’s booming voice announced that Hogwarts’ resident dragon tamer was back. Rumors floated around the school for the rest of the day, each student having something to say about the mysterious man.

“He’s gorgeous though, isn’t he?” sighed Daphne Griffiths, as she and her best friend roamed the hallways on the way to their next class, “All rugged and handsome. I caught sight of him walking towards the quidditch pitch after Transfiguration.”

All the professors had to stop themselves from full-on grinning at the different things they had heard about Charlie Weasley gallivanting around the grounds, but none of them as amused as Professor L/N.

“Hurry along then!”

Y/N stood next to a small paddock at the edge of the forest, next to its open gate. At the center of it, a cluster of fluffy creatures rolled around and play fought with each other.

“Alright class,” she clapped her hands together, “We’re having a little bit more of a relaxed class to end the week. A crup of one of the Hogsmeade villagers just gave birth about a month ago and her owner’s graciously allowed us to spend an afternoon with the puppies.”

The second year students cooed at the litter of small dog-like creatures with two tails. As soon as she finished her sentence, the group of them rushed to get inside the paddock, each one wanting a turn with the small puppy-like things. Once all the students were inside, she shut the gate and joined them as they congregated around the tiny crups.

Y/N was grateful that her last class of the week was with younger students. They were much easier to please and sometimes more eager to learn. Of course, almost anyone would be enamoured by the litter of puppies running around.

With her wand pointed at her jugular, she began the small spiel she had prepared for the lesson, “Now, as most of you might know, crups are basically magical dogs…”

Most students weren’t really paying any attention to her little lecture, but she told herself that at least she tried. She understood the need to coo over cute little puppies, she could let it slide just this once.

From where she stood towards the other end of the paddock from the gate, she had a panoramic view of the class, just in case anything happened. She doubted anything would, but at least that way she could keep everyone in sight.

“Of all the magical creatures in the world, you chose to teach about crups?”

A strong voice rang through the open space and caused many of the students to turn their heads at the sound. Somehow, Charlie Weasley had made it to the gate of the paddock without Y/N noticing. Upon seeing the redheaded dragon tamer so close to them, murmurs spread among the young students.

Y/N rolled her eyes, taking in the sight of him with his arms crossed and a smug smile on his face.

“Oh wipe that smile off your face, Weasley, you try teaching these kids all week,” she replied, raising her voice slightly so that he could hear what she had said.

“I guess they are quite adorable,” he caved, leaning his forearms against the paddock and seeming as if he was going to observe them their whole class.

The students observed their playful and easy banter, in awe that their professor knew the ever mysterious man.

As her wards were still distracted by him, she said, “Pay him no mind class, he’s harmless. The crup puppies need your undivided attention!”

As soon as the prying eyes were off of him, Charlie sent Y/N a cheeky wink. She couldn’t stop a smile from growing on her face at the gesture, but she shook her head to indicate that they could talk after her class was over.

“Professor L/N?” a young girl walked up to her, sending a furtive glance over her shoulder to where her friends were gathered.

The group of them gestured to her to carry on and Y/N’s eyes lit with amusement, “What’s up?”

“I-er, we wanted to know how you know the dragon tamer guy? The other professors haven’t said much about him when asked.”

The young student fidgeted nervously, picking at the hem of her sweater as she glanced up at Y/N. Despite being in the rather early years of her journey at Hogwarts, she knew that Professor L/N enjoyed her privacy. She didn’t want to overstep.

Y/N sensed this apprehension and gave her a soft smile, “We were in the same year at Hogwarts. He was a Gryffindor and I was a Ravenclaw, but we managed to have a few common classes.”

“Cool!”

Before anything else could be said, the girl scurried off to meet her friends with the small tidbit of information she was able to gather from the otherwise close-lipped professor.

Thankfully, the rest of the hour passed by rather quickly.

As soon as the bell rang, it was obvious to Y/N that the students were stalling. She had dismissed them fairly quickly and had already begun her process of cleaning up. Meanwhile, the majority of the class was still situated inside the paddock, shuffling around in groups.

Inwardly, she sighed, knowing that there was nothing she could do about it, it was the end of the school week and they were free to roam (or stay) in any part of the grounds and the castle they wanted.

Inevitably, Charlie had gotten impatient waiting for them to clear out. Instead, he strode confidently through the gate and towards where Y/N was directing the puppies to stay.

“Charlie? What are you–”

The remaining students, who had been not-so slyly watching the redhead stride through the paddock, all collectively gasped as he pressed his lips firmly on their professor’s.

Y/N began to weakly protest, the logical side of her brain screaming at her that this was definitely unprofessional, but the emotional side took over as she was surrounded by the scent and the presence of her boyfriend. Her boyfriend whom she hadn’t seen in months and made a special trip to Hogwarts just to see her in her element.

Thankfully, Charlie pulled away fairly quickly, his arms still firmly wrapped around her body, a dopey smile on his face.

Once Y/N gained her bearings, she slapped his chest, “Charles Weasley!”

“What?” he grinned.

“You’ve just kissed me in front of my students!”

–

Despite the–shall we say scandalous?–first encounter between the couple, the rest of the afternoon was quite lovely. Y/N showed him all of the creatures under her care and in the section of the forest that was relatively safe. They also borrowed some old brooms from the shed and raced each other out on the pitch until their cheeks were painful from laughter and their noses were red from the cold.

By the time dinner rolled around, of course the whole student body was aware of what transpired between the handsome dragon tamer and their favorite Care of Magical Creatures professor.

This was the first piece of juicy information that they had gotten on Professor L/N, and while they were highly amused at what had happened, they were also not surprised that she was dating someone who worked with dragons on a daily basis.

They also couldn’t deny the fact that she practically lit up in his presence. They had never seen her so at peace and so happy as when she was with Charlie. Anyone with eyes could tell that the pair of them were in love.

Minerva had also graciously allowed Charlie to sit at the Head Table with the rest of the faculty at dinner, which caused quite the stir.

Practically all sets of eyes were trained towards the couple as they ate their dinner fairly normally.

“You two seem to be the talk of the whole school,” the headmistress teased.

Charlie sent his favorite teacher a shit-eating grin, “Must be my dashing looks that’s got them all interested.”

“Please, Weasley,” Y/N tutted, “They’ve just gotten a huge piece of information about me. This is basically their Christmas.”

“Maybe they’ll finally stop hounding me with insane questions now!” Neville chirped happily, and the table erupted in laughter.

–

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Closer

Neil x F!Reader

Summary: Plot what plot.

Warnings: 18+ (and I really mean it this time), they're both trying to dominate and I've no clue what's going on.

Author's Notes: Suppose this is what happens when an image won't leave you alone and you crave a self-indulgent one-shot... I don't even know, but this took remains of my sanity. Challenged myself with more graphic and this is what we ended up with.

Thank you Shet for reassurance through writing this and not having enough of my whining.

Feedback is greatly appreciated and I hope you'll enjoy!

It is always the same. That brilliant idea to go for lunch and do a round of sightseeing in the afternoon because surely it wouldn’t be too bad. Right?

Well, whoever thought of that was owed an excruciating death in the fires of Hell. Or Orcus, as would be more appropriate for the current location. Who knew the Italian coast transforms into the Death Valley over summer? Sighing with exasperation, you waited not so patiently as Neil slipped the key card into the door and opened the room with a typical flourish. Feeling the constant trickle of sweat down your back, you pushed him inside unceremoniously and let the door close with a thud. As the cold air enveloped your body with the sweetest of embraces, you could not hold back a pleased groan.

“Fuck” the curse not enough to express the internal pain “Jesus fucking Christ, I hate this heat,” accentuating the meaning you aggressively lowered the aircon temperature to 18C “Did I mention that temps above 25 Celsius should be made illegal?” remembering about Neil’s presence, you glared at him.

It was his shit idea in the first place. And you were never letting that one go. He was staring at you with amusement glimmering in the blue eyes. Another reason to punch him in the teeth. Or something.

“More or less twenty times within the last hour, why?” answering your question, he opened the minibar and took out a bottle of water.

Nonchalantly perching on the desk, he took a longer sip, still watching you with curiosity. No remorse whatsoever over the tortures he put you through. Annoying.

But not more so than the sweat still running down your skin, making the fabric stick to your body in places you never deemed possible. When leaving the hotel three hours ago, the linen shirt sounded like a good idea. Now, with half of it drenched, you were sure nudity was the only viable option to go outside. Groaning with frustration, you tugged at the garment, grimacing at the feel of the damp fabric.

“God, everything just feels… wet” uttering the word with loathing, you added, “Like soaking wet,”

That got Neil’s attention. He glanced up with the lips slightly parted, one eyebrow raised.

“Everything?” a quick scan of your body, swallowing hard as though the suggestion triggered thirst that no water could quench.

Uh-huh. The irritation too high to give in just yet. Instead, you allowed yourself to sweep your gaze over his form leisurely. The only sign that he too was bothered by the heat was the glistening forehead and flushed cheeks. The usually fluffy mane tamed, strands sticking to the temples. Still devilishly handsome. With the long legs crossed and the blue polo shirt perfectly bringing out the colour of his eyes, he looked godly. Unfair. Prompted by that thought, you closed the distance and snatched the chilled water bottle out of his hand:

“It’s not like you’d get it, though. Even soaked in sweat you look like a bloody… male Aphrodite” throwing in the slight, you quickly downed the rest of the water.

Another look at your boyfriend was enough to assure you the metaphor worked. Neil was gaping at you, utterly puzzled, and then slowly looked down as if to check himself out. You snickered when he lifted the edge of the shirt and touched his abdomen with a dream-like expression. Fondly: idiot.

“Is that an insult or a compliment? Because I admit I lost you there” shaking off the stupor, he met your watchful gaze with a frown.

It was difficult to stay mad for much longer. And so…

“Whichever one you want,” shrugging, you unzipped the skirt, letting it fall to the ground, “I need a shower. ASAP”

Without waiting for Neil to respond, you started taking off the shirt. With a disgusted sound, you threw it next to the skirt and positioned yourself underneath the AC. Still too many clothes. The noise of plastic bottle hitting the bin and then:

“Whoa…” the playful tone making you look up straight into the mischievous sparks in Neil’s eyes, “That’s giving me all sorts of ideas” he eyed you slowly, gaze taking in your body clad only in underwear.

Not that it was anything new. And usually, you would play along with pleasure, curious about where it might lead you this time. Now, however, that fire of annoyance burning bright still needed tending. And shower sounded much better than whatever Neil might offer.

With a huff, you reached to unclasp the bra and let it join the carnage in the hallway. One look at his hungry expression was enough to prompt an idea. You gave him a quick peck on the cheek and, without leaving time to react, pressed the bathroom handle:

“I won’t lock the door” an off-hand remark rather than an invitation.

But you knew it would work. It always did.

Once inside, thanks to the striptease you indulged in, all that was left was to take off the panties and step into the shower. You turned on the rain head and sighed with happiness when the chilly water cooled off your body. That is what bliss felt like. You closed your eyes, contented enough to stand under the running water. Grounding yourself in the feeling of your palm pressed firmly to the tiled wall. A smug smirk spreading on your lips when, finally, you heard the bathroom door open and close. So predictable.

You kept your back turned to the entrance to the shower, eyes closed if only to keep up the act of mild irritation. Not so mild, in fact, but enough not to give Neil satisfaction by throwing yourself in his arms. He would have to work a little to get something out of it.

At first, a tentative touch running up your spine in the familiar expression of his presence. Enough to trigger the light flicker of passion. With the cold water, it was easy to pretend the goosebumps were not his accomplishment. Encouraged by your stillness, Neil took a step, wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you close. A traitorous gasp swallowed with effort. You heard him chuckle lowly while slowly caressing your body. A puff of warmer air against the side of your neck:

“Ever since I saw you in that sundress, I wanted to do this,” Neil whispered the confession with confidence.

Lips grazing over the shell of your ear, alighting the nerve endings with precision. You knew which dress he meant. The clothing choice from a day earlier, haunting with an accompanying pride. Good to know.

“What exactly?” feigning nonchalance, you kept your hands pressed against the wall and the glass window.

For now, it was easy to ignore the need slowly pooling in your lower stomach. You wanted to keep on playing the game a little longer. To see how far he was willing to go.

Neil tightened the grip, winding both of his arms around your waist. No space left between you.

“Pull you flush against me,” the explanation complemented with a brave sweep of hand over your stomach “Feel your skin and curves under my fingertips” instinctively, you pressed your thighs together, the desire building up steady “Feel the way you shiver whenever I touch you like this” his fingers teasingly running up and down your navel.

The assumption was enough to give back that spark of annoyance. A fight to keep up the role a little longer. Struggling with the overwhelming breathlessness, you whispered back the question:

“Aren’t you giving yourself too much credit?” you reached behind you to run a ghostly touch over his hipbone.

Feeling the skin and the relishing in the shallow gasp. In retaliation, Neil let his hands venture higher, cupping your breasts and circling the nipples. Fuck. At that move, there was no way of stopping the shudder running through your body.

“Am I?” you heard the amusement in his voice, palms executing death perfectly.

Nothing left to do but sigh and press up against him in search of fulfilment. But the teasing was far from finished. You felt his lips experimentally glide over the nape of your neck, collecting the water droplets and leaving a trail of fire in their wake. Searching for support, you firmly placed your hand on his hip, gasping at the feel of him pressing into your backside. The hardness never failing to cause a rush of excitement flowing through your body. As though sensing your growing arousal, Neil continued the teasing in a low, soft tone:

“I wanted to kiss down your neck, graze my teeth over your perfect skin” making his words come true, he trailed kisses down the nape of your neck.

A sigh each time he lightly bit your shoulder, a groan with every single butterfly touch along your shoulder blades. Carefully tiptoeing the line between animalistic passion and tender caress that seemed to define your relationship. Only this time, with anger still fresh on your mind, you began getting impatient, suddenly eager for him to speed it up. To give you something more substantial.

Using the strike of courage, you reached your hand further back, curious fingers dancing over him in the mildest of provocations. To give him a sign that patience was running thin. It worked for Neil let out a strangled groan and stopped the careful study of your neck with a painful hickey over the pulse point. That was bound to leave a deep red mark. He did not give you time to react, pulling you somehow even closer and delving the hand between your legs with ease:

“To slip my fingers between your thighs and feel how wet you are because of me,” the sentence murmured with an unmistakable tint of want hazing his mind.

He wasted no time, instantly parting your folds, collecting the arousal, and spreading it to ease whatever was bound to come next. The feeling was familiar yet still clouding your brain with need. Because now even the cold water was not helping the rising temperature. Nothing left to lose. Time to give in and take what he would offer. As he repeated the torturous move, barely touching your clit or putting pressure on the throbbing parts, you decided to take matters into your hands.

“And?” using the question as a distraction to encircle his wrist.

And raise the offensive hand to your lips. Licking his fingers clean before the water could. A sharp gasp told you it worked. Using the momentum, you turned around in his embrace and met the shocked, darkened gaze with a smirk of your own. Neil glanced at your lips as though tempted to collect the remains of your taste from them and locked his eyes with yours:

“Get down on my knees and have a taste of my favourite drug,” a murderous glint within the blue depths.

Knowing well enough how much you enjoyed that. How often you would ask for it.

Your thighs clenched on their own accord, anticipation heightening the senses. To find a brief relief, you rose on your toes and crashed your mouth into his, knowing Neil would meet you halfway. The tumultuous kiss filled with chaos, hunger, and need, betraying the love underscoring every other adjective befitting your connection. The tongues easily slipping in, curling around each other, seeking the ultimate pleasure.

“What’s stopping you?” after a long snog, you broke the contact and panted out, resting your forehead against his.

Allowing yourself a second of gentleness. Admiring the affectionate look in Neil’s eyes, you slowly caressed his body. Returning the previous torments with your dose of playfulness. Letting him remember that you were not the only one that was so ready. That the attraction was mutual, and you knew that very well. Explorative touches down his length, enjoying the way he swallowed hard and closed his eyes, trying to find the lost thread. After a beat, he met your gaze once again. The darkness startling.

“Nothing” using a second of hesitation, Neil took your courageous hand in his and searched your face, “Only… say please” the satisfied smirk added the wicked gleam to his face.

You considered scoffing and pushing him out to keep the pride intact. But… with the core practically dripping with the need for a release, that had to be forgotten. Clenching your jaw to stop the shame from springing up, you uttered the word with apprehension:

“… Please,” making sure to show him the extent of annoyance.

A retaliation already forming in your mind. Revenge would be sweet.

“Good girl” thought processes cut short with the two words.

Oh fuck. Simple, yet more effective than anything else. A jolt of want passing through your body as Neil tipped your chin, arrogantly pleased with himself. He could read you like a book, knowing well what praise would do. This time there was no holding back. No shame or reluctance.

“You fucking-” spitting out the words with annoyance, your rant got stopped with a finger pressed firmly against your lips.

“Shush,” the stern tone, shutting you up with yet another wave of arousal.

The steel look in Neil’s eyes only increasing the sensation. It was bound to get interesting. As if drawn by your dark stare, he closed the gap and captured your lips in a heated kiss. The water, running down, slipping in the gap between you, failing to satisfy the craving. Prodded by the sudden flash of need, you let your teeth catch Neil’s lower lip and tugged at it forcefully. A clear signal to stop stalling. Ending the contact with a chaste kiss on the corner of your mouth, he met your wild gaze with a calculating assessment. You knew the game well, frozen by the multitude of feelings. Not that it would’ve made him speed up. He enjoyed the control too much to give in.

A final searching look, your hand helplessly clinging to the gaps between the tiles.

“The louder, the better, you know that” brushing his nose over your ear, he whispered the command huskily.

Another reason to hold on tight. A flare-up of anger within your chest, mixing with the increasing frustration.

“I hate you,” you got as far as seething out the sentence before the voice died in your throat.

Neil grinned and lightly pushed you at the wall to give himself the needed space. Without wasting a moment, he started leaving kisses down your body. Gentle pecks on the shoulders, softening the previous damage. Tongue swirling around your nipples, causing a whimper to escape through your parted lips. Your free hand instinctively latched onto his head, finding an anchor in the wet blonde strands. Slowly, Neil inched his way down, kneeling at your feet, hands running up your thighs, creating sparks in their wake.

“Let’s see how long that holds true” he looked up, nothing but a smug smile and dark, hungry eyes.

Fucked. Terrifyingly so.

There was no time to react as he left a trail of kisses up your thighs, getting closer yet taking his time. And then, something you would never get tired of. The first, experimental kitten lick along your slit, parting the folds and spreading the arousal. As if that was needed. Lapping up everything you were offering and making you tighten the grip over his hair. Shocks passing through your body upon every single touch of his tongue. As you yanked on his mane with force, letting out a string of curses, Neil raised his head. Your eyes were drawn to the glistening lips which he licked clean with an unhidden expression of delight.

“God, how I love this taste,” the compliment aimed with lethal precision, satisfaction lighting up his eyes.

Only to pick up the action the very next second. Temperature constantly rising, no mercy given. It only got worse when Neil added his skilful hand to the mix. Stroking the clit, eliciting moans and gasps. Your eyes screw shut, focusing on the way it felt when his finger entered you and started curling inside in search of that sweet spot.

“Jesus fuck” the profanity escaping when he added the second digit, all the while letting his tongue circle the sensitive bud.

Chuckle vibrating through your core, the unoccupied hand contradicting the moment with tender strokes along your hip. As if to soothe and support.

The haze, getting heavier, overcasting everything with the tint of need. For a release. For that high, the explosion of pleasure you were slowly edging. The scales tipped with two fingers curling inside you, hitting the most sacred of places, and Neil’s lips sucking on the clit without moderation. Taking everything with eagerness and delectation.

With the heat almost unbearable and the edges of your vision darkening, you could only pull at his hair with force and rasp out:

“Neil, I can’t-” the intent lost in the outburst of pleasure.

Every nerve, existing to receive what Neil was offering. Every cell, burning with ecstasy. You could feel the incoming wave, ready to succumb to it without a fight. Until he raised his head once more, feeling your muscles clench around his fingers, everything synced up perfectly.

“Come… on. For me,” the emphasis not escaping your overflooded mind, gaze meeting his helplessly, “Don’t be shy” a whisper, darkness tinting the vowels.

The feeling of defeat, adding a dose of shame into the whirlwind, fuelling the ideas of vengeance.

But there was no time to concentrate when Neil finished the act with the third finger easing in. Tipping you off the edge with a piercing cry and a desperate tug on his hair. The strength of the pull making him groan loudly, tongue collecting the arousal with frantic moves. Pleasure flooding your vision. Nothing but the water, Neil, and his body, solid beneath your shaking hands.

Your knees buckled, the force of the aftershocks ripping through your system. Feeling the high course through the veins, you shut your eyes and let out quiet whimpers, unable to process the reality. Sex with Neil was always memorable, but it has never been this intense. Especially only for an entrée.

Feeling your body relax, Neil retracted the hand and placed a final kiss on your clit with saintly reverence. You opened your eyes in time to see him look up, the dark blue irises rimmed with long dark eyelashes. Adoration. Want. Weak from the strength of that release, your legs wobbled as you tried to change position. Foot slipped on the slick tiles, and you already anticipated the fall when an arm wound around your waist, pulling you upright. Startled, you barely comprehended when he got up and saved you, making use of the smooth moves and long limbs.

“Got you,” a whisper against your temple as Neil hugged you close, cradling your body with care, “Always” his gaze met yours, tenderness overshadowing every other feeling.

On reflex, you mirrored his soft smile in an expression of gratitude. For much more than saving your ass from the bruises. Despite the maelstrom of emotions, you gave in to the gentle moment and returned the embrace, pressing your cheek against his chest. Listening to the fast, familiar heartbeat, you whispered:

“You nearly killed me just now,” the breathless tint only giving evidence to the statement.

It’s not like he wouldn’t know. With screams like those, he had to. Neil chuckled, one of his hands venturing up to cradle your head, the other tracing shapes onto your back. Water flowing down with the steady stream, enveloping your embraced bodies in comfortable warmth.

“That wasn’t the intention,” he murmured, nuzzling the top of your head.

You could hear the pleased tone there, indicating what you suspected. Following the playful thread, you leaned back enough to meet his gaze and asked:

“What was it then?” a hand running through his hair, watching the strands darken when wet.

At the roots, his natural light brown colour was beginning to show, adding a surprising edge to his startling physique. For you, that meant another evening soon spent sat on the edge of the toilet seat, laughing at his attempts at dying the hair on his own. Those were fun moments.

Catching your absent gaze, Neil tipped your chin to bring you back to the present and then grinned:

“To show you how much I adore you,” the simple answer laid with a soft kiss on your lips, signing off the sentiment.

You opened your mouth to let his tongue in instantly, breathing in the air he was willing to share and relishing in the familiarity of the moves. Lips slowly gliding over each other, tongues caressing and teasing. This one was filled with tenderness, an expression of love and devotion rather than hunger. A breather.

Not for long. Using the kiss as a distraction, you switched the positions, making sure Neil would have his back pressed against the wall. For convenience’s sake. Breaking the contact, you whispered the single-worded response:

“Mutually,” unable to wipe the devilish smirk from your face, you waited for a beat to let him catch up.

Those widening eyes were a perfect cue to grin with satisfaction at the perfectly executed setup for the payback. Neil stared back at you with confusion deepening on his face, slowly taking in the reality. Finally, a single word, a prelude to the mountain of questions:

“What-” his brow furrowed, giving you the needed moment to step in.

“Vengeance,” you winked, and wasting no time, lowered onto your knees, “Let me just… now that’s a wonderful view” shifting into the most comfortable position, you gave him a long admiring look from the new vantage point.

It really was. Never failing to make you that tiny bit more eager and hungrier since the first time. Especially when knowing what he is capable of.

The flood of specific memories flushing up your cheeks and giving needed courage to begin. You glanced up, searching for consent, and met Neil’s hazed stare. He seemed transfixed as if already well under your spell, one of his hands mirroring your desperate move from minutes prior, clinging to the tiles in search of support. You raised an eyebrow in the silent question. Yes?

Please. The fervent nod accompanied by the way he swallowed hard was all you waited for.

Never breaking eye contact, you licked your lips thoroughly, all the while using your hands to stroke him lightly. Enough to elicit a gasp. Emboldened by the reaction, you opened your mouth, letting out a warm puff of air to tease him. Neil groaned, the free hand reaching out to cup your cheek with tenderness you did not anticipate. As if distracting himself, he brushed away the damp strands of hair sticking to your face and brushed the pad of his thumb along your lower lip. Gratitude. A signal to start.

A few kitten licks along the length, letting him get used to the sensation. Sharp exhales, muscles tensing. Upping the game, you started focusing on specific areas, using the sound cues and the way his hand tightened the hold over the nape of your neck. Now and then, you would look up to see the darkened pupils and lips parted in the purest expression of pleasure. The furrowed brow and the clouded gaze, telling you when the right time was to bring his tip into your mouth. Gently swirling your tongue around the head, savouring the taste with quiet hums. Stroking the shaft with one hand, you used the other to rake your fingernails over his abdomen. Returning the markings he inflicted earlier.

The string of curses leaving his lips amongst the moans and groans was a good indication that it worked. Noticing the hint of impatience in how he quivered, hips thrusting on an impulse, you slowly inched your mouth down his length, enveloping him as far as you could without it becoming uncomfortable. The answering loud moan told you it was exactly what he needed. Meeting his dark stare, you nodded, permitting him to start moving his hips. The adoration meeting desire in his eyes as Neil sped up. Adjusting to the pace he needed, you started sucking on him. Cheeks hollowed, tiniest of moans drawn out to let him know you enjoyed the act, tongue collecting everything he was giving, anticipating the end with a familiar heat pooling between your thighs once again. Because seeing him like this, was more exciting than you deemed possible.

Then his thrusts got sloppier, knuckles of the hand clinging to the gaps in the tiles whitening; groans replacing any other sound. Soon. Suddenly he seemed to sober up a notch, blinking twice as though forcing the brain to work and then rasping out:

“God, I’m going to-” the meaning interrupted by a whimper when you took the opportunity to increase the pressure by a notch.

You could see the ridiculous dilemma flash in the blue eyes as if he worried about something like that. As if he has not just devoured you like the god’s nectar. Certainly, an idiot. Continuing the bold strokes with your hand, you made sure to meet his gaze before echoing the encouragement:

“For me,” a hint of recognition reflected at you, adding the mischievous tint to your smile, “Please,” grinning widely, you quickly put your mouth back to the task.

Intensifying every move to make sure he would be satisfied. It did not take long. Neil moaned out your name breathlessly before he tensed and came with a shudder ripping through his body. The hand cupping your cheek fell onto your shoulder, fingers digging into the flesh with the force of the release. Swallowing every drop of what he gave you with delight, you made sure to show him the extent of satisfaction in your gaze.

Once Neil was done, he leaned heavily on the tiled wall, quick breaths escaping through the parted mouth. Eyes still clouded yet watching you constantly with evident fascination. Licking your lips clean, you accepted the hand he reached out to pull you up. Resting your palm over his racing heart, you leaned in close to whisper:

“Every inch a gentleman, I see” an appreciative glance down, as if he could miss the innuendo.

His eyes flashed, the familiar darkness creeping at the edge of the blissful fatigue. To your advantage, there was still a moment left of this more subdued Neil. Afterwards? Who knows. The spark of excitement lit up in your chest as you closed the gap and took him by surprise with a heated kiss. Pushing him further up against the wall and taking the lead with your tongue instantly prodding him to open. The grip on your laced hands, tightening as Neil started reciprocating the kiss with an equal eagerness. As if you both have been starving for each other. There was never quite enough oxygen to fulfil needs, and so, after few long minutes interrupted with stolen breaths and fleeting pecks, you broke apart, staring at one another with awe. Neil’s eyes wandered over your face with almost dream-like enchantment written all over.

“Wow,” he breathed out the word with a small smile creeping on the edge of his lips.

It was difficult not to grin back, overwhelmed with love for the man. With your heart close to melting from the tenderness and softness, you chose to strike:

“Is that all the praise I’m going to receive?” quirked eyebrow and feigned dismay.

If only to push him where you needed him to be. Because as much as this gentle and affectionate side of your relationship was everything you could have asked for, currently, you needed more. More than this. Using the palm pressed firmly against his chest, you trailed your fingers south, watching with satisfaction at the tiniest of twitches, betraying the hidden desire, confirming the assumptions. As if slowly waking up from the daze, Neil caught your curious fingers in his and raised your hand to lay a kiss on your knuckles. The playful glimmer already there.

“I’m afraid you stole my breath away. Again” a shrug with an apologetic tint to the tone.

As a contradiction to the meekness acted out, he let go of your hand and wound his arm around your waist, pulling you closer. Pressing your bodies against each other, every curve and edge fitting like two pieces of a puzzle. Like two halves of a whole. You glanced up at him, trying to judge the current mood, finding nothing but beauty. The wet hair, sticking to the forehead, water dripping down the slope of his nose and onto the bruised lower lip. Up this close, he looked as if he belonged in Michelangelo’s workshop, fine features chiselled with precision. Ocean blue eyes framed with long and dark eyelashes drawing you in, the longer you kept on staring. Mouth curled up in a soft smile as if even the sight of your lovesick gaze was something he wanted to commit to memory.

With a sight like that, there was only one thing you could do. Feeling the need pulse in your veins, you reached out to turn off the water. It was time to act. Neil looked at you questioningly as if willing to follow the tempo you were about to set. Biting down on your lip, you met his gaze with poise.

“Good. Because that was rather… enjoyable” lowering down your voice, you noticed how his eyes widened; using the tricks learned from Neil himself, your hand ventured down once again “I love how you taste. The way you shiver as I make you come apart” as your fingers danced along his length, he gasped, a shudder running through his body “Sculpted by the gods yet falling into pieces at my command” whispering out the punchline, you gently stroked him to elicit a groan.

A satisfying response. Feeling courage surge through your chest, you smirked, observing as he seemed to absorb your words slowly. He swallowed hard, Adam’s apple bobbing with effort. The pupils widened, darkening the irises and bringing out the predatory flicker. Mission accomplished. Once again, his hand darted out, stopping your teasing with fingers encircling the wrist tightly.

“You’re asking for trouble,” the husky voice sending shivers down your spine.

You met his gaze, noticing the evident change. It was bound to get interesting. Once you tasted the power, it was hard to give it back. Stepping out of the embrace, you noticed:

“Am I? I thought we’re done here” without waiting for him, you made a move to exit the shower.

Knowing he would follow. You made it as far as grabbing the towel hanging on the hook and wrapping it over your body before his strong arms encircled around you from behind. Pulling you against his chest, just as it all began. Then, a whisper with lips brushing over your ear:

“We’re far from done” oh.

Good. You barely had time to react when Neil lifted you, bridal style, and opened the bathroom door with a kick. Bewildered, you looked at him with curiosity, relishing in the way he cradled you. Possessiveness and care making your head spin with the implications. However, you barely had the time to think of the right question when he stopped abruptly by the long desk lining one side of the room and set you down on the counter. Oh. Consciously adjusting the towel covering your body, you risked a glance at Neil. The blue eyes clouded with need; pupils dilated. The taxing gaze, sweeping over your figure like a predator measuring up the prey. Stunned into silence by the sudden tension, you mirrored his look and allowed yourself a self-indulgent stare, appreciating what the universe gave you in the form of your boyfriend. And his godly body, as you have more than once noticed. Finally, Neil took a step closer. You watched in fascination as his fingers danced along your collarbones and over the skin on your shoulders, taking additional time to brush the fingertips over the forming bruises on your neck. The distant look, telling you it was an open admiration of his work. A shiver ran up your spine, the anticipation of whatever might happen almost stifling.

“All that talk made me a little hungry” the remark made you look up, straight into the marvellous blue eyes.

Confirming the words, Neil slowly licked his lips, hand toying with the end of your towel tucked in to keep it fixed. With heart racing in your chest, you made sure to throw a suggestive glance at his body before asking:

“Only a little?” the dose of provocative tone to make sure he would be within your control.

Because the level of arousal on his side was startling. Impressive, too.Your mouth watered at the sight, thighs clenching tighter together to somehow ease the ache pulsing between your legs. At once, you wanted him to ditch the games and take you this moment, and to wait, to extend the fascinating duel of passion.

Neil gave you no time to consider which one was more tempting, for he used your moment of reverie to tug at the towel to unravel it in one move.

“A lot” the answer perfecting the move with precision.

Fuck. Next thing you knew, you were sat on the towel, naked once more with no way of hiding from him and his look of starvation. Neil closed the remaining gap, blocking your escape and caging you between his arms, palms resting on either side. One last long look as if judging the best course of action before he parted your knees by inserting a leg between your thighs. A hand delving in the newly opened space, drawing out a sigh from your lips as you stared in complete fascination, frozen with the thrill of curiosity and need running through your veins. The pulsating core dripping with desire for him, shame missing from the equation when Neil finally gave in to the pull and slipped a finger between your folds. You knew how bad it was from the single look at his face. The determination slipping for a split second to give way to surprise, a short gasp soon replaced with the smirk worthy of the Lucifer himself. The daring finger parting your inner lips in a teasing move before he raised the hand to his lips, never taking the gaze of you:

“You’re still soaking wet for me,” a remark thrown with something close to mockery.

A flash of anger burning in your chest; mouth opening to prepare a retort. Only to freeze once more when Neil grinned, the hand glistening with the signs of your disgrace licked clean, mirroring your brave actions from not that long ago. Double fuck. A groan, interrupting the train of thought, that spark of irritation helping you to gain back the momentum. A look down his body offering the needed cue:

“Says you” raising one eyebrow, you reached out to repeat the lazy strokes from before.

The deepening darkness in his eyes luring you in, tempting you to push him further than ever before. If only to find out what he is like without any restraints. Without care or apprehension. Only the animalistic lust and craving left. Noticing the familiar hungry glow, you increased the intensity of your moves, smile widening when he let out a frustrated growl and slapped your hands away. In a flash, Neil wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling your bodies flush against each other.

“Careful, or I might-” his voice lowered to a whisper, the husky tone reverberating through your chest.

It was the unspoken threat and the way it felt when he pressed against your navel that made you take up the initiative. Leaning back enough to catch his eye, you interrupted the sentence:

“What?” a challenging smirk to irk him further; your legs wrapped around his waist “Destroy me. Fuck me senseless” completing the request by rubbing over him openly, showing the extent of need “Wrap that hand around my neck and take what’s yours” the addition breathed out with the scarlet tint on your cheeks.

Neil let out a whine as you pressed up against him, lacing your hands on the nape of his neck to get better leverage. He hesitated for a split second, hips already responding to your teasing with fleeting twitches. Somehow you knew what was missing. Leaning back, you tilted his chin to lock the gazes. Depths of lust enveloping your mirroring looks.

“Please,” the word dropped in between your lips, separated by a breath of space.

The trigger.

You could barely perceive his actions. The bottom lip caught between his teeth, a forceful thrust eliciting a sharp cry from your throat. Gentleness was left behind as he filled you up in one single move, stretching out your walls and making you gasp. Searching for something to hold on to, you grasped the edges of the desk, helpless gaze locked on his dark eyes without a break. Neil slightly shifted, one hand travelling up your chest to wrap loosely around your neck. Exactly as you asked. The other palm, pulling you closer around the waist, finding the needed grip. A shudder coursing through your body, the core clenching around him in the most basic of reflexes. An irked sigh escaping through your lips was all he needed to begin.

No kissing or hesitation, just the rough rhythm, delving deep into your centre with each thrust, hitting the perfect spot without tenderness. Each move complemented by your moan, pleasure flooding in, making you forget about everything that was not Neil. His gaze was fixed on you, watching with visible fascination how his tip disappeared between your folds with every thrust. The chokehold, tightening a little, increasing the frenzy, and hazing your mind with need. Only once you got used to the set tempo could you shift the position, placing your hands on his biceps. Digging in the nails to show how well that was working. Increasing the intensity of his moves, Neil groaned, his hand tightened over your neck. A clear signal to let you know who is in control. Obedience. Only, you were not that keen on compliance.

With sweat trailing down your body and your arousal wetting the conveniently placed towel, you decided to reach out for more. An assessing look, taking in Neil’s widened pupils and the startling resolve painted on his face. The clenched jaw, highlighting the sharp angles. Split lip from how he bit into it, drawing out blood. Unable to take your gaze off from his mouth, you used the second of hesitation to get closer and crash your lips into his in a hard kiss. Neil gasped, surprised by the shift, opening his mouth underneath your prodding tongue in an instant. Syncing up the way your lips glided over each other with his thrusts, you used the opportunity to gain back the lead. Meeting him halfway, relishing in the groans he let out against your mouth. And then, grabbing a fistful of his blonde locks, still damp from the shower, and leaning in to whisper into his ear:

“Harder,” the word dropped with certainty.

A further act of temptation. To see what Neil would be capable of if you drove him to the edge.

You did not have to wait long to find out. Tightening the chokehold, he sped up the movements, delving into you with a force that was ripping cries from your lips. The lascivious sounds filled the room, moans, and gasps interrupting the tempo. Soon it was nothing but the eruption of pleasure every time he hit the spot, making you rake your fingernails over his shoulder blades, deepening the marks and bruises. Using the grip you had over his shoulders, you changed the angle, bringing your pelvises together with every thrust. That seemed to be what Neil needed. He groaned, hand shifting from its position on your neck to grasp your chin and force you to lock the gazes. The feral look in his eyes, making you clench your muscles around him, giving in to the waves of feelings coursing through your body. It was that perfect balance between tempting darkness and astonishing want that you found reflected that was the final push you both needed.

Neil’s tempo waned, shuddered breaths coming out through the parted lips, watching you closely as if the ecstasy written all over your face was a drug he could not get enough of. A string of curses replacing the silence with their harsh simplicity. The grip over your waist tightening, fingers digging into your skin, bruises confirming the facts. His. Just as he tensed, moaning your name with the desperate tint to the tone, you captured his lips in a kiss. Hoping to take the edge off, to give him what he needs. Neil responded by biting hard into your lower lip, pleasure exploding before your closed eyes as he came, a shudder running through his body. Cradling you closer, breaking through the roughness and betraying the underlying feelings. Love, want, need.

It was the sensation of having him come inside you and the harsh kiss that did it. You whimpered, his name and love confessions on the tip of your tongue, spilling out in the silence. Hiding face in his neck, you stiffened, the force of the orgasm ripping through the fracture of reality. Nothing but the overwhelming euphoria, darkness underneath your eyelids dotted with stars. Neil’s skin underneath the shaking hands. His warmth enveloping you in the gilded cage of safety. Completeness. As you came to, riding out the high with your face pressed against the crook of his neck, you heard his soothing voice whispering sweet nothings, nuzzling your head. The tender ‘I got you’ and ‘I love you’ filling the quiet moment with reminders about your perfect reality. With a sigh, you slowly unravelled from the embrace; arms still wound around his body to prolong the touch. As your gazes met, the previous darkness was nowhere to be found, replaced with a soft smile and affection pouring out of his blue eyes. Cupping your cheek, Neil whispered the question:

“Alright?” he searched your face as though worried something could be amiss.

Fighting with the breathlessness, you chose to give him a grin first before responding:

“Yeah,” trailing your fingers down his chest, relishing in the peaceful moment, “Christ… You should fuck me like this more often,” the straightforwardness getting out without a hitch.

After what just happened, it was no big surprise. Neil did not seem shocked either his eyes glimmered playfully, as he traced the outline of your lips with the tip of his finger:

“Your wish is my command, darling,” the low murmur complimented with hand tilting your chin upwards to capture your lips in a kiss.

A slow and gentle one, softening the bruises and cuts, eliciting a contented sigh from your throat. Afterwards, you rested your forehead against his for a split second, soaking in the feelings. After a beat, you finally leaned back, acknowledging the mess on the hotel room floor covered with your clothes. The bathroom door was left ajar with the ventilation running. The towel you sat on, ruined. Wet hair trailing droplets down your naked body, mixing with the layer of sweat. A frown invited itself onto your face.

“I need another shower though… and a nap” yawning, you pushed Neil back to jump off the desk.

Only once you could properly stand, the fatigue caught up, making you sway on your feet. Without a word, Neil reached out a hand to steady you, pulling you into his side for an additional hug. Nothing to complain about even if you wanted.

“I should get you hot and bothered more often” it was the casual remark that made you look up.

Straight into the suspiciously satisfied face of your boyfriend. Surely not… right?

“… was that the plan all along?” schooling your features, you chose to ask the simplest of questions.

Neil shrugged, the trademark smirk gracing his features.

Bastard. Stepping away from him, you snatched the towel and hastily wrapped it around your body. If only as a retaliation. Because dragging you out to wander in the bloody scorching sun was a low blow. …even if it just gave you one of the best sex experiences in your life. Maybe. Perhaps.

“I hate you,” you hissed before storming over the pile of clothes to the bathroom.

“Uh-huh,” you refused to give him the pleasure of turning around at the sound.

Bastard. Squared.

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